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February 2023 Test Drive Meme
FEBRUARY 2023 TDM
INTRODUCTION
Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.
All TDMs are game canon. You can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Each TDM will provide a scenario for how characters arrive in-game that particular month.
Playing TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
Current players are allowed to have in-game characters react to TDMs via the Network or make a log with the prompts. Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Content Warnings: extreme weather
the time is near
in from the snow
the time is near
The earth is awakening.
You are aware of this fact before consciousness truly returns. One minute you were a falling star but as your body reforms you can sense the freshness of spring just around the corner. In your minds eye you can see circling birds in the sky, feel the first warm breeze of the season, and hear icicles melting into crystal puddles.
But something isn't right.
The moment you are truly awake you find yourself in what could generously be described as a shack built in the snowy wasteland of Wintermute. You and another Star Child are at least being kept warm by an electric heater, but there really isn't much in the way of amenities otherwise. More disturbingly, the entire shack has a deeply oppressive aura to it, encouraging the pair of you to leave as soon as you can.
But where can you possibly go?
Stepping outside reveals the answer, as parked not far from the shed is a dogsled, complete with warm winter gear to protect you from the cold.
The dogs themselves are the real marvels; not flesh and blood, the sled dogs are in fact automatons. The winter sun reflects off of their silver and copper bodies and the steady tick of their inner workings breaks the chilly silence. Each dog has a key sticking out of its back, turning slowly.
The oppressive sense you felt in the shack continues to grow. Your thoughts begin to turn negative: sad, paranoid, fearful. It is quite unbearable... until your eye falls on a delicate splash of purple against the snow.
Close to the dogsled, a single crocus pokes out of the ground.
The very sight of it calms you down. Picking it will make you feel happy, and you will find yourself blurting out the first pleasant memory that comes to mind.
The robodogs bark, delighted, encouraging you to climb aboard the sled and look for more of those flowers!
Every crocus you collect will make you feel positive emotions and the urge to share good personal moments with your companion. The more you find, the happier you will be... and you might get quite close to a total stranger as a result as well!
in from the snow
While you are out and about, you'll want to keep an eye on your team of dogs - they can and will lose power after a point. Your job as a good dog driver is to keep them wound up! Yes, you'll have to stop and physically wind the dogs back up when they lose steam.
You are likely to discover weapons jutting up from the snow. These are all unenchanted items, basic swords, guns, shields, etc., but the second you pull them from the snow the weather will take a turn for the worse. You may even be subject to a sudden avalanche! Hopefully you got the dogs wound up enough that they can get you out of there without any damage!
Eventually the dogs will choose to take you to Akhlut Station in Wintermute where you can catch the train somewhere a little warmer.
Content Warnings: Fungus, spores, live burial, mental confusion and hallucinations.
putting roots in my dreamland
coast is clear
putting roots in my dreamland
Willow is definitely warmer than Wintermute. The tail end of winter means that while much of the farmland is still blanketed in snow, the more wooded areas have large clear patches beneath the conifers. The ground here is damp and rich smelling. Poking out of the soil are tiny white mushrooms. These fungi glisten wetly, strangely compelling in their little rings of earth. You just want to take a closer look... maybe have a seat under the conifers and listen to the snow melt...
The mushrooms enchant anyone who gets close to them into simply staying put. They cloud the mind, leaving you in a dimly pleasant haze, while your body sinks slowly into the earth. The longer you stay, the more you sink - maybe a passerby can come and pull you out! If you don't wind up suffocated by dirt you will find that your head clears on its own once night falls. You will probably still need a hand pulling yourself out of the ground, but at least now you know what's going on.
The woods at night are not still - there are mice and owls and the usual nocturnal critters. There is also something else, something that moves slowly beneath the trees checking the mushroom traps. About eight feet tall, this lanky creature resembles a human skeleton held together by muscles and tendons of moss and fungus. Its head is a huge mushroom cap, underneath from which glitter a pair of bright blue eyes. If it finds any unfortunates stuck in the traps without anyone to help them, it will push their heads beneath the soil and hold them there until they die.
The sight of this creature inspires feelings of disorientation and hopelessness. These feelings are lessened when you are in close physical proximity with another Star Child, so it is to your advantage to stick together. The mushroom creature's objective remains the same: to feed the living earth with your body.
The creature is not particularly tough - its flesh is soft and gives way easily. You can defeat it easily with weapons or even your fists provided you can get close enough without succumbing to the disorientation and hopeless feelings. Oh, and you may not want to hit it on the head...
The mushroom cap, when struck, showers spores everywhere. These spores burn if they land on your skin, and if they get in your eyes they cause vivid hallucinations of ghostly figures reaching for you, trying to immobilize you. These hallucinations are so real that it is likely you will act as if they are real, standing still as if you are restrained.
If you defeat the mushroom creature, it will dissolve into the ground and leave in its place a wooden chest. Inside each of you will find some canon clothes and/or an item from your homeworlds.
coast is clear
Not far from the forest treeline, a bonfire burns merrily in the center of a circle of light green tents. The tents are kept warm by portable heaters, with some containing food and drink, and others offering small packs of seeds as gifts. These seeds are for common earth flowers and vegetables. One of the tents provides first aid supplies, in case you got roughed up fighting a giant mushroom or something.
The tents are staffed by squirrels and chipmunks. Just plain old ordinary squirrels and chipmunks. They don't speak - only chitter and occasionally screech - but they will help as best as their tiny paws allow.
This is a good time to recover, and also to talk to any other Star Children you may see.
Questions?
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Mina Ashido / My Hero Academia / Legend
putting roots in my dreamland
coast is clear
coast is clear
He whips around when he hears a commotion behind him, metal trays clattering as they crash to the ground, glass shattering, general mayhem. What he sees is... not what he expects, but it doesn't really surprise him, either. It's definitely the most dramatic Legend transformation he's seen so far, and she seems to be really freaked out.
He feels uniquely qualified as a Familiar to help, and also maybe a little obligated. He turns away from what he was doing and jogs over, holding out his hands as if trying to calm a wild animal. His ears are alert and swiveling this way and that, trying to hear everything around him for dangers, even though there are none; his little tail flutters wildly. ]
Hey! Hi, I'm John! [ Might as well get that out of the way. ] It's okay! Don't be afraid, you're going to be fine! Can I take your hands?
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Nobara Kugisaki || Jujutsu Kaisen || Legend
Nobara didn't like the way that the building felt. She knew curses and cursed energy, but this wasn't it. It was totally different. She took a deep breath and rubbed her arms. She didn't quite get what was going on. Maybe she shouldn't have followed the fox. She needed to get back to Itadori and figure out what happened to Gojo. She lifted a hand to her face before standing up. She didn't feel any rough skin from scars and she could see just fine, so she hadn't lost her eye. Or maybe it had been healed with a reverse cursed technique? She could question it later. For now she needed to get out of here.
She moved across to the other person with her and shook them. "Come on. Get up. We need to get out of here." Her tone didn't leave any room for arguing. She might not be dressed for the wintertime, but she couldn't stay here. She didn't wait for the other person and headed outside. She shielded her eyes from the sun for a moment before she noticed the dogs. She grinned as she headed over to the sled and began to poke through the supplies.
"Perfect! Just what we need to get out of here. And these dogs are so cute! I wonder where they'll take us. Hopefully somewhere warm. I could use some hot cocoa..." She rambled as she began to bundle up.
Putting Roots In My Dreamland
Nobara was glad to be away from that cabin or whatever it was. She didn't understand the aura that it had, but she didn't want to go near it again. She wandered around the farmland, trying to figure out a few more things. She managed to find some nails and a hammer for her cursed energy use. She needed to see if she could find some straw to make her straw dolls. Maybe one of the farmers would allow her to use some in exchange for something. For now, the stolen hammer and nails would do fine for now. She wasn't totally defenseless.
