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TEST DRIVE MEME #8

TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to the eighth test drive meme for Abraxas! This meme is run a little bit differently than most in that you'll be asked to choose one of the three different arrival scenarios below for your character to take. If you have any questions about this mechanic or anything else related to the TDM, please take a look at the questions below or ask one of your own under the Questions header below. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.

Our Setting pages are full of information on the world of Abraxas, and an overview of the story so far can be found on our Game History page! Anything on that page - including information about the Horizon and the Singularity - can be assumed to be told to newcomers after they arrive, no matter which faction they are received in. For more information on Ambrose and the apprentice mages, Marlo, and Rowan, please see our NPCs page.

You can also find answers to questions asked on previous TDMs in their respective questions threads.

NOTED CURRENT EVENTS

◎ Rumor has it that two emissaries - a werewolf and a vampire - visited from Nocwich in early July. With them came some wares distributed to shops throughout each faction. A few sparse items may remain for purchase, such as glowing flowers or fine ales, but much of it has now been sold.

◎ New arrivals in THE FREE CITIES may hear a bit of chatter around Cadens about art, politics, and recent performances involving its sister city, Libertas. It's all standard fare - the kind of topics spoken about over a beer or in line at the market - but there's a small stir in the air.

◎ Lately, locals in SOLVUNN have begun to approach the Summoned with a sort of awe and respect. New arrivals will find themselves treated much the same way and may be asked for advice or given gifts that seem like offerings such as wine, harvest bounties, or some delicious goat cheese. Your character is free to turn these down and should they turn down enough people, they will not be bothered further as no one wishes to offend them.


Arrival

You awaken suspended in the abyss, silent darkness stretching out in all directions. If you try to yell, you'll find that the sound doesn't carry. If you try to move, you'll find it's impossible to tell whether or not you're actually getting anywhere. If you reach for an item you were carrying last time you remember being awake, your hand will only touch bare skin.

You're naked and floating helplessly through the void, and what little air you have in your lungs is running out.

There's a pinprick of light that almost looks like a faraway star but as it grows it becomes clear that it's actually quite close. Through the opening you can see a bright room, but it's hard to make out any individual objects, as if you're looking from beneath rippling water.

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

A hand plunges through and you realize water is just what it is. Whether you take hold of the hand or not it will grab you and yank you up through the surface, lifting you out until you're sprawled on solid ground. Once you catch your breath, you can get a better look at the surroundings: tall trees and even taller stone pillars surround the platform you're laying on. Behind you is an ornate fountain, the base of which is so deep and so dark you might be compelled to scramble away from it lest it suck you back in to that endless abyss. Ahead of you are the walls of a large castle with several tall towers reaching up towards the sky.

If you had any powers, they feel unusually weak. Attempts to use magic or enhanced strength or powers of any sort fizzle out without any effect, but they don't feel completely gone, either.

Set into an indent on a marble slab behind the fountain is a card bearing the image of one of the arcana.

An apprentice mage - the one whose hand lifted you out of the fountain - brushes the water off on their robes and runs back to join a group of three others, who all stare intently at a mage with highly decorated robes and a large, heavy book. He peers up at you for a moment and starts flipping through the book.

"One moment," he says, not bothering to look up from the tome. He looks tired. "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. We’ll explain everything in a moment, but for now, please calm down. You’re completely fine."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the pages, until he stops on one specific passage, stares at it for a moment, and then sighs with relief:

"Finally!"

Ambrose's expression brightens, relief visible across his features. He waves one of the apprentices over with a fine silk tunic, pants, and some basic sandals and with a wave of his hand they reshape to fit you perfectly.

"Oh, thank heavens," he says, closing the book and approaching you with a sort of worn-out relief. “I was beginning to believe we’d never get it exactly right.”

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem to visibly relax, and the one that handed you the tunic stops to take the tarot card down from the marble slab. If you show any curiosity about the card, they'll let you take a longer look, but won't let you touch it.

"Please, come with me," he says, motioning for you to follow him towards the castle. "As promised, my pupils will explain your current situation. And, ah - if you had any magic of your own, or other special abilities you can't access right now, fear not, they'll return within the week. The summoning takes a lot out of you."

One of the apprentices steps forward and rattles on and on about the castle, Thorne itself, the names of a bunch of royals and nobles, and of course, your reason for being here. The Kingdom and the world itself is in great peril, and tales of your exploits have reached far and wide across universes. If asked about these exploits, the apprentice will simply smile and shrug. The High Mage was happy to see you and that's good enough.

