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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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sorser: (pic#15429342)

[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-27 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Volunteered? Voluntold? Stephen does not think either applies since he had made the problem clear, and the solution even clearer. There’s no need for suggestion when the route they should take is relatively straightforward, at least in the beginning.

Exasperation threatens to shadow his face. Wanda’s commitment appears to waver depending upon the moral standing of their hosts (fair enough), though he’s of the belief that they should work with what they are given in spite of that.

Why can’t anything be simple?]


You’re misunderstanding me. I’m not telling you what to do — you can skip and hop across territory lines if you wanted, and I couldn't stop you.

But sooner or later, you’re going to have to make a choice. And you need to be informed when you do.
endcaller: (Die dulci fruere)

[personal profile] endcaller 2022-01-27 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fandaniel clicks his tongue in disappoint.]

When you say start small you do mean start small.

Well, if you aim to make improvements you have your work cut out for you, I'd say! This technology is in dire need of...well, anything.

Best start with the simplest components. Of course if your agenda is to make inroads into local infamy then a project is in order.

[He lifts a finger.]

A more robust training dummy.

I heard the guards lament that certain summoned have a habit of destroying their current ones. Imagine it! A dummy that can take abuse would help their soldiers train...

[And there had been something else. Viktor had mentioned something else, he's sure of it.

Oh, right, pants.]


...As for the matter of my attire, I shall keep it in mind.

[Science first, pants later.]

Unless, of course, my lack of dress is distracting.
techmaturgy: (pic#15429950)

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-27 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, that's settled, at least. It does not, however, give them any answers or viable options, and he's pretty sure he could sit here and theorize about it all day, at the expense of real action. Philosophizing about the situation, tempting as it is, won't get him any closer to where he needs to be. Where he needs to be is somewhere with money, and resources, and a workspace. He needs greater understanding of this world's magic and how he might intertwine technology with it.

He's not going to be able to do that if he's under the thumb of the locals, something Sephiroth is quick to voice. Viktor nods--not necessarily in agreement, but in acknowledgement. They can't discount any possibilities, at this point, and that includes the intentions of their hosts.
]

I'm not sure it's malicious on their part, but it is...convenient.

[Viktor actively eschews politics, but even he can realize that the quickest way to said money and resources is by making himself useful to someone important.]
sorser: (pic#15112988)

[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-27 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He huffs out a not-laugh, smiling at her thinly. If there’s one thing he’s already learned about this new acquaintance, it’s that she is uncaring in her provocations. Probably dishes them out as happily as the chefs prepare their many-course meals for the new Summoned.]

I hope that’s not a threat, Shuten-Douji. I’m not a fan.

[Of threats? Of being eaten? Take a guess.]

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2022-01-27 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's quite a story.
And yes, he finds himself thankful for both the level of detail provided, as well as the patience it must have taken to describe it in its entirety. As he listens, brief sounds of acknowledgment come alongside quiet mumblings of astonishment... and of course, at the mention of Emet-Selch being forced to wait for anything as simple as attire, honestly, he has to laugh. The cuff is focused upon (So he has been marked too...) but of all of things Emet-Selch brings up and goes into his usual remarkable level of detail regarding, Ambrose is what he notes most.

The old man appeared to be the one who called his aether to Solvunn. And after the summoning magicks had fashioned his body, the old one more-or-less faded into the background. Ambrose was the one who would presume to call upon Emet-Selch, and his methods differed, from the sounds of it, taking a more central role himself rather than deferring to a council.

...Interesting.
That one, he would want to explore when he has his bearings.

Some things are received a little less quietly. The mention of the execution for one. For those who had not existed in a world where such measures were utilized, much less needed, something like that would be shocking. And frankly, Hythlodaeus is shocked. The mention of the execution marks a clear contrast between he and Emet-Selch as well. While the other certainly isn't skimming over it as nothing (the comment regarding the validity of the accusation certainly tells him as much), he doesn't appear to be surprised by the idea of a group of people deciding to take another's life as punishment for some perceived wrongdoing.

