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TD006

Test Drive 006
Here is our Fifth Test Drive Meme! There are a lot of areas of the city to explore, so please have a look around! In case you need a little help getting started, I've included a few prompts below, or feel free to start your own! Exploration and player initiative are the names of the game here!
Arrival & General Information | Setting & Bestiary | Locales & Businesses | Residences & Housing Info | Rules & FAQ (ask questions here!)
I. Crash Into MeNot exactly, but close enough. You have just arrived and received a strange satchel from a tiny, strange little man and are left more or less to your own devices (more information on what to expect upon arrival can be found here)! Follow directions to the north and check out the housing, or maybe have a look around the Historium and try to get some information from that giant glowing ball, see what you can waste your meager starter coin on in the Market District, or maybe just meet the neighbors.II. What Goes Bump in the Night
It looks like Aterat proper has a spirit problem. Maybe you're seeing specters, hearing disembodied voices, your windows rattle when there's no breeze outside. Maybe there are cold spots in your place of business (or your apartment, which is so much worse). Either way, you're 100% convinced you're haunted. Hopefully, someone else believes you, or maybe you're used to feeling crazy.III. When the Carnival Came to Town?
Take a look at the prompts from our latest event and go to town (or the carnival).IV. Try the Network
The Tell-Phone allows for text, video, and audio transmissions to everyone else who has one. Give it a whirl!V. Wildcard
The above prompts are all options, and there's much more to the setting than what they provide. Do your best (or your worst)!
Shinjiro Aragaki | Persona 3 FES
III. When the Carnival Came to Town
IV. Try the Network
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Turns out there's always a surprise to be found somewhere.
There were several people she never expected to see again. It would be nice if she could claim there was only one, but recent events had made certain the list grew. The young man on a bench complaining about the free things he'd been given happened to be on that list. She blinked several times in a mixture of confusion and perhaps...joy. There were certain sparks of joy hidden behind her mostly emotionless façade, but that would not be noticeable to most people.
For a few moments she didn't approach, even though she knew he'd more than likely notice her eventually. There wasn't a crowd currently that she could blend in with and, even if there had been, her attire and bright hair stood out in a crowd. Mitsuru stood out in a crowd. She always had. It all came down to how she carried herself: proud, poised, and as if nothing in the world could possibly rattle her. If only they had seen her just a short time ago when everything had really fallen apart. They'd know the truth of it then.
After a few seconds she steeled herself to approach him. It shouldn't be possible. Not with what had happened. It just shouldn't be possible. Yet, none of this should be possible. Perhaps it's all just a dream. If so then what would the harm be in saying something?
"A welcome package our hosts graciously gifted to us upon our kidnapping. You might make them angry implying it's shit." Even though it certainly was.
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When the Carnival Came to Town
But it wasn’t as though he was immune to distraction, especially when there was food to be sampled. The man’s diet consisted of street food back in his world, not particularly healthy, but it wasn’t like Llewellyn tended to think about that when he was choosing his next meal. He jogged in the mornings, and he never really sat down for long. It was fine!
There was such a variety to choose from, though, that even he was having a hard time deciding what to try next. The man was compiling a mental list of what was the best that he could show Rhy the next time his husband had a day off, when he heard a rather interesting reaction to some food from a young man who’d just left behind the takoyaki stand behind. Llewellyn actually did know a little about food from Japan, but takoyaki was from a little after his time.
“Am… I correct in assuming that you mean they’re good?” Forgive the rather abrupt interruption, Shinjiro, the man sometimes forgot his manners. Especially in settings like this, where food was involved. Llewellyn was guessing ‘Shit’ meant good in this case, since his expression indicated it, but he had been wrong before. The dog at his heels, a young wrinkly thing, seemed just as curious about what the food was.
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Crash into Me
Plus, this world was weird, and he felt rather encouraged to help if people looked confused.
