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TEST DRIVE ※ 1
TEST DRIVE #1
These woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but being lost in them is pretty alarming to most people. Perhaps it's lucky you're hearing what sounds like... a party?
If you follow the sounds through thinning trees, a brick-paved road rises from the ground ahead. Keep going, and you'll find yourself approaching a bustling festival. Small, jaunty, colorful buildings line a way bedecked with flags, banners, and (of course) ever-present vendors.
Good morrow! Dost thou carest for a turkey leg? Some funnel cake? Modestly priced costume jewelry? Come right this way, dear visitor! The faire is here!
First, however, the faeries would like a moment of your time. At one of the entry gates, a spritely, brightly-dressed faerie tells you, "Tickets are long-since sold out, but joy is one currency we accept. So as long as you plan to enjoy yourselves, you may enter with a day pass. However, please read the sign. By entering, it means you agree to the terms."
The faerie points to a large wooden sign with words painted on it. The sign says something to the effect that the summer faeries are not responsible for anything that happens at the faire, and by entering you're agreeing to exempt them from indemnifying you for not offering the same magical protections they offer proper ticket holders in the unlikely event of surprise and disaster, etc etc.
Fortunately, it's actually not that different from a standard legal agreement for some kind of dangerous activity like go-cart racing. Of course faeries would be careful about any legal disclaimers for events.
USEFUL LINKS
A FAIRE SHAKE
A renaissance faire is in full swing in the woods today, or so it would seem. But no one here is just playing a part: these outsize personalities, bright costumes, and pseudo-Elizabethan voices are perfectly real.
It's the only place you can go for food and appropriate clothing. Also there's magic at your feet, drawing you towards others bound by the Quest magic, making it so all paths seem to lead to the Faire. Even if you don't want to enter, it feels like you have to, like there's something important to find.
a) The Faerie Toll
Some of the faeries are lighthearted and cheerful, with round and heart shaped faces and brightly colored clothes. These summer faeries are willing to part with some faerie coin in exchange for certain actions. Anyone that watches others take them up on their deals can see that the actions are indeed harmless, and there is no catch. Apparently happiness and frivolity really can be exchanged with the faeries here. Ways to earn a small bit of coin: physical comedy, agreeing to a round in the dunk tank (yes they have one), telling the faeries a good joke (but it really has to be a good one, by faerie standards), letting oneself getting pied in the face, and pieing someone you're with in the face, among other things. Silly dances are also in high demand, especially ones with actual rules vs. ones that are made up on the spot, with a clear preference for moves like tiktok dances, the macarena, or the Hustle.
Some of the faeries are lighthearted and cheerful, with round and heart shaped faces and brightly colored clothes. These summer faeries are willing to part with some faerie coin in exchange for certain actions. Anyone that watches others take them up on their deals can see that the actions are indeed harmless, and there is no catch. Apparently happiness and frivolity really can be exchanged with the faeries here. Ways to earn a small bit of coin: physical comedy, agreeing to a round in the dunk tank (yes they have one), telling the faeries a good joke (but it really has to be a good one, by faerie standards), letting oneself getting pied in the face, and pieing someone you're with in the face, among other things. Silly dances are also in high demand, especially ones with actual rules vs. ones that are made up on the spot, with a clear preference for moves like tiktok dances, the macarena, or the Hustle.
b) New and In Stock
You tried to steal from the faeries instead of paying their toll, or have otherwise misbehaved. The faeries like your moxie, though. They'll let you keep what you took (if you took something), but first you're gonna have to do some time in the stocks.
Will anyone take mercy on you and bust you loose? Does anyone have a tomato? Perhaps you meet someone else while they're suffering a similar punishment in the other stocks across from you. If you didn't actually steal, maybe you got framed. Or you're in the stocks with your "partner in crime" who you were falsely accused of being affiliated.
Fortunately, you won't be in there overly long. Even if you can't escape and no one busts you out, the faeries aren't particularly cruel and the absolute worst you'll get thrown your way by the crowd is a fruit.
If you push, the faeries might also let you out if someone else agrees to be responsible for your good behavior. This could, naturally, lead to both of you doing more time together.
You tried to steal from the faeries instead of paying their toll, or have otherwise misbehaved. The faeries like your moxie, though. They'll let you keep what you took (if you took something), but first you're gonna have to do some time in the stocks.
