TEST DRIVE MEME

[theflaws]

TEST DRIVE MEME

PREMISE PLOT ARRIVAL SETTING NAVIGATION

01. ARRIVING IN PELEA
A cold wind singing down from the white-capped mountains which hang blue-black in the distance stirs your cheek, the tall grass all around you. A bough creaks as the wind makes it tremble, and the dappled shadows drift over you, leaves rustling. As you blink awake, you hear the quiet hiss of water over stones. You are not where you once were!

You and a large group of strangers are blinking awake, pulling yourselves up off the dirt, grass, and rubble near a small wooded stream. There is no evidence of civilization in sight, and as you exchange stories you realize that you must decide what to do.

Will you head past the trees and towards the mountains? Deeper into the forest? Stay put and wait for help to arrive? You might even try to meet everyone else, and either convince them to band together... or head their separate ways.

02. CITY SLICKER
There are many cities throughout the world of Pelea, and in most player characters, the Flaws, are welcomed as curiosities. From the pastoral villages or bustling, grand cities of Shousal to the massive, sprawling bureaucratic centers of the Empire, your characters will find a wide variety of cultures and races to interact with and investigate. They could be seeking empoyment, answers to the mystery of their arrival, or a quiet place to drink away their worries.

03. WILDCARD!

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[espigeonage]

Ah! Yes, I'm glad to hear it. [The bloodied feathers on his chest are drying, clearly tacky rather than wet at this point.]

Hmm, well! Birds are not so different from you. Nonverbal when we hatch, babbling ensues, whoever's bringing us up encourages the whole spectacular language endeavor. For most birds participating in society that's family members, buuuut I know people who were taught by volunteers, even by humans.

[parkourprince]

[ Normally, he was a lot more observant, yet the distraction of finding a talking bird made the splotch of blood near invisible for a time. With the shock and surprise waning slowly into something more manageable— indeed, it does draw attention, a stark contrast against otherwise pristinely white feathers. ]

Is it not bird song, usually, that you are taught? [ He chuckles, clearly it was not the case in the case of this particular bird and his world, but he had to tease a little, before finally his gaze settled on the blood and a frown overtook his features. ] But— are you hurt?

[ To his eye, at least, the bird did not act it. There was no pain in his voice, and he moved easily. ]

[espigeonage]

That too! I regret I'm not much of a singer past, perhaps, duets. [He turns his head so that both eyes are visible and winks. Yuuya, no.]

Ah, this? Ahaha, no, not really. A flesh wound. It's closed already. [He's rather more perturbed about it than he's letting on, which as an elf Legolas might pick up on.] I just haven't had time to wash this off. Hopefully it doesn't stain.

[parkourprince]

[ Legolas would not be opposed to a duet at all, singing, after all, is a great passion to him, as it is to all elves! But for now he allows it to slide, something to bring up later at a more opportune moment. A smile overshadowed the concern but briefly— and the frowns deepened. ]

There are healers among us, it would be wise to allow one to see to it before you take to the skies. [ Then, he nodded in one direction. ] There is also a river near-by, if you would wish to wash up.

[espigeonage]

Ah, well, that's a kind thought but I'm a medical assistant myself. [Yuuya's flown injured before. He's also not sure he trusts anyone to touch the site.] Yes, I expected so! I'll have to see. Thank you for telling me.

But I've been rude. Lovely creature, my name is Yuuya Sakazaki! Fantail dove and fashionable young man.

[parkourprince]

[ There was a long moment of consideration and pause, Legolas wondering if he not ought to insist. Alas, it did not sit right with him to force this bird — Yuuya — to take another's help if he did not wish it. He nodded, in the end. ]

I will insist no more, but— know these are people you may trust, we all share this plight after all. [ Being spirited away from their homes to a world hostile towards them. Each other, to be entirely honest, was all they had.

The introduction, however, did receive a small and another dip of the head. ]

Legolas, son of Thranduil. Well met, Yuuya—, [ It sounded strange, coming from his lips, but he did not butcher it entirely! ] may the stars shine upon this hour of our meeting.

[espigeonage]

That is good to know. Truly though, I'm good! It was a small wound, and on the mend already. I heal fast.

[Yuuya doesn't have basically anything in the way of humanoid expressiveness. Even to someone who knows bird expressions he's not broadcasting much but confidence and ease. He's really alarmed and guilty and shaken about something, but compartmentalizing it all back.]

Ah! Indeed! Another aficionado of the stars, hmm?