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test drive 01
So you can feel stronger, you can know peace
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GOOD MORNING, DRAEGA
The psychic summons comes with the first light of dawn, waking you from a dream of home. It takes you a minute to remember where you are (a warm, comfortable room in Queen Fayura's residence) and then a moment longer to parse the words.
*Your presence is requested in the training field behind the Queen's Residence. You have ten minutes to get your ass out of bed on your own, or ten minutes to decide you want to be up to your neck in ice-cold mountain water. Your choice.* Gray power flavors the voice. Ah, you recognize that psychic touch. Allairavar, the Master of the Guard.
You remember, too, that he warned the household at last night's supper: if you live in the Queen's Residence, you practice with the Queen's court. You…
i. Drag yourself out of bed with an aching groan, dress with the bleary-eyed confusion of one too suddenly forced awake, and amble onto the training field to avoid the promise of a much more shocking wake up call. Or maybe you make your way quickly with a skip in your step and a twinkle in your eye. You haven't realized yet that Allairavar does not like morning people. Even so, you don't want to get dunked in ice water in the middle of winter.
ii. Roll over and go back to sleep. The Master of the Guard isn't really going to carry through with his threat. In your defense, he doesn't. But one of the First Circle does. You're not sure how you got from your room to a large barrel full of water that could freeze open flame, but here you are, soaked and shivering and very much awake.
Regardless of how you get to the training field, Allairavar pairs you with another Stranger and puts you through your paces. It's barely above freezing, but you're going to need a shower when you're done.
BUILD BETTER BOMBS
There are three rows of four tables set up in the Tinker Guild Hall's auditorium, all heavy laden with materials. Bits of wires, buttons both small and large, ticking clocks. A tank full of goldfish. Sand, canisters of gasses, a strange viscous liquid in a bowl of lead.
"Handle that with gloves," Master Tinker Mari warns you with a wink and a grin. "The bowl, I mean. Don't handle the liquid or you'll lose your hand." She waves her hands at you.
This is supposed to be a crash course in bomb making, and in a way it is. Master Tinker Mari crashes into person after person, pushing them into pairs. She shoves someone up to you. "Blow my mind!" she whispers dramatically, and then she vaults the table, making something in a vial smoke, bubble, and pop.
Around the edge of the auditorium are four chalkboards, each with several diagrams on them. Presumably, these are schematics for you to follow. Smoke bombs, flour bombs. Fireworks and sparklers. Water bombs—maybe she means water balloons? One schematic requires a hamster wheel.
You might as well give it a go.
Note: Master Tinker Mari won't let anyone blow themselves up (or blow up the building). In the event Strangers make something truly dangerous and not just inconvenient, she will hurry over with a much more serious demeanor and disarm the bomb they've created with a suggestion that they take her advanced course.
CHARITY IS AS CHARITY DOES
You were sent here to help, so help you have: by letting the Ebon Council auction off three hours of your time and the power in your Jewels to help with local troubles. Maybe someone's cold box has lost its cooling spell—that's basic Craft and you can help with that—or maybe someone needs you to fetch their cat down from a tree. Whatever it is, you're here to take care of it.
The stage you stand on creaks beneath your feet as a polite older witch bids on you and your partner (the Ebon Council would never let you work alone, no, the landens are too dangerous for you to be out on your own!) with three jars of pear preserves. No money exchanges hands here, just items like non-perishable foods and handmade clothing or blankets.
You'll help the little old witch who needs some rocks moved from the fields just outside Draega's walls, but it occurs to you that only the Blood were at this auction, and only they will reap the rewards. That's hardly charity… but that's also not your problem, is it? Maybe it is. You could always ask that landen couple hovering just to the side of the stage what they need (their roof is leaking, and the man's right hand is crippled, twisted into a rigid claw). Or maybe you won't. They don't have anything to offer, and everything has a price, even your time.
