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TEST DRIVE MEME #5

TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to the fifth 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— 1, 2, 3, and 4.

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 Cadens

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. 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?
Currently, there are 23 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 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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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-22 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
There is the confirmation of what Thancred had already suspected, and he nods in concession of the stranger's point. "At the moment, yes," he replies, a mild implication that there have been times in his life where that was not the case, but he isn't here to pry too deeply.

There is a pause of consideration before he reaches out to grab a mini quiche, taking care that it is not from any of the serving plates that the other man's been focused on. There's enough to go around, surely, but he knows that one's thoughts are not necessarily rational when half-starved.

"Fair enough," he says with a roll of one shoulder. "I also happen to know that overeating after going without for some time can only lead to tragedy. 'Tis the only reason I saw fit to caution you."

Yet he also wonders what the catch is here, and how they'll be asked to repay all this hospitality. After taking a bite of his quiche, Thancred adds, "I assume you arrived by the same means that I did? Pulled out of some fountain in the altogther?"
carmesi: <user name="berks"> (224)

[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-22 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[should there be one thing that can pivot wanda's attention from her own stubborn ways, it is the mention of anything relating to the multiverse. her studying of the darkhold may not have reached its comprehensive point, yet, but she's seen enough to understand the potential of it.

the possibilities and the opportunities.

the summoning wasn't a surprise because of where she's ended up, but because of it happening at all. perhaps she has been seeing this the wrong way. without the darkhold in her possession her options are limited, in terms of studying. how did they manage to pull more than one individual across different universes? if she learns about it, perhaps she could harness it herself—]


So you are saying that in helping this world, we help the others.

[the voices of her children echo in her head, calling for her.]

Or ruin befalls the entirety of the multiverse.
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[personal profile] snarkychampion 2022-01-22 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh a harem, that must have been fun." It's the quickest assumption to be made if she was 'collecting' people. Hawke isn't going to jump right to the worst possibility, although he is certainly keeping an eye out for it. People used to tease him about having one too, with his unsavory gang of (very pretty) misfits. Luckily he's used to being without them now, otherwise he'd be missing them.

"Ah if only my friend Varric was here, he wrote an entire book about our exploits, although only about half of it is true." It wouldn't do to admit to things that would get them the wrong type of attention, plus Varric likes artistic license. Hawke heard later about the tale he told Cassandra when she was looking for him, it was quite amusing how much he left out. Must've driven her insane.

"Well I'm a dead man anyway, pour away if you'd like." He winks at her. "Although you might want to ask yourself if I'm skillful enough to poison someone underneath their nose. You never know with strangers." Hawke cannot in fact do that, nor has poison ever been his way, but he literally has assassin friends who could do it without anyone knowing.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-22 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At her reasonable and most likely honest explanation for why she cannot buy anything, Thancred splays both of his hands to show that he is also without any coin. As much as he would like that to change, not interested in being reliant on the mages any longer than is necessary, no options for earning money have presented themselves thus far.

He follows after the stranger as she leaves the merchant in her dust, nodding at her thanks. ]
It can help to have some strength in numbers with those types. [ Speaking of strength, she asks after the symbol on his tunic and his eyes flick down to it for a moment before he meets her gaze once more. ]

The arcana here is quite different from what I know, but I have been told this one is Strength. It is apparently assigned to those who wish to keep others safe.

[ He shrugs, not certain of how much weight should be granted to these designations. ] It could just as well be a load of nonsense, for all I know. [ He's met others far stronger than he, after all. ]
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[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-22 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eyes narrow and lips twist in the corners. Jasper processes his thoughts; musing about this man and the moment. He clenches his hands into fists and stretches his fingers to their limits. Slides them into his pockets. Stretches on his toes. Clenches his jaw. In a while, he releases his tension with a frustrated sigh.

Enrollment. Enlistment. What is the difference? Even his decision to serve his master had been a choice.

He lifts his chin and regards the stranger with a cold eye. He feels grateful for this conversation. Almost.]


Jasper. Might I enquire as to yours?
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-22 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Rude is one way to describe it.

[He's thinking of stronger words, but they've only just met, and he's already let himself slip. No reason to make things more awkward than they need to be. She does, at least, remind him of the fact that despite his general feelings of frustration and despair, he's not powerless. He has to remember that.

