TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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Faora-Ul | Man of Steel

[300cycles]

[A welcome?

Faora hardly expected a welcome of any kind in a place such as this. No, she had, truly, no idea what was her fate beyond the fate of Krypton and her vengeance for those lost.

But these Unseelie are claiming that she has a shard within her, that she is something special and necessary. A war? Faora had knowledge of war. Yet she has no knowledge of this place, this world. Kryptonians are explorers and colonizers, and somehow this place slipped past them?

It was not unlikely, the universe is forever, seemingly.

Faora is armored but has no use for her breathing apparatus, surprisingly. She keeps to herself, but she watches. The first is to learn your surroundings.]

[ex_inconnu774]

[it's the armor that's attracted her gaze, otherwise the woman would be a single momentary thought that paled in comparison to the several great impossibilities she had to consider. but armor means a soldier, and soldiers, she knows.]

You as well?

[the comment is quiet, something that could be ignored without offense if the woman was the unfriendly sort. Mistral's beginning to think that any questions she has won't be answered regardless of who she puts them to.]

[300cycles]

[Faora eyes the stranger, unsure of what to make of her. Another in armor, though it is not, by nature, Kryptonian like hers. It could resemble that of a human's armor, but those she encountered were not of such bearing.

She looks out onto the banquet again.]

We are all in this unknown world, in this same situation. Useless, for now, and without a direction until we are given orders.

[ex_inconnu774]

[she shrugs.]

I assume you mean orders that make sense.

[faeries? courts? gemstones? please. none of those can possibly be real or make an ounce of sense -- she'd know if there was a shard of anything in her chest that she did not consent to have put there.]

[300cycles]

Yes. Thought it must make some sense to them if these orders surpass the limits of space and time.

[But Faora does not follow blindly.]

[ex_inconnu774]

The order to fight, that is simple enough to understand. But it will be asked--should we?

[there was incentive, yes, to fight and to win--and while there was a choice, was there really one for a soldier? she could not speak for the woman, but to her, abandoning that would be akin to losing her legs. the idea of a choice, however, is one she can appreciate.]

[300cycles]

That is not a question I can answer for you.

[She was exiled and chose to fight for the future of Krypton as it should be. But, perhaps, there was no true alternative here.]

Allowing others to answer your questions shows your weakness.

[ex_inconnu774]

I would not expect you to answer my question in the first place. Only an imbécile tries to pose a response to something rhetorical.

[she likes this person more and more.]