Once inside the castle you're taken to the North Wing, which has been set up as living quarters for you and your fellow newcomers. There are four people to a room, but each generously-sized bed has opaque curtains that can be drawn around it. You can meet your roommates here and discuss your shared situation (those who were previously brought in may have a great deal of information to tell you), or you can wander around and meet the others.

There's also a dining hall stocked with a rotating 24/7 buffet in celebration of the new honored guests. Somehow, your very favorite food is part of the rotation (or at least an attempted recreation of it given the limited technology available to the Thorneans). The town surrounding the castle is all abuzz as well, with most shops and services willing to give free samples of their wares to the new arrivals.

You may also notice that your sign is embroidered on your tunic: the same image you saw on the card from before with the name of the sign itself beneath it. If you ask the castle residents, they'll tell you a little bit about your sign (and will mostly stick to the positives, although some might point out the negatives).

Last (and, if you ask anyone else in the castle, least) there is a worn stone staircase leading underground to the dungeon. You can go there, if you wish, but all powers are restricted in the dungeons and most of the cells stand empty.

Scenario Two: Welcome to the Free Cities

You find yourself pulled from the water by a pair of strong hands. Dry warmth hits you at once as you're set on a warm hard floor. As your senses return you realize you're on dull ruddy stone and surrounded by strangers. Men and women in unfamiliar uniforms of brown and red leather stand in a semi-circle around a small pool of water. The very pool you were just pulled from. The water is still now, rimmed in pale gold tiles with odd symbols etched into them. Across it on the far side is a raised pedestal with a card propped on it. The card bears an arcana symbol.

You feel weak. Drained. Any abilities or magical powers you have seem far away and impossible to access. You're in what looks like a cave lit by dozens and dozens of torches set into the wall. There's no furniture or decoration to be seen besides the pool. It's almost uncomfortably warm and there's the sound of rushing wind somewhere in the distance. Flickering shadows obscure the faces of the guards. A robed woman stands off to the side, looking at you anxiously and then to the authoritative woman standing before you. She's grinning, dressed in a fancier uniform than the others. There's a sword at her hip. A guard covers you with a blanket and returns to their place in the semi-circle.

The woman with the sword gives a nod of approval and smiles warmly.

"Sorry about the circumstances."

She gives you a good hard look before standing again.

"Take a minute, catch your breath, you've had quite a shock. Take it nice and easy. I'm Prime Minister Marlo Reiner and you're in The Free Cities. That nice lady over there will explain everything to you and get you settled." A nod to the robed woman off to the side.

Marlo Reiner steps back and the robed mage approaches to help you up.

"Come with me, please." She brings you out of the cave through a corridor that angles upwards until you emerge in what looks like some kind of storage facility. Shelves of wooden boxes and cloth bags line them, unidentifiable parts of what might be machines are tucked into corners and propped against shelving units. "This is one of the Free Cities' outposts," the mage explains as she leads you. "We're honored to have you with us, I'm sure you have many questions but please save them. You need to recover!"

You'll learn you're in the Cadens Desert Outpost 003, a military outpost on the outskirts of Cadens city. You're brought to a room in the barracks that's been prepared. Each barracks room is rather sparse and utilitarian. Six simple beds set against the wall, three on each side of the room, each with a trunk at the foot of it. You're told the world is in a delicate and dangerous times and you're needed to help. You're important, you're told, and they're very grateful you're here.

You're asked to stay close for the time being, but to make yourself at home. The outpost is more a proper military base than the name implies, with full facilities. The barracks have a communal bathing room at the end of the hall, with curtains that can be pulled around the individual raised round tubs for privacy. There's a mess hall that has food available from sun up till a few hours after sundown. You're even encouraged to make use of the training grounds, if you'd like, with non-lethal training weapons available for use and obstacle courses set up. And the city of Cadens is only a couple of hours away by wagon - though you're asked initially to please be back at the outpost within a few hours of the sun going down.

For your own safety.

Scenario Three: Welcome to Solvunn

The feeling of floating is the first sense that comes to you as the edges of unconsciousness start to ebb. Sunlight filters through the rippling water as you open your eyes, making you squint. Before you have the chance to panic and inhale, firm hands grasp your arms and pull you to the surface of the water. Moments later, soft warmth is wrapped around your shoulders as you're guided on unsteady legs out of a pool of water. You're lowered to the soft grass. Men and women in simple garments with lavish embroidery stand by, waiting with bated breath, glancing seriously at an old man in an ornate robe. He holds an old leather-bound book in one hand and in the other is a card bearing an arcana symbol. His eyes move quickly over the page, and he mumbles idly to himself.