HIT AND RUN
Chill winter air doesn't keep anyone inside in Draega. Stalls line the streets of the Old Town Bazaar, and vendors hawk their curious wares. Blood and landen mingle here, each a little wary of the other but with the affect of those who have accepted they must live alongside their enemy. Expressions are shuttered, but marks are marks no matter who hands them over. No shopkeeper denies a customer just because the money comes from someone they don't like, not in times like these.
As you make your way through the Bazaar, perhaps in search of something or someone or a place to eat (the scent of meat pies is thick in the air), you hear a shout and a cry of pain. People peel back as one, revealing a group of young landen men carrying clubs and wearing cruel sneers. At their feet, a young boy sprawls across a puppy in the muddy slush that covers the road.
You catch the flavor of his psychic scent: he's half-Blood, one of those pitiable creatures accepted by neither the Blood or the landens.
"Y-you can't hurt him!" the little boy cries, curling around the puppy. "P-Prince Verim will stop you!"
The young men laugh. "Prince Verim isn't here," one spits, raising his club.
You could step back. After all, this isn't your problem. You could just alert the First Circle and call it done; they patrol the area, one of those males will surely be here soon. Or you could step in. Everything has a price, and the price of attacking a helpless child and a puppy is a tussle with you.
WALKIE-TALKIE
Catch up with a new acquaintance you met at the Queen's Residence or simply pause to listen to the news playing in a store you're passing through. Far-casters come in all shapes and sizes, from the held-held device that's a bit clunky to the radios that stand at a man's height in some restaurants. If you're spinning the dial and listening to some radio programs, you'll hear…
etiquette with evandra and aren.
[A woman's voice leads. It's a little bit rough and a little bit husky, the kind of voice that gives bad ideas to young men and headaches to fathers.] …just as well. Since you don't want to die for offending a Warlord Prince's lady, what do you do, Lord Aren?
[A man's voice, chipper and bright. He sounds more like an eager boy than the full-grown man he is.] Apologize immediately to her, but meet his gaze so he knows the apology is for him as well. Remember, dear listeners: a Warlord Prince's lady may be all that stands between you and a violent end. Make sure she likes you!
[The woman laughs.] Or at least doesn't think killing you is worth the trouble. If we all learn a little more about each other, we can learn to live together. As always, I'm Evandra.
[With great gusto, Lord Aren says:] I'm Aren, and you've been listening to…
[Together:] Etiquette with Evandra and Aren! [Jaunty outro music plays, a complete tonal dissonance with the fact that the two were just educating landens on how to avoid murder.]
the weather
[A soft-spoken man's voice rumbles out of the Far-caster. He's pleasant to listen to, with a soothing cadence to his voice.] …rain tomorrow with overcast skies through the morning and afternoon. Landen weather devices indicate a decrease in sky-pressure, so those of you who suffer from migraines may want to talk to your Healers or Medicos now.
There's possibility of snow later in the week from the northwest. Questions about snow removal? Reach out to your local Transport Guild rep or your Ebon Council chairperson.
the news
…Blood family of four found murdered in their homes. The Queen's Court assures Draega that no payment for the murders is being asked for at this time. [The man speaks at a brisk pace, hurried and harried as though he has too much to say and not enough time to say it.]
That's right, Garret. [Another man, nasally in tone. He doesn't sound rushed so much as put upon.] Preliminary investigations do indicate the Hunter Guild may be responsible for the deaths.
[Garret:] Indeed they do, Wilt. Evidence at the scene supports the use of Breakers on the family. Turning now from the grisly murder to the surprising way the Queen's Winsol gift to the city is being used to benefit both Blood and landens.
Mordred | Fate/Apocrypha
[Practice? She doesn't really need that, so Mordred makes the terrible decision of closing her eyes for just a little bit longer. Big mistake.]
What the hell, that's cold?!
