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April 2023 Test Drive Meme

April 2023 TDM
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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.

[ Prompt OnePrompt Two]

worms.
Content Warnings: hallucinations, poison, giant worm

One minute you were a falling star, but as your body reforms you become aware of one important detail: it's friggin hot.

That's because you've landed in a desert! Yes, you have had the misfortune of landing in Cruel Summer, the hottest and arguably most dangerous part of Folkmore. Lucky you!

The first bit of good news is that you're pretty sure you can see a train station off in the distance, although it's extremely difficult to judge exactly how far off due to the flatness of the terrain. The second bit of good news is that you have awoken with either a canteen of water, or an umbrella to keep the sun off. The third bit of news - good or bad, depending - is that you've awoken near another Star Child. Whoever this is will have the opposite gift than what you received; if you have water, they have an umbrella, and if you have an umbrella they have water. Well, you know what they say: sharing is caring! Undeniably the water is a touch more important, so hopefully whoever has it isn't a colossal dick.

As you trek through the desert towards the distant structure, you will notice periodically the air off to either side of you will shimmer. You may dismiss it as merely the heat playing tricks, but if you choose to investigate you will find mundane weapons like swords, guns, shields, etc.

At some point as you walk, you will feel a tremor beneath your feet. It grows in intensity until suddenly the sand sprays everywhere as something bursts forth from the earth below!

Wavering above you is a blood red worm. It is large - end to end it runs about thirteen feet - and its segmented hide is tough enough that rocks bounce right off of it. You might have more luck with bullets or bladed edges, but it's still going to be a tough fight. It also boasts some impressive offensive tricks; its mouth is ringed with many rows of fangs, and itspits a thick yellow acid that will corrode your skin and your weapons if you're not careful. If that wasn't enough, during your fight you might here a sudden brrrrrrrrrapppp! as the creature farts lightning at you. Hilarious... until it knocks you to the ground.

You would do well to work as a team to take this monster down. You and your partner might have powers or skills that could come in handy, or maybe you're quick on the uptake when it comes to any new abilities afforded you by your new role!

If you defeat the worm in battle, a golden chest will appear. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds - these rewards are especially likely to be any weapons you owned back home.

But hey, maybe you're a lover, not a fighter. There's no judgement here in Folkmore. You can outrun the worm instead if you're both fast and clever - finding any terrain that is more rock than sand will give you a decided advantage.

Once you have either defeated or escaped the worm, you will find that you come upon a small group of tents. Under their shade are first aid supplies, and kiosks manned by fennec foxes offering water, food, and shaved ice. Nice!


so scarlet it was.
Content Warnings: emotional trauma, impalement

Giant death worms aren't the only danger in the desert, they're just the most obvious.

Even if you avoided the worms entirely, you still have to make it to one of the train stations in Cruel Summer. As you trek across the dunes you will gradually become aware that over the sound of wind and shifting sand you can hear someone singing. You feel an urge to follow the sound to its source.

This song could be anything - one that exists in your world or others, or just a melody spun in the air for the first time. Whatever it is, it is heart rending; tears may spring your eyes as you follow the sound, precious moisture falling to the thirsty desert ground.

The singing is coming from a cactus. It is taller than most humanoid creatures, tinted purple and pink at the tips, with abnormally long spines. Its song reminds you sharply of some deep loss from your past, and at the same time inspires a terrible compulsion to go to the cactus and sink against it.

And what a relief it is, to embrace that melody and feel the spines slide easily through your flesh to pierce your heart. You do not bleed. By some strange alchemy, your heartache drains from your body as liquid, filling the cactus and causing its flowers to bloom and its song to cease.

You could very well stay pinned there, dying a slow death of desiccation, but lucky for you Star Children are all over the place this time of the month and someone is bound to see that you need help.

Trying to pry someone off of the cactus is impossible. The key lies in the flowers - they must be removed. When they are, sweet liquid will spray from the place where it had grown, dousing the rescuing Star Child. With this impromptu shower comes psychic flashes of the painful memory that has trapped the victim.