Any strength you may have possessed feels as though it has slipped through your fingers. Any abilities or magical powers you have don't come to the surface no matter how hard you try. You're in a grassy clearing in the midst of a circle of large stone slabs stacked to look like doorways. In the middle is the same glimmering pool you were just pulled from. A gentle breeze blows through, carrying the scent of flowers and herbs from an ornately decorated altar set off in front of one of the stone doorways. The mage closes his book and steps out of the water, addressing a matronly old woman. Behind her are two younger people, a rough-looking man, and a meek young girl, both of whom are also watching the mage.

“I detect no ill will from the gods, it seems we've been blessed with success.” Those that had gathered all breathe a sigh of relief and now seem pleased.

The old woman smiles and steps forward, offering to take your hands and help you stand. “Any gift the gods give us is one we will happily take. I'm certain you have many questions, and they will all be answered in time. For now, rest and know you will be taken care of.”

She pats the top of your hand and steps away with a serene smile, letting one of the others come forward with some clothes that seem to fit you perfectly. Once you're dressed, someone approaches to drape a delicate-looking charm depicting a long-horned creature with large wings on a thin chain over your neck. Ask around later, and you may find that it is a symbol of Vielehauffe, the God of the Herd.

The rough-looking man from before steps forward once you're decent and motions with his head outside of the stone circle. His speech is informal, his consonants harsh.

“Hold your horses, I can see all those questions coming about! Rowan March, at your service. I'm one of the council members of Solvunn. There's a lot to discuss, but it's best talked about over a hot meal.” He leads you to a horse-drawn carriage and helps you up into the back. He talks the entire ride to the settlement.

You find out you are in the Primary Settlement, the first of three that make up Solvunn's great territory. The settlement is situated between two lakes and is humming with life. You're brought to the center of town and escorted to an apartment above one of the establishments in town. Rowan explains that the living conditions are temporary if you'd like them to be, that local families would also be happy to host you in their home. That there are others like you who have also taken up residence within the three settlements. You're told that the world hangs upon the brink of disaster and that there are those in this world that are happy to see it fall to ruin with their meddling.

You're important. The gods have graced them with your presence. They're delighted you're here. Welcome to Solvunn.

Everything you need has been provided in this humble apartment, and if it hasn't, there are shops that line the streets and a marketplace in the center of town. Owners of some establishments or stalls are more than happy to give out samples or barter with your time for their goods. Babysitting can be a very lucrative business. You're told of the other settlements, that they'd like you to stay here for now, but if you can find a family to host you, the secondary and tertiary settlements are best to get to with an escort.

There are tales of travelers visiting the secondary settlement without invitation disappearing without a trace. The gods are as hungry as they are protective, young traveler.

You’ll find that there are more than enough activities to throw yourself into to better settle into your new life in Solvunn. Work is done in the first part of the day so that families can spend the rest of it together in leisure and work on their crafts - whatever those may be. For those children who are not of school age, they need nannies or storytellers, and there’s always a gaggle of them running about unsupervised. Families with livestock can always take a spare hand, especially since farms are so spread out, they have a tendency to wander. Whatever skills you may possess can always be of use to the community or to honor the gods.

If any of these options are no good for your lifestyle, the main roads between settlements can always use a bit of monster clean-up… just make sure you don’t go alone.




Questions


How many slots are open?
Please check the Taken page for how many player, franchise, and canon slots are available. Activity check will be processed before applications open, so the count may change between now and then. Existing players can apply for a second character without restriction.

How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Which faction your character is drawn into has nothing to do with their personal morality, beliefs, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into any one of the situations.

Can I try out more than one scenario?
You can! But please keep in mind that only the one you eventually choose can be game canon, if you decide to keep any of your TDM threads.

What happens if my character refuses to comply with the NPCs?
They will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and the faction leaders will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, they will be warned once that everyone is willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight they will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the cities, murdering the NPCs, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other NPCs would be thrown back in the well (which will mean drowning in the void, not returning home). Brawling with other PCs and causing minor damage is fine and will be greeted with a cranky attitude and intervention from various NPC guards, and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Abraxans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

I want to wildcard a prompt or use one of the prompts from an earlier TDM that isn't on this one (eg. the library), can I do that?
Yes, in terms of the settings. As Thorne is no longer imprisoning any newcomers, that option is no longer applicable.

Is the power loss for characters permanent?
No, but it does take a week or so for their powers to be back in full, and certain powers (determined on a case-by-case basis) may require nerfs. If your character has world-breaking powers, please discuss with the mods what modifications may be necessary.

