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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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standvastig: (Distant observation)

[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-26 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
We have not shared words in an age, Jasper.

[His words are clipped as his patience with this bizarre situation threatens to fray. He once again squeezes the stone railing to direct his frustration elsewhere; tired and confused as he is, he knows he can lash out needlessly.

And Jasper seems to be attempting peace. For some unknown reason.]


As I recall, you were too busy bowing down to your dark master.
veracious: (tw4812)

[personal profile] veracious 2022-01-26 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Months.

The revelation is staggering, but he supposes it makes sense after all of the other nonsensical things they've dealt with. Thanos came from the far reaches of the universe, wiped out millions and millions of people for the sake of warped peace - to think that they've been dragged across time from different places, different points?

Well. Once upon a time it might have made his head hurt, but he takes it in stride. ]


I haven't set things right yet, Wanda. [ And maybe she knows the outcome - after all, she had asked where he had gone. Had he not returned? Does something go wrong, not unlike this? Is this place where he ultimately ends up? ]

But I will. [ There's something in the way she looks at him that makes his head tilt, his brow furrow. ] What happened, Wanda?

[ A tiny part of him wants to ask what has happened, who has hurt them - because nothing can remain peaceful, it seems. And the tiny voice in the back of his head echoes back - and you weren't there for them. ]
leitstern: (Bitter)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-26 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Jasper furrows his brow. His head bows against his chest; a weary confusion draining colour from his face. The anger of his friend charges the air and makes the hairs on his neck stand on end. It is difficult to muster up the energy to argue knowing he is the source of indignation. This outrage is the consequence of betrayal - but he cannot understand why. It is like this world fished them out of different moments of time.

Golden eyes widen and look down upon hands that look entirely human. The divide must be unconquerable for Hendrik with him looking like this.]


How can I forget? I would be a lucky man if that was all I remember.

[He falls into an awkward silence as he recalls their last conversation. It is hardly a thrilling experience.]
veracious: (518124965_8mp4000182)

[personal profile] veracious 2022-01-26 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Knowing you, you'll have this place on the network in no time.

[ Steve huffs a laugh even if the Tony Stark standing across from him lacks the bite, lacks some of the arrogance he's come to find so familiar over the years. There's little peace to be had in what happened, in everything they had to lose to get here, where they are, standing across from one another.

He turns his eyes to the road as well, resisting the urge to look back, make sure that the man he's seeing is real. He goes quiet, pensive, but there's fatigue in his features, a weariness that eats at his very bones. He's not sure who came back from the battle with Thanos - Steve Rogers or the soldier he tried to be. ]


I never doubted you, Tony.

[ Even when they stood at opposing sides of the airport tarmac, when they circled conference tables, when they fought to the death in the deep of a bunker, when stared one another down across the grassy lawn of a lake house at the end of everything - Steve would have trusted Tony to do what had to be done, in the end. And here they are. ]

There wasn't time to tell you that. Wasn't time for much of anything, really.

[ Count on Steve Rogers and Tony Stark to go roaring full speed ahead to save the world, after all. ]
veracious: (tw10473)

[personal profile] veracious 2022-01-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Have you been? To the other villages.

[ Settlements, villages. Steve doesn't know the difference and frankly, he doesn't seem to care what terminology is used for this strange, new place. He has a million questions, and ask they walk the roads in spite the warnings, he keeps his eyes on the landscape, mapping it out and making mental notes. As many as he can. ]

I wondered that - hiding their trail. Though then we'd have to ask why. I doubt anyone will give us an answer but it's a good point. [ A frown, and he rakes one hand back through his hair. ]

Sorry. Steve. Rogers. A little preoccupied, didn't mean to be rude. [ His mind feels like it's spinning in a thousand different directions, but he offers his hand out all the same. ] You new here, too?
veracious: (tw4865)

[personal profile] veracious 2022-01-26 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve keeps a hand on her arm as she rights herself to make sure she's steady, then drops it back to his side. The exhaustion on her face mirrors his own, though he's had plenty of practice in hiding his. Battle after battle after battle and he's kept up the careful, calm, and collected facade he's known best for.