Once all of the blooming flowers have been removed, the cactus will retract its spines and release its prisoner. There will be no physical wounds left from this encounter.

You will also discover nearby that there is now a golden chest. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds, although none of these items are weapons.


Thankfully, you should be able to reach either Oozlum or Obambo Station without further incident. At either of these you will be able to get some water and supplies, as well as get the hell out of Cruel Summer.

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Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | legend

[personal profile] heraldsdawn 2023-04-27 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[ When he dreamed, there was always the Fade. More vivid and shimmering now that the Mark was upon his hand. Though in his dreams, Sen had never had a fox appear before him. It's a curious thing but he doesn't even have that much time to think when it feels like it grabs and pulls at him. A moment of fear because was this a demon trying to take hold of him? He has no time to really process it when he finds himself falling, falling...and then crashing into the ground.

He blinks a few times into wakefulness as he pushes himself of the ground looking at the elf sized crater he just made; ]


Well...I've had worse landings. Remind me never to speak to spirit foxes in my dreams.

[ The heat finally registers with him as he looks around. The terrain was unfamiliar but definitely very reminiscent of how it felt to be in the Western Approach. The sight of what he could only guess was ruins were off in the distance. With a long sigh he just says; ]

Better get a move on, it's better than baking to death in this heat.

So Scarlet it was

[ The song was like something a demon would conjure, to slowly bring one's defenses down an lull them into becoming an unwitting victim. Sen had Trained his whole life with his Clan to resist the temptations of demons but whatever this was, felt more potent and powerful. He'd been drawn to it and now he was lying there in the shade of the cactus as it just pulled whatever life essence he might have.

The horrible memories come back to the surface of what happened at the Conclave and beyond. The people he failed to save at Haven, Corypheus proclaiming himself a god, having to lead an organization that called his own beliefs heretical. ]


Enough....Enough...I never wanted any of this...

[ Someone please help him and give him some of that purple stuff the flowers keep making. ]

Wildcard

[ ooc; have something else you want to do or want to discuss? Private message me or add me on plurk [profile] christhehost ]
Edited 2023-04-27 05:37 (UTC)

leo | fire candy | myth

[personal profile] liononfire 2023-04-27 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival
[ Leo is in the middle of the desert.

Look, he may be a lion, but the savannah is not a whole ass desert! After he looks around - where the fuck is he? - he realizes he has a canteen of water with him, which is perfect to survive. After the half-lion stands up, he takes off his black shirt and wraps it around his head as if he has a bandana - it keeps the hair off his face, it keeps the sweat away, and it will somewhat help him to cool off a bit since he is no longer being cooked alive by the dark clothing.

he will absolutely get sunburnt

That's when he spots someone else not too far from him. It's time to ask questions, so he comes closer, canteen in his hand, and waves ]


Yo. Do you know where we are?

[ sadly, Leo is a bit of an asshole, so he might take some convincing when it comes to sharing that water. Sorry you got stuck with him! ]



Worms: Being saved
[ He never asked for any of this.

When leo found a sword and a shield, he thought that was the coolest shit he had ever seen in his whole life. he felt like some knight from old movies, and immediately starts swinging the sword carelessly. Whoever is nearby, please make sure you aren't too close or someone might get hurt...

But when the massive worm comes out of nowhere and spits acid at him. With a loud scream, Leo quickly starts... well, running. As fast as possible. Which is faster than a human, at least.

but he might need some help here! ]



Worms: Myth transformation
[ Leo is still running from the giant gross worm, but at some stage, he has to face it. In his hands, he has a shield and a sword, but they are of absolutely no use because he never really used things like that before. He has no idea what to do with them.

Eventually, Leo stops and turns around. He is strong, maybe he can punch the worm?

He can't do anything against acid vomit, though!

The more he thinks, the closer the worm gets and eventually it's too close for him to avoid. he gives a quick and high jump to the side but suddenly he begins to transform: his body grows bigger and a mane grows around his neck and chest, fingernails become big claws and a massive scorpion tail grows behind him.