Can my character leave the bounds of the faction?
In Thorne, characters can leave the castle but not the city. In Cadens, they can take a trip from the outpost to the city. In Solvunn, they can explore the entirety of the Primary Settlement.

Can my character eventually change factions?
Yes. While the faction borders are currently closed, there will opportunities in the future for characters to relocate. For the time being, they are stuck where they are.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will determine where your character initially lives as well as the bias of the information they receive from NPCs (although other PCs can and most likely will give it to them a bit more straight). This decision - and every other major decision you make in game! - will also be used to flavor some mod surprises that will be coming down the line.

Don't get too anxious about this choice, though; this is just one choice you'll get to make in a game that has a lot of them, and every character in every scenario can work their way towards many, many individual goals and outcomes. You're not locking yourself out of anything in the future via the choice you made on the TDM. It will primarily impact the immediate future with the far-reaching effects being up to each player.

Are TDM threads mandatory for my application?
No, you may use other samples, but we encourage you to post to the TDM and get a feel for this game and its mechanics before you join. If you do not have a TDM thread you will still need to choose one of the three scenarios on your application.

What if I haven't settled on a sign yet?
You can ignore sign-related prompts if you're undecided (or try out different signs in different threads).

Can my character go to the Horizon?
First time visitors to the Horizon must be taken there by other characters, through either shared meditation or a physical journey to the Singularity, and all first-timers experience memory loss. For the purposes of the TDM, we suggest against using the Horizon.

What about making use of the network?
Much like Horizon they would need to be introduced to it by another PC, as no NPCs would be aware of the network or be able to access it. Because of this we would advise against using this mechanic for TDM top-levels.


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aquilus: (action - stance)

oops I guess this is a training ground not training hall...same diff right....

[personal profile] aquilus 2022-07-22 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Altaïr has fought against men with longer weapons than his before — Crusaders favor weapons as large as their conquest goals, it seems. The lance is likewise longer than the practice sword he's chosen to work with.

Good. A test with no challenge is no test at all.]


I am Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

[Dimitri can call him whatever he likes, people usually do.

If this were a real fight, Altaïr would be tempted to interrupt the idle talk with a quick attack, all the better to end it quickly, but that would defeat the purpose of this; he takes a ready stance of his own, eyes locked onto Dimitri and whatever he might do next, however he fights.]
righteously: (2485042_900)

[personal profile] righteously 2022-07-22 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( Another fun fact that doesn't get announced: dude totally pieces together the Japanese script is, in fact, Japanese, and is a name. Can't parse what it is exactly, but for reasons that will stay personal — cough, a deep and intense love of Asian cartoons — he gets the formatting. But yeah, that English side is where he focuses. )

Kimiko.

( He reads, and then shoots her a vaguely questioning look — he get that right? After that comes a tight but otherwise more or less sincere smile. )

Well, howdy Kimiko. Hope you're ready for some unsolicited bonding, because we got a hell of a walk to Cadens.

( It's more matter-of-fact than bitching. Inconvenient, sure, but in the grand scheme of things it's hardly the craziest or worst thing like this to happen to him. Not even in the last few weeks. In all likelihood, they won't run into anything on the way, considering the road between the outpost and the city is one of the more travelled and therefor more patrolled. Should be an otherwise boring trip, he just wasn't willing to risk it. It's kind of his job to do what he's doing right now: making sure the civilian (whether she actually is one or is just temporarily civilian status) doesn't get hit with a rare run of bad luck and stumble face first into a Chaigon. )

But first... you wanna tell me what the whole Black Widow escape act was all about?

( It'd be pretty friggin' nice to have a heads-up for if it's gonna happen again. He really doesn't wanna have to chase this chick down through the hot ass desert. After a certain point he'd just seem like a stalker. )
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godshattering: (pic#15586836)

they definitely do tbh

[personal profile] godshattering 2022-07-22 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sylvain's comment that he's now his favorite just gets a brief huff of amusement from Claude. While the other fills him in on what was said in the barracks this time, he simply listens and occasionally pops one of the snacks into his mouth to keep himself from interrupting. It's effective because by the end of it Claude does have a much clearer picture, in some ways. At Sylvain's question he merely offers the other a smile fraught with deep exhaustion - a far cry from the one he's usually able to force as one of his many masks. ]

A lot, unfortunately, at least in terms of the things you were told by those in charge. [ With a sigh he pauses to rub his jaw in thought, absently studying a table nearby playing some kind of drinking game. ] None of us know why we're here other than that there's some war imminent and they want us to help them with it. The other factions, Thorne and Solvunn? They're also bringing in Summoned. That's their name for us since I guess involuntary guests brings the mood down though it's way more accurate.

