Test Drive

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Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, you've come to the right place!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You have just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon. Or, attend one of the many block parties!

3. Lost!: Somehow you got yourself turned around and confused and getting back to where you want to be is looking impossible.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Comments

[tallasaking]

And now, Tyrion's eyebrows are going to go up. Way up. "What is wrong with .... The Pirate? Beyond, of course, being a pirate."

That really was just self-explanatory.

[darkestauthor]

Henry snorted. "Let's say everything and move on, shall we?" He'd rather talk about his father's death than Hook.

"We were originally going to discuss my father, weren't we?"

[tallasaking]

"We were. So tell me how he was dead and then not dead. And please let me know if this has anything to do with you feeding me to him, so I at least can get a headstart." Yes, all of this is said with a very straight face.

[darkestauthor]

Henry managed a small chuckle at the zombie reference but the circumstances of Neal's death were still painful. He turned to the book, flipping it back to the picture of the boy his father had been and staring at it as he spoke.

"It was magic and an evil woman that killed him. He died...He sacrificed himself to save everyone else. I don't know how he's back. It was this place that did it. I'm just grateful I have the chance to get to know him."

His hand moved to the book. "This was him as a boy. When he thought life was good. Or not nearly as bad as they ended up being."

[tallasaking]

He looked at Henry then, then down at the book. "Such a hopeful face - it reminds me of you, young Henry. There must be a lot in common between you."

[darkestauthor]

"I think there is. Both believers of the best in people. Same hatred of the evils of magic. And we all, including my grandfather, got tormented by one of the worst villains I've ever faced."

He turned to Tyrion. "Who would you say was the worst person you ever met?"

[tallasaking]

"... well that's not encouraging for furthering your accquaintence, if you are always going about and getting yourself tortured. Stop that." Tyrion said with mock seriousness, even though his eyes flashed sympathy.

His answer was all too quick. "My father."

[darkestauthor]

"You say that as if I actually wanted those things!" Henry replied in the same mocking tone.

"But you'll certainly get along with my grandfather. It was his father who I was talking about. A man...A boy so vile he was able to torment three generations. It was his fault I almost died for the third time before I'd entered my teens."

[tallasaking]

"Henry, from what I've heard of your family - you all might be odd. I am not judging, but I am not saying it would be beyond the realm of belief." Tyrion shrugged for a moment, before his expression became grim.

"Then I feel for your grandfather. Some parents do not deserve to be called the title."

[darkestauthor]

"My family is odd in some ways. But I don't want to die any more than you do. Assuming you don't want to die." They might be joking around with information, but Henry still wanted that on the record. He didn't like almost dying lots.

"I'm glad we agree on that at least." Henry sighed. "Though perhaps that's enough about my family."

[tallasaking]

"Well it was rather in question for some time ... but I have decided that being alive is still optimal. Life is filled with possibilities. Death is not."

He glanced over at the young man and nodded . "Indeed. Quite enough."

[darkestauthor]

Henry didn't want to touch the subject of death so he left it be, moving on to the other subject in mind. "I'll be right back." And he ran back to his bedroom coming back with two notebooks and a pen but also a quill and ink bottle which he set aside. He opened one notebook to a blank page and offered it to Tyrion with the pen. Then he opened the other, setting it before him while holding the quill.

"It's your turn. Show me your family tree."

[tallasaking]

"Very good." Tyrion took up the pen - then paused - eying that pen seriously. "How far back would you like me to go? And how do I use it?"

He could go rather far back, if he wanted to. He had the ability to do so, thanks to all his extensive studying.

[darkestauthor]

"As far back as you want to. As much as you want to share."

Henry was like a sponge with knowledge. He wanted everything he could get his hands on. And this man's family was just as interesting as his own.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion pursed his lips thoughtfully, before he started to sketch out a rough family tree, then drew one more square above it. In there, he put in 'Lann the Clever'.

"Our entire line is supposed to come from one of the seven founders of the seven kingdoms, Lann the Clever. Some thought of him as a trickster."

[darkestauthor]

Henry watched him work but didn't interrupt. Once Tyrion was done, he smiled at him.

"Seven founders of seven kingdoms. Sounds almost like Loki, your Lann."

Henry unscrewed the top of the ink bottle and dipped the quill into the ink. Then he began writing even though the quill never touched the page.

The words would most likely not make sense to Tyrion. Henry had created his own code when he had started Operation Cobra so that Regina couldn't read them if found. This had continued as a shorthand and the Author's quill made writing it much quicker still. Plus, he found he could write and listen at the same time when he did this.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion was just going to sit here and stare at this quill moving all on it's own, his mis-matched eyes wide as the words formed in ways that he did not understand in the slightest.

"Fascinating ... I mean, your quill, not my history. Although that is also fascinating. Who is Loki?"

[darkestauthor]

"This is just basic magic." Henry shrugged. He wasn't sure how it worked but he knew only he could use it.

"And Loki is the God of Mischief in Norse mythology, as well as one of the villains in the Thor and Avengers comic books."

[tallasaking]

"Oh, I see. Basic magic. How rude of me to assume otherwise." Is Tyrion's wry response. "I see ... what are the Norse, and who is Thor and the Avengers?"

[darkestauthor]

Henry laughed. "I meant, the magic is in the quill and the ink, not me. It's actually really powerful and specific but it's basic to me because I just have to drag the quill across the page. I guess it's more complicated to explain than experience."

Henry pondered the questions then realised he has the answer upstairs. He said nothing just grinned as he ran out of the room and came back with a box. He thumbed through them until he found one his Avengers comics and handed it to Tyrion. "That's Thor. He's part of the Avengers, which is a group of superheroes trying to help save the world. Thor is based of the Norse mythology as well. The Norse are a group of people from my world's history."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion folded his hands together, fingers linking together as he watched the quill move. "Yes, I suppose it is very complicated ... although I expect magic is very complicated period for the lay person. Which, I am."

He arched an eyebrow as the boy ran off upstairs, amusement flashing over his face as he handed over the booklet. "I see ... and he's some sort of hero then, like Bran the Builder or Lann the Clever."

[darkestauthor]

"It took me a while to understand it. This is my own personal magic. And I hope I can use it for good."

He watched Tyrion flick through the comic. "Yeah. Thor is a hero. Loki's the villain. It's quite black and white but it's fun to read. My mom used to buy me those before..." He paused, wondering how to explain. In the end, he used a little white lie. "...before I got this." He gestured to the quill.

[tallasaking]

"I hope you use it for good as well, otherwise I'm going to be in an awkward sort of position. Watching you do bad magic, and all."

He nodded his head slowly, reading the pages. Art and writing together, fascinating. "So you could write your own stories, instead of reading those made by others?"

[darkestauthor]

Henry laughed again, though nervously. "I'd rather not do that again." He said softly. It hadn't been fun. Except it had. And that scared Henry.

Luckily, Tyrion changed the subject and he nodded. "That is my job. I'm the current Author. With this quill and ink, I document the stories of other people. The previous Author wrote that Storybook." He pointed the original one in which they'd seen Baelfire and Regina. "But he used the power for his own personal gain so it was then passed onto me."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion gave him a wry little smile at that, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "Hmm."

He allowed the conversation to shift alone, before he nodded his head. "So you are to write stories just for everyone else?"