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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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lmaoooo all good

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-02-06 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[None of this is really a surprise to him. Viktor wants his own workspace as well, and it’s easy to see that the way to get that is to make himself useful to some of the people who are already established. It’s at least a little heartening to learn that this trajectory is available, and he follows a step behind, eyebrows raised in interest.]

I’m sure they’re appreciative of your expertise.

[Considering the general level of technology here and the fact that Maxwell seems to come from somewhere with space travel, of all things. Viktor’s sure he could make similar improvements to their technology, provided he hasn't irked all of the artisans here.]

What sort of projects are you working on?
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-02-06 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[The answer is that the business he’s looking to do is his own, though Viktor is realistic enough to know he’s not going to be able to do what he wants here without making himself useful to someone in exchange for the resources he needs. He’s not necessarily a stranger to that kind of quid-pro-quo, but back home there was an entire second person to handle that aspect of their work. Here, he’ll have to figure it out on his own.

So he needs to be making all the allies he can get. Luckily, it seems like favors and services are also in play.
]

I could be of use here. [He gestures broadly to the storefronts. Fixing things. Building things. Cadens seems to be on the cusp of quite a few technological breakthroughs—he’s positive he could help them along, if he hasn’t already bruised too many egos.] Or to you, if you need equipment repaired or improved. I’ll need to secure a work space, eventually.

[Preferably sooner, rather than later.]
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-02-06 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ehn, more or less.

[He’s not being fully accurate on purpose, not wanting to put all his cards out on the table until he knows what’s expected of him. Viktor gets the feeling that Sephiroth is also not giving him all the details, but that’s fine. They can attempt to fill in each other’s blanks with just the broad strokes. It’s difficult to gauge the reaction, but he’s clearly interested, and Viktor isn’t sure whether that’s good or bad.]

Should I be glad for that?

[His brain is what’s useful, of course, but he knows how this works, and he’s more recently sick of special interests. Maybe they have that in common, as well.]
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[personal profile] priestified 2022-02-07 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ He visibly brightens upon being asked! There's a slightly manic edge to that grin, actually. ]

Do you like coffee?

[ PRIORITIEs ]
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hakuna matata, amigo

[personal profile] freightcars 2022-02-07 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
( For as tense as this situation probably is for the guards, Bucky looks largely unfazed by it. It's hard to get all that worked up about three normal guys with swords, when he's who he is — let alone the fact that he has a vibranium hand capable of snapping those swords like toothpicks.

Perhaps counterintuitively, he's more fazed by their leaving, and what follows it.

It's complicated. It was complicated before Steve left, but that was more about circumstance. About the snatches of time they got being few and far between, about unsecured Skype calls whenever Steve could find twenty reasonably safe minutes while he was still trying to get his head on straight in Wakanda. All the stuff they never got the chance to talk about, partly a precaution, partly because some things you can only really say in person.

He kind of thought once it was all over, once they found a way to wind up in the same place for any reasonable length of time, their biggest issue would be relearning one another. They're both different people, practically different incarnations of themselves in a lot of ways. He thought it might be about working to see how these two puzzle pieces fit against each other again, if it'd be as seamless as it was. If they'd (Steve) even still like each other (him) after all the changes.

He didn't really bank on never getting the chance to find out. That's where things start to twist a little.

Don't get him wrong, Steve is still the most important person to him in the god damn world, past, present, or future. He's still so happy to see the guy again it's like a punch to the chest, and so all that complicated stays deep down under the surface where it belongs. Only that last part floats to the top, in the form of a small, sideways little smile.
)

I was thinking about making it my title, you know? Lord crazy man with the metal hand.

( Hey, buddy.

Of course he's going in for a hug.
)
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[personal profile] paraleyeze 2022-02-07 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Nailah hums in understanding as she chews, and by the time she swallows her bite, she's all ears for the promise of a challenge. Goro lit an inner fire in her, if her perked ears and bright eye didn't say it all. She licks her lips.

"That sounds tempting, proud warrior. I would relish a contest between us so much more than a dinner conversation. We could really get to know each other that way."

The thick of a struggle was the best way - be they foe or ally. After the war had ended, she'd found herself growing restless, her teeth itching for the kinds of battles that would make her question her own abilities again. One look at the prince is enough to suggest untold might - and the sense that he would give her a challenge of the like she'd never experienced before. What else could those arms do besides delivering food to his mouth with perfect etiquette?
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[personal profile] fourarmedandangerous 2022-02-07 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Goro finishes chewing his latest bit of meat, then sets his utensils down, dabbing at his mouth again with a Shokan-sized napkin, which he then also sets aside.