Will anyone take mercy on you and bust you loose? Does anyone have a tomato? Perhaps you meet someone else while they're suffering a similar punishment in the other stocks across from you. If you didn't actually steal, maybe you got framed. Or you're in the stocks with your "partner in crime" who you were falsely accused of being affiliated.
Fortunately, you won't be in there overly long. Even if you can't escape and no one busts you out, the faeries aren't particularly cruel and the absolute worst you'll get thrown your way by the crowd is a fruit.
If you push, the faeries might also let you out if someone else agrees to be responsible for your good behavior. This could, naturally, lead to both of you doing more time together.
c) I'm Just Here For the Turkey Leg
Wandering lost in the woods is hungry work. Maybe you know better than to eat food offered by faeries, but the humans of the faire should be safe enough, right? Where else are you going to find a whole turkey leg, a funnel cake, or a cold beer around here? The lines can get pretty long though, and sometimes orders get mixed up, or someone swipes what was yours! Maybe they bump into you and spill food down your front. Or perhaps you see someone with no money and decide to offer to share.
Some of the food seems out of this world or is clearly made for a more alien palate (not always in an appetizing way). Most of the food has big enough portions if you're not the only one eating
Wandering lost in the woods is hungry work. Maybe you know better than to eat food offered by faeries, but the humans of the faire should be safe enough, right? Where else are you going to find a whole turkey leg, a funnel cake, or a cold beer around here? The lines can get pretty long though, and sometimes orders get mixed up, or someone swipes what was yours! Maybe they bump into you and spill food down your front. Or perhaps you see someone with no money and decide to offer to share.
Some of the food seems out of this world or is clearly made for a more alien palate (not always in an appetizing way). Most of the food has big enough portions if you're not the only one eating
d) Surely, You Joust
Whether you're just watching, betting on the outcome, or have convinced someone to armor you up and put you on a horse, the jousting tournament is a major event! Will anyone be able to unseat the intimidating Black Knight? Have you started a rivalry with a competitor you just met in a line twenty minutes ago? Are you helping another member of the squad by pumping them up for their match? Or are you just over here to see how many horses you can pet without anyone noticing?
Even those not interested in the competition might want to give it a whirl. There are different rewards for unseating certain levels of competitors like food supplies, flasks of boozeahol, small bags of silver or gold, and weapons of moderate quality, like swords, knives, or bows.
For those that don't own their own armor and lances, some light armor and lances are on loan but the armor is all dinged up and the lances are easily broken, putting someone using them at a disadvantage.
Whether you're just watching, betting on the outcome, or have convinced someone to armor you up and put you on a horse, the jousting tournament is a major event! Will anyone be able to unseat the intimidating Black Knight? Have you started a rivalry with a competitor you just met in a line twenty minutes ago? Are you helping another member of the squad by pumping them up for their match? Or are you just over here to see how many horses you can pet without anyone noticing?
Even those not interested in the competition might want to give it a whirl. There are different rewards for unseating certain levels of competitors like food supplies, flasks of boozeahol, small bags of silver or gold, and weapons of moderate quality, like swords, knives, or bows.
For those that don't own their own armor and lances, some light armor and lances are on loan but the armor is all dinged up and the lances are easily broken, putting someone using them at a disadvantage.
e) Everyone's a Comedian
You (and maybe your threadmate) are being teased by a pair of funnymen doing a bit, be they jesters, Punch and Judy style puppets, or a pair of washing well wenches. The audience is delighted, but are you? What are you both going to do?
You (and maybe your threadmate) are being teased by a pair of funnymen doing a bit, be they jesters, Punch and Judy style puppets, or a pair of washing well wenches. The audience is delighted, but are you? What are you both going to do?
f) Wares, If You Have Coin
You're here! You have some gold! Time to get yourself some "period appropriate" (for varying values of both words) gear. Have you found a shopping buddy? What if you resell some goods you just picked up at a slight markup? Are you suspicious of the quality of a vendor's goods? Maybe this item over here is the last of its kind, and you and this stranger want it!
You're here! You have some gold! Time to get yourself some "period appropriate" (for varying values of both words) gear. Have you found a shopping buddy? What if you resell some goods you just picked up at a slight markup? Are you suspicious of the quality of a vendor's goods? Maybe this item over here is the last of its kind, and you and this stranger want it!
g) Stop! Thief!
