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Test Drive Meme #3

TDM #3 - May/June 2025
🦋 Introduction

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🦋 The Party

You wake up at a party.

You're not sure how, exactly, you got here. You may have just been walking in the woods or at a meeting for work or doing any other normal activity for you. But you know you weren't supposed to be at this party, you're fairly certain.

Anyone you ask about it will say the party is for you. You and the others also waking up and looking confused. Further questions will lead to the partygoers insisting you have something to eat. You're starving and others are eating the food without repercussion, so you figure there's no harm in a bite. You finish your portion.

It's another garden party near a large hedge maze in the middle of the night. With his penchant for games the Ruler of the Spring Court decided it would be nice to hold an actual game for all the Adopted present. None of that dreidel game a couple of parties ago. This time, he wants more spectacle with higher stakes. Forced to participate and host aspects of this gathering as well, the Ruler of the Dark Court wanted nothing to do with this, so he figured his participation in itself is for the party to happen at night, during his rule, when his mood is at its most pleasant.

Of course, there is no shortage of light sources such as candles and torches, much to the Earl's chagrin, as well as no shortage of food. This time, the fae decided to try their hand on some pasta. They heard it's a good delicacy from the mortal plane. Thing is, sauces look and smell bizarre. One's purple, while another's bright pink, and they taste fruity, as well as flowery, much like the cookies from the last gathering.

As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up and speaks. You feel her voice more than hear it.

I am the Lawspeaker of the Fae, elected by Seelie and Unseelie alike, and you are all, now, subjects of Faerie. You cannot leave this realm once you have eaten our food, and even if you could, there is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from. Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out. We require assistance in various matters, and each of you has been chosen for your talent and skill. You will be adopted by one of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts based on your strengths and personality. Your Court will decide what to do with you from there.

As suddenly as she stood, she sits back down.


🦋 Feeling on Hedge

So, what about this hedge maze that seems to have appeared out of nowhere and looming quite eerily beside this night's gathering? For one, peculiar noises can be heard whenever one's near its entrance. From the rustling of leaves to a woman crying, everything seems to be coming from inside.

Of course, the Adopted's participation is required and paramount. Anyone who refuses will be met with harsh penalties and consequences, whatever those may be. They also hint of a prize to anyone who comes out victorious on the other side. It's unclear what it is, though.

The fae know that while the Adopted have been very useful so far, they are also vulnerable and susceptible to fear, so to mitigate that, they have some colorful shots on a table marked LIQUID COURAGE near the entrance to the maze with such effects:

  • Gold: Essentially a strong drink that gives you profound energy for 24 hours.
  • Red: Downing this will make you feel warm like an aphrodisiac.
  • Blue: Basically functions like a normal tequila shot. Or three. Comes with a little bag of salt.

These shots are not compulsory for the Adopted to take, but they will be highly encouraged to do so before entering. Once inside, the rustling of leaves and the sounds of someone crying become louder and even more evident. There are also a few key things that seem to be very clear the longer an Adopted is within the maze's walls:

  • The maze is moving. How it's doing it, nobody knows. But it appears to be alive somehow, much like the castle grounds, so finding a clear pathway is almost impossible.
  • Whenever an Adopted turns right two consecutive times, they will see a more positive outcome from a terrible event in their lives. Lost someone? They're now here and alive. Gave up on a dream? You find yourself currently living it.
  • If an Adopted turns left two consecutive times, they will see someone, a family member or a friend who's still alive and had a deep impact on their lives, bleeding and dead on the ground.

It would be great if no one else can see an Adopted during their most vulnerable, but since the maze moves constantly, another Adopted or two might be able to see them trying to parse out what they're seeing, even if their fellow Adopted can't see it themselves.


🦋 Can't Unseelie It

CW: dismemberment, body horror, forced body transformations, mild gore, asphyxiation, drowning of children, death

The Spring King only wanted some good-natured fun within the maze, but unbeknownst to him, some Unseelie creatures and Unseelie magic have appeared inside, threatening the safety of the Adopted traversing every nook and cranny. Surely this will not have any lasting consequences between the relationship of the Seelie and Unseelie court rulers. Not at all.