Then, he rises from the table and turns to regard Nailah. "The training yard is this way." He rumbles. "I will take your measure as a warrior, Queen of Hatari." Or as much as he can while she is weakened from the summoning. He cracks his neck from side to side. "Worthwhile challenges are not easy to come by here. I hope you will not disappoint."

Goro rising, and his challenge to Nailah, appear to have caught the attention of the some of the other soldiers, who now appear to be watching the display with interest, but Goro pays them no mind. She may be some form of human, but...perhaps he can overlook that if she puts up a good enough fight.
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[personal profile] ofthesword 2022-02-07 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Well, yeah. Comes with the territory.

[Of a lot of things, like being raised in Fortuna, which is all spooky castles and gothic architecture, because it's cool and historic or something. Nero isn't really going to elaborate on that. He's already moving on. They know dungeons. He knows. This guy knows. Everyone's gonna know, probably, soon enough. Maybe they'll start some tours.

Definitely not looking forward to that.]


Anyone being kept from a bath will. Poor guys.

[Look, he may be a demon hunter, but he appreciates a good bath. And not being stuck in a ten by ten box like a guinea pig.]

You've got a point. Hey, bright side, if this place is into public executions, you might find at least a few answers. [It definitely gives the feel of a place into public executions. Why have a dungeon otherwise? It's not like the cells are here for rehabilitation.] Maybe the last well-dwellers weren't a happy lot. Pretty obvious we're not the first.
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[personal profile] sweetsong 2022-02-07 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes a lot for Robin to not jump as she touches his ear, even more so to not laugh--- though his smile has somewhat waned during her explanation, that doesn't mean he hasn't been paying attention. Some of those words and places don't really spark any kind of recognition in his eyes, but they're still impactful all the same.

"Are you the predatory sort, Nailah-san?"

Does that mean he's in danger? He has been a rabbit before. He could still be a rabbit in her eyes right now. Especially if he looks tasty...?!

"You wouldn't devour an entire... erm, what was it, beorc?"

Even though they might be sat near delicious foodstuffs, it doesn't mean she might find something not on the menu to be more preferable?
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-02-07 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh...

[Yes, the answer is yes, and on some level he knows he is being asked if he would like some, but the change in subject is so swift and immediate that he's thrown a bit for a loop. He just. He just has to check.]

Is that your project?
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-02-07 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Used it for a party. So, his assumption was correct — though that’s very little comfort, for all that Peter follows this up with. Modifications? A spell going haywire? The multiverse cracking along the edges, bleeding into one another? All because of friends who didn’t get into their preferred college; all because of Peter who was trying so hard to perform a balancing-act that even Spider-man couldn’t pull off.

For something that’s not yet happened to him, he feels the weight of it. The complications spiraling out from things unsaid. The multiverse is not a concept in which they understand much at all, and that it should unravel because of Peter— no, because of his agreement to help is utterly mind-boggling. Yeah, the kid needs a break. All of them do, from time to time, those who might don a superhero name and save the world now and again from whatever flavor-of-the-week threat rears its ugly head.

But this seems inherently, obscenely, irreversibly irresponsible. Since when is Doctor Stephen Strange such a bleeding heart? (More than he realizes.)

...Well, maybe not irreversible. Somehow, this doesn’t stop this news from being utterly wheeling.]


It’s fixed, but—?

[Because there’s always a “but”. Always a scar beneath the band-aid where time, space, and multiverses are concerned. He sees it on Peter’s face. This is a painful conversation for him to have, meaning there’s something critical still missing.]
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[personal profile] supersoldier 2022-02-07 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Should he be glad for it? That's the million gil question, isn't it? One whose answer is highly dependent upon the person answering.

Sephiroth, for someone working under Shinra authority and still able to see facets of its underbelly, has a paradoxical narrow-yet-not-exactly-oblivious view on the matter.]


That depends on how willing you'd be to align yourself with a company that'll provide you with endless resources, knowing that the bottom line is what they'll always prioritize.

