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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Guts | Berserk | Seelie probably, idk what i'm doing

[enrage]

1. Arrival
Even way back when Guts was a military man, he'd never really liked feasts. Being around people bothered him, that was just how it was. Going from traveling on a ship, stabbing a sea god in the heart, losing consciousness while being pulled to the surface by mermaids, and now this, though, that was too much mental whiplash even for him. After only a little 'mingling' among his new peers, almost entirely consisting of him ignoring stares and giving gruff replies to people saying hello, he'd had enough.

Leaving the throngs of people behind, Guts slipped free from the ballroom and searched the halls until he found what he wanted: a balcony. A little fresh air and quiet was just what he needed, and he stepped out without hesitation... only to find the balcony already occupied. Wonderful. Hopefully, they wouldn't mind the company of a tall, well-built, scarred, and reticent man with an obvious prosthetic hand, but better to ask and be sure.

"Mind if I come out here?"

2. Fightin'
An ogre had come down from the mountains, they said. It wasn't a common sight, but it happened from time to time, and when it did, someone had to go take care of the problem. The chance for bounty money and, more importantly, renown to go toward getting influence in this damned place called out to Guts, and he answered swiftly enough. No one else had come claiming to have killed the ogre, the villagers said, and that was enough to send him hunting.

He didn't much resemble a soldier of the Seelie. Clad in black steel from neck to toe, wearing a black cape and wielding a massive black sword, he cut a more sinister figure than the glorious and radiant stereotypical knight, but there really wasn't much else in the worlds Guts cared about less than appearances, even if he wasn't traveling alone today. It seemed he wasn't the only one with eyes set on slaying a monster today, and after a little needling from his traveling companion of the day, he relented and agreed to travel with them up into the mountains to hunt down a monster.

"Keep up," he said in a stern tone, craning his head back toward the figure behind him. Honestly, Guts wasn't so sure about the combat readiness of this person, but what the hell, he'd been surprised before. Maybe this wouldn't be a total disaster.

3. Wildcard!

where have you been all my life... also 3??

[backtalker]

[When you're Serpico, and more or less everyone you spend all of your time with would somersault into danger without considering a better option first, being separated from that collective heart attack is just asking for someone to make a scene. He can feel it in his bones: this will end terribly.

Or it would, if he hadn't looked up from his wading through the crowd in time to catch a familiar cape vanishing behind an open door. There's one accounted for. He beelines for the same door and makes to catch up, already thinking of what has to be done next. They need to regroup, and it would really be more fortunate if one of them were with the others instead of each other, considering... but first:]

You know, it's rude to cut out in the middle of a party like that.

2

[noboatbigenough]

Kisame was starting to get bored already, and when he was bored, bad things tended to happen to other people. He wasn't prepared to make enemies just yet--not when nobody knew The Monster of Hidden Mist for what he really was--so that left him searching for an outlet for his more restless moments. So hearing that there was a pest to be exterminated seemed like the perfect way to do it, all the while earning favor, and a little money to do with what he wished. He felt like a Chuunin again, doing missions for his new "kages" to better the village and earn the right to move up in rank.

It had been a long time, but he could still jump right back into the game. There was just one hitch in his plans. Someone else had been obviously interested in the same mission, and Kisame couldn't claim a clear advantage of getting there first. Now, he could have just outsped the man to the supposed spot, but he knew well how some men reacted to having their kills stolen from under their noses, and it all came back to not wanting a hoard of enemies dogging his steps just yet--as fun as something like that could be. The other option was to work together, and as much as he'd like concrete knowledge about a temporary partner's skills first, this was the better option. So he'd asked politely to join the stranger and his impressive blade, and just as politely made it clear that no wasn't an answer he would listen to.

And now they had set out, and traveling was as familiar as breathing. The comment though, he couldn't help but laugh at and give his new temporary companion a pointed look-over. The blade he would appreciate freely, but the armor was ridiculous in his opinion. Kisame was only wearing light cloth--reinforced in some places with the minimum of metal--and plenty of wrappings, with the blade he'd chosen to wield here--a greatsword, but no Samehada-- strapped to his back. He trusted his speed and skill over armor for protection.

