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TEST DRIVE MEME #2

TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the second 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 two 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 previous TDM has some answers to relevant questions as well, and feel free to look at 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, whether they are prisoners or honored guests. For more information on Ambrose and the apprentice mages, please see our NPCs page.

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.

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 baring 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.

"I beg your pardon," he says, so absorbed in the pages of the book that he doesn't bother to look up, "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. One of my apprentices will explain everything in a moment, but please refrain from yelling and thrashing about until then. You're quite alright, and screaming gives me a hell of a headache."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the heavy tome, until he stops on one specific page, stares at it for a moment, and then exclaims:

"Aha!"

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

Ambrose's expression brightens, eyes twinkling with delight. 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 sighs, closing the book and approaching you with a sort of worn-out relief.

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem quite relieved at his jovial outburst, 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, you're an honored guest here," 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 (the newcomers who were summoned back in June 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 spending too much time with the prisoners will lead to some suspicion being cast upon you. If you ask anyone why the prisoners are being held there, you'll be told that they pose a potential threat to the Kingdom (and, by extension, the entire world) and are awaiting trial.

Scenario Two: Imprisoned

"Drat," Ambrose says with a frown, "And here I thought we'd worked out all the kinks this time."

The High Mage looks up from his book, wide-eyed as he stumbles back. If you look behind you, you'll notice that in the time it took Ambrose to browse his book, the tarot card hanging behind you has reversed and is now hanging upside down. An apprentice runs to snatch it from the pillar and put it back with the rest of the deck.

The apprentices seem apprehensive, but Ambrose regains his composure and resists the urge to insult their newly summoned captive. Instead, he turns to the apprentices: "Get them clothed and we'll send them to await trial."

One of the apprentices drops a baggy, rough-feeling tunic, a pair of pants, and some worn sandals in your lap and glares down at you until you put them on (if you refuse, they'll tell you they can kick you back down that well if you don't want to cooperate).

Once you're fully clothed, another apprentice clamps some heavy iron shackles around your wrists and leads you on. The High Mage is far ahead of you already, muttering some long string of Thornean curses before he stands up straight and pauses, spinning to face you.

"One more thing," he says, holding one hand in the air and chanting something under his breath, "Can't have you getting too troublesome."

If you had powers, the slight connection you still had to them slips away completely and you're left with nothing as the four apprentices drag you towards the castle. Despite your prisoner status, they will answer your questions to the best of their ability.

Once you arrive at the castle you're brought to the dungeons and thrown into a locked cell. There are four people to a cell, and two sets of bunk beds with a thin and lumpy straw mattress. If you're over six feet tall, these beds are going to be awfully uncomfortable. You might as well meet your roommates. Once per day you're dragged out to an enclosed courtyard for one hour of recreation (with some crude weights, benches, and balls lying around but not much else), where you can meet the rest of the prisoners, but you can also talk to your immediate neighbors in the cells on either side and across the hallway. Just don't yell too much or the guards will snap at you to be quiet.

Everyone in the dungeon is fed one meal a day, and for a prison meal it's decent: a bit of meat, a bun, and a salad. It would seem that the Thornean chefs take too much pride in their craft to send bad food to the dungeons. The meals are all served in equal portions, though, so the smaller prisoners may be overfed and the larger ones may be getting hungry. Feel free to fight for food or share with your cellmates.

Crudely embroidered on the back of every prison tunic is the same image that was on your card and the name of the sign beneath it. A guard may explain a bit about the sign, and will be blunt and honest but not overly negative about it.

You may be blessed with a visit from one of the more welcomed newcomers, and they may sneak you some extra food or a small book to read or they may share some of the information they've gathered. The guards will even interfere if the honored guests are being overtly cruel to the prisoners from now on.




Questions


How many slots are open?
Currently, there are only four slots open for new players. We will process activity check before opening applications, so we will have a better idea of the exact count then. Existing players can apply for a second character withour restriction.

How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Whether your character is honored or imprisoned has nothing to do with their personal morality, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into either situation.

