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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the very first test drive meme for Abraxas! This meme is run a little bit differently than most in that you'll be asked to choose one of the two different arrival scenarios below for your character to take. If you have any questions about this mechanic or anything else related to the TDM, please take a look at the questions below or ask one of your own here. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.

Arrival

You awaken suspended in the abyss, silent darkness stretching out in all directions. If you try to yell, you'll find that the sound doesn't carry. If you try to move, you'll find it's impossible to tell whether or not you're actually getting anywhere. If you reach for an item you were carrying last time you remember being awake, your hand will only touch bare skin.

You're naked and floating helplessly through the void, and what little air you have in your lungs is running out.

There's a pinprick of light that almost looks like a faraway star but as it grows it becomes clear that it's actually quite close. Through the opening you can see a bright room, but it's hard to make out any individual objects, as if you're looking from beneath rippling water.

A hand plunges through and you realize water is just what it is. Whether you take hold of the hand or not it will grab you and yank you up through the surface, lifting you out until you're sprawled on solid ground. Once you catch your breath, you can get a better look at the surroundings: tall trees and even taller stone pillars surround the platform you're laying on. Behind you is an ornate fountain, the base of which is so deep and so dark you might be compelled to scramble away from it lest it suck you back in to that endless abyss. Ahead of you are the walls of a large castle with several tall towers reaching up towards the sky.

If you had any powers, they feel unusually weak. Attempts to use magic or enhanced strength or powers of any sort fizzle out without any effect, but they don't feel completely gone, either.

Set into an indent on a marble slab behind the fountain is a card baring the image of one of the arcana.

An apprentice mage - the one whose hand lifted you out of the fountain - brushes the water off on their robes and runs back to join a group of three others, who all stare intently at a mage with highly decorated robes and a large, heavy book. He peers up at you for a moment and starts flipping through the book.

"I beg your pardon," he says, so absorbed in the pages of the book that he doesn't bother to look up, "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. One of my apprentices will explain everything in a moment, but please refrain from yelling and thrashing about until then. You're quite alright, and screaming gives me a hell of a headache."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the heavy tome, until he stops on one specific page, stares at it for a moment, and then exclaims:

"Aha!"

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

Ambrose's expression brightens, eyes twinkling with delight. He waves one of the apprentices over with a fine silk tunic, pants, and some basic sandals and with a wave of his hand they reshape to fit you perfectly.

"Success! It's a success!" he exclaims, slamming the book shut and scurrying towards you.

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem quite relieved at his jovial outburst, and the one that handed you the tunic stops to take the tarot card down from the marble slab. If you show any curiosity about the card, they'll let you take a longer look, but won't let you touch it.

"Please, come with me, you're an honored guest here," he says, motioning for you to follow him towards the castle, "As promised, my pupils will explain your current situation. And, ah - if you had any magic of your own, or other special abilities you can't access right now, fear not, they'll return within the week. The summoning takes a lot out of you."

One of the apprentices steps forward and rattles on and on about the castle, Thorne itself, the names of a bunch of royals and nobles, and of course, your reason for being here. The Kingdom and the world itself is in great peril, and tales of your exploits have reached far and wide across universes. If asked about these exploits, the apprentice will simply smile and shrug. The High Mage was happy to see you and that's good enough.

Once inside the castle you're taken to the North Wing, which has been set up as living quarters for you and your fellow newcomers. There are four people to a room, but each generously-sized bed has opaque curtains that can be drawn around it. You can meet your roommates here and discuss your shared situation (everyone appears to have arrived within the last few days), or you can wander around and meet the others.

There's also a dining hall stocked with all sorts of fancy food to meet every possible dietary need, and a library filled with epic tales and legends and the history of Thorne. Given that this is the Thorne library, it may be a biased account that makes the Kingdom look a fair bit better than the rest of the world sees them. Last but not least, there's a study hall where a few junior mages (younger and less experienced than the apprentices from earlier) might be willing to teach you some simple elemental magic. Think holding a small flame in the palm of your hand, or blowing a door shut with a gust of wind.

You may also notice that your sign is embroidered on your tunic: the same image you saw on the card from before with the name of the sign itself beneath it. If you ask the castle residents, they'll tell you a little bit about your sign (and will mostly stick to the positives, although some might point out the negatives).