[Which is shockingly obvious, but she's a Servant and those are supposed to more durable and resistant to things like that. Which means it must be really freaking cold or it's tied to that whole jewel thing Mordred woke up understanding, but isn't really thinking about. Because all she's thinking about right now is how freezing that water is. So that means there's a tiny shaking and shivering knight staring daggers at whoever she's been matched up with.]
The hell are you looking at?
[Yup, things sure are off to a great start this morning.]
B. Hit and Run
Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?
[Okay, she knows she's not the best person to play hero, but there's no way she's going to stand around and watch a bunch of assholes threaten this kid and his dog. The hell if that's happening on her watch.]
If you wanna start something, I'll finish it for you.
[She's just going to storm over there, sword in hand, ready to throw down, or at the least scare the idiots off. She's not going to ask for a helping hand, but if anyone's around and willing to help, she's not going to complain. Too much anyways. Or somebody can always try and descalate the situation, but Mordred's not going to really go for that. Not her kind of thing.]
C. Walkie Talkie Etiquette
[If somebody wants to deal with Mordred in a way that doesn't involve some kind of violence, she can also be found stopping and staring at a Far-Caster playing the etiquette show.]
What kind of stupid shit is that?
[She looks completely baffled by this. Sure, with the caste thing, it's necessary here and she gets that, but...]
Acting all fake and shit when you're talking about people getting killed, nobody can actually like crap like this, right?
[She's probably expecting someone to agree with her on this one.]
[D. Wildcard]
[OOC: If none of these work for you, shoot me a message and we'll work something else out!]
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[ zero hadn't slept well, which is why she was able to, for once, gracefully avoid the humiliation of freezing ice water. but she does feel a little bit of sympathy; her dumb ass has once gotten her and her companion trampled by an avalanche because she couldn't keep her mouth shut along the mountainside.
anyway, this cr won't be a nice one. ]
What's the matter, a little water's gotten you all pissy?
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You try waking up in that shit and see what kind of mood you're in.
[It's her own fault, but that's not the point here. The point is that somebody's talking shit and going to get what's coming to them. Of course that person could be Mordred too, but it goes without saying that thought doesn't occur to her.]
And we'll see who beats who, I ain't getting my ass kicked by you!
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Let's see if you're all talk!
[ her words are punctuated by a sudden lunge forward, sword drawn in the process. she keeps it simple, a test of her dexterity — namely, is mordred going to dodge, block, or counter. ]
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Yeah, same to you!
[Not really the most eloquent response, but who has time for eloqence. Or technique for that matter. You want that, go find and fight Tristan or something.]
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here, she has only an opal jewel to guide her. as far as she's aware, it's yet to show its usefulness.
her attack is parried, and it earns the girl before her a toothy grin. were her blade made of steel, surely the sheer force of mordred's swing would have broken it. she's — strong, to say the least, and zero is becoming fairly aware that she is among those who are equal if not stronger than her in power. being an intoner... or a skeleton of an intoner has no bearings here.
it's a blessing, to say the least.
zero lowers herself toward the grown, one knee bent and the other leg extends. she pivots her body in into a full spin, hoping that the contact with mordred's feet will knock her right off it. ]
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Eh?!
[She wasn't expecting a sweep, but she's not going to move. She doesn't cede ground if she can help it. So instead, she'll slam her blade into the ground, between her leg and Zero's hoping that sweep will be blocked by the flat of the blade. And then she's going to kick at that bent knee, trying to drop her sparring partner.
This isn't the best strategy because if Zero can take out her sword, Mordred's still getting knocked on her ass. And if she can't, she's got to pull the sword out of the ground before she can use it again. But she's not really thinking about that so much as she's thinking about not getting her legs kicked out from under her. That's way more important.]
tw: blood
all in all, the jewel puts them pretty even in power, so neither of them has an advantage over eachother. this doesn't come as a surprise to her, at least; the girl knows what she's doing, and she's good at what she's doing. zero is a fighter, and while she was never trained properly, it's easy for her to detect a strong opponent when she sees one.
