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Test Drive Meme #2

TDM #2 - March/April 2025
🦋 Introduction

Welcome to the Pixie Led Test Drive Meme!

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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 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.


🦋 Chance at a Dance

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.


🦋 Flower Power

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.


🦋 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.

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.



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King Narciso 🌺 NPC

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-15 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
🌻 The Party
[ Dressed in his full king regalia, Narciso graces the party with his presence. If the Adopted who encountered him before has seen a variety of flowers and smelled each one distinctly, now during the first day of his rule empowered by his own season, more obscure flowers and plants are present in his crown, as well as on his shoulder pads and long cape. Every time anyone is near Narciso, they can smell an abundance of blossoms, while also strangely feeling the spring sun on their skin, if not hear the rush of a spring brook.

He's currently standing near his lavishly decorated chair in the main table for royalty, which is the seat of honor, greeting passersby with a flower of your choosing in hand (that you have to pluck out of his palm should you ever receive it) and a cordial, well-meaning smile. ]


A flower for your thoughts?
🌻 Content Warning( Narciso's main power is Charm, which as stated, can be used to brainwash someone at its strongest. Interacting with Narciso will definitely entail some form of mind control one way or another, so this is a blanket warning that choosing to tag him means you are okay with this happening in the thread at some point. )
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Duchess Sahar 🌅 NPC

[personal profile] justbefore 2025-03-15 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The Party

[ The Duchess of Dawn patrols the perimeter of the party, relighting candles and torches with a wave of her hand when needed. The flames dance from the breeze on this lovely spring morning. It's early enough in the day that she's in one of her rare good moods.

Anyone who strays too close to Sahar, though, might hear her humming a jaunty little tune to herself. She seems unbothered to be caught, but she will quiet down the moment she notices one of the Adopted nearby. ]


Yes? What did you want? [ Gone is the usual ire from her voice. She still sounds like she's very busy and in an incredible hurry, but the outright meanness is, for once, not in her tone of voice. ]
Edited 2025-03-15 12:37 (UTC)
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Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII

[personal profile] earlylight 2025-03-15 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
🦋 The Party

{The green light of the Lifestream fades, the pain of her death is a memory and Aerith stands in the warm light of dawn. She can't look away from the horizon; how the softer light of the sun plays against the leaves and blades of grass both in the distance and around her. The wind brushes against her skin and plays with the curls in her hair. Her heart is thumping in her chest and she...

can breathe.}


Oh! {She presses her fingers to her mouth when her stomach rumbles insistently. The spread of food is very tempting and she edges her way towards it, her hands tucked behind her back.}

Is it safe to eat? {Her luck would be the worst if she came back to life only to die in the first half hour from poison!

The speech gets her attention and she is quiet during it, finding a comfortable place to sit. Near the feast.}


So the courts are based on our personalities...? Am I more of a Spring or a Summer? I can't see myself liking Fall or Winter.

🦋 GEIS

{The question is innocent enough, right? She can't see why it would merit a reward.}

One of the first gifts I ever gave my mother - my adopted mother - was a bouquet of flowers I grew myself. It was my way of thanking her for taking care of me. I remember her loving them. She put them in a vase on the dining room table. I kept them alive for weeks.

Is that a good enough answer?
unseensmiter: @byob (say way oh-way-oh way oh-way-oh)

Futaba Sakura | Persona 5 Royal

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-03-15 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
GEIS | @ Alibaba


> pwd ls -a
> .
> ..
> ...
> zsh: permission denied: Users/Alibaba/.zshrc
 

[ Hm!! That's weird! ]


> open GEIS.exe
> .
> ..
> ...

[hacker voice] I'm in!

Anyway. Al Azif says these guys are Bad News.
Like
R E A L L Y bad news
Their infosec SUCKS and I hate parties so I'm pretty inclined to agree...

Which means we definitely need an escape plan!
I can bring the heals and the buffs if someone else can do DPS.
 
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John Wheaton | The Good Place

[personal profile] gossiptoilet 2025-03-15 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
i. party—

John loves a good party. He hadn't been invited to as many as he'd wished back when he was alive, but this one is lavish, and he loves being here. When he hears the party's for him, he smiles broadly and goes to attack the food table with gusto. He's always watching his figure, of course, but this is a party! So he gathers one of everything on the spread, even if it's a small portion. He sits at a table and pokes his fork into a spear of grilled pineapple.

"This is all so gorgeous," he beams. "Did you try anything yet?"

He doesn't need to taste anything to know it's going to be completely divine.

ii. flowers (M/M for shipping) —

John loves flowers, too. He's not the most flamboyant but the attire of those at the party and the arrangements of flowers make him want to select something truly elegant to wear. He picks out the most ornate chrysanthemum boutonnière on the table and tucks the end of it into his pocket.