"Don't worry about that." He chuckled some more, and was tempted to put on a burst of speed, or even take to the trees for a faster route, but they had plenty of time. He hadn't heard anything about ogres being fast.

"Now, what did you dig up about our mission?" He kept the question light, but it was information on his new partner that he was looking for over information about the task. How good was this man's information gathering skill?

Tinker Bell || Disney Fairies || Court TBD

[neverfairy]

Feast

[ Humans. Everywhere. Humans, and unfamiliar fairies, and a... what in the name of pixie dust is that guy over there, anyway? It's one big--BIG--whirl of sights and colors and smells and very, very large people. It's all a bit too much for this five inch tall fairy right now, thank you very much.

Caution has never been one of Tink's strong points (possibly, just possibly the reason why she's here in the first place), but there's curiosity and then there's the constant danger of being crushed, stepped on, swatted, or otherwise unwittingly mauled by persons many times larger than oneself.

A tiny, softly glowing fairy zips through the room, keeping as clear of the larger people in attendance as possible, and finally comes to rest on one of the feast tables as she ducks behind a large goblet, practically tumbling head over feet in her haste. Safely out of view (or so she believes) she heaves a huge sigh of relief, the minuscule puff of air ruffling her blond hair.

What has she gotten herself into this time?]


Or wildcard!

[I'm up for just about anything, just let me know!]

here, have an unseelie

[milkdrinker]

[ That guy over there happens to be a Khajiit, and he's not exactly surprised to see the strange glow zipping about the feast hall; there are far stranger things in this Drabwurld, after all, than he'd ever seen in Tamriel. It's not until he takes a seat for himself at the table, though, that he catches another glimpse of that glow, and this time he can afford a closer look.

His ears prick forward, head slightly tilting, as he regards the small fairy. He's never seen one before, not with his own eyes, but he's done enough reading in this place to make a guess at what she is. ]

This one suspects you are lost, little one.

[aureinsof]

[Lucky(?) for her, the person who spies her suspects she's a monster. Since he feels responsible for them, he decides to try talking to her.]

Hey, fairy. You're not like the other ones around here, huh? [She'll get trampled. And last he knew, fairies could be highly territorial. He needs to keep an eye on her.] Come sit on my shoulder.

Hoshigaki Kisame | Naruto | Court undecided

[noboatbigenough]

01) Welcome Feast (Can roll with either Court, but Seelie seems the more amusing choice)

Suddenly being alive and whole, chakra full, and without even a minor ache to testify to his last fight, was certainly a surprise, but Kisame isn't prepared to question it yet. He'd opened his eyes to strange stars in an unfamiliar sky and little creatures, summons, perhaps, trying to give him a map and jewelry. He'd taken them, of course, privately questioned what kind of afterlife would need a map, and listened patiently to the explanation they'd offered. He would dissect for clues later, but for now, he was being directed to an impressive castle, and, according to the small, excited voices, a feast in his honor. And in honor of the others brought here; so Kisame wasn't alone in this situation. Worth knowing.

There would be information gleaned from a party, willingly given or not, and he couldn't help but laugh to himself at the picture he'd present. He might have been more impressive fully dressed in cloak and hat, but there was nothing to be done about his clothes. The cloak was who knew where, and while his body was mysteriously repaired, his pants and sandals had not come through his sharks' ministrations nearly as intact. Kisame only paused long enough to tear off useless tatters and to decide the wreck of his sandals were unrepairable. Let enemy, or comrade, or civilian decide he was weak, or unarmed, or to be taken advantage of because of his state, and if challenged, Kisame would happily drown them in their assumptions. It was a pleasant thought, and he was grinning as he found the hall, and strode in, head high in spite of only being clothed in the locket he'd been given, and a pair of pants that barely counted as rags anymore. And his ring, of course, glittering on his left ring finger, symbol on it probably unfamiliar to most.