Someone picked your pocket or snatched something out of your hands! It might even be your thread partner. Do you give chase? If your threadmate isn't the thief, are they helping you chase the thief down or getting in your way?
Someone picked your pocket or snatched something out of your hands! It might even be your thread partner. Do you give chase? If your threadmate isn't the thief, are they helping you chase the thief down or getting in your way?
h) Archery Range
Are you taking the chance to start learning a new skill on the practice targets? If it's any incentive, several fair maidens and handsome young fellows are hanging about, flirting with the best shots. If you're already good, you might be competing in the archery competition for a prize! The targets are close enough you can make conversation with the person one target over.
Are you taking the chance to start learning a new skill on the practice targets? If it's any incentive, several fair maidens and handsome young fellows are hanging about, flirting with the best shots. If you're already good, you might be competing in the archery competition for a prize! The targets are close enough you can make conversation with the person one target over.
i) Fortune Told
A stubborn young blonde woman in a long purple robe with a pointed hat - one that looks more than a little bit witchy - is determined to read your fortune for you. Loudly. Whether you like it or not. She has to demonstrate her skills to drum up business, you see! Now please hold your hand still, she just needs to get a good look at your fate line...
(Note: Players will have to npc the fortuneteller says in their thread and can go absolutely wildly wrong. However, sometimes the fortuneteller suddenly gets more intense and guesses a few things closer to the truth...)
A stubborn young blonde woman in a long purple robe with a pointed hat - one that looks more than a little bit witchy - is determined to read your fortune for you. Loudly. Whether you like it or not. She has to demonstrate her skills to drum up business, you see! Now please hold your hand still, she just needs to get a good look at your fate line...
(Note: Players will have to npc the fortuneteller says in their thread and can go absolutely wildly wrong. However, sometimes the fortuneteller suddenly gets more intense and guesses a few things closer to the truth...)
j) Out of Water
You draw attention to yourself with your behavior, or by how strange your manner of dress is (according to the faire folk, anyway.) Perhaps you have a still-functioning small electronic like a smartphone that's unlike anything they've ever seen. People are starting to give you the stink eye or ask you invasive questions. Will your threadmate help you out?
You draw attention to yourself with your behavior, or by how strange your manner of dress is (according to the faire folk, anyway.) Perhaps you have a still-functioning small electronic like a smartphone that's unlike anything they've ever seen. People are starting to give you the stink eye or ask you invasive questions. Will your threadmate help you out?
k) Bargaining With the Fae
There are some faeries here that are different from the sunny, cheerful summer faeries running the fair. These are the winter faeries, more ethereal and elegant, more immaculately dressed in finery that's a little too fancy for the event. Despite their beauty - or maybe because of it - these faeries are...colder. Many of them are busying themselves with maintaining magical lanterns around the edges of the faire. If asked, they tell your character they're handling security and to bug off.
But some of them maintain stands in shadier-looking areas of the faire. They're willing to offer more in exchange for greater payment. Warm, durable clothing to cut through the slight chill that comes at evening and night time. Swords made of much stronger metals than can be found elsewhere, of better make, with edges that take forever to dull. Bows with strings that rarely ever break.
Their deals are definitely backhanded though. For payment, they might say something like "we could really use your view on something, just a half hour of your time" and instead of having you participate in conversation where your insight is welcome, you lose your ability to see for a half hour.
These effects are unpleasant but usually temporary, lasting no longer than a half hour or so - but it's not like they'll tell you that. And if you try to go back to the stall afterwards to confront them, they'll have mysteriously disappeared. You'll at least get to keep whatever your bought and it will be of good quality, but the joke is definitely on you.
There are some faeries here that are different from the sunny, cheerful summer faeries running the fair. These are the winter faeries, more ethereal and elegant, more immaculately dressed in finery that's a little too fancy for the event. Despite their beauty - or maybe because of it - these faeries are...colder. Many of them are busying themselves with maintaining magical lanterns around the edges of the faire. If asked, they tell your character they're handling security and to bug off.
But some of them maintain stands in shadier-looking areas of the faire. They're willing to offer more in exchange for greater payment. Warm, durable clothing to cut through the slight chill that comes at evening and night time. Swords made of much stronger metals than can be found elsewhere, of better make, with edges that take forever to dull. Bows with strings that rarely ever break.
Their deals are definitely backhanded though. For payment, they might say something like "we could really use your view on something, just a half hour of your time" and instead of having you participate in conversation where your insight is welcome, you lose your ability to see for a half hour.
