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!

Comments

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[fiddles]

Brutality has it's place in the range. It's a crude form, perhaps, but the coliseum and fighting arenas have their places as well. One could even say the grace of a hunting lion or the raw strength of a bear is beautiful. Beauty has no need to be kind.

[It's such a pity, really. She's already pouring herself another round.]

As for your question, haven't you seen another human being? Or even yourself, really.

[cagedinflesh]

[Ah, the coliseum, he would have very much liked to see that. Or even participate.]

What do you mean by that?

[It's a suspicious tone. It isn't the beauty of any sort of sexual partner that interests him. Though it could be argued defiling something beautiful is all the more appealing, whether in the sense of sex or violence. Anything he does, he does only for the act. While the idea of being considered beautiful raises a peculiar disdain within him.]

[fiddles]

I'm not merely talking about pleasures of the flesh.

[Ah...such, such a pity. Saber loved sexual relations, even her manner of dress should make that obvious. This time she wasn't thinking about it. There was a reason why the Greek and Romans loved the human form. It should be obvious but she's not upset. She's used to explaining her genius, her insight.]

I shall try to be brief.

She raises a hand away from her glass and looks at it. She opens and then closes it.] Look at your hand. You have fingers, a thumb... if you didn't these, would you be able to crush that creature so easily? A wild beast wouldn't be able to. Without human hands you would have no wine to be defiled. Do you see?

[cagedinflesh]

[Well, he does like that explanation better than his original conclusion. But still, a wild beast is what he is. Hyde loves his form under Mad Enhancement and his Noble Phantasm, when he may as well be a beast. He loves to be able to tear into something, or someone, with his own hands and teeth. It's all the more exhilarating. But she couldn't know anything of it, she hasn't seen it, or experienced it for herself. And so his reply is a grunt.]

I suppose. But then a beast would use another method.

[fiddles]

[How barbaric... but really, she couldn't say she hadn't done such things herself in her own way. She would never talk about her second marriage, how that had ended badly. How irrational her anger was. How it couldn't be sated. And her sorrow afterwards.

No. She would not speak of such things and if she did, she would blame a sickness of the brain rather than her own will.]

What class of Servant are you?

I need to make myself icons WEEPS

[cagedinflesh]

[So long as she doesn't express such remorse and excuses, at least it's relatively unlikely his rage will turn on her. But there is nothing he hates more than covering up what he considers simple human nature.]

Berserker. And yourself?

[The answer comes somewhat reluctantly, but in the end, what's the harm.]

[fiddles]

Saber, of course.

[It is the best class, suitable for a Roman Emperor.] My blade is the finest instrument, even the muses are in envy of it.

[cagedinflesh]

[He pauses to regard Saber carefully. There's a similar look to her, one much like the Saber he met, but unless he was mistaken, that one was a man. He can't recall details like clothing, even the face is a hazy memory, but that Saber's voice was deeper, wasn't it? And he must have been taller. Berserker's brow furrows as he tries to recall, but it's so hard to take in information under the influence of the Mad Enhancement.]

...Does the name Reiroukan mean anything to you? A child?

[fiddles]

[It wasn't hard to believe that a Berserker would act like this, that he would think she was someone else. She simply takes a drink and shakes her head.]

No, it doesn't. There must be a few other different Sabers running around--none as grand as I but other examples of the class nonetheless. I even met a couple of different Berserkers myself.

[cagedinflesh]

[He shakes his head.]

A future war, then.

[If there are others, evidently his Master doesn't end up succeeding in that foolish goal of stopping the Grail War. That's good. He smiles in satisfaction with that assumed knowledge.]

No, indeed it's impossible you should be that Saber, that one would have prevented harm to come to anything. In fact, should a Saber not be full of honour? What is a woman so disaffected doing in such a class?

[Being purposefully antagonistic is the right course of action.]

[fiddles]

[Should she tell him? Nah.]

Why am I a Saber?

[She sets down her glass. Full of honour? She had pride. She had values. She loved her people--her city. Her empire. She was no hero, Saber would readily attest to that, but she was certainly worthy of being summoned.]

No other class would do for a proper emperor. [She lets that slip but does it really matter since this man was a Berserker? He probably wouldn't even remember this conversation in a few moments.] I'm not foolish enough to call myself a hero but when it comes to my skills, the regal Saber class is the only one that suits me.

[If she's honest, she's more suitable for being a Rider but she'd never admit it.]

[cagedinflesh]

A female emperor. Which?

[He asks it bluntly, as there's no point in being subtle. If she's going to answer honestly or not, she'll take the same course of action no matter how he poses the question.]

[fiddles]

[There are only a couple of female emperors known to history. Empress, certainly. She gives a shrug.]

I dressed as a man for most of my life, that is how history remembered me.

[She takes another drink of wine. What does it matter if some Berserker knew her name? Her praetor wasn't here and their opinion of her was the only reason she hid her name to begin with.]

Nero.

[cagedinflesh]

[Quit looking down on Berserkers?! They are a fine class.]

Hm. [He's surprised to hear it, but it doesn't show at all.] I would never have guessed Nero was a woman. You did well.

[Both in hiding it, and being a fine example of a tyrant.]

[fiddles]

[A slight shrug as she continues drinking.]

Some women might have found it annoying but I rather liked the style of dress.

[Admittedly, the Roman people wouldn't have been fond of a woman ruling them so it made it a necessity but at least she enjoyed the act.]

[cagedinflesh]

The styles were not alltogether terribly different, if historians are correct. You fooled them so easily?

[fiddles]

Indeed.

[cagedinflesh]

[That sure was a simple answer. But it amuses him - he laughs.]

I suppose the people of your time were not exactly geniuses.

[fiddles]

I was simply ahead for my time.

[She loved her people, even after all these years... it wasn't their fault they never did understand her.]

[freedomofsoul]

Aren't we all. And even still, in the modern age.

[Servants? Hedonist types? Well, it's both, really.]

[fiddles]

Such is the way of things.

[Artists are always misunderstood... Hold on.]

What of you? I doubt I have to explain why my views may have chafed many.