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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] veracious 2022-01-25 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ The summoning. Sure, he'd listened to what he'd been told, he's heard what the people around him say when they see a new face, and yet a tiny part of him can't help but wonder if his failed attempt to travel back in time to return the stones has something to do with all of this.

Her fingers trace the line of his cheek and he breathes out a half-laugh. He'd tried his best to protect her, to protect Pietro, to protect his team and if she's wound up here, too? What sort of protector can he be? The hand on her shoulder doesn't last long, if only because he wraps one strong arm around her shoulders in a half hug. Her question, however, makes him draw back, press the line of his arm back between them again, his brow furrowed. ]


I don't think I understand, Wanda. [ There's something missing between his arrival here and her arrival here, he's sure of it. He shakes his head. ]

I was working with Lang and Banner on returning the stones. I just left when I was pulled out of the water here.

[ The sudden, urgent need to get back home licks through him strong, like an electric current, and he frowns. The creeping edge of caution, wariness, sets back in. ]

Return the stones to their places in time and space, then make my way back. That was the plan. Set things right, so Thanos had no chance of making it back.

[ So they could have a moment of peace. The fight couldn't have been for nothing. Not after everything they lost. ]
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weeps

[personal profile] veracious 2022-01-25 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve knows that whatever this place is, it's just a crossroads. That once he solves this problem, he'll be onto the next: finding his way back to the stones, replacing them all, making everything right. It beats in the back of his mind like a war drum, a quiet battle cry, the push to make every heavy step forward if only so his friends, his family can find some peace.

It all stays carefully buttoned behind a neutral, curious face - eyes memorizing the shops, the faces of people, the paths in and out of the market. He's been in the trenches too long, and it's become part of him now, that much he knows. And yet, he's blindsided by a passerby sidling up beside him, falling into step. Blindsided by the rush of sharp commentary and technical babblings. Blindsided by the fact that Tony Stark falls into line beside him as though this walk is one they've made dozens of times before.

They'd reconciled, for all that they could, before the whole world went to hell and back, but Steve feels keenly aware of the very complicated, very difficult invisible line drawn between them. There was never enough time.

And so Steve, tired and worn from the arrival, stares stupidly at first, marveling at the fact that the man across from him is whole and sharp and just as damn infuriating as he had been before that final snap. ​]


Tony.

[ Quiet, on a rush of a breath, though Tony speaks so quickly that Steve all but laughs, the sound loud and sudden. Relief, maybe? Grief? Definitely. And how does he turn around to the man who saved the world and tell him that he hasn't finished any of it yet, that the stones aren't safe, that Steve wound up here and - ]

I have considered all of that, but I've never been one to throw my hand in too early. [ You're alive is what he wants to say, yes, but he doesn't. Finally, quietly: ]

You did it, you know.
itookashot: (pic#14855155)

Thorne

[personal profile] itookashot 2022-01-25 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are a lot of confusing things about this place, but the fantastic food is such a plus that he is honestly able to overlook a lot of things for it. It's not as if he's been starving lately, but he has before and that hunger's always a little in him. Plus he loves mess halls and dining rooms, he's curious to see who comes in and out, it gives him the lay of the land. He might not have his guns but he does have his eyes.

He has been inquiring about waffles and is on his way to inquire (whine, beg) about it some more when he almost runs into a man with a truly impressive amount of cupcakes. His hand snakes out, quick as can be, when one seems to be leaning in the wrong direction and snatches it, either to rescue it or steal it for himself, both are technically right.

Jesper's very tall, skinny, and with a quick smile and twinkle in his eye.]


Mate, you do realize they'll just keep making them, right? No need to go into sugar shock now.
itookashot: (pic#14800377)

[personal profile] itookashot 2022-01-25 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"It also could just be something they say. They're trying to sell us on this you're special mindset, maybe to make people's egos puff up, care more than they ordinarily would." It is a skeptical way of thinking but that's a Crow for you. No one ever means what they say at face value, as far as he's concerned. There's an agenda, and in a place this fancy and rich, there may as well be a hundred agendas. The rich do love their games.

Kaz would probably already have twenty different theories about what was happening and be right about his best guess, and then he would find a way to either run this place or start another business while stuck here. Jesper is a little lazier than that, so he's only come up with three or four theories. The food's really distracted him.

"We're not going to get answers from them in our first week here, that's for certain. Stories or not, they don't know who we are or what we're capable of." For example, two gamblers, and in Jesper's case, very much a criminal in a variety of ways. If he was actually caught for his many crimes he'd be in a great deal of trouble, so they shouldn't trust him either, and he would respect it if they didn't.
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[personal profile] notrunninganymore 2022-01-25 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Whether Jesper steals the cupcake or just steadies it, either is acceptable in Gabriel's book; cupcakes are too precious to be lost to the void of the floor. And this is definitely, definitely the main concern he has at the moment, because who's got bigger things to be worried about? Not him. He's got this all under control.

