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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

diana_abel: (Sly)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-05-17 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Diana shrugged. "I've always been accused of being left-leaning," she replied with a wry smile. Too liberal. Too bleeding heart. She didn't care. "Might as well stick with what's worked for me."

And she nodded to the left.

But waited for him to go first. The way she figured it, she'd caught him in a vulnerable moment. Spike--actually, most vampires, not just Spike--would want the chance to reassert their certainty, their courage, their toughness.

Who was she to deny him the opportunity?
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comments are collapsed so no more cut text but MOVE WITH CAUTION

[personal profile] maellum 2025-05-17 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Generally, nothing is okay. Everything has gone wrong, off the rails in ways Maelle could have never imagined, from the beach to the Monolith. And yet with Gustave, whole and alive and holding her, she doesn't care. This is all she needs.

Even through the tears, he makes her laugh. Even if just a little.

She has him back.

Reluctantly, she leans back, just enough to see his face. She can't help by glance down, looking for any sign of injury despite hugging him so tightly. It's like nothing ever happened.]


Do you remember?

[She hopes he doesn't know what she's referring to. That would make everything so much easier.]
undertheweight: (judging?)

dressed in white

[personal profile] undertheweight 2025-05-17 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[For all intents and purposes, the male looks like a human--if you ignore the burning red eyes, and the faint hint of sulfur lurking beneath the expensive cologne he wears. Wrathion is...unamused, but his ire is not directed at the elf. By the gash on his cheek, he's run into something here, and his scimitar is bare and in hand. He's stepped back; once she's stopped, he's not inclined to restrain her further.]

She is not what she seems. Be wary. This place--this maze, especially--is full of tricks.

[He's found that out to his detriment, but he's still alive and angry about the newfound knowledge, so there's still hope and a realm of possibilities.]

Probably best to walk away. Shall we?

[He offers a hand, then, though honestly with all he's said, he wouldn't be surprised if he were rebuffed.]
friendstime: ([G] Begging for help.)

[personal profile] friendstime 2025-05-17 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gentarou is trying desperately to grab at the air where his friend should be, swiping through the image like he's waving through a reflection. When he hears the voices, he turns and immediately falls back on his butt, surprised by the pair of larvae. ]

UWAH! [ Half a second later, the shock fades and is replaced by amazement. ]

Did- are you talking to me?

[ Okay, okay, so he found someone to help! ]

Hey, can you help me?! Do you have a phone? We need to get an ambulance! My friend- he's hurt- I don't know what happened, but I need to get him to a doctor!

[ He gestures at the empty space next to him, expecting the two newcomers to see someone lying there. ]
deprime: (pic#17850077)

Feeling on Hedge

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
because lol this is one hell of a spoiler if there ever was one
[ Good sense should have sent him running the other direction, like he'd promised Maelle he would. Good sense, maybe, but Gustave wasn't thinking about good sense right now. He was thinking about Maelle, and he was hoping these... fae weren't lying when they claimed to need them all and that they wouldn't let them all just kill each other in this maze before the night was over.

All of it could have been wishful thinking.

If this ended the same way, well, shame on him for trying, but Gustave wasn't going to tuck tail and run this time. He couldn't.
]

Hey. [ If there was time for pride, his voice was even enough to facing down this man who had wiped out almost everyone he knew in a matter of seconds. This man who... ] Listen to me. [ Less of a command and more of just an appeal. Father to... whoever this man was. Surely he'd had children once (and oh, the irony...) ] Leave her alone. Let her live or I'll find a way to make our time [ and he gestures around, at this maze, for the general sense of this imprisonment by the fae ] here? As hard for you as I can figure out how to make it.

[ Threatening this guy wasn't good sense either, but in case the nice part didn't work, it might have been worth a shot. ]
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[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-17 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Part of her wondered if he realized how dangerous that smile was. He didn't seem to. Curious, she thought, tracing the lines on his face with her eyes, noting the hollows where dark circles lay and a scar that was still healing along his neck. His clothes, too, seemed worn, as though he'd —

His clothes. His uniform. A cold sort of dread washed over Clea, and she inhaled sharply at the sight of 33 clearly emblazoned on his arm. This was an Expeditioner, one who had been traveling with Maelle.

