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Fablelands mods ([personal profile] fablemods) wrote in [community profile] fablechat2018-09-22 01:31 am
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test drive meme.


Once upon a time, in a land far, far away...
You snap awake with a sudden jolt, the sounds of nature surrounding you. The ground is warm beneath your hands, a press of fabric under your head. Sit up. Look around. This isn't where you fell asleep. Not even close to it. But with no one around you, answers as to how you got there in the first place are a little beyond your reach for now.

If you decide to head off, don't forget your bag. You'll want that if you plan on making it out here. If you want to survive. And if you don't want to move, well...good luck. There's a shadow on the prowl. A rustle of leaves, a snap of twigs. Glowing eyes in the distance...

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Characters find themselves waking up on the bare ground (or a bed if they're very lucky), a leather pack beneath their head, and entirely alone. It's not where they fell asleep that night. Isn't even close. The sky is the wrong shade, the ground isn't quite right. The only note of familiarity are the clothes on their back.

Searching through their pack, characters will find a change of clothes, a few food rations, and something personal to them. They'll also find a pouch of wooden coins and a shard of mirror. Before they get a real chance to investigate those items though, they'll hear a rustle in the distance. The sounds of something moving around.

It's their cue to get moving too. And somehow, all characters find their feet guiding them in the same direction. Off towards the Great Lake, less than ten minutes walk away, no matter where on the island they first woke up.

Welcome to the island of Leutheria.
Welcome to the Fablelands test drive. Above is an arrival prompt that players are welcome to use to introduce or test out any characters they are interested in bringing to the game. Below is an on-going event that takes place throughout the first two weeks of a character's arrival.(Though the wolf will still remain a constant presence on the island for the months to come). And of course, you are free to use this post for any other prompts you wish to use, or mirrorshard conversations too. All threads are able to be used as game canon, providing both players agree to it, and can ultimately be used for bonus AC if you wish to.

If you have any questions, please direct them to the FAQ.

And without further adieu, let's get on with the show!

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Once upon a time, in a land not so far away...

You wake to the feeling of being watched. Of a set of unfamiliar eyes, of warm breath on the back of your neck. A jolt back to the land of the living, and it's gone. No matter how quick you are, how sneaky, the source of the disruption has long since disappeared, so you have no choice but to try and ignore it. To continue on with your day and try to set that moment of strangeness aside.

You eat, drink, speak with others. Perhaps you explore a little. Whatever it is you choose to do for the day, that feeling from the morning won't return. And by the time the sun sets and the moon glows brightly above, you've likely set those moments of strangeness aside. It's not like it's anything new, after all.

It's the same again for the next few days. No better, no worse. Something best ignored, right?

A speck of blood on the doorframe. That wasn't there before, was it?

A snap of twigs in the distance. A crunch of leaves.

Claw marks gouged deeply into the door.

Into the wall above your bed.

Scraps of red fabric, turned darker with blood. Pieces of fur. Of flesh.

Do you run and hide? Do you fight? Whatever you choose, it's definitely time to make sure your body parts aren't scattered next...
...what a horribly big mouth you have.

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Since first waking up on the island, characters have been stuck with that feeling of being watched. It isn't a constant. Isn't more than a few seconds at a time, dotted throughout the day. Investigation has never turned up much, and there's never been any sightings of the cause of it all.

Until now.

Throughout the first half of the week, characters will find themselves suffering from that feeling of being watched on a far more constant basis. Rather than it being a one-off, few seconds occurrence each day, that feeling will last for minutes at a time, and on multiple occasions.

However, it isn't until the fifth day that they'll start stumbling across physical signs of their monitoring. There are claw marks on doors. Spots of blood on the paths outside. A crack of twigs in the forests, or the imprint of bloodied paws in the snow.

Ten days in and those signs start finding their way indoors. Wet footprints, tinged with red. Claw marks in the walls, the floor. Torn sheets and the smell of wet...something. Whatever it is that's been watching you, its finally decided to come and say hello.

Two weeks in and characters will begin to have sightings of the creature, its fur dark and its eyes a glowing yellow. At times it looks like a wolf, prowling in the distance. At other times, it's walking on its hind legs, almost human were it not for the muzzle full of gleaming sharp teeth. Get too close, and it slips away like a shadow, gone between one blink and the next. It decides when to reach out to characters, not the other way round.