Last (and, if you ask anyone else in the castle, least) there is a worn stone staircase leading underground to the dungeon. You can go there, if you wish, but all powers are restricted in the dungeons and spending too much time with the prisoners will lead to some suspicion being cast upon you. If you ask anyone why the prisoners are being held there, you'll be told that they pose a great threat to the Kingdom (and, by extension, the entire world).

Scenario Two: Imprisoned

The High Mage scowls, grinding his teeth as he slams the book shut. "Another failure!" he barks at the apprentices, "You lot wouldn't know your ass from a hole in the ground, would you?"

All four of them lower their heads, and two of them mumble an apology that Ambrose either doesn't hear or refuses to acknowledge. "Well, don't just stand there," he says, waving a hand in the air, "We've put all this effort into getting this wretched creature, we may as well put it to good use."

One of the apprentices drops a baggy, rough-feeling tunic, a pair of pants, and some worn sandals in your lap and glares down at you until you put them on (if you refuse, they'll tell you they can kick you back down that well if you don't want to cooperate). They're glaring at the High Mage as much as they're glaring at you (when they're sure he isn't looking, anyway). You might catch one of them long enough to ask them why they're so upset with you, but all they'll say is that the High Mage knows something they don't, and he's awfully upset about it.

Once you're fully clothed, another apprentice clamps some heavy iron shackles around your wrists and leads you on. The High Mage is far ahead of you already, muttering some long string of Thornean curses before he stands up straight and pauses, spinning to face you.

"One more thing," he says, holding one hand in the air and chanting something under his breath, "Can't have you getting too troublesome."

If you had powers, the slight connection you still had to them slips away completely and you're left with nothing as the four apprentices drag you towards the castle. They may answer a few of your questions (with some insults and curses peppered in), but they won't tell you anything important.

Once you arrive at the castle you're brought to the dungeons and thrown into a locked cell. There are four people to a cell, and two sets of bunk beds with a thin and lumpy straw mattress. If you're over six feet tall, these beds are going to be awfully uncomfortable. You might as well meet your roommates. Once per day you're dragged out to an enclosed courtyard for one hour of recreation (with some crude weights, benches, and balls lying around but not much else), where you can meet the rest of the prisoners, but you can also talk to your immediate neighbors in the cells on either side and across the hallway. Just don't yell too much or the guards will snap at you to be quiet.

Everyone in the dungeon is fed one meal a day, and for a prison meal it's decent: a bit of meat, a bun, and a salad. It would seem that the Thornean chefs take too much pride in their craft to send bad food to the dungeons. The meals are all served in equal portions, though, so the smaller prisoners may be overfed and the larger ones may be getting hungry. Feel free to fight for food or share with your cellmates.

Crudely embroidered on the back of every prison tunic is the same image that was on your card and the name of the sign beneath it. A guard may explain a bit about the sign, and tell you some negative stereotypes they hold about yours.

You may be blessed with a visit from one of the more welcomed newcomers, and they may sneak you some extra food or a small book to read or they may share some of the information they've gathered. However, rumors travel fast and some people believe the honored guests in the castle above are somehow responsible for the lot of the prisoners below. And although you may hope for kindness, there's nothing stopping them from being cruel to you if they wish. The guards will certainly turn a blind eye if one of them wishes to take out their frustrations on you.




Questions


How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Whether your character is honored or imprisoned has nothing to do with their personal morality, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into either situation.

Can I try out both scenarios?
You can! But please keep in mind that only the one you eventually choose can be game canon, if you decide to keep any of your TDM threads.

What happens if my character refuses to comply with Ambrose?
Prisoners will be dragged against their will. Honored guests will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and Ambrose and the apprentice mages will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, Ambrose will warn them once that he's willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight he will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the castle, murdering the castle staff, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other staff would be thrown back in the well (which will mean drowning in the void, not returning home). Brawling with other PCs and causing minor damage is fine and will be greeted with a cranky attitude (if they are an honored guest) or a punishment like denial of food or temporary solitary confinement (if they are a prisoner), and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Thorneans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

Ambrose will take it especially personally, as this experiment was his idea and too much trouble would risk the summoning spell being scrapped and potentially result in him being demoted. Rest assured it does not take much for him to throw someone back in the well at this point in time.