It's not dishonest, either, because the smile he offers her is warm, even if it's not quite as bright as it might have once been. ]


The Summoning, right. I have to admit, it's taken it out of me too.

[ His very strength seems to be drained, but they'd warned him of that when he arrived sputtering and confused. It doesn't change the eerie mistrust that's settled deep in his gut. He has too many questions and too few answers, with too little time to connect the dots. ]

You just arrive here, too? I'm still trying to get the lay of the land.

[ He's scoping it out, mapping it out, checking any door that's unlocked, making sure no stone is left unturned as subtly as one can. ] Steve Rogers, ma'am. [ He offers a hand. ]
whomthebelltolls: (Cuz if I do you'll need a miracle)

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2022-01-26 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[While he's explaining himself, Maria does take one more opportunity to look him over, to size him up for any potential threat. The way he's speaking, however, doesn't really indicate he should be much of a problem. So maybe she can relax her guard just a bit.

To that end, it means she can watch him flip the cover up, letting the pause remain, heavy and pregnant and awkward in the air for a long moment before she does.
]

No, and I suppose it is my own fault for not sleeping well, but... not being at home does make it a bit difficult to fall asleep.

[That book, as he lifts it, appears to be a simple history tome of Cadens, and the rise of the Free Cities out of Thorne.]

... I was doing some research on our gracious hosts. It proved to be quite... lulling. [For the most part, at least. The part where the Free Cities cut off was interesting, but the stuff about Thorne? She's already been there, done that with huge castles. It seems no matter where she goes, they're about the same.]
whomthebelltolls: (Inside my head)

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2022-01-26 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Then I suppose one of the recruits would have found my anemic self on the ground here. Either way, I would have had an answer.

[The reply is only somewhat curt, but the truth is, she never really doubted that she'd be fine. Anemia is the opposite of what she's had to deal with over her life. Her body's always overproduced blood.

He's just lucky she didn't decide to test out her abilities by stabbing herself near the heart or liver. That really would've made a mess. Perhaps enough so she would have had to admit she wasn't testing her regenerative abilities at all.
]

... Very well. [She does, however, follow him, gripping at her hand to keep the knife steady; the flow of blood already seems to be staunched, and though it was bleeding too much before, now it definitely doesn't seem to be bleeding quite enough for how fresh the wound is. Then again, it's sort of hard to tell. There is a lot of pooled blood over her hand.]
standvastig: (Facing down demons)

[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-26 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Hendrik keeps his peace for the moment, instead listening to Jasper and letting silence build between them. Though the anger refuses to fade, he can avert his gaze and allow some distance so both of them can attempt to collect themselves.

It is not a particularly successful attempt, considering his restless shifting from foot to foot in the growing dark. He understands this entire situation less and less with each additional time he mentally cycles through the incidents of the day.

He clenches his jaw to himself. Even if he cannot condone Jasper's misdeeds, he can at least admit that a familiar face is welcome.]
leitstern: (Preoccupied)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-26 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Questions grace the tip of his tongue. Does Hendrik want peace? To speak in the future? Though his mind stirs with hope, it fails to clear a pessimism built up over years of misery. He maintains silence and struggles to find anything to speak of.

Perhaps they should focus on their reason for being together in the same strange world? They stand together in this place - if not the same mind.]


How much did they tell you when you arrived?
unnecessaryflourishes: (I do see you there)

[personal profile] unnecessaryflourishes 2022-01-26 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps they are unaware of that peculiarity of the summoning magic they imply?

[It would be odd, of course. And speak to a number of things as to the nature of both the spell involved and those who should happen to be casting it. But it's not impossible. Not entirely.

And of course, that assumes it hadn't been a deliberate action. Which would bring with it any of a number of other questions besides. Of the nature of the politics of Solvunn. Of those who had given them the spell. Of what any of the major cities might have to say - or not say - to their respective Summoned. But that is a matter he can turn to later. If he should come across more proof that it was indeed something done deliberately.

