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TEST DRIVE MEME #4
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! |
amon would def be seelie yepyep
time has a way of dulling old wounds though never quite fully healing them, and it's been so long since korra had anything to do with amon or the equalizers that even in spite of tarrlok's arrival a few weeks ago, they happen to be the furthest thing on her mind. but naga, oh naga, the avatar's best friend, has a mind as good as her nose, and when she picks up the smell of noatak, the polar beardog hesitates and pushes her head against korra's side. ]
... Huh? What is it, girl? You smell something?
yipyip
He tails behind, affecting the accidental, slipping movements of the confused. The crowd buoys him forward like a leaf in the gutter, and he allows it to slowly fill the steps between them. He’s not concerned about losing her in the crush, they’re held together by the trappings of occasion. And should she vanish into the air outside…large paws make for wide footprints.
No, Naga’s presence is nothing to fear. It’s reason for wariness, for thought. And it’s thought that hasn’t caught up with him yet, still dull and pounding behind a haze of light that he can’t comprehend. He moves on instinct, and the memory of a target —
— And he forgets completely about Naga’s nose.
The advantage to perfumes and frippery is that others grow used to their presence; the absence of a scent can be as powerful a distraction as a new one in whole. He's never affected his brother's fondness for cosmetics, and as he slips closer (twenty feet, perhaps, fifteen) to Korra, there's nothing at all to hide his presence.
(Ten feet.)
He reaches out, a hand crooked to the left, eyes locked distantly on Naga's claws. ]
oh god amon why
next to her, adrenaline cuts through korra's system like a shot, and breath stops dead in her chest. hands come up to press against naga's chest and shoulders in an attempt to calm her best friend before she casts her eyes around the crowd, people filing quickly to the side to avoid getting hit by the giant predator's powerful movements.
unfortunately for all parties involved, it doesn't take long before korra's eyes fall upon the perpetrator, and she's struck with a fear she hasn't felt in almost a year. "amon" she whispers under her breath — she was too far away in republic city to see his face clearly but with his movements and naga's pain there's no mistaking him for anyone else. she knows amon's bending style, knows how it feels to be in his grip, to have him within her mind and along her energy paths to strip her of everything she built her identity on.
sorry ridire, she has to break her promise; striking forward in air, she sends a strong blast of wind amon's way hoping to knock him off his stride and break his concentration. ]
i'll get u my pretty and ur little dog 2
Airbending has never been a discipline he’s been able to train against, but Amon is used to breaking a fall; the bruises will be real tomorrow, but the graceless, wobbling way that he staggers up is acting alone. His face slackens, mouth hung slightly agape as he stammers a confused apology to the woman he tumbled into. She rises to his side, rattling a chitinous pair of wings in irritation, as around the hall, a few other faces begin to track the commotion.
In an instant — with the casual delay of deliberation — his eyes flicker again to Naga, then onto Korra. His palms rise out, empty: A universal gesture for peace... at least, when you’re not a bloodbender. He doesn’t make another move, shivering with an apparent and bookish uncertainty. It doesn’t touch the cold in his voice. ]
You should control your animal. Someone could get hurt.
i love him so much already
and then there's korra, standing there in an attack pose, breathing quick and shallow, sweat at her hairline. for some time now, some of the fairies have been nervous around naga but most of them know her for the sweetheart she is, so the confusion that rushes through parts of the crowd is heavy enough to be felt even by korra, someone so dense to other people's feelings that a brick wall would probably be a better conversation partner for airing out emotions.
she fixes amon with a hard glare, slowly lowering her stance and resting a hand on naga's shoulders as she continues to whimper. ]
Then maybe you should watch where you're going.
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He suppresses any little glimmer of triumph or relief, pushing it down beneath icy calm. Amon feels no remorse at the way that Naga whines, but goading teenagers and animals is no feat — he’s not Tarlokk to gloat over an opening shot. ]
I’ll keep my eyes open, [ He steps back as he murmurs, letting one shaky leg almost falter beneath him. His voice pitches low, directly at Korra. It’s difficult to make out save for those closest; to anyone else in the hall, he might be mumbling some excuse. ] Upon the both of you, Avatar.
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C'mon, girl. Let's keep going.
[ only...
she can't let it drop there. around an hour later, once the crowd has thinned completely does korra return to the previous scene upon naga's back, letting the polar beardog catch the scent of walking terror to track him down.
some things change; others don't. korra still wants to deal with amon on her own terms, and she'll do her best to find him again. ]
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He’s moved fast. It’s plain from the trail that Amon wasted no time after their reintroduction; the path trails from hall to kitchens (a polite man requesting aniseed oil, one servant reports), to storerooms (a soggy Equalist uniform folded neatly on the shelf where basic clothing should sit, a length of wire gone from its hank), and out the wide Bailey into the Greenwood beyond.
There’s no way keep ahead of Naga, not moving on foot, and it’s not far into the forest that his tracks disappear, the scent moving away from the path and up into the high canopy beyond. Scuffed bark and a torn vine show his route up the first wide trunk, and from above, branches rustle and push out of place to find him moving South again, backtracking his land-bound steps. Though he’s careful to keep from breaching the sky above, it’s slow going, and it’s not long before he has to stop to rest.
His ears are still ringing, his insides feel battered, and spirits if he can figure out why.
It’s in the cradle of a huge, mossy bough that he waits, watching a little rock golem trundle below. He’s never seen anything like it, and for an instant, a reminder of old wonder pushes through any more urgent plans.
Amon doesn’t stop to look or to listen behind him: any pursuers will find their approach unusually absent of notice or impediment. There’s something about the forest that feels almost — peaceful — a notion he distrusts, but one which he can’t seem to keep consciously ahead of. Against his better judgment, he's almost starting to relax.
Shit. Someone get him a daquiri and shutter-shades. ]