These effects are unpleasant but usually temporary, lasting no longer than a half hour or so - but it's not like they'll tell you that. And if you try to go back to the stall afterwards to confront them, they'll have mysteriously disappeared. You'll at least get to keep whatever your bought and it will be of good quality, but the joke is definitely on you.
l) Wild Card!
You can make up anything your character might reasonably see at a normal Renaissance Faire, or place an encounter in the woods nearby! Go wild!
You can make up anything your character might reasonably see at a normal Renaissance Faire, or place an encounter in the woods nearby! Go wild!
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Holly Short | Artemis Fowl
1. In the Woods
2. Bargaining With the Fae
3. Archery Range
4. Wildcard
making friends in the woods
Of course, his appearance doesn't exactly lend itself to being a particularly trustworthy-looking human, what with the excessive arsenal of bladed weaponry strapped to his heavy plate armor. Throwing knives, dagger, gigantic greatsword - was that a crossbow on his belt? At best, he looked like some kind of brutish mercenary. At worst - magical creatures probably would not be off the hunting menu with all the archaic murder tools he's packing. ]
Hey. Sorry for the scare. You're an elf, right?
[Please say yes.]
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[ Holly blinks. Since when did mud men come in sizes bigger than Butler? And why does every human (okay, not every) she stumbles across unshielded not only not seem surprised, but know exactly what she is?
Her mismatched eyes, one warm hazel and one icy blue, immediately catalogue every weapon on Guts's person. What's with the armour? What's with the weapons? Frond's sake, has she travelled back in time again? As if this day couldn't get any worse. ]
What's it to you, mud man?
[ Maybe she can mesmerise him? Except her shield wasn't working right, so who knows if that'd work either? ...could she even make proper eye contact with someone that tall without her wings? ]
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There's someone important I'm looking for... They're with the leader of the elves on Elfhelm, with Danan.
[A hopeful little glint enters his eye, oddly soft on an otherwise rather menacing hulk of a man. Could he have made it back after all? After a year in captivity... Was he one conversation away from returning to his comrades? A quiet desperation enters his voice.]
Can you please take me there?
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[ Neither of those names mean anything to her, which tells her a couple things: one, she's probably not back in time, and two, if she isn't, then this man is either extremely confused or she really isn't in her own world, anymore. Which is an alarming prospect, to say the least. ]
Even if I knew where that was, I'm not in the business of leading humans anywhere.
[ ...Artemis and Butler notwithstanding. ]
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[He stares blankly ahead at the trees behind her, somewhat failing at concealing the bitter disappointment balling up in his chest. More journeying lies ahead, it seems, regardless if this elf wished to help. At least they are capable of moving freely now, he supposes.
A deep sigh lets all the momentary anxiety seep out. May as well focus on the immediate problems. ]
Then you're just as lost in this forest, aren't you?
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Last I knew, I was underground. So, yeah. Guess you could say I'm pretty lost.
[ And she really can't afford to be wherever this is, if the past version of Koboi really is running loose. Who knows what she could do? Team up with her present day self? It hardly bears thinking about.
She still doesn't dare take her eyes off Guts. There's mistakes you don't make twice, and letting your guard down at the wrong time around a human that heavily armed is one of them. ]
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[Whatever thing Guts had just gone through appears to be over now. Time to get his shit together if he wants to get out of the woods.]
I'm not gonna pretend we're friends or anything, but we're both stuck here. Would be better to have two sets of eyes while looking for a way out. After I get my bearings, I'll be goin' my own way. Sound good?
[Well. One and a half sets, technically.]
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[ She's wary about turning her back on him or otherwise losing immediate track of him when she has no functioning weapons, so she mentally weighs up her options here. Unfortunately, most of them are 'keep him in sight until he breaks off on his own or you think you can shield long enough to get away'. Deal with the fact a human's seen her later, depending on... where they even are. ]
...okay, but don't push your luck.
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Elves are magic users, right? There any magic you can defend yourself with if we find anything nasty?
[ He's noticed the lack of weapons or even flight to get away. It is unlike him to show such concern for a stranger right away, but elves had been good to him enough times to warrant an exception to his usual cagey instincts. ]
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Yes. I have magic.
[ Not offensive magic, exactly. Elves, especially, don't have much offensive magic where she comes from. That's never really been a problem before, but that was when she had a working gun and Foaly's gadget of the week. ]
I'm fully capable of defending myself.
