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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[wipedclean]

[It's a strange way to describe it, but he can't deny it's... as close to the truth as you can get without actually directly describing it. His brow furrows and he nods as his fist flexes against the arm.]

...yes.

[mines_bigger]

[Aeler's eyes seem to gleam for a moment like a predator's in the dark, the light that brings not hope, but despair. He remembers the puncture of the hound's teeth in his forearm, remembers the tearing, rending pain of ripped muscle. His breath trickles out, one puff at a time, his gaze unchanging.]

The trick of it is, [His voice is soft, barely audible,] Finding the right master.

[wipedclean]

[His eyes flicker over the stranger's face, uncertain how to take this advice, or the man offering it. He wasn't trained for social interaction. It was completely unnecessary. Irrelevant. So reading this man's intentions is impossible.]

I don't want one.

[But the thought comes unbidden: what if he can't function without one? It hasn't been long since HYDRA, after all, and he's still as lost as ever. What if he's as useless without a master as his arm is right now?]

[mines_bigger]

[Aeler laughed at this, short and sharp.]

You may not want one, but you will always have one, one way or another. No one is ever truly free.

[wipedclean]

[He scowls in return. He doesn't like this, but it's too close to his own (admittedly scattered) thoughts for him to dismiss entirely.

He can't even respond to it properly. He doesn't remember ever being free, so he can't argue for it. He doesn't even know what freedom really is.

So he says nothing, his gaze shifting away.]

[mines_bigger]

[The laughter's died down so Aeler merely snorts, eyeing the other man.]

It won't go away just because you ignore it.

[wipedclean]

[His gaze travels around the room, noting each guest and their threat level, a small voice reminding him that the way he measures "threat" might not be sufficient here. He marks each exit again before his gaze finally comes back to the stranger.

He doesn't know how to put words to his uncertainty, or ask the question half-formed in his head. Because all he can think is maybe he's right.

Not that it matters. He won't be very efficient without use of his arm. He hefts it again, attempting to put as little unnecessary strain on his muscles as possible, and once again doesn't answer.]

[mines_bigger]

[Aeler watches the other man watch the rest of the crowd, knowing that look of sizing up a crowd. His mouth twists.]

Well, at least you were trained well. And, if you'll excuse me, I have far more wine to drink in company far more prettier than you. [Aeler steps back and bows, the movement undeniably mocking, and as he straightens, catches the gaze of a striking, red-headed woman. Without another word, he turns away and heads over to her, striding away from the silent man.]

[wipedclean]

[He watches him go, and makes no effort to stop him. He's a little relieved, to be honest, because the things the stranger was saying weren't helping.

Whether or not he needed a master to function properly, he wanted... he wanted to figure out what freedom was like first. If it was possible. If he could do more than just follow orders.

So he watches the man go.

Maybe he should've tried to get his name.

...it was probably irrelevant.]