She really needed that second shot. Clea was quick to follow his lead, hoping this brief, shared moment would be enough to cover that reaction from before. ]
Aren't we meant to have something with these? [ While he claimed the gold had been better, Clea's expression was still pinched, the taste lingering unpleasantly. She grabbed the shot glass with the red liquid next, not waiting for Gustave before downing that one, too. ]
deprime: (pic#17850073)

The Hedge: Turning Left

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Gustave's thought had been similar though he'd chosen to hug the right wall through the maze. His fingers brushed the foliage as he walked, trying to keep his bearings as he was dwarfed by the hedge walls that almost seemed to stretch up into the night sky. It was almost pretty in the way the Continent had been, wild and surreal, as if the world itself was dreaming, impossible things coming to life right in front of their eyes.

This wasn't a dream — it didn't feel like one. All Gustave felt was this oppressive darkness accompanied by the somber sobs of a woman deeper in the twisting maze. "Can you hear me?" There was no way for him to know the wailing wasn't a person as he pressed on, brow knit in concern as he wove through the hedges, chasing the sound.

"Lune?"

That hadn't been the sight he expected, not this deep in the maze, not as he was following the disembodied cries of some unseen mourner off the path he had told himself to follow. "Who are — Made it?" Gustave looked, but there was no one else here. Maybe he was hallucinating all of this. Maybe this all was... No. He swallowed hard and kept himself from walking down that path. "Who are you talking to?"

dessendre: (pic#17850514)

—geis, @nevron | avoiding spoilers but lmk if you're good through act iii!

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-17 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Neither Verso nor Maelle seem to remember meeting with her, which leads Clea to believe — to hope — that Lune will be the same. There's only one way to find out, though. ]

You never said how they reacted. [ She is, actually, curious. ] Were they terribly disappointed?
inherlight: (Wide eyed stare)

[personal profile] inherlight 2025-05-17 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sudden hand on her shoulder made her heart jump into her throat, not expecting any company. Koh whips around to see a man standing behind her, her pale eyes instantly taking note of his glowing red eyes. At first she thought he might be a drow like her, bit nothing else fits the description of her kin. Despite the weapon in his hand... he seemed kind enough. The cleric offered a soft smile in thanks.]

I'm starting to realize that myself. I swear the path I take keeps changing behind me. Makes navigating this place impossible.

[When he offered her his hand, she paused, looking at it a bit confused. Oh... well this was a gesture she wasn't too accustomed to. Not many folk would trustingly give an under elf a helping hand. And she almost took it.

Midway through the motion, the cut on his cheek distracted her, hand pausing in place.
]

Oh, you're hurt. Do you need me to patch you up? I'm a cleric by trade.
betenoir: (Pensive)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-17 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Spoilers Inside!
[Renoir is looking into the well when he hears unfamiliar steps, troubled by the return of his eldest. Decades have passed since they saw each other. Decades of failure to serve his purpose as her father. Decades of realising he is as much a failure as his namesake.

He continues staring into the well and the illusion of their family home shining at the bottom. Why does his son refuse to see that in another world, where their family are almost together, there are new avenues for him to explore?

How many times must his sisters suffer? How many times must their family suffer?

He inhales and grounds himself, one hand seizing his cane from against the well. His mind steels itself while he turns around and bears himself, returning to proper posture and form.

And he sees her.

He refuses to elaborate or enquire, to keep that burden off her shoulders, when he sees what she has endured. Instead, he opens himself emotionally, makes himself vulnerable in a way he cannot act around others.]


We exchanged words. [Both hands grip his cane. His fingers tighten around the handle while it bears all his weight.] It is good to see you.

[That is all he shares. Because it is necessary to suppress his emotions about seeing her again. It is his duty.]
ferrokinetics: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (014)

[personal profile] ferrokinetics 2025-05-17 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
i'm actually surprised no one has yet
ferrokinetics: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (004)

[personal profile] ferrokinetics 2025-05-17 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, that completely re-contextualizes this. ]

why? what did your dad and husband do to you?
deprime: (pic#17850080)

seriously. BEWARE OF SPOILERS lol.

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Generally, maybe, but getting her to laugh, even now, is something that makes all the rest of it feel like it could be okay again. A small victory in the grand scheme of it all, but Gustave cherishes it just the same.

Pushing her hair away from her face, Gustave doesn't miss the way she looks at him as if expecting to see the wounds he'd already checked for, or the red seeping into his uniform.

Gustave thinks about his answer to that question, shaking off the memory of her face, wide-eyed and terrified, cheeks splattered with his own blood. It was hard to forget, but he didn't want that to take up the time they had.
]

Yeah, [ because he ultimately decides on the truth. ] Yeah, I remember.
ferrokinetics: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (87)

[personal profile] ferrokinetics 2025-05-17 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Deeply entrenched in her own grief, Lorna didn't notice Erik at first and continues to try and breathe life into "Marcos" while she cradles him. It looks and feels so real that it truly doesn't register to her that this might be one of their tricks like the jersey devil she had to fight earlier.

