TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[fairyfoes]

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!

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[fiddles]

There is no beauty in that action but I have said my piece.

[She does sense his energies...and wonders what class he's in. Surely not a Saber. Lancer maybe. She matches his gaze. Though it's clear she's not totally happy with it she's not going to attack. In fact, she's thinking more about what food to taste afterwards.]

Misaki Asou | Fatal Frame 4 | Unseelie!

[leavinggod]

[ Following spirits is becoming a vice for her. But at the height of her illness and her doll in her possession again, Misaki is out of clutches of Sakuya.

Much to her dismay. The last thing she recalled was making her way down to the ritual grounds and finding Sakuya's restless spirit. When her memories came flooding back, it was too much for her -- she collapsed. She was sure that Ruka would soon follow she and Madoka to the island in search of their pasts. The only thing was, she had left Madoka to fend for herself, she was taken by the spirits.

It was a grave mistake to leave the much more timid girl alone and Misaki would never admit... it was her fault. She let her friend die. Maybe that is why by her own volition that she willingly followed the fairies here.

There's only one problem. The illness that plagued her since she was a child still coursed through her veins. By then, Misaki notices something important, that she magnates to it like a moth to a flame.

The moonlight. She must stand underneath it, it's a necessity. It's a b-line to the moon's light, an unnatural glow that has Misaki transfixed, almost in a trance-like state. It feels... ]

The moon... what's wrong with it? Why does it feel so wrong?

[unnatural_animal]

Because the wretch does have some skill. If someone could only correct him it might not be a complete waste.

[Richard the Lionheart, skilled warrior, brilliant commander, ruthless knight, and music critic. He looks torn between wanting to berate the musician or take the man's lute and begin playing it himself.

Instead he focuses on the wine, gesturing to the man's half empty bottle. He won't let himself get drunk -with the other man or anyone- and risk letting his guard down, but he can try for something a bit more friendly than sullen restlessness.]

Have you actually managed to find something decent to drink or are you merely desperate?

[Well, he did try.]

{Locket}

[rangerandking]

{This one gives off an entirely aura and Aragorn stands stiffly, his brow furrowed.}

Welcome, my lord. {No "Your Majesty" or "Your Grace" for you, Melkor.} What is this gift of which you speak?

it really is, I love this

[doomsyou]

It is difficult to avoid when the Firstborn come into my Halls when they die. And many still living or reborn reside in Valinor with us.

[You don't give him a great amount of hope for the future, Han. And for someone who can see most of what's the come that's... kind of sad.]

Eä, we call it, the Created World. And within it is Arda, inhabited by the Children.

b

[airflows]

[ They'd met at least once before, maybe a few times more. Meetings had to be rare, though. Opal was decidedly not Unseelie, while her grandmother decidedly was. And, well - it wasn't too well thought of to mingle with the enemy. Not that Opal is really good at thinking of Toph as the enemy. Or anyone else, yet - this war is not hers, and it's hard to think of it that way right now. Even when it starts to settle in, Opal's never going to be able to think of her grandmother as an enemy.

Even a younger version like this. Even though her grandmother has been known to toss rocks at her grandchildren (the ones who can bend; Opal hadn't quite been a target the last time she'd seen her grandmother in person back home).

Toph's the first one to the meeting place, even though Opal made the best time she could in the air; when she spots her not-quite-grandmother practicing, she touches down nearby, and leans against a tree to watch her work. She's always liked watching her family earthbend; while Opal had never been able to bend earth, it had been calming to watch them practice. Toph's style is different from Suyin's, but Opal can see the basis of her mother's art in this. Wei and Wing are more similar to Toph in style, really - it's funny.

She'll wait until Toph reaches a point where she looks like she can be interrupted, if Toph doesn't say hi first. ]

Hey. I brought sandwiches, if you want some.

[withbite]

Honestly, I'm just happy it's not Taylor Swift. Or Billy Ray Cyrus. Pretty much anyone who made music after the 90s was just... it's a waste.

[The bottle is sloshing its contents as Damon lifts it to take another drink, he who is not so brilliant a commander and is a very ruthless not-knight, licks his lips before answering the king of old.]

It's not bourbon, but... It's better than wine in a box. Or gin. I have no idea how people drink that. They had something stronger the last time and I'm keeping an eye out for that. If you see a bottle with bark wrapped around the lower half and a wax seal, let me know. That's the good stuff.

[cagedinflesh]

You have poor judgement of beauty, then.