As she walked along she noticed the little mushrooms. While they looked kind of cute, they were also mushrooms. Something that she didn't care that much for. Still, for some odd reason she wanted to take a closer look at it. Interesting. Her mind slowly went blank as she leaned against a tree and just watched the little mushrooms. She didn't even notice her shoes starting to sink into the ground.
Coast Is Clear
Nobara stood, staring into the fire for a few minutes. She was lucky that she hadn't died just a little bit ago. This was the second time that she had came close to death. The life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was dangerous, but she hadn't expected to nearly die, be taken to a strange world, and then nearly die again. It was a lot to deal with in such a short amount of time.
She mentally shook herself. She couldn't let this get to her. She was going to become a great Jujutsu Sorceress, no matter what. She wasn't going to let that get to her. She would get back home and be able to help the others out with whatever happened in Shibuya. She turned away from the fire and headed for the tent with the first aid supplies. Might as well lend a hand.
roots.
"You're sinking!" Despite not yet trying to pull her out he will make an effort not to let her sink any further.
Steve Rogers | Marvel What If? | Legend
Steve scrambled awake getting to his feet so fast that his bad hip protested loudly. He braced a hand against the nearest wall and looked around, breathing hard but there wasn’t the familiar burn of an asthma attack. This was just plain old confusion and panic.
He remembered the sensation of falling, fast and hard, like the Hydra Stomper had lost all power. The sensation of hitting the ground had never happened. There was falling and then he was awake, shivering in the cold.
The cabin was held together by nails and a dream. It reminded him of the tenements back home with their cracked walls. The cold raced through them, sharp and biting. He had on his flight suit which provided some warmth but not enough given the way another shiver wracked his slim body.
“You know where we are?” he asked the stranger as he pushed away from the wall.
Steve limped his way towards a window and looked outside. This place had a bad feeling to it. He was restless and anxious. Confused as hell too. How the hell did he get to a little cabin in the middle of the woods in winter when last he remembered he was in the barracks in London?
Another, deeper sense of foreboding fell over him and Steve scanned the world outside looking for a threat.
“We should get out of here,” he suggested, turning back towards the stranger he was stuck with. “I can see a dog sled out there. Might be our only way out.”
Where they would go… well they’d have to figure that out once they were going somewhere. All Steve knew for certain was he didn’t want to stay here where it felt like the walls were closing in and something was going to come out of the darkness for them.
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But So Does Fear: Putting My Roots in Dreamland
The hand around his wrist pulled hard and Steve kicked the dirt around his legs. He came free from the earth with a gasp of breath. His hip ached and his muscles were sore from trying to struggle free himself but he was out of the dirt. That was a relief.
“Thanks,” he breathed as he used a tree to help himself get to his feet along with the help of the stranger. He pushed his bangs back with a hand and grinned ruefully. “I don’t remember how I got like that.”
Steve had been walking through the woods looking for some sort of shelter and then there were mushrooms. He remembered the mushrooms but after that everything was fuzzy and strange and he came back to himself getting yanked out of the dirt by the stranger.
He’d worry about that later. Much later.
The sudden snap of a branch made him look over. Some sort of creature was coming towards them. Steve’s heart beat hard in fear instantly. Even though his legs were a little shaky he wanted to bolt. Fight or flight and for the first time in a long time Steve wanted to choose flight.
“We gotta…” The feeling settled down some when he looked at the person who had rescued him. Steve’s brain went from blind panic to focused panic which was a lot easier to think through. “I think we should steer clear of that thing, circle behind it, and take it by surprise. My chances of running far and fast aren’t great.”
His left hip could give him a lot of trouble. While he had survived the gunshot it had really done a number on it. Steve managed but he knew running for a long time was out of the question. As much as his body screamed to run, he knew he couldn’t. That left one option: fight.
He raised an eyebrow at his companion, waiting to see if they had any input.
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But So Does Fear: Coast is Clear
Steve sat in front of the bonfire, his left leg stretched out in front of him. He had his flight suit open and rolled down to the waist but he had a winter jacket on, both hands wrapped around a steaming hot mug of tea.
He was reminded of being in the field with the Commandos. He almost expected to look over his shoulder and see the Hydra Stomper parked nearby waiting for him to climb in and set off. Or for Peggy to sit down next to him. Or Bucky.
Someone did sit down next to him, though. Steve glanced over as they joined him in front of the fire and offered them a little smile and friendly toast with his mug.
“Did you fight the giant mushroom too?” he asked, a little curious what sort of trouble they might have gotten into out there in the woods before they found their way to the same safety and shelter he had found here.
Oh, and woodland animals that tended to them. Like a Disney cartoon. Steve kept expecting them to talk but they just chittered as they came by with more tea and some cookies.
“Thanks,” he said to the chipmunk. The chipmunk squeaked back and then off they went to the next person.
But So Does Fear: Coast is Clear
Whatever her caution, though...it was quickly dismissed when she picked up the familiar scent of her friend Steve.
Steve always meant a smile.
She followed the scent, but was surprised when she saw what looked like half of Steve, battered and bruised. Had he lost his abilities again? That had happened once, in the early days of their friendship. It had been awful. She'd had to save him from some kind of giant squid.
...or mushroom.
"You look like you've been through a war, Steve," she said, sitting down beside him.
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But So Does Fear: Putting My Roots in Dreamland
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Spring Breaks Loose: The Time Is Near
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Jeannette (Jeanne d'Arc) | Symphogear XDU | Legend
locked tomb folks though, points at eyes, points at you]][ spring a ]
[ There's a lot to take in here. The oppressive atmosphere, the blizzard, the unfamiliar heat source - the strange metal dogs.
All of that's on the backburner for Jeanne d'Arc (Jeannette, to her friends). As she felt her soul peel away from her body at the stake, drifting upwards, she'd followed the fox eagerly; it had told her things, things about "Folkmore", but she paid the details no heed. She knows what comes after death. She knows - oh, she hopes, she would be dreadfully disappointed in herself otherwise! - she is going to Heaven.
Thus, after falling as a star, she comes to herself with a feeling of anticipatory euphoria. The heady feeling lingers afterwards, as Jeannette reaches behind her to touch a pair of newly-fledged feathery wings, atop her to warm her skin on the glow of a halo.
She bursts into happy tears. An angel! She passed her judgment! She too is an angel! ]
Oh, thank you! Thank you, God!!
[ She has noticed none of the weird stuff going on. In fact, she's....running out into the blizzard to fall to her knees and cry rapturous tears into the freezing cold, praising the Lord. Her eyes fall on a crocus. Her heart might burst for happiness.
Whoever's with her, if you approach from behind to check up on her, you'll be presented with a flower and an absolutely gushing, radiant outpouring of oversharing. Jeannette has never been so happy in her entire life as she is in this, her first moment of death. ]
I'm going to be an ANGEL'S SQUIRE!!
[ spring b ]
[ ...So Jeannette is not, or at least not yet, going to be an angel's squire. Because Heaven is rather cold and odd, and the angel to whom she has pledged her loyalty is nowhere to be seen.
Oh well! She'll just have to surmount this obstacle, and surely, just around the bend, Paradise will await! Act and God will act!
Why, look, there's even a weapon sticking out of the snow, here. God is equipping them to defend themselves in this strange new world. Jeannette is embarking on an adventure in Heaven with six crocuses (she's making a bouquet for her angel, when they meet), a new friend, metal dogs, and now, an axe.
Yanking it free, she runs back to the sled. ] I have it! Now, let's contin....
[ what is
that rumbling noise
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Hmmm....hm....hmmmmmmmm~
[ Jeannette, expression pleasantly glazed, has her head tilted to one side as she hums next to a cluster of white mushrooms. Heaven is starting to seem more...heavenly.....or at least, comfortable, drowsy.....a place for rest......she'd been working so hard, but now she can relax.....