He knew eyes would be on him and didn't hesitate or change expression. This would be fun, Kisame decided as he headed for the food. It would be foolish not to eat while he could, before a fight or worse broke out, and he piled a plate with tempting looking delicacies, wandering around to listen to conversations while eating with far more manners than his clothes suggested.

And with each straying gaze, be it interest, or shock, or predatory appraisal, Kisame greeted it with a nod and a grin. "Good evening. Got an unexpected invitation too, eh?"



03) The Armory

Even before clothes, or the room he'd been told was his here, Kisame had something more important in mind. Weapons. Preferably a greatsword--though nothing would ever fill the void Samehada left--but any blade would do, so long as the workmanship was of good quality, and it wouldn't hurt to add a few smaller weapons back into his arsenal again.

So as soon as he could gather the location of the armory, Kisame went, looking over the assembled weapons with eager eyes and appreciative hands. He would try them all, of course, to find the best of the best, but he had to start somewhere.

So Kisame picked up a likely looking sword and began to put it through its paces as well as the space of the armory allowed. Each movement spoke of long familiarity with swords, and had a graceful economy of motion that only a master of the blade could truly display.

Whatever it might have been that alerted his well-honed ninja senses to the newcomer, Kisame flashed a smile at the doorway, not stopping his test.

"The armory, at least, is acceptable."

He finished with a vicious attack on the air itself that likely would have left an opponent in dire straits, and went to pick up another blade, half his attention still on the doorway.

Emily Kaldwin b/c why the hell not | Dishonored | Seelie probs

[empireofrats]

Seelie feasting

[This sort of thing isn't entirely new to her necessarily. Food, and noise, and dancing, and revelry, and everything else is surprising only in the fact it has been so long since Dunwall had anything remotely similar--aside from a party she remembers hearing about which she couldn't attend.

The fairies hold her attention for a long time; they are fantastical and everything she's always talked about when her head was in stories, but even they get tired of answering her endless questions, so she's left to wander the feast and pester others.

Probably you, too.

She stares blatantly at everyone, sizing them, exploring them, memorizing them. Everyone is so different. A few, she tugs on the bottom end of their things, as high as she's able to reach, to get the full attention she requires.]

Hello, I'm Emily. [Because poo on all that silly royalty business. She has no one here to chastise her about being a "lady" anyway.]

That Not-Train Station

[Being dropped in The Station should be the biggest cultural shock, but it really isn't for Emily. She's too curious, too adventurous. Nothing is like Dunwall at all. There's no plagued and dirty streets, no crumbling buildings, no stench-filled air, no gloom-and-doom. Not Dunwall at all.

So there is definitely a white-garbed little girl running around like she's consumed too much sugar. Nothing is being left un-touched, or un-sat, or un-walked upon.

Currently, she's meandering about the mobile phone shop. The telephones aren't like the locket she's played with, and she's never seen something that fits in your hand with buttons and a screen that will let you talk to others not in the room. It's like... a weird magic mirror, or perhaps a curled sailor's horn that can shout long distances into the fog.

At least she can enjoy pretending to have a conversation with it up to her ear, even if she's not actually calling anyone else at all.]

[judicatus]

[ Gabranth hasn't come to the feast for revelry; no, he's long had his fill of that. He's come to the feast hall to keep a watchful eye out for any others from Ivalice, for even a single other who's met with the same ill fortune as he. Such is the reason he's adorned his full plate, helm and all — all the better to be recognized at a glance.

As a result, he's not exactly expecting to be approached by anyone not from Ivalice, much less a young girl. Thankfully, the visor of his helm masks his bemusement. ]

Yet another child drafted into this war, I take it. [ And younger than most he's seen so far. ]

the station!

[extramural]

[ The Station is a technological marvel, but it has one advantage to the inventions of Sokolov's that dot Dunwall: the magic. There is no hiding in the Drabwurld, where magic is in the air and the water and the earth; there is no Abbey to hunt down those who grasp at the older forces in this world. He may be cut off from the Void in this place, but there are advantages.