When he lands, suddenly Leo roars loudly - which is something he never did before! In fact, that causes him to pause before he looks at himself ]


Dude, what the fuck.



So scarlet it was
[ He has... so little to say about whatever is going on here. By chance (is it, really?), Leo finds the cactus and someone just

impaled on it.

Standing there.

While being pierced by cactus spikes. ]


What the fuck is even happening. Am I high? [ IS HE HIGH? This whole place is weird as hell and he has no idea what he is looking at ]
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TAKAKAGE KUROSAKI | HANDEAD ANTHEM | FAMILIAR

[personal profile] banshiii 2023-04-27 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
i. ) FUKUOKA BULL WORM
[ Takakage isn't exactly a fighter. Nor is he a lover of anyone else other than his precious Ko-sama.

So he's struggled here against the giant worm, managing little more than kicking it a bunch and not much else.

He manages to escape it, seated with his umbrella among the fennec foxes. He's been patched up along his temple and his left knee. He wears red bottoms, for fuck's sake, he's not really the fighting type.

One of the foxes seems to want to foist frozen treats off on him.
]

No. I don't need sweets. If anything, I need mentaiko to offer, and to pray for forgiveness from Ko-sama.

[ ... Right. ]


ii. ) SO SCARLET IT WAS
[ Ah.

This again.

This time, instead of the song leading to salvation and purpose and promise and life and half-death and everything he'd ever wanted, it leads to him sinking himself onto the sharp spines of the cactus.

Oh, everything about this screams Ko-sama, even if he's not present, even if this couldn't possibly be his doing. Nothing so cruel would be, but the fact that its a cactus makes him want to laugh. For the split second between the piercing of his flesh and the welling-up of memory, anyway.

He thinks of Ko, thinks of a new cactus he'd bought, thinks of Shino lancing his little finger on it. How Takakage patched up the little bead of blood, and how Atsuhide made some homemade ice cream for everyone that night to take the sting off for their youngest member.

He laughs breathlessly, pinned against the cactus.
]
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Iggy Koopa | Mario Brothers | familiar (still deciding between myth and familiar tbh)

[personal profile] bahahahaha 2023-04-27 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
1 - arrival.

[ One minute, he's celebrating the successful defeat of Fawful and his army with his siblings and Junior (and laughing his head off about getting shot out of a CANON of all things), the next, he's in a desert. He's still laughing though, oddly enough, because even after he realizes that he's not, in fact, in Kansas anymore, Toto, it's still hilarious to him. There isn't a whole lot that he takes real seriously, anyways.

It's hot, and he blinks after he finally stops laughing, staring down at what appears to be an umbrella in his hand. He glances over at the unfortunate soul whose landed not too far from him, and he shrugs. ]


Sssssooo... this sucks, I guess. Ahahaha!

[ It's... it's not funny, and yet, still, he laughs. ]

2 - worms.

[ After walking for a little while, even a ridiculous lizard creature like Iggy has to admit that yeah, it's actually getting a little warm, even for him. As someone who hails from a land of lava and ash, he's pretty used to hot terrain, but at least there's always access to water via the castle. Here? Not so much. He doesn't complain as he walks, though, opting instead to twirl his umbrella in his hand as if it's some sort of a toy.

That is, until the ground underneath him rumbles hard enough that he actually loses his footing and makes him fall flat on his backside. He laughs as he hits the ground, and that's when it happens -- the worm emerges not far from him. He's not scared, not really, how CAN he be when it's farting lighting? He only laughs harder, at least, until it turns to menacingly look at him. ]


...Oh, come on, man. I just got here-- HEY!

[ He barely manages to roll out of the way of some dangerous looking liquid that the stupid thing spews, and he quickly stands up. He's got two options here: fight or flight, and Iggy Koopa doesn't just run. It's just NOW that he realizes he's not alone, and so, he glances over at whomever might be closest. He doesn't particularly want to ask for help, but also, this thing is huge and even his magic alone isn't gonna be enough to take this thing down, so: ]

Hey! You! [ Yes, you! ] A little hand here? I dunno if we're like, actually hallucinating or whatever, but y'know. I think we need to do something about this thing! Unless you want it to worm its way into your heart... ahahahahaha!