Can I try out both scenarios?
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 Ambrose?
Prisoners will be dragged against their will. Honored guests will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and Ambrose and the apprentice mages will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, Ambrose will warn them once that he's willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight he will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the castle, murdering the castle staff, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other staff 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 (if they are an honored guest) or a punishment like denial of food or temporary solitary confinement (if they are a prisoner), and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Thorneans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

I want to wildcard a prompt or use one of the prompts from the original TDM that isn't on this one (eg. the library), can I do that?
Yes!

Is the power loss for the prisoners permanent?
No, although honored guests will regain their powers first due to the lack of interference from Ambrose, the prisoners will be able to regain theirs soon enough as well.

Can the prisoners talk about anything private, or will they be overheard at all times?
There are guards patrolling the dungeon, but they aren't always within earshot. Most of the attention is being focused on the new guests, so the prisoners will have some opportunities for privacy.

The first prisoners in June were just thrown in their cells without being told they are awaiting trial. Will they be told differently now that the new prisoners are here?
Yes, all prisoners new and old will be told that the Court has shown mercy on them and they will be given a fair trial sometime in August to determine their fate.

Whether or not that's actually true - and whether they believe it, even if it is - is another story, but they will all be informed.

Can my character leave the castle?
Honored guests can leave the castle itself, but cannot leave the surrounding town.

Can my character eventually side against Thorne if I choose to make them an honored guest/can they side with Thorne if I choose to imprison them?
For this TDM, it will be easier for welcomed characters to side with Thorne and for imprisoned characters to side with one of the other two factions, so we encourage you to take a look at the factions and see where you might want your character to go.

However, that is not set in stone and if you change your mind, characters in Scenario 1 will be able to betray Thorne, and characters in Scenario 2 can work themselves into Thorne's good graces.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will affect characters throughout August, but our August event will wrap up the honored guests vs. prisoners plotline, so your character won't be imprisoned for too long. 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 both scenarios 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 two 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).


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unnecessaryflourishes: (our plans are as they always were)

[personal profile] unnecessaryflourishes 2021-08-05 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmmm... no. I do not.

[Not to the homeland Estinien presumes is his, anyway. The man whose form he has taken might have, once. But his desires and allegiances had never been Emet's.]

One might even be able to say I never did.

[After all, even aside from the small matter of his true nature, prior to his rise to power there had been no Garlean Empire to swear allegiance to. Merely a homeland to defend, as best one could.]
coerthantorment: (39)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2021-08-05 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Well... That's something, at least. Estinien is still wary, because it would be easy enough to just lie about this sort of thing. On the other hand, there are obvious questions and he'd love to have the answers to. How long has it been now? Close to two months he thinks. Gods, what has happened in that time?]

Do you know the status of the war with Garlamald? Or the Telopheroi?

[He's trying not to sound desperate, but it's how he feels inside. Are Garleans even aware of the source of their misery? It stands to reason this man must have been away from his former nation, if only to avoid being pulled into its thrall.]
finsta: (ooh)

[personal profile] finsta 2021-08-05 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ah yes. 'Pretending obvious grievous personal injury is no bigs.' A farce young Max is well-acquainted with.

'Multiverses,' somewhat less so. Not much a consumer of science-fiction and fantasy, although Dad might argue the distinction from fabulism and Homerian mythos is at best a contrivance. Max does slip into staring for a moment, one brow arched. THe deer man encompasses multitudes.

"I suppose it's the fate of those of us who languish in the dungeon," with a little tadaa gesture at himself, the others, "to stay irrelevant to the business. I can't say I have a problem with that." There's a beat's pause. Sometimes the tack is to be tactless. So in that spirit, the next question must surely be inevitable:

"I hate to see what happened to the other guy."

A pleasant, offhand nod at deer-man's dear leg. Where it presumably used to be. But he takes care to copy Louis' trivial note, willing to bet equally it's the right move as the wrong one.
productid4: (Considering how to kill you)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-05 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
The other guy was a hero. Louis bites that thought back. It's too sentimental to share with anyone, especially not a stranger. That story is too new, too special, and far too personal to share, and implying that losing his leg was in any way a positive experience would invite more questions.