Besides, it's very interesting to set things inside of the microwave ovens and see what happens to them.

He cannot See as he once could, and Emily is not one of his Marked; there is no prickling sense of her when he Blinks from place to place within the Station. Still, he knows her; he has been in her dreams, may continue to appear in them if she turns out to be half as interesting as her Lord Protector. Her mother had a shrine to him, after all. How many times had she sat in that room while she was with child, fussing with the silk and tracing her fingers over the rune of bone? ]

Emily Kaldwin. Perhaps I should have expected that you would have been brought to this place.

the station and BIG SISTER SENSES ALL OVER

[digophelia]

[ Really, it shouldn't come as a surprise to find a child here.

But it is. Alice was making her rounds with her small white rabbit tailing behind her. The horses had been fed and Alice was on her way to get more things to draw with when she stops to see her.

She feels her heart sinking; she looks young, but not too young where she can't be by herself. Still, the guilt of Houndsditch hangs over her head that Alice finds herself swooping in. ]

Hello there, little one.

drizzt do'urden | forgotten realms | probably seelie

[uncommons]

Arrival

[ Ignoring a plea for help does not come easily to Drizzt Do'Urden, no matter if it comes from fairy or human. It's simply not in his nature to step aside (although there are notable exceptions to this, namely unrepentantly evil drow and maybe Artemis), so when the little fae cajole him into the ring, it's with the knowledge that they want his assistance.

And now here he is. The castle of his hosts dazzles his eyes and there are so many interesting people to look at. None of them have, as yet, shied away from him - something so rare in his world that he isn't sure if he should trust it yet. His twin scimitars rest across his back, simply because life experiences have taught him to remain armed. People tend to react to the color of his skin with extreme prejudice first and ask questions later.

He can be found at the feast itself, probably asking someone about the strange food on their plate, roaming the halls to get a feel for the fortress, or outdoors in one of the gardens, enjoying the night sky. ]

[goldenplaits]

You are not used to such revelry.

[The words are spoken softly, with a polite smile showing in the voice, and from a small distance - far enough to be well out of Drizzt's range, yet close enough that even a quiet voice carries easily. The man is tall, dark haired and light eyed, clad in the Seelie colours yet in a style unlike that of most of the court. His posture is entirely neutral and his smile characterized by the same politic friendliness as his voice - and the pointy ears and light, too-graceful build and movements easily make it clear that he is an elf.]

Travis Touchdown | No More Heroes | Court Undecided

[crownless_king]

01. Arrival

"Oh my god, this mutton stuff is fucking tits!" You know, there probably was something of an acclimation process and all that. Getting here from the unfortunate position he had been in was...yeah, less said the better. He still was trying to figure that one out. Free-fall does not a great meeting point make, after all. And even for him, that was pretty out there. And then there was all this talk of wars, and fighting and shards. But all that seemed to transition into one big goddamn feast of all kinds of food, including some stuff he'd never even tried before. Or only seen in HBO fantasy television programs. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going around and annoying some of the other revelers.

Not that he cared.

Truthfully, he was on board from the word go. Fight our battles? Kill these assholes? Get their shards? It was sounding all Japanese anime from the word go. And that wasn't even taking into account that winding up here spared him a splattering fate. Short of massacring a school of Jedi Fledglings, he'd follow these guys into Hell. If not for shits and giggles, then for the sake of not being a mooch on life debts.

"...fuck, where did I put my wine again?" He muttered, stuffing his mouth before going after his elusive drink. And out, it would seem, into the halls. He knew where the party was at least, he'd be back soon enough. "Here drinky drinky drinky..."

02. Armory

The downside to all of this was that his beam katanas were on the fritz. He had tried to get them to work, but all they would do is stare at him sadly. Which he was kind of glad about because in hindsight, doing maintenance on a laser sword with the end the blade comes out from pointed at your face was fucking dumb. All of his swords seemed to be down for the count, leaving him in dire need of something to use. And with everything else taken care of now, it was time to do just that.