Is the power loss for the prisoners permanent?
No, although honored guests will regain their powers first due to the lack of interference from Ambrose, the prisoners will be able to regain theirs soon enough as well.

Can the prisoners talk about anything private, or will they be overheard at all times?
There are guards patrolling the dungeon, but they aren't always within earshot. Most of the attention is being focused on the new guests, so the prisoners will have some opportunities for privacy.

Can my character leave the castle?
For now they will be prevented from leaving the castle, even if they are an honored guest. A bit of a gilded cage, isn't it? They'll also find that any powers they regain cease to work outside of the castle walls (this is also a temporary effect) so flying outside is not an option.

Can my character eventually side against Thorne if I choose to make them an honored guest/can they side with Thorne if I choose to imprison them?
Yes, characters in Scenario 1 will be able to betray Thorne, and characters in Scenario 2 can work themselves into Thorne's good graces.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will have a major impact on gameplay throughout the first few months of the game, and potentially a bit beyond that depending on where our players guide the plot. This decision - and every other major decision you make in game! - will also be used to flavor some mod surprises that will be coming down the line.

Don't get too anxious about this choice, though; this is just one choice you'll get to make in a game that has a lot of them, and every character in both scenarios can work their way towards many, many individual goals and outcomes. You're not locking yourself out of anything in the future via the choice you made on the TDM. It will primarily impact the immediate future with the far-reaching effects being up to each player.

Are TDM threads mandatory for my application?
No, you may use other samples, but we encourage you to post to the TDM and get a feel for this game and its mechanics before you join. If you do not have a TDM thread you will still need to choose one of the two scenarios on your application.

What if I haven't settled on a sign yet?
You can ignore sign-related prompts if you're undecided (or try out different signs in different threads).

Can a put a character on the TDM if their canon is less than 30 days old?
Yes. For this app round, anything that's at least 30 days old when the game opens on June 12th can be applied from.

Do the apprentice mages have names?
Their names are Jeffrey, Grigory, Noelle, and Jolene.


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not_caroline: (the fuckn AUDACITY)

Coraline Finch | Changeling: The Lost OC | Imprisoned + Wheel! Of! FORTUUUNE

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-25 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
One Million Years Dungeon
The iron manacles make Coraline shriek, brief but surprised and pained when they're clamped on her wrists, and stay on her despite her panicked yanking - she should be able to escape, nothing should be able to hold her when she doesn't want it-- until the creepy old man in the robes waves his creepy old man hands at her and- she can't feel her Glamour.

"What the fuck?!" But there's not much she can do to resist being picked up by the apprentices and dragged away. "HEY-- I'm not done talking to you!!"

It's quite a sight to watch her get dragged away, screaming bloody murder and demanding release, respect, their heads on a fucking platter, wait until Hunter hears about this, but her impotent rage falls on deaf ears. (Or at least, ones that are very used to this manner of abuse.) Not that it lasts long - the warning about being dunked in the well does earn her silence, at least temporarily. She's volatile, not suicidal.

When she's eventually planted in her jail cell, and the manacles removes, the skin around her wrists is almost completely torn up, almost like mild burns or inflamed scratches rather than simple tightness marks. She doesn't immediately care, rushing back to the bars to grab them, with intent to stick her head through and keep yelling - but again, as soon as she touches them she swears in high-pitched surprise, yanking her hands away like she's been burned. Which, judging by the reddened insides of her hands, may be true.

She can't resist yelling down the hallway after them, though, "Just wait until Slipshod hears about this-- you'll all be dead!!" Her chest and tiny shoulders are heaving, before she turns away from the hall and actually looks at her cell. And possibly cellmate: for a moment when she turns there's a look of fear on her face, but as soon as she makes eye contact she stands up straight, pulling her shoulders back and glaring steadily.