A few of these Unseelie beings and Unseelie magic roaming around the hedge maze that the Adopted will have a chance to meet are as follows:

  • Manananggal: Capable of severing its torso from its legs, this vampiric creature usually preys on sleeping pregnant women and unborn babies. But not anymore. Due to magic put on it, this manananggal will strike anyone it comes across. Better pour salt on its severed lower torso once you find it, or else.
  • La Llorona: Remember that woman crying? Well, somewhere in the maze alongside the eerie sounds of water flowing, you'll come across a weeping woman cloaked in white with her back turned against you. Be careful not to approach her because once you do, she'll try to choke you to death, reminiscent of how she drowned her own children.
  • Jersey Devil: The first thing you'll hear once you turn is a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream then the sound of bat wings flapping. You better run as fast as you can to the other direction because this devil is out to attack anyone it sees on its path.
  • A fountain: How odd. Running from the jersey devil or the manananggal might have made you thirsty so perhaps there's no harm in drinking from it. But just coming in contact with its water will make any Adopted soon realize they have transformed into an Unseelie creature.

Fighting off these creatures might be best with a fellow Adopted. After all, there's power in numbers. Just be careful not to die within the hedge maze. There might be some dire consequences.


🦋 GEIS

You feel a vibration in your pocket sometime after the Lawspeaker addresses everyone. When you search for the source, you will pull out your Leaf, the device the Fae use to stay in touch with each other. Anyone who's used a smart phone will easily recognize how it works.

Greetings, Adopted. This is your Lawspeaker.

To be on theme with our festivities for tonight, we want to know a time in your life when you felt lost and wandering about. Perhaps the most compelling story will receive a reward from us.



navigation

bugbeverage: (hollerin)

[personal profile] bugbeverage 2025-06-24 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have haunted SO many more castles than that bitch!" He raises his voice. "I've haunted taverns, villas, estates, I have shaken churches to their foundation, I have cursed entire families with misfortune, I went to college!"

Where are you going with this, B-man/
maritorious: (wtf??)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-24 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh goodness, he's getting upset. Nancy puts her hands in front of her in a placating gesture. "Alright, alright, you are clearly the ghost. First one I've met, certainly. I don't think Jane Seymore can even leave the Tower, so you've got one over her on that."
bugbeverage: (>_>)

[personal profile] bugbeverage 2025-06-24 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you! Thank you." He huffs and puffs and straightens out his jacket. "A guy just needs a little recognition once in a while, y'know?" He sniffs.

A beat.

"What were we talking about?"
maritorious: (red dress)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-24 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Er..." She laughs nervously, "That is a very good question. Regardless, I should let you go. But if you do need anything, sir, please don't hesitate to find me. I'm happy to help however I can."
unclesam: ((14))

[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-24 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Miles plays his cards right, he can join Sam in tinkering sometime. Especially since Sam's gonna need a second hand while his broken arm heals. ]

Yeah, magic's a bit outta my wheelhouse, gotta admit.

[ he glances at the hedges for a moment, contemplating. Presses his hand to his ribs for a moment, too, as if willing them to please stop screaming at him in pain. ]

Ain't there a say about always taking a left in mazes? Not sure that applies here. Though... I mean, they show us something we might wanna take a closer look at after two rights, and something we'd wanna recoil from after two lefts, yeah?

[ Might be a meant to deter taking that left. ]
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[personal profile] soloacts 2025-06-24 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her racing heart seems to slow. Gwen had been so worried about how this reunion might go. She'd been sure that Miles wouldn't want anything to do with her. And she'd have understood. Her smile is sad but happy. Happy that she'd not lost another friend. At least not yet. Gwen holds out a hand, to coax him to take it. If he does, she'll stand, aiming to move him away from the horror he's been seeing.]

Together. [She agrees.] For as much strangeness as we're used to... this place is something else. There's a Peter here too, I'm sure you'll meet him. He's younger. About our age.
bewildering: recadreuse (012)

[personal profile] bewildering 2025-06-24 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... what? ]

i don't know anyone named teddy
but yeah, sam wilson is captain america now
he and bucky are fighting about the avengers trademark
and i mean the new avengers are a long story but they've been in the news
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Can't Unseelie It

[personal profile] soloacts 2025-06-24 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[The first thing Sam might hear is a 'thwip' followed by another, then a series of webs shoot into view aimed for the Jersey Devil's head, momentarily blinding it, leaving the dazed beast to claw at his face. It will keep it occupied, at least for a moment or two.]

