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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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meiren: (06)

[personal profile] meiren 2022-02-15 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zhou Zishu sighs loudly but doesn't bother to argue the point. Doubtless there will be better things to fight about soon enough and one has to pick their battles when it comes to Wen Kexing. The fussing is annoying, but if it will keep Kexing from terrorizing anyone else for a moment then he'll put up with it. ]

How should I know?

[ He certainly isn't going to ask. There is still every possibility this is some sort of strange dream while he waits for his turn to cross the bridge. It wouldn't be the worst thing, to linger here with Wen Kexing for a while. He doesn't want to give anyone a chance to change their minds and send him to where he should be. ]

They say they brought us for a purpose.
yeshou: (42)

[personal profile] yeshou 2022-02-16 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ The loud sigh is probably the most reassuring sign for Wen Kexing to hear. If he's well enough to roll his eyes and act put upon by Wen Kexing's concerns, then that goes further toward proving Zhou Zishu's good health than checking his meridians. He leans against his side, pressing a reassuring weight against him as he watches the children play and search for little treasures around the open yards and pastures to show off. ]

Heh. Everyone always has something they want, mm? Why do we have to care about their needs? You've done enough.

[ He's trying to be sincere, but at that moment, a pebble gets kicked by them, skimming a bit too close. ]

Hey! You little brats, I'll throw you in a lake!

[ The kids just think the louder big brother is hilarious. ]
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[personal profile] meiren 2022-02-17 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
I've done enough?

[ The echo is amused almost despite himself as he leans against Wen Kexing in turn. They're both here. Whatever else they have to deal with, at least they have that.

He's content enough to watch Wen Kexing attempt to terrorize small children, shifting enough that he can rest his head on Kexing's shoulder. If anyone makes him move, they might have a bit more of a problem. ]


We can see what it is they're after, at least. [ It's almost thoughtful, but not particularly worried. ] Maybe it'll be something interesting.
yeshou: (44)

[personal profile] yeshou 2022-02-17 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Are you laughing at me?

[ He tries to be insulted by that, but with Zhou Zishu leaning against him, how can he really stay mad? It's already enough that he's showing this much affection--it means his zhiji has been through more than he's letting on. Wen Kexing sighs dramatically, rolling with that. ]

You collected all of these baby monsters just to taunt me, didn't you? Shameless.

[ Even as he pushes up against Zhou Zishu, the tension doesn't quite leave him. Zhou Zishu is alive and he's stable, but his condition is far from the ideal that Wen Kexing wants. ]

Fuck them. [ He speaks low, almost under his breath. ] They didn't have to put them back.
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-02-17 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dante has to raise a brow at that. Not that he also hasn't seen less...accommodating places, it wasn't really the most pleasant way to show up to a fancy castle.

That, and he definitely has other things to do. ]


All about the wizard in the tower vibe, eh?
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[personal profile] leitstern 2022-02-17 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jasper says little with emotion or word. His face remains impassive and unwilling to share more intimate secrets that nobody knows. In truth, this land is life-saving. That secret is one he is hardly glad to admit to himself yet alone speak to others.

He narrows his eyes - almost closing them but not quite.]


If you believe. Not quite satisfied by such a life for yourself, are you?
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[personal profile] subhuman 2022-02-17 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's right about that--there are very few Dante would offer his hand in earnest and he's ready to shove it into his pocket...if he had one. Damn tunics and lazy pants. They offer a nice breeze but he's not out here to air the boys out.

Exactly as who they hoped? Hmm. Dante isn't sure if he could say the same but that may just because he was pretty set on being disagreeable from the start. From what he understand it was intentional, but for what grand purpose he's still hazy on the details.

He does snort at that. ]


Never thought I'd see the day where I became the diversity hire.

[ "Equal opportunity to demons" isn't usually on most job descriptions, and for good reason.

