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lethevale_ooc2019-03-26 08:20 pm
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TDM The First
You probably know how this works, but just in case, here's the idea:
- You put the name of the character you're testing out in the subject line
- You write a starter (or several!) in the comment, with the Lethevale AU of your character.
- People respond with their characters. Threads occur. Friendships are made. The world is put to rights.
- None of the threads in the Test Drive are game-canon.
Here are some prompts to start you off!
1. Seeking Shelter
4. Pay No Attention To The Passage Behind The Curtain
You were riding along the mountain road when your horse, terrified by some dark shadow you couldn't see clearly, screamed and bolted, throwing you. Now you're caught in the middle of nowhere, in Lethe Wood, and the rain is getting heavier by the minute.
But what's that? A light? A house? Perhaps if you knock, they'll give you a bed for the night. It'll all look better in the morning...
But what's that? A light? A house? Perhaps if you knock, they'll give you a bed for the night. It'll all look better in the morning...
2. The Beast! The Terrible Beast!
You took all the precautions. You carried a lantern, kept to the safer streets. Or maybe you didn't. Either way, you were attacked by something as big as a horse, with gleaming white teeth and a hideous howl.
When you run into another person, will you warn them? Will you ask them for a hiding place, or stand and fight? If all else fails, maybe you can use them as live bait...
When you run into another person, will you warn them? Will you ask them for a hiding place, or stand and fight? If all else fails, maybe you can use them as live bait...
3. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
Lethevale isn't all monsters and storms. Mostly, but not all. Tonight, there's a party in the Black Swan - dancing, music, and of course, an open bar. Take the chance to get to know your neighbours, why don't you?
4. Pay No Attention To The Passage Behind The Curtain
The two of you were just wandering around Lethe Hall, when you leant on a candlestick, and... what's this? The bookshelf's opened? There's a hole in the wall now, and a spiral staircase leading down into the dark. You know, it's probably best to just leave well enough alone - but you have to admit, it's curious...
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Marie Napier | Rogue/xmcu
Marie was beginning to see why stomping out in a huff earlier had been such a terrible idea. Somewhere on the fringes of Lethevale, as the sun had begun its steady descent, the moon, only a small crescent, had risen, lending an eerie glow to the woods, and a fine drizzle had started. All fine! She could withstand a little rain.
Then the sky had seemingly opened up, releasing a deluge of water that thoroughly soaked her through to the bone. Her skirts were plastered to her legs like a second skin, making it difficult to walk back the way she’d come through the woods. And her boots, which had been clean and shiny when she’d started this journey, squelched in the mud which sucked at her feet and was more quicksand than damp dirt.
And, still, she didn’t think she quite wanted to return home yet — home which was, in fact, a patched up old tent.
Let the scoundrel (which was how she was going to think of Jack until she’d had ample time to be angry and stew, upon which he would likely revert back to her love or her darling dear) wonder if she’d drowned in a puddle, or worse, twisted her ankle and was now fending for herself in the wilderness with a stick. It would serve him right! Assuming he would wonder at all.
Which, of course, was not the train of thought she wanted to be having at the moment. Not when she was still in the middle of a very well-deserved temper tantrum.
Except that she naturally was completely turned around by the time she stepped out of the trees. The circus tents and cars were surely to the left, right? Though nothing to the left looked familiar and she decided to go right. Which led to a whole lot else that didn’t look familiar. All the while, the rain started falling heavier, in silvery sheets that, at times, Marie could barely see through. By the time she found a home [ooc note: cottage, creepy mansion, tavern, shack, whatever your character lives in/wherever your character currently is:) ], her carefully designed hair style had been weighed down with water, most of the waves pulled from their pins and stuck to her cheeks. The bottom inch of her dress had a thick layer of mud caked on it. And her shoes... well, forget about her shoes. If she’d been safe at home her father would have just bought her a new pair. Here, she imagined, she’d be expected to clean them off as though they weren’t ruined.
“Hello?” It was said with a knock at the front door. Between the rain and the barely moonlit sky, she wished she had a lantern. Even a lit candle. Something to provide at least a bit of light so this didn’t feel so foreboding.
Not that either would have done much good in this weather.