zero's pupil shrinks at the sight of the unexpected blade in her path. it was too late to stop the momentum at that point, and the she inadvertently kicks straight into the sharp of the steel with an angry cry. blood gushes from her shin as the blade implants into her flesh — but it's a familiar sight. it's not an intoner fight without a little blood-stained dress.
she has to act quick. it's to awkward to pull her sword out, but she is in a fine position to ram her head directly into the girl's torso in a barbaric headbutt of sort. if she makes contact, at least she'll have time to tear her lead from the blade.... ]
it's towards the bottom of the FAQ, I think
It's enough to stagger her as she steps back almost automatically, trying to keep her hand on her blade, both to not be caught without a weapon and to steady herself. For a moment it looks like she's going to keep her grip, but no, her hand slips! Curse that D rank luck.]
ty friend...
For a girl dressed as a knight, you sure fight like a fucking rookie!
no problem!
C
People may not like it, but if it is expected in this society then it's important for us to know. It's difficult to argue that you don't like it and don't think it fair when everyone else thinks it an expected result should we cause trouble.
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[That's her main issue. The presentation sucks.]
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But this is their culture and like it or not we are subject to it. We must learn to adapt to how we find ourselves now and work within it, lest we find ourselves meeting with a violent end as well.
I'm afraid it seems that saying we're not from this place would not work in our favour.
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[Unfortunately, Mordred's one of those who thinks she can take anything the world throws at her. And usually she can, but it still usually sounds like angry teenager noises more than anything else.]
And you've got a point there.
[This is said like it pains her to agree.]
I didn't know or I'm not from around here's never a good excuse when somebody wants to kill you.
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While I do understand your concern there, from what we've learned of how these jewels work and those in power here, you would likely be in a worse situation if you did try to get into a fight. Better to try and think of other ways to manage people here than violence.
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[Or at least what works for her. Talking things out has never been her strong suit. Most of the other knights, okay probably all of the other knights are way better at it than her.]
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Some people do. People like to show that they don’t care when they can, it helps them — or they really just don’t care. So people being all cheery isn’t going to bother them.
[ It is probably better than being all doom gloom, not that she is someone that can talk because she is like that herself. Granted, hearing that people have died sucks, but she isn’t going to let it faze her. ]
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[As if she hadn't made that obvious with her complaining.]
I'd rather have somebody sell it to me straight than dressing it up with stupid characters like that.
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[ After all, she doesn't care if she gets it straight or not. The news in this place doesn't matter to her at all because everyone could be dropping dead like flies and it won't bother her.
It isn't like she will become one of the dead. ]
It is better to just ignore it.
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[She's not really good at ignoring things that piss her off. It's kind of a problem. Which means she would probably benefit from a show about how not to get into a giant mess that results in someone being dead, but of course that doesn't really occur to her.]
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[ She has nothing like this at home and for the reason, alone Velvet will not be messing with them. It is most likely to end up a problem if she were too. ]
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[Mordred's situation is a mess. They didn't have them in her time, but she's familiar with them from being summoned into a modern time period. But hasn't actually really watched TV or anything, so it's just this weird thing she knows about but doesn't have much experience with.]
...so do you think there's less stupid shit on their other channels, or is it worse?
[She can guess, but she still asked it anyways.]
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There is a high chance of both.
But, I only assume that thanks to the one channel.
[ It won't come as a surprise if everyone is like those reporters. She hasn't been here for long nor wondered around enough to get a proper feel of the place, but the small taste she has had tells her that, that is just how it works here. ]
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Going to try and avoid it then, there's only so much of this crap I can take. And it's probably going to piss people off if I break one of these.
[Not that she really cares, but she also kind of cares? This world is enough of a pain as it is, she doesn't need to add more problems on top of the ones she already has. But she probably will anyways.]
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[ That is how Velvet views it. Of course, she doesn't go out of her way to break items, but she isn't going to hold back on her anger if someone really gets onto her nerves. ]
Avoiding it will be smart.
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