[This is all in theory, of course. It isn’t as though R&D’s actually been pulled through the summoning pool and scouting for new talents. But if they’re talking about sacrificing moral snippets of oneself at the cost of furthering a personal goal, well. There is no better example than Shinra.]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2022-02-07 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately not? Where was he trying to teleport to? ]

And you haven't found any correlation yet with the symbols on those cards?
[ She asks with all the tone of someone who suddenly assigned him a mission, or his curiosity has suddenly burdened her with a nameless mission of her own. Her skepticism remains, faintly. ] Beyond superstition.
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-02-07 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[If Viktor picks up on Thancred's reluctance to do some good old-fashioned reading (and, he might), he doesn't show it, preferring to proceed uninterrupted. It seems he's been skimming at least some of the time they've been having a conversation, his finger tracing a line of text while he scrawls something on a sheet of paper with his other hand. He takes a second to make sure that Thancred gets started, then turns back to his own book.]

Hm?

[Right. There are also all of these other books that he has to get through--but the good news is that someone else is here to help him do that, now.]

Histories, primarily. Treatises on magic. Though, I get the sense that the selection here is...curated.
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[personal profile] falcony 2022-02-08 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ sam might realize, when given time to think about it and piece everything together, how this might seem from steve's point of view. how he'd survived the blip, how he'd kept fighting, how he'd gone to those lengths for the stones and had convinced tony and had fought thanos. had barely had any time to breathe at all. had carried all of it. if given time, sam might be able to feel out the shape of where steve stood. what he'd been feeling. what this might be.

right now, though, all sam does is fall back into step. find his place again and feel, in a weird way, rooted once more. steve rogers has been gone for over a year now, sam has been pushing on his own for over a year now, and yet it feels a bit like getting back on a bike. ]


You were never a good liar. [ sam says, the grin hovering, a hand coming up to slap the back of steve's shoulder. missed. god. sam's missed him, and for steve he's...what. fresh off the funeral? fresh from the fight of his life? the last battle against thanos has been devastating, but they'd won - even if the shadow of what it left behind still hasn't moved on.

( if sam's hand lingers just a moment longer than a friendly clap might need, it's entirely for steve. for that heaviness sam can see even as they're walking. for the distance in his face. god, this wasn't going to be easy, was it? )

he nods when steve echoes him. catches just a glimpse of the tension that follows it. that...that is something they're going to have to get to another time, he thinks. about how none of this has to do with steve. how this couldn't be further from it. but for now sam can only keep going. can only wait for the soldiers to pass and walk them both out the next door into the courtyard. ]


Honestly? I've stopped trying to figure it out. All I know is that the multiverse is real, people can show up from whatever point on whatever timeline, and then also disappear without a trace. [ there is...a hint of a heavier tone around the word disappear, but hopefully steve won't focus too much on it. sam walks them across the yard outside of the barracks and to the stables, ready to get out of this compound and back out onto the main road. ] Yeah, the first two rounds of us came through in Thorne- neighboring kingdom, very Game of Thrones. It's a long story but we basically got portaled across the country either here, to the Free Cities, or to a third kingdom called Solvunn.

[ and then there's that question, the question he knew steve would ask, and sam feels a kind of tension shoot through him. not an unwelcome tension, necessarily, but more that he had been trying to formulate this response since he saw steve for that first second and still wasn't sure what he was going to say. eventually, though, sam lets out a sigh. ]

For a long time there wasn't anyone. But then Dr. Strange showed up not that long ago. He's over in Thorne. There's the spider kid from the airport - you remember him? His name's Peter, he's...more complicated. He just got here so I'm pretty sure he came through with your group. Wanda, just got here too, she's safe, she's okay; and- [ exhale. god. why was this so hard? ] Stark. He's over in that other settlement I mentioned - Solvunn. He came around the same time as Strange.

[ steve would have just come from the funeral. just gone through all of that. sam waits for a moment to see how the information is going to land.
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[personal profile] veracious 2022-02-08 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Disappear.

Steve knows better than to press right now, to parse apart the tiniest friction in that word. If they can arrive in a place like this, no doubt they can disappear, too. But to what end? How quickly? Is there warning. And suddenly, a thought pulls through him on a sharp, electric current:

Who has Sam lost?

The weight of the battle with Thanos, the weight of the blipped five years, the weight of losing everything and everyone he'd fought so hard to protect seems to fade to the backburner. Sam needs him, he realizes, even if he falls into step beside him easy and confident as he'd been the day he raced him on the DC greens. Life had been simpler then.

He lets out a slow breath, listening to the list of people, the names that sting and hurt, until one lands heavy between them. Stark. ]


Stark is here?