2. The Beast! The Terrible Beast!
It was truly amazing how easily she could find herself out in the dark, in questionable weather, in this place.
But it was only when Marie began to feel like she was being watched that she felt a chill slither down her spine. It was a cold, unsettling feeling that had her eyes darting from tree to tree, looking for something that would either confirm the feeling or the absence of anything that would tell her she was being silly.
Truthfully, there was an excellent chance she was just being silly. This town had given her an eerie, uncomfortable sensation since they’d arrived, which she’d mainly chalked up to the confusion over her current predicament. ie: being in a different country with a new husband who hadn’t been entirely forthright with her from the beginning. Never mind the fact that his circus wasn’t the cheery, brightly lit fantasy she’d been imagining. It was more than a little creepy and that environment had left her unsure of just about everything.
Her eyes caught a glimmer of something in the trees. Yellow and shimmery and bright. Then it was gone again.
It was followed by a rustle in the bushes. And then a large shape leaping in her direction, dark and menancing, that hit dead center and knocked her on her back.
Marie started to try to draw in a breath to scream and realized the fall had knocked all the air out of her.
Then she realized that the warm, wet feeling on her face was a result of whatever had jumped on her licking her cheeks. A woof soon followed and as she started to get her her breath back, she couldn’t help but start laughing.
A stray dog. She’d been terrified of a simple, friendly stray dog.
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"Miss Marie! Are you alright?!"
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Marie also, aside from the experience of being a child herself, had no experience with kids. No siblings, no cousins. Nothing like that. So it was additionally difficult to gauge whether Ib was simply shy or just didn't like her.
Either way, Marie supposed it was better than if the girl had actively disliked her. That could have led to a whole lot of shin bruising.
Tipping her head back, still laughing at the ridiculousness of this and the fact that she's been so on edge that she panicked over a dog wanting to lick her to death, she looked at an upside-down Ib. "I don't suppose we have any dog food, do we?"
The dog would probably appreciate a steak, but she was guessing this little circus didn't serve that.
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"We do. I'll go get him some."
It is food intended for the animals in the circus and she knows they have to be careful about wasting any, but surely there's a little extra. For such a nice dog. Ib hurries off, recovering her dropped bucket as she goes.
And returns in a few minutes with a bowl of food for their new friend, which she sets on the ground.
"Here you go."
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She was fairly sure that nothing was broken. Bruised was another story. But, mostly, her ego was just battered from shrieking over a friendly neighborhood dog.
Though judging from the woof it gives Ib before ravenously diving into the bowl, no one's been feeding the poor thing.
Managing to get herself off the ground, Marie worked on brushing herself off and shaking her skirts out so she looked a little less of a complete mess. "It seems like you made a new friend." It didn't occur to her that having an extra mouth to feed might be an issue; it simply wasn't the type of thing she worried about.
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"Poor thing must be awfully hungry. I wonder if he belongs to anyone..."
She hates to think of any animal wandering around hungry, but she knows they can't keep him either. She knows that because she's tried to adopt strays before. The animal trainer gave her quite a lecture that day about how much animals cost to feed.
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Neji stands by his door, clad all in black, a cloth across his forehead, his hair in a loose braid, barefoot- this being the time of night he would turn in to sleep. His eyes are bright, alert with a wariness that isn't only due to being a stranger in a strange land, but to practice as well. The picture ahead of him, and the din and wind whip of the torrent, tell him what he figures he'll anyway get told--
Without a word, he bows (a shallow, polite thing) and steps to one side, and keeps his eyes from staring at the lady who will soon track mud in.
The home was-- small, even for someone used to shared quarters and nights at the mercy of the elements. It was tidy but cluttered in a way any exotic home should be, with little brass or golden dragons and horses as paperweights to books in script not English, with scrolls of Chinese loosely adorning walls with stern characters in red brushed ink. All of this, lit by a lone candle by a bed stand-- the bed to the far left corner of the place, before a kitchen.
To the kitchen is where Neji heads. There's a fire place there, of course. And someone will need to start it.
He thinks to tell the woman to take her shoes off--
"Will you ask for company to your home after the storm passes, my lady?"
He knew her. Well, hardly. Well-- not at all. But she fed a white cat often, he remembers. So, there's that.