Tension seeps out of her shoulders and her shoulders themselves slip ever closer to the mud. She's already in past her elbows. Before long, she'll be little more than a head.
It's cozy. This is fine. ]
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Look out!
[ Anyone being menaced by a mushroom creature will find themselves shoved out of the way by a slim girl brandishing an axe. She chops at the creature, trying to cut its legs out from beneath it.
....This might not be Heaven. This might not be Heaven, because Heaven would not be full of such dreadful feelings as those which these creatures inspire within her, nor would it endanger others this way. But Jeannette won't give up! She'd fallen prey to the happiness, and to the laziness, but to despair -
to despair, she simply REFUSES! Not when there are people to protect! ]
Are you all right?!
spring a
He's still sharply analyzing every bit of this weird place: the bitter cold, the mechanical dogs, the stray flowers. And then this...angel-like woman? Seems to be succumbing to madness in the snow, probably. He should intervene. That odd feeling telling him to move insists on it.
So he shucks his giant trenchcoat, drapes it over an arm, and approaches, only to have a flower thrust at him. He blinks in confusion. ]
...You're going to do what now.
well hello stranger
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Reko Yabusame | Your Turn to Die | OTA
[II] Putting Roots in My Dreamland;
[III] Wildcard;
II
The possibility that it could be an illusion doesn't even cross his mind. He thinks only one thing: Reko. It's Reko, and the ground is threatening to swallow her up.
Instantly, Alice drops his box, dashing forward to his sister's side. He's absolutely going to yell, simultaneously reaching for her to pull her out of the earth intent on burying her alive. ]
REKO?!
[ Is she even conscious? Is it some kind of enchantment...?! ]
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Din Djarin | Star Wars: The Mandalorian/BoBF | Legend
[Spring breaks loose]
A: The time is near
Once consciousness comes to him. Din is quick to jump up to his feet. Right hand moving to reach for his pistol, only to realize it's not there. The realization makes his helmet jerk around to look at the empty holster. But it doesn't last long, as instinct kicks in. Unfamiliar place. A really cold unfamiliar place. He reaches for his vambrace, and a few button pushes and he had his thermal vision, and the cold was being kept out of his suit. His visored gaze lifts to give the shack a careful scan.
No threats found so far, but he can't help not liking the feeling this place gives him. He needed to get out of here. However, his thermal scan had also picked up the fact that he's not the only person in the shack. He's going to move over to them, and crouch down to nudge them.
"You awake?" The modulated voice through the helmet is cold and a little robotic sounding.
B: In from the snow
"Dank Farrick." These damn robodogs needing rewound is getting annoying. They're definitely nothing like the droids on his world. He grumbles as he climbs off the sled, and moves to wind the dogs up once again. First though, he's taking in his and his forced partner's surroundings. Making sure there's nothing that's going to jump them, while they're stuck here.
That's when he notices the weapons sticking out of the snow. Despite his like for weapons, the fact that they're just laying there makes him suspicious. Just out there in the open. As if they're meant to be found..
"Stay here." He'll tell the other person, as he moves to check out the weapons, crouching down to examine them. But not quite touching yet.
[But so does fear.]
Putting roots in my dreamland
"Hang on!" Din's a light sleeper at best. Being in a completely strange new world? Does not help that sleep issue one bit. Which is why he was out in the woods at night. He liked to know his surroundings. This turns out to be fortunate for whatever poor soul has been trapped by fungi that are some how making them sink into the ground. Careful of where he steps, he's going to move over to the person, and reach down offering a gloved hand.
"Grab my hand." If they don't respond and or seem to even acknowledge him. He's going to grab an arm, limb or whatever is handy on them, and start pulling them out.
Coast is clear
After all of the action going on, Din is a bit restless. Even as peaceful as this bonfire is, he's on edge. After the whole mushroom fiasco, the woodland creatures are given a wary distance. He's not entirely sure if he can trust them yet. Even if they seem to be nice and helpful. He won't be sitting down to relax. But he's loosely around the bonfire.
At least he hasn't tried to kill any of the critters yet?
Coast is Clear
He was smiling just a touch though to see that shiny silver armor reflecting the bonfire. Finally, a familiar face from home. He noticed the kid wasn't with Mando though.
That would definitely explain some of Mando's mood. The rest could be explained by the trial the fox put him through to get here. Cobb had heard something about mushrooms and hallucinations which was just unpleasant to consider.
"You ain't gonna like what I'm about to tell you." Cobb clapped him on the shoulder as he came to stand with him. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked over the fire, standing shoulder to shoulder with Din.
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Essek Thelyss || Critical Role || Myth
[Blinking awake, Essek sits up to take in his new surroundings. He remembers splitting off from his timeline to pursue this path, follow the Fox. He remembers the questions she answered without him asking.. but time is lost to him and his head feels heavy as he lifts his hand to try and remove what is weighing it down only to find long horns -- draconic and curving back long his head.
He flinches away from the foreign feel of them, heart pounding as he pulls the cloak around his shoulders closer, eyes scanning the room carefully. There is something foreboding about the shack and Essek feels a chill that's not from the cold crawl up his spine.
Standing, he pulls the hood up and awkwardly over his horns, his sharper nails catching and tugging on the fabric. His eyes fall on the other here with him, assessing them if they are the reason for the threatening atmosphere, but quickly senses that the unease is bigger and more pervasive than just one person.]
I feel as if staying here would be ill-advised. [The drow's smile is polite and practiced.]
B. Putting Roots In My Dreamland
[Without his spellbook and focus, Essek feels a little helpless. He's not without the spells he has currently memorized, nor is he without the learned abilities of his trade or the most rudimentary level spells, but-- well, many are outside his grasp if he does not have the proper means to cast them, nor does he have the versatility.
Still, he can float at least -- something in which he's very grateful for when seeing another person stuck in the muck. Growing up well versed in Drow history and the many things they had to endure, well, he knew well enough to resist the mushrooms, no matter how compelling.
It seemed that this person didn't.
Before he can step forward to offer help, he sees the creature - tall and looming, eerie eyes focused on the prey stuck in the ground. The helpless feeling washes over Essek, the hopelessness that makes him want to retreat, leave -- save himself. But he hears Jester's voice, Beau's.. Caleb's and he knows he cannot. He's pushed through worse, survived worse--]
Take my hand! [He swiftly moves forward from his shelter in the trees - faster than even knew himself able - and reaches out. By no means is he strong, but he has his tricks.]
C. Coast Is Clear
[Essek sits by the bonfire, holding a cup of warm liquid between his hands, looking at a couple packs of seeds and the spoon he has resting in his lap. The cloak around his shoulders is pulled close, hood down -- his horns glitter like silvered onyx in the firelight, his seated position floating a handful of inches off the ground. Scratches and abrasions he has from his run in earlier are ignored as his mind whirls with information and theories.
His heart aches at the distance, but it feels background to the information overload he's currently processing. Besides, he knows that his life is moving forward in that reality -- it is only here in this possibility that things are different. Always, he considered the likelihood of there being parallel realities, that not all other possibilities must end with being unrealized and decaying--
He doesn't notice anyone else until they approach him, his mind too loud and his eyes fixed on nothing.]
Ah-- My mind was elsewhere, did you say something? [Essek looks up from his musings with a startled blink, pulling his mind forward from his thoughts -- whatever was said initially went unheard.]
D. Wildcard
[OOC: I am open for anything! Feel free toss something at me or hit me up (and add me) on Plurk:
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[A tall, dark haired half elf in black armor sits down near by and offers a sandwich. His jet black wings fold against his back.]
There’s always a combat trial for new comers. Without fucking fail.
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seto kaiba | yugioh dm + crau | role tbd
Kaiba is not at all happy about being whisked away from his life again, at least at first. Yes, this time part of him is still there taking care of his old life, but he never asked for this. Stranded in a winter wasteland with some stranger. Great.