Shinjiro looked confused. Like… Super confused. Mono wasn’t sure why, but it was more than the usual confusion of suddenly being in a weird place. So… Shadow mode activated, and he pulled the brim of his newsboy hat low over his dark eyes and began following him around. At least he meant to as he crept around the bench Shinjiro had eventually sat down on. The question over the bag he was digging through made Mono straightened slightly. “That’s your key and money stuff they give you so you don’t gotta sleep in an alley and can buy food.”
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Betsy Braddock | Uncanny X-Force
III. Carnival Games
I. Crash Into Me
"I don't think he gives a shit, lady." He comment uttered around his cigarette as he tucked her satchel under his arm. "Don't shoot the messenger."
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"Not gonna lie, might wanna keep this if you wanna have access to your room. And it's got some money, and since people here might be a bit scandalized by the costume, could be useful to at least get pants."
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I. Crash Into Me
Weird things triggered nostalgia sometimes, so he hummed lightly as he watched the woman cast the bag away from her and started walking in the opposite direction. That was… Not a good idea, in Llewellyn’s opinion. Did she not realize that was where all the funds and the key to her apartment were? Then again, not everyone reacted to being dropped into this world particularly well. She might not be thinking rationally or something.
Being a nosey man, and one who tended towards helpful pestering, he wandered over and scooped up the bag, adding it to the same shoulder with his own satchel clumsily, and hurried after to follow. “Uh- Excuse me, miss?”
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Cole Cash | Wildstorm Comics
v. wildcard (the market district tavern)
iv. network
v. wildcard (the market district tavern)
Sure, his default when his journey began back in the last world had been discovering the deliciousness of Oreos, but that was only after he hadn’t found alcohol at the time.
He was currently between work and home, Rhy was working late, so he’d settled at the tavern to grab a bite and a drink until it was time to go walk his husband home. So it was hard to not raise a brow as someone sitting nearby seemed satisfied with their drink. A new face, at that. “If you think the drinks are good, you should try the food too.” He commented with a light hum. Was any of this his business? No, but Llewellyn didn’t always think about that before he spoke up. Mouth moved faster than his common sense, sometimes.
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Yusuke Kitagawa | Persona 5 Royal
I. Crash Into Me
“This an interesting shade…” A tall, willowy young man commented absentmindedly as Raimon made his escape from the many questions that had been thrown at him moments before he handed over the welcome-bag.
It was as though he’d wandered through the looking glass… Which, to be fair, wasn’t really that strange of an idea given the way his life had progressed of late. Still, this… Didn’t look right. It was far different from Tokyo even with just a vague glance, and it certainly wasn’t mementos… At first the teen thought perhaps he’d slipped into a palace- it had happened to him once before after all, but it didn’t have the right… energy.
There were people walking around, people of substance and life. Not shadows, not a representation of how a palace's ruler saw them… Just people going about their daily business. If it weren’t for the setting, one could easily believe there was nothing strange going on. There was, though, and it was puzzling…
But also beautiful, in a way. The aesthetic of this land was somewhere between a historic drama and a fantasy, like out of a video game he’d could imagine a friend of his playing. But it was intriguing, so much so that Yusuke wasn’t really paying attention to where he walked.
He was too caught up in picking out details and perhaps how he’d approach capturing it in a piece… Not smart, no, he should be paying more attention… Or freaking out… And maybe he would, at some point, but even then? The truth would always be stranger than fiction, and he had already accepted the idea of strange worlds other than his own that were beyond understanding.
II. What Goes Bump in the Night
The sun had long since fallen across the city, but Yusuke was out and about. His lodgings weren’t exactly satisfactory, even if he knew the experience among others would be valuable to someone who still had much to experience about the world around him. He knew that in many ways he’d been quite sheltered under Madarame’s care for so long… A weakness on his part for allowing it to go on for so long; it had left him with so little understanding and ultimately would be his downfall. It left him lacking in the understanding of the human heart, of what allowed it to bring forth beauty into the world…
But, the positives aside, it was still less than ideal. The orphanage wasn’t much different from a school dorm, but with the… added sorrow and a wide variety of ages and people who were without families. Not that Yusuke could say he didn’t fit, the young man supposed. He had no family. At least not blood relations, though he had come to think rather fondly of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. They cared about one another, asked how each was doing, bonded over the bad that they had been through… Was that not enough to be considered family? Probably not... Yusuke wasn’t sure, but he liked the thought of it.