3 - Tents!

[ After defeating the worm, he expected some sort of victory fanfare. Except there wasn't, at least there was a few gifts, but he's left feeling very underwhelmed. So he continues on until finally, FINALLY, an oasis in the desert. He approaches the tents and blinks at the foxes and others that have also arrived -- just when he thought this day couldn't get any weirder, here it is. Which is just fine by him; he, too, is an absolute weirdo.

He's got no beef with anyone here, so if engaged in conversation, he'll happily oblige. Information is still information, after all, formalities aside. He can be found browsing with some shaved ice, or lounging out in the sun despite the heat because, well. Look at him. He's pretty reptile like. ]


4 - wildcard.

[ Got anything else? Hit me! I'm down for anything! Or you can hit me up here [plurk.com profile] ukannotwin. ]
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Jean Kirstein | Attack on Titan | Familiar

[personal profile] rustedpride 2023-04-27 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[The fox had come to Jean when he walked away from the group he had been with. His feelings were in turmoil and he took the chance to leave it all behind. Deep down he knew the version of him that was left behind would continue to fight. So what was the harm in him getting out of it.

Being thrown into the middle of a desert was not what he expected. Then again, he hadn't had very many expectations of what would happen if he followed a fox so he couldn't complain one way or another.

He looks at the umbrella he arrived with (along with a spoon and some weird device) and then the scorching sun above, while shielding his eyes.]


I guess this is better than nothing...

[It could be worse, he could also have nothing at all to help with the heat. He looks around to see if there was anyone else nearby who just arrived.]


Worms

[While making his way towards what looked like important (the station), he came across one thing hidden in a golden box. A gun. And it looks like he would be needing it straight away thanks to the appearance of a big damn worm.

Still better than titans. Probably.

Jean dodges any acid thrown at him and fired some shots at it whenever he has a moment, looking and feeling rather angry at this turn of events.]


If the fox had mentioned I'd be tossed into another fucking fight I'd have taken longer to consider things.

[He's had enough of fighting for one lifetime.]


Tents

[Jean will most definitely be taking his time to rest under the shades of the tents. Now that he was away from the worm(s) and the sun he didn't feel like he was in a hurry to get to the train station just yet.

It's only then he realizes just how freaking exhausted he feels. And probably looks, too.]




[OOC: Feel free to PM me for plotting! He comes from around chapter 127 and if you'd rather not get spoilers or would want to make sure to avoid any nasty AoT topics, feel free to comment here.]
Edited (wrong chapter in the ooc comments) 2023-04-27 18:04 (UTC)
thornspawn: (Default)

So Scarlet

[personal profile] thornspawn 2023-04-27 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Marus lives near enough to know that people are coming in and odd cacti are growing, so he's been patrolling to ensure that no one's caught on them. Lavellan's the first one he spots; his hooves sink into the sand as he hustles over.

Lavellan, enjoy what to all accounts looks like a Lust fade demon in Templar armor appearing out of a mirage, an abnormally serious expression for such a creature marking his face.]


That looks painful. You're going to be alright.
heraldsdawn: (Solemn)

Oh poor boy this is gonna be bad

[personal profile] heraldsdawn 2023-04-27 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The plant was making him feel delirious, Sen had felt like sooner or later he may just die here. The Leader of the Inquisition, dead by cacti; now that would be a story for Varric to tell. It would almost make him laugh if it weren't so sad.

But, in his delirium, he hears a voice and when he looks up his eyes widen. A red templar maybe? Some unholy amalgamation of Corypheus' making? Either way when the other approaches, Lavellan lifts his hand and almost drunkenly so, launches a blast of lightning. It goes wide, not even getting where close to the man, but Sen yells;]


Stay back, Demon! I'm not a free ride out of the Fade!
thornspawn: (Confusion)

[personal profile] thornspawn 2023-04-27 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh... What's the fade?