(And in any case, his theorizing on the politics of this world isn't something he wishes to inflict upon Hythlodaeus. Not when the other is so newly arrived, at the least.)

Instead, he waves off Hythlodaeus' offer of thanks, as if to say that it hadn't been any trouble to offer the explanation, and turns his attention to the rest of his friend's words.]


"Everything" is quite the request. Unless you had a more specific starting point in mind?

[It's not a denial, though. Nor anything that would suggest that he is particularly unwilling to answer questions. For now, at least, it would seem that he is more than willing to indulge Hythlodaeus' curiosity.

And if he should come to regret that later, at least he can hardly say he didn't know what he was potentially getting himself it.]
yeshou: (31)

[personal profile] yeshou 2022-01-26 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Strong, they say, and Wen Kexing is a good fighter, but he thinks that the damage done to the training sword really has nothing to do with him. Looking at the remains of the sad object, he raises his gaze back to Dia, taking in their strange appearance with new perspective.

"Actually" strong. Hmph!]


What exactly are you? You aren't human, right?

[It's not a polite response, but the king of evil ghosts isn't obligated to be polite, right? He's a brigand and warlord, so no one should expect common courtesy.

Except after a moment of that, he does relent.]


Wen. Wen Kexing. [He hesitates, then adds cautiously:] Are you made of stone?
yeshou: (43)

[personal profile] yeshou 2022-01-26 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't. I was- I needed to find something first.

[ He struggles a little with that explanation, unused to having the option to give his thoughts. Outside of a precious few people, Wen Kexing has rarely been seen as a human. Walking alongside anyone as an equal, just a fellow traveler caught by strange fortune, is still a new feeling for him. He's used to being on guard from even strangers. ]

But they said there were other homes they had built. I want to see if they are the same as this one, all farms.

[ Because it is definitely unusual for a mere farming village to have the power to summon people from entirely different worlds. That much he does understand. It's eerie. ]

They're quick to praise us and wary of letting us go too far. That means they want something.

[ And if they managed to pick up him, it must have been an accident. No one would actually want a dangerous outcast in their ranks. He finds himself surprised at Steve's introduction--once again too fair and polite for him. He's not quite sure what the extended hand is about, but after some thought, he pulls an apple he managed to earn earlier from his pocket and offers it gently over. ]

Wen Kexing. I just arrived through their weird ghost pool earlier. It left all my money behind.

[ But he managed to at least give something in answer to what he assumes was a request. Good deed accomplished? Wen Kexing raises his hands together in a salute of respect. ]

You think this is a game they are playing with us?
standvastig: (Some sort of puzzle)

[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-26 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Even with the question asked, opening the way to an escape from their current awkward impasse, Hendrik lets the silence settle again. He churns through his feelings slowly, flexing his fingers against stone and looking down to the dim lights beyond the castle.]

Enough. What they deemed necessary. The need to summon 'heroes' from beyond this world because of some worldly peril.
leitstern: (Gloomy)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-26 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Then perhaps I am not the only one playing games.

[Jasper chances his luck, encroaching forward to a couple of meters along the railing. The attention of his eyes lies upon the setting sun. The scrutiny of his mind upon the man at his side.]

Do you intend to lend assistance?
standvastig: (Somewhere ahead)

[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-26 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He audibly scoffs at that acknowledgment of playing games, eyes briefly flitting to the side when he notes Jasper is approaching. It is rather frustrating that he still wars with wanting to trust the man, considering how deep and thorough his betrayal was.]

I did not think it was a matter of choice. They are the ones with the ability to send us back to Erdrea.

[Presumably. They managed to summon them to this world, after all.]
londonbound: (one.)

[personal profile] londonbound 2022-01-26 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not know. The only thing they've asked, as far as I'm aware, is assistance with bringing some sort of magic to the Singularity. It was a voluntary mission. I don't think you need to worry about being enlisted into any arm, regardless of appearances."

