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TEST DRIVE MEME #4
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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! |
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Maybe it would, from a distance. [ Where both of them could safely get away.
Since people at this feast are weird and drink water, he can wash off the worst of the sticky ale before sitting on the edge of the table to better see her, putting them of a height. She's short and a little reminiscent of Astrid (before she calmed down a whole bunch, anyway), which makes it easier to talk to her than he supposes Gothi would have thought, or any of the other Berkian elders for that matter. ]
A demon bear. An actual dark spirit from the beyond. [ He's just making sure he heard that correctly. ] Your previous heroism aside, you could probably do worse than to avoid angering the local population of flesh-eating monsters.
[ Seems sensible, okay. ]
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[A boast, but a truthful boast. Merida crosses her arms as he sits on the edge of a table, allowing her to look at him fully. Hard to believe he was one of the terrible invaders - such a baby face should be illegal. She purses her lips together thinly, using one of her hands as she huffed annoyedly.]
I was only tryin' to get an apology. If Fluffy hadn't been so damn rude, I would have had it.
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I don't think trolls are in the habit of doling out apologies. [ Dour as his humour is, he leans to one side to pour himself a fresh flagon. Pausing, he tilts the jug to her in a universal gesture of Want some? ] Your father sounds pretty fierce. [ Not a subject he wants to get onto, families, but hardly one they can avoid during a first meeting. ] Who are you, sorry? I ... forgot to ask.
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No kiddin'. [She tilts her head in thanks, feeling a headache coming on. This whole thing is like something out of those stories her mother used to tell her, tales of children being taken and their parents left with a changeling. Was her mother being led by some false Merida as she spoke? Who knew.]
Well they do call him th' Bear King. [The ask for her name makes her blink, a little stunned by the casual banter with a viking of all people.] Merida, firstborn of clan DunBroch, though I imagine titles don't mean much here.
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[ Hope and Heir is no longer accurate, although he wishes it was because he can't get his tongue around the word chief. Hiccup has never felt less like he could fill Stoick's shoes in his entire life.
His shoulders sag as he swigs his drink. ]
I'm Hiccup of the Hairy Hooligans, of Berk.
[ He'll keep his own royalty under wraps, for now. Even if it did mean something besides the opulent bedroom he's been given in Caer Scima, he wouldn't care to bandy it around either. By all accounts, there's obviously something weighing on his mind. ]
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[Her chest ached at the thought of her mother, wondering briefly how she was going before she shook herself of the thought and picked up her own mug, leaning against the table a little aways from him as she cupped it with two hands. Lifting it to her lips, she notices the shoulder sag out the corner of her eye but doesn't say anything about it. A stranger's problem isn't hers.
Instead, she snorts into her drink.]
Hiccup? Someone seriously called their wee baby Hiccup?
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[ A small smile creases his eyes at the nostalgia that comes with explaining his name, and where Hiccup sits on the table he rests his flagon on his thighs as a pegleg crosses over an ankle. ]
It's what you call the runt of the litter. Sometimes sheep and pigs are called it, too. Obviously they made a mistake with me, I've had this strapping, burly figure all my life. [ But jokes aside, ] My mother told me that I came into the world early.
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[The pegleg looks different from her father's, and she eyes it with a bit of an impressed look. Warriors lost limbs all the time, she can only imagine how he lost his. Merida takes a sip of her ale, smiling a little when he tells her the meaning of his name.]
Well they obviously made th' mistake of namin' you before ye were old enough to show such a... [How can she put this?] ...beefy mancake figure.
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[ He snorts. ]
'Mancake'? Watch out, world, I've got a new name, one that strikes terror into the heart of all my enemies.
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[She giggles into her mug.]
Oh look at me, I'm shakin' in me boots.
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[ In disgust, pft. Chuckling at himself, Hiccup finds he hasn't had nearly ale when he almost calls for Toothless to come and say Hi. I told him to get away from me, to get away. He wouldn't be here if he could, would he? I'm an idiot. ]
I ... don't suppose in all your altercations around here you've come across a dragon, have you? Specifically, a scarred black one with green eyes?