[He is officially confused. It's clear in his voice and expression. He can take a little lightning, but he keeps back for now; instead, he fetches his waterskin from his bag.]

Are you thirsty?
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[personal profile] mushroom_heiress 2023-04-27 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You've got to be kidding me.

[A feminine voice lamented to herself as she continued to trudge around the desolate landscape. This was just like the deadly desert only this time she didn't even have a camel to lighten the load. There was one thing she did have though, a canteen. So at least she wasn't in danger of dehydration yet, but she knew if she didn't find an oasis or something soon- that water wasn't going to last.

The seal on the cap had better be tight too or she could lose some of those precious droplets to evaporation.
]

Of all the luck...

[Just when she thought it couldn't get worse, the ground began to shake. Emitting a sharp gasp, she leaned into a crouch to steady herself, getting tangled in the folds of her skirts. When the voice called out to her, she looked towards it's source her mood falling as if in the dip of a roller coaster when she saw who it was.]

Forget it, creep! You can handle this on your own. [Maybe it was a little unfair, and she might change her mind in a minute when it became obvious that this worm wasn't only going to focus on that koopa kid...] Besides, how do I know that this isn't some kind of underhanded scheme? [The kid could be in cahoots with the offending worm....]

[ooc:Look... I haven't finished canon review so.. um.. she doesn't recognize Iggy as Iggy, but he's clearly a koopa, ok.]
Edited (Derp) 2023-04-27 17:07 (UTC)
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emet-selch | final fantasy xiv | myth

[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
WORMS.
[ Emet-Selch doesn't enjoy hotter weather on the best of days, and appearing in the middle of the desert has him immediately annoyed, a twist of a scowl on his face and the appearance of a man who would much prefer to storm off in a rage than deal with anything with a sense of maturity.

The umbrella is ignored, considering how utterly ridiculous he would look using it, and he takes advantage of his limited need for food and water to ignore the demands of his body. He walks forward instead of thinking too hard, abandoning the umbrella and practically ignoring anyone who might wander around and spot him in his march.

The rumbling is what disquiets him, leaving Emet-Selch looking more annoyed than afraid, glaring down at the ground and taking a step back with an awkward shift of his body, lifting his hand as if preparing to... Snap his fingers? A terrible, fearsome foe indeed. ]


What an altogether waste of my time -

[ He doesn't seem like he intends to fight the worm, necessarily, but more than anything else... He is mad.

Eventually, once the worm fights are done with and he has managed to escape almost entirely unscathed, he marches his way over to the group of tents, ignoring the kiosks and sitting down, lifting a hand to rest over his eyes, clearly still in the midst of an endless frustration. ]
WILDCARD
[ Feel free to find Emet-Selch somewhere else, PM/DM me for something and I can write it for you or just throw something at me! We can figure it out, and I can only apologise for my lack of creativity today <3 ]
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worms.

[personal profile] likeyouknow 2023-04-27 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( Pahja has, for the most part, nearly given up thinking anyone else from home would show up. Hythlodaeus and G'raha are enough for her -- especially since G'raha seems intent on being the Crystal Exarch -- and so, in the middle of fighting the worm, the fact that she catches a glimpse of a man in finery with a white stripe in his dark hair is enough to make her stop dead in her tracks. It can't be.

The fight offers no chance to catch his attention, but she does notice he leaves without his loot, so Pahja sorts through it for something that could belong to him -- only coming across a large greatsword that looks familiar. That should do, she thinks, tucking the weapon she found for herself away.

So she arrives at the tents late, but not late enough to miss him. The wings and halo of Hydaelyn still present, she leans over his form to gently poke at a shoulder. It doesn't occur to her that he might not recognize her, that he might still see her as a stranger. That falls away over the fact that it's Emet-Selch.
)

Surely it wasn't that bad of a fight for a sorcerer of eld.
sundertale: (Soft smile 1)

Post-wormage

[personal profile] sundertale 2023-04-27 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can't help but smile, a tiny laugh escaping her mouth, at his face. Her own small horns are as white as her hair, and barely visible against it, but there they are.]