He'll get over this moment, and then he'll formulate a plan, and get to work. It all depends on what's available to him, but he's resourceful, and he isn't about to waste any time. Viktor simply doesn't have it.

So she makes the suggestion, and he offers a nod, more in an attempt to reassure himself than anything.
]

I might be able to recreate some of my research here, though it's dependent on certain factors. General level of technological advancement, access to resources. [Also, magic.] That sort of thing. You understand.

[She sounds like she understands.]
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-22 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as Thancred realizes that the stranger will not be making an attempt to leap up and grab the book by hand, he takes a few paces back to grant him further space. The book floats off of the shelf and down into his grasp with little if any resistance, and Thancred yet again has to remind himself that most everyone here is a mage.

Why they brought him of all people to a place steeped in the use of magick, he cannot say. Mayhap it is similar to G'raha's miscalculations, and they had been aiming to bring Y'shtola or Urianger, only to end up with him instead. (Sorry, damaged goods.)

This brand of magick reminds him of Master Matoya more than anything, but the fact remains that he is not shocked by the display. He instead nods in thanks, taking the tome from the stranger with both hands. ]


No one has said I have to read it in its entirety. I'll have you know I'm a very skilled skimmer. [ He is decidedly not the sort who can stay holed up in a library all day and all night. He'll certainly need some breaks to stretch his legs. ]

I appreciate the help, in any case. The name is Thancred. [ He tilts his head, scanning over the stranger in his entirety to glean what he can from his appearance and dress. ] And you are?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-22 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[sometimes it is easy to forget that sam wilson might as well be the best person to talk to about grief, barring a certified therapist (in her opinion, anyway—bucky needs not weigh in on this). there is the lightest trace of a nod and a smile when he expresses that he understands where she's coming from—apologizes for something that wasn't his responsibility at all.

wanda may have been taken in by natasha and steve once before, when she was younger and a new member of the avengers, but it doesn't mean sam inherited that responsibility at the same time that he was given captain america's shield.

...she had followed that, a little, when she fled from westview. she felt that getting in touch with the others would only put them all in an awkward situation, but the least she could have done was check up on them—see how there were.

he offered to take her to the city, to his place, and she's happy to accept the offer. although she hasn't said she would, wanda starts walking, setting the pace, as if to say she's willing to follow wherever he may take her to. she trusts him, even if it makes her feel rotten to think she deserves someone like him after everything she's done.]


You sure you won't be busy next time? The shield looks really nice on you, Sam.

[with a smile on her face, wanda turns her head to look at him.]

You kept in touch with Bucky, right?
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[personal profile] baltimores 2022-01-22 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He huffs in what could probably be interpreted as amusement. ]

You wouldn't have been through any of my stuff. And no. I'm not really the arresting type. [ More the kill first, don't think to ask questions ever type, but that's for real threats, which he's decently sure, now, that she's not.

Suddenly satisfied with his current interpretation of Yelena, Amos' demeanour shifts, real curiosity taking over, as though he's just remembered something. He's developed some suspicions about this place, but only recently. And if she was digging through people's diaries... ]
Did you learn anything? About the people here?
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-22 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[A normal day, the normal routine underwent in-between any all instances that were bound to land on his doorstep. Mundane. That had been the point, he thinks, because if Peter was fishing for something specific—other than the grand swath of world events, always changing—then it was bound to not tell him anything at all. Ergo, there is nothing to share that he knows of; Stephen can only wait for specificity regarding some event that must have been…

Worrisome.

If body language didn’t bolster a faint, burgeoning concern, then Peter’s return vagueness of what he helped him with would’ve done it. By far.

One doesn’t go to Stephen Strange to fix small problems, after all. Magic was so often, and sometimes problematically, viewed as a fix-all, the universal band-aid for impossible problems. The great Hail Mary, free of the consequences. His brows knit together, eyes steady on Peter but gaining a somewhat distant, I’m-puzzling-things-out-behind-the-curtain look.]


What would I have helped you with? [He almost doesn’t have to reply, because Stephen’s addendum is quick.]