(By some small blessing, her Mask remains in place, and she looks like a young white girl with dark waves around her shoulders, golden-hazel eyes and either a young seventeen or mature fourteen, less than five and a half feet tall. For those who can see through magical illusions, she's inhuman: a plant-like person with curling fronds of Cape sundew leaves for hair and a mouth like a Venus fly trap, fingers and toes stained an unpleasant brown, and the strange, almost sickly-sweet scent of melting rainbow ice cream follows her.)

"...I call top bunk."


Out in the Sun
Coraline's not here to make friends, she's pretty sure. She doesn't want to, at least. She's on edge, and her little frame is wound tight as she patrols the edge of the yard, picking up one of the leathery balls as she passes it and dribbles it as she walks. Her eyes are barely on it, instead watching anyone that might try and approach her with open hostility (that turns, just a little bit, to fear if the person approaching is too distinctly larger than her five-foot-three, eighty-pound frame). But anger protects her, makes her spine stay straight and her the first one to speak so she can feel like she has control of the conversation. "What? There's plenty of other balls around."

Or maybe she's just off in one corner, having propped her ball on top of a heavy dumbell as she stands a few feet away: it's awkwardly balanced, but that's not the point. Coraline's actions are: and they're erratic as shit. Sometimes she'll bend down, scraping the stone and brick walls and floors with her fingers, sometimes dragging her nails along them like she can scrape it off with an irate grunting; or cupping her hands over her face so she can huff long breaths into her hands, literally trying to catch it; or even spitting into her hands, and rubbing them together with a fervor bordering desperation and a muttered "Come on, come on, what the fuck...?" Why isn't this working??

Well, there's always desperate measures. She moves to a patch of courtyard where there's no-one between her and the courtyard wall, and lowers herself down into a sprinter's starting position; then the get-ready pose; and then she launches, sprinting with a surprising turn of speed towards the brick wall someone please stop her.


Lunch time best time
Coraline's pretty small, but she's still a teenager; she can pack away food like no-one's business. Not that she's doing so for a good little while when she gets her food and sits down with it; instead she's taking the time, for once, to actually observe everyone else around her. There are a few weird people, but she can't really get a read on what, exactly, anyone else is. It's weird - it's like she's the only Changeling here.

After a while, though, she eventually starts fiddling with her food. Bread, meat and a salad? Perfect ingredients for a little burger, and she licks off her fingers when she finishes constructing it, more than a little proud of herself. "Still not as good as Pete's place, but I'm not sure anything is," she says, with a little smile - it'd take some noticing to realise it doesn't quite reach her eyes, before she starts eating.
Edited 2021-05-25 05:28 (UTC)
runs: (considering all that)

[personal profile] runs 2021-05-25 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
Some time after lunch time, a small figure wanders through the dungeons, not truly stopping at any of them but peering into every single on, carefully staying away from the iron bars with a dubious glance at them.

To anyone but Coraline, it's a young human girl of perhaps nine with dark hair and dark eyes, wearing the nicer clothes of welcomed guests. ...To Coraline, that's not quite the picture, because she gets the Mien, which has cat ears instead of regular ones, gills on the sides of her neck, thick soft black fur covering what's visible for her body and a cat's tail swishing under the hem of her tunic. Her eyes are that of a cat as well, as are her teeth, and her hands and feet are a mix between human and cat.

She stops when she spots Coraline, steps closer (though still careful to not touch the bars) and cocks her head at the older Changeling, before throwing a quick glance up and down the corridor, and then looks back at Coraline after a another look around to see if she has cellmates or not.
not_caroline: (BWELL)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-25 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
As of yet Coraline is still alone in her cell, but she's expecting that to change any time now, given the frequency of people coming and going.

But she's not expecting to see a little girl wandering the corridors; it takes her a moment to realise it's even another Changeling, torn as she is between desperately wanting to see another one and expecting the worst in not. So she stares for a few seconds, before she slips off the top bunk and lands lightly on her feet. Shadows don't cling to her like they used to, making her feel exposed as she steps into the light of the hallway, and she kneels to be more on level with the little girl.

And offers her a warm smile, seemingly genuine. "Hi there. You're a bit young to be here, aren't you?"
runs: (duh)

[personal profile] runs 2021-05-25 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
"They put me upstairs," she explains, redirecting the question about her age. And then, after a moment's break, adds: "Those upstairs are not allowed to leave the castle."

