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[fakehedgehog]

TEST DRIVE MEME #3
REVENGE OF THE DRIVE

Third season time for the Asgard Eventide Test Drive Meme!

Your mission, if you choose to accept it:
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 Assgard 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: PROFIT!
Step 4: 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!

GO FORTH AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN!

Comments

[epsiloned]

... That's none too reassuring. Though to tell you he truth, I haven't heard of Gilgenheim, either.

[He glances around again. They couldn't have sent him out on a combat mission without letting him know first, right? Even if he was newly promoted to the position of Epsilon of Battle.]

[dementias]

[Ivan scratches his head, a sleeve sliding down and showing what looks to be a certain bird branded into his skin.]

великий. I can't even tell where the Monarchy's touch is here. I don't think they want me to go missing...

[epsiloned]

Yeah, don't think the others are too happy with me up and disappearing after I just got promoted. So much for making a good impression after everything.

[:T seriously if this is some sort of joke he's not amused, as much as he likes a good prank every now and again. Though now his gaze flickers to the mark on Ivan's arm, and he gives him a quizzical look for a moment, though he doesn't say anything. No point, though he does file it away for future reference.]

[dementias]

[Ivan catches that, and he looks embarrassed, suddenly.]

Um, well. If you haven't heard of Germania... [He relifts his sleeve and lets Subaru get a good look at it. It's the symbol of a phoenix, the neck wrapped with some kind of wire and the feet clutching a burning snake.]

It's my label. Since I'm a writer, the Monarchy owns me and my work.

[epsiloned]

[His expression darkens for a moment, a few flashes of memory playing in his subconscious. Of the blur that is his memory before becoming an Eternal, he definitely remembers the Federation and what it had done to his home, and even then the history of how it came to be in the first place.]

... People shouldn't have to be owned by another. It only ends in pain. [He scowls, looking uncharacteristically angry before he realizes this fact and turns away.]

Sorry. Things like that just leave a bad taste in my mouth.