He raises his eyebrows at the comment and glances backward toward to the table, then returns his attention to Jesper.]


No kidding? This place keeps getting better.

[But that is absolutely not going to stop him from eating all of these.]
techmaturgy: (pic#15348818)

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-25 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Astrology? [He makes an ambivalent little ehhnn noise, accompanied by a so-so hand motion.] A pseudoscience.

[Which is what all this is, as far as he's concerned, but he's already made that clear. All of this is important to the people who have brought them here, and given the presence of one of these cards in the room where he'd awakened, he can only assume that it had something to do with whatever kind of ritual these people performed to bring them here.

He's been working with magic too long to fully discount their significance, even if the social aspect makes him roll his eyes a little. Viktor notes that Thancred has helpfully opened the book to his own symbol--he'd received the broad strokes from their hosts, so he understands that none of it is meant to be literal, but it still seems to be an unhappy coincidence to him.

Viktor takes a moment to flip through a few pages, more to catalogue the names of the signs than anything else. The pictures themselves are different, but he recognizes the names. He puts the book on the table so that they can both look at it.
]

Is any of this familiar to you?
itookashot: (pic#14855158)

[personal profile] itookashot 2022-01-25 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh he definitely steals it. It would have fallen and he's always hungry. Despite his outrageously skinny frame, he eats as frequently and as enthusiastically as possible. ]

Hold on, you're going to lose half of them.

[ Jesper grabs one of the serving plates, it is currently holding the breads and cheese, so they can do on the table, he swipes it with a very easy snatch and flips the plate over, offering it up to him. As easy as it would be to steal more, he doesn't need to. They really are just going to make more! It's glorious. On his tunic the Wheel of Fortune sign, same as Gabriel's, is clear. ]

Here you go, I promise I won't run off with half of them, I'm waiting on waffles. Or hopefully some version of them.
leitstern: (Buoyant)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-25 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
So that is your design in approaching me? I suppose curiosity is a forgivable sin.

[Jasper mirrors the man's language; crossing his arms over his chest. It helps protect himself from the fear of becoming close. The length of their distance is insurmountable - and bothersome enough that he unfolds his arms and brushes away his fringe.]

Greetings, then. Another new arrival, are you?

[It is a question to break the ice, if nothing else.]
notrunninganymore: (Default)

[personal profile] notrunninganymore 2022-01-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, I'm a pro at snack juggling.

[His tone indicates he might actually be offended by the implication he was anything but highly capable of balancing cupcakes in his arms, but that's countered by the fact that he puts up no opposition to doing as indicated and shifting the desserts onto the newly cleared plate.

Satisfied they're not going anywhere and he doesn't have to make a hasty escape, Gabriel plucks one of the cupcakes from the tray and begins to peel it, though he stops briefly at Jesper's last comment.]


Waffles, huh? Another good choice. I approve.

[Said as if he's the arbiter of desserts. But okay, rapport established, he didn't miss that the sign on Jesper's tunic is the same as he own, and he nods toward it while casually continuing to peel the cupcake paper off.]

Are we in the same club?
yeshou: (14)

taking the main roads

[personal profile] yeshou 2022-01-25 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wen Kexing is stalking his way down the main roads as well, unconcerned about the warnings of danger or if they are properly armed or not. It's probably good fortune that he ends up walking beside Steve. Not necessarily choosing to at first, but merely moving together by degrees because they happen to be taking the same route. ]

Supposedly it leads to one of their other villages.

[ Settlement was the word, but he's not entirely sure what that entails yet. It looks like a farming town to him. Looking down the road ahead, he frowns, before turning to actually take in the stranger. ]

They could have taken a fork somewhere. It's different when you're in a a wagon. Maybe they hid their trail.
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-01-25 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Right, opposing sides. Factions or whatever. He's never had too much problem addressing one of problems, but Dante had hoped that the days of sticking his nose between people who thought themselves worthy of wielding power over others were over.

Of course it wouldn't be that simple. ]


Mmm.

[ Dante gives a thoughtful hum as he purses his lips, stroking his chin once again. ]

So that's what they're butting heads over, is it? Arguing over whether magic wands or loaded guns are going to save their problems?

[ He'd like to think it's deeper than that, but sometimes it really isn't as complicate as he imagines. ]
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mess hall

[personal profile] sweetsong 2022-01-25 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh?"

And then he spots the ears and immediately gasps. Both eyes widen. Robin immediately lets go of the fork in his hand, which clatters dully against a plate only half-full of what are still delicious looking pancakes. The butter runs off each layer, the syrup pools beneath them all.