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[Or declare war because she wouldn't marry. His question comes off as specific. Quite specific. Merida looks at him with pursed lips before she shakes her head.]
Nay. I'm sorry t' say I haven't seen something like that. I think I'd remember a dragon. [She pauses.] In th' same vein, I don't suppose you've seen a sleek black bear around these parts, have you? Walking on her hind legs an' actin' haughty like?
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No, I think I'd remember a sassy bear. [ SO MANY UNSPOKEN QUESTIONS. ] Any particular reason this one bear is so notably aloof?
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[She taps her fingers against her mug of ale, lowering it to her abdomen as she hunches her shoulders a little.]
See, I was supposed to get married, an' I wasn't ready but mum wouldn't change her mind, even after I followed th' rules of th' games. I didn't have any say. [Merida bites her bottom lip before she sighs.] Long story short, mum turned into a bear because of a spell I asked a witch for. I didn't want her to change change, I just...
[It had been unfair, in her eyes.]
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You turned your mother into a bear because you argued?
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[Quick on the defense as always, Merida pushes away from her spot against the table edge, gesturing wildly.]
I never asked to be married off, I never wanted her to be turned into a bear!
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[ WHERE'S THE RESPONSIBILITY FALLING, MERIDA. ]
Would you have been happier if she'd agreed to everything you wanted, forever? How is this any worse than asking for that?
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[YOU PROBABLY SHOULD'VE SPECIFIED THAT WITH THE WITCH, MER. She lets out a small huff, crossing her arms as some hair is blown from her face. In a quieter voice, she adds.]
I would've liked a little more time. Just because I'm uncomfortable with the idea now doesn't mean I wouldn't have been in a couple of years. She could've listened. [There's a defeated sigh as she runs her fingers through her hair.] I don't know.
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[ Have a really narrow look here, because do you hear yourself, woman. ]
Look, what's done is done. The important thing is ... that you change your mom back from being a bear, and talk things through. If she was so insistent, don't you think she only wanted the best for you? You could have —
[ Hit with a wave of deja vu, prickles run up the back of his neck. That morning I woke up and Dad tried to talk to me about becoming chief, and I left behind his back. Quieter after a pause, he finishes up his thought. ]
You could have tried to tell her how upset you really were, instead of running away, because she cared about you. She would have listened to that.
[ Hiccup rises off the table to turn and find the jug of ale being passed around, abruptly wanting a refill. ]
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[Her tone might come off as clipped and slightly snappy, but that's only because she's worried about her mother. We only had another sunrise left an' she would've been a demon bear like Mor'du. Merida wrings her fingers, tempted to run off and search the area for her mother again. Or would she have been taken by the Seelie? If she was here at all.
She does pause, though, when he mentions her running away. She never mentioned that to him, but he's close enough to her in age that he probably understands how she feels. How could I have talked to her after she threw my bow into the fire?]
I tried. I protested th' marriage, I tried to get her to listen to me but she just didn't... [Didn't care. I called her a beast and turned her into one.] She's too wrapped up in tradition to understand.
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She would have listened, Merida, maybe after you'd both cooled off a little, but still. Trust me.
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[It had been a spur of the moment decision at the witch's cottage, the tale her mother had told her over and over again of the will o the wisps making her firmly believe they had been leading her to a solution. She reaches for her own mug of ale, downing the rest and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth as she handed it to him for a refill.]
So what's th' deal with this dragon o' yers? Huntin' him down?
[SUDDEN TOPIC SWITCH GO. She doesn't want to talk about this anymore.]
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[ Roused out of his more morose thoughts, he finds himself wading through some rather less (but still sombre) miserable ones as he tops up Merida's mug. ]
Toothless is my dragon, I ... lost him, before the imps dragged me here. He's in danger.
[ And if he gets hurt, that'll be on my head too. ]
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I guess someone we both care about is in danger. [She bites into her apple, retaking her reclining position against their table.] I'll keep an eye out. Does he really not have any teeth?
[A somewhat more cheerful subject change.]
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He does, they're retractable. The name just sort of stuck after we first met. He has a missing tail-fin too from where I shot him down, I made the replacement from red leather so you can't miss it.
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