Are you alright? [A teenage girl comes into sight as she leaps the kicks the monster hard, sending it backward as it continues to struggle with the webs. Gwen's not currently clad in her Spider-Woman outfit but a pink dress. The cyan Chuck Taylors don't match the outfit, but neither do the web shooters attached to her wrists. Turning, she holds out a hand, to help him up if he needs it.]
bugbeverage: (sign)

[personal profile] bugbeverage 2025-06-25 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, right..." He had an exit to find. "WELP. It's been real. SEE YA."

He de-manifests on the spot in a cloud of purple smoke.
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[personal profile] foraride 2025-06-25 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh six or seven years, something like that." He says it airily enough, but time gets a little complicated when you miss a good chunk of a year. Not particularly something he wants to bring up with a new friend, though, even if they are ostensibly a colleague.

"How about you?"
amberdrake: 2nd book's cover art of Drake (I seize the moment)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2025-06-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Gods. How long... when was he technically done with training? That was...

Twenty... four-ish years ago? Twenty five?

"Oh, don't make me admit that!" Amberdrake laughs, "I prefer not feeling too old. Especially when I may have to run from danger at any given moment."
renhanded: (« [gentle] the man behind the curtain)

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-06-25 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, not a single bit of offense. Honestly, Ren is hopeful that now that Makoto is around, they might actually figure something out. He certainly can't be trusted with the braincell around here.

He brings her to stand with him, squeezes her palm, gives her a reassuring look. "Sorry if I scared you. I mean, it was... probably the Lawspeaker, and all that, but. I didn't want to chase you through the forest because I think that would have looked way worse."
renhanded: (« [concern] ohhh i had one job)

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-06-25 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, he's gonna teach her the meaning of no givesies-backsies when he gets your treasure, buddy--

But immediately, he shakes his head.]


That's not what I'm asking. I'm not taking something from someone else to make their situation worse. If you have so much power, why do you need things from us? Why do you need more?

[When they already have everything. When they have them. Is all of this not enough?]

You're making the choice to be cruel.
desireandhope: (Soft smile)

[personal profile] desireandhope 2025-06-25 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Again Yusuke finds himself enraptured. With the mask removal he understands now why she wasn't speaking. She might not have the ability to do so at all. He'll have to figure out something around that- text messages maybe?

The scars must be painful but her face is so unique and already Yusuke is imagining the different ingredients he would need to mix together to get the exact right color. Perhaps the leftover scales from the dragon that he is still working through will be the base silver of her hair, paired with some of the other illusory pigments to simulate the shadows made by the old burns. He isn't one to usually go for texture in his paintings but it would be interesting to try and get the correct layers for them even if the paint would take forever to dry.

Anyone looking on would probably chastise Yusuke for staring so long but the longer Alicia laughs the more joy he feels in kind. Though he isn't quite sure what she is laughing about a smile tugs at his face that then progresses to chuckling when she catches his eye. His heart beats fast in his chest. Probably exertion and the excitement of a new artistic vision.

There have been a few parties since he was kidnapped here and they have all had their harrowing moments and tension and worries. But no matter how long he may be trapped here and what terrible things he will endure in the future, this moment will live in a special place in his heart.]


I can see why you haven't been speaking. Is there another way you like to communicate?

[He is pretty sure he has some paper somewhere on his person and definitely a few pencils if texts don't work.]
volgas: (pic#16958940)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-06-25 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[She can feel the gingerly way he responds, arm going around him, but he tenses when she responds. There are a lot of things she does know. She knows how Clint felt. She's heard about Yelena, too. It's a sting. Natasha didn't do what she did so those she cared about would hurt, but it's easy to make those kind of big scale decisions when she did lose so much in the Snap.]