[ Now he shifts his gaze back to Sylvain to study him for a long moment. Where to start? Is it better to rip the bandage off all at once, or parcel information out in ways it might be easier to digest? Claude wishes he knew. ]

People appear when they pull them through anywhere in Abraxas - the name for this place, like where Fodlan's the whole continent back home and, well, you get it - but not everyone stays. No one really knows what happens to them when they disappear. Sometimes they come back, and sometimes it's... another version of the same person, but not the one that was here before. My feeling is they're looking for the right people to assist them with this war and they aren't going to stop until they have as many on their side as they can get.

[ Don't worry, he knows how this sounds. Time for an intermission where his expression turns to something sharper than feigned casualness. ]

Look, you can make your own decisions, but my advice is this: don't enlist. You don't even have to go back to the barracks tonight or ever unless there's something you need before getting out. There's an inn here where a lot of us stay and the owner will let you rent a room as long as you don't mind helping out around it with whatever she needs.

But of course! I'm really excited to see him!

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2022-07-22 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, he would laugh- if he only knew. For to him, the people are quite far removed from what a less charitable mindset would consider as real, yes. As is the sky itself. And the land and the greenery and the very rain and the wind. All somewhat disappointing, truth be told. The gist of what these things should be. Nothing else.

Yet. That is not where his focus should lie. It should lie on the one before him, this Erichthonios, and as it does- he finds himself one of two things. Chiefly, feeling a vague speck of fondness come to him. Secondarily, quite amused that he either took nothing in from the explanation he would have been given... or omitted it entirely.
]

And I you.

[And he does mean it. His eyes even form crescents, briefly, before he sobers.]

Our people, regrettably, are rather few and far between upon this star. For that is where you find yourself. These lands are nothing to do with our Etheirys. They, as the people and creatures upon it, are something else entirely.

[Well. Most of the people. ...He'll get to that.]

A form of magick was used to bring us here. A rather rudimentary sort, from what I have been informed, yet effective nonetheless. Those of Solvunn, where you find yourself now, believe said magick to be the work of their guardian deities. -Oh!

[He gestures toward Erichthonios, and the trinket he had been gifted.]

You wear one of them now. About your neck.
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[personal profile] earthborn 2022-07-22 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She frowns a bit, trying to figure out what she means. About the Singularity, clearly— or no, past it?

"I don't think anybody's been able to get past it," Shepard says, making a guess, "Whatever the Singularity is, it's bizarre and powerful. We just don't understand enough about it, yet. The horizon is useful, at least. You'll see, after your first trip."

Impossible to really describe what the distance communications were like. Not quite an extranet, not quite telepathy, not really anything like technology but oddly formalized for anything you'd call magic.

Shepard isn't a fan, but she can't deny the utility.

"Anything else?"
tobeclosetohim: (She is hard on herself)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-07-22 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The problem with wanting to look at anything but the landmine that just detonated between them — and holy fucking god is that why he hugged her? — is that it makes her lean into everything else. She swallows, dry grit and humid desert air, amazed her throat works at all. She's always been good on her feet, with hunters as her only breath and blood.

It does all line-up.

It and so much more that dominoes out from those memories. ]


Maybe I should have taken a play out of her book.

[ She doesn't mean it. She doesn't. And it's not even fuss and fire and an impotent threat. It's slow, but it's starting to bleed into her facial features, the copper of her eyes, the press of her mouth, the only just slightly quieter bent to her words. Like a gunshot. Ignoring it doesn't stop your body from bleeding out on you despite yourself. ]
aquilus: (hood - beard growth)

[personal profile] aquilus 2022-07-22 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whoever he speaks of, Altaïr is inclined to consider them a shrewd person. Information that others don't go to the trouble of getting is almost always worth having.]

I am.

[It's probably obvious. He doesn't fit in. Not yet. If he can't find a way back to where he belongs, he'll have to work to change that.]

Only for a few days now.
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-22 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Like what? [ Playing the innocent, he glances down at himself with wide eyes, skin still dripping from the bath as a droplet trails down his torso. ] Is there something wrong with the towel?

[ Yeah, sure, that's completely what she's finding issue with, he's certain.

Her manner reminds him of Bernadetta in some ways. But as she hasn't yet screamed, thrown something at him, or run away wailing and crying, he's going to take this as encouragement.