...Likely because of what happened to him after the Sundering. He finds his mind moving to contemplations of what the other would have had to endure (for honestly. There was so much he didn't know.) and... yes. That's... certainly worthy of a good, long discussion. But now isn't the time.

He's looking distinctly thoughtful again as his friend closes, brow furrowed. Others, though? Perhaps he's hoping against hope, but...
]

Ours?
piqure: (pic#15419272)

o boy!

[personal profile] piqure 2022-01-27 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this won't change anything. it's one sort of assurance, alright.

except, maybe, this might make stephen trust him less here, and that risk doesn't sit right with peter. it would be deserved, all things considered, but he's never been good at letting people down. he needs to be reliable here, too.
]

Yeah — well, you saw the news...[ he seems to drop the idea of taking a fast exit out of this situation, takes a deep breath and straightens out his shoulders, and continues: ] My identity being out in the open — that really messed up a lot of things. [ Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman really means that people don't know who he is. just someone looking out for the little guy. you put a name to it and... ]

I came to you to ask if you could undo that. The world knowing who I was. I — look, the truth coming out also put people close to me at risk and - and just — I didn't know what else to do! I thought with the Time Stone — [ he grimaces. no, talking about it again doesn't make it easier is a rapid fire conclusion. actually it sounds dumber to say it now because he has the context of what happens next and yet...and yet, could he say he wouldn't try to do the same thing? ] — You said you didn't have it anymore, but that there was a memory spell, so...

[ he lets that hang between them, for a moment. trying to gauge reaction, maybe, but the look on his face loudly proclaims but wait there's more and it gets worse. ]
supersoldier: (267)

[personal profile] supersoldier 2022-01-27 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Convenient. Malicious. Manipulative. An opportunity. Sephiroth does not believe any or all should be exclusive to each other — but he’s also been wrenched straight out from under the wing of a corporation that deals in less-than-moralistic practices. To suspect that, at the very least, their hosts are here to take advantage of their new, unmoored state is just practical thinking.

Though it does make him wonder, vaguely—]


Do you plan on cooperating?

[Spoken as though they have a choice in the matter. But what he asks is a little more layered than that: what are his intentions in this new world?

He had seen the crutches, of course. He remembers the remark about suitability.]


Our hosts saw some use in you, or you wouldn’t have been summoned.

[That could’ve been worded more cordially but it. Isn’t.]
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-27 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
War infringing on people's homes and livelihoods, now that sounds far more familiar. Thancred can understand why the stranger would hesitate to offer up such information without some prompting, as it's not what most would consider normal small talk. Considering they have all been abducted to some unknown place, however, Thancred thinks they have already departed from anything approaching normal.

The boy's tale is common enough, though Thancred doubts that he wants to hear that considering he's been living it, any potential wounds still raw and open.

"I doubt many would blame you. 'Tis not a kind or easy life, that." Living on the road, forced out of one's home by a conflict you wanted nothing to do with, and yet this young man is hardly the only one to have suffered such a fate. Thancred heaves out a breath and shakes his head. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry you were forced into such a situation."

With that, he holds out his hand. "I am Thancred. If you ever need any tips for surviving out in the wilderness, I might be able to share a few." He isn't overplaying his hand, but he has training and specific experience in doing exactly that.
Edited 2022-01-27 18:45 (UTC)
techmaturgy: (pic#15348798)

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-27 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor is at least a little heartened by some of the things he sees here--applications of water and steam, metallurgy, the beginnings of mechanical equipment. It's better than nothing, and if he has to be somewhere, he'd prefer to be near some kind of scientific innovation, even if it's further behind than is realistically optimal.

Still, this kind of work doesn't happen overnight, even if it's being helped along by transplants with more knowledge. Loath as he is to involve himself in the general political goings-on of any one place, he understands that the easiest way to secure the things he needs will be to impress someone important--or maybe get an in at one of the Academies, unless they brand him some kind of heretic.

Peter seems to understand some of this, as well, which is good. Less time spent getting on the same page.
]

Money, resources, a place to work. [The fact that Peter says he's been here before, however, is not lost on him, and he has no choice but to pause the current line of questioning to pursue this new one.] What do you mean, you were here before?
sealingpower: (18)

Gonna make this fun and a little action-y

[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-01-27 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm... I suppose so, in the grand scheme of things. It does give me heart though.