"... hi!" Robin cheerfully waves with both hands before pointing up at the top of the wolf laguz's head. "Are those real? Can I touch? Um... I promise my hands are clean."

He then wiggles his fingers as to prove it, despite this not proving anything.
meiren: (35)

[personal profile] meiren 2022-01-25 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
She spins to face him as if he's the one going to attack, and Zhou Zishu keeps himself still and nonthreatening as he takes her in impassively. She'd been going at the dummy like someone trying to exhaust themselves, and he can read the signs of someone trying to escape the inside of their own head easily enough.

He could leave her to it, she seems skilled enough to know her own limits and determined enough to ignore them. It's something he can understand fairly well himself.

And it might be that understanding that has him arching a mildly amused eyebrow instead. "Wouldn't you prefer a target that can fight back?"
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[personal profile] meiren 2022-01-25 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Find me?

[ Not even Wen Kexing's attempt at annoyance can dampen the happiness rising in him, even if he can tell his zhiji's heart isn't it in. Wen Kexing can yell at him all he wants, as long as they're here together.

It might only be the young voices he can still hear behind him keeping him from reaching out to make sure the man is actually here. ]


Wasn't I the one chasing after you?

[ He might be angry about that later. Right now he can't bring himself to do anything but stare at the man in open wonder. ]
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[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-01-25 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Thankfully, they had gotten over that hurdle in their relationship once Zelda realized that the two of them weren't that different in regards to destiny after all, and that he didn't hate her because she was inept.

That doesn't mean she isn't annoyed as all get out right now!

Until she hears that familiar voice and her eyes widen as own head whips around to see her Appointed Knight. All thoughts of their current predicament are placed on hold as Zelda processes this.

"Link!? What are you...? How are you even here? This is impossible! You followed me to an entirely different world?"

It's all her shocked brain can come up with right now. But if anyone was to find a way to cross dimensions to find her, it would be him.
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[personal profile] falcony 2022-01-25 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's surreal, in a way that sam wasn't exactly prepared to handle. to be in these barracks in this place that sam has started to know so well. this strange, impossible country with its outdated not-technology and its magic and growing war. to have been so engrained in it and a part of it and aware, so much that it starts not to feel that weird at all, and to see something else he'd also known a lifetime before. because that's how long it feels - a lifetime. the last time he stood in front of steve rogers looking like that had genuinely felt like a lifetime.

before the passing of the shield. before bucky barned. before the flagsmashers and jon walker and -

steve stands and turns to him, and sam catches the exact moment that he sees him. clocks the very second that he recognizes him, that he puts face to voice and sees, and it hits sam square in his chest. down to the huff, down to the amusement, down to the...god. what was that? was that guilt? was that something else? sam almost calls him out on it, but steve is already moving (of course he's moving, he's always moving, and sam fights the urge to fall into step behind him). and before sam really even blinks, steve is there, hand out, caught somewhere between a breath and a heartbeat.

sam (to his credit) looks from his hand to steve's face, one brow arching. because yes, those five years are felt. yes, the distance between them is immeasurable in ways sam doesn't think he can describe. yes, he'd not that long ago told bucky steve is gone. and yet here he is. steve rogers. captain freaking america. ]


That how it's gonna be? Really? [ sam says, unable to hold back the curl to his lips, the small smile that breaks out. he thinks back to dc, then to Europe, to safe houses and the quinjet and lifetimes worth of fighting. of working. of hope.

it's good to see you, cap sam doesn't say. instead, he just steps forward and gets his arms around steve's shoulders, pulling him into a hug. ]
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-01-25 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dante raises his hands like he's under arrest. He hadn't asked for this.

Honestly he never asks for Nero's ire even if it is fully deserved most of the time, but this time Dante figures he's innocent. Mostly. At least as far as he can mangae to gather of the situation, which is not a good one, made even worse knowing that Nero isn't back on their world to keep an eye on it. It was shitty enough knowing that he's now got Vergil unsurprised in Hell once again, but this?

The weather forecast didn't call for shitstorms. He should have brought a raincoat anyway.

The real heavy implications of the situation will have to wait, as they always do with Dante. A shouting match in the middle of the mess hall is a hell of a way to start off this reunion, but pretty par for the course. Dante drops his hands to his sides. Sometimes the best thing to do is just let Nero work off some steam first. ]


You done? Got it all out of your system, kid?
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-01-25 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ That should be obvious, right? Dante glances back at the goat as if questioning it's inherent goatness, before turning a cheesy grin to the other man pointing a finger dramatically towards the sky. ]

Got it in one!

[ Though the concept of a goat turning into a lovely lady or otherwise is not one he'd honestly considered. He raises a brow at the long-haired man before stroking his stubble as he shifts the gaze back to the goat.