I take it they just brought you in with the last party? [She gestures the way they think they both came from. It's her third now, but people seem to filter in and out. This one though she hopes stays for a bit.]

Guess I missed a few things. [Him being Cap now. Whatever fight he's gotten himself in where he's breaking bones. She doesn't pull away though. If it's bad enough, he can lean on her as they attempt to get out of this maze.]
pentiments: (memory: sound)

no worries!

[personal profile] pentiments 2025-06-25 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Allegedly, [ the Librarian answers to the assertion that they're in "the fae realm." Despite what the Lawspeaker had said, he's been more in the mind that this is some isolated pocket of the Bounds or the Wood—and he'd taken the winged humanoids to be devotees of the Moth or the Carapace Cross. Still, could the woman's words have been a sort of hint? ]

If I recall correctly, [ he says, still searching their surroundings. ] The fairies of folklore are vulnerable to cold iron, running water, and salt. Alas, I have no cold iron on my person, and I don't believe we'll find a stream in this maze. I could produce salt if needed, though you'd have to give me a moment...
queensguilt: (pic#17004279)

for spike

[personal profile] queensguilt 2025-06-25 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The color red has a song, loud and boisterous, sometimes pulsing, other times not. Today it's a rancorous timpani, a storm that churns in an empty stomach, a drought upon his tongue. He needs sustenance.

Which he has-- they came with him from his world, sealed beads of crimson that promise a deluge of satiation-- yet, he abstains. Because what if, what if he may need them in the future, for a reason more desperate? Because it is most certainly not a desperate time if he can readily scent a meal from afar. Or in this case, merely a few flights of stairs below the dining area.


The kitchen reacts as if it were alive. Perhaps it truly is alive. More than that, through piping copper pots and whistling iron kettles, it appears to provide. Louis watches as the stove dishes out (pun very much intended) all manner of cuisines, essentially mercurial in its seasonings for one entrée versus the next.

His senses had led him down here. But now... how, exactly, does one ask for blood from a living entity? Moreover, from where does it come?  From who, from what?

Louis steps forward. All at once, the kitchen halts. Silence cuts smoothly through the room for one, two beats, as if awaiting the request. Then a chime dings; the muffins are done. Belatedly, a small arachnid-like fae skitters by his boots, rushing to the oven to collect the steaming pastries. Louis goes ignored by the kitchen. Naturally, a master chef's time is precious.

Louis shakes his head, then glances to the only other company that happens to be present: a man with icy hair. Louis' gaze falls over him once, clinical and quick. From the more modern cut of his duster, he appears to be a fellow Adopted. ]
Is it really as simple as... asking?
bloodyrose: (It's fine like this)

Zero Kiryuu ♦ Vampire Knight

[personal profile] bloodyrose 2025-06-25 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
party / arrival
[ Were it truly a party for Zero, Yuuki, Ai, and Ren would undoubtedly be present. The thought is almost an idle one, despite him actually entertaining it for a moment, but he can't help the bout of curiosity that similarly lingers at the back of his mind.

—The food, however, does have a great deal of Zero's interest. He's absolutely famished, and while he finds this a little peculiar, it doesn't prevent him from filling up a plate, even followed by a second, (however notably without the pasta). It's almost comical with how much he's served himself, quite possibly not fitting the typical look of someone who has a bottomless stomach.

It's only when the Lawspeaker's words come to an end that Zero, too, pause in finishing his food. He momentarily watches the Lawspeaker out of the corner of his eye, contemplating and parsing through what was said. The implications are alarming, but also, the longevity of his family's lives are a reassurance. Purebloods, like Yuuki and Ai, could easily live well into their thousands, and Ren- well, she may not be a pureblood, but she, too, could have a lifespan of something close to that.

So really- even if Zero did take the Lawspeaker's address as a genuine truth, who's to say his family would actually be dead?

It's that train of thought that keeps Zero more settled. Although he's never been one to panic, however, maybe a small part of him can't help but feel devastated and lost over the information. Yuuki, Ai, and Ren are his entire world.

In any case, he won't learn anything more if he doesn't start any conversations. So he'll approach others and ask around; ]


How much do you know about this place?