[She pauses and offers a small smile of her own with a light laugh.]

Regardless, it is no bother.

[Her gaze follows where he's pointing and she nods as he explains.]

That if quite fortunate. I hope you might provide them with good company, and in time, possibly consider them family. Of course I hope they will do the same of you!

[Zelda looks thoughtful over his hesitation. He certainly seems polite enough. She doesn't see a problem with that. Perhaps he's just shy?]

If you'd like, I could come along for moral support? [She looks up at the sky. Stars are starting to become visible and the moon is rising. She frowns, knowing she will have to rescind her offer.] However, night is falling and I suppose I should retire to my own residence. I've heard there are beasts that lurk outside the settlement, monsters of sorts.

[She thinks of the minions of Calamity Ganon and wonders if these are like those. Unfortunately, she doesn't have time to consider this further as seconds after she speaks the words, a growling is heard from the trees on the outskirts of the field.]

D... did you hear that?
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[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-27 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[A confused silence follows Jasper's remarks, and Hendrik slowly looks over at the other man with something other than anger in his eyes. His agitation and tension slacken into a distinct unease as he registers what Jasper has been saying.

Is that truly what he thinks? There is part of him that wants to instantly throw up a wall of denial and reject what has been said, but it is a small and stubborn part in comparison to his whole.]


How can you believe that? I never thought you were in my shadow.
sakaya: (Angel Face)

[personal profile] sakaya 2022-01-27 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A threat? You wound me!

[ Shuten returns the laugh and walks up to him, waving her empty glass around. ]

It's an invitation. Do you think I'd just rip into just any human, like a starving brute? Though even if I wanted to, my style is a liiiittle different.

[ Well, that confirms that she has, in fact, feasted on them. Up close, even though her powers have been dampened due to the Summoning, the unmistakable aroma of alcohol lingers around her as a dangerous and coaxing perfume. ]

Well, in my current form, I just eat and drink for pleasure. And my cute Master wouldn't be too happy if I acted out as a child so you don't need to be concerned.

[ always be concerned ]
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[personal profile] a_better_man 2022-01-27 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Mat opens one eye.

"But what do they have you do?" That there's leisure time is all very nice, but he's more concerned with what manner of service he's about to be pressed into. No one's grabbed him and brought him here just to pamper him.

This is all sort of starting to seem like one of those folk tales, the sort that are actually cautionary tales. One about things seeming too good to be true.

"You're the only person I've met so far that wasn't just pulled out of the water, I'd like to know what I've gotten into here."
techmaturgy: (6)

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-27 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now that they've settled that, he's fine waiting for her to draw whatever it is she wants to show him. Perhaps there's some relief that they've moved past vague hostility. Now it's just vague suspicion, but he can't exactly blame anyone for that, at this juncture.

He's got her interested, which is what matters. Even if she's not very talkative, it's nice to have someone to bounce off of.
]

Ah, runes. Or a language?

[Which can be, technically speaking, interchangeable, though the former implies more of a magical quality than the latter. Without further elaboration, he's not sure if these are symbols from where she's from, or something she discovered here.

So he's just going to lean over and share her piece of paper (no sense in wasting it) to draw a few symbols of his own.
]

I've worked with something similar, in the past. [Like, half a day ago.] If there is an equivalent here, I haven't found it yet, aside from the cards.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-27 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just as swiftly as she lifted him up, she puts him down and walks off. Thancred is left to stand there with his arms ladened with tomes, but he reacts quickly, dropping them all off in a half-toppled pile on the closest table before he follows after his mysterious helper. ]

I can hardly let you walk away without at least giving my thanks and asking for a name.

[ Despite their difference in height, he moves with quick, efficient strides to fall in at her side. ]

Do you usually offer your help to strangers and then stride off with nary a word?

[ He's quite familiar with the strong, silent types. Oftentimes they're also the types who are simply uncomfortable with social interaction. It's for the best, then, that he can make up for that in spades. ]

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2022-01-27 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Dalmasca... Oh, how regrettable. I've not heard of it.

