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TEST DRIVE MEME #4

TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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Perhaps.

[ He'd sooner believe he's here for her than for some shard and some war between fractions of the fair folk. All he cares about really is that she is here, so here is where he needs to be, simple as that. ]

I wouldn't put too much faith in your memory, it never once remembers 'thank you', 'please', or 'it's so good to see you, I've been lost without you'.

[ The news of Aurora should probably alarm him - either she's surrounded by protectors he wouldn't quickly trust in the moors, or somewhere in this strange realm, lost - but it doesn't, really. He has faith in himself, and more than that - he has faith in Maleficent. ]

Well, I do have a history of finding her. If she's to be found, she won't be missing for long.

[ And if she isn't, they'll simply have to find their way back to her. ]

[She almost laughed, turning it into a smirk at the last moment. If ever she was uncertain of whether he was truly Diaval or not, that tongue would let her know soon enough.]

Should I remove that tongue of yours and replace it with wings so you can begin your search? I seem to be remembering now why you weren't human often.

[Magic curled around her fingers as she looked at him, both in question and in jest. She would turn him back to bird soon enough, but not until she was certain he could find his way back to her.]

[ He almost rolls his eyes at the threat -- and then realizes that for once he's actually given the time to complete the action. Well well, as she would say. ]

And yet you always turn me back. [ And not always when he has a report to make. She can't fool him, he knows she loves their banter.

He inclines his head in a symbolic gesture of a bow. ]

Further proof that I'm a fool.

[That curl of magic made its way over to him and wrapped around him to turn that familiar smirking face of his into one with a beak less inclined to be so sassy.]

Search if you like, but I believe I might take a bit of respite.

[She had been flying for the better part of a day, after all.]

[ His response dies out in his throat, and at last things feel familiar. He shakes his head at her, before taking to the air; he was looking forward to flying alongside her, but the search for Aurora is a lot more important right now, and they'll have plenty of time for that now that they've found one another.

He makes note of where he's left her so that he will know to return, and takes joy in finally being able to glide across the sky. ]

[She watches him go, feeling that momentary twinge of envy that she'd gotten used to feeling watching his wings lift him until she reminded herself that she was without no more. Smiling at that little fact and feelings pleased with herself, she decided to make use of the convenient cradle in the tree Diaval had been seated in to allow herself a small moment of rest.]

[ He flies for hours, flies far and wide, in search of that familiar head of golden hair. He flies for as long as his wings can bear to carry him. By the time he returns to her side, he is on the verge of exhaustion.

This is the first time he's had to return to her side a failure, for even he has to admit that in a realm this big, she could very easily have skipped his notice, or simply be somewhere beyond the perimeter he managed to cover. He's not about to lose hope for it, and he hopes the miracle they've experienced when Aurora opened her eyes will keep her from thinking too negatively as well, but even so he isn't looking forward to giving her this bit of news. ]

[She stays past the time when she needs rest, past when she wants to stretch her own wings and take to the air again so that Diaval knows where to easily find her. She won't admit there's a thread of unease slipping through her stomach like something living, hoping that those here haven't been so cruel as to do her harm.

There's a surge of relief at the familiar sound of wings coming closer, one she tries not to show as she waits until he's settled before turning him to a form better suited for relaying news.]

Well? I do hope you weren't off mucking about.

[ He takes a moment to catch his breath - from the intensive flight and the transformation - before shaking his head. ]

That's your specialty. I haven't found her, but this land is vast. I fear it means little.

[ And fear is a true word to use; he fears for the child. ]

[Her specialty? Oh, he gets one arched brow for that one, but any irritation is lost at the implication of his words. A vast land with no sign of her little beastie. She felt sorrow in a familiar place and made do to ignore it as best she could.]

We'll merely have to look further. It's not too vast for the pair of us and if she is here...

[If she was here, they would find her and keep her safe.]

Then we'll find her. [ He completes the thought with every bit of confidence he has in her abilities. ] If she is not, we'll find our way back to her.

[ Despite her own complaints, his voice isn't always used for discontent. He's actually rather content by his life by her side. More than rather, even. ]

[Those who lived and ruled here better hope for their sake that if she was here, no harm had come to her. If Maleficent could be terrifying in spite, she could be their waking nightmare in fury.]

Ah, yes. That is why I keep you around. The occasional bit of truth that finds its way out of your mouth amid all the rest of your lies.

Your not wanting to hear something doesn't make it a lie.

