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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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philancer: (052)

[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-21 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'll take it because that, at least, is one more proof that she's real and he's not currently hallucinating her. Or everything else about this weird circumstance. ]

It was less the pool and more the... everything else. [ His expression is wry, rather than even trying for an unconvincing smile. ] But clothes would be a nice start, you're right. Here let's check this one.

[ He moves to the trunk at the foot of the bed she'd been standing at and opens it up to root around inside. ] Well, these should certainly fit you, I think. I, however... [ He holds up a tunic that doesn't even stretch across his broad shoulders, let alone look like it will fit him ] I think I'm going to have to keep looking.
actualwizard: (lip sticks to me)

[personal profile] actualwizard 2022-07-21 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
“Not always, but it’s happened once or twice.” This is what happens when you’re one of the most powerful beings in the universe and you’re married to a king of space.

Billy nods. It sounds like they are receiving the same treatment. “Still, I’m not sure I trust them.” They are a little too generous. It’s suspicious, but without any other options he’s just going to go without for now.

“Yeah, longer than I think we are prepared for. I’m not sure what they expect us to do for them.”
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-21 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Don't worry, Felix, he knows how weird you are about showing any sort of affection, physical or otherwise. Although really, your reputation is completely unknown here for being a grouchy asshole so you're still entirely safe to accept a single hug. But fine, he'll stop a step away and just grip your shoulders tightly, relief stark on his face. ]

Better now. You have no idea how relieved I am to see you. Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? [ He quickly looks over his friend, needing to make sure for himself. ]
evoque: (pic#15826660)

Solvunn - markets!

[personal profile] evoque 2022-07-21 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Overall, if Klaus would, hand on chest, admit to anything it’s that this place was a rather nice change of pace to the world-ending Kugelblitz, to the dying, over and over again, which almost got a little boring after a while and isn’t that a crazy thought.

All that to say, Klaus was navigating through this little commune that would make most hippies he’s met in the 1960s a little jealous, with a light-hearted pep to his step that hides, perfectly well, the turmoil slowly broiling in his brain.

Yes, there was inevitable worry over where his family had gotten up to. Where they were — if they really died. If this was a different thereafter.

He’s distracted then, as he rounds a turn and a much shorter frame is banging into his. He takes a small step back, more surprised than staggered, hands rising palms up. Eyes look to her, soften at the corners — she’s just a kid. Who looks like she’s just about seen a ghost. Klaus can relate. “Woah, no, no,” head tips, brows creasing in a slight frown, and his voice is soft spoken, lilting - more habit than purpose, even if she does look very much like a frightened little deer. “You okay over there?”
philancer: (055)

they're lucky to be blessed by the presence of two such fine specimens

[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-21 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sylvain pauses and gives a passing nod to the merchant leaving Claude's table, waiting until the seat's free before sliding down into it and fixing Claude with an intent look. Although his knowing grin and playful manner are still securely in place. Appearances are important, after all. ]

I didn't interrupt your date, did I? Maybe I should be the one offended, but considering they've wisely abandoned the field to me, I'll let it go this time. As for my best lines... [ He pauses, internally wincing at the thought of delivering them to Claude. And possibly getting shot through the eye. No thanks. But he just grins and spreads his hands in a gesture of 'what can you do?' ] Since you're insisting, I shall save my very best for you.

[ That's not actually saying much, Claude.

He grimaces at the mention of the barracks though, glancing down at the clothes he's wearing - one of the few possessions he has now, in this place - with marked distaste. ]
A life in uniform is hardly one I'm unfamiliar with. They haven't told me anything I don't already know, and from sources I'm far more likely to trust. I take it you spent time there as well?
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-21 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Sylvain had managed to come through that pool with anything other than his skin, he'd no doubt look more the part of a guard right now. He's already sorely missing his armor. And his lance. ]

Nah, 'crazy' about sums it up. Blunt and straight to the point, at least. I like it.