[Oh no, Himeka! You didn't ask what happens if you're wrong!
Fortunately, it's nothing terrible. It's just information. Should she want to share, of course.

He begins to walk again, his head tilting slightly to smile a gentle one down at her.
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I'd quite like to, though. ...Would you mind?
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-27 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is nothing particularly complicated or ambiguous about "Strength," so far as he can tell. Whether or not it's the appropriate choice for him is more up for debate, but he also isn't familiar with all the options. He gathers that there are certainly worse ones, however.

Like "the Devil," for instance. Not the most flattering option, though this stranger finds a way to make it so in a way that Thancred can't help but find almost painfully familiar. ]


Oh, naturally. [ Said with a brief smirk and a wink. This man is disarming thus far, but Thancred won't set aside the possibility that he's dangerous, especially if he was granted that designation. ]

I have naught to trade either, save for labor. It could be we'll find someone in town in need of a pair of strong backs.

[ There's a pause then as he places a hand on his hip and glances up and down the long, ornate corridor. ]

Or were you headed elsewhere?
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[personal profile] a_better_man 2022-01-27 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you."

And Mat means it. He had been forced into a shitty position, and it's nice to hear some sympathy for a change. There'd been precious little since he left the Two Rivers. Hell, he'd been yelled at more often than not, least when they were with Moiraine. Funny that a gleeman who'd stolen from him had been the kindest face he'd seen since then.

Light, he misses Thom.

"I'm Mat." After a moment's consideration, he extends his own hand to shake the older man's in polite greeting. "Good to meet you. And hopefully I'm not going to be stuck out in the woods ever again. I've got cricks that'll take months to work out. Light knows how long till I feel warm again..."
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[personal profile] leitstern 2022-01-27 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It is enough that I believe it.

[Jasper looks towards the heavens; teeth and fingers clenching as heat and anger radiate out his body. His mind starts fretting about the last words to grace his ear. That generous opinion of his brilliance that guides a man to action. He curls his fingers a little and clasps his hands towards his back. One moment of doubt and he is back where he started.]

I have accepted your anger and disappointment. Permit me mine.
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[personal profile] standvastig 2022-01-27 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hendrik meets these new remarks with silence and this time does not say anything to break it. "Accepting" his anger and disappointment. As if his actions did not deserve such reactions and more.

He turns his face away to frown at the ground far below the balcony. The backdrop for this conversation has not provided him any additional information about this world. He should move on after ... all of this. After whatever it is that Jasper wants to say.]
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[personal profile] priestified 2022-01-27 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A runic system, you say?

[ That seems to catch Maxwell by surprise. One doesn't meet too many men of magic and science among the locals of Cadens. It hadn't occurred to him until now that his best source of... let's say fundamental education might be one of the other off world arrivals. ]

Well, I'd be interested to hear about it. I got a little shop around here, if you're interested in stopping by.
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[personal profile] honesthearts 2022-01-27 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Isaac turns his head ever so slightly to look at the gravestones, not especially impressed. Then again he's no restorer or stone cutter. He's sure it's a fine craft, even if it sounds dull to him. ]

Here for a project then. I didn't think I would run into you, much less in a realm outside of our own.

[ He's still adjusting to this new reality. The existence of multiple realms and planes of existence isn't a surprise, as he perused some literature about it in his old friend's castle. To be transported to one, and so suddenly, is another story. He would much rather be back home. ]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-01-27 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't have my usual research avenues. [It is a quite acknowledgement of the trove they've both made good use of in the past, although there's no particular nostalgia or longing in the dhampir's voice. In truth, he's accepted that he does not wish to return to Wallachia ever. It is easier here. He's not the Alucard, no one knows he murdered his father, no one knows about Wallachia's brush with genocide unless he's shared it with them.

A clean slate, or as close to it as possible. The dhampir hasn't taken it for granted.]


I did not think so either, although I admit, I have remained unsure of what happened to your person when last we met.

[He hadn't seen Isaac since that sword. The question has sat at the back of his mind.]
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[personal profile] bravers 2022-01-28 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't occur to him that something is off, and something is wrong. This isn't anything close to the edge of Midgar where they had fought- where that battle alone, where it felt like Sephiroth wasn't really trying- could have killed him multiple times over. If it wasn't for Tifa and Aerith, it probably would have.