"I'm sure you would have. He was filthy afterwards," Louis says. It's a casual, trivial remark, but he also volunteers no information and invites no questions. Yes, someone else took the leg from his body, rather than some accident or trick of birth. He mistakenly assumes that's obvious, still used to his own world where herbivores lose limbs often because of carnivores. And of course a person involved in severing his leg would get messy.

"I don't suppose you've met anyone you know here? Someone from your world?" And to add to his glancing and superficial answer, he's veering the conversation in a different direction. No, he will not be telling the story of how he lost his leg. Not unless they get quite close (or he gets quite drunk).
neverlight: (018; forever)

[personal profile] neverlight 2021-08-05 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he knew that she thought he was even potentially capable of killing people, he'd thank her. Not that he wants to kill anybody, of course. Society still runs just fine for the most part where he's from; murder remains particularly frowned upon. And truth be told, he probably doesn't have the stomach for it.

Though things could be different in this world, couldn't they? He's familiar enough with the fantasy genre. Knights and quests and shit. That isn't him, but it's way more likely to come up here than it ever was in the world of finance.

That might be something for him to evaluate at some point. Could he actually take a life. Couldn't take an animal's, so that might be a challenge.

At least it's irrelevant for now, so Brad just lets out a soft laugh, shakes his head. ]


No, definitely not. The point was to take a break, not to spend the rest of my life in prison.

[ Although considering where her mind went, the truth is far less badass. Even if humanity hadn't been mostly wiped out where she's from, they're clearly of two different worlds. Brad takes a second, mulling it over. ]

Violent crime can be a little tricky; you never know how hard they're gonna throw the book at you. And drug shit's boring. No, you want to go for something white collar. That's how you game the system. The actual punishment is a slap on the wrist, if even that, but people on the outside don't see it that way. It's the best of both worlds.
lamentedinnocence: (töte die nacht)

[personal profile] lamentedinnocence 2021-08-06 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Leon believes Alucard, because he believes just about anybody. His eyes furrow with thought, but as he looks between the dhampir and the spot in the courtyard where his gaze had just sort of wandered. He isn't sure if he should say too much more. The offer takes time to be put out there, but it itches, and he ultimately does so. He'd feel bad not to later on, and Alucard's face reminds him of— Mathias, maybe? Not that he's able to understand why that might be.

Despite the muscle definition he possesses, Alucard has given Leon the impression that he easily feels unwell. He shouldn't be left to fend for himself, if he's alone. ]


You can ask me for help, if you need it.

[ This is probably safe enough to say. He isn't obtuse enough not to realize that Alucard had spent yesterday politely shooing him away. "Line goes here, thank you," he recalls... ]
lamentedinnocence: (tot zu sein ist komisch)

[personal profile] lamentedinnocence 2021-08-06 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nero isn't the type of character Leon pictures wanting to help free innocent people. Leon is usually one to trust, but there are enough blatant red flags in Nero not for him to do so readily. It's the mannerisms. From his twisted smile, to how he'd spat in his cage before when he'd thought Leon to be One. ]

I hope you speak the truth. [ This is about all Leon has. He won't by any means refuse Nero's help, but he's also decided it'd be unwise to rely on it too much. Nero doesn't exactly seem dependable by first impressions. ] This will all be for naught if you're too obvious, though. I can't see them hesitating to throw you in with us if you're discovered.

[ He gazes at Nero with eyes that say he's already thought of a favor to be done. Too polite to speak it in motion, however, he waits to be prompted— ]
vixening: (Default)

[personal profile] vixening 2021-08-06 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ he has his reasons, she knows he does, hidden somewhere amongst the grunt he gives her in answer. it's a constant game, with him, the push and pull of answers he doesn't give to questions she doesn't want to press. the intent behind the comment still stands, the cut at something deeper. time, for them, doesn't mean nearly as much as it would to a normal person, but he has still remained imprisoned for nine weeks. nine weeks, and the entire continent has changed.