Dante take idle stock of the faces they pass, a few he's seen before but most not. There are a substantial number of people in the castle, more than just the Summoned. ]


Haven't really left the castle yet myself. A little R&R seemed due after the welcome party.
paraleyeze: (01)

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[personal profile] paraleyeze 2022-02-18 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow. A strong response. Maybe they picked the wrong people for the job?" The lightness in her tone suggests that she hardly thinks that's the real problem here. She sighs and shakes her head. "At any rate, it looks like they picked me of all people to try and solve their problems with magic, too. I'm Nailah, Queen of Hatari. What's your name?"
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-02-18 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Diversity hire? Thancred tilts his head at that, the term unfamiliar to him, but he can more or less guess at the meaning and judging by Dante's tone, it's meant as a jest. Then again, most of what Dante has said thus far has sounded like a jest. Thancred knows that game, though he won't dig too deeply into it just yet.

Delving outside of the castle feels overdue at this point, though Thancred had intended to be thorough with his search before moving on. Dante, on the other hand, seems to balance out his methodical nature. ]


You seem to be rather casual about this entire affair. Not your first time being spirited across realms?

[ Or mayhap that truly is just his personality, to not let things bother him too deeply even when their situation is rather dire. Surely Dante has duties to attend to back home, like every other Summoned... ]
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[personal profile] sakaya 2022-02-19 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shuten almost moves to shake his hand but stops as he pulls back. His concession... Makes her laugh. She shakes her head in what could be called disbelief. ]

My, my! No judgment here. Strawberries are worth saving before those few precious seconds are up.

Anyhow...

[ She's gearing herself up now and with one casual upward swing... The tart flies impossibly high into the air. Without giving Dante time to react, the oni is already bouncing up the walls, back and forth between it and a pillar where the tart is before it starts to make its descent. ]
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[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-02-19 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bake?" Zelda questions, "I'm afraid not. The castle chefs always made my favorite fruitcake, but I've never tried making it myself."

She looks thoughtful for a moment, until something strikes her.

"In theory, it can't be that much more complicated than simple chemistry, correct?"

Zelda finishes patting the powder from her clothes.

"Now, let us away to the baker's shop!"
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[personal profile] meiren 2022-02-19 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's usually laughing at Wen Kexing in some respect or other, so he doesn't bother to respond to that particular accusation. Instead, he hums offhandedly, ready to ignore the rest of it as well. Wen Kexing can get especially ridiculous when he gets worked up.

At least until he mutters something, and Zhou Zishu frowns slightly as he tips his head enough to look up at him. ]


Put what back?
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[personal profile] yeshou 2022-02-20 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ The jokes and exaggerated anger and even the quiet bitterness freeze at that question. Wen Kexing's eyes dart toward Zhou Zishu's face, looking at him in quiet disbelief. He doesn't know what to say to that at first, having Zhou Zishu act as if nothing were off at all when moments before Wen Kexing woke up in this world it was a race against time to save him. He stares with slack, dumbfounded surprise, only recovering after some long seconds of silence to turn back to the children who are hurrying proudly toward them. ]

Ah, come here, come. That's right. Give me those. Good work. Here, we'll make a fire and roast some of these, okay?

[ Wen Kexing stands, giving Zhou Zishu a flask and examining the spoils of apples and cured meat that the children brought for them. ]

We could roast these. Go get some firewood. We'll have a little feast.

[ The kids are excited about the suggestion, racing in all directions to find the best sticks. Wen Kexing glances again to his companion, brow furrowing with concern as he still fails to address the real issue. ]

Don't drink too quickly. It's cold.
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[personal profile] hylife 2022-02-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
... and that's how Princess Zelda and her knight ended up working for the baker that day. It turns out they were both perfectly suited for the work, being already covered in flour and all.

For the most part, Link has been in charge of kneading the breads, pausing in his work every now and then to help Zelda with the next part of mixing the batter for cakes. Just as she said, it's a simple matter of getting the ratio of ingredients correct and assembled in the correct order - and a gentle hand with the whisk, of course.

Typically, Link would volunteer to do the manual labor of whipping up the cream for the cake - it takes some time and a bit of muscle, after all. As generously as she's wont to explain various things to him, Link just isn't much for chemistry - even for baking a cake - but he is good at muscle.

