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TEST DRIVE MEME #5
TRUST CHANG ON THIS ONE GUYS

STEP 1 Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. You're more than welcome to leave the message blank or have a fun little scenario going on. Like fighting that dragon thing or other Asgard shenanigans.
STEP 2 Other people respond to your post with new or existing muses! A budding romance! Hilarity! Fluff! A sudden attack! The choice is yours to make!
STEP 3 ???
STEP 4 PROFIT!
STEP 5 Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

just took the text from

fakehedgehog; hope you don't mind!

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[ Arthur will not flinch at the dragon's hissing, but his eyes do narrow upon the creature and its master. He would never bring harm to a woman, it is against everything he believes in, so he does not go onto the defensive or give any sign of fight.

She has yet to give him reason to fear threat. And though everything he has been taught tells him not to trust her outright for the magical beast at her feet, everything he has learned in his time here tells him to at least try. ]

If you insist, though it may prove a bit difficult to hold an audience with no one present. These "gods" are friends to none and know nothing of hospitality. I am sorry, my lady, but your efforts would be in vain.

[ And he has no qualm with the title, because even if Arthur does not know her station, he can see the traits of nobility in her, the air of one who knows power. But he knows his own as well, and will not bow to whatever secrets she may bear. ]

They have taken my children, Ser. Two of them held by men claiming to be gods.

[ He appears to be a knight, she gives him the benefit of the doubt. ]

I am the dragon's daughter. I will not abandon my children.

[ The dragon's - ? His eyes dart back to Drogon, and he wonders - but what does it matter, truly? He swallows, and allows something closer to sympathy to reach his eyes. ]

It is scarcely anything of a consolation, but by all accounts, your time here bears no weight in your home realm. It will be as though you never left at all. Your - children, they are not here. They are as safe now as they were before you were brought to Asgard.

I had three children, I am left with one. How am I to know they have not taken them? If they sell my dragons I will burn them to the ground.

[ clearly distressed. She was never parted from her dragons like this.

A small beat of curiosity. ]

Time halts? In this city?

[ He blinks. Well, good on you. For the - burning. ]

It does, or so we have been lead to believe. Those that have returned home and been brought back have reported such. And - [ He swallows again, but this time for his own discontent. ] - we will have no recollection of the events that transpire here upon our return as well. Nothing will have changed.

How did they return? Why have they been brought back? What is it that we are kidnapped for?

[ Arthur smiles slightly. ]

If it is all the same, my lady, I would be glad to answer any of your questions, but - perhaps someplace a bit more, um, comfortable?

[ Because ahaha half-naked woman raging with a dragon in the middle of the street what do? ]

[ an immediate frown. She has no one to protect her, nothing to protect herself with and a man offers to take her somewhere 'comfortable'. ]

I cannot trust you. You could be of the Usurper's. It would not be the first time killers tries to end my life with a smile and a curtsy.

The Usurper?

[ There are far too many implications to follow that name, let alone the accusation. ]

It may put your mind to rest to know we are likely not of the same world. I am Arthur Pendragon, Crown Prince to the kingdom of Camelot, and I assure you, I mean you no harm.

[ he seems truthful enough. She remains cautious but a bit more civilized. ]

I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons. Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men and rightful Queen of Westeros. Most address me as Khaleesi.

[ and she is not yet sixteen. ]

[ He'd figured she had rank, but for this - a child -

He sets his discomfort aside, it is not his place to judge her world, and straightens with the propriety taught him from before he spoke his first word. ]

In that case, if it please you, Khaleesi, it would be my honour to find you a place of respite.

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[ A beat of silence but, well alright. She gathers Drogon in her arms and nods. ]

I thank you, Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. I - would you care to tell me of this city? If I shall not have words with the gods, I would still like to understand where is it that I have been brought to.

Of course.

[ And since IDK the actual layout, let's just assume he starts walking in the direction of an NPC restaurant. :|b ]

This realm is called Asgard, under the sovereign of these supposed "gods." The borders between the different worlds and times mean next to nothing to them, and they blur them with a careless sort of ease in order to bring us to the city and restore it to health once more.

Why do they bring us here, then? These gods?

Do you see the natives? Their lack of colour, how regardless of how long you spend looking upon them, you cannot recall their face once you look away? Even the light is a bit duller, the darkness a bit darker, and the places less traveled are completely devoid of life and colour altogether.

[ This much, he knows firsthand. The rest, though - ]

We are told it's an illness, a plague upon the realm. And we are brought here to cure it.

How are we to cure it? I had not seen such follies in my realm but I can assume it is only magic that can undo this.

[ and for all her own magic, bringing dragons into the world, she cannot fix it, she is not a maegi, has no wish of being. ]

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