yennefer can accept some part of that, explanation. whether or not he would have involved himself in the battle, as witchers tend to avoid the politics of crowns and countries, somehow it makes sense to her. that he would be here, unable to get involved at all, as her sisters, her allies, fell around her. sometimes, she almost feels the heat of the fire in her palms, the chaos flowing through her. but nothing comes of it, and the frustration within her grows. truth be told, yennefer is not sure she'd be able to be here for nine weeks. she'd rather tear the entire place to thee ground.

his comment garners a snort from her, an almost casual roll of her eyes, as she does turn from him then. not to leave, for she only goes a step or two before crossing her arms over her chest, hiding the way the feeling makes her want to wince. it would be her luck, to be without her magic with a witcher without his own. and if geralt really has been in these walls for nine weeks, then either he has a reason to stay, or he truly can't escape - and she's not sure which option she would prefer. either way, he is useless to her, and so she lets out a breath, adjusting her plan. letting her eyes roam the yard once more.

where were you? he asks it plainly enough, and yet it stirs that anger in her again. where was she? where she should be. stopping a darkness. saving a country. she shoots a glare over her shoulder at him, though even in doing so she knows the reaction is uncalled for. how was he to know? ]


Does it matter? [ she is here, now, isn't she? with him. with, apparently, jaskier. give them a dragon and a king's game and it could be a happy reunion. she turns back to the yard, again, arms still crossed, her shoulders bunching with the swell of something dark in her gut. ] Where we you?
lamentedinnocence: (für sarah)

[personal profile] lamentedinnocence 2021-08-06 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Still, it's a little strange to think about the centuries that happen after one's died. I don't like to imagine myself dead...

[ Leon likes to be alive. It's very jarring to have his life splayed out like a page of prologue in a book of many chapters and then zipped past. ]

—Are forgemasters similar to alchemists? [ Leon tries again to politely give Hector his deserved attention, despite the simultaneous existential crisis that's happening in his head. ]
lamentedinnocence: (je länger ich lebe)

[personal profile] lamentedinnocence 2021-08-06 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aerith is an unexpectedly soothing source of the clatter. She isn't the first of honored guests to wander down here (maybe out of curiosity?), but it doesn't make Leon any less attentive. Her clumsiness has either startled or irritated a lot of the prisoners trying to sleep, but Leon is receptive to the interruption, as his own thoughts are heavier to deal with.

The tiredness shows in his face, though. Leon leans out of the dark so Aerith can see who she's talking to better. ]


Hello, Aerith. My name is Leon. [ The way he answers her at first is a bit formal, like an example in a textbook meant to display greeting structure. What he follows up with adds more life to it: ] They say there will be a trial in August. None of us know why we were put down here, but the sorcerer Ambrose summoned us by mistake. [ Is Ambrose a sorcerer, even? He's a magic user, so the term works for now. ]

You should be careful. I think they'll punish you if they suspect you're conspiring anything with us.

[ Some advice for her, if she doesn't want to be involved. ]
hopticulture: (over me)

[personal profile] hopticulture 2021-08-06 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
His remorse seems genuine, and Haru is admittedly surprised at the sincerity of his words. Not because she takes Louis to be a bad person, but he has always been someone who's held himself back, shouldered a weight and rarely showed any signs of how he truly felt behind his cool demeanor. And she feels...sad.

Her ears flick down, both towards the distance she suddenly feels for him, but also in knowing Legoshi isn't here either, disappointment in both. Because she's selfish too, and now knowing Louis is also here, the fact that delinquent of a wolf isn't around has her feeling lonelier than before.

Pulling her legs up onto the bed and hugging her knees to her chest, she gives a nod. "Yeah, glad." Meaning it just as much as Louis.

"Look, Louis..." There's something I wanted to tell you when you weren't around-- "--you don't have to worry about me being in here. I don't really want to be a damsel for your heroics. Like I said, I'll be fine." She's been through worse. "It's funny, though. They serve meat here. Just out in the open."

Maybe that's the fate of the prisoners here. It's a thought that did linger in the back of her mind the moment they had given her that first meal. It went untouched, given to someone else in the cell across who hadn't gotten enough.
gynvael: (094)

[personal profile] gynvael 2021-08-06 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ A tug inside his chest waits for an answer. A genuine one. Because if she does, if she had—he might've found reason to nudge the walls around him down an inch. But she doesn't (of course she doesn't) and they rise just as quickly, closing around again. Geralt makes no move to cover the distance she's put between them. Doesn't return her heated stare, either.