Rhy himself is built sturdy and leanly-muscled, but he's not necessarily a warrior. He knows how to use a blade in a ceremonial fashion more than anything. His country had known peace for as long as he was alive.

He shrugs, going back to his food.

"I'm afraid I haven't got more answers than that."
londonbound: (twenty-one.)

[personal profile] londonbound 2022-01-26 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
Rhy nods. He slides a little closer along the bench, leaning back against the stone and propping a heel up on the edge of it, resting his elbow atop. His head tips, observing his new companion curiously.

"Yes. We have been Summoned. Though for what, precisely, is unclear. I've been here two months, and I'm still sorting. You'll be at it for a while, I'm afraid."

He offers a sympathetic smile.

"I'm Rhy. And you are?"
leitstern: (Hankering)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-26 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Hendrik's dry acknowledgement flows into one ear without leaving the other. Doubt needles his mind and writhes beneath his skin; prompting him to rub one of his arms. He finds distraction in following his old friend's example. Eyes flitting to the side before returning to the sun.]

Perfectly true, I dare say. But if one must exchange one master for another I suppose one could do worse.

[His eyes close and he indulges in remembering a master who was entirely mortal.]
wiedzminka: (one hundred & twenty-nine.)

cadens.

[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-26 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a glimpse through the crowds. A sudden jolt in her chest. The flicker of familiarity out of the corner of her eye.

Ciri turns, following the feeling before she even realizes what she's doing. Who she's seen. Dark hair, the edge of a smile, a familiar gait. She pushes through the crowd, something that is more fear than hope lodged in her throat. Her heart stutters. Her stomach twists.

It's her.

It can't be, and yet-- There she is. Talking to a merchant, the faint sound of her voice carrying to Ciri's ears, the cadence of her words, the tilt of her head and the set of her jaw. Not a trick of the light. Not a similar stranger.

It's her. ]


A- Alina?

[ Ciri reaches out to grab her by the shoulder before she can think better of it. Before she can think at all. ]

Fuck. Alina. What are you doing here?
standvastig: (Do not test me)

[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-26 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Hendrik cannot stamp down on his rage quickly enough to keep from reacting to Jasper's ill-chosen words. His hands leave the railing as he turns to glare at the other man, blunted nails digging into his palms.]

Do not talk about exchanging masters. Are you no more than a sellsword now?
leitstern: (Cruel)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-26 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Jasper leans across the railing and looks upon the lower ward. Hendrik spits and boils in anger and he leaves him burning; accepting the consequences of his words with the understanding he has no right to tell the man how to behave.]

Not if they deserve my loyalty.

[It is a deliberately poor choice. Hopeful of provoking some kind of a response he can use to punish himself.]
standvastig: (Disappointed in you)

[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-26 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Disgust flashes across Hendrik's face at those words, though he fails to see them as the blatant provocation that they are. He takes a step forward before restraining himself; even if they were not in an unknown castle, he is feeling off enough from the summoning not to throw himself into a fight.

Not that he could not send Jasper to the floor with one enraged blow.]


That you think the Lord of Shadows more deserving of your loyalty than His Majesty is appalling. Monstrous.
leitstern: (Gloomy)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-26 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
The situation is more complicated than that.

[Hands push away from stone. Jasper drags himself away from the balcony and looks at Hendrik with eyes that keep darting towards the sun.]

You know nothing, Hendrik.

[How does one share the fact they had to die to realise the one they respected was as swift to abandon him as any other?]
standvastig: (From behind?)

[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-26 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Agitation had led to Hendrik stooping his neck to glare at Jasper, but those words have him straightening, spine rigid at those true words spoken so plainly. Still standing close to the railing, he slams his fist over its top, feeling his skin and muscle immediately protest at the sudden pain.]

You are not telling me anything I do not already know.

[He bites back an accusation that Jasper is taunting him, instead considering whether or not he should simply leave.]

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