TDM The First

[lethevale_mods]

You probably know how this works, but just in case, here's the idea:

1. You put the name of the character you're testing out in the subject line
2. You write a starter (or several!) in the comment, with the Lethevale AU of your character.
3. People respond with their characters. Threads occur. Friendships are made. The world is put to rights.
4. None of the threads in the Test Drive are game-canon.

Here are some prompts to start you off!

1. Seeking Shelter

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...

 

 

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...

 

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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[deadandgone]

It's only after recognizing the blood on his hand as his that the pain begins to set in. The throbbing gives way to a burn, but Francis does not inspect the wound himself, keeping his mind on the simple, important task of moving. One foot, then the other, each step closer to the goal, and further from the danger he cannot be sure doesn't follow him still.

The outline of a man's silhouette coming into view spells some kind of safety, and that's well before Francis' mind can catch up to what his eyes and ears are taking in. That voice that pours ice in Francis' veins, and a face he would recognize among a sea of ten thousand sailors.

"James?"

Francis' mouth falls open, pitching forward on unsteady feet to take one of the man's shoulder's in hand, fingers curling into fabric. Whatever excitement has flooded his body doubles now, limbs shaking, head suddenly clear of all notions of danger and instead tumbling with questions. How? Why? He squeezes James' shoulder, unthinkingly staining his coat with blood.

[endofvanity]

James slips back half a step under the force of that greeting, and he stares at the other man's face, uncomprehending.

"Sir, I—" His hand goes up to gently remove the hand from his shoulder, but falters. "I am sorry, sir—do I know you?"

Even as he says it, he feels somehow that the answer is yes, even though he's also certain he's never seen this man before in his life.

[deadandgone]

The hesitation in James' body gives Francis pause, his eyes searching James' face for a sign of recognition that does not come. He stares for another half a moment even as James attempts to remove himself from Francis' grasp, feeling like a stone sinks into the pit of his gut.

James does not recognize him. But Francis knows, with absolute certainty, that this is the very same man he'd sailed and commanded with. The man he'd confided in, who had shared details of his life he'd never divulged to anyone else.

Loosening his grasp, Francis shakes his head, disbelieving. His voice is a soft, needy whine as he answers, heart hammering in his chest.

"Don't you?"

[endofvanity]

James shakes his head, bewildered; he almost hates to say no to the poor man, but he's (almost) certain he's never seen him before in his life.

"I—I'm sorry, but—but you are hurt? May I see? I am no doctor, but the man himself is out and I am no stranger to dressing wounds in the field."