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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! |
barfs tldr, you'll regret this decison jysk
Something doesn't sit right with her as she watches how he studies her. Triss was strong, but the pains she'd had to endure, being compressed into that figurine, the things they'd done to her in interrogating her, the potions she'd been forced to drink, their touches...
Triss sets her jaw and tilts her head to meet his gaze head on, not shying away from the scrutiny no matter how uncomfortable it makes her with how battered she may appear being on the mend.] I've never been better.
[A lie he would be able to see through, as always.
She never expected him to come to Nilfgaard and rescue her. It hasn't even crossed her mind that he might notice her absence, not with everything else terrible and serious happening that needed his utmost attentions. It wasn't out of the ordinary, he would leave her to deal with his own matters and she would tend to her own.
Instead Letho...
Triss won't ask what had happened. Nor will she ask why he hadn't shown up to meet Letho while she waited at his side, curled up against the back of the stone fearing what would happen to not only her but to Geralt.]
And you..?
oh god the regret is strong with me already
He goes to reach out to touch her face, but stops half way there, uncertain if she will jerk back from his touch--whether because of the tenderness of the bruises, or because she doesn't trust him.
He frowns.] Better now.
[He doesn't know her timeline--hell, he doesn't even know there is a timeline--but he does know that he was about to go through those doors to pay Letho a visit when he was so rudely whisked away.] Iorveth said Letho escaped the camp with you.
k good
Her hands ball into fists at her sides and she folds her arms under her chest for the sake of putting them somewhere.] He came for me, freed me, kept me at his side while waiting for you.
Letho...fought to protect me from the guards.
[Triss doesn't know if she should be grateful or...
But it had all been because of Geralt. She would've been quartered had no one come for her, and it had been Letho. Of all people.]
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He feels--no, he knows he has done her a great dishonor not coming after her. Would she have come after him? Would everything in the world have been all right if he had not tried to correct it, and rather had gone storming into the Nilfgaardian camp looking for blood?] You were his bartering chip.
[At least, that's about all he could assume. That Letho could save her, and then get off the hook with him because quid pro quo, or some other ridiculous notion. Or maybe Letho thought he owed Geralt for the life saving.
Letho was smart. Geralt hadn't had the intention of going in to murder the man despite the clusterfuck that was caused by being a kingslayer. He isn't Judgment, or the police, though he sometimes finds himself shoved into that position anyway.]
I'm sorry.
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She takes a breath, ignoring how it shudders softly like it's trapped in her throat, forcing herself to focus on the here and now. This place. The fact that they've unfinished business back in their realm, the Kingdoms hanging in the balance. Mages' rights, the Council and Conclave, Iorveth and...everything.]
Bartering chip or not, it was him. [Not you. And now she had the disgusting taint crawling under her skin that she owed the bastard for how he had saved her life.]
We need - [Quieter now, wetting chapped lips, ignoring the sting of the cut in her bottom one.] We need to figure this out, this place.
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He's glad for the subject change, and then again he isn't. He wants to say something more than sorry, say anything that can describe how guilty he feels about being forced to choose between her and a dragon.] The same things are going on here as they were in the Kingdoms.
[He can't stand it, how hurt she looks. He reaches up regardless of what she does and brushes the very tips of his calloused figers over, softly, the ridge of her cheek, scrutinizing the wounds, the cuts, the bruises.]
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She can't, Triss can't do this right now.
There's way too much going on that she can't deal with this, with him. They're here to work through someone else's mistakes when they have their own ear-deep shit pile to fix. Of course she's happy to see he's alright and that she's not alone here but...
Because she needs that distance, Triss takes a step back and makes sure it's wedged there firmly between them.]
Like I said - we need to figure it out. It doesn't matter if it's similar, we don't know anything here the way we do back home.
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Instead, he tries to focus on where she's leading the conversation, on the sudden return of the reality of being in an unfamiliar place. The hard frown on his lips is both from her rejection and the understanding of how little knowledge the two of them have about this place.] We're a commodity in a time of war. We're the bargain for winning.
The people from the Kingdoms, they're all here: two sides fighting a battle so old they don't even remember how it really started.
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[As much as that weighs on the headache pounding in her temples...
Triss has to pause, thinking over what he's saying and comparing it to what she's been hearing around the banquet.
Did that mean...?]
People from the Kingdoms... You mean...? [He has her attention now, fully. They can discuss them later, in private, whenever she'll allow it. But for now, she wants to know who specifically might also be there.] Who?
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Iorveth. He's here. [Only a small relief. There's no telling what the human-hating elf will get into.] That's all I've seen... for now.
The imps must be spiriting away everyone. [He doesn't know Seelies have fairies yet, just that there is, you know, another "side."] There's no telling who'll end up here.
At the banquet, there's people I've never seen the likes of before. [Which, ahem, may or may not be why he didn't stay too long.]