"Hm. Let's see here." Travis muttered, tapping his chin as he looked around. "I need a variety. Can't just add that feature in to take it out of the Back to the Future sequel here." He murmured on, before walking around and giving everything a look over. Armor he ignored, he didn't need it. He needed to be fast, and let his swords do the rest of the defense. Which was totally a thing, yes it was.

"These might work." He pulled out a pair of short swords. Before putting one back and pulling out a slightly longer sword. "Rose Nasty you ain't, but as long as I can fuck shit up, you don't really need to be." A bit of a test was in order. A few short swings, some fancy little moves. They were much heavier than his usual fair, themselves made of light and not metal. But Travis was strong enough that, with a few seconds, his motions were adequately compensated for.

He tucked those aside, and reached for a bigger sword. That claymore was a perfect substitute for one of his weapons. BUT MAN WAS IT HEAVY. This he wound up having trouble with, and was soon off his balance and careening towards the unknown.

And hopefully not a fatality. That would be sad. And pathetic.

03. Wildcard

Come at me bros. Anything you want!

02. RUNS TOWARD.

[snipers]

She needed new arrows. The ones she had with her were fine – there was nothing wrong with them – but she didn't have enough. Half a quiver full, and she needed to be prepared for the worst. Yukari wasn't the type of girl to go seeking out danger but just in case danger had her number she wanted to make sure she could protect herself in case her evoker was snatched away from her.

So lost in her own thoughts is she that she didn't realize that there was someone else in the armory until it was too late, listening in on them muttering to themselves.

...Seriously? Who talks like that these days. Yukari rolled her eyes and shrugged herself out of her pink sweater, tying it around her waist. Fixing her shirt collar, she took a step closer to the door of the armory and then – dodged to the side.

“Hey!” Yukari snapped, pressing her shoulders to the wall to make sure no part of her was caught by the blade. “Watch what you're doing!”

Anduin Wrynn | Warcraft | Seelie

[damnsel]

At the Station

[ He's been busy exploring the Station, as likely befits a young boy with plenty of energy and a decent helping of curiosity. Frankly, it's more fascinating than the fae to him: the idea that someone, in a world out there, had designed coffee shops and a curious amount of things that he had never seen before. The ideas that had not yet reached Azeroth stunned him; and so he's carefully examining...well, pretty much everything, taking it all in with serious eyes as if he means to memorize the designs.

Still, there's one thing that bothers him -- no matter how hard he looks for the thing called "Free Wi-Fi," he can't seem to find it. After searching up and down, he finally decides to go up to the nearest person and ask.

He'll nod to you and point at one of those signs -- you know the ones, that likely say "Free Wi-Fi Available here!" or any other indication that someone may hang up that a wireless service is available in a certain location. ]

Excuse me. What is a "Wi-Fi", and how do I find it?

[aureinsof]

[He asked someone who, until recently, was just as lost as him. At least Emil asked a lady running one of the shops. The problem is that she didn't explain it well.]

Oh! Well, I think it makes all those little machines work better. Maybe usually you have to pay for the machines...

Uzumaki Naruto | Naruto | Unseelie

[noodled]

Wildcard- Locket
[Naruto was current trying to figure out how these lockets worked. Despite getting kidnapped, he was more curious about the lockets. Not that he wasn't pissed off. Nope, he was still very angry. Seriously, they took him from his home and can't return until he won their war. It was true that he was a shinobi but this wasn't a mission. Those at least were sanctioned by Hokage and paid for. Stupid Courts that need other people to fight for them. After fiddling for a while he got it to turn on. Tapped the glass a few times.]

Ok, I got this thing to work. What now? Great, now that I got this thing to work I still can't figure it out. Wish Shika was here or someone just as smart.

02- Station
[Naruto had wandered around the station since he was no longer in his hometown or anywhere in the Nations for that matter. Nope, he was taken from his home. For the sole reason of fighting someone else's war. It wasn't a mission, they just kidnapped him and he couldn't even return. These courts could have gotten the Hokage to assign a mission if they needed some extra hands. Besides, he needed some answers and maybe this place would have them.]