Even three to one, it was an onslaught. Sephiroth was unmoved as he'd hit him. But it seemed something else. Both there and at the edge of creation, it seemed Sephiroth knew every move he'd take before he'd even thought it as if he were a cat playing with prey before he would tire and destroy it. Which, needless to say, is a marked difference from the man's only capabilities here being to parry and be batted around.

If he had any idea what he was doing, other than attempting to take him out, he'd notice. But his rage is far too strong, his anger blinding him. Each parry earns Sephiroth nothing more but a harder, more vicious strike from another direction- and should he not have noticed that Cloud had the strength of a SOLDIER, he certainly had the endurance of one.

The blows are crushing, even from such a light sword. Every one seems harder, quicker, and he shows absolutely no sign of slowing- even when the aforementioned man comes far too close, and almost has his head removed from his shoulders courtesy of a particular backswing from Cloud. Fortunately, Sephiroth's shove averts it- and Cloud sees it. Yet he lunges forward once more, undeterred, his blade meeting Sephiroth's as he pushes against it.

Now, more than likely, Sephiroth would be able to view him properly. He's short, most certainly. His features should be about the same as the grunt from Nibelheim- a fair complexion, a nose and a mouth that border on delicate- but there are differences. He looks... gaunt, almost. Whereas that recruit was barely even an adult and the angles of his face were soft, rounded, this man appears older simply by that being removed. Far removed.

And his eyes. Other than the obvious mako halo entwined within his iris, they're not showing even a hint of the reticence, the ...sadness(?) that seemed to come from that recruit without him even realizing it. Instead they're sharp. Hateful.

And as for what comes out of his mouth-
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Nonsense?! You bastard...! You torched my village! You murdered my entire hometown as they ran from the flames! That's nonsense to you?!

[He's pushing now. Really pushing, and Sephiroth might want to do something about that. For in terms of raw strength at least, Cloud currently outmatches him.

And then there's that elbow. It's not enough to stagger him, but it's enough to make him lose his balance, briefly.
]
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Poison Ivy | Harley (DC Animated) | The Tower

[personal profile] seasonoftheitch 2022-01-28 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Thorne

It wasn't easy being green. The stupid frog had that right, at least. Because her skin meant that even without her powers Ivy stood out like a sore, green thumb. Usually, this lead to a lot of running in the other direction because a known eco terrorist was in the room. Here though? It was leading to free samples. Too many free samples.

Ivy had resorted to converting her cloak into a make-shift purse to carry the trinkets and baubles she wasn't willing to commit the energy to refusing as she made her way around the city. Apparently unimpressed looks weren't as universal as she thought as shop keep after shopkeeper kept offering the 'welcome guest' a sample.

"Seriously, I don't want any of your cheese- god damn it."

The last part was a heavy sigh as she was given yet another 'welcome' gift from the local cheese monger, adding the small sample package to her load. Somehow, this was the gift that broke the anti-social plant-woman's back. She turned to the person closest to her, shoving the whole cloak bag at them without a second thought.

"Take it. I can't handle the hero treatment."

CADEN

"I'm not that kind of warrior."

She wasn't going to get out of the bed, no matter what the guard or whatever his title was said about training and battles. It was a crappy bed in a shitty tent and Ivy longed for her stolen cable package on her big screen TV as the ceiling of the tent refused to provide entertainment.

"I'm here until my powers are back, then I'm gone. You humans can go kill each other without me."

Solvunn

It was pretty here. Pretty and just so...so...boring. It was, in many ways, what she'd been fighting for. Nature respected, humans living simply instead of exploiting its resources. Nice, really. But she wasn't a mom, she wasn't going to let some ancient farmer tell her how to grow plants, and sheep? God, no. No sheep.

So here was Poison Ivy, villain extraordinaire, world wanted terrorist, just sitting in the bar, sipping what the had for wine. No powers, no Harley, no Batman (a nice change). No...anything.

"I am not ready for retirement."

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