"Welcomes like this usually involve being held for ransom," he grouses, the unease all around not helping his mood much. "But look at the bright side, the door's open. Think we should go?"
Yeah he's just going to immediately head for the door, poking his head outside. No guards, no weapons...but they do have some wind-up dogs and a sled. Huh.
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It seems escaping the blizzard has made Kaiba confident. Perhaps over-confident. He's slowly venturing forth into this bizarre fairytale world, full of twists and turns and bits of nightmare. Even a walk through foreboding woods at night suddenly seems like a good idea. Oh, he might (not) live to regret this one.
Because there's a skeletal-fungal creature shambling toward him now. Overpowering dread roots him to the spot, and though part of his mind screams at him to do something, it's steadily getting closer. Kaiba manages to twitch a leg muscle, and he stumbles a step backward, but it's not fast enough. It's gained on him.
"Ugh...come on...." he says to himself, but there's no force of will behind it. He's feeling hopeless, and his death's coming ever closer. What an awful, pathetic way to go.
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Somehow, Kaiba's still alive. He's looking disheveled and slightly muddy, and there's definitely a limp that wasn't there before, but he made it. He's taken a small helping of food and some first aid supplies, and he drops onto a log with a heavy sigh.
If he sees someone approach as he's working on bandaging his ankle, he'll shake his head.
"Let me guess: it's all downhill from here, right?"
roots in my dreamland
That sure enough looks like his friend, and in an instant, he's running towards the giant mushroom creature, tackling it to the best of his ability.
The problem is that Daia is small and weak, so he does probably less damage than he could of. But some of it tears beneath his weight as he falls to the ground with a soft thud. Daia flails as he tries to get himself off the ground, looking back at Kaiba, hoping for recognition from his friend.
He hopes that him being off the Voidtrecker for so long hasn't made Kaiba forget him.
Oh, but the mushroom skeleton is still a problem, isn't it?
"Seto, run!"
He's not sure how he'll get out of this mess himself, but he'll figure it out later. Kaiba's more important.
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Dr. Eva Rosalene | To the Moon / Finding Paradise / Impostor Factory | Legend
[II] The Crocus;
[III] Seeds;
[IV] Wildcard;
[III] Seeds;
which of course piqued her interest. but to be fair, almost everything did, how else was she supposed to survive as a little girl on Jakku? be curious, venture out a little more, squeeze herself into previously unclaimed wrecks to salvage what she could out of them. but that time was over.
a new challenge waited back home. try to find Ben Solo in Kylo Ren. but that was a worry for another day, especially since she hadn't sensed him here.
so she was peering over the woman's shoulder at the packet] What's a tomato?
[Rey is a AU version, basic details can be found here]
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bucky barnes | mcu (familiar)
( this is some weird shit. he's not sure why he agreed to follow the damn fox in the first place. it's clear he's made a mistake, but it's too late to back out now. what's that crap his therapist told him? to make lemonade or whatever? be positive? bucky looks over at his companion as they're standing outside of the shed. )
Go put on a jacket or something to keep you warm. ( thankfully, he's already dressed for the crappy weather, complete with the usual leather gloves that he hardly ever takes off while he's out and about, so he's fine. besides, he's used to the cold. it's not what's bothering him. everything else is. he doesn't trust this place. )
What's your name? ( figures he might as well get the introductions out of the way. ) I'm Bucky. ( he glances over at the splash of purple on the ground once again, feeling an odd sense of calm washing over him. )
► 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 & 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕖
( he's been helping to pull people out of the dirt and trying to help them deal with their disorientation. ) Do you know where you are? Do you know what day it is? How many fingers am I holding up? Can you stand? What's one plus one, uh, minus two? ( these are just one of the many questions he'll ask as he continues on with his search and rescue operation.
and if he's not doing that, he's fighting that damn creature. it's not hard with that vibranium arm of his. what's hard is that feeling of disorientation and hopelessness that he feels when the creature is close by. what bucky hates the most is feeling helpless though; he hates feeling like he's not in control of himself or the situation, and that helps to fuel his anger, enough to keep himself from becoming a victim. he might even do a war cry sort of thing as he's fighting the creature because what else did his therapist say? that he should let go of his anger? yeah, he's clearly working on that. )
► 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 & 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕤
( bucky is sitting by the tents and staring into space. it's either that or he's staring at the chipmunks or staring at whoever's sitting across from him. he does this thing where he sometimes just stares. it's unnerving. also, a little habitual at this point. most times he doesn't realize he's doing it because he's not really there, he's not really present. he's stuck in his head, thinking, ruminating, stewing. )
► 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕
( catch him at the market, the lake, the catfe, the convenience store or anywhere else around willow or epiphany! if you'd like a personal starter, feel free to pm this account. 110% okay to write in prose format as well if that's your preference. bucky's coming in post the end of the falcon and the winter soldier. )
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You look like you could use a s'more.
[ But it's good to see his friend again, and he's judging by the haircut that he probably thinks Steve is dead for some reason. ]
Hey.
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Putting Roots in Dreamland
At The Bonfire
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at the bonfire;
Put the little guy down already.
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Chris Yukine | Senki Zesshou Symphogear | Familiar
[ Chris was someone who knew fucked up mojo when she felt it. Rather than get lost in it, she quickly hurried out of the shack...and found a dogsled? Pulled by robodogs? Well, this was a development if nothing else.
It took her a while to get an idea of how to get them to move. And once she did? She could be seen streaking across the snowy landscape, with her standing atop two of her robotic hounds as they ran, arms crossed, and wearing a haughty expression on her face. ]
Mush! Mush you bastards!
[ How the hell does she balance herself like that?
In any case, it doesn't take her long to notice the crocuses. Drawn to them, she makes the dogs stop so she can pick one up...and her mood only improves. Sure, she's stuck in the cold with no idea where the hell she is, but she's solving the problem herself, right? What's not to feel confident about?
She declines picking up the weapons. She has her own weapon. She does wonder what their purpose here is, though. Did some sort of battle happen here?
In any case, feel free to notice the crazy, laughing girl as she dashes across the landscape astride her sled dogs. Or you can find her at the station, waiting for the train. ]
[ Don't Do Shrooms, Kids ]
[ Well, this is...not great. Chris has been caught by the mushrooms' spell, luring out the mushroom creature and nearly getting her stuck in the Earth. What's a girl to do, stuck at the edge of despair and hopelessness?
Why...she sings. ]
Hyah! Go to hell! It's super repentance time!
Come kneel before Yama, at the bottom of Hell!
[ While singing those...colorful lyrics, she's swinging a fallen tree branch at the creature, knocking it away from her. But those spores that come flying out...they take hold of her, and she begins to imagine those dark souls creeping out for her... ]
G-Go to...go to hell...! I'm not going to have any regrets...!
Now that...I've...got a place to protect...
[ Those words get weaker, as she's taken hold of and pulled to the ground, setting her up for the mushroom creature's retaliation. She grits her teeth, and tries to shake off the spell, while continuing to sing... ]
I won't be running away again...
[ It's clear she can't do this on her own. Help her? ]
[ Clear Coasting ]
[ Well, that had been terrifying. Now let's enjoy a bonfire staffed by talking animals.
The furry little creatures earn stares of incredulity for Chris, but eventually she accepts their wares. She got pretty roughed up by that mushroom creature and his spores, so she's just going to do her best to clean her wounds and apply salve where needed.
Once that's done...geez, there's a lot of people. She feels intimidated; she's never exactly been good around strangers. So, she ends up taking a seat near the firem and tries to focus on something to calm herself down.
She ends up singing again. This time, something much softer.
Stop and listen, maybe? ]
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He follows the sound to...a woman around his age, singing at one of the fungal menaces? She's about to be suffocated. That annoying bit of conscience won't let him let it be anymore.
So he charges, electrifying his fist and putting all his strength into a jolt at its chest. When he can push it back far enough, he'll extend his free arm to her. ]
Running might be wise, actually.