But when Erik utters those words and his fingers squeeze her shoulder briefly, reality comes back for a bit and Lorna looks up, tears rolling down her cheeks. ]


How do you - [ Her brows furrow as she looks down at "Marcos" and then back at Erik in disbelief. ] How do you know this isn't real?
betenoir: (Distance)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-17 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
equipping the baguette
[Renoir offers nothing in response except to stare: that same cold and calculating glance he had levelled at the expedition when they had landed on the beach. His mind is already thinking ahead to what will emerge from this encounter.

Because upon seeing this man alive, his thoughts had turned towards leveraging the bond he had observed. Between this man who considered himself a father and a girl who deserved everything and nothing.

The girl his son had told him was alive in this place.

In which case, he knows better than anyone how good sense would never have him running in the other direction. The pleading, the bargaining, the threats? They all roll off his back for the sake of those he is alive to protect.]


Tell her to stay away from the others.

[Verso. Clea.]

Because I will not tolerate her if she is going to interfere.
undertheweight: (little old me?)

[personal profile] undertheweight 2025-05-17 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It's nothing. Likely better to save your magic in case we run into something...

[At least he's familiar with what a cleric is! Wrathion gestures to the weeping woman in white. She does not appear to be able to see him, but it seems as if the gesture incites her to violence, where movement did nothing before.

When the white-clad woman lunges, so does he--directly at her, lifting his scimitar to fend off the clawlike fingers. Wrathion is quick enough, but he's a bit busy pushing her away and protecting both himself and his new ally to be in the presence of mind to conjure anything that might help him. It seems he and the fae are in a stalemate, for the moment. He grunts.]


I would not mind a hand now, however! She's stronger than she looks!
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[personal profile] jermastrat 2025-05-17 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Like what? Eat? ... Mingle?

[Someone here has missed the entire purpose of attending a goddamn party, among many, many other things.]

There would have been, but apparently nobody else appreciates the entertainment value of a duel. I tried, you wouldn't believe how offended they were. [Nobody hits each other for fun anymore and that's a travesty. If it looks like he's sulking... He is. He absolutely is.] ... Bunch of pussies.

[If it were possible for a featureless helm to still somehow convey the idea of a blank look, Gabriel was doing an excellent job of it right now, staring back at Angel.]

... What? What, I don't have time to memorize all the nuances of mortal culture. Do you have any idea how many named categories of food they have? It's at least more than five, you don't need that many.

[He says that, but he's eying up that plate like a seagull catching sight of some unattended french fries.]

... Are they any good?
lutin: (no confidence)

CW: murders, starvation, freezing to death

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-17 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
i

[She can’t exactly say that she stopped a robbery and that her family, husband, the gang or someone adjacent would probably kill her if they found her. She can’t talk about her life in Paris. Not to a nice lady. Not to someone proper.]

i did something bad. They are furious with me. I think if they find me it shall end in murder. Mine. And it is ok. The cold or hunger would finish me soon. But it is better to be out of the way here i think. There’s food and people what give you pretty dresses here.
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[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-17 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Verso may struggle when it comes to trust, but if he is going to have faith in anyone, it ought to be Maelle. She's the reason he had any hope in this Expedition to begin with. The trouble is, Gustave is exactly the right person to use to mislead her, so while Verso does trust that she believes what she saw, he's never going to trust the ones with the power to mess with their heads.

Or, perhaps, he just doesn't want to accept this as a possibility. The risk of consequences are around every corner, it seems, but he needs to remain calm. The natural fear that Gustave's presence could ruin their mission is hard to shake, given he has yet to experience the future Maelle's told him of. Even if there is no more mission for the Paintress to consider, there's Maelle to consider. Her real life to return to. She can't stay here.

But, Maelle now has every reason to avoid any desire to return. She believes there's nothing for her after the Gommage, of course, and now who's here to welcome here? The one person in their party that Verso had accurately labeled a threat to success.

Fuck. ]


It's hard to believe, but I trust you.

[ His smile is uncertain, awkward, with another dodgy glance cast over her shoulder before he focuses back on her.

She's been crying...