[ Sylvain steps away from the stairs and starts down the corridors, glancing in each of the cells he passes in his approach. Each one he passes has his frown deepening a little further. ]

Hate to make this observation but this place is way too clean for it to have been empty for long.

[ This trip downstairs is getting less and less reassuring the longer he's down here. But, reaching the other person down here with him, he pauses a few steps away and offers the stranger a rueful look. ]

On second thought, maybe I shoulda stuck with understating it, too. Sorry.
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[personal profile] sapphirecontess 2022-07-21 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She smiles and daintily gives a bit of a curtsy, or as much as one can in a rather ragged, somewhat oversized dress that appears emblematic of the clothing offered at the site. Still, her manners are unconsciously graceful, clearly marking her as some kind of nobility ]

Musse Egret. And what gallant knight do I have the pleasure of addressing?
shiftybladesofcray: (143)

Primary Settlement, okay with spoilers!

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2022-07-21 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
She's been offered several goodies herself. Rejected every one, too, even as her belly begins to grumble and her mouth turns papery. Fukawa had nicked an apple from the field earlier, but she still eyes the food stands with a surly scowl.

It doesn't matter. She's gone longer with less. Both long before and more recently, though Komaru was quick to complain about skipping a meal.

When she sees an older fellow take the cheese and fruits graciously, she balks. How naive could you be?

She waits until the locals leave, then approaches with caution. He looks kind enough, had sounded congenial. That guarantees nothing, of course, she expects she'll be told to get lost sooner or later. Even so, she can't let the threat go unaddressed.

Her voice stays low but leans more scolding then conspiratorial.

"You're not s-seriously going to eat that stuff, are you?" She's pulling at her own knuckles fretfully, casting a glance askance at the bustling townsfolk. "They could have p-put anything in it."
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[personal profile] bealufull 2022-07-21 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaz, for his part, goes still when he realizes he's not alone... and then averts his gaze as soon as he realizes that the person in the room isn't dressed. It makes him entirely self conscious of his bare hand on the door knob, drawing his hand back quickly and clasping them behind his back.

"Apologies. I think I've found the wrong door." He's been doing his best to adjust to the shared rooms. By which adjust means ignoring others when they're not dressed and hoping that keeps any looks that might offend from his features. Though he has some who would say his features always offend.

"Summoned. That is definitely a term for it but yes. Just recently rescued from their drowning pool of conveyance." Or whatever that had been. "Is that the only way they can get people to join their Army? Trying to make them thankful for a lumpy cot and regular meals?"

Though that is an opening he can't say he isn't interested in.

"More questions than I'm sure I can even remember. How and why top the list but then if they had an answer for that, I'm guessing we would already know it."
bealufull: (Guess things work for the best)

[personal profile] bealufull 2022-07-21 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I promise to feel properly chastised if and when you do." It's easy to say with sarcasm that contains almost the sound of eyes rolling but if she truly did do it, how would he feel? Would he be chastised? It's almost weird to think about.

But he hadn't been expecting the honesty of her words. He arrived here with them already out on their adventures without him, preparing to settle in for his life changed and better and yet hoping they hold to their words to come back. She had everything she wanted and then she was here.

"I hadn't thought of it in those terms. Though..." His gaze drops then, carefully considering his words. The likelihood is he may well say the wrong ones, the ones to upset her further. He hadn't been ready to give her all she had demanded of him, and he knew that his attempts might not be enough. "I can't say that I don't understand the feeling. If you believe I'm capable of feeling anything, of course."

It's a bad joke, one built on a reputation of being a demon, of being heartless, of things that she, of all people, knew better than.

"But I do understand the sensation of losing those things you've wanted and fought hard for." He had the money, the empire, but all else was in a nebulous place. Much like his attempts at emotions and growth. Admitting more than that, putting it into words, he's not capable of that but finding himself in this strange new world, he puts it into the words he has, the ability he has to share.
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[personal profile] bealufull 2022-07-21 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Had he realized who was wielding the "weapon" they weren't what he would have said. Not that he worried about him trying again but that he's fairly certain it might be seen as a challenge.