Which is why he starts moving towards her, his movements purposefully pronounced to give her warning but there's a sleek grace to his stride as well. The confidence of someone who knows what it's like to be admired and to take advantage of that for all it's worth. ]


If you're lost, it would be very ungentlemanly of me not to offer my assistance. [ He informs her of this quite cheerfully. ] What is it you were looking for, exactly?
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-22 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack looses him around the end there with Facebook and cellphones. But that feels irrelevant compared to everything that comes before. Few things have truly shook him so far. The explanation of Horizon, however, makes him uneasy enough that it reads on his features for a moment when he grimaces.

His tone, at least, manages to be more neutral if flat. ]


Then it's a... connection of minds? [ Kyle has plenty of reasons to avoid something like that. Long distance speech is one thing. He does not like to think of others being able to see the state of his mind as if in a physical space. ]

Do you have control over what others see and hear? How do people... [ He frowns again, attempting to smother his anxiety and loosen his tone a bit. He shakes his head and gives a short huff like a laugh, trying to play down the barrage of questions he means to ask. ]

I'm sorry, I know you only just said you aren't an expert on these things.
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bealufull: (FC_151)

[personal profile] bealufull 2022-07-22 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Most thinks in life usually are, though he's not sure what to expect in that moment. Whatever biotic might be, he most certainly isn't expecting what she does. Having seen Grisha at the best, and worst, it still isn't anything like this. He suspects, from things he's heard, it is like what might be if the Darkling and the Sun Summoner had been joined into something they supposed saints and all the Grisha had never seen.

Even as his eyes try and adjust, chin dipping slightly though not letting himself look away. Trying to memorize it all so that later he could try and remember what he'd seen.

As it dissipates, he lifts his chin, wishing for his cane to hold tight to as if he needs that sort of thing for his own stability. At least beyond the physical.

"I haven't a single plan to ever tell them anything of my own volition, so your secret is safe with me. What is it considered where you're from?" He would certainly think it part of the Small Sciences, which from what he's already seen may very well mean the same thing as this magic, just with different names.

"Always. I just may not always answer, or give the answer expected."
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[personal profile] righteously 2022-07-22 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( He offers up what would, in any other shade, be a smile — but it lacks any humor or happiness. It's tight, hollow. )

You're not wrong.

( He knows on a logical level it wasn't his fault exactly, but... he broke. He sprung the first seal. They were there because of him, and to top it all off, it was for a useless plan that didn't even god damn work. She died for nothing, and he hates himself for it. Slapping him ain't exactly uncalled for. )

Assuming you don't wanna flip me the bird and high-tail it right back in the direction we came from... you wanna hit the road? Head for a place with a little less sun and a lot more booze?

( He's betting she could use a drink to swallow this down. They both could. )
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earthborn: (now is the time to fight)

[personal profile] earthborn 2022-07-22 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"A medical problem, mostly," Shepard laughs. You're alright, Kaz; for the intention, if not the actuality, she can tell you're a decent sort, "It's hardly a big secret. Don't worry about it."

He's suitably cagey about his own concerns, so she considers the angle. And then, as is typical for her, Shepard simply bulls forward. Frontal assault, every time.

"You know a guy named Jesper Fahey?"
stations: (119)

[personal profile] stations 2022-07-22 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's cool, he's not super social media savvy himself. He doesn't even have a Facebook. He has his own blog, and he's been known to scroll through Reddit from time to time, but he was never really a huge internet person. The gas station only got WIFI a couple years ago, and he spent most of his upbringing in the woods or reading books. Just... so many books. All of the books. All the time, obsessively. It was genuinely a struggle not to read while driving.

He's not always one to be able to parse the facial expressions on strangers and infer the thought process behind them, but the Horizon discomfort totally lands.
)

Don't worry, I'm not really a... mind-sharing guy either, or a visit other weird magic dimensions voluntarily guy. Not my first rodeo on those either, but this one's not that bad. You get to decide what you write out here, and in there you're pretty much in control of your surroundings. Mostly. At least ninety-five percent. Maybe other people are at a hundred, I'm kind of... not the best in that area, but it's still pretty okay.
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philancer: (051)

was that your roundabout way of inviting him to your bed after all?

[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-22 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sylvain listens intently, absorbing the information Claude gives him. And occasionally reading between the lines of what Claude doesn't say. He recognizes that look on the other man's face, even if he's never seen it there on Claude in particular before. He's worn it himself, after all. His expression drops, darkens, grows a little grim the longer Claude talks and by the end, he's staring down into his ale, fingers wrapped tightly about the mug. ]

So there's a chance there could be others of us, in some of the other cities? That if this war comes to a head, we could find familiar faces on the other side of the battlefield? [ One of his deepest fears come to life, all over again. Something he struggles with every time he's stepped onto a battlefield of late.