You look rather irritated. Did something happen? [Heavens only know, with Emet it could be anything. Perhaps the sun is too bright, the locals too loud. Perhaps it's more serious than that. She doesn't know when he's from, after all. She's seen... so much. It's nice to see him as himself again.

Regardless, she proffers a barely-touched waterskin, her smile betraying nothing.]
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[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The voice makes him start, turning his head to look at a friend long lost, and for a brief moment it seems as though the worm might well have robbed him of his voice entirely. After a moment, though, his face settles in a scowl, a touch embarrassed. ]

I should have assumed that they would not bring me here alone. [ The pressing feeling of his odd new fangs is sharp against the shape of his mouth, and he reaches up to touch them, as if he might make them disappear. ] Did you not see the creatures out there?

[ Blasted, irritated thing. He takes the waterskin but doesn't drink, not yet too concerned about feelings of thirst. ]
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[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The voice is familiar, of course it is, and Emet-Selch turns his head to look as soon as it begins to move closer. Pahja looks almost the same, but the wide shape of the wings behind her is a mixture of startling and irritating - is being the Warrior of Light not enough? Must she also be worshipped as some kind of faux God, misremembered by the people of time? If he was less focussed on trying to dodge a sand creature he might be more annoyed.

He shifts, taking a step back to give her space to settle beside him, ignoring the swell of fondness inside of her before he breathes out. Emet-Selch does not necessarily assume the sword is for him, but he reaches to take it all the same - if she has all these odd, new powers then it is likely she does not need the weapon in the way that he might.

She might well be happy enough and content, but he is clearly not quite as at ease as she has found herself. ]


An easy fight does not make for one that I wish to engage in. You should know that well enough.

[ He was supposed to be "retired", wasn't he? ]
modestpurpose: (131)

post-worms / adds another to the pile

[personal profile] modestpurpose 2023-04-27 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ahhh, it's hot...

Luckily for Hythlodaeus, he has an umbrella! A light purple, parasol-type affair that he's idly twirling against one shoulder as Emet-Selch makes his way towards the tents.

In this strange and new place he has long since abandoned the dark robes that were so commonplace in Amaurot and beyond. Instead, in this blistering desert, he's wearing pastel-blue leggings and black calf-high boots that are thankfully keeping the sand out, and a loose-fitting white shirt. There was previously another layer to the ensemble... but he simply couldn't keep it on.

He peeks out from underneath the umbrella as the other man approaches, giving a crooked grin to his furious expression.
]

Well, now. You look like you're in a good mood.

[Hythlodaeus, please.]
sundertale: (Soft smile 2)

Venat is post-her-role, for the record.

[personal profile] sundertale 2023-04-27 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[The briefest hesitation, in recognition of his.]

I did. A most interesting creation, if I do say so myself.

[This brings her back. It's almost like nothing has changed. She privately wishes it hadn't, for him. But that's not the case, is it? It's painful, but it's what she deserves...]
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[personal profile] likeyouknow 2023-04-27 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
( So he does recognize her, and for a moment her smile shines brighter as she settles beside him without question. The halo fades slightly, and she keeps one wing outstretched to offer them both shade. They're useful like that, Pahja has realized, and this way he might find them less offensive than she's certain he does.

She lets him take the sword without complaint -- it's no mage's staff, but Pahja rather likes the side she saw of him with it. A protector, that much has ever been true, even if it brought them at odds. Her tail curls around her, but her ears flick with joy as she laughs softly. Not at him, but the situation.
)

At least this time it's of no fault of mine. ( Just in case he thought to blame her for his reappearance in her life. ) I was content to leave you to your rest for at least a year or two before calling you back.

( Pahja can at least give him that. )
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[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The brightness of her smile catches him off guard, and Emet-Selch feels a little out of place, suddenly, as if he is entirely unworthy of her affection - it takes him a little moment to try and stop himself from being totally flustered by the sheer weight of her joy. She has always been strange, but this reaction is an stranger one indeed.