[ He gives her a pointed look. In all their time together, he spoke no false words. Lying is a human habit, and no matter what form he wears, he remains a bird.

Sometimes, he thinks they're finally getting somewhere, that at last she's coming to learn to say what she feels and not mask it behind her bravado, that their bond needs not be built on him understanding her despite herself much longer. And then she has to go and say something that sends him back to his first days at her side, to the time when he truly felt the servant that he is.]

Yes, yes, you're so terribly put upon. Will you speak next of the one time I turned you into a wolf? For your own good, mind you.

[Not entirely true, but she'd been more amused at his reaction afterward, so very offended at being the very creature he despised. Or close to it, anyway.

She had grown in her own way, still growing as for a fair one, she was so very young and prone to learning things the hard way, but... she was learning.]

[ And of course, as is his custom, he points it out. ]

Now who's stretching the truth?

[ He quirks a brow. He wasn't the one hunted down by those soldiers, the biggest human threat to his health and well being were farmers, and the occasional bored child. He had to suffer that disgusting appearance to bring her enemies to her, and it's not a service he's like to forget or forgive anytime soon. ]

Oh, don't be silly. If you'd taken the time to actually play around in it, I'm sure you would have liked the form. A wolf is not a dog, after all.

[Tomayto tomahto... But she was grinning as she leaned against the tree, cradled between two branches and playing idly with a leaf.]

I would never like being a filthy stinking dog!

[ His face turns into perfect picture of outrage at the very notion. The very thought is enough to make his skin crawl. Must be the flees. ]

Or any other creature that relates to it in any way, they're all vicious, vile creatures who kill birds for joy and praise -

[ And the rant won't really end on its own ]

[There's a chuckle and a roll of her eyes before gold tendrils curl around him and his ramblings are cut short and changed into caws and squawks.]

I can't tell if it's prejudice or envy that spurs you on.

[ The indignant squawk she gets in reply is appalled by the very mention of the notion that he may be envious of creature as inferior as a dog. Were they at the moors, he would fly away for a time. Not too far as to be out of range should she need him, but far enough to make his anger known.

But they are not, and they have more important things to do. So he settles on squawking angrily, and settles on her shoulder. ]

[She laughs at the outrage she can see in his little birdie face, moving to drop down to the forest floor with him settled on her shoulder.]

At least I'll have amusement while I'm here with you around.

[She began to walk, not ready to take to the air yet. She needed no staff to help her in this, wings keeping her balance as it should be.]

There are larger ones here, you know. Wolves. As large as ponies.

[ Amusement. If she means to frighten him for the sake of it well -- then she did, but he's not about to give her the satisfaction of seeing it. He cows, but stays on her shoulder -- purely because he's tired of his long flight, of course! -- and looks about them nervously.

So long as he's with her, he knows wolves are no concern, regardless of their size. But what's he to do when he's on his own? ]

[Perhaps he won't be on his own here often. It might be for the best, since this isn't their world and even she doesn't know what rules these fair folk play by.

Still, she doesn't hurry as she walks, taking the time to get to know the woods. Each tree has its own personality and she's curious if there are tree folk here like there are back home. A hand rests on the trunk of one large ash tree and she smiles at the feeling of peaceful slumber she gets from it.]

These woods are very old.

[ He quirks his head at her and cows, probing for information that may be of use in their search - for their queen and the exit. The woods seem calm for the time being, but the first rustling noise has him flying up to one of the branches for a better vantage point.

No pony sized wolves come out, though. Just a rabbit. ]

Diaval...

[She gives him a look, one that tells him she thinks he's being the epitome of ridiculous.]

Do you really think I would let you come to harm? Here, of all places? Have I not kept you safe all these years?

[ Kept safe is not exactly what he'd call it, when he's followed her into battle, but yes, she has protected him. And he her. It's not just himself he fears for - if he did, he would have perched much higher. But higher the tree itself would block his view of what dangers may approach on the ground, and if he cannot see, how can he warn her?

He squawks again, flapping his wings in place, his only means of conveying his meaning. He may not be a very formidable guard in his real form, but he can keep watch. ]

no such thing is clear to me!

Aha, now you're being nice

I'm fickle c:

Please say you're thinking of apping?

I am thinking, yes! especially now you've said that u////u

Well, then here's hoping we both get in =)

Your maleficent is fantastic, I can't imagine her not getting in :3

As is your Diaval. =) I'm still new with her, so I'm a little unsure.

oh, likewise. but for what it's worth, I really like her!

Thank you very much. The feeling is mutual.

thank you very much too <3

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