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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! |
The Darkling | Grisha Trilogy
[ What nonsense this is.
Faeries, shards, seelie and unseelie, it's ludicrous. The Darkling is a man in perfect control of his world, of his sphere. He thrives on that. Here, everything is wrong. The creatures, the faeries and pixies and whatever they're calling themselves, they're nothing to him. He bats them away with a flick of his hand, leaves the confusion of the unseelie court behind while he searches for one thing. One thing, only.
He'd been so close. He'd been there, in Os Alta, in touching distance of the one he sought, and now suddenly he's here, and the door back to his world, to all that he understands and to the victory that was waiting for him, is closed entirely.
Rage burns inside him, fury like a wave concealed beneath an outer shell of coldness. He's a tall, pale figure, bathed in kefta woven from entirely black fabric. It matches the shock of dark hair on his head, but his eyes are grey and sharp. His locket is held in one hand, tightly as though he means to break it. He looks at what's on offer in the station without seeming to care for any of it. Nothing about it is anything like his home. Though his face is a mask of calm, his movements are quick and precise. He will find the way out of this. The petty little games of these courts are nothing to him, nothing that he cares for and nothing that interests him. He will find his way home, if he has to destroy every mewling, whimpering little faerie who crosses his path. ]
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And now she was in this other world. In another war.
Alina needs to clear her head. Parties make her stomach turn right now. She was just at a beautiful feast. And then it had turned into a blood bath. She could still see people she had once called friends split down the middles, guts spilled on the floor as their loved ones cradled their lifeless bodies. She could still hear the queens screams as Vasily lay mere feet from her without an arm. She could still see Genya... or what remained of Genya.
Everything in her felt cold. Parties were nothing to her now. She didn't have the energy for them. So she found her way to a place called the Station. Somewhere away from everything, where she could think and process her own life before trying to figure out how to handle this world.
That was when she saw him. No, she didn't see him. She felt him. She felt him to her core before her she ever laid eyes on him. ]
Darkling.
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His smile, triumphal and exultant, sweeps across his face, making its angles more acute. He turns to her, eyes sharpening as they find her, and yet despite that obvious glee, his voice is almost lazy. ]
Alina.
For a moment, I almost believed I was lost. But I cannot be lost, can I? Not without you. I am never alone, so long as you still live.
Did you follow me, Alina? Did you come to me, as I knew you would?
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Her only instinct was to lash out at him. To end it now. To fight him in this world before he could even make it back to their world. But maybe if she kept him here, Ravka could go on without them? That was what she had intended, after all. Take them both from it. Let Ravka go on as it was meant to be. ]
I didn't know you were here. [ She answered honestly. Stalling. Trying to figure out her next move. ]
How long have you been here?
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I just arrived. I was dragged quite suddenly from our little conversation, and brought to this…other world.
[ His gaze flicks briefly away from her, and his expression highlights his distaste for all he sees. Is this what a modern world would look like, if left to its own devices? Filled to the brim with machines filtering out coffee, and folding boxes that people type into?
His people, the Grisha, call ordinary humans the Otkazats'ya. It translates as 'the abandoned', because the power of the Grisha does not belong to them. Their lives are bereft of it, of ever knowing anything like it. This entire world is abandoned, as far as he's concerned - trapped between human technology, and the weak, almost playful magic of these faeries. To think, that is what passes for power here. Pathetic. ]
But have no fear. I will return us, Alina, to the place we both belong. Is the tracker here? Or any of your other…friends, shall we call them, for lack of a better word.
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She'd rather not take the risk. She didn't know how anything here might affect anything at home. Not fully. It was easier just to play along with him while she could. ]
No. I'm alone.
Or I was. Still am, maybe.
You're not in the Seelie Court are you? I didn't know you were here until just now. [ And the closer they got, the easier it was to feel him. Which meant if they were in the same court she would have sensed him a long time ago. ]
We're enemies still. [ She watched him carefully as he circled her. ]
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Enemies. [ He says the word like it's distasteful to him. ] When will you learn, Alina? I am not, nor have I ever been, your enemy. You and I belong together. You know that. You feel it as much as I do. Like calls to like, and you have always called to me.
[ He knows it's true. He knows that it's true for all Grisha, to an extent. He's a living amplifier. His touch makes their powers stronger, which feeds their strength and their focus.
But with Alina, it's more true than most. Their powers are two sides of one coin; he, the summoner of darkness, and she, the bringer of light. They are bound by her collar, and bound too by the scar his nichevo'ya had left on her shoulder. He's always been able to find a way to deepen their bond.
His mistake had been in thinking all that ever did was bind her to him. He'd only realised after the fact that it also bound him to her. That had been unexpected, and worrisome. ]
The Unseelie Court is where they brought me. That makes so little difference. The only Court I care about is the one we left behind. This world is nothing to me.
It's already lost.