It's after characters finally get a good look at the creature that it starts leaving...gifts. Characters will start to find familiar items from their home worlds amidst the mess. The remains of a childhood pet, perhaps. Photographs of loved ones, faces torn almost beyond recognition. It's only once it delivers its final gift that the creature retreats to the trees again: a blood-splattered item of clothing that clearly belongs to the person the character misses the most at the time, alive or dead.

wearenotdoinggethelp: ("Moje śliczne ty Kochanie")

Arrival

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-20 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
The woman is a stranger to him, but something about her, seems ever so slightly familiar.

But that makes him also even more hyper focused and cautious. What if she's some agent of whatever higher power seems to be observing him?

Still, not to act is to lose. And so, after this weird familiar unfamiliarity he feels, Loki casually approaches the woman. She - she's not of Asgard, is she? Surely Loki would be able to tell instantly. Would he not?

Then. What is she?

A stranger, most likely. Maybe some kind of illusion-covered stranger.

No. Loki would know already, if she was using illusions, he's certain.

He reacts to her hum, and strolls up to her, ostensibly with no care.

"Good day to you. And finding you in a good mood, I see. Shall we make an acquiantance? I am Loki, of Asgard."

Loki bows.
aworldanew: (love and desire; life after life)

[personal profile] aworldanew 2018-10-20 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Lies and covers and hiding things are not Sigyn's best area. She can do it as she has to, but it's with preparation and planning. And there's been a lot of that -- she's been playing the role of servant to the Asgardians for months to get in place for the revolution's plans to begin, so her cover is set enough that being addressed by a random Asgardian wouldn't be enough to make her falter. And her wife's name is not unique, even if it isn't the most common, but to have it thrown in her face at this moment, when she's already so unsure and off-balance from waking up here -- that does make her stop for a second, her expression freezing, her spine stiffening.

Maybe they did catch her. Maybe they're trying to get her to reveal herself. She can't let them. She has to get control of herself. Loki would tell her to get control of herself.

She takes in a deep breath and makes her smile wider, responding with a bow of her own, one that speaks of deference. "Eir," she introduces herself, the lie coming comfortably enough now that she's been living it for a while, "of Midgard. Good day."

She hesitates a moment before continuing, not wanting to give a random Asgardian any sort of leverage over her, but -- answers are important, and he probably knows she's confused anyway. "We are still on Asgard, aren't we, sir? I don't know how I got out here."
wearenotdoinggethelp: ("Take me to church")

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-20 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki looks at her carefully. Wondering whether he should touch her and reach out. But he's been, so to speak, already burnt today but touching another, one who bore his name and more than that. He needs be cautious.

Why? She's not her. Not that strange another Loki he's met. Even so-

He won't reach into. Not now. Maybe tomorrow, not today.

"I must regretfully inform you that we are no longer on Asgard. It would be - quite instantly visible, if we were there. Unless you haven't visited in a while, which I find a possibility as well, Lady Eir."

Of Midgard. Was she truly?

He had a feeling of - no, he knew not of what. It was too vague. She was vague. Hopefully, not dangerous.

Still, she herself betrayed her own unease, and so, he could not help looking into her eyes, waiting for a mask to break if there be any.

The feeling of being under observation in this strange place must have gotten under Loki Odinson's skin, that could be a possible explanation.

"However, since Asgard is a people", he says, slowly, quietly, "it is my duty to help you be comfortable here, until you find a way home, if you were previously visiting Asgard. To be your host, if you would wish it. My royal duty."
Edited 2018-10-20 15:26 (UTC)
aworldanew: (call off your dogs)

[personal profile] aworldanew 2018-10-21 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
The more he talks, the more Sigyn's confusion starts to show, beginning with the implication that Asgard has no forests anywhere on its surface. It's like they're talking about completely different places, some Asgard she's never heard about, rather than the seat of government for the Yggdrasil system. The last clinches it, and she frowns, arms wrapping around herself defensively, though she doesn't break eye contract.

