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

[aureinsof]

[Emil - or rather the Other Emil or Ratatosk Mode or whatever the hell they want to call him today - didn't want to be here. And he definitely didn't want to be addressed by this weakling. He deals with one enough! He doesn't need two.]

Stop looking at me like you're going to cry. You're the one who broke whatever it is. You think that's my problem? Just put it near someone else and say they broke it, unless you're too much of a coward to do even that.

[depicted]

[While Dorian can take being rebuffed, and indeed has, Ratatosk has the roughness of the lower classes. It startles Dorian more than the content of the reply, and certainly enough to shake him out of his anxiety and make him bristle with all the wounded indignation of an eighteen year old.] My apologies for attempting to infringe on your courtesy; I hadn't realized you were so lacking.

[aureinsof]

[He puts a hand on his hip, shifting his weight to one foot. This cowardly boy was actually trying to talk down on him, huh? He had some guts after all. He just had them at the wrong person.]

You wanna tell me what I'm so 'lacking' in before I decide to pulverize that pretty face into dust?

[depicted]

[Dorian's shoulders square. HE WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED BY THIS RUDE, VULGAR BOY!]

Listening, it would seem: you are lacking in courtesy, sir, or else you have shown known.

[aureinsof]

Courtesy? You're reminding me of that damn pathetic fool the more you talk.

[Maybe he was just more on edge than usual. Even he knew that. In some strange land, without Marta or Tenebrae, he was stuck with his weak other half again in some mess that was probably his fault. Now who would look after Marta? He didn't give a damn about any of the promises these people made. Promises meant nothing from greedy bastards.

And now, on top of everything, he had this guy trying to be some noble idiot.]

If you want to know what I think of your courtesy then let me fix that broken whatever it is for you.

[depicted]

[It totally sweeps the feet from right out under him.] W-what? Truly? I—of course! [Gratefully, Dorian hands him the tablet.]

[aureinsof]

[He smiles, accepting it.]

There's a saying. Don't fix what's not broken. So what do you do if it's broken?

[He sets it down on the table, then pulls out his sword and slams it down through the screen, sparks and microchip parts flying.]

[depicted]

[HE GASPS.

HE JUST.

GASPS.

WHAT THE HELL


WHAT. THE. HELL.]

[aureinsof]

[What a priceless face. It was totally worth putting up with this idiot. He pulls the sword out and shoves it back in the sheath. Then he tosses the now very broken and battered tablet to Dorian, smirk on his face.]

Here. Now you can say a horse trampled it while you were riding in a carriage. Something like that. More acceptable for someone as classy as you, right?

[depicted]

[FORGIVE HIM HIS SHOCK, HE ISN'T USED TO TOTAL SHITHEADS.





Well, he's used to subtler shitheads, anyway.]

Why—why would you do that? What kind of villain are you?

[aureinsof]

[This is really the funniest thing that's happened in a while. Yeah, he really should knock it off but how can he stop taunting this wimp now?]

Heh. I think that's the most trivial thing I've been called a villain for. What sort of fool are you?

[depicted]

[a babby attempts to be bold]

Your—your baseness is audible even in how you talk.

[aureinsof]

[Emil leans on the table, smirking.]

Are you afraid of the commoners? What a fool. Commoners are where common sense come from. It's you that's lacking. But you know that right?

[depicted]

I am not afraid at all! And I am not lacking.

[aureinsof]

[Good because Emil is going to get in his face.]

You sure about that? You look empty to me.

[depicted]

[He can't help but lean back, but he frowns at this.] Then you ought to look again. Perhaps get your vision checked? I've heard red irises can be badly affected by light.

[aureinsof]

I can make them green if you're so concerned but you should be more worried about that shell you're living in.

[depicted]

[Dorian takes a step back.] Are—are you threatening me? [because what the hell is that supposed to mean]

[aureinsof]

And if I was? What would you do about it?

[depicted]

[Without conscious thought to support him, Dorian's feet shift. He has an instinct for digging his heels in, and for all the trembling at the line of his shoulders, there is anger in it, too.] I would—I would strongly object. By whatever means necessary.

[aureinsof]

[He can't help chuckling.] Strongly object? I wouldn't even need to draw my sword to beat you. But I wasn't threatening you, you fool. I was saying your soul is lacking.

[depicted]

What? What do you mean?

[aureinsof]

If I have to spell it out for you, then you're even more pathetic than I thought. Whatever the hell you did to yourself made you less than human. I'm impressed.

[depicted]

'Less than'—I'm not less than human, I am as human as anyone he—[uh]—as any . . . other human. I'd never even encountered anything strange or unusual until I came here. There isn't a thing wrong with me.

[aureinsof]

Whatever you say. It's none of my business what happens to you.