The goat seems wholly uninterested in these thought games. ]


Could do worse. I think she's got one of those faces you learn to love.

[ He pats the goat's back for emphasis.

The goat bleats. ]
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[personal profile] yeshou 2022-01-25 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Daren, if you marry a beast, you might turn into a beast. Take my advice and don't risk your good name if you can spare it.

[ The goat is apparently exceedingly unimpressed by all of their nonsense, which Wen Kexing supposes means it isn't a magical creature after all (more's the pity in his opinion), but it does raise the question of why this stranger was spending so much time with it in the first place. ]

You might have better luck asking he master what you want to know. They do seem ill-equipped for watching strays, be they animal or child or complete strangers. It makes one wonder what we might have done to earn such trust? Or are we the same as her?

[ He gestures to the goat again, who has sadly become the metaphor for their talk. ]

Simply free because she needs no tether?
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-01-25 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's definitely less of a collision and more of a test of physics of which Dante is the clear winner. Granted he hadn't been on the look out for small red-headed, uh...are those ears? And a tail?

Holy shit, this is like one of those badly dubbed Saturday morning cartoons he could never watch as a kid.

Now he is much too curious to let this go. ]


And where were you going?

[ The...litterbox? ]
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[personal profile] itookashot 2022-01-25 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesper puts the tray down on the table nearby, easy for Gabriel to get to but so he doesn't have to hold it and can eat the cupcake he stole in the first place. He loves waffles more than anything but this isn't so bad. If Nina was here she'd already have managed to get some, he knows that much. The woman is relentless. He raises an eyebrow and sees the symbol on Gabriel's tunic, gray eyes brightening. ]

Oh brilliant. You can give more proof to a guess of mine.

[ Since it was just him and Mat talking before, he hasn't run into anyone else with the Wheel, so it was only a theory. ]

You wouldn't happen to be a gambler, would you? Do you like cards, dice, taking risks?
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[personal profile] endcaller 2022-01-25 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Me? Oh, nothing at all.

[He folds his arms over his chest and looks around at the piles of crates and boxes with a lazy grin.]

Now originally I was hoping to build a teleporter but I can see this civilization is a bit behind my needs.

Starting a project like that with these components would take years, maybe decades.

[Which for him is trivial. Mortal helpers, however, have an annoying habit of dying in that amount of time.]
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[personal profile] notrunninganymore 2022-01-25 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[See, this is why humans are great. At least he assumes this is a human, anyway; it's hard to tell for sure when he's so low-powered at the moment that he's basically human himself, but it's usually a safe guess. Humans are the only beings that reliable strike up conversations with strangers, help them organize their desserts, and then hang out and puzzle-solve about the mysterious symbols marked on their clothes.]

I've been known to dabble.

[In the gambling. Not as much the taking risks, but then again the risks he's taken have been big enough to make up for their infrequency.]

I take it that's your thing?
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[personal profile] veracious 2022-01-25 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ There hadn't been any time to stop, to breathe. From the moment he cooked breakfast for two wayward fugitives, the countless hours of company from safe house to safe house, up until the final battle where he stood sturdy and reliable at his side. Steve will never have the words to thank him, and he'd never had the time. So if all of this is some wild fever dream, some manipulation of space-time-whatevers, he'll take this moment for himself. Just this one. This once. ]

Looks like I don't get a say in it regardless.

[ But the protest is as thin-walled as the barracks themselves and he finds his arms winding around the other man, patting his back as he leans into the hug. It's such a small gesture but he'd been so busy holding steady through the Snap, the funeral, through the aftermath of it all, he hadn't realized that Steve Rogers needed attention, masked instead by the duty of Captain America.

He lets the hug linger a fraction of a second before he draws back, broad palms settling on Sam's shoulders, giving them a soft, fond shake before he drops his hands back at his sides. ]


What are you doing here, Sam?

[ As if he had a choice, as if Steve had a choice. Summoning, as the people call it, or not, Steve isn't convinced there isn't something else going on here. Still, a part of him wonders if his mishap, if flubbing the jump back into time, is the culprit. If he's the reason Sam is here in the first place.

If he didn't get the stones back in time, if they're in limbo as much as he is, if...

Too many ifs. He lets out a slow sigh. He's tired beyond belief but he's careful to keep it out of his expression. ]


Last I checked, Lang only had enough particles for one, round-trip.
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[personal profile] harmonian 2022-01-25 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to hear it.

[Sasarai glides across the balcony and stops a few feet from Jasper, just out of arm's reach.]

But, you know it's okay to admit it if you're disoriented. When I got here I just slept for a few days.

Everyone deals with it differently, I guess.

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