The next bit involves a lot of cutting, however. (He'll just have to do both!)

"Ah - let me, Princess -" Link interrupts, slipping past her to take hold of the sharp knife before she can reach for it.
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[personal profile] paraleyeze 2022-02-21 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
So it's not so much that he's been surrounded by so many horrid people or for so much of his life that her barest level of kindness stands out to him, but that he appreciates how natural it feels. That's a huge relief to hear, because her heart was about to break for him. Admittedly it's a little touching to hear.

"Genuine, you say?" She laughs under her breath. "That's the nicest way to say it." Situational context is everything, though, and she could be anything from honest to shocking depending on what she says and who hears it. In return, she gives his hand a squeeze, but not too tight. Her tail wiggles, the only indication of anything less than confidence and relaxed poise. "Good. That way, I can keep them from harming others. Especially those close to me. So keep your eye out, Robin. And I'll keep mine out for you."

The other one is for anyone who crosses her.
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[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-02-21 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's actually a lot of fun, baking. Zelda can see herself wanting to learn more.

She's grateful for the help with the more strength driven tasks and as she's mixing, whether he's listening or not, she's explaining various calculations and theories she has on things. However, she follows the directions precisely; as much as she wants to experiment.

When Link slips past to gather up the knife before she takes it up, she puts her hands on her hips.

"You think me inept at handling sharp instruments?" She comments both warmed at his meaning to protect her, but also a little hurt that he thinks her so careless.

"Very well, I'll leave the cutting to you." She says at length and moves to put a cake in the oven; loading it onto a wooden paddle and gently scooting it into the stone oven. She decides to make some conversation as well.

"So, you've been here quite awhile?" Zelda asks, still a little confused about the flow of time. "And where have you been residing?"
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[personal profile] hylife 2022-02-21 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
For Link, it's been rather surreal, doing something so humdrum as kitchen work with... this vision of his, a figment cobbled together from flashes of broken memories and the voice from his dreams. Here she is, yet just as tangible and mundane as any other new arrival to this new world. She even talks much more than he'd expected, though she is just as strong in personality as his memories informed.

"It's not that," he objects, beginning to slice the strawberries with a deft hand. Link isn't even looking while he lops off strawberry tops, because he's smiling gently at her over his shoulder instead. "I just have more experience with sharp things."

He smiles easier these days, but still takes exactly the same amount of risks. Fortunately, he looks back to the cutting board before Zelda has to chide him over a lost finger.

"I arrived about five months ago in Thorne, but soon after I was given a chance to come here. I've been staying in the tertiary settlement."
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[personal profile] meiren 2022-02-23 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ The extremely blatant sidestepping earns a long look that Wen Kexing is apparently too busy to notice, but he accepts the flask with no more than a sigh. There's no point in pressing him on it, not without things devolving into a real fight. If Wen Kexing wants to eventually tell him what he's so worried about, he will.

It's cute to watch him with the kids, anyway. He's better at it than Zhou Zishu will ever be.

Despite the warning, he tops his head back to take a long drink, then drops it again to meet Wen Kexing's eyes. ]


I'll live.
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[personal profile] yeshou 2022-02-23 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wen Kexing turns on Zhou Zishu at that, watching as the man blatantly defies him and acts as reckless as always. He temporarily stops directing the children on how to build their fire pit so he can stalk back to his zhiji, drawing a huffy breath and clicking his teeth. ]

Zhou Zishu, you insolent child! You behave or you won't eat. Children, you mustn't act like this bad older brother here. He'll teach you bad things and your parents will cry.

[ When he gets close, however, his voice softens and the hand he rests on Zhou Zishu's shoulder is gentle. ]

Haven't we suffered enough? Don't push yourself too hard.
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2022-02-23 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ byleth listens, folding her arms and watching him intently. there's something piercing to her gaze, even near doll-like as it can be. still, that smile draws a quiet laugh, and a shake of the head. ]

Not a star I've heard of. Other worlds are around other suns, we know, but... [ a shrug of one shoulder. ] I come from the Adrestian Empire, on the continent of Fódlan. I've traveled near every league of that place, but never further afield before this.