Can't Unseelie It (Jersey Devil)
[ The initial scream makes Zero flinch, its sound even more piercing, for someone with such heightened senses. The subsequent bats are reminiscent of the purebloods' most commonly used familiar animal. For a moment, albeit just one iota, Zero might even think that there really was a pureblood vampire lurking about the maze.

Regardless, Zero is mindful of every step and breath; listening carefully, acutely watching. And so far, he somehow manages to not encounter anything.

—All which abruptly ends.

It takes Zero little to begin running— no, he was practically sprinting, in that extreme "blink and you'll definitely miss it" way. The only time he'll slow down is when someone else is in the path of Zero and the Jersey Devil. By scooping them up in his arms, then continuing to run. ]


That thing keeps catching up to us, we need to go! Hold on!

[ Yep. ]


wildcard
[ Go at it! Zero can be seen around the stables, sketching while sitting outside in nature (he's a pretty good artist!), at the library, or in general exploring out and about. Feel free to message me if you have any other ideas! Info on him can be seen here ♥ ]
badnewsandshitlist: [personal profile] spaceconfessional (severe judgement face)

Percival De Rolo III | Critical Role | OTA

[personal profile] badnewsandshitlist 2025-06-25 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
A)The Party

Even after nudging his plate away, the lingering sweetness of the pasta clung to Percy’s tongue like perfume gone sour. He’d eaten it, of course, he had. Hunger overrode suspicion, and the scent had been inviting, even if the taste turned strange and cloying.

Around him, others murmured or stared in silence, caught between the maze’s looming walls and the flickering lanterns above. The party felt like a dream someone else remembered-pretty, eerie, and wrong at the edges.

The Lawspeaker rose. Her voice wasn’t spoken so much as imposed, cold and final. No escape. No refusal. No return. Faerie had chosen them, claimed them, and now it watched with interest. Percy stood long after she sat, eyes scanning the other guests before offering a dry smile, “Well. That’s grimly efficient.”

Then, brushing imaginary dust from his cuff, he added, “If anyone’s planning to protest, do let me know. I have some experience causing trouble-tastefully.”

B) Feeling on Hedge

Percy lingered at the maze’s edge, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the unnatural way the hedge shimmered under torchlight. Beside it, the table of glittering fae-shot sat like a dare. LIQUID COURAGE, the sign promised, with a grin he could almost hear. He took gold for clarity and blue for recklessness, downing both in one practised motion. “To terrible decisions,” he muttered, “and the places they take us.”

Inside, the Faewild pressed close. The hedge walls whispered, rustled, and breathed. He turned right. Then again. The air shifted, suddenly warm, golden. It was his wedding. Vex stood before him, resplendent, eyes bright with joy. But behind her, just off to the side, Vax was there too. Alive. Smiling. No Raven Queen’s brand. No lingering weight of sacrifice. He’d never gone back. He’d stayed.

Percy froze, the moment blooming and breaking in his chest. Then a footstep echoed behind him. Another Adopted nearby. The vision vanished like a page turned too fast. He inhaled, adjusted his sleeve, and his voice was low and brittle. “Fae illusions,” he said. “Lovely. Cruel.” A beat. “Next time, I turn left.”


C) Can't Unseelie It.

The scream split the air, sharp, unnatural, far too close. Percy didn’t hesitate. He ducked down a narrow side path, thorns clawing at his coat, boots slipping on damp moss. Behind him, wings beat the air like leather sails, and the torchlight he’d trusted flickered out. He didn’t look back. Whatever it was, it wasn’t meant to be seen, only escaped.

He stumbled into a clearing, chest heaving, and found a fountain. Too pristine. The water shimmered like glass, unmoving despite the breeze. Thirst gnawed at him, but maybe something about it felt off the scent. Or the silence around it. Magic thickened the air like syrup. He stepped back, jaw set. Then came the sound. Crying. Quiet, human, wrong.

A woman in white was weeping into her hands by the hedge. Her back was to him. She didn’t move-didn’t speak. Percy held still, debating. Something about the way her shoulders shook made his skin crawl. He shifted his weight, preparing to speak or retreat-but the moment broke first. Her head turned. Her face-what remained of it-was hollow, wet, snarling. Her hands reached.