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She peers down with wary curiosity. Toby's inclination is to try and avoid humans (and people who look human in most regards); most of them are likely to be Controllers and have to be killed if they spot a free Hork-Bajir. But this isn't the forests of California, and this person might actually be too small to host a Yeerk.
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Holly almost takes a surprised step back, but stays holding her ground at the last second. No, not human, not even close, not even a species she recognises. Seems to her like the question of where she is just got a lot more complicated. What's even the protocol for being seen by a totally unknown species?
Her brow furrows low. "Guess I am. It's usually humans."
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"Usually?" she asks gravely, not coming down. "You look human to me."
No species where she's from has such a close resemblance to another species, though curiously, most of them have some parallels with Andalites.
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“Ew, no. I’m not. I’m—” Really, is there a protocol here? Not that protocol has ever stopped her in most cases, but when it comes to not revealing the People, she’ll usually make an exception to her rule breaking. Ah, to hell with it. “—I’m an elf. Nothing human about me. You only say an elf has human in them if you’re insulting them.”
Harshly.
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He looks confused at the "human!" part of her yell. Yeah, she's very short, but the first place his brain goes is "little person" not "nonhuman." But then he spots the ears and flicks his own ear thoughtfully as he thinks about what they mean. Alien? Faerie? Elf? Probably one of the latter two rather than the former. It'd make a weird sort of sense to run into a faerie after getting whispered at by some...nature spirits? Or something.
Other than the thoughtful ear flick, he seems strangely unphased by her. No freaking out, no hostility, no trying to hold her hostage for gold or wishes.
"'Sup?" he says, with a casual wave of his hand. He gives her space and doesn't move closer. 'Stay back!' isn't something you call out when you're comfortable.
The white dog that trots up alongside the young man isn't a particular breed. The dog is a mutt that mostly just gives off the essence of pure, unrefined dogness, like the floppy-eared dog you'd find in a human children's book. He's pretty dopey-looking, tongue lolling to the side and he looks excited at the sight of her. Not in an aggressive way, more giving off body language that suggests he's thinking "Playmate!" like a dog seeing a small child and thinking they're about to get pets. He jumps around with some excitement, making it clear he's wearing a little red cape with an "S" symbol in gold that matches the one in red on the man's black t-shirt.
When the dog starts towards her, Kon gives him a little high-pitched whistle that causes him to stop and obediently come back to his side. Clearly the dog is intelligent and well-trained.
"I don't think she wants to play right now, boy. She looks a little spooked." The young man takes one knee to pet his dog, but also because he figures it'll make him less intimating to someone only half his size. He looks over at her. "You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you? Like with the voices and the Green and the being zorped to...what is this? A magical realm? Another dimension?"
A pause. "And I'm only half human, by the way."
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Holly's defensive stance actually falters, because just about everything that just came out of this mud man's mouth and everything he just did is so far from what she was expecting that it'd be underselling it to even call it the opposite. Pure confusion flashes through her mismatched eyes and though her mouth opens, she doesn't immediately say anything. She just... squints.
...what?
Okay, roll it back. The ear flick and casual greeting—clearly noticed she's not human and is totally unfazed by it. Calling off his dog, commenting that she's spooked, kneeling—deliberately non-threatening behaviour, though she's not spooked, thank you very much, she just knows better. Asking questions that yes, she also has, but then— half-human?
Seriously, what?
"One: no, I don't know what's going on," though she'd bet a couple gold bars that it's some other dimension, it wouldn't actually be the first time she's shifted planes but it'd be the first time she didn't know it was coming, "two: half human isn't a thing."
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Do faeries or elves even have a form of science or is it just all their magic and stuff?
"They used DNA from two people to make me. One was human, the other was an alien." He points upward with an index finger. "Like from another planet."
He looks thoughtful.
"You have to be from another world or, I don't know, realm, or pocket dimension or something if someone being half-human is that shocking. In my world there are a lot of species that can procreate with humans to make a half-something."
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Holly pulls a face. "Why would any sensible species want to procreate with humans?"
Someone clearly has a hang-up, but in her defense, it's a hang-up that stretches civilisation-wide, not a personal one. Having your entire civilisation driven literally underground leaves a lasting impression.