[ He's dead. Steve watched the light leave his eyes, watched the flowers float over the water, saw the glimmer of the hologram inside the lake house. Steve lost his best ally that day, and to know he's here somewhere, alive? He doesn't know what to feel. His expression keeps steady but there's a pinch in his brows, a rush of thought behind his eyes. So many people here he had sworn to protect, and now he has to face them all again - protect them all here, even if he isn't sure that he's able to. ]

How is he? [ His voice grows quiet as they approach the stables, and he pauses outside one of the wide doors. Only then does he turn to face Sam, studying his friend's face, feeling the comforting pressure against his shoulder even though it's long since gone. So his comes back to rest on Sam's, giving a tight squeeze. Even damaged and weary, Steve knows how to stand strong in a storm. ]

...How are you, Sam?
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[personal profile] supersoldier 2022-02-08 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The year that I come from wouldn’t mean anything to you.

[Terse, direct. It seems as though this is just the default of this man, who still keeps his cat-like gaze focused on the knot against his fingers. Slowly undoing the tangle one impossibly long strand at a time.

His frown deepens, just a tick.]


My Planet is more advanced than this world. Midgar itself has more technology on a single city block than the whole of this city.

[Certain parts of Midgar, at least. The thriving heart of Shinra itself, HQ seated at its core. But his experiences are narrowed by what is familiar to him, as it is for everyone.]

That said— Decent shampoo isn’t exactly a modern marvel of human ingenuity.

[the city should HAVE some DECENT shampoo!!]
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-02-08 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stephen’s look dances somewhere between incredulous and vaguely impressed.]

I think the assumption is that they’ll remain tight-lipped on whole process, but… No. I don’t know for sure if someone’s walked up to them and just asked outright.

[He can take a guess that the reply will be something along the lines of a negative, turning them away, but what a thought.]

Is that your usual approach? Pretend that you can’t read the room and ask for state secrets? Because I can tell you how that’ll work out.
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[personal profile] falcony 2022-02-09 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ of course that would be the conversation steve would want to get into. of everything that sam has said, of everything he's learning, that is where his focus pulls. sam can't quite blame him, it's the same thing he'd be drawn to if their situations were flipped, it would be where his attention would hover. it's also why sam follows up with everything beyond that, too. because no, he's not going to lie to steve if he asks. he'll give him the lists of names of people he will probably never know. and then sam will shake it off and keep moving, because what else is there to do?

there's still work. and sam has already gone through the worst of it - that empty apartment, the end of the trail, no answers and nowhere to even go with the questions. he let it trip him up and it complicated everything, and now sam is more relieved, than anything. no matter what all it brings up and what all sam now has to consider, having steve here is a relief. a familiarity. something sam hasn't really had for...well. longer than he's been here, that's for sure.

but there it is, that look, that tension, and sam just keeps walking them to the stables as the reality of it passes through steve. he's well aware of what that tension looks like, the guilt. sam felt a fraction of it, himself, when he found that house in the horizon. when he saw that lake. and now? sam huffs out a sound that is equal parts a sigh and a laugh. ]


He's compartmentalizing and refuses to process and honestly, kind of a pain. I don't blame him. He knows what happened, knows what he left behind, and now he's stuck here. From what I can tell, he's making the most of it, but... [ sam shrugs, moving towards the opening closest to his borrowed horse. that's when steve stops, when he turns and turns those eyes on him, his hand coming to rest on his shoulder, to give him a tight squeeze, to ask. and damn, sam...almost forgot what that was like. that look. the attention. steve rogers, turning the attention away from him again, with his stupid all American everything.

god, sam missed him.

he laughs, his eyes glancing off once more to the courtyard around them. not an overly obsessive or worried look so much as a natural movement with the laugh. when his eyes find steve's again, there is a single, arched brow. the kind of look that says I know what you're doing, and you're not subtle. ]


Well. I didn't just get pulled through a portal into a weird Medieval Fantasy world and find out that my ex co-founder of the Avengers is alive. [ it's not wrong, and it's not a deflection. not really. sam brings some humor to it if only to try and break through the heaviness of it. steve might be able to stand strong in a storm, but there's no reason for him to ice over. again.

and then it's sam's turn to offer up a look that's a little more genuine. because while the smile is there, its less together and more tired. relieved, for sure. glad for a friendly face. smaller, in some ways, but not in any way that matters. ]
I'm tired, Steve. It's been a long few months. [ which...steve will probably understand more of, once they get into things. for now, sam ends up shrugging. ends up standing strong a bit himself. he's picked up a few things, after all. ]But the work never stops, and hey- now you get to join the party.
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[personal profile] priestified 2022-02-09 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course the answer is yes! Maxwell has never met a scientist or a mechanic worth their pay who didn't primarily function on a steady drip of caffeine. Maxwell grips the man shoulder warmly, giving him a pat.