Or, in other words: She is just as imprisoned as the actual prisoners, just in a prettier, nicer place. Which, luckily, she did not know when she finally pulled out of her water-induced panic. Or pulling out of that would have been a lot harder.
Edited 2021-05-25 08:09 (UTC)
not_caroline: (you've got ten seconds)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-25 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well if that wasn't an obvious deflection, if she's ever seen one.

"Well," she says, light and breezy and at complete odds with the hot emotions roiling inside her, "The people downstairs aren't allowed to leave their cages. So even if it's only a little bit, you've got more freedom than us. That's still something."

She drops onto the ground fully, crossing her legs automatically. "I'm Coraline."
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HI!!! - Outside

[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2021-05-27 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter that what Eikarr sees is something clearly not human wearing a fey disguise. It doesn't really matter that he's still scared a little shitless about anything fey-adjacent right now.

What does matter is that whatever they are, they're running very, very fast into what, so far as he can tell at least, is a solid brick wall.

A solid brick wall, when even he hasn't been able to pluck power from words nor spells since he arrived, nor has anyone else he's seen along the way.

"Oh fuck me," he says, already starting to move to run towards Coraline, managing against all odds to put on a burst of speed and-

"OOF." The collision sends both of them sprawling, Eikarr only just managing to put himself between the wall and the changeling before she'd crushed her body against the stones.

"What in the seven hells is going through your head right now?" he asks, more than a little dazed, and more than a little panicked...
not_caroline: (the fuckn AUDACITY)

HELLO!! Fae lad!!

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-27 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Coraline sees the weird purple horned guy rushing towards her but she's got way too much momentum to stop - but at least she can brace herself for impact, and hits the ground rolling with a sharp squeal she will deny with her dying breath.

She's a little dizzy, when she pushes herself onto all fours, and there are some scraps of rock and dirt stuck in her fronds, but she still manages to fix the demon guy a steely glare.

"What about you? What the fuck are you doing getting in my way?!" She tosses her head sharply to flick her hair out of her face, and pushes herself to her feet. "I was trying something!"
hopelesswandrer: (another FACE)

:DDDD

[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2021-05-27 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye? Fancied taking a pot-shot at physics, did you?," He's not mad, he's just very disoriented. She's not exactly a paragon of strength, even on his best days. He does managed to push himself up on his elbows though, watching her fronds as she flicks them back.

"I'm well aware that you and yours ain't particularly beholden to the rules of reality, but I don't think I need to remind either of us we ain't home right now, and this place has solid brick walls just like any other."
not_caroline: (sounds fake mate)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-27 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me, you and yours?" She flicks her hair again, tilting her head back to look down her nose at him. Sure he was pretty, maybe he was some kind of Fairest, but with the purple and the spooky horns maybe he was another Darkling?

"I'm a Darkling, I was trying to see if my blessing still worked. Sometimes it happens when I'm about to be in danger?" With the incredulous, patronising tone of an adult talking down to their own child. "It didn't work because you were watching me."
hopelesswandrer: (Default)

[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2021-05-27 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
He grimaces a bit to himself internally. Yeah, there was probably a better way for him to have worded that, he's sure, but you honestly never really knew with the Fair Folk.

"What? Your blessing would have done what exactly to stop you from purposefully battering both your innards and outards on the courtyard walls?" He's mostly just confused now. He knows about patrons occasionally stepping in to save people's hides, but provoking it purposefully seems like a pretty quick way to earn the ire of the entity looking over you.

Eikarr, for his part, is trying to stay as low profile as he can for the time being. Fuck the Lady of Roses.

Wait- hold on-

"Hey! You can't blame me for stopping you when you just said 'sometimes'?!" He sits up fully now, mildly (very) panicked. "You were just going to injure yourself on the off chance... What the hells were you even trying to do?"
not_caroline: (MarkoS fam)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-27 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She looks at him like he's an idiot.

"Obviously I was gonna disappear. Then maybe I'd be able to just walk through the fence and get out of here. Sometimes being a genius escape artist means taking risks."

Ah yes, the ego of a teenager. What a thrilling and unearned beast. She folds her arms and tilts her head down to turn her flat glare disparaging.