"Last time I checked, Asgard didn't have royalty." Not for a very, very long time, anyway. Odin may as well be treated like some divinely chosen ruler, but she definitely isn't. "And it wasn't much inclined to assigning it's Midgardian servants tour guides, either."
wearenotdoinggethelp: ("I would put myself right beside you")

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-21 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Loki wonders whether he's done a misstep by letting the truth out.

But he steels himself, and continues, speaking easily ostensibly, but if she looks, if the lady looks, there is concern, concern for someone, in his deep green eyes.

"Asgard needs all the goodwill it can find now, now after I had done my part in Ragnarok, as Asgard's Saviour."

Loki shakes his head. "Forgive me, Lady Eir. And let me offer you my humble assistane, on behalf of the Allfather, my brother. Thor Odinson."

And then, after this formulaic and anxious (anxious in a veiled way) sentence, Loki looks at the Lady Eir carefully. Mindfully, but without touching magical arts yet. He doesn't yet know whether the Magic wouldn't alarm Eir overly much, whoever she is. So for now he regretfully abstains.

"As for the tours - consider this mine, the heir's, goodwill. On Midgard, we will sorely need new relations."
Edited 2018-10-21 03:41 (UTC)
aworldanew: (i can make you say you love me)

[personal profile] aworldanew 2018-10-21 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
There's confusion, and continued concern, and finally, Sigyn can't help but start laughing. None of this, not a single word of it, lines up with the Asgard she knows, and at this point, it's laugh or let the fear and worry take over. (And it helps to imagine Thor's face if anyone called him Odin's son. Hell, the idea of Odin as an actual mother, or with an All-Father to match her All-Mother shtick, is hilarious by itself.)

"Asgard's never had much interest in goodwill with Midgard." It's probably a more revealing comment than Sigyn should allow herself to make; it could come from simply a bitter servant, but it sounds far too sympathetic to Midgard's decades of resistance and rebellion to ever say to an Asgardian. Still, this Asgardian is so strange, Sigyn's finding it hard to keep her caution. And something about Loki's manner doesn't strike her as dangerous, yet -- at least, not dangerous in the manner of Odin, of Thor, of the Asgardian upper class she knows.

"I'm sorry, Sir, ah, Loki," and there's a hesitance and a pain that comes with voicing that name out loud, the way her mind can't help slipping to moment after moment shaping her wife's name, before Loki died and left her alone, but Sigyn rallies and keeps going, "and I appreciate your offers, but nothing you've said sounds familiar to me. I've never heard of Ragnarok, or an Allfather, and Thor doesn't have a brother, and would probably punch you for implying he's related to Odin. I don't -- you do mean Asgard the planet, in the Yggdrasil system, don't you?"
wearenotdoinggethelp: ("Travel on a jet plane")

1/2 cont in a sec

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-21 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Loki grins, trying to pass these strange waters, looking for a bridge. But still with his eyes and ears only, no green threads yet, no reaching out.

"The Asgard you speak of, Lady Eir, I have destroyed, boldly. To save it. It may not be the Asgard you know, we may speak of different Asgards. Were you a Sorceress or a Witch, you would ready See."
wearenotdoinggethelp: (My lover's the sunlight)

2/2

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-21 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
And then.

Loki's calm shatters. His politeness shatters. His carefullness shatters.

Did lady Eir struck a nerve.

"Thor is my brother! He always was! Our bloods differ, but I'd give all of my blood to extend his life for but two hundred years, if that were ever necessary."

Loki glares.

And then, the glare vanishes, leaving an almost tired look, but full of conviction.

"The fool is my brother. As long as he thinks."

He glares again. Sharp. So sharp.

"My name is Loki Odinson, Lady Eir. Pleased to meet you, for certain.
Edited 2018-10-21 04:38 (UTC)
aworldanew: (you'll fall like a guillotine)

[personal profile] aworldanew 2018-10-21 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Neither the outburst or the sharpness get much in the way of an outward reaction from Sigyn; her lips press together, and an eyebrow raises, but she doesn't seem shaken or bothered by any of it.

"I'm sure it is, but as I don't know of any witches existing outside stories -- not to mention that the Odin I know has no children of her own, and she would never allow Asgard's destruction, no matter the circumstances -- I think you're right that we're speaking of different places." Which means she may as well give him her true name, but she's not sure how the admission of the lie would go over, in the wake of his outburst. She's certainly not broaching the topic of Thor again, considering it seems to have hit a nerve.