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Rey | Star Wars AU | Role TBD
Rey wonders what Be--Kylo Ren will think when he wakes up and finds her gone. Yes, she'd promised she's stay if he stopped the attack on the Resistance transports, which he'd done. And the way he'd given his final 'please' sounded and looked far more like Ben than his other side. But the Fox had seemed sent by the Force to get her out of a situation she wasn't entirely sure she could turn to her advantage.
Maybe this, this reaching of her full potential, this could make Ben himself again?
It was worth a shot?
But what clearly wasn't worth a shot was staying in that cabin, the longer she was there, the smaller and more constricting it had felt and the shorter and shorter her temper felt. She nodded in agreement when her companion said it was time to leave. It was all she could do to not run out at that point.
The mechanisms had been a surprise. She would have thought they were droids if it wasn't for the strange thing turning and their lack of response when she tried to talk to them.
But then Rey spotted something she'd never seen before. A delicate little flower poking out of the snow. The sight of it made her feel warm, despite the clearly inappropriate clothing she was wearing. Rey couldn't help thinking about her little pot of dying flowers in her AT-AT shell she'd lived in on Jakku.
"Do you think anyone would mind if I tried to maybe dig it out and replant it somewhere else? It's growing in the wilds, it can't belong to anyone in particular."
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Rey didn't like this place at all, once she had time to think about it. It reminded her far too much of Starkiller Base where Kylo Ren had hurt Finn so badly. Where she'd beaten Kylo Ren, scarring his face (and his broad, well-muscled chest, her traitorous mind filled in) for good. But she was without her staff, without her lightsaber, and the Force felt sluggish.
And of course the mechanical dogs came to a stuttering halt. Rey blew out a sigh of frustration and gotten out of the whatever it was called she'd been riding in. "No.
No, no, no, no, no. Can't you work? Why aren't you working?" Her first impulse was to take one of the dogs apart to see what made it work, then use that for the remaining dogs. Then she could put the dismantled dog back together and make it work, too.
But there weren't any tools. Lots of screws and places where the dogs had been welded together, but no real way she could see to take one apart by the seams. She flashed a nervous smile at her companion. "You wouldn't happen to have a tool kit with you? No?"
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She didn't know what kinds of beings were chittering and chattering so happily, but they seemed determined to help her bandage her wounds. So Rey thanked them as politely as she could and went out to try and warm herself at the bonfire.
Rey wasn't dressed for this kind of weather, so she stood as closely to the fire as she dared, blowing into her hands and rubbing her upper arms, trying to get even warmer. She felt through the Force someone joining her by the fire and she shot them a crooked smile.
"Please tell me that this weather isn't normal. If it is, I think I'm going to regret taking the Fox up on her offer."
Better the monster she knew than the monster she didn't.
((OOC: This Rey is an AU, basic details of which can be found here.))
Jinx | Arcane | Myth (voice testing so go easy on me!)
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕠 𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣
𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕!
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕠 𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣 | A
He doesn't recognize Jinx immediately, in part because he's never seen the young woman up close and because she is the last person Jayce expects to find here. What Jayce sees is another of those plants monsters and someone who might be in trouble, so he retrieves the mercury hammer from the magic bag of holdings he's gotten recently and steps into the clearing, weapon in hand. When he looks at the creature, he feels a pang of despair like a slap to the face, and he's briefly disoriented. It's not enough to drop the hammer or to stop him from moving closer to the other Star Children to try and protect her. ]
Ey, are you hurt? These things had been showing up all over the place, you need to be careful with the head.
Changing this up hehe. Gonna make her Legend just to mess with her morality more!
That's amazing, I love it!
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It's all good! I match! Also changing her to Legend to mess with her morality more! Make Powder show
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Future Mai | Dragon Ball Super | Legend (Voicetesting)
[II] Coast is Clear;
[III] Wildcard;
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[ Ryo just grabbed food without consideration of concepts like 'rationing'. ]
Well, no one complained last time this sort of thing happened, so take what you want.
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ii. time is near (b)
iii. coast is clear
iv. wildcard
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bare feet? she didn't know much about snow (not counting Starkiller Base and Kylo Ren a traitorous little voice in her whispered), but she was sure that it was a great way to hurt one's feet.
so that distracts her momentarily from staring at the crocus flowers with an expression of wonder]
You need something for your feet first. I can undo my arm bindings, they should help a little if you wrap them around your feet.
And, uh. No. I've never seen flowers like this, ever. Is that what they're called? Crocus?
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Mel Medarda | Arcane | Legend
0. Arrival [Closed Narrative]
The flush of victory and pride at her city, her fully committed to city, is short-lived. The armor on her back glows in warning of weapons fire, and Mel turns toward the window at her back to see not only a rocket but one that glows with the energy of HexTech. Her heart breaks at her mother's words resounding in her head, at he clear answer to the question dogging them since the theft, and at the near certain death armor or no. Was it always doomed to be so short-lived?
The night of the unexpected continues in the shape of a small animal, one oft claimed by her brother. This one speaks and offers her a path somewhere else, to another land.
"Jayce," Mel says in even tones, despite her near panic and the urge to follow the fox. How could she not? Her eyes turn to him and catch Viktor beside him. "Viktor. Bring them too, and I am more than willing to pay whatever price you wish for such passage."
The fox tilts her head. "That's not how this works."
The fox says no more. Mel stands and halts in her steps. Her hand closes over her ring, the bright points digging into her palm even as the halted explosion fills the room around them. No one else has armor. They're so vulnerable. They'll be ripped to shreds. She's known them for years, yet she would abandon most of them easily, more easily than Piltover itself. Jayce and Viktor, however, are another matter. Tears gather in her eyes, and her body shakes.
Mel walks toward the fox, incidentally or not past Jayce and Viktor. She stops at Jayce's horrified expression, only a moment before one of unbridled joy and relief. Mel kisses him the way one kisses a dying loved one, though he be on his feet and in the prime of his life. She has seen so many men in the prime of their lives die. It is a small mercy not to know what his corpse will look like. Viktor seated, she knows less well, and Mel only rests her hand on his shoulder for a moment. If she stands there too long, she'll lose the will to make the right decision. One of them should survive. Perhaps it was always going to be her.
She's sorry, Mother. You will think she is dead like the rest and so soon after losing her brother. There's nothing for that. You're a Medarda. You'll step into the vacuum of Piltover like the Noxian warlord you are and add it to the Medarda lands by force. You'll take the weapons of HexTech and make the world something Mel fears. Mel's not sorry to miss that.
Pulling her composure back together, she walks with the fox. Each step of the way, Mel further compartmentalizes what she walks away from and studies the information the fox shares with all the fervor of her youth and of her initial arrival in Piltover. Her calm is too calm, but that could as well be the shock. The physical and physiological changes are something but remind her of Piltover, of the city she chose. At least in this measure, it comes with her. It comes from within her.
In the end, after the fox answers as many questions Mel harbors as she seems willing, Mel plummets from the sky, falling as so fast it feels as though her heart burns within her chest.
1. The Time is Near
Mel comes from a family of privilege and has lived that life, even in exile. While she held no expectations of grandeur upon arrival to a new land, a shack that one good storm might knock over underwhelms even her low expectations. Whether it's the tears no longer welling up in her face or something else, the urge to leave it is strong. Mel doesn't immediately act, both because it's a foreign location (outside may be no better than in) and because there is foreign company (inside to say nothing of outside).
"Shall we thoroughly check the place over before we leave?" Mel asks, rather than making it an order. "I should hate to die of cold in our haste." It is somewhat warm indoors with a heater, but that's it. She does her part, exploring not only the meager space but also the views out the windows.