"I would've been fine. At least I'm trying to do something useful."
hopelesswandrer: (Default)

[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2021-05-27 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Eikarr exhales through gritted teeth, just trying to take all of that in.

Alright, so, apparently if she's in danger, she can Misty-Step the fuck outta here? And while that usually would have been fine-

"Sure, sure, but if none of us can use the magic we usually do, what would have one genius escape artist done then, hm?" He raises one brow, very pointedly not rising to the bait. He's got siblings. He knows how that game works. "Trust me, if that caveat hadn't been imposed, I would'a been out before we were trapped." He sighs, sitting up properly and crossing his legs, his tail flopping tiredly over his lap.

"I'm not sure giving yourself a concussion at the very least would have been [useful]," but go off, he guesses.
not_caroline: PB: Selena Gomez (talk shit get hit)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-27 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh Coraline is full of sour looks, here's a fresh one that says 'you're not my real dad'.

"No one else here is even trying, someone has to or we're never getting out of here!"

An edge of panic colours her last few words, just a mild tremble - and she's aware of it, too, judging by how her cheeks turn a delicate shade of dark green, almost brown, and her cocksure attitude comes out even harder, her tone colder. "And I'm not ever letting someone trap me again."
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[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2021-05-27 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)

Something in the Tiefling's face shifts, going from complete bewilderment to something a little more sympathetic.

"I get that," he sighs, looking over the young woman's very green form, carefully reaching out to dust a stray chip of bark from her fronds, "but just because the solution isn't immediate doesn't mean that people aren't working on it."

Hes been trying his hardest to research what he can about this place's version of the Feywilds. If its anything like Faerun's, he might be able to make a portal of some kind. A door that leads through it to anywhere that isn't the castle they've essentially been trapped in.

It's been frustratingly slow so far, but it has only been a few days.

"The mage's said our powers would return to us after we've rested here, right? Maybe if there's enough of us working together, we won't even have to 'escape'. Might be able to just. Talk and leave. Failing that, misty-stepping away has always been a favourite tactic of mine."

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[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-27 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The piece of bark is stubbornly resistant to being just brushed away, and Coraline smacks his hand sharply to get him away from her face so she can take it out herself: and it comes away with sticky, honey-like strands that split just a short way from the bright red fronds, which curl reflexively away from the contact.

"Maybe yours will." Don't think she hasn't noticed your fancier robes, mate. "But that fucking creep did something to seal mine away. I've been trying to unseal it but nothing works. I can't even harvest properly like this!"
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[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2021-05-28 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Eikarr cocks his head inquisitively.

"Harvest?" He wonders just what the hells she means by that. But the sealing of powers, he scowls at.

"The mage just... sealed everything?" That makes him angry. It's bad enough that the mages deemed it appropriate to pluck them from their home worlds with no warning, but then to seal their powers and just throw them in a dungeon? That's straight kidnapping.

"Fuck. I'll- I'll see what I can find out. Might be able to find a way to un do it by ourselves."
not_caroline: (the fuckn AUDACITY)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-05-28 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
There's a fierce scowl on her face, and she darts in to slam her fist into his shoulder. "Dickhead! What do you think I was trying to do!!"

(It's not all just righteous anger at his obvious solution, though. What the hell did he mean by harvest, it's like he'd never heard of it before... and that makes her indescribably nervous.)

"Who the fuck even are you?!"
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[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2021-05-28 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He fliches with a quick, indignant 'ow!', a look of annoyed hurt crossing his face.

"The fuck was I supposed to know? You just told me that Wizard McBadTouch sealed away all of your fucking powers and you just thought that maybe running head first into a wall would make it get better?? Sorry if my first reaction was to stop someone from hurting themselves!" he still hasn't taken his hand off the shoulder she punched, new scar tissue from a thorned blade making its presence known to him by pain and bruising.

Peloths shiny arse, that hurt.

He takes a deeper breath, willing himself not to stoop to her level.

"Doesn't really matter, does it? Eikarr, if you wanted a name."

There's a moment where he wonders, belatedly, if Fae rules still applied to this place. It's fine. His true name had changed in the last couple of days.