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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Aang | Avatar the Last Airbender | Seelie

[airbender]

They ask him to save them, the little fairies of the Draubwurld, and he can do that. He wants to do that. He wants to do that so much more than anything that's facing him at home (more than he wants to fight the Firelord: to kill him, like everyone keeps telling him to.)

Which is how Aang finds himself zooming through Caer Glaem on a madly whirling ball of air, up the walls and across the ceiling and then back onto the floor where he will, whooping and laughing and free from the burden he'd felt crushing him ever since waking up on that disguised Fire Navy ship. (Ever since the monks called him away from his play and told him just what he was.) He should feel guilty - it's likely that he will, later, when he's trying to fall asleep - but for now he runs. And laughs. And lives.

... And crashes. "Whoa-- whoa, look out!!" he hollers as he turns a corner too fast and smacks straight into whatever poor soul was trying to make it into or out of the dining hall.

[sangilak]

It's just lucky — perhaps — for the both of them that Korra is extremely good at what she does. She only needs a few seconds' warning before using her airbending to quickly dodge out of the way of the zooming Aang, and she tucked herself into a roll that stopped her a few feet from the crash site. With a shake of her head, Korra pressed her elbows into the stone floor beneath her in an attempt to push herself up onto her hands.

When she spotted the wreckage, her first thought is that it's Meelo, finally come to join his sister in the Drabwurld. Dusting herself off, Korra called out to the airbender before she stepped forward and reached a hand out to help them up.

Then she sees the flash of blue arrows, and a familiar face that she could never forget; her eyes widen.

This isn't Meelo.

"Uhhh..."

[airbender]

Aang might have been going at nearly top speed, but there are still some things he just doesn't miss. He scarcely takes the time to let his vision stop spinning from his unceremonious switch from flying through the hall to kissing the floor, instead wrapping his fingers around her proffered arm.

He doesn't lean his weight on her for leverage to stand though, rather habit makes him bend the air at his back and lift himself up off the ground and back onto his feet while simultaneously blowing his clothes back into proper order. He regards her with eyes widened by wonder.

"That was airbending! You were airbending!"

He means sorry.

[sangilak]

Korra's shoulders immediately tensed as she tried to figure out the best way to navigate this situation, even though it wasn't exactly new. Think Korra, think think think. It's Aang and he obviously doesn't remember from the last time he was here so you're going to have to go over the whole thing again and it'll be heartbreaking for the both of them, but... you can do this, Korra!

( She really would have rather this happen later, when she could pull Aang aside and explain the situation in a more subdued environment. She made the mistake of telling Jinora to be careful talking about who and what she was when Zuko was around, and she regrets it every day. It won't happen again. )

Still, she has to be mindful of how she explained this because after all, Aang didn't take it too well last time.

"Yeah, I was." Okay, good start; keep going. "It was probably better than waterbending at you and freezing you in a block of ice."

Haha... ha... ha..........

[atoned]

Zuko's not a stranger to being randomly knocked from his feet. Toph had thrown a boulder at him on national network television to which no one seemed to bat an eyelash. Being hit by a ball of air while in the enemy territory is nothing in comparison.

Maybe he should know who it is simply due to his poor steering. He hadn't been a stranger to seeing Aang's own air balls, either. But it never occurs to him one of his closest friends will appear in the Drabwurld, not after Toph had seemingly left without so much as a goodbye — he still believes it to be a punishment for having failed his mission as High-Queen Morla's chosen champion, but the imps, and some of his newfound friends, had encouraged him to drop such a toxic thought and bury it within the earth of the metalbender's element — and luck had never been on Zuko's side. After all, he wasn't the lucky sibling.

Knocked from his feet, Zuko glances up at the perpetrator with an angry crease drawing his brows and a scowl on his lips. Even on his elbows, he's ready to send a burst of flame toward whoever it happened to be — fairy or Seelie soldier — when his entire face brightens up into a smile. "Aang!"

[airbender]

"Zuko! I can explain!" Aang sheepishly untangles their legs and airbends himself back into a standing position. He fully expected Zuko to be there to yell at him for slacking off and trying to run away again with the comet all of two days away, but instead he's... smiling?

Uh oh. He hasn't seen Zuko smile for days, not over anything. Highly suspicious. "Did I hit you in the head?" He reaches down to help his friend up off the ground, squinting and staring Zuko right in the eyes to make sure he's still focusing correctly. "How are you feeling?"

[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.