"And clones don't... work. If you were a clone you'd be catatonic." Cloning tech's been around 500 years, but no one's ever been able to trigger the actual 'spark of life'. Give it a soul, so to speak. Hell, Koboi's first escape relied on that very fact.
Except he's kind of got a point with the talk about different worlds, realms, whatever, because nothing he's saying makes sense and they're awfully weird things to lie about.
That comment might be the first hint that the fairies where Holly comes from, at least, certainly have a concept of science. Another may be the wings sprouting from her back, easily missed in the position they've locked up in, flat along her spine. Look close enough and they're not sprouting from her back at all, but rather a power pack.
Totally dead, she just hasn't abandoned them yet; considering the state they're in she's not sure she trusts the self-destruct mechanism to go off if she did. She'll have to dispose of them the old fashioned way.
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It's a weird thing for someone to know. Most humans don't have the capacity to prove that about themselves.
"Cloning works where I'm from but they mess it up a lot. To keep clones from being blank slates they're able to age you up fast and straight up program stuff into your head to match your physical age."
He actually sits down on the ground, criss cross, to keep himself at a non-threatening level. His dog flops happily into his lap and Kon scritches him behind the ears.
"It's public knowledge that it works on people, too, sooo I'm gonna hazard a guess and say this is some trippy interdimensional thing."
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“You sound awfully calm about that idea.”
Not that she’s exactly freaking out herself, which she should really be more worried about, probably. Have the last few years really numbed her to this kind of crazy that much?
She’s not exactly dropping her defensive stance, but she doesn’t look quite as on edge. At the very least, this mud man— clone— half-human— whatever he is, isn’t trying to attack her, which is more than can be said for most humans she’s had run-ins with.
This still isn’t good, this kind of encounter should mean a basic mind-wipe at best, but it’s not like she can call up Foaly and ask him to send a team, is it?
“…you must be right, though. Humans where I’m from haven’t even got the busted kind of cloning tech. Not even close. And they haven’t met aliens.”
They don’t even know about the civilisation living beneath their feet, let alone anything that may be out there in the stars.
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Most parts of it anyway. Adapting to the human half of his DNA being from one of the world's worst supervillains has been a struggle.
"What are you? A faerie or elf or something? I wouldn't be shocked if they exist in my universe - my ex is a half-god and I've met some beings that were maybe nature spirits - so there's some weird legend stuff that's definitely real. But I've never met one."
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Half… god. You know what, why not? Not like today can get much weirder if it tries.
She squints across at him, seriously thinking for a good— thirty seconds, or so. He’s seen her. There’s no wiping out here. She might be able to pull off a mesmer, but she doesn’t trust her magic right now; if her shield didn’t behave how she expected, even something as simple as redirecting him away from this line of questioning could cause some damage if her mesmer is the same. And she’s not in the business of giving humans brain damage.
Note to self: tell Foaly to hurry up and invent a field mind wipe kit. Not that it would probably have survived the trip, anyway, even if it existed.
D’arvit.
“For the record, you should be having this entire encounter wiped from your memory.” She sighs. “Both. I’m both. Elves are fairies.”
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He's not a fan. Cadmus had wanted to install control words in him and had failed because the Newsboys had broken him out before the maturation process had finished. Lex Luthor had wanted to install control words and successfully did it, using them late rto make him hurt his friends.
But he tries not to be harsh, tries to be understanding.
If they're trying to hide their existence, memory erasure is better than killing witnesses.
"But I'm guessing if you're scared of humans and don't want them to know you exist, you have a good reason for it. They do kind of suck sometimes."
Again, see: Cadmus. Lex. Amanda Spence and the Agenda. General Good. Amanda Waller...
"For what it's worth - since I know you have no reason to believe me - I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to figure out what brought me here, where here is, and how to get back home."
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“Less than five years ago a mud boy, only twelve years old, kidnapped one of us and held them for ransom. Successfully. I’d say that’s pretty uncool, too.”
Leaving out the fact that the fairy in question was her, and that the kidnapper is now one of the People’s closest allies. Artemis certainly didn’t start that way, even now sometimes she’s not completely sure they can trust him.
Fowl and his lies.
Shake that thought away. She rests a fist on her hip.
If he wanted to grab or otherwise hurt her, he probably would have by now, so he has that going for him, at least. She’s vulnerable on the ground like this, without a weapon or backup. It’d be easier than she’d like it to be. “That we can agree on. I don’t have time for this kind of detour.”
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