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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[empireofrats]

[While The Outsider may frighten many, children, adults, he does not frighten Emily so much as he intrigues her. He is the embodiment of everything she has fancied in the attempt to ignore the deteriorating Dunwall, the plague, her mother's death. Magic and seafaring and a hidden, secret place. The Outsider has never harmed her, and even though his black eyes are empty pits, she is youthfully innocent enough to be able to feel the pain inside of him by merely giving him a glance. A pain because of the whales. It's an intuition not many possessed because The Outsider rarely visits many children.] This place is sick like Dunwall. It doesn't look it yet, but I can tell.

We'll make it better, and then we can go home. [Because for the moment, she does, she wants to go home. Even to Dunwall, the rotting city. But if she stays here for very long, maybe she will change her mind. Maybe. The magic, like in the stories, and perhaps some sea riding like Corvo did. Some fighting.

She reaches out, undisturbed, and places a hand on one of The Outsider's own. She has never touched him before, and it's both a relief and odd to feel him whole and solid like herself.] You'll help, right? I'll ask them, as Lady Emily. If we help fix this, they'll let you go back to the place with the whales.

SOBBING ;~; so cute

[extramural]

[ He's found a strange sort of friendship (and not the twisted mockery of the thing he shared with Daud, with Corvo, with his other Marked back in Dunwall) with other young ladies of the Drabwurld. Emily is of his world, though, is far more innocent than the others. It's enough to make something like a smile crease his face, and he turns his hand over to gently grasp hers. ]

You have been through much, Lady Emily. [ And yet she still believes that they can ask, that they can help fix it, and that it will be that simple. It's- almost endearing. ] The illness in this world is stronger, deeper, and older than that in Dunwall. It will take much, perhaps more than our requests. But- [ and his voice pitches lower, a whisper that's like a soft sea breeze, meant to linger ] there are others who do not want to fight, who would help this place and seek to return home. [ And some, like him, will continue to also help their respective courts -- them out of fear, out of odd loyalty, and him because it plants the seeds of chaos and he wants to see what happens. ]

The 'place with the whales' is called the Void, Emily -- and I am the Outsider. Have you heard of either? If you have, then you may know just what sort power this place and the rulers of the courts hold.

so cute until high chaos and then terrifying

[empireofrats]

The Void. [Said like she is trying it on her tongue. She had never heard of The Void, but only because no one she knows has seen it like she has aside from Corvo, and Corvo will not even humor her with talk of it. She's not exactly sure why. She wants to talk to someone about it because it's different, magical.

But The Outsider--that she has heard of, yes. There's a lot of people who talk about The Outsider in Dunwall. There's a lot of people who want to meet him, who think he will help, and others still, she knows, who want him destroyed. She doesn't think he is so bad. He calls her Lady Emily and holds her hand. He doesn't give her the plague or try to kidnap her, and he hasn't murdered her mother. (Right?)] I've heard of you. Corvo knows you, too, doesn't he? He won't talk about it. [For good reason.]

Are you going to help them, the people who rule the fairies? Or-- [She bunches her face, trying to think of what the fairies told her.] The imps. Are you helping the people who rule the imps? [You're on the imp side, aren't you, Mister Outsider? :'(]

ahahaha and of course he's from the high chaos end

[extramural]

He does, yes. Your mother, too; we never spoke like this, but she would speak to me.

[ He lifts her hand, presses a kiss to it like the most gentle courtly official.

And yes. He's on the imp side. ]

I help at times, yes. But I am far more interested in the others in this world, those apart from the Courts who are finding that the war does more harm than anything else. There are many choices in this world, Lady Emily; I would look for one other than what has been shoved before everyone they bring to this place.

[ He has fought. He does not like it, though he knows he will have to continue doing it. He cannot be as impartial in this world, cannot simply sit back and watch. But he has done a great deal of research, and there are whispers of other ways out of the world. ]

oh my god

[empireofrats]

[Oh. Oh. If her mother spoke to the Outsider, then he couldn't be that bad, right? Her mother was very smart and very kind, and if she spoke to him there has to be a very good reason.

Gently and politely, she takes her hand back after, looking at it curiously. The kiss makes it feel as if she has stuck it down into the cold sea, letting waves rush up on it and then recede away while tickling her with foam. She makes a fist briefly, then flexes the hand open again, and the sensation disappears. She smiles. It was different, but not scary.

Her attention returns to the Outsider's face.] The men in Dunwall, too. [Her voice is solemn, maybe a bit disappointed.] The ones we thought were our friends. They were acting strange, but Corvo trusted them, so I thought it was okay.

We should be careful.

y u p. high chaos but daud lives.

[extramural]

[ He had rather liked Jessamine Kaldwin; she was not one of his Marked, but she was interesting, as people in power went. Emily had that potential in her; it was why he had appeared to her before, in her dreams. ]

The Loyalists. [ He practically spits the word, something like harsh waves and battering winds in his words. ] Greedy men that wanted power more than anything. All will be well, Emily; they will not win, back in Dunwall.

[ There is a universe, he knows, where Emily falls off the building and dies as they did -- but the Loyalists still don't win, so it's not a lie. ]

[empireofrats]

[She doesn't know yet what may become of anything, of her, of Corvo, of Dunwall. She doesn't know if Corvo is still alive even, if her will be venturing to save her a second time, or if she shall be imprisoned for eternity, or released and put on the thrown as a puppet.

But the smile that tips the very edge of her lips is actually not a nice and happy smile at all. It's a pleased smile. A knowing smile. Even if her Corvo didn't spill much blood, he reeked of death. Even if her Corvo was strangely sympathetic under the hunt of revenge, there was still revenge. A hint of chaos lies in the depths of her heart, like the pit in a sweet peach.

So she smiles, barely, when the Outsider tells her that the evil men will not win.] I know. [No matter what, it's reassuring. No matter if she lives or dies, or if Corvo lives or dies, those who betrayed them will be punished.]

They certainly won't.