Soulmates. It's an aspect of the Good Place he hadn't really been made to participate in. John has always preferred to play the field. But now he knows for sure he has a soulmate here. How had he not seen it before now? He approaches the object of his desire and wraps his arms around his neck.

"Hello, lovely," he says.

iii. GEIS —

I once gave my boyfriend a vacation.

He broke up with me while we were there. Honestly, no great loss. He was a gold digger.

iv. wildcard —

(( Want to do something else with John? Tag it in or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] insufficientdata! ))
Edited 2025-03-15 13:12 (UTC)
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text || un: ribbon

[personal profile] mentalgymnastics 2025-03-15 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
oracle-senpai?
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Alison Hendrix | Orphan Black

[personal profile] hotglue 2025-03-15 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
i. party —

Alison had gone straight for the wine after being told this was a party for her. She doesn't know what she did to deserve it and she's a little annoyed to be here. She wasn't asked to come, and if she was going to be away from her kids, she thought that was the bare minimum. Plus she's got a lot going on at home right now. But there's no reason not to relax with a drink if she's going to be stuck here.

Once the announcement is made, she sets her jaw and slams her wineglass down on the table. "Are you kidding me?"

ii. dancing —

Alison hasn't danced at a party in a while—last time the country club had a mixer, she thinks. She sees everyone enjoying themselves so well, she goes out on the dance floor, still clutching a glass of wine. But then some quiet music starts to play and her eyes widen. She can't believe it. The person across from her is making threatening gestures at her.

"You want to take this outside?"

iii. GEIS —

I gave my sisters all matching phones, so we could stay in touch.

[ This is a lie; she does not consider her clones to be her sisters. But she's not going to just spill her secrets willy-nilly like that. ]

iv. wildcard —

(( Want to do something else with Alison? Tag it in or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] insufficientdata! ))
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Hiro Hamada | Big Hero 6

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-15 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A - ARRIVAL?

[ Here's a new guy dressed in purple and black power armor, with oversized gloves that hum faintly with magnetic energy, face hidden by an orange-tinted faceplate in his helmet. He eyes the sudden change in food and scenery with - alarm?? Concern? One hand up, glove half-powered up, nnnnot quite ready to start a fight, but very very ready to finish one, if he has to. ]

Okay - look, I dunno what just happened? [ His voice is clearly being pitched down via a modulator in his helmet, but it cracks anyway on that last word. ] But I'm kind of in the middle of something, and I really need to get back to making sure the city doesn't blow up. Again.

[ Superheroes, man. ]

B - PARTY FAVORS

[ After he's had a chance to maybe meet a few people and talk - and maybe surprised a few people when he turns out to be just some kid in a suit - Hiro abruptly realizes how hungry he is. He wastes no time in getting his helmet and the magnet gloves off in favor of going straight for the pile of cookies. And tiny hot dogs. And everything else. ]

Dude, they were kidding about the whole "you're stuck here forever" thing, right? Like that's not actually possible.

[ He's already halfway through this cookie. ]

C - ETA

[ Or anything else that involves this tech teenager wandering around in varying stages of peeling himself out of his power armor, which is getting increasingly depowered as he goes. The only prompts we're skipping for sure are the sexy or romantic ones, for obvious reasons. Otherwise anything's good! I'm [plurk.com profile] katoptron if you need to ping me!]
Edited 2025-03-15 13:23 (UTC)
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Jim Hopper | Stranger Things

[personal profile] hoponpop 2025-03-15 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
i. party —

There's a man in a cop uniform in the corner, drinking a beer and chain smoking. He doesn't come out and talk to anyone. Not at first. He's scoping out the party for now, wondering how he came to be here. He has nowhere to put his ashes and butts, so he taps them out on the floor and drops the butts behind him. The last thing he remembers, Eleven was closing the gate between worlds. Now suddenly he's here. He wonders if she's transported him here, somehow.

Eventually his questions are answered when the announcement is made. Now he feels more sour than ever; he has something of a scowl on his face.

Eventually someone draws near and he nods at them. "You here by choice, or did they kidnap you too?"

ii. dancing (OTA for shipping) —

Eventually he comes out, walking onto the dance floor and listening to the music. It's slow and romantic; he didn't really intend for this to happen, but he ends up sort of swaying next to someone very attractive. Eventually he speaks.