He stumbled back, breath ragged, nearly colliding with someone at his side. A figure-another Adopted. Percy caught their arm to steady himself, eyes still wide. “If you’ve got any bright ideas,” he said tightly, “now would be the time.”



D) GEIS

Whitestone. After the fall.

I wasn’t just lost-I was something else entirely. A ghost with a grudge, chasing names through shadow and ash. I told myself it was justice, but it was really just vengeance with better manners.
It took loud, reckless, persistent friends to slow me down.

And then I found my sister, still breathing, still fighting. Seeing her didn’t stop the rage. But it reminded me of what I’d almost lost trying to feed it.

That was the worst part. Not the killing. Not the demon. Realising I still wanted something after revenge.

If this is another test, I hope your reward is worth more than sentiment.
scansorial: (I've been)

[personal profile] scansorial 2025-06-25 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Sure. Sounds like a plan. I'll owe ya.

[Not that Miles is sure exactly what he might be able to offer Pete in return. But he wants to figure something. He knows that Pete probably doesn't mind or think much of offering to help out. But even so. This is going to impact his own resources if he is sharing this with the other Spiders.]
scansorial: (Don't dare change)

[personal profile] scansorial 2025-06-25 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Miles is at least a little reassured. If Gwen was on her way to help with the others. Not that it negates the hurt and feeling of betrayal. But it lessens some. Miles will probably eventually shift to being cool with her and forgive her in time. He's not really one to hold grudges for the most part. He takes the offered hand and straightens, getting to his feet.]

Not sure things could get all that much weirder than the whole other dimensions and stuff back home. I guess that's not too surprising? There were, however, many different Pete's around at headquarters or whatever.

[He pulls his mask back on, figuring they should probably try and progress through this maze.]
justbefore: (amused)

[personal profile] justbefore 2025-06-25 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, disappointing. ]

Yes, I suppose I am. [ She'll give him that much, she'll always make the choice to be cruel. ] And I don't need things from you. [ A beat, Sahar hums. ] It's like that billionaire roommate of yours; could he give enough money to charity to be as poor as you and your friends are? Of course. But why would he do that when he knows exactly how to maximize what he has and how to get more?

Rich, no matter the specifics of the currency, is a mindset, boy. [ With an enigmatic smile that doesn't quite meet her glowing eyes, she tips her head back and floats slightly higher in the air. ] Your Akechi knows how to play this game a bit more adeptly. I suggest you learn from him.
tempeststorm: (Neutral)

[personal profile] tempeststorm 2025-06-25 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sync didn’t require kindness - life certainly had given him a shortage of it. If Ace said as much, the teen probably would have bristled, thinking it was pity instead.

That chuckle has him wondering what, exactly, the other was thinking, but it wasn’t directed at him so… not as important a point, then. ‘Fighting for others’ though… stupid.

But Sync had already made his thoughts known on that, and any further voicing of them would just stoke the fire simmering beneath his surface.

As for Ace’s warning

The teen crosses his arms, unamused.]


That’s if you’re slow enough to let them hit.

[A glimpse, maybe, into his own past moniker and speed. Sure, punches hurt, but only if you let it. He was used to physical pain, able to let it glance off of him like oil to water and yet… sometimes it hurt deeper.]
formerabyssinian: (Aya: pourquoi?)

Arrival

[personal profile] formerabyssinian 2025-06-25 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aya, who had stayed away from the food because it looks strange, is standing away from the tables, quietly judging how anyone could eat something so...bizarre. He simply opts for a drink. At least it being colorful is normal.

When he's approached by another unfortunate soul who's been kidnapped, Aya is mid sip. He swallows his drink before answering.]


Depends on what you want to know.
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-25 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Little cheerful moth squeaks tumbled forth, Valentino hardly aware he was making them, committing this moment to memory. Over the decades it was easy to forget just how much sight he'd really lost. And of all the Sins to give it back for even a moment, Lust.

"Always wanted to see your Ring in person," he admitted easily, added those details to his mental picture, while his image of Asmodeus himself softened some from what he'd modelled himself after. Seems he hadn't quite hit the mark.