And the sudden lack of contact was bothering him. His cell phone was little more than a paperweight and a reminder of those he couldn’t text. The tell-phone was a helpful too, to be sure, but it wasn’t going to get him in touch with any of those he wished he could talk to right now.
That all, of course, was why he was wandering in the evening. The city was both quiet and alive, even at this hour, it seemed. At first, the walk had been relaxing and contemplative, but it had rather quickly changed when he caught the glimpse of… someone? Something? Out of the corner of his eye. Turning and looking revealed nothing, though… Had he imagined it?
Or had they simply been fast enough to duck around a corner? Were they hiding? Was this… an ambush?
The teen felt some comfort in the knowledge that he could still feel Goemon’s presence inside… And even now, the kitsune mask easily slipped in place at the shift in his cognition, the knowledge that not everything was as it seemed and the possible need to hide (though he wished he had a weapon now). “Is someone there?” He spoke up, a little louder than if he were talking to himself. Still, his head tilted the other way quickly as he caught the sounds of a whisper and another shadow moving out of the corner of his eye. “I ask again, is someone there?” Nothing. Nothing but more whispers… “Why do you choose to cower in the shadows instead of approaching openly? Do you have something to hide, or are you simply planning on accosting a stranger for their meager coin in the night?”
III. When the Carnival Came to Town?
“What is that?” Came a voice from just over your shoulder, as Yusuke continued to have a very poor grasp of personal space once something had intrigued him. He didn’t mean to come off as so pushy, of course… But enough people found it rude and sometimes a bit stalker-ish since he tended to follow and approach with very little indication that he was behind you.
Which was the case this time, having been following since the prize was won and his curiosity piqued.
But the teen was focused on a prize that they’d seen you win. It was colourful and absolutely weird, but… “The design is rather intriguing, and the colour composition inspires.” He continued a moment later, tilting his head one way and then the other as though trying to view it from different angles.
Yusuke would back up when prompted, but for the moment his attention was on something else other than the person he’d approached.
(ooc: Bonus: you can make this prize as weird/strange as you like)
III
It hadn't been too difficult for her to win the game. Very few things were difficult for her after all. In the end she ended up walking out with a prize that left her feeling just a bit disappointed. That feeling of disappointment quickly gave way to an expression of confusion as Yusuke approached with his comments. She couldn't imagine anything about this thing being that intriguing to anyone. Yet, here was someone that seemed strangely curious about this...rainbow monstrosity.
"Your guess is as good as mine, I suppose." She had no idea what it was supposed to be. "A bear." Her eyebrows furrowed as she moved it's legs around. "No, it has hooves." At least she thought those were hooves. "It's nonsensical." It finally occured to her just how close he was and as her muscles tensed she pushed a strand of her bright red hair out of her face. Most of her life had been spent keeping people at arms length, sometimes quite literally. It still felt somewhat odd to have people approach her so casually. "Would you like it?"
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Haru Okumura | Persona 5 Royal
B. Crash Into Me
B!!!! AHHHHHH!!! :D
So it wasn’t hard to realize this was another new arrival, a little lost and probably in need of guidance or explanations.
What Yusuke didn’t recognize, unfortunately, was the young woman in question. It had never occurred to the teen that people might arrive from a later point in his own life, and that time could be such a tricky thing between worlds.
So, without much thought, he wandered over with the intent of offering aid. Following for a moment as he realized she was speaking to herself as she walked, and not wanting to interrupt her thoughts if she was… well… having a conversation with herself. It wasn’t an odd idea to Yusuke, after all. Spending a lot of time on his own meant occasionally doing as such to sort out his own thoughts. But once she fell silent again, he finally drew closer. Perhaps his appearance might seem a bit abrupt, given how quiet he’d been, but he spoke up now. “Excuse me, miss? I couldn’t help but notice your interaction with that Raimon fellow, and assume that you must be new given how quickly he ran off… Do you need any assistance?”