Words though, sly hints, they echo in Kaz's mind, events that still leave his heart racing for the excitement of the game. Much as this place is as well, though he shouldn't be seeing it as such. He's reached the pinnacle back home though. How long would it take him here?

But this certainly makes this interesting and nothing he would have expected.

"Your Majesty," he says with careful enunciation, looking him over slowly. "You're looking... well. As you certainly should for someone kidnapped and left to dismantle their kidnapper's system one device at a time."
shiftybladesofcray: (090)

Primary Settlement!

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2022-07-21 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Though Billy keeps the kids entertained, there's a young woman just within earshot who keeps peering over with a mounting scowl. Particularly when he delves into matters about the gods. There's a little scoff at that, a folding of the arms and roll of the eyes.

Once he's finished and the tykes are meandering away, the girl speaks up.]


You c-couldn't come up with your own characters, huh? [There's a cruel quirk to her sneer, as if she's ferreted out some well-guarded secret.] After all that cartoon crap you sp-spat out, I'd think you could do better than dragging actual Norse Mythology through the mud. Where did you even come up with all that garbage?
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[personal profile] pse 2022-07-21 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kimiko hesitates momentarily, eyes darting down to her bleeding knuckles and back up to Catarina. She can already feel the soothing coolness of a wound seaming itself back together; however, it's not as quick as it should be. The fact that the skin broke at all is very unusual. So, she surrenders, letting the woman take her hand.

At the same time, she does her best to indicate that it's fine, really. Not big deal at all. This is done through shaking her head, through an awkward little close-mouthed smile. ]
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[personal profile] pse 2022-07-21 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
As she's listening, Kimiko slowly folds the piece of paper back up and slips it into her pocket. The idea of Horizon and the Singularity are difficult to wrap her head around, but it's filtered through a physical parcel of land, and a point on the map. That much, she can process.

Addressing the map once more, she - sort of - walks two fingers through the Horizon, beyond the Singularity, and off the edge of the map. This is followed by a quizzical glance up at Shepard. Kimiko is asking a few questions at once, although she doesn't mean to: "can the area be passed through," or, "what is beyond there," or, "have you been to the area?" Shepard can interpret this curiosity however she likes and answer accordingly.
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[personal profile] bealufull 2022-07-21 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While Kaz can entirely be malicious, his actions today are a need to learn more. About the people here and what they're capable of. Why they do what they do. Information to help him determine what his plan here will be.

He loses sight of his target, which isn't surprising. If they're like his Wraith, they might well have known he was there, as well as having routes available to them that Kaz, at his best, could not follow.

Then there was a sensation. For a moment he wonders if he's interfered with his own Wraith's tail of another but then she doesn't step up beside him. He continues on, taking a few more steps before he turns. A half turn as if facing the building, looking in a window, seeing if there's a reason for that sensation. ]
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[personal profile] godshattering 2022-07-21 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're ever on your own, I've found most of the military recruits won't say no to leftovers. Just look for whoever just came in from a long bout of training.

[ Setting his mug down, he'll pick up his fork to resume eating some gratin he'd temporarily forgotten about while reading. Fortunately, what with it being on the warmer side out here in the desert - it's not like food cools off too quickly even when plated for a while. He'll hum a note of agreement in response to her comment about this not being the most hospitable of places. ]

I don't know about you but I was just relieved to have clothes instead of a blanket, honestly, after getting dragged out of the water. It's certainly one way to make our first impression of this place... well, something.