"Hmmm," Mel muses. Additional company indeed. Technological marvels. If they were built by Jayce, she would hurry into their ticking embrace easy as can be. Ticking, however, can also mean explosives, and for some funny reason that is fresh on her mind. The bodies at the bridge come to mind. Then her imagination supplies her with the likely view of the council room after her departure. Though her stomach is firm, Mel feels awful. Stifled. Sick.
"Let's," she says, regardless of her companion's actions and opens the door to step outside. Her image is stuck of course on Jayce and Viktor, not as she last saw them, but dead. Even Viktor, who was dying, who had but a short time to live, ought to have had that time. He ought to have had the weeks in his new country free and Piltover's equal. He should have seen that before he died. And Jayce? Mel nearly throws up, though her stomach is usually ironclad. Though the sight of hundreds of bodies wouldn't move her. What is one more? The answer comes to her unbidden. Her brother's body. Only she doesn't know the manner in which he was killed, so instead of the one way she imagines Jayce's body, she sees a whole collage of them, every death she's ever seen except the person is her brother.
In her worst moment, Mel even sees the imagine of her mother decapitating her brother, the way that horrible moment had gone all those years ago. At that horror, she drops to her knees and dry heaves over—
A single purple crocus. She takes a breath in, a breath out. She continues that way, embarrassed as she is by the whole display.
2. In From the Snow
Away from the horrible place they arrived, Mel is more than willing to do her part to keep the dogs runs. Though they don't talk, she names them after each of the Councilors (and Viktor), with the largest and most enthusiastic of them being Jayce. The thinner wisp of a dog behind him Viktor. Mel speaks sweet little nothings to them, the sort she's done countless time over the last decade. Well, except with Viktor. There's nothing sweet or nothing about their conversations when they have them. So she speaks to his dog of what she imagine Zaun could have been like, had only the peace deal gone through. It's all her imagination. She knows little of what life is like there, except by reports. Viktor and Vi its representatives. They are nothings because it came to nothing.
Since the world is dangerous, even Piltover, surely Folkmore must be as well. Mel picks up two daggers and tucks them through her belt. Then she picks up two rapiers, the belts of their hilts breaking away to dust. A minor problem, but she can tuck them into the sled.
A dangerous crack booms in the sky, and dark clouds roll in fast. "Let's go!" Mel shouts in the loud environment and returns to the sled. Her half of the dogs, at least, are well wound.
1. Putting Roots
Perhaps it was foolish to think that Folkmore could be a respite after Piltover. No one in Folkmore would know who she was. No expectations or duties beyond those anyone else has as part of their role. No family legacy. No freshly blooded war. In the rich farmland of Willow, a warmer land than Wintermute, Mel wanders the land in search of something, though in her heart she could not say what it is. When it comes to a place to sit, an especially tall tree with small white mushrooms supported beneath it is as good as any. Still in her clothes from home, Mel sits daintily on the forest floor, closes her eyes, and listens.
The slow plops of snow from branches. The pitter patter of small animals. The rest. The sweet respite of stopping swimming. Mel is simply Mel here, not a Medarda. She can take a break, she tells herself. Breathing slowly, she does not notice that she's sunk more than a little way into the soft ground, not merely half an inch but a good halfway up her legs.
Perhaps that is how you find her, or perhaps it is not until much later.
2. In My Dreamland
A moist treelike hand presses into Mel's hair. That someone would dare touch her hair shocks her but tells Mel that they are a threat. This action is violent and dangerous. Only then does she realize that the sum total of her body, except her head, has already sunk under the soil. Her armor may glow beneath the earth, but it does little in the face of this danger.
There's no point. The tactical gap is so strong that Mel knows the battle is lost before it even begins. Fine, then let there be no hope. She is Mel Medarda, and she shall not die idly at someone's hands even must she die. This is not some explosion that cannot be fought. This is a hand. Mel turns her head upward and bites deeply into her attackers flesh. It gives away easily, so easily it disgusts her, but that does not stop her. She rips away some of the flesh and spits it out.
Its hand continues to press at her head, so she bites it again and again and again until the whole hand is mangled and lays in pieces around her. The horrific fantastical being like something injected with shimmer looks at the ruined hand in puzzlement, something near confusion. Mel doesn't bother to gain a sliver of hope, and why should she?
The monster presses down on her head with a much larger foot, and though she continues to bite and shred that foot as best she can, her head starts to sink into the soil.
3. Coast is Clear
Filthy and more in need of a bath than anything else, Mel accepts a little food and drink on the way to the first aid tent. There she sits to one side, out of the way in her filth, and washes by hand as best she can with a small washcloth and a bowl of hot water. She begins with her exposed skin, though even the skin under her clothes feels clod with dirt. Then, well, so much as is possible, her clothes themselves. It may be a lost cause, but they are her only clothes, so their saving is as important to her as any injury.
2. In My Dreamland
It all had happened so quickly and brutally a few weeks ago. Even though Baphomet ended up victorious, the sight of his fear, his doppelgänger dead and bleeding out, had left an impression on Jayce. He gained few new nightmares, but also a newfound kind of determination when it came to protecting others, so they wouldn't have to suffer.
He had already helped a couple of people escape the ground trying to pull them in, disoriented and almost out of air. Once they had been left in the care of the people in the tents, who offered firsthand assistance, Jayce resumed his patrolling. Sometimes he walked, and sometimes he was flying around to cover more ground as he looked for white mushrooms leading people into danger.
He's on the ground now, hammer in hand, when his Legend's senses scream at him. Someone nearby is in need, and he follows the call like a siren song until he reaches a large clearing. The view that greets him is shocking for more than one reason. The sight of the monstrous creature brings a sharp sense of foreboding and anguish, like a stab to the heart.
However, it's when Jayce's eyes land on the person attempting to fight it that his breath catches in his throat. He would recognize that face anywhere. The little gold marks scattered over her cheekbones like shimmering freckles. Her long hair, that was always carefully braided and held up in a neat hairstyle, now disheveled. The fierce eyes and the determination in them as she snapped at her attacker. Always a fighter, his Mel, despite the many adversities.
Jayce's eyes flash blood-red and stay that way, a rich crimson color taking over their much warmer usual yellow shade. As a Legend, the color of his eyes reflects his emotions, but anger isn't one he indulges in often, just like he doesn't fight unless other options are exhausted. Not unless someone he cares about is in danger, and such is the case.
Now the gloves are off.
"EY!" Jayce's voice is like thunder following lightning. Loud and brutal and unrestrained. "Get AWAY from her!"
The hand on the hammer's grip tightens, and before Jayce realizes what he's doing, his wrist shifts, and his other hand is grabbing the lever that functions as a trigger. The hammers come to life with electricity and magic, humming as it charges up, and the head splits to transform into the Mercury canon. This time there are no doubts, but a laser-focused purpose in the way he fires a blast at the monster.
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2. In my Dreamland! Ya'll tempting me to try my hand at the Donger or Silco with all the Arcane.
note: hopeless attitude in effect
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geralt of rivia | witcher | myth
His sentimental mood reaches new depths when his robotic dogs run out of steam. He seems wholly unaware of how to fix them and so instead, he just picks one up and takes it with him on his search.
When he encounters someone with functioning dogs, he gets in their way enough to be an obtrusion to their journey and extends some crumpled flowers toward them.]
You can have them if you fix my dog.
ii. [Geralt is stubborn, and he fights the urge to melt into a blissful, relaxing seat despite the mushrooms urging him to do so. When he encounters others slumped in the snow, he feels slightly envious.
However, he feels validated when the strange, ugly beast steps out and rears its head. Geralt feels an intense surge of hopelessness, but he shakes it off as he loses patience with the Star Child he's been fusses over and he wrenches them out of the snow.]
We're going.
iii. [Back at camp, Geralt is sullen and keeps to himself. Mostly. He eyes the chipmunks, who seem abnormally confident. He supposes he may never get a chance to do this again, and he extends a curious hand toward one so he can brush his finger over their fur.
He makes a low, approving sound, unaware that he's being watched.]