Where was he. Where wasn't he? At Cintra, on the road miles from Sodden as it burned in plain sight. He should've died in those woods and he hadn't. And now he wonders why that is. To fulfill some Destiny that's never come to pass? Or because it's the only way death could continue to make its path, following him like a shadow to consume those who stumble into his life? Her appearance only reminds him of how much has slipped from his grasp. How tired he is of making choices that leave him in the same place he's always been.

When he finally turns to study her, his gaze is scrutinizing. It would be easy to ask if she even cares. To demand why she's asking about him when he knows she doesn't give a damn. But that's easy for her, too. Geralt knows exactly how well she does with sharp edges and cutting words. So when he pushes, it's a dice he rolls in another direction.

Because he's worried. He is. About her. He doesn't care how much that idea pisses her off. She can suffer it. ]


Forgive me, Yen, for giving a fuck over your whereabouts when a third of the North is turned to ash.
princessvegas: (015. raised on biggie and nirvana)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2021-08-06 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ In Brad's defense, most animals are much more likable than most people. So he shouldn't discount himself about whether he can take a life. It might be easier than he thinks.

Julie laughs, obviously finding this idea very funny. She won't deny the logic, but he had specifically said the words "street cred" to her, and now here he is talking about white collar crime. She's been surrounded by real criminals her whole life. ]


Oh, honey. You talkin' about embezzlement and shit like that? I went to Girl Scout camp more dangerous than that. I mean, fair enough if that's the kinda people you like to hang out with, that would be impressed by somethin' like that, and I won't say it don't make sense. But ain't no one afraid of the guy who got caught cheatin' on his taxes. Turned Al Capone into a joke.

[ Her laugh fades to a giggle and she sighs, still tickled. ] Don't get me wrong. I just thought you seemed a little more tough. Like smart tough. Kingpin's accountant kinda tough.
productid4: (I'm in the important chair)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-06 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Louis doesn't really feel the need to hide things as much as he used to. He's had no time really really notice it, let alone reflect on it. He'll never be an open and honest person, but maybe now that he doesn't wear a reminder of his own victimization every day, it doesn't seem so terrifying to show the slightest hint of vulnerability. To Haru, at the very least.

Surprise flashes across his face at her statement. A damsel for your heroics. "Is that what you think?"

The irony almost makes him want to laugh in a terrible way. He doesn't, though. He just shakes his head. "Don't mix me up with your wolf, Haru." Your wolf. Legoshi has always been her wolf, in a way. "I'm no hero."

He leaves it at that because he doesn't want to go to detail, doesn't want to even hint at the things he's done and the ways he's changed in such a short time. Leaving her to die, leading the Shishigumi, eating meat and watching a crocodile scream as his genitals are severed and cutting deals with butchers and killers... No. Louis isn't a hero, and he doesn't think he ever was. He will never entertain delusions to the contrary, no matter how many of his precious few loved ones he saves.

"I'm told that the carnivores and herbivores here... aren't like us. They don't think or talk more than insects, they say. I can't say I've seen it myself."

He's not sure what to think of it, but it'd explain why they're so casual about meat. Is he sickened or horrified by carnivores that indulge in eating insects? It seems unappetizing to him, but he feels no disgust at the idea of killing an insect for food. Perhaps that's how the humans feel. It's a strange thought.
unnecessaryflourishes: (that's hardly an ideal arrangement)

[personal profile] unnecessaryflourishes 2021-08-06 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Wariness is not something that Emet-Selch is about to blame anyone for. Not least of all for the fact that even a Garlean defector isn't likely to be someone most people would be particularly at ease around.

Estinien's question, on the other hand, catches him somewhat by surprise. He is... loosely aware that Garlemald is often at war with Eorzea, to varying degrees, but even if he had not been busy with matters on the first the mention of the Telopheroi has him pausing.]


With... whom?