"You're amazing," he says.

iii. wildcard —

(( Want to do something else with Hopper? Tag it in or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] insufficientdata! ))
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:eyeshake:

[personal profile] amurderofcrow 2025-03-15 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's impossible to ignore the merchant and their wares, especially when Akechi is purposely avoiding most of the people in the room, so it doesn't take long at all for the teen to wander up to Frostbloom for a better look.]

What is it that you sell?
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Jodie Dallas | Soap

[personal profile] commercialgay 2025-03-15 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
i. dancing (OTA but shipping will be easier with M/M) —

Jodie hasn't been dancing since he used to attend the club as a teen. He could never afford many drinks when he was there, but he loves doing it. He smooths his collar and listens to the upbeat music playing. It reminds him a little of the disco music they used to play in the clubs. Suddenly he recognizes the person next to him and grins.

"Oh my goodness, how are you? It's been a long time. We have to catch up."

ii. flowers —

One would expect Jodie to attack a boutonnière to his suit, but he loves the corsages too, and one in particular dotted with lovely carnations catches his eye. He puts it around his wrist and smiles at it.

And suddenly, he seems to know. His child! It hasn't even been born yet, but he knows. "My son!" he exclaims. "Carol's going to leave him with me!"

iii. GEIS —

When I was 12 I mowed lawns for 3 months to buy my mother a bracelet. She loved it. I wonder what ever happened to that.

iv. wildcard —

(( Want to do something else with Jodie? Tag it in or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] insufficientdata! ))
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Re: :eyeshake:

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-15 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom is looking over their inventory book, out of Akechi's reach but they look up at the words. Their face is hidden under the shadow of their hat but there's a calmness to their voice as they speak. A clarity that can only be given to one as well traveled as they are.]

Only da finest o' wares. [Akechi can't see it, but he can probably feel the eyes squinting at him.] You lookin' ta buy?
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A.

[personal profile] hoponpop 2025-03-15 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The armor may look like that of some kind of super soldier, but it's obvious to Hopper this is a child. Not a baby but a child. He's been brooding in the corner, smoking a cigarette, but when he hears Hiro speak he stubs the cigarette out on the wall and drops the rest of it in the corner with the butts he'd been discarding there. ]

Nobody knows, kid. They told me this party's for me but I was in the middle of something, too.
meforsaken: (- 36.)

geis; un: loki

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
unfortunately i'm a strategist, not dps :(
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Angela | Marvel-616

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-15 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
01. I am woman, hear me roar (dance - combat option)
[ A quiet song plays gently over the firelit field, as Angela begins to dance. The dance does not progress very far, however, before Angela scowls, baring her teeth and breaking away from her unsuspecting partner, as the gentle lyrics to the song poison her mind. ]

You... You dare use this song against me?!

[ Her poor dance partner probably has no idea why this song in particular would elicit such a fierce and violent reaction from the tall goddess, but that doesn't matter to Angela. All she sees is an enemy who must be eliminated. ]

Bear your weapons! Or are you a coward, who will run at first provocation?


02. no one's ever gonna keep me down again (GEIS)
un: AngelA

I do not give gifts without an equal exchange. Nothing is for nothing. Everything has its price.


[ For a minute, it seems like that will be the only message that comes through... That is, until Angela sees that she has mistyped her username. ]

What is this?? I am no Angel!


00. Wildcard
[ Want something else? HMU with whatever, or poke me @ [plurk.com profile] millennialfalcon to plot something specific. ]
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@mommabear

[personal profile] hotglue 2025-03-15 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish I could help you. They seem to have taken my cash when I got here.

I do know self-defense and I can shoot, though
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[personal profile] amurderofcrow 2025-03-15 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, he absolutely can feel it, but Akechi hardly cares. Size him up all you like.]

How perfectly vague. [but vague or not, there's no denying the pull he feels towards finishing this transaction. what are they selling?] Fine, yes. I'm looking to buy.
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F.R.I.D.A. | Critical Role

[personal profile] gunsandrosegold 2025-03-15 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
The Party
A: [ Along with the rest of the food there is a bowl that, strangely, is filled with what seems to be metal coins. A strange addition, until one catches sight of the individual who was consuming them. Lingering around one of the tables is what appeared to be a tall robotic figure, a feminine face made of rose gold, with lines of rose gold framing the emerald green of their body. Occasionally the figure reaches for a couple of coins, a light 'plink plink plink' reverberating inside them as they drop the coins into their mouth.

They seem to be surveying their surroundings, and while the features on their metallic face don't change there is something watchful, something sharp in the emerald glow of their eyes. But the glow softens if someone approaches, and the figure steps aside to allow them to reach the table. ]


Oh, pardon me. I hope I'm not in your way.