Your problems are more… local. [You know, friendly and neighborhood-like. But Stephen, finally, gives one nugget of actual useful timeline-context:] Even if your notoriety’s gone up a few notches lately.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-22 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[she is not bothered one bit by the idea that her behavior is getting called out for being, in fact, rather unnerving (perhaps even weird, all things considered?).]

You just seem the type to need an adult the most.

[said with little contempt, with no real judgement behind her words.]

It isn't like there is much of anything else to do. [and wanda is not good at friends] And everyone else looks like they belong.

[aka... a bunch of magic nerds who follow the rules and are all good about things. is she wrong to think this guy isn't like that? he's disheveled enough to be characterized as a slob. she chews over some cut-up fruit, and it's after she's swallowed it that she straightens her back and offers her hand, stretching across the table.]

Wanda.
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[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The baker's son is going to be very disappointed in love. The blacksmith's daughter only has eye for a trader from another settlement. A woman trader.

[She waves it all away with a dismissive gesture of one hand. The entire day of searching had been a frustrating disappointment. Though, technically, she had gained some leverage, she had no interest in holding information over these people. They had been nothing but kind, so far, despite the acts of their leaders in bringing strangers to this new world in desperation. They deserved their peace without her interference.

She watches the children again as she speaks, but looks at him out of the corner of her eye as she moves to a question.]


You have been here long?
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yelenaaaa

[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-22 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[wanda's singing comes to a gradual stop as a shadow falls over her. she is already scanning the blond woman with her eyes, her body language somewhat more defensive as she cradles the baby in her arms. the boy at her feet continues uninterrupted, and that is perhaps for the best.

there is no real change to her expression, though her mind races with thoughts.

does she know this woman? her accent is familiar, but everything else... isn't. the fact that she's getting recognized as a former avenger means that she knows more than what wanda knows of her, and that bothers her. in the life that she leads, this kind of recognition has never been necessarily good.]


We've never met before.

[that's not untrue—]

I think you have me mistaken for someone else.
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[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Natasha was my sister.

[Was, was, was. It still was a knife in her heart, but a duller one now. Clint had not given her peace, but knowing Natasha had spoken of her had worn down the blade somewhat. And it was easier simply to lay out the facts to Wanda than try to play, to pretend she had some agenda other than personal in all this. Afterall, if an Avenger were here singing lullabies, Yelena was confident it meant the other woman couldn't escape either. No point discussing it.]

She died while I was dust.
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[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is any of that true?"

Yelena had been on babysitting duty, earning her keep once more. And today the children had chosen listening to the new storyteller. One, she'd gathered, was new to the town in the same way she was- as if the fantastical names and abilities were not enough of a give away. As the story ended and the children went off to playact the choice bits of the story, she remained behind to ask her question (in a heavy Russian accent).
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[personal profile] supersoldier 2022-01-22 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sephiroth’s own responsibilities were perhaps not so pressing—though Shinra itself may disagree—but he’s not in the habit of abandoning his assignments mid-mission. It bothers him, like bristles under the skin. Regardless of what he thought of his role before, the faint doubt of disillusionment creeping in, the town of Nibelheim had a problem that needed tending to. Now what’s left? Citizens unable to defend against monsters cropping up thanks to a Mako leak, and a small group of Shinra military without their commanding officer. A failed lead on Genesis.]

I was deployed on a mission. We had just arrived at our designation — a small mountain town. The people there were encountering monsters in the local area due to a reactor leak.

[He stands, obviously uninterested in the contents of the trunk, and glances at the other. There’s more to the story, but what he’s said is true, too. Probably more than what he should, but classified information no longer applies cross-planets, as far as he’s concerned.]

Now they’re without anyone to investigate.
baltimores: (110; (we need to get out of here))

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-01-22 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The petty gossip earns nothing more than a furrowed brow. On the one hand, considering all of the kids here, it's probably good that that's all she could find. On the other hand, something still isn't adding up, and he doesn't know what to do with that.

And, considering the kids, is that much more worried about making the wrong choice. Inaction on his part is still probably the way to go.

He matches her peripheral gaze with his own. ]


Couple of months. Mostly been keeping to myself, but. [ He pauses, figuring out how to put this. ] Kinda getting the feeling something's up. Not just here. Like the whole world's about to start fighting.