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Ultimately she shook her head. ]
We already get paid for helping people here. [ With spoons. So she helped without taking the flowers. She moved a hand and a green mist swirled around her fingers and then moved towards the dog. Robots had metal which made it particularly easy for her to wind his up again with just a flick of her hand. It started moving and her lips quirked in a small smile. ]
There you go.
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Peggy Carter | MCU | familiar
[She's not exactly sure what made her say yes to following a strange talking Fox. Honestly, she thought it was a fever dream that was coming over her due to illness. The next thing she knew, she was a falling star and then she's somewhere she's never seen before. She takes a moment to get oriented in the shack, ignoring her current companion until she's absolutely sure that this is a real experience. However, the more she looks around, the more she absolutely wants to leave.
Carefully, Peggy steps outside to spot the dogsled and sighs.]
Surely not. This cannot be happening.
[She is not mushing across the snowly landscape like she's stuck in a Jack London story.]
Mushrooms
[The moment she stepped into Willow, she's reminded of some remote village in the North of England, especially with all the small cottages and the very homey feel. She's been given a flower crown that she takes. It doesn't help her feel comfortable, but it does appear to make the locals more willing to talk to her and let her look around the place.
She stops when she feels a pull over to the tiny ring of mushrooms. The stories of her grandmother ring in her mind. Rings of little white mushrooms with a sense of pulling towards equals fairies. Fairies equal being spirited away and never coming back.
However, she's not some young, naive child being told tales by her grandmother anymore and she refuses to fall prey to something that attempts to mess with her. She didn't let the Nazis, Hydra, or the American Army beat her down. She didn't let the little group of small-minded misogynistic assholes in the US government beat her down. She is not giving into the mushrooms. As such, when she sees someone about to fall victim to it, she grabs their arm and pulls away from the circle.]
Forgive me for being so forward, but I can't let you do that.
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[OOC: If you want something else with Peggy, let me know. I'm not sure what I'm doing and I'm open for a lot of things!]
The Time Is Near
With a casual shrug, he gets off the couch and joins Peggy outside near the sled, happy to see the outside. ] Look at the bright side, you missed avalanche season. It's practically spring by now. [ Tony thinks. He's assumed the seasons are going to work roughly the same as they always did back home, so he's been counting the days since he arrived, alongside a calendar he bought from a local shop for the price of hearing about the shopkeeper's kid's first snowstorm; spring should be a matter of weeks off.
There's something about this woman he can't quite place, though. Like an old photograph of a grandparent when they were young, she is a familiar stranger. The cogs are going in Tony's brain trying to figure it out. ]
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wildcard @ willow | randomly tossing this one at yah for funsies!
I haven't seen AoS so I'm as confused as Peggy!
Cain Knightley | Mahoyaku | Legend
He did not eat the magic mushrooms this time, but it turned out he didn't need to. Cain was far more used to being pulled into odd situations than he should be, so a fox inviting him here was no big deal.
But now he was seeing things he shouldn't be. There were ghostly figures and hands reaching out to him-they looked almost familiar and yet utterly foreign-but he knew they weren't there. There were no people around he'd touched, and yet it felt real enough as he was held in place.
Something was hunting him earlier; he'd struck it with a sword he'd found in the snow and now he was trapped. This would be a pathetic way to turn to stone, wouldn't it? He couldn't even use his magic-
But someone coming along would be able to pull him of his daze, at least. The mushroom creature was already injured and it wouldn't take much to defeat it entirely. However, the problem stemmed from Cain, not knowing where his savior came from or even exactly where he was, struck out with his sword.
No matter if this person dodged or not, he was going to feel incredibly guilty later.
Coast is Clear
It was later on that he could been seen going around camp, checking in on everyone that let him to make sure they were okay. It stung his pride a bit to have been one of the various threats out there, and if nothing else he was very good at ignoring himself for the sake of others.
He's trying to make small talk too. Or offer a handful of what looks-and smells like sugar. He made it himself, and its very good for healing minor aches and wounds. There might be a few awkward moments of him talking to thin air, going entirely off of sound cues, but it's fine. He'll laugh it off, anyway.
((oops gonna try this again...like last time, Cain has a curse from fighting the moon where he can't see anyone until he touches them. this resets roughly every day or so. If you have any questions, you're more than welcome to ask me!))
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Though Cain cannot see him, what he will see is what looks like a near solid gust of air that slams against the shoulder of the creature and knocks it flying. The sword, luckily, is dodged. We are not skewering any detectives today and Heizou likes his blood insie of his body, thank you sir.
"Whoa, watch where you're swinging that thing!"
It's as if the guy didn't even see him! Heizou steps back a little, waiting to see what the mushroom creature's next move will be. If it stays down, maybe they can get out of here without further violence.
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Suzi Q Joestar | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendency (Legend)
[It had to have been a dream, right? Something that her mind had made up from merely the stress of everything that had happened. A whirlwind of affairs that had left her getting used to a new routine, a new home, a new country. That was it, certainly, nothing more than that.
Except when she finally starts feeling her senses return to her, something feels... off. It's cold, for one, when it absolutely shouldn't be. There's also the folded wings of a turtle dove that are pressed against her back. Natural and yet feeling entirely awkward to her.
At least her outfit is somewhat better for the cold. Not this blistering kind of cold, but it's better than nothing. A soft huff escapes painted lips as she pushes herself to sit up, knees tucked to her chest and chin resting on top of them as she surveys the situation. A heater, a pitiful one at that, and... someone else? Okay, that's fine, she can handle this. At least she's not alone in this mess.]
I... think we need to leave. [Her voice is soft, trying her best to keep her calm despite everything going on around her. Suzi's not unused to strange situations, necessarily, but this is a new brand even she's not sure how to handle. Especially considering the need to leave is pushing her to stand instead and head outside, hoping that whoever ended up with her has enough sense to do the same.]
Roots in Dreamland Pt 1
[The forest is almost calming in a way, the sounds of nothing but nature, the smell of fresh Earth and the plants. It's a nice reprieve from being so used to the ocean, the beach, the city. It's enough to make her want to appreciate it for a little longer, a brow raising slowly as she notices the mushrooms in the ground.
While she, well, has training as a nurse, identifying mushrooms is ay out of her league. Other than she knows better than to touch them or intact with them in any way. It doesn't stop her from pushing her skirt down over her knees and sit on her knees to enjoy the sounds and scents around her.
Too bad that it's all her brain can focus on and the Earth seems particularly soft in this spot. Not that she's noticed in the slightest with her eyes closed and humming something to herself.]
Roots in Dreamland pt 2
[Luckily she had managed to be saved by someone, quick to take back to wandering the forest instead. Making certain to keep her distance from the mushrooms this time around and not stop to admire the scenery. At least not like that. The darkness doesn't even really bother her, not really thinking much of any sort of threat other than normal animals that might show up. She'll be fine, she's sure of it!
Until she's coming face-to-face with something tall and her eyes are widening and every hair standing on end at the sight of it. She should run, in the back of her mind she knows she should run, but where would she run to? And why should she bother? It's not like she knows where she is or if she can even outrun something that has that much height and probably step span over her.]
Oh... Maybe I made a mistake. [The understatement of the century.]
Coast is Clear
[It's a relief to be somewhere that actually seems to be safe. She's sitting as close to the bonfire as she can without being in potential danger distance of it, legs pulled to her chest and seeming a little worse for wear than she probably normally does. Hair that is normally pulled up into a bun of sorts at the bottom is loose and free, looking a little awkward against the wings folded to her back, not that she seems to particularly care. There's merely a bandage wrapped around her right hand and a few small band-aids on her face, but she's at least alive.
Shaken, but alive.]
This... this doesn't happen all the time, right? I don't know if my heart could handle it.