[ There's a lot he could add to that, but. He'll keep his opinions to himself for now, mostly because it would be unfair to cloud someone else's judgment before they get to experience Cadens and the Free Cities for themselves. Not that he won't share information if asked point blank, which is why Claude's gaze shifts back to her after it'd drifted to watch some potentially other new Summoned sit down with trays a few tables over. ]

I don't know the exact number, no. Someone else who's been here for lots longer than I have said possibly around a hundred and fifty or so but I'm not sure if that's here or for all of Abraxas. It's probably hard to know since both Thorne and Solvunn - the other two nations here - are summoning their own people. Unless that information gets shared over the network or in the Horizon, we have no way of knowing what's going on there just like they won't know what's happening here in the Free Cities.

[ Claude's about to take another bite of food but he pauses with his fork over his plate to study the woman across from him for a moment. ]

Has anyone told you about those things? The network and the horizon, and told to you by other Summoned, I mean.
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[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2022-07-21 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd been pulled out of the water? Just the same as her? Fukawa blinks up at him owlishly, stunned.]

Then...you're just a person? [Impossible. Look at him. He doesn't even have muscles to move. There's no wiring either, no signs of automation. And yet here he is, defying the very fabric of reality.] You're not like, s-some demon that's come to drag me to hell?!
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I panicked

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2022-07-21 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of all things you could accuse Fukawa of being, subtle will never be one of them. If she had enough breast to jiggle she'd surely be working it.

Nikolai is spared such a gaudy display for now, she can't do much fawning from the floor. That offered hand is accepted with the cinematic grace of a big Hollywood romance. She's lost in his eyes as she rises, birds chirping and harps strumming from somewhere beyond. Those golden curls are the perfect level of tousled. It's like he hopped out of a dream she once had.

They'd have such beautiful children together.]


Oh, well, haha... [Fukawa rights herself on jellied legs. Her cheeks are blooming redder by the second.] To be killed by a hand like yours... I'd g-gladly accept such a death...

[Wait he'd introduced himself.]

I'm Fukawa! [She blurts out. Too loud. She shrinks a little and glances away.] F-Fukawa Toko.
Edited 2022-07-21 17:49 (UTC)
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causing chaos of all kinds: sylvain 🤝 claude

[personal profile] godshattering 2022-07-21 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As Sylvain sits and Claude takes a sip of his mostly finished drink, he eyes the other man over the glass's rim with a decidedly unimpressed stare regarding that commentary about a date. Sylvain won't get his secrets that easily, old acquaintances or not, so he sets it down with a shrug and an easy smile. ]

Depends on whether that'll fuel how much effort you're gonna put into those lines. Do I get even better ones than whatever you've saved up as the best if I say it was? If so, it was a date.

[ It wasn't, but he'll never turn down a chance to stir up some light trouble. That's a good cover for waiting for his answer about the barracks, and that Sylvain sends what Claude thinks is a scowl down at the clothes when they're mentioned - that's comforting. He'll lean back a bit in his own seat after that, that smile never once fading. ]

Yeah, I did. Everyone does when they first get here, mostly because the Free Cities is hoping to recruit as many people as possible.

[ Claude says this evenly, even though he has some fairly solid negative feelings about the push for war going on. Some things never change: it's not like he's just going to openly say those things without some confirmation the other person listening is on the same page as him. It just gets more complicated with all the context of Fodlan added in.

So he'll just lift his glass again for another drink, not without casually mentioning first: ]
Regardless of whatever they've said, you don't have to stay out at the barracks for any longer than you want to. There's other places to go.
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barracks, training grounds

[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-21 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In his own corner Kahlil is seated on the floor as though he's taking a needed break from his own workout, allowing him to observe the small handful of people move around the training grounds. He watches as the young woman ferociously assaults her training dummy. There's something about the way she stands, her split knuckles and the way she smiles only for herself when she finally stops.

He lifts himself to his feet, making sure he can see his approach before he gets too close so as not to seem as though he's attempting to sneak up on her. ]


Hello. Do you know where to find the medics? [ He cradles his wrist as though it hurts him.

It doesn't, but she might be more inclined to see to her knuckles this way. ]
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[personal profile] shadowthief 2022-07-21 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She lets that part of the conversation lie– all the mirth has been temporarily sucked out of her for the turn in conversation to the more serious.

"Of course not," she mutters bitterly, "Why would you?" She doesn't mean it quite as accusatory as it might seem– but she's used to Kaz not thinking of things through an emotional lens, logic is more distant and cold and specific and so much easier for him to hold.

Her eyes cut back up to him at that little comment. "I'm perfectly aware you have them, but I rarely know what any of them are." He was very good at keeping so much so close to the vest, hidden away even from those closest and most important to him.

She considers it for a moment and tips her head a little to one side. "What do you remember? Back home. Were you not on the docks, handing me my freedom and my parents?" After, maybe, some nebulous point beyond that moment. "It can be...different, sometimes. People...remember things differently."
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-21 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At his response Kyle's gaze briefly flicks to the man's severed finger. He grimaces, but when he speaks his tone has softened a degree. ]

It's not my first rodeo either. [ He repeats the word just for the way it sounds on his tongue, only half remembering the colloquialism. At beat, and he begins to stand as well, nodding to the other man to continue leading them. ]

I'm Kyle. [ He gives the name that Alidas and the other rashan'im call him by. It's the most honest one to offer this man. ]
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Zodiark |Dragalia Lost| Strength

[personal profile] shadowwyrm 2022-07-21 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival

It should be terrifying, to be suspended in the silent darkness of oblivion, senses muted, all a stillness so profound it could ring the ears and stir up nightmares aplenty.

It is comforting to the dragon nestled within it, save the slow starvation of air he rarely needed much of at all; shrouded in that abyss of shadow, he waits, aware on some level that he'd lost dragon-scales and now wore his "human" form. Still, darkness is his element and is ever familiar and welcome, and the intruding fragment of light -- light?

Water?

Water. Cold, unwelcoming water, not his element, not his mana, and before Zodiark can begin to fight for the surface, he's seized and pulled out regardless with gentler hands than he ever expects to feel. The surprise of it keeps him unresisting as his ashen skin is wrapped in something warm and he's guided to solid ground, eyes wide. That shock doesn't fade, even as a strange human declares him a 'success' (did they know, could they know they'd somehow drawn the Shadowwyrm to them? Would it end in disaster, as it has so many other times?), and clothing is provided. They're all so kindly, so relieved seeming. It's ... strange. So strange that their kindness aches somewhere inside. His disguise, it seems, continues to shield him.

Zodiark is nothing but compliant with those who do aid him, or offer him little gifts or a kind word, the information he's given absorbed and tucked away for later. These people need help. He can't feel the mana around him, he felt weak and helpless, but ... but his claws are still sharp and he knows how to use mortal weapons and he ... he doesn't believe in their gods, but he'd never refused to help others before. Starting now, even as strangely feeble as he is, simply can't happen.

"I will help you in any way I can."

Primary Settlement, Solvunn

To most people looking, he could be one of countless humanoids, albeit slightly dragonish at glance, given the tail, horns, reptilian violet eyes, and sharp claws. Not too tall, not too short though oddly gray skinned. It's meant to blend in even if he got the details of 'human' wrong. Still wearing his new charm, Zodiark has thrown himself into whatever work he can find and refusing any form of payment for it; weak as he is from arrival, that's not all that much, though he spends some time setting out hot pies for a vendor in nice neat rows for others to purchase, smelling strongly of sweet fruits, or a bit more in the afternoon aiding with general clean-up after the morning's activities. If there's something to do that can be done in spite of his unsteadiness and discoordination without access to the mana he's used to, Zodiark doesn't hesitate to do it. Nothing is ever asked in return. Given his willingness to help, he can probably be fairly easily coerced into helping anyone, really.

As midday rolls around, the dragon-in-disguise finds himself with some fruit and a cup of water no amount of refusal would allow him to leave without, and so sitting under the shady eave of a convenient home, he sets to work on his free lunch. Fruit may not be his favorite, but it's something.

With the arrival of evening, Zodiark relocates himself to an open field just outside of town to watch the sun sink below the horizon and darkness begin to encroach. With evening, he'd always felt stronger, but today ... today it eludes him. Still, he closes his eyes and draws a deep breath to savor the scents and taste in the air.

"What a strange, welcoming place this is. Is it its kindness that draws doom upon it, I wonder, like wolves scenting easy targets in the flock.."
Edited 2022-07-21 22:11 (UTC)
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azula | avatar: the last airbender | judgement | thorne

[personal profile] firelords 2022-07-21 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)

▶ one. arrival


The last thing she recalls of her world is to be submerged in water, so it doesn't surprise her that she is now, well... Drowning. It is a death so outlandish that she hasn't really bothered to picture it much: poison had seemed likely, in a palace full of traitors-to-be. Fire, obviously. Knives. She struggles against it, of course, tries to reach a surface she cannot even see anymore, and then, she is pulled straight out of this particular hell, and into daylight.

This, now, doesn't quite align with the fight, with that water peasant and the brother she'd finally struck down. In fact, everything about it, from the strangely-clad people to the bizarre looking fountain behind her, is enough to startle some relative sense back into her. When she had been screaming before water in her lungs became a sincere concern, she is now awfully quiet.

For a moment. One of the people - a lower-ranking one, she would wager, considering that he has been given the dull task of explaining what, in truth, she isn't quite able to absorb, prattles on at her forever. None of what he says is in any way sensible, and the longer it goes on, the more she is disturbed by his failure to bow to her properly.

She is adjusting her tunic, the cut of which is only slightly unfamiliar, when he finally says something that makes any sense to her at all.

He has heard of her exploits.


Of course you have heard of me. You would have to be daft not to.


▶ two. roommates


She has been made to understand that she will be lead to her quarters, which may or may not have something to do with her trying to set something valuable on fire – only failing, really, because her powers have not yet been returned to her.

The door is shut behind her, a kindly, if somewhat disturbed-looking servant of the castle being rather firm with it, and she turns to observe her rooms.

Room.

One critical piece of information has been left out thus far: she hasn't been told she would be sharing, and it's an outlandish concept to her, princess, no, fire lord until proven otherwise, to room with another person. Without cause, that is, and she most definitely does not see cause here.

It's only natural, then, that she goes with the most natural assumption:


It isn't much. ⟪ Her voice is sharp, as is her displeasure. ⟫ But at least it comes with its own servant.

Maybe correct her on that.


▶ three. wildcard


feel free to just assume she arrived in any of the other two locations, find her trying to eat the top three spiciest things thorne has to offer on about day four, or, really, anything else. if you want to do something but don't know what, hit me up on plurk @ nehelenia and we can bounce some ideas around!
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An out of the way place

[personal profile] shadowwyrm 2022-07-21 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
When Zodiark stumbles across a human clearly intending to try to meditate, he has no intention of interrupting at first. Enjoying the arrival of night was something everyone should be able to indulge in without interruption.

Except there's a whisper into the evening, and the dragon in disguise can't quite tell if it's poignant or hopeful or something else entirely. Reading human emotions was a challenge.

So for a time, Ben is uninterrupted, his call to long-lost masters perhaps unheeded, but then there is the sound of approaching footsteps, all to corporeal and alive. And should he look up at the approach of another, he'll be offered a loaf of bread and bits of dried meat - simple fare, but it's easy enough to be found. And given the generosity with which Zodiark has been experiencing all day, he must return it in some fashion.

"When you reach out," the stranger says, tone subdued, "Does anyone reach back, or does only insect-song and the twilight greet you?"