The pang in his heart may not be entirely because of what this risks for their return, or the guilt, but something far more selfish. ]


Can't imagine how this must feel for you. You must be happy. Or...that's probably an understatement.
lementeur: (058)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-17 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that's...troubling. It doesn't bode well for thinking on an expedient exit. He can't imagine having to attend several of these parties, wondering what faces from his past are going to appear and point accusingly in his direction.

Only slightly paler, he clears his throat and shifts his weight. ]


Does that mean nobody's succeeded in escaping? Has anyone managed to fight against those in charge? It's hard to imagine everyone just...going along with this.
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[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-17 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
:(
[ The act is enough to temporarily quiet any wildlife scurrying about them, if for but a moment. To anyone else, the striking of that cane would be imposing, even frightening. But as he watches Renoir leaning into the cane, Verso sees someone who's tired. Tired of fighting his family.

Verso can relate.

He knows better than to think this is all it takes, but maybe it's a step in the right direction. Without the promise of Aline at his side, without Alicia in quiet compliance, he has less to lean on. Instead, there's just Verso, and while it could be easy to accept this as the end, he refuses to. Maelle still has something to return to, even if she doesn't know it, and for Verso?

His half-smile is more of a grimace, tinged with a weary pain. ]


I accept it.

[ Beyond that, he hopes for it. ]

Can you?
haram: (🩸𝟑𝟎𝟎.)

ii. IN THE MAZE 👁👄👁

[personal profile] haram 2025-05-17 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "There are worse things out tonight than vampires."

As it turns out, Lestat is (shockingly) not the only vampire out here this evening to have come to just that very conclusion: that these conditions simply could not be any more perfect, any more opportune, for partaking in the customary revelry of a hunt.

Tonight, it would seem, now officially belongs to the predators— to all those hunters and ghouls who've been gathered here alongside their would-be quarry almost as their equals within this pointless captivity.

It does still remain to be seen, however, whether or not these bloodthirsty Unseelie beings truly could, somehow, be worse than vampires; so few things ever are, but perhaps Armand's eagerness to hunt is also somewhat blinding him against taking them more seriously as a threat.

Their appearance feels almost serendipitous, if anything: the perfect shield behind which to consume his fill without needing to spare much thought towards being discovered. To even entertain the notion that any of the attacks occurring (and those still yet to occur, because after all, the night has only just begun) tonight could have come at the hands of anything other than this unholy litter of monsters currently roaming the maze like minotaurs, would clearly be the very height of paranoid, superstitious foolishness— a veritable modern day witch-hunt, even.

Armand is so unconcerned about being caught out that he might as well have already gotten away with it, so of course it's only natural he should thereafter immediately end up crossing paths with someone unexpectedly... or at least it might have been, were he human, but unless they're asleep, vampires are almost impossible to sneak up on, which means he should have been able to hear them coming easily.

Why didn't he, then?

Upon turning, Armand thinks at first — assumes, hopes, dreads — what he's seeing must only be an illusion, because after all, the Fae are well-known for being shapeshifters, are they not? And he surely can't really be staring at who it now looks like is standing there, surely not, when all this time he's been here... alone.

It's the cruelest possible mockery of wishful thinking, yet still he knows better than to truly believe that this man who he's staring down wildly could be anyone other than Lestat: the man, myth, and legend himself, right here in the flesh and blood. The senses don't lie— Armand feels his presence there as strongly as he always has; he can hear him now, faintly, as one hears a voice coming from another room, or the indistinct crackle of a distant radio playing; he smells him on the air, sharp and spiced like perfume or wine or blood, like the tinny edge of static building up before a storm; and so many other things, countless things, big and small and horribly, magnificently familiar, of which Armand feels certain not even the most accomplished of changelings could ever imitate.

Armand is rarely found at a loss for words (so savor this moment while you can, Lestat) but has remained as completely still and silent as a painting, eyes blazing like lanterns in the growing darkness. Then he simply bares his fangs, though not as a threat so much as a means to convey that they've both entered the maze for much the same reason.
]
Edited 2025-05-17 18:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-17 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'Healthy' isn't an adjective often used in relation to him, even if he can regenerate from almost any injury. Cale usually hears things like 'weak', 'frail', and 'feeble'.

It's actually kind of nice not to have his assurances immediately rejected. ]


...I don't think so? [ Cale looks over at Sophia, scrutinizing her. ] How old are you, Sophia?
meforsaken: (- 59.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-05-17 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
lots of other gods! i'm just one of many :)
meforsaken: (- 03.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-05-17 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
and i shall have fun with it! we might as well, hm?