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[Feel free to send me a message here or over on
coast is clear
[ That's not very reassuring is it? Yet it's the best Tsubasa can offer - her life has been so full of battle in her own recent time frame that it's getting harder to properly judge what normal even is. ]
More importantly, there are likely to be safe population centers as well.
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Dohalim il Qaras || Tales of Arise || Legend
[Dohalim had always liked the turn of seasons, especially when entering into spring. it’s when the air itself smells the freshest, and the flora look their brightest and liveliest. it was something he didn’t appreciate much in Lenegis (as there was very few natural plant life to begin with), but something he’d come to appreciate in Menancia. he’d only experienced spring seven times in the realm, but every year seemed better than the last.
so, as visions and feelings of oncoming spring fade in and out of his mind, it settles on him like a warm blanket. the feeling of the sun against his skin, the slow drip drip of melting ice, the freshness of budding flowers–
–all comes to a screeching halt as Dohalim finally, truly wakes up. it’s suddenly so cold, save for the space heater, but even colder still is the feeling of something weighing down on him. it almost has him in a vice grip, making it a little hard to breathe. whatever it is settles in the pit of his stomach, stirring up unwanted emotions that he is, unfortunately, familiar with.
noticing the companion he’s with (and wondering just how the both of them arrived in this cabin), he offers a small nod before looking around the small space. there isn’t much here… humming to himself as he glances at the door, he looks back at the other person]
I think I’ll step outside for a moment. Would you care to join me?
II. Putting My Roots In Dreamland
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[the warmer climate is definitely a welcomed one (despite the snow still on the ground), but the forest itself is a bonus. here, Dohalim can find himself more at peace as he takes in the scenery, taking in a deep breath as the aroma of soil and greenery fill his senses. this… this is more like it.
the little white mushrooms are ones he’s never seen before, so of course he’s going to take a closer look. Dohalim thinks himself as well versed in what grows in his realm (it only makes sense to, as the
formerlord of Menancia), so to see something different than what he’s used to, the appeal of making a new discovery for himself does draw him in. spotting a nice little patch of the mushrooms under a tree, he sits himself down by them. so drawn in by their milky colour and glistening caps, the Renan doesn’t notice himself sinking into the ground. perhaps he’ll need a hand bringing him back out into the present…](b)
Careful–!
[a bit of an irony coming from the person who had to get pulled out from the ground after his senses came to and found himself half stuck in the ground. Dohalim does feel foolish for losing himself in the mushrooms (even at the worst of times when he’s so in his head, he’s vaguely aware of his surroundings), but the foolishness will have to wait to be reflected upon after he and his companion get rid of this… whatever this monster is. bo staff in hand, Dohalim also pushes away the thoughts and feelings that nip at the back of his mind, ever present but feeling tenfold at the sight of the creature. he can… sort of ignore it, for now; there are more pressing matters at hand at the moment.
at least, with his staff elongated, he can get a better reach for it without getting too close, as he deflected a hand trying to reach for the other person fighting alongside him]
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[don’t like what you see/have something different you want to play out? go for it!]
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Look at that.
[Not just because it's there, but because looking at it seems to make him feel so much better. He's getting used to the way that being here can manipulate his emotions but that doesn't mean he ever likes it, and finding a way to relieve the tension? He'll take it.]
Come on, Dohalim. [Hythlodaeus picks himself up out of the sled to crouch down by the little flower.] What do you think?
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Miyano Yoshikazu | Sasaki to Miyano
...oh, they're cute.
[It comes out softly, as soon as Miyano sees the robo-dogs, bright and shining and frolicking. His breath is coming out in puffs, and he's shivering all over, but he crouches down to greet the metallic dogs, smiling.] Hello! Nice to meet you. Are you going to take us somewhere warmer?
[The dogs, of course, don't answer. And they're very cold to the touch, being metal, but Miyano pulls his sleeves over his hands and pats them anyways. He notices a crocus nearby, poking out of the ground, and he reaches out to pluck it, almost without thinking.
Once it's in his hand, he feels -- warm. Nostalgic. Crouched down, twirling it between his cold fingers, Miyano says without thinking:] I think Senpai has dogs. Or at least one dog. At the bakery. I wish -- I'd gone there more times.
ii. in from the snow
[It's so cold. The entire sled ride, Miyano's been entirely focused on conserving warmth, wrapping his arms around himself, scrunched down into the coat he'd put on over his school uniform. It had been spring at home, nearly summer, but apparently whatever isekai he's in is stuck in the dead of winter. It's freezing, which is a great set-up for a "huddle together to keep warm" scenario...
...except this isn't a story, this is his life. At least, Miyano's pretty sure it's still his life. He's had some weird manga-inspired dreams before, but never quite this vivid. He's never actively felt his ears and nose getting frostbitten in one of those dreams. Unless that's the point?
Oh god, what if that's the point? What if the environment is working towards a "strip down and cuddle together for survival" set-up? What is he going to do? He doesn't even know the person next to him on the sled! But if he seems reluctant, they may think it's a reflection on them, and that'd be an awful impression on someone he's just met!
Turning, Miyano's mouth works faster than his mind (again) and he just blurts out:] I-If we have to cuddle to survive, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make!
[Fantastic. Nailed it. Amazing. Just let him crawl into a snowbank and expire from embarrassment, please.]
iii. coast is clear | cw: nsfw manga mention (no links, just description)
[Eventually Miyano makes it to the circle of tents and the bonfire. By that point, he's realized that one of the bags on the dogsled contains some items from home -- his scarf, which is helpful in the brisk air, and the contents of his book bag. He's the most relieved about this last part, because he'd just made a bookstore trip and gotten four (four!) new manga volumes and spent all his saved up money on them, and he hadn't even gotten a chance to look at them!
So he's hunkered down by the fire, raptly involved in his books. It's not a strange sight, a young man compelled by literature. Except for the actual...content of the books, visible in bright lettering along the spine and cover, and easily seen by anyone looking over Miyano's shoulder.
It's smut. It's just straight-up intense, NSFW, Rated-R gay smut manga. Four volumes of it. What's more, they're all some sort of extremely specific situation -- the one he's currently reading is entitled "Help! My Buff Space Commander Wants To Explore New Territories In My Bed!"
Miyano's expression doesn't flicker a bit, remaining calm and impassive, like he's reading the morning weather report. Occasionally he'll narrow his eyes or make a soft "hm" sound, but otherwise he doesn't react to the extremely explicit story he's reading.
At least he seems happy?]
iii of course
Naturally, he was heading for the bonfire to warm up. His walking becomes quieter and he winds up walking right up behind the guy hunched over some book. At first, he's more focused on how nice it felt to be around a roaring fire. He's just starting to warm up when he actually bothers to glance down at the dork with the book.
So what if he had a thing for brunette nerds who were always bent over some stupid book? He's half expecting it to be some notebook filled with stupid shit, but instead of something nerdy, it's the complete opposite. It's not like it's his first time seeing porn let alone manga like that, but he's never seen it being so casually looked at in public. He winds up sputtering, eyes narrowing, and then he's yelling:)
What the hell are you reading that in the open for?! (His yelling is impressive, okay, and he's definitely a bit red in the face. It would have been better if it was just male/female content then he wouldn't care less, but goddamn it!)
Are you some kinda pervert?!
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Dante | Devil May Cry Series | Legend
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Coast is Clear
So of course he wouldn't get to be alone. He smelled Dante before he heard him, and the scent of demon blood set his feathers on edge even before he recognized the more distinctive stench of the blood of Sparda's children beneath that. He quickly scrambled to his feet, tail swishing behind him and wings flaring to help his balance, as glowing eyes obscured by tinted glass settled on none other than the master he's been avoiding for years.
He didn't quite growl, but the huff of a sigh that escaped his lips was not one pleased to see Dante. Though the top half of his face was covered by his visor, the tilt of his head nonetheless managed to convey the idea that he was rolling his eyes.
"More like the mark of someone who wouldn't know finesse if it slid itself between his ribs."
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