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Yuffie Kisaragi | FF7
She'd been given a place to sleep but staying in one place really wasn't her thing. Plus, it was incredibly boring and she needed a way to bleed the excess energy that vibrated through her limbs. Her steps were light and her attire primarily dark, allowing her to blend in as she jumped from roof to roof.
There were a few lights on in the town but it didn't look like anything interesting was going on. With a huff, Yuffie plopped down on the edge of a roof, kicking her heels against the building. She had given up all pretense of being quiet since absolutely nothing was going on.
"AGH! This is so BORING!" She shouted at nothing only to hear a soft mumbling whisper answer her.
Yuffie stopped and looked around the empty roof. "Uh? Hello?" She was sure that no one was up there. "Hey! Come out from wherever you're hiding!" She rose to her feet and confidently shouted at the darkness.
IV. TEXT Network
V. Wildcard
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He then heard someone yelling and for a few moments he blinked, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him or not. Sure enough, he saw it was Yuffie and sighed. This was one of her typical rants and pouts and he would just have to be patient enough to wait it out.
"I wasn't hiding Yuffie." he finally said, making sure his book was closed and the page had been bookmarked.
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Ren Amamiya | Persona 5 Royal
It could be argued a 16 year old boy didn't have any business wandering the streets at night in an unfamiliar time and place. Ren would counter, how else would you expect a new arrival to get his bearings in a new place if not to explore it? So what if he was also hoping to fun into a certain talking cat, or anyone else he found familiar? After spending over a year with Morgana and all the others, losing them so suddenly was a shock. Yes, he'd been leaving town anyway, and yes he'd said his goodbyes, but there was something so much more profoundly final to this transportation, as though he'd never seen them, or anything that was familiar again.
It was overdramatic, he could recognize that (he'd had a good instructor in dramatics recently) but it was a hard fear to shake when nothing around looked familiar. He'd been hoping to shake that feeling by getting oriented with the place, but as he passed an alley, this one linking two major streets in the market district, a sound caught his attention that gave him pause. Was... That a cat?
"Morgana?" His furtive call was wishful thinking, he could recognize that, but it was worth investigating, right? The rattle of glass down there in the darkness spurred him on. Surely it's just a cat, right, or at worst a harmless drunk?
network | video
[The feed initializes first on familiar surroundings to some, the Noble district, with its strange mix of manicured lawns and half-fallen buildings, and then the camera is panned over what looks to be the facade of a theater, set back across a park with a small semi-circle of worn and neglected cobblestones in front marking what was likely once a busy carriage park. The building is complete with a marquee, though it is weathered and lacks any sort of billing. ]
What a strange place to find a movie theater. [The voice is young but deep and masculine, and then Ren turns the camera on himself in selfie mode. It's difficult to see behind the shine on his lenses behind his unruly hair, but there's a slightly mischievous gleam to his eye for those familiar with the look.] Anyone up for an adventure?
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However, in this new life he didn't quite have at least a sword. Not a good thing for someone who was used to carrying one. The one he had was strapped to his back and wasn't half as imposing looking as the one he was used to. But it would work until he could get some funds together and get another.
He'd helped some lady earlier who had tripped over her own two feet and helped her collect her groceries that had fallen everywhere. For his kindness, she gave him coins and food. He'd protested the generosity even if he really needed the help, but she wouldn't allow him to refuse.
But as he was passing an alley way, his enhanced hearing heard footsteps and someone asking for 'Morgana' whoever that was. It was really dark and with his vision it was hard to make out at first to see who was coming. So he waited and flexed his gloved hand in case he needed his sword.
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"Wait!"
Zack had been here for little more than minutes, and already weird stuff was happening. This wasn't Midgar, it wasn't much of any place he recognized actually. Worse, there had been a guy that had given him a bag and then had run off. Which meant Zack was just... left alone. Standing there. With a bag.
"Wait," he sighed, sagging a little before shoving the bag into his pocket unopened, "what's going on here? Man, this is stranger than normal."
IV - Tell-Phone | Text
Okay, so are there fan clubs here? Or maybe people who are really aