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pixieledmemes2025-03-15 08:32 am
Test Drive Meme #2
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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 a garden party at the crack of dawn, with the sun still in its early stages of climbing through the yonder, casting a good mix of pastel hues of blue, pink, and beige on everything. Heralding the first day of spring, the Ruler of the Spring Court has found it fitting to arrange this gathering where guests can feel the blades of grass touching their ankles, as well as the rich soil beneath their feet. Flowers of all kinds surround the party as if they were carefully curated. With spring as the "dawn of seasons," which marks a transition from winter's latency to the resurgence of life everywhere, the Ruler of the Dawn Court has also seen it fit to host aspects of this party during the one time of the year that dawn occurs the whole day. Tall candles and torches grace the outskirts of the garden party, providing warmth and an orange glow everywhere. Not one flame goes out even with the occasional wind, the Duchess always makes sure of this.
There are also freshly picked blossoms and branches with leaves on every table accenting the festive spread of food and drinks. This time, a lot of the food prepared for the Adopted guests are familiar to them with a little bit of a twist. Burgers might come in small packages and in toothpicks, while hotdogs in buns are also diminutive. Cookies look delectable but they have a flowery flavor to them, as if eating freshly picked daisies or daffodils. Fruits that may have been present in an Adopted's home, such as pineapples and watermelons, have seeds in odd places. Picking this selection of food is an attempt to be more welcoming and to appease the lovely guests the fae have invited.
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.
A party is not complete without dancing, of course, and while during the last gathering held for the Adopted, different fae danced to music exclusively for them around a glowing tree, this time they are insisting their guests to join in.
This is a party for you, after all.
If the prodding of the different fae hosts won't convince you, perhaps the music will. They play easily recognizable tunes that their wonderful guests must have heard before. These melodies have certain unique effects to their mortal attendees, which are as follows:
- Upbeat Music: You will believe that you and your dance partner have been friends forever and have known each other a long time.
- Romantic Music: You will become amorous and flirtatious towards your dance partner.
- Slow Music: You will develop some tension with your dance partner. It may be negative or sexual; completely up to you.
- Quiet Music: You will assume your dance partner is a threat and try to fight them.
At the Spring King's behest, every Adopted should wear a flower corsage or boutonnière to the gathering. After all, this is to celebrate the coming of spring and what better way to do that than to honor everything in bloom.
The thing is, though, the King of Spring, while amorous and friendly, also has a penchant for playing with mortals' memories, if not also affect their desires and despairs.
So, mischievous as he is, he made sure to enchant the different flowers present in every corsage and boutonnière for the party with the effects below:
- Rose: You will recall a horrific trauma
- Carnation: You will see a vision of your future, whether it's good or bad
- Orchid: You will remember a time you lost someone
- Chrysanthemum: You will believe someone among the Adopted is your soulmate
- Dahlia: You will believe you betrayed someone important to you, whether you actually did or not
It is perhaps a good thing that no one but the Adopted are allowed to see these visions and memories, but everyone who wears a corsage or boutonnière will be able to see each other's memories and visions when in close enough physical proximity to the vision-haver, for better or for worse.
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.
Tell us all of a time you gave someone a gift. Perhaps a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates. Was it appreciated or not? A reward might await the most meaningful gift given.
Ran 'Aya' Fujimiya | Weiß Kreuz
The Party
[Waking up in strange places he's never been to isn't what gets Aya's haunches up. He's used to that. It's the waking up to a party. In his honor?
Absolutely not. It's definitely giving Eszett vibes.
Having come from crashing a wedding at a place as luxurious as this, Aya is...under dressed. His sword is stowed away for the moment, but he's wearing a dark trench coat with equally dark clothing beneath. Perhaps it's his red hair and violet eyes that make him approachable, but the constant please-stay-away-from-me face he usually wears doesn't keep the...very elegant looking guests away. They offer him food and drink, and like any good undercover assassin, he takes it with a quiet nod of thanks. He doesn't sample them just yet as he looks around the garden, walking around what most would think as paradise.
Warm sun. Food and drink. Smiling faces. While he didn't feel entirely safe, he could see no threat. Idly, he took a bite of the snack, grimacing at the flowery notes that takeover his mouth. It surely must be an acquired taste.
Once the Lawspeaker announces that upon eating their food they cannot return, the piece Aya was holding drops out of his hand in pure shock. His sigh morphs into a groan of I-can't-believe-this-is-happening.]
Please tell me this is a joke. [If Aya didn't look all that happy to be there earlier, he looks absolutely displeased now. He's in the middle of something!]
Flower Power
[Aya gave little thought to the rose boutonnière they gave him upon arriving, but even if he did, he wouldn't have known it would be the cause of what was playing before his eyes. It stilled him on the spot, produced a cold sweat, and gave his skin a ghostly pallor.
Seeing his parents lying prone and deathly still, his childhood home ablaze, and Aya-chan struck by Reiji Takatori's car.
After that, no longer felt cold. A rage Aya thought he got over began boiling him from the inside out. Deep breaths are taken to slow the heartbeat in his ears, and prevent himself from doing something he'd regret. Aya blinked his eyes to dry up the wetness that prickled his eyes and ran rough fingers through his short hair.]
What was that? [He whispered to himself]
GEIS
[Aya had never seen a smartphone in his life. There's no such thing as one just yet in his timeline, but it couldn't be that hard--
--a message appears, and Aya reads it to himself and squints his eyes in suspicion. Why do they want to know that? He could at least give a vague answer, maybe it'll be satisfied. Finding out the screen is touch based, Aya figures out how to bring up a keyboard. How can he use his fingers on such a tiny surface?]
Earrings. She liked them.
[He doesn't think he could type anymore. It wasn't all that easy! How can this be the future?! And what is this name next to his response? rosenkatze??]
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the party
The food was not exactly what he had expected either much too other worldly and when the Lady spoke, he snorted. So tales could be true after all. There were mutters of distress from other people but one voice caught his ear and he turned, focused and then slowly smiled. Oh yes. One of them. ]
Do you really think the Fair Ones need to joke?
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But Aya didn't mind opening spring with death.]
Not everyone takes life seriously. [Did he really want to start a fight with Farfarello? Even with his frustration at the situation, fighting with someone lacking the sensation of pain was unnerving, but he'd do it. If he's lucky, they'll both bleed out of this beatific hellscape.]
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[ He taps it once, twice and pulls away, licking the cuts while watching Aya. There was something so solid about the determination in the swordsman's stance, like he expects a fight. Farfarello just clicks his tongue and dropped his hand. He was armed of course, but he finds the situation hilarious. And unnerving. The Fair Ones may be acting human but they were not one to underestimate. ]
Put that away; if I wished to fight, I'd already have a knife in your gut.
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Aya isn't naive enough to think the other was unarmed. Even without his blade, he still had a gun on his person. With a few steps back, he at least sheathed his weapon, but not outright put it away, in a sense. Not yet. Not until their encounter was done and far more distance was put between them. Preferably an entire realm. He still has one hand on the scabbard and the other on the hilt, ready to withdraw it again.]
If you're looking for company, then you're looking in the wrong place. [The rest of Schwartz didn't seem to be present, but it wouldn't be farfetched if they were waiting in the wings, so to speak.]
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[ His thin cuts stopped bleeding and he flexed his fingers, rubbing away the scabs. Farfarello sighed and scanned the crowd, noticing some were still eyeing them as if they expecting a fight. ]
Or do you think that even a truce would be ill fitting even here?
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Very temporary.
Aya's certain that at the first opportunity, he'll get shanked. But perhaps that would be after they escape. His muscles relax, and lets his sword arm drop, but keeps the other hand on his sheath. ]
You called them the Fair Ones. [He's never heard of such a term. Sounds more like a fairy tale character.]
the party
[Harry gave the man a wink as he took a big bite of a cookie. If the environment or the food bothered him, he certainly wasn't showing it. Then again, almost everything at the party was better than what he had back home. The only thing missing was everyone he'd ever known.]
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Doesn't mean we should just let them. [Letting people get away with whatever they wanted was how it all started.]
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[Suddenly the man was a lot more interesting than the food. Harry sidled closer, speaking softly.]
Do ye know how we got here? Any ideas aboot gettin home?
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Aya crossed his arms, using the guests and scenery to subtly scan the area. He thought the ornate and dainty decor possibly acted as distraction to the new guests from looking too hard for escape routes. Even the sky was in brilliant hues.]
We all woke up here, and they didn't say much else about returning us. [That last part earns a frown. Thinking about how much time could've possibly passed is a worry for later.] Or wanting to.
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If yer willin tae fight, I'd be happy tae hev yer back. An magic's not everythin. Someone more powerful can overturn wha's already been done. Startin tae wonder if our hosts hev any clue who they've brought in.
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Harry. Canny do magic myself, but I can feel other people doin it most o'the time. An I know a lot aboot how it works. An the sword's hardly f'show. An th'hook.
[He laid a hand on the hilt of his sword and tapped the hook next to it. Harry was very skilled with both.]
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Who carries around a sword they can't use? [Says the man with his own sword at his side. It never crossed Aya's mind that the hook was for show.]
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[Harry snorted and shrugged.]
Known people tae wear it f'the look. People're crazy.
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Aya glanced around quietly. Besides the feeling of uneasiness in being in a new world surrounded my strangers, and the warmth of the sun's ray slowly chasing away the chill of the night, Aya felt nothing. So he shook his head at the question.] What should it feel like?
[That reminded him of cosplayers, but even those swords tend to not be real, due to the strict laws. He gave an amused sound. It probably still came out as derisive.] Or an idiot.
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Suppose it's sort o'like a buzz? A tingle on th'skin. Pressure sometimes. Sometimes it feels like someone's starin at ye, th'hairs on yer nape standin up.
[He gestured with his finger rubbing over his nape.]
S'no' always like tha, but right now, it's pressure an tingles. Heavy magic in th'air. Big spells.
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Aye, in theory at least. We'll need tae find a magicker though. Wizard, witch, sorcerer, someone like tha. Hev 'em do little spells I can track, so I can tell if yer feelin it. Good bet we got someone like tha here if we look.
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That'll have to be a priority.
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In th'meantime ye hev me f'tha, but I see yer point. So, where tae first?
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Right after he ate something more, because he stomach just squealed in a pathetic way. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and sighed, dropping his shoulders. Really, he did plan to eat, but just later.]
A table with less flowery food. [He already ate something small, might as well eat something proper.]
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Aye, we'll get ye some food. This way. Been browsin the tables all night myself.
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I don't mean to pry, but...was there no option for a hand? [This is Aya being polite. No way he couldn't ask about the hook.]
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