[He looks - and sounds - genuinely baffled, which probably doesn't help in figuring out what he might have been up to, prior to his arrival.]
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[personal profile] vixening 2021-08-06 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ she supposes she could have answered him, and in the moments after she almost - almost - wishes she had. there had been a moment in that question, the barest hint of a possibility, of geralt waiting for yennefer to meet him somewhere in the middle and offer up some measure of herself to whatever this was supposed to be. the small, tired, younger version of yennefer pushes towards that feeling, asks her what she would lose, if she just met him there? she does not stop thinking about him, in her own way. cannot bring herself to fully separate. even when she travels halfway across the continent and finds herself in a war, she still can't manage to escape him.

but instead, yennefer bucks back against him. ignores the question, redirects the thought. it feels a bit like she's trying to avoid telling him, if only because she knows what he will say. that it's madness she was there at all. that she's never cared for these sorts of wars before, so why should she now? and the truth of it is that she's not sure how she would answer him, if he did ask, and it is that uncertainty - unfamiliar and sharp in the back of her throat - that makes her want to avoid it all together. it would be easier, if he simply got angry. if he got tired of her stubbornness and walked away. maybe she should do it, instead. sigh and storm off like she had before, like she could do again. like she should do again.

when geralt looks at her this time, it is with a different sort of look. when he speaks, it is with a different tone. she had been expecting an edge to hang on to, or an icy chill, like a winter wind cutting through her clothes. instead, he is worried, still worried, and gods. when yennefer next exhales, it takes some of the tension from her shoulders with it. she's still so angry with him, she knows this isn't real, but she also just so tired. ]


I was at Sodden Hill. [ she does finally admit, after a few moments of silence, as she let herself come to the acceptance that the dice he had thrown had been the right ones. her eyes glance towards him, as if expecting him to laugh like he had when she'd admitted her reason for hunting the dragon, the way he'd looked at her then. whatever it is she finds, it doesn't much matter, as her eyes leave his face again to fall somewhere else. at the very least the vitriol that drips from her next few words is honest. ] Or I was, before that mage brought me here.

[ she of course notes that he still hasn't answered her question for him, either, but she decides to let that slide for now. ]
unnecessaryflourishes: (really?  do you not see?)

[personal profile] unnecessaryflourishes 2021-08-06 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I do recall.

[And it hadn't been anything that he would have called comfortable by any stretch of the imagination. No matter how neatly it had been done, or how narrowly the light had won out over his darkness.

(Neither of which he is about to address.)]


Although I wouldn't have used the term 'shot', precisely.

[Because clearly this is what one does when discussing the event that led to one's demise, rather than anything slightly less pedantic. Or a request that it not happen again any time soon, though he might still get around to that.]
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[personal profile] hopticulture 2021-08-06 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Luckily, Haru's focus is less on Louis's denial of his heroics, and more about the former comment. Her wolf...? Her ear flicks again, seeming annoyed at Louis's assumption, and she stubbornly rests her chin against his knees, glowering slightly at the red deer. She may be close to graduating, but she's still capable of being a moody teenager, annoyed at males like any other girl in her situation could possibly be.

"I'm not claiming him. And to me, you two seem a lot more alike than you let on." Between the mysterious disappearances, lack of communication, and-- "I saw him after the holiday. He was all scarred up and wouldn't tell me anything," then, pointing to his leg directly, "Just like how you probably won't tell me about what happened with you if I did ask." She knows it's probably rude and way too forward of her to point to Louis's leg. And Haru well knows that there's a stark difference between the two guys: Louis's affections were more childish and needy, a stopper to his loneliness. Legoshi was...more giving. Too giving.

Anyway, she's not actually asking about the status of his missing leg. It's more to get under Louis's skin. She's changed too, since she's last seen him.

And the thought of the animals here being different than how things are at home, more like insects...the thought of that is more disturbing to her than the idea of being served the meat of former prisoners. Because the latter is more based in her reality, in her understanding of what life can be like for animals in the end.

But to not think or talk more than insects?

"Huh." Said thoughtfully, staring out at Louis through the bars of her cage. "Maybe life would be easier if we were like that instead."
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[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-06 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Haru has the misfortune of being adorable even when she's angry. Louis tries not to pay attention to that, though. It's demeaning and he knows it'd drive him absolutely insane if any larger animal said the same about him.

Louis' ears flick back as she points out the leg. Yeah, of course she'd point that out. It'd be weird if she didn't. Even so... what should he even say? 'Legoshi ate it, but don't worry, I wanted him to?' No, better to just keep his mouth shut about the whole thing. If Legoshi didn't share it, then Louis won't either.

But even so... maybe Louis' changed too, and maybe it's not fair to withhold so much information from her. How much is Louis trying to protect Haru and Legoshi, and how much is he just trying to protect himself.

His ears flick in agitation, looking away from Haru as he thinks, his eyes tense.

"...You're right. I won't tell you." If someone is going to tell her, let it be Legoshi. He doesn't want to ruin her image of him, not when Louis was the one to make the demand. "But... I'll tell you this much. I chose this. And I don't regret it for a moment."

There. It's paltry information, and it probably just brings up more questions, but Louis doesn't want to shut her out entirely. Not anymore.

(And maybe his ego is part of it. He doesn't want to let her think that he was just another helpless herbivore fallen victim to carnivore jaws.)

Louis turns to look at her again. "Maybe life would be easier, but I wouldn't give up our minds for the world." He's never seen what a mindless deer looks like, and he has a feeling he really won't like it. "Have they only been serving meat down here? I'll bring you vegetables from upstairs."
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2021-08-06 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She purses her lips. Arguing semantics after his sudden reappearance? That sounds about right. Had he shown up sooner after her own arrival, before the months spent behind bars, before Hayle, before Horzion--no, really she reflects much of the same tiredness she had tried to doggedly work past back on the First. Except now she has nothing to distract herself with. ]

What would you call it?

[ Because no matter when they didn't see eye to eye, she would always ask for his opinion, as she would of anyone else (much to the disappoint of some of her colleagues). ]

Tossed? Hurdled? I've heard some children use the term "yeet" but I'm not sure if that would be "yeeted" or "yote".

[ ...And comments like that.

But Himeka doesn't seem to be reveling in it, at least. It is inarguable that defeating him at that point was necessary to preserve their own end goals (wasn't it?), but even some of his greatest critics found his sudden disappearance in their group to be odd.

She continues, her tone much more serious. ]


Was that really you, then?

[ She wraps the fingers of both hands around the bars. ]

When I fought Elidibus?
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[personal profile] finsta 2021-08-06 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Alas, no one's seen fit to make him some toilet wine down here, so young Maximus' jailtime stay has featured zero alcohol consumption. He has none to offer. He senses something's up with Louis' reaction, and lacking any norms besides upper-class American life in the 2020s, he knows there's a story there. But he stifles the urge to ask. Even if forewarning would be forearming, he isn't sure he'd know what to do if somebody rolled in and ripped his leg off.

More self-pity. More upset. The way Louis is handling it seems like information enough.

"I haven't. Not a one. Now that I think of it, I think a few of them would handle it with a touch more grace." Aki and his love of old legends, tales of honor, he'd probably have more bearing. Obi would probably dig some deeper meaning out of it, leverage some of the fine old humanity he's ever in touch with. "Unfortunately, my temperament and skillset would lend itself better to the upstairs life." He sighs, making a joke of it.

BUT IT'S ONLY THE KIND OF JOKE THAT'S FUNNY BEcause it's not really a joke. "How about yourself? Seen someone you know?"
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[personal profile] gynvael 2021-08-07 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ If it's satisfaction she's waiting for, she won't find it. The only thing he feels is a sinking in his chest. The last thing he'd wanted was to be right. He stares at her, trying to piece together what this means. He doesn't know what Sodden looks like now. He only knows there was fighting there, last he looked in his brief moment of lucidity.