[ He nods towards the kids, attention firmly back on them. ]

Don't want them to get caught in the crossfire.
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[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
That is human nature.

[She frowns, still half watching the children as well. Another has been tagged 'it,', but with a small shake of her head Yelena lets them know she is not currently a target. They will have to make due with their own ranks.]

But you are right. I did not think a city such as this was possible. It should be protected.
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[personal profile] a_better_man 2022-01-22 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
You haven't met many mountain folk. The old ones talk about living through frigid winters like it's a badge of honor.

[Mat snorts, thinking about some of the elder villagers back home. There was an almost cruel glee in the way they'd talk about long winters and hard winters. He doesn't understand it.]

Me, I'll take the sunny seaside in summer.

[Theoretically. He's never actually seen the sea or it's side. But it's always sounded very pleasant and abundant in sun and warmth.]

Least there's solid walls and fireplaces to keep the chill out.
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-01-22 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dante raises a brow. The well? Something convenient in a desert, but that doesn't sound like that's what this man is referring to. ]

Dragged out of a well? Sounds like something out of a b-grade horror movie.

[ B-grade only because reality tends to be much worse, he's found. ]

Never needed a light night myself, but I'll keep that in mind. That where you're headed?
cryptsleeper: (i have an idea it's kind of a dick move)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-01-22 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alas, 1400s Wallachia hasn't gotten to making movies yet. Even within Dracula's moving castle. The word movie gets a sidelong glance, but the dhampir doesn't pick at it. He's heard more than enough unfamiliar vocabulary for a few lifetimes by now.]

As you say.

[There's a nod.]

Mmm. This place is the last one that has water for a time. Better to take advantage of that than to find oneself stuck on the road and without.
baltimores: (123; take some of that)

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-01-22 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's not a good actor, Amos decides, then and there. Everything she's saying has to be sincere. Real. Because that is exactly what he first thought, and if there's someone else like him here.

He looks back at her, directly, expression as open as it gets. ]


I didn't, either. It should be. But I dunno. Before I got here, they said this place was neutral. Wouldn't get involved. I thought that was the case, but... Not too long ago, they sent people out to a battle. People like us, who aren't from here. I'm not an expert at these things, but that don't exactly sound neutral to me.

[ A puff of frustration. ]

I don't know what the fuck they're doing. Just that I don't think I trust them.
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-01-22 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is a trap. This is definitely a trap, but it's a trap with a strawberry tart in the mix so Dante is going to take a calculated risk. Too bad he's never been good at math. ]

Caring is sharing! I've heard it can be fun.

[ He's reaching for it--he's doing it. ]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-22 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[it takes one name for wanda's attempt at stoicism to dissipate entirely, replaced instead by widened eyes and an expression that speaks of recognition—like being brusquely shaken awake, disoriented as she gathers her bearings.

natasha's sister.

nat had always been reserved, even with wanda, even when her heart and love for her 'family' was fully in display with her sarcastic quips, playful eye rolls, and the certainty of keeping them together despite the odds. suddenly, the woman's russian accent clicks into place.]


Nat mentioned a sister once. I never knew if it was true.

[wanda straightens where she sits, jostling the dozing baby in her arms a bit.]

She was gone when I returned, too. [nothing she could have done about it, but it hurts—to not have been able to see her one last time. wanda wonders often if she had destroyed the mind stone sooner, perhaps natasha would not have needed to have sacrificed herself. all what ifs, filled with regret, and not what natasha would want for any of them. wanda does not cry, but her eyes are glossy.] —I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[she watches how he goes about the motions: how his words ease out of him, contained in a way, and his movements careful, almost calculated. this is a man that despite his outburst and his limitations (the brace and the crutch as giveaways of his ailment) has bouts of grace to present himself with.

research, then, like a scientist, a professor, an academic. it would make sense.]


I cannot say I would really understand if you went into detail, but I follow.

[it's just elements necessary to bring the vision of whatever he had been working on back to life. this kind of men (and wanda does think of tony stark) tend to be more resourceful than they give themselves credit for.]

Perhaps you could find others interested in helping you with your research. What is it about?

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