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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

figureskated: (Amused2)

[personal profile] figureskated 2025-05-18 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I have to agree with you."

The 90's were a lot in his own life, a girlfriend here or there, being a young firefighter, meeting Marcy near the end of the decade, a lot.

As far as what's in the carafe, he has his suspicions, but he isn't bringing it up just yet.

"Have you been here long?"
maellum: (Default)

why is this so cute already

[personal profile] maellum 2025-05-18 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Confusing, but Maelle thinks she understands. Lumiere was where she was born and raised, but it never quite felt like home. Not in the same way it did for everyone else. You can breathe and exist in a place and not feel like you live there.

She follows Akechi, only glancing at the passerby before looking back to him. There's a crease in her brow that deepens the more he explains. It goes from bad to worse. Important tasks.]


Has anyone challenged them?

[... not that she would or could, alone.]
kingkingcxiii: No Turning Back (No Turning Back)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-05-18 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Regis can't help but be both surprised and touched at the young man's concern. It'd hadn't been expected from a complete stranger, but it's welcome nonetheless. The young man must be someone after his own heart.

Still, they don't have time to argue about who is best suited to be a distraction. Already the manananggal is making a circle around the shield, trying to find a way into the glittering dome, and Regis really doesn't want to give it time to figure out digging might work. It'd been bad enough when the annoying, but not deadly, mini-Narcisos had done in earlier in the month.]


Does your world have healing magic? Mine does, so I have us covered if someone gets injured, but I have no plans on letting that happen. I'll stay close to you in case something does happen either of us, though. I have no idea if the legs can fight back like the top can.
figureskated: (My house my rules)

[personal profile] figureskated 2025-05-18 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Nope, Bobby wouldn't buy that, not for a second. His voice is calm, like he's done this thousands of times. He assumes, from the shoulder roll that's where the problem is.

"Are they in your shoulder? Do you mind if I take a look?" He should be able to at least say how bad it is and if it can be fixed easily.
kingkingcxiii: Mustachio (Mustachio)

GEIS (UN: KingDad)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-05-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
The unfortunate truth it is, they probably already know anything you could tell them, but that doesn't preclude them from at least trying to be clever about it.

[After first arriving, Regis had gotten into the habit of introducing himself by his nickname instead of his real one, but his real name had ended up on his dorm door nonetheless.]

It's really annoyingly lazy on their parts.
kingkingcxiii: Look Forward (Look Forward)

The party

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-05-18 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
In the end, it's the blood spattered on her apron that draws Regis' attention to her when she is obviously trying to not attract it, but between that and her pale face, Regis can't help but worry she has been injured at some point during the party. While he hasn't gone into the maze himself yet, one would have to be deaf not to hear the yelling and screeching that sometimes issues from it. One would also have to be deaf not to hear the concerned muttering that breaks out among the guests when that happens.

Regis approaches the young lady with a relaxed smile. If she truly doesn't want to be bothered, he can ask his question and leave. On the other hand, if she doesn't mind a little chat, he might be able to warn her about some of the things to come.

"Pardon me for the intrusion, but you haven't been injured tonight, have you?"
sod_off: (Spike 39)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-18 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Stories aren't always true as well, mate." Spike murmured as he pulled out his box of cigarettes. Bringing one to his mouth, the box was replaced with his lighter. Just letting the other take it all in. Although Spike chuckled around his cig with the exclamation.

"Sounds about right. Brain still working there, or you need more time?"
sod_off: (Spike 14)

^^

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-18 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Been here a few months now. Including the last two parties like this." Spike replied, giving the other a look-over. "It's impossible not to hear her when she wants you to. She'll speak in your brain if she has to."
lementeur: (035)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-18 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ He should be just as elated that she is, but of course it can never be that simple. Of course, he's glad that she's not having to suffer for once, but this complicates...so much. Verso isn't ignorant to how this may shift the dynamics of their little group, either. While his mind is already racing ahead on what can be done with this, how to still make this work for him, his heart has stumbled right into the trenches, already scuffed and bruised.

Just talking about Gustave seems ready to set her bursting to happy tears again. There's a twitch as he lifts his hand as though tempted to brush any stray dampness from her cheek, but checks himself at the last minute to casually fold his arms while he tilts his head with a seemingly earnest curiosity, smiling right back. ]


Oh yeah? You'll have to give me some tips on making a good first impression. Is he a fan of moody poetry? Cat jokes?
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

II.

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2025-05-18 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely nothing about Andrew Jaeger implies he needs to be protected, aside from the very slight favoring of his right leg. He's a literal wall of a man, significantly over six feet tall with broad shoulders and chest, his graying (?) dark hair cut military short and his posture almost stiff with care and caution. If he's 40, it's a hard-lived 40 that's left him stern and somber, all the bearing of an old soldier.

And he's certainly not going to leave a kid to defend his exit. Jaeger takes in the situation with steady blue-gray eyes, his frown deepening as he registers the source of the weeping.

As if he hadn't known it would be some sort of ruse or lure. He looks to Edwin, extends a hand. Glittering steel blades erupt in a spray, following the fire, and Jaeger moves to retreat, though not without his new companion.

"Go, go," he rasps, his voice low and rough as gravel from a scarred throat.
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[personal profile] digophelia 2025-05-18 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps not so much deaf to hear the screeching, but perhaps mad, Alice would say. She has no real reaction to the shriek. In between, her real hallucinations finally relenting (and not so much her desperate attempt to compartmentalize), random shrieks could be heard at the asylum. Alice's responses are delayed, as she quietly takes note of those around her.

The muttering and the stranger's question are confirmation that it isn't just her imagining sounds. From the outside, Alice is awkward and maybe even a little sullen. Inwardly, her mind is racing, and her hunger isn't helping it. Slowly, she acknowledges him, finally, with a terse expression. It can't be helped, Alice will always be wary of strangers, especially men.

Though, Alice still retains her manners. Quietly, she shakes her head, “No,” At least she didn't think so. No random aches or bruises confirm as much. All because Alice can also find herself with either, “This is--” she mulls it over in hear head, because she isn't about to explain Wonderland to anyone. Never again, she vows. “-- from elsewhere.”

Alice, who is so desperate to be seen as anything but insane, is now dawning in the realization her apron isn't helping. “I had to defend myself.”
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[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-18 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Not helpful, but Spike doesn't say that. Instead he keeps close to the creature, ducking as it lashes out with its head and a clawed arm. Coming back up with another solid punch, this time to the body, Spike also grabs one of those clawed arms. Moving and shifting to pick up the thing and toss it further away down the path from them.

"Heh. Not so tough." He murmurs, smirking. Whatever it is, the beastie seems stunned for a few at least.
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[personal profile] maellum 2025-05-18 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[There's another laugh from Maelle. It's almost painful, laughing so much after so much despair. Talking about Gustave always hurt, and some part of her still expects to feel the twist in her heart. It's there, but it's something full of warmth and adoration rather than sorrow.]

Oh, he's as silly as you are. You'll make him laugh. Just... [Then, some of the mirth leaves her expression.] Just tell him who you are, Verso. Be honest.

[Not his strongest trait, she knows, but there's no need to lie or deceive here. It's all over and done.]

He'll see what I see.
gwenhwyfar: (Auios auiettos auios auiei)

the party

[personal profile] gwenhwyfar 2025-05-18 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ There have been countless times when Gwenhwyfar had found herself in a similar situation, The moments that she found herself overcome with rage (or grief), trembling and her vision going red. It felt like her whole body was being torn up from the inside. Blood seeping through her scalp, ears, nostrils, and bloody tears.

And each and every time, she found herself left with an unstable hunger that could never be filled.

It's strange to see it on the other side when it had been her friends and loved ones trying to restrain her from losing control to her demonic half. Unfortunately, she's not equipped with the social graces to offer proper comfort. Witnessing this lets her put aside her own panic (and eventual rage), to stare. She offers the same advice as she would her own kind, as a half-demon-- ]


Find something to quell your hunger before it gets worse.

[ At least she's assuming this girl has a similar affliction. ]
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Andrew Jaeger | Original Character

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2025-05-18 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
》The Party

Jaeger is so distressed by his sudden circumstances, he's got a half-drunk flute of champagne in his hand before he's able to really register what's happened, or what he's just done.

Cold rain, leather, and blood. The stink of gasoline, the rumble of engines. Gunshots and the sizzle of magic fired off in bursts of fire and lightning and metal. Pain and panic. But this is his life now, isn't it? And very possibly his death.

And then...this. How much of it is real? The wine is fizzy and vaguely metallic in his mouth, and it comes with a sinking feeling rather than any sort of alcoholic warmth.

He's a big man in his early forties, solid and steady in most circumstances with close-cropped graying hair. Hard lines and an ugly scar coiled around his neck speak of hard years, and more than a few brushes with some very grim circumstances.

But this isn't most circumstances, even for Jaeger, and he's still half in shock. It doesn't get any better as the fae woman makes her speech, and the look on his face is just short of lost. He still clutches the wine glass in his hand, a tiny relic of grim reality, but it's mostly forgotten and after the folly of drinking once, he makes no move to drink further.

"Talent and skill..."

》Feeling On Hedge

He should know better, but with the hedge maze looming over him, Jaeger downs the suspiciously golden shot just for the warmth that suffuses his bones.at this point, it's moot, right? It's all moot. He's already crossed the line, there won't be any extra seasons in hell for further indulgence.

This is more in his usual purpose than the party was, at least. Though foreboding in its own way, at least it's something familiar. It's a predator's restless need to keep moving, to engage, and there's a sort of comfort in motion. In being able to react, respond.

There might be others. There might be threats. He's ready for either, though the magic in his head twists and slides around unfamiliar lines, a profound sense of...not wrongness, exactly, but...alien? Foreign at the very least. The power here tastes strange and he's going to have to be careful.

And he is. Stepping with a caution appropriate to his size and weight, mindful of the twists and turns. Keep going left, keep going left...until he's stopped dead by what he encounters.

"Oh."

》Can't Unseelie It

The shriek that pierces the night has every hair on Jaeger's neck standing up, a primal and naked response that shoots through him and urges him to turn, to run.

That's probably not going to help. It doesn't usually, and the big man's gaze darts around, searching for options. He doesn't particularly want to see the horror that made that horrible sound, but he has a feeling he's going to anyway, so he...might just as well be prepared.

The skeins of a spell gather around him, an almost subliminal shimmer in the air. Fight, or run? He's got to make a decision quick, because if nothing else he's not just going to stand there and be torn apart.
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[personal profile] taleofthe 2025-05-18 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Hawke would be more appreciative of the fact that someone’s shouting and coming to intervene, but she’s a little more focused on trying to pry the vengeful woman off her bloody throat, both hands yanking on her wrists. (She’s trying not to think about her mother, about how cold she’d been, about the fact that she’d been forced into a white dress too much like the one her attacker is wearing. It would have been too easy for her mother to have done what this creature is trying to do.)

“Why is everything always trying to kill me,” she chokes out, as her rescuer grabs her attacker and hauls her away, wrenching the hands off her throat, nails leaving ragged gashes in their wake. Hawke coughs, draws in a gasp of breath. “Careful!” she warns. She doesn’t want him to get caught the way she was. She draws one of the daggers she’d arrived in this place with. “I really hope these things are able to be killed.”
Edited 2025-05-18 04:13 (UTC)
viennoiseries: (Terraquake)

no worries, I am good through act iii!

[personal profile] viennoiseries 2025-05-18 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[She knows not...

Well. Lune notes the username. An interest of the messenger, perhaps. Similar to her own.]


They were.

Maybe it sounds cliche, but it really would have been easier if they were angry. You can argue and fight with angry. Open discourse with a clear resolution. But disappointment...

I just knew I'd let them down, and I didn't want to do it again.
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[personal profile] victus 2025-05-18 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Prying into what, exactly, Mel was referring to seemed like an overstep. Viktor had never been close with the Councilwoman — in fact, they'd spoken only a handful of times, never quite directly, always with Jayce acting as a mediator. Even now, Viktor stood apart from her. Once, he suspected, it was because he was Zaunite. Now —

Well. ]


I see. [ Calm. Even. And then he's moving past her, using his staff more like a walking stick than anything resembling a weapon. ] You are welcome to join me, if you like. [ It was an offer free of expectation. Viktor wasn't going to linger, though. Not here. ]
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[personal profile] inherlight 2025-05-18 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Iblith!

[A swear slipped from her lips as the woman suddenly lunged at her companion, flinching back a bit. Gods, that would have been her if the man hadn't stopped her. But Koh didn't dwell on that thought too long. Before he could finish his breath, the cleric already had her sword and shield in hand.

Raising her weapon above her head, the intricate drowic script that ran along its blade flashed gold. Radiant magic struck the veiled woman from above, causing her to shrek yanking back her hands. Taking advantage of the opening, Koh stepped forward to bash the creature with her shield to shove it backwards, giving the pair some breathing room. Planting herself between the woman and her companion, the cleric held a defensive position. If it was going to charge again, they would have to go through her first.
]

Are you okay? [Koh lets herself glance back at him for a moment to check on him.] What do you suggest? She's alone, I think we can take her if we work together.
lementeur: (008)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-18 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't feel very silly right now, or honest, or...anything she might hope him to be. He may have worked hard to cultivate a relationship with her, to get her to see him as someone that she could rely on, but actually hearing her suggest that she sees him as someone worthy, that Gustave will see that, leaves him feeling like there are needles in his chest.

But he brushes past that, like he so often does, offering a half-hearted tease while he lifts his chin and cocks a hip as though posing for a portrait. ]


You mean, a dashing hero type with impeccable wit?
soulsighting: DNS (05)

party, also i'm only on act 2 but i'm okay with spoilers for act 3 c:

[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-05-18 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[There were many Adopted at the party, but Verso stood out. That attire, and overall appearance caught their eye, but they paid no mind toward the beginning of the party. However, that seems to change much later in the night -- being approached from the corner of their eye. Quietly watching the other man approach them with a charming smile, which doesn't really work on Caelus. They were quite friendly, regardless of the charm or not.

Verso's words make their head wings flutter, which might look uncomfortable, given the thorns etched in the crown of their head and around their head wings. There's blood dripping from the head wings, but it seems to dissipate mid fall as they turn their head around to finally face Verso eye to eye.]


I've been here for way too long -- this is the third party.

[Pained chuckle as the realization of how long they've been here sets in again. They ignore it in place of greeting a potential friend.]

If you have any questions, ask away.
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yesssss muwaha

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-18 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good. One less complication. ]

What is expectation but the guide by which we might reach perfection?

[ This one is interesting. She's surprised by that. ]

It made you stronger. That is all that matters.
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[personal profile] maellum 2025-05-18 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Again, she laughs. It's a warm sound.]

You did save me.

[On the cliff, that horrific day. She hasn't forgotten that--and won't, even with Gustave returned to her. Verso is far from perfect, but maybe he's just the product of a complicated family. Much of it still doesn't make sense to her, and so many things said by the Paintress sends a chill down her spine if she dwells on them, but she can't. Not now.]

You're one of us. [She motions to his armband. Hers, given to him. Disaster Expedition indeed.] After all we've been through, I think we're as good as family.

[Her expression softens. She has her brother back, but Verso doesn't have his sister. It's not fair. He must feel some sort of way about that.]

You have us.
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[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-18 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
real men hug esquie

[Believing in the future drives him forward. Because the future is all he wants to leave his children. Better they live to see it than to have no chance of living. Hearing his life ends in failure only makes him more determined to give them the opportunity to thrive.

But in thinking about his situation, he begins thinking about the solution. If Verso will involve himself once more to defend that girl, there is someone else he can approach to solve the problem.]


I didn't come to fight. [He attempts to diffuse the situation, so he can later act without resistance.] Just ensure you offer them the same advice.

[It doesn't even occur to him to question why he cannot accept the truth.]
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[personal profile] viennoiseries 2025-05-18 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
It takes time for her attention to turn to Gustave. In another time, she could have kept more composure. Right now, though? Lune's expression twists. She might as well be looking at a ghost. Seeing the dead is a new sort of terrible. Sure, the continent is littered with the remains of her predecessors. But she could be numb to that.

This? This is surrounding her with the dead in a way she doesn't know how to deal with. Here she is, the woman who decided people who left on a suicide mission were just fine out there. And she's trying to hug a vision of the last survivors of their expedition to herself while the man they'd certainly lost...

"Gustave?" Too many thoughts and emotions at once. Should she be relieved? Angry? Suspicious of a trick? In a way, it's easier to believe in friends bleeding out than it is to accept that he is alive. So she gets a little mean. "...No. I don't have time for distractions. If you were really here, you'd try to help. Gustave would help."

Even if Lune snapped at him sometimes.