[ there's an edge of wonder and curiosity to her voice, there. ]
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[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-02-25 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose so..." Zelda agrees, then something occurs to her; speaking of sharp objects. "Link! Where is the Sword that Seals the Darkness?!"

She's still a little panicked when he continues talking and then she's distracted by another thing.

"The tertiary settlement? Have you done something wrong?"

Zelda listens to his answer, and then another thought comes to mind. Only, it takes her a bit to get it out as it's rather embarrassing!

"Would you... perhaps... consider... residing with me?" Her cheeks dust pink and she has to look away and try to look busy. However, in her embarassment, she starts to ramble a bit. "I've arrived only recently, but I've been living here, in the main settlement. The tertiary settlement is no place for a Knight. Please... promise me you'll at least think on it."
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[personal profile] hylife 2022-02-25 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
For a young man who is only just adjusting to living among... well, people, again, that's a lot of questions at once! The Sword that Seals the darkness - of course. She would want to know about that, and Link immediately feels he's been remiss somehow in not telling her immediately everything that he knows about Hyrule and Ganon while she's been locked in her 100 year battle against the Calamity.

But, well. There's only one thing he wants to focus on right now, before anything else:

"Of course, Princess."

He pauses in his chopping to turn and look at her, very sincerely. Her gaze are downcast in embarrassment, but he'll be there with earnest eyes if she chooses to look at him. There isn't a shred of hesitation in his countenance.

"I've always gone where you guide me."
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[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-02-25 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Little did he know, she hadn't been sealed away in Hyrule Castle battling Calamity Ganon. In fact, she has no idea that, that is in her future. As of now, her powers have yet to manifest. Not that she knows anything of what he's thinking (they would definitely need to have a conversation later). However, her own mind is also on one thing.

"Y... you will?" Zelda says a little taken aback. After all, if they were to cohabitate back home it may be looked at as scandalous. She smiles brightly and nods. "I'm glad."

Of course her face is still red when she meets his blue gaze with her own green.

Now her mind is racing on how this would even work. She hadn't thought that far when she made the request. The residence she had been given is, after all, a small, one bedroom with bath, and a kitchen, suited for a single person.

She knew he wouldn't mind sleeping on the floor, he had been living in much worse conditions, but she couldn't help but feel a little guilty about it. Since being here in Solvunn, she had humbled a bit.

Zelda turns and continues retrieving and putting cakes in the oven. Soon she comes to the last one.

"I believe we are about done." She proclaims and uses a towel to clean her hands. "Do you suppose it will be sufficient for the baker?"
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[personal profile] hylife 2022-02-25 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
His head tilts slightly when she turns away, a bit bemused. Her face was so red! Link, without his memories, is far removed from all the rules and regulations surrounding propriety and formality in the castle... he genuinely has no idea what has her so embarrassed to ask him. Nor has he quite mentally followed her request to the logical conclusion of the two of them sharing a bedroom. Oh well!

He half expects that they will move on to the subject of the Calamity and the sword right then and there, unaware of poor Zelda's scrambling thoughts.

"Oh. I think so!"

Link is a very productive kneader of bread, tireless as he is. He's baked off a small mountain of breadrolls.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-02-26 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ The way Byleth looks at him is a tad unsettling, but the fact remains that she's likely still in shock from ending up here with no warning along with being desperate for any sort of answer. It might explain that stare, anyhow.

As expected, she comes from an Empire (and Thancred can't help but equate that word with something undesirable) and a continent completely foreign to him. At her admittance, he smiles wryly. ]


First time hopping to another world, is it? I'll confess, my own first time was... [ He pauses for a moment. For him, it feels like over five years, but it's a bit more complicated than that. Still, in the grand scheme of things? ] Not so long ago.

[ Then he boarded a spaceship and traveled to the end of the universe, so nothing can truly surprise him these days. Or so he hopes. ]

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