He curses under his breath, deep and fervent, then chases it down with a deep swallow of ale. ]


I didn't like the sound of this before and I like it even less now. I wasn't in a rush to enlist - I prefer to know what I'm fighting for before I'd ever commit to such a thing. But they certainly made it sound like that was the only reason I was here. And considering I arrived with only the skin on my back, there's nothing to go back and retrieve either. I just didn't want to have them after me for desertion or some such bullshit if I didn't show back up before nightfall.

[ He fixes his gaze on Claude once more, curious. ] Is that what you do, then? Trade your services for room and board? Is there enough in this city to get by?
rinwell: (Alert and Alarmed)

DAD

[personal profile] rinwell 2022-07-22 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's never been able to resist a book. Especially not when the market very clearly has new ones on display that hadn't been printed when last she was in Cadens. She's careful to keep it in full view of the market seller, in case they think she might try and run off with it, but Rinwell's attention is fully on the pages rather than her surroundings. A bad habit that has reasserted itself, really.

Still, she isn't expecting anyone to approach her. Never mind with a familiar voice. Freezing, she looks up from the book, before closing it shut, setting it back on the cart before she turns about.
]

Geralt? [You're still here! She sees the traces of hope in Geralt's eyes. He might see surprise, then sheer relief in hers.] You remember me?
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[personal profile] grimaoire 2022-07-22 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One of the older girls walks toward the line, as the rest of Robin's team either stands by to watch or groups toward the center. Robin keeps to the back line for now—this is their game to play, and she and Dimitri have an obvious height advantage.

Robin raises her hand, calling out: ]


Ready... [ Down it goes! ] Begin!
shinebrighter: do not take ❤ (i don't know how;)

I couldn't help it! I've been itching to play with an Erich for so long ;;

[personal profile] shinebrighter 2022-07-22 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well. That was a good question, was it not? He did not expect anything else from the warder. And the answer is damning. With his absence, his wrested control over Asphodelos was moot. In response, his head lowers and he finds his hand drawing close to his chin. His eyes lower, and, outwardly at least, he is contemplative... yet he is calm.

His voice belies absolutely none of Erichthonios' anxiety. Not even an inch of it leaves him... But it is felt. Most assuredly, it is felt.
]

... It is well that you were diligent. You interred a good portion of the still-roaming creatures before we were spirited here. I am confident the original seal I placed at the entrance should suffice to hold what remains.

[Providing nothing changed. It is one thing to have magick repel the handful of flawed creations that had evaded Erichthonios' chains until now by the virtue of prioritization- of interring the most dangerous first.

But were Abyssos to open...
Were the seal to be tested from the other side...
Were the dread beast to rise...
]

...For now. Erichthonios-

[His head rises, and he finds himself looking to him.]

I would prefer to be honest. I think it a matter of time until it breaks. Therefore, it is crucial we find a means to reverse what brought us here.
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[personal profile] grimaoire 2022-07-22 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yep, she's a slab of meat. Robin doesn't move away (there isn't really anywhere to move to), but instead looks up, the discomfort apparent in her face and stiff posture. At least Musse relents after a moment, and Robin exhales deeply. Gods... was that really necessary, miss? ]

You would be correct, although that is somewhat of a recent development. I am more of a tactician than a soldier, but if called to the field to defend the people of Ylisse, I will go without question.

[ Her gaze moving elsewhere, she looks almost serene. ]

Thankfully, there has been little need for that lately.
tobeclosetohim: (She is good but she lies)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-07-22 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jo does. She does want to tell him right where he can fuck himself and the whole of this goddamn renaissance playground. She wants to run in the opposite direction and not stop before hell, and whatever she's supposed to become, can find her. She wants him to stop standing there, looking like himself (and not himself), like the world's worst apology that can't be. To stop looking at her like that.

Hunter's don't apologize for what they're made to do.
If something happened her, if she became ...

She'd want that. Wouldn't she.



But as much as she's spent more than half her life running to catch up with the shadow of her father, she's her mother's daughter, too, and she doesn't run. Not like that. It's not a thing Harvelle's do. Instead, and maybe it is petulent, and maybe she doesn't care at all that is, she turns on her heel and starts walking, in the direction they originally had, toward wherever he'd been taking her to begin with. Jaw set hard, and steps not slow.

Without saying anything.