[But that she takes no particular offence is good enough, much better than Caster or Saber. So he deems her acceptable for the timebeing. He doesn't kill the creature, though. Something so weak is hardly worth it. Causing it pain is pleasure enough for him, and so he tosses it aside, to the table.

Hopefully another will come along and help it. As it is, there's only a small protest in the back of his mind, the other half which feels guilt for Hyde's cruelty, and being a doctor, could very well help it, if only he could break free.]

[napolienic]

[ A dragon’s face does not well betray astonishment, and Lien has schooled herself to a lifetime of courtly composure. Still her, frill lifts, whiskers flushing out askew. Yongxing alone has ever called her by such terms — and meant it sincerely.

Despite herself, she wants almost to believe it; this seems no courtier's flattery, and something in Varda’s gentility invites warmth in return. ]

You do me too much kindness. [ Lien has to force her gaze away from the patterns shifting. It’s as though looking upon a shen of old tales, she might lose herself if incautious. ] Must all constellations be kin of blood? They might be yours yet, and you in turn bring light to them. Such is the way of new friendship.

station!

[orcsurfing]

[ At the Station Legolas dresses in the clothing provided there, rather than the leathers. But even such efforts do not exactly help him blend in much, so out of place a long, tunic-like hoodie, the modern leggings and the heavy boots look on him. Or so out of place he looks at the Station. Fair face, pointy ears and long (long, thank you Fili) hair, all of it braided and resting over a shoulder.

But even so, unfamiliar and strange as it may be, the Station is quite entertaining to visit every so often. A lot of new folk from both court come here to settle and it's good for making connections.

Currently leaning over a prone form of a child of the Men sprawled over a couch, concerned frown in place. ]

Are you well?

[ There are rooms available for all, why would anyone choose to rest out here if they were well? #elflogictomakeshithappen ]

[atoned]

Even though he's talented at parkour, running on the sides of walls and jumping very high into the air before he needs to kick himself even further with a blast of fire, he's jealous Aang can easily pull himself back up when he falls. He's fallen flat on his face since he'd been young, ever since he'd slowly began firebending at a snail crawl when compared to Azula's ability to adapt to the art form as quick as a bolt of lightning. Zuko's been hit several times by several different objects — boulders, lightning, long wooden sticks, air, a boomerang, a mattress — but he's never quite been able to recover as quickly from it, regardless if he's to be hit once a day.

Sitting up, he remains on the floor, slightly winded from being blown off his feet, but the grin doesn't slip away from his face. The hand extended toward him is one he takes gratefully, pulling himself to his feet to stand taller than Aang. It's not lost on him this is Aang, his friend not his foe. After Toph had arrived with several years in between them, he hadn't quite let himself think too much on anyone being brought without the memories surpassing him being a turncoat. It'd leave him fretful and incapable of sleeping, a feat he'd only just begun to achieve after his ordeal with attempting to please and settle his debt to High-Queen Morla.

At Aang's first question, his hand cards through his hair, fingers checking for any bumps. Even if he were to hit his head, it'd be nothing compared to what he'd endured at the hands of Toph. "You hit me pretty hard." It's nothing Zuko can't handle, though. Perhaps Aang had hit him in the head, anyway, as he sounds amused. "I'm feeling okay. Kind of hungry. I wanted to see what food they had in this court until you knocked me over."

How's he feeling? Elated. It's incredibly uncharacteristic for him to even answer that question with a lie, nor even the truth, as Zuko is never happy unless he'd been kidnapped into an alternate world and one of his friends appears to bowl him over.

[fiddles]

[She's focusing more on the feast, gathering more food, but when he says that she turns her head. There's a trace of anger then she pushes it away. There's no point in getting angry at a plebeian.]

I am an artist. Art covers many things--the tragic, the comedic, and of course, the beautiful. Emotion and action varies in the range as well.

[She pours herself another glass of wine. Giving it a quick taste she swallows it quickly down.]

No. It was not beautiful in the way other things are. Tragic, perhaps, but not beautiful.

[snipers]

...Honestly?

[ she sighs :( ]

I wish I knew how many calories were in each meal. That way I could pace myself.

[ otherwise the food's not bad? just... weird. and probably really fattening. ]

[unnatural_animal]

"Richard, Duke of Aquitaine, Count of Poitou, son of Henry II, King of England." Richard gets the formalities out of the way quickly in the beginning, saying his titles, then brushing them aside with brusque, military efficiency. Ever the soldier. What good are claims to lands and men that do not exist in this place?