The sword feels fine enough in his hand, and he accepts it, lowering it as he glances out over at the desert, as if the worms might leap upon them at any moment. At least he looks a little less grumpy now. ]


I have seen nothing to prove that yet.

[ So he could blame her, if he wanted to. ]

So you are not to blame for this summoning?
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emet is post endwalker!

[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ An interesting creation. As if no change whatsoever had come between them, as if the centuries had not unfolded as they had. ]

Not one that I would enjoy seeing the making of, I think.

[ He's sour about having been attacked. ]
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LMAO

[personal profile] bahahahaha 2023-04-27 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, so barking orders at minions is a lot easier than yelling at random people. Except this person isn't entirely random... sort of. ]

Whoa! Hi, Princess! You're not supposed to be here-- [ Neither is he, but that's not the point. Something is way different about her, though... ]

Did you dye your hair? Also, you're so lucky that Lord Bowser isn't here right now--

[ The worm doesn't seem to discriminate, because it's rearing back and spewing acid at both of them right now. As far as he's concerned, he's on his own here-- and so is the princess. He doesn't have any personal beef with her, but she's not his ally, either.

...then again, if he lets anything happen to her, Bowser will absolutely skin him alive amd feed him to his beloved chain chomp.

So, he makes a split second decision. He reaches into his shell and retrieves his wand, rears back, and flings two spells fast enough that they counter the acid headed towards both of them... for now. ]


As much as I'd like to take credit, I just got here. Also, I'm not in the business of obliterating anyone except for your plumber friends, and they don't seem to be here!
Edited 2023-04-27 18:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Given that Emet-Selch had chosen to completely ignore his own umbrella... He looks at the one Hythlodaeus has with a tilt of his head and a just-there raise of his eyebrow, not quite judgement but the sentiment of of course. If there was to be anyone who would make use of such a ridiculous tool...

Looking at the outfit, Emet-Selch tries to imagine what had got him to this point, though he can hardly complain. He was most likely to be found in the finery of an emperor, and he can only guess what Hythlodaeus might say if he had arrived wearing those, especially in this kind of heat.

His expression tempers, a little, and he tries not to look quite as sour, gladdened as he is to see his friend once more. ]


Does now truly seem like the time, Hythlodaeus?
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[personal profile] modestpurpose 2023-04-27 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He would have had some things to say about that kind of finery, certainly!

Hythlodaeus chuckles and uncrosses his ankles, swinging his feet down from the chair he had them propped against before he pushes himself up to his feet and plants one hand against his hip.
]

If not now, when?

[He closes the distance between them and flicks the umbrella forwards just so to cast shade over them both, arching a brow as he looks over the other man with what some might call a faintly critical air.]

Have you been engaging in scuffles with the local wildlife, Emet-Selch?
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These two oldies sitting here pretending to not be old

[personal profile] sundertale 2023-04-27 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She admits to nothing, ok.]

I expect they breed. Though they do seem a tad nightmarish, now that I think about it.

[She wishes she could help his mood more, honestly, but she's not sure what to say. It's been so long since he was even willing to acknowledge her. Since she betrayed her planet, his god, and all the rest of the people who needed both. Her heart twists, but her smile barely falters.]
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sitting on their porch glaring at people

[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's watching her intently. ]

More than a tad. I do not think we would have made something quite so...

[ He waves his hand.

Truly, it is the heat and suddenly being dragged to a new realm once again that has left him frustrated, but her company certainly helps. Turning his head, he motions for her to sit. It's not as if he can blame her for what she did, considering his own actions after. ]
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[personal profile] apokroteo 2023-04-27 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At least his friend is here, he thinks, and looks well. Emet-Selch might not be able to say aloud quite how thankful he is, but he feels it, a stark sense of relief from seeing someone he cares about so deeply hale and whole before him.

Shaking his head, he looks around with a narrowed gaze, the sun heavy on his face. ]


Not by choice, as I am sure you can imagine. They were not a particularly difficult scuffle, but not one I would engage in if I was given any sort of option.

[ The shade is welcome, and he stops squinting at the sky quite as hard as he has been. ]

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