He was telling the truth when he said Yennefer had not been at the forefront of his mind. Especially not then. But it isn't out of the callousness he'd implied with his words. It's that Cirilla had weighed more and more on his mind; had soon become the only person he'd thought about the second he'd seen Nilfgaard travelling through the pass. And when he'd believed her lost, the only thought he'd had, the only thing he knew to do, was to go home. (He still wants to go home.) What would he care of Nilfgaard's ambitions of war beyond that? When he'd nothing left? He hasn't ever interfered in the conflicts of men. Men and mages who as easily turn on each other as they do on him and his people.

Should he have realized? That Yennefer was there? But if she's here now, after that—then she must be all right. Shouldn't she? It's been weeks, after all, since that battle occurred. ]


Sodden— [ He hesitates. His fingers curl into his palm. He's saying too much already. What happened there? is not the question that comes. That's not the part he cares about. And hell, she's likely not to answer him about this, either. Fuck. He asks, anyway. Let her thrash her way out of it if she will. ] What happened to you?
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2021-08-07 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Estinien stares at him for a few moments longer, slowly determining that he is not likely to get any information of use from the man.]

...Hmph.

[He can't say he's not disappointed. His one chance at getting news from home...]

Mayhap you know less than I anticipated. Have you not heard of Garlemald's fall? The Emperor's death?
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[personal profile] vixening 2021-08-07 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ honestly, she's not sure what it is she's looking for when she finally answers him, and because she's not certain of that, she's finding herself wondering why she'd kept it from him at all. what did it matter, what geralt thought of her actions? why should she care, what he thought of her whereabouts? there is a part of her that wonders if it is guilt that curls away at her instead. that she'd been so ready to die, so aware that the night she passed with tissaia and the others might have been her last. that the fight they had faced, the oncoming armies, the feeling of all that fire, all that chaos coursing through her, might have been the last. she had thought of him, amidst all of that. when tris had mentioned her hiring of his services, when she had told tissaia she'd lived enough lifetimes to not fear and end of her own. should she feel guilty for that?

no. no she doesn't suppose she should. he had no right to her guilt just as he had no right to her heart, not really.

the hesitation in his voice causes her own hand to curl around her bicep, where her arms are still crossed over her chest. what was he going to say, to that? that she had been part of the mages who had gone to make their stand? would he have even known? if he'd been in this prison for nine weeks, what of the war was he aware of? that cintra had fallen? that the rest of the continent was soon to follow? she almost asks him, opens her mouth to do just that, and then-

what happened to you?

yennefer frowns, at that, her lips pursed as she considers the question that geralt is not asking, and weighs it against the one he does. she turns fully, then, to face him - the crossed arms now feeling a bit more guarding and less like she was simply holding herself together. and it is that crossing of her arms that keeps her hands from clenching and then unclenching, still reaching for what she knows won't be there. some part of this still feels wrong, whether it's the physical distance between where they stand, or some other sort of distance, entirely. she hesitates herself, then, as she watches him. as she considers her words and whether or not she wants to say it at all. ]


We were to hold Sodden against Nilfgaard until Temeria and Kaedwen forces arrived. [ the words feel tight in her throat, even as she says them. ] Nilfgaard arrived earlier than we were expecting. We tried to hold them off, but... [ there had been so much fire, so much heat, and there had been tissaia, bloody and weak. let your chaos explode. yennefer trails off without really meaning to, distracted, but once she's notices that she's done it, her mouth snaps shut once more. her attention brought back. ] And now I am here.
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[personal profile] neverlight 2021-08-07 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He inclines his chin at her laugh, expression staying the same, smirk still on his lips, unfazed. Two different worlds indeed. ]

That'd still be me. [ Whether or not he actually is that tough, he's not going to concede defeat there until it's undeniable — and who knows, that day might never come. Not like anyone back home expected him to know his way around a foam sword, let alone a real one. ] Call it a fault of where I came from. The people I knew back home were definitely impressed by what I was working on. That's on them. There's way more opportunity here to do bigger and better things.

[ He tilts his head, smirk fading ever so slightly. ] After all, we're all kind of limited in some way by where we come from, aren't we? What matters is if you're able to overcome that when given the chance.

[ He's able. He knows that. Maybe she is, too. He doesn't really care one way or the other, but it might be nice. ]

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