"I was taught to master as many forms of music as possible." As he speaks, he moves to sit near to the other man and his something in his manner gets a bit less cagey and hard. Music is a safe topic. A topic not fit for the common mob, but for those that can appreciate the finer things, the things that his mother worked so hard to make him appreciate as a child. "The south, Aquitaine in particular, has a fine tradition of music. We nurture it. I compose as well. It makes me less tolerant than I might be of those who waste talent," he continues, sparing another glance for the offending musician.

[slugout]

[slugout]

Yeah, okay, whatever. You should get a bag too.

{Video}

[doomsyou]

[Yep, another. He watches the Man quietly for a moment, not quite smiling but he's not displeased.]

You have my thanks, son of Arathorn. [Surprise, he knows who you are. But really, does anyone expect anything else from Nämo?]

[snipers]

[ oh my god ]

I'm not gonna be living on nothing but ramen and candybars for the next month, Stupei.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber had turned to watch the woman after she'd brushed past her, one hand moving to sweep her silver cloak back out of the way in the process. The knight couldn't help but chuckle at the short exchange.]

It is no worry, my lady. But why not a dress for you? It would look beautiful upon you.

are you going to throw him out into the void now please dont make it hurt

[bythewaves]

Not all, Lord. My father was here, not four or five months past, and then he was gone again. And my brothers Celegorm and Maedhros walk these lands.

[ Namo standing over there and not reaching for him helps, actually, and Maglor has enough issues with the court to relax a little from his terrified ball ]

They say they want us to fight for the salvation of our worlds. [ he reports obediently ] That if the other court wins our worlds are forfeit - no one ever told us what would happen when as with us we stand on both sides of the divide. The only way to win is to steal the shards that we all apparently carry - the only way to steal the shards is to kill the bearers. The Seelie Queen pretends at kindness and grace, and when a Silmaril came into this world she let her Champion go to war rather than yield it.

[ Pleading ] I did not want to fight again, Lord! I have done so much wrong already. But they would not yield, though I begged them and sent directly to the Queen.

Luse Malaché | Poison Elves | Unseelie

[lusiphur]

Arrival

[It's not like he's some kind of hero and that he was on some secret and dangerous mission to rescue a kid and save his own world when he was spirited away to be some pawn in someone else's war. Oh right. Except that's exactly what he was doing. Even though the elf felt that Amrahly'nn could burn to ash and he'd barely notice any change in it, living in the desolated hole of his own world was still better than being here. This was a whole new fresh hell that he had been dragged into. Lusiphur knew about things from other dimensions, and that just never really worked out well for him.

He'd gotten the speech upon his arrival and stared making a checklist of things that pissed him off. Magic? Check. Fairies? Yep. Being manipulated into doing something he doesn't want to (especially when there was a danger of grievous bodily harm)? Two checks. Court politics? F*&# 'em. Especially the "groveling before royalty" part.

But, on the other hand, this feast tastes good and there's plenty to drink and they had told him there will be the opportunity to murder people. Which was fun. And cathartic. The elf is a mercenary, and he's used to doing other people's dirty work. A far as raw deals went, Lusiphur decides that it really could have been worse. Not that anyone would know that by the dark and angry look on his face. He has no intention of humoring those who just pick people up without discussing terms first, but he's getting the impression he doesn't have a choice.]

or Wildcard! (prompt me, please)

[slugout]

... So? It can't hurt to have in reserve.

[ also any you don't eat, HE can eat. :D and people say he doesn't plan ahead. ]

[cagedinflesh]

It would seem to me your claims of artistic range are unsubstantiated. Brutality is the earliest and most natural form of self-expression. What could be more beautiful?

[He has no appreciation or regard at all for art or beauty, so it's all bullshit, really. Though self-expression is very important. He'll justify it with anything. Though he does follow suit and pours another glass of wine for himself as well - after pouring out the sludge the fairy turned it into.]

{Video}

[rangerandking]

{He isn't surprised, but there is a certain shock that accompanies those words nonetheless.}

I am ready and able to gather that which you require if it is in my power to do so.

[unnatural_animal]

Your goal is just to drink to drunkenness, then?

[And, hey, if it is Richard won't judge. He's a fan of it himself, even if his family's predisposition towards violence and rages doesn't mix well with it. But he only drinks to that extent when he is comfortable and here he's anything but.]

I would drink to enjoy it, but so far all the wine that I have had here tastes like piss.