They've come upon the back entrance to what looks like a modest factory. Upon reeing Viktor from his unsolicited physical contact, Maxwell turns to start jostling the padlock open with the key he pulls from his coat. ]


'Course you do. And yeah, you could say that. Well, one of 'em.

[ The jostle of his eyebrows is vaguely ominous. ]

They manufacture the rifles for the military here, among other things. All kinds of stuff, really. And I get to borrow the bits and bobs and the old stock for my... research, as it were.

[ He casts Viktor a knowing wink, whatever that means. ]
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[personal profile] historicallyloaded 2022-02-09 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ The enthusiasm he had starts to deflate, the hands that rose just above the table edge in conviction slide down in the air, heavy, and settle timidly on the wood. Despite this his nose wrinkles in petulant obstinance. She's right! But! She's wrong! If the world is really in such dire straights then, yes, anything would be worth the effort. He wants to argue but she continues, her world-weariness and cool nature causing him to pause, especially as she divulges a piece of herself. His fingers are gently gripping the edge of the table now, listening carefully. ]

Well certainly no one's going to get anywhere at all if risks aren't taken... and those are the ones most worth taking. [ He thinks he had more to say but he'd just be repeating himself, and she poises a better question that does well to distract him. The idea of a boundary pushing back also sort of unnerves him, like she described it as a living entity. He still kept the comfort of his own perspective that science was a tool, only a proficient as the person who wielded it. Not a beast of its own accord. ]

N- no. [ He's new, still absorbing everything like a sponge. ] What's the edge? [ Not content to leave his own pinpricked ego on the table, he quickly adds, ] Have you been there?
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[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2022-02-09 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a part of the arms race to this... singularity everyone is convinced will solve all their problems, then?

[She starts to let up further on the makeshift bandages, and even takes a quick peek under one. Looks like the wound is at least scabbed over, if not fully healed, so she just holds on to the towel.]

I can't imagine what line of thought leads to the idea that summoning strangers who have no stake in your people and your lands would lead to any kind of positive results.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-09 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not.

[He's firm about that much. And as a point of pride, Alucard very much does not look back to Maria's hand as she pokes beneath the makeshift bandages, despite the curiosity building within.

He's long since made don't ask questions and answers will come in time a part of how he operates here. There's no reason to change that now.]


Arrogance, mostly. And you should be so fortunate to be here. When I arrived, only one place could manage this feat, and put roughly half of us into the dungeons for the sin of...I'm still not sure.
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[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2022-02-09 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
In this world? No. [She gives him another glance. No longer nervously picking at the table, now he's just still. It certainly means he's listening. Maybe it means she's challenging him.] In my own, yes. But they're willing to crush others in their pursuit of this Singularity here, so I wouldn't be surprised if they're lax in the regulation of other endeavors, anyway.

I do wonder what atrocities they've already committed. Aside from mass abduction. [She motions toward the book.] Predictably, this book won't paint the kingdom in a poor light, but I was hoping they'd at least speak ill of the others of this world.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-02-09 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thancred does assume the walls have ears, having served as those ears many a time in his line of work. While he would like to believe that he would sense if there was someone actually present and eavesdropping on them, magick throws all of those usual senses out the window. He'd benefited from one of G'raha's Vanish spells himself, not so long ago.

When asked about home, he pauses for a moment and turns back to face Byleth. In truth, she's far more interesting than these empty cells, as he's already gathered as much as he can from them. Still, thinking of Eorzea and Etheirys as a whole is troubling when he's in the dark about its ultimate fate. He's decided to believe that Himeka will avert the Final Days, as she has always somehow found the strength to succeed in the face of impossible odds, but that uncertainty is still not comforting. ]


The star from whence I hail is called Etheirys, or Hydaelyn. [ Not anymore, mayhap. She's given all she can to carry them through. They can't squander it. ] More specifically, I spend quite a lot of my time in the region called Eorzea.

[ It's entirely possible she's from the same place, but he won't assume. ] ... All of which means nothing to you, I imagine. [ He offers a disarming smile. ]

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