"So I suppose you don't hold any duty to me here, after all," she adds after a moment, though it doesn't sound like a dismissal; more like a reassurance.
wearenotdoinggethelp: (Он сказал: "Я устал")

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-21 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"My Father is dead."

As a tiny explanation. Maybe.

"My Lady"

The calm is back. So are manners. Mild. Charming to many a woman and man.

To her? Surely no longer.

"If I am relieved of my duties, let me but stay as your honest admirer, if you be true."
aworldanew: (running through my veins)

[personal profile] aworldanew 2018-10-21 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," she says to the first part, and it sounds sincere, as sincere as an apology from a stranger can.

Then she considers him, and his offer, for a moment, before she smiles. Maybe he's a bit unsteady, but she's dealt with much worse even in the last months, Thor's temper flares and shouting, Odin's cold matter-of-fact cruelty, the demeaning way the social climbers of Asgard treat their Midgardian servants. If he wasn't talking about a world that looked like one she knew through a funhouse mirror, she might dismiss him, but -- she's curious.

And she's hesitant to dismiss anybody in this weird situations; they could be valuable, for information, for a hostage, for whatever she can make use of them for. More valuable than if she let them wander away into the forest, at least.

"I haven't had many admirers lately," she says, a more honest statement than her joking tone makes it sound like, though maybe the way her hand goes to twist her wedding ring around her finger gives away some of the sincerity. "And we both seem to be out of our respective places, so I'd be glad to have some company while trying to figure things out."
wearenotdoinggethelp: ("I would put myself right beside you")

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-21 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"The honour is all mine, to be at the side of such a Lady."

He reaches for her hand, to try and kiss it.

Manners, yes, but if Eir lets him, he may even be so bold as to 'reach', though his soul is yelling at him not to reach her, this Eir, not to reach. Warning.

But God of Mischief would ignore a warning, sane as the warning is. Would probe. That is, if the touch will happen to allow that, then he would weave into. Then.

Then he would briefly look through the window, into Eir's memory. Only if she lets him touch her hand.
Edited 2018-10-21 05:53 (UTC)
aworldanew: (and I will rise (don't try to deny me))

[personal profile] aworldanew 2018-10-24 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigyn was among the highest ranks of the Midgardian socialites, once upon a time. It means almost nothing, compared to Asgard -- but her manners haven't entirely deserted her, and she's trying to keep the only person around as a temporary ally if she can. She offers her hand with a smile that freezes on her face.

Mindreaders aren't something that exists in the Yggdrasil system, at least that she knows of. She has no way to stop him from seeing her past; anything he looks for is there for the taking. Months of maneuvering herself as a servant, being treated as little better than furniture on the three-month train journey between Midgard and Asgard, as she and the others in the resistance planned quietly amongst themselves; before that, leading the resistance, watching friends and allies slowly dwindle until the bulk of the work was on her shoulders. Back further, years of mourning, grief and pain and rage at the loss of her wife; and then before that, Loki, her Loki, alive, working side-by-side to disrupt Asgard's tyranny, building things, living their lives together with so much love.

It takes a moment to regroup herself, and then she pulls her hand away, stepping back, her face hard and uncertain, her arms wrapping tightly around herself. "What was that?" she asks, slowly, resisting the urge to turn and run straight into the unknown, because who knows what might be waiting there.
wearenotdoinggethelp: ("Something's getting in the way")

[personal profile] wearenotdoinggethelp 2018-10-24 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
What he sees when he reaches inside are images, single scenes. This - this would've made less sense than it does now, had it not been for the fact that he, in this realm, so recently - yonder? - has met Loki, had met another Loki, the Loki of hers, sharp, dark, frightening, and alive. That gives him enough understanding to-- understand, perhaps. Mayhaps.

Inhale. Exhale. He's too shaken, just from this, but that is not all, as it brought the reminder of that Loki's mind, disturbing, displeasing, one he very much misliked to see I was not forced to see it, the decision was my own--- foolish decision


Inhale. Exhale. "Eir"'s question registers, barely.

With a shudder, Loki utters, "Glad tidings. Of your life being alive. Two Loki met, without even an end of the world."