Locket

[noboatbigenough]

[The reply is a long time in coming, as Kisame weighed the pros and cons of letting the kid know he was here. Finally though, he decided, hell with it. He's already dead. What's the worst this kid could do? Bloody him up a little? A good fight would be glorious.

Well, the kid could start screeching to everyone and their brother that Kisame was a wanted criminal back home, but kid's word against his, and Kisame has been careful not to make any waves so far. Literal or figurative.

And the kid is having trouble enough figuring out these lockets to begin with. So he lets the kid hear him laughing, hear the thread of derision in it, and lets the kid see him. Kisame has gone native, clothing-wise, but still wears his ring, and he's already gotten himself a serviceable sword to fight with, which he is showing the greatest of tender care toward, most of his attention on making sure the metal gleams and is as sharp as can be.]

Now there's a face I wasn't expecting to see! Be careful what you wish for, kid. You'd regret it when your comrades got dragged here, wouldn't you.

[The last isn't a question. Kisame had been spying on them enough to feel certain in making a claim like that.]

Spyro | Spyro the Dragon | Unseelie

[dragonshores]

Arrival
The court does not immediately sway him against the Seelie in a way that would lead him to the battlefield. The fairies he has known for as long as he has known the ones in Avalar, the Dragon Worlds and the Forgotten Worlds, have always been friends and have only ever opposed the cat wizards. Truthfully Spyro is the type to overthrow both courts, but he keeps a hold on his rebellious nature and eats. Around his head buzzes a gold dragonfly, specks of what appears to be dust flying from its wings.

Usually friendly, though never sweet, Spyro is responsive to all who approach him. The characters to either side of him are treated with conversations first, however. "You got roped into this fairy fight too, huh? Is it too late to quit the team?"

The Station
"What is it?" Spyro asks his dragonfly companion, who hovers above his head holding a cell phone. Sparx buzzes back that he doesn't know, but descends so that he's eye-level with his dragon companion. "Well, what does it do?" Again the dragonfly says he isn't sure, and that's when Spyro opens his big mouth.

"Here, give it to me." Tipping his head back, Spyro opens his little jaws then closes them again once the cell phone has been deposited. "I thin' you jus..." He shifts it around in his mouth and gives the phone a bite, which causes it to vibrate. In shock, the dragon turns his head and spits it out hard enough to launch it into a wall, where it breaks into plastic chunks.

Eyes wide, Spyro looks around at the few other patrons who can't seem to look away. He frowns, slightly embarrassed. That was probably expensive. "Uh... Sorry about that?"

[smithwork]

[ Hiccup and Toothless round the corner just in time to see the little purple dragon spitting out the phone, both their expressions lighting up as they glance at each other, then walk over with similarly cheerful, welcoming smiles. It's an oddity of the Drabwurld that dragons here can speak Drabbish as well as anyone else, and Hiccup is sure that if Toothless's mouth were built for it, he would too. ]

Hi, there. Having some problems?

[ At Hiccup's side, Toothless gives a yawp of inquiry to the same effect, tilting his head at the little ... Scuttleclaw? Hm. ]

Roxas | Kingdom Hearts | Unseelie (?)

[doublebladed]

The Station
[This…is new. This is a lot of information to be taking in and while he has some memories of things like this (thank you, Sora) there's way too much to be taking in.

But Roxas isn't unfamiliar with train stations, even if the one in Twilight Town is nothing like this one. He's not entirely sure where he is but he does know he doesn't belong here.

Man, did his head hurt…what was the last thing…

…right. Summer's over.

Is this…a second chance?

With that thought in mind anyone at the Station may find a small blonde boy wandering with a bit of a lost expression on his face as he dips into shops and explores, making note of what he sees. If he's not watching though he might just bump into someone though.

Eventually he settles though and while he's sitting and watching a barista make a cup of coffee for another customer, he'll end up asking a question out loud, one that's been bothering him for some time now.]