Not sure there's enough to drink in this whole world.
He can catch up, and he can buy all of them. ]
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[personal profile] chainsthatbind 2022-07-22 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Assuming things is a bad idea in new locations, and Erichthonios is just chock full of them. That they are in the same predicament surely only means that they're unable to explain to anyone else why the entire night sky looks different! Such is the blinding power of Disbelief and Hope - clearly this can't be another world, so clearly someone has a way back to where they belong..!

Except there's a way Hythlodaeus is phrasing things that makes it a far more difficult struggle to just blindly decide that this must be some part of Etheirys that he doesn't recognize.

Silence then, for a solid few minutes as this is processed. It could of course still be nonsense but the idea that any of their kind would go out of their way to deceive, to lie -- certain recent events aside, that's not a thing that happened! Thus it must be considered true.

Thus there are other worlds than their own with people on it. That look bizarrely like their own instead of bipedal tiny catfish or something. With all kinds of other decidedly familiar life, from plants to animals.

What are the chances of that level of coincidence?]


I don't mean to cast doubt on any of that, [he begins with a cautiously uncertain tone, of course it'd be odd, how could it not?] but it seems a bit .. much. This isn't some far reach of our star, but the life looks like it should, the people look like they should, and they even possess magics that can drag us to and fro with minimal difficulty..?

[SURE, it's true that as soon as he'd been dragged out of the water he'd been subjected to an explanation that certainly did fit with everything Hythlodaeus has said!

But frankly he'd been taking quite a bit of comfort in the idea that somehow he'd been mis-summoned to some village where people who liked to re-enact ancient history chose to live as opposed to an entire different planet.]


I don't have the skill to verify for myself, something's ... preventing me from using even the most minor of spells.
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[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2022-07-22 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Musse's cheery facade drops for the merest moment as she pulls away slightly. Robin might, if she is particularly attentive hear her mutter quietly ]

For now, anyway.

[ And as if it were never there, her expression rights itself and she is as cheery as ever ]

A Tactician you say? But you said yourself your country doesn't have any military academies! Are you entirely self-taught? Privately educated?
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-22 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In Basawar what Jack describes could be attributed to the babblings of Payshmura mystics at best, Eastern witchcraft at worst. Honestly, it would most likely be classified as the latter. Better to burn what isn't understood, according to the priests...

But they are long gone now. For as much guilt as he holds for his part in their fall, at least there are no more burnings in Basawar.

He goes silent for a moment, longer than he means to pause anyway the conversation. Then: ]


You'll have to show me sometime. If that's alright. [ If he doesn't mind. Not now, of course, but it would be stupid of him to attempt to avoid this magic entirely. He's suffered for his willful ignorance before.

Another shorter pause, and he tilts his head slightly. ]


Where are you from, Jack? [ His curiosity gets the better of him. The prosthetic leg, the missing finger, his rodeo. He has experienced hardship of a kind that he instinctively feels at odds with what he can remember of Nayeshi. ]
aquilus: (action - stance)

free cities - training grounds

[personal profile] aquilus 2022-07-22 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Need, no. Want...well, still no, but only because Altaïr wants to be in Masyaf with his brothers, where he belongs, where they fight as he does.

But wishing and whining like a child, even in his head, is pointless. He nods.]


Can you use a sword?

[Not that the blunted training weapon in his hand counts as a sword if it can't even kill anyone (without extra creativity). But it's close enough.]
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[personal profile] grimaoire 2022-07-22 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Good, good. She was almost certain that this stranger knew her way around a blade, but her reaction cinches it. Not having a magical sword puts Robin at an immediate disadvantage, she will need to shift her tactics slightly.

Planting herself firmly, Robin stands her ground during the disengage, a smirk curling her lips as she moves to parry. ]


Agreed! How about this?!

[ As she parries, Robin attempts a side-step, pivoting to Petra's right side, keeping her blade ready for a counterstrike as she tries to shift to her flank. If she manages, the tactician will attempt a jab with her training blade.

Show her what you can do, Stranger! ]
tobeclosetohim: (Cause I don't wanna lie)

can't resist { Was this over before, before it ever began

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-07-22 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jo's been back and forth to the library more than she can count. Even though research isn't her favorite flavor of her job — especially since getting the hell out of dodge a few years now — it's still something she's exceedingly well skilled at, given the more than two decades doing it before. She wants to know everything she can about this place, and everything that can be found specifically about getting out of this place.

She's not surprised to find someone else already in the part of the library she frequents.

But she is surprised to see Sam, and she's not entirely certain she wants to see what face he's going to make when he looks up, after what Dean told he. But. Might as well rip off the band-aid, right? ]


"Hey."

"I hadn't heard you'd shown up here, too."