[ The mechanical echo in the voice is obvious, but the tone itself is soft in an almost gentle way. ]

B: [ Unfortunately, they don't seem to take the news of being stuck in this realm all too well. ]

I'm sorry, there must be some mistake. This isn't - I can't -

[ The metallic features remain ever the same, but there's a note of panic in their tone now, and a brief flash of red mixed in the emerald glow of their eyes. ]

Flower Power (CW: mention of death)
[ Since they no longer had their coat at the moment, Frida opts for the corsage instead, wearing the orchid around a slender wrist.

They are once again simply stepping back and observing the other Adopted when a memory flashes through their mind, and anyone close by might be able to see it as well.

The memory isn't clear at first, aside from what seems to be a view of the night sky above. But then there's a sudden, overwhelming sense of loss, a feeling that leaves a hollowness deep within their very core. And they knew, they knew...

Their beloved was no more.

And then... then there is anger. Deep, unfathomable, hot rage, that there could be a world that existed without such a kind and gentle soul. How could this have happened? How could their friends have let that happen? How dare they... how dare they have just let them die?

And from that anger something seems to snap, something from within the dark that begins to twist with the groan and clash of metal, and as the memory fades to a burning red there's an echo of a wolf howling with a mechanical ring. ]

Geis | un: F.R.I.D.A.
I had actually given a gift to a friend shortly before arriving here. It was a coat that had been made for me, with the names of ones who are special to me. But one of those names was special to my friend as well, and as I mentioned to them I was due for a new coat anyway. They did seem to appreciate it, which I am glad for.

Wildcard
[ If you'd like to do something else with Frida, go for it! Or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] usamichan13! ]
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-15 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a smile to their voice now as they watch Akechi.]

I've got potions an' rare items from far away lands ya can't get here. Limited stock, so one o' each.

[ooc; whatcha rollin!]
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Hank McCoy | XMCU

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-15 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
01. when I wake up in the morning, love (arrival/dance - upbeat option)
[ Despite Hank's protests, he can't seem to find a way to wake up from this bad dream. Or... is it a dream? He's not quite sure. The food sure tastes real, and the tall grass brushing against his bare ankles feels real also.

Some music pipes up, including a familiar song, with an upbeat rhythm that even Hank has to tap his toes to. Someone tugs on Hank's elbow, urging him towards the dance floor, but he protests. ]


No, I, uh. I don't dance.

[ One way or another, though, he's convinced to try dancing. And once he does, he finds that he's enjoying himself more than expected. He even gets into the mood to start showing off, twirling and dipping his partner, and at one point kicking off his shoes, and leaping ten feet in the air to hang upside down from a tree branch overhead! ]


02. and something without warning, love, bears heavy on my mind (boutonniere) (cw spoilers for X-Men: Dark Phoenix, discussion of off-screen character death, implied alcoholism)
[ There doesn't seem to be any escaping this place, so eventually Hank decides he'd better settle in and try to play along. He's not really the type to want to make waves, so when a fae attendant insists that he wears a boutonniere, he accepts and pins a small arrangement of red and yellow carnations to the lapel of his... bathrobe? Well, it's what he's wearing, so even though it feels a little silly to dress it up, it's all he can do at the moment.

He doesn't expect the vision that comes to him once he pins on the boutonniere, though...

It's Hank and Charles, sitting in the manor kitchen like they do so many days, alone. Charles even has a bottle of liquor in front of him. But something is different, this time around. They're talking about Raven... A subject that had rarely come up before Logan suddenly appeared at their door. But they're talking about her as though she's... ]


...Dead? Raven's... dead?

[ Hank swallows, though he finds that his mouth is dry suddenly. ]

No. This can't be true.


03. when the day that lies ahead of me seems impossible to face (GEIS)
un: therealMcCoy

My gifts tend not to go over so well. Probably not worth a reward to say, but it's the truth.

The last time I tried to give someone a gift, it turned out it was the opposite of what she wanted. What either of us wanted, really.


00. and I know it's gonna be a lovely day (wildcard)
[ Want something else? HMU with whatever, or poke me @ [plurk.com profile] millennialfalcon to plot something specific. ]
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01 / wildcard

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that is absolutely their sister threatening someone. And there's some sort of enchantment over her? Sure, Asgardians stereotypically love to fight, but this is different.

Loki teleports in between her and this poor soul, tilting their head back to quickly say something to them,]


I'd run if I were you. Perhaps try the punch?

[Ha, punch. Looking back to Angela, they flourish their scepter.]

Really, sister, this isn't how I pictured our reunion.
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@therealMcCoy

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-15 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
OK, I'll admit that most of that went over my head... But if you're trying to plan an escape, I want to help.