Where did the trains go? [Or, more likely, why were they dismantled.]

Network
[Well pardon him for never using a locket of all things to communicate. It's obvious from the background noise that the locket's on a table at the Station and Roxas is just out of frame, so there's a video of the ceiling instead. There's a very, very long pause as he thinks of how to phrase what he wants to ask.]

…I have a question. [No hi, no introduction, nothing.] What's the fastest way to find people here? There's someone important I have to see.

arcueid brunestud 🌟 tsukihime 🌟 seelie probs

[typemoonmoon]

      🌟 STUFFING FACEHOLES.
[ Unlike many of the other Seelie newcomers, this one will be picking up various bits of food off the table and present them to others as a greeting, usually by just shoving them right into their face. Eat up, clearly they look as though they need to. No, she doesn't seem to comprehend that shoving food into some random stranger's mouth after they've been abducted is in poor taste. ]

      🌟 DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT $200.
[ Blood spills easily on the battlefield and in the Drabwurld, the flowers and plants may have grown used to using it in favor of water. That's how often combat thrives here and today is no different. Many forces of both the Unseelie and Seelie lay strewn about, discarded for the most part. The scent is overwhelming and in the distance was that something scurrying to hide? Standing still, she waits for the swarm of smaller (insignificant) creatures to surround her with their freshly dyed caps of red. Even in the dark, they were easy targets for her to find as she moves swiftly from each goblin, twisting her body to avoid their axes and bringing their own corpses down with ferocity normally kept in check. ]

      🌟 LET'S GO WILD.
[ Anything else you have in mind. Cliff notes: vampire, pretty powerful entity, enjoys the night and resists the urge to drink blood through redirecting her own power to limit herself. She's kind of a whimsy little thing depending on who she speaks with so there's that to keep in mind. ]

you're being subjected to the other one because he's the only one dumb enough

[justiceally]

[The number of bodies is staggering, it's the first battle he's ever really seen, and it's shocking - horrifying. Tatsumi makes his way through the battlefield, desperately shaking any bodies which seem as if they have any chance of having survived. But too many are so torn that he has to look away as he simply passes by. Spotting a flurry of movement grabs his attention immediately, and he takes off running towards it, without a thought as to danger. When he realises it's more death, he immediately shouts, waving both arms, even as he runs.]

Hey, stop!! What the hell are you doing?!

jaina proudmoore ❅ warcraft ❅ unseelie

[crymoore]

      ❅ ARRIVAL.
[ The feast, while generous, does nothing for the appetite of this sorceress. The tides of war ought to wash over the lands of this world and drown all those foolish enough to engage in combat while leaving the rest of them out of it. If it were that simple, she may have orchestrated the waves herself and guide them just so she could return to Azeroth sooner. There were things that needed doing there, allegiances that needed dismantling and blood to spill in retribution of those lost. ]

From one war to the next. You think the higher powers would acknowledge I grow weary of this. [ An idle complaint spoken out loud, it's one shared by many brought here, she's sure. ]

I have no appetite. Guide me to a place where I may gather my thoughts in peace, if you will.

      ❅ THE BARREL.
[ Coffee isn't her favorite thing to drink, but the beverage is a reminder of home. Having conjured pastries and her favorite cookies to share with others, she sits at a table near a window. Why she would when the wind outside is fierce and snow piles up at the edges is unknown, as it undoubtedly can be felt through the glass. Winter has always left her longing with what if's, but now she thinks of the southwestern part of Northrend more than Icecrown Citadel itself. This isn't the first time she's away from someone she cares for and it won't be the last, seeing as her responsibilities have grown tenfold since the fall of Theramore. Still, she can't help but eye the weather suspiciously, as if waiting for bad news to reach her ears all the way out in this neutral crossroads of the courts.

Those who have no interest in the war come here to gather or so she's been told. While she's been bloodthirsty as of late, her anger is directed at a single being more than an entire faction... and it would be so very childish to unload her feelings here on unsuspecting parties. Perhaps she can find something or someone of mutual interest here in between sips of a familiar brew. ]

      ❅ HIT ME UP WITH ANYTHING.
[ I went with the latest canon point with her, but I'm waffling on earlier ones so if you want to do something with that just specify that in your prompt. ]

The Barrel

[ninjasin]

[The door suddenly opened to let a great gust of chilly air in, blowing around the literature, and a waif of a girl. The pieces of mismatched clothing she had on were soaked and she shivered as she pushed the door closed.

Turning to look the coffee shop over, Kara's eyes darted about half-scared and she lifted her head a bit... like she was taking in the scent of something. She was cold, wet and hungry and this was the first place she'd seen since since the moon's call had let her go.

After a moment of hovering by the door, Kara chose a seat close to the fire. With as little as she was wearing (which obviously looked pieced together from someone's clothesline) in comparison to the weather outside, the girl should have been a Popsicle, yet her skin still held that rosy vibrant color and not the pale clammy look one would expect.

Shoulders hunched forward, Kara kept glancing at the woman by the window while she warmed her hands, her legs bouncing to help warm her shoeless feet.]

asami sato | mid-s1 korra send help | unseelie

[riches]

[ It helps to investigate all the new and varied technology in the Station after she wakes up there. She hears there's a feast going on that night but instead Asami arrives within the fairy-ring of a much sleeker building than she's accustomed to seeing and forgets where she is while being shown the laptops, televisions and iPads (adopting one of the latter that she keeps under an arm, oops). There's so much to learn that for a few precious hours the sight of the underground factory slips to the wayside and Hiroshi's stunned, electrified features dissolve behind incredible touch-screens and brilliant technological advances. She even goes on the lockets to send out a brief message on the moover!setting: Hi! My name's Asami. I'm going to be at the Station if anyone is here who knows me, I just arrived. Despite the manner in which the imps dragged her into the Drabwurld, the strange wonders in it make up for such treatment and her broadcast is a mostly cheerful one, if disorientated. Only when she walks out onto the patio with her iPad, closing it down in the still night air, does she take a deep breath and look out over the woodlands ahead. Homesick, she wants her father more than anything, but therein lies the rub.

Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, she calls over a shoulder while hitching a smile into place. Probably one of her new friends that taught her how to use all the gadgets lying around, she assumes. ]

So! Where can a girl bed down for the night around here, anyway?

gently screams

[bolincredible]

[ Some people probably would have just spammed her locket with the boundless enthusiasm of a proper Bolin. Actually, he really thought about doing that. But she definitely said "going to be at the Station if anyone is here who knows me," and that obviously means just hop a fairy ring with Pabu and do some boundlessly enthusiastic running to meet her as such.

People never turn up at the feasts when he's there anymore, honestly.

So she turns, annnnd she speaks words, which all really just confirms he's not running up to the wrong person (wow, wouldn't that be embarrassing). So nah he's keeping right on track with his arms outstretched, because he's gunning for the hug. ]

Asami! Hey!

Sua Nudimmud | Native OC

[wholesail]

Treun

[Treun is Sua's third home - a familiar one, that allows her no small amount of familiarity. She knows the marketplace like the back of her hand, greeting owners of stalls with a booming voice and broad grin. It continues until she finds her favourite food vendor - an older gentleman with a shardbearer ancestor who makes a soup of stewed goat, spices so fresh that Sua can't believe she isn't providing them, and lentils.

Sitting herself on a nearby stool and wood table, she enjoys the meal by herself, more than happy to sit and watch the world go by.]

Mair

[River ports aren't Sua's usual routes, but the trading company's board had insisted she go and see what changes were overtaking the city. So, with her crew on shore leave, Sua had taken it upon herself to join one of her company's river crews and sail up.

Taking her time to walk the city, Sua notes that enough faces are the same for the change of leadership to probably not be an issue. Probably. This sort of analysis is beyond her, and is a task better suited for her older brother.

But for now, she'll to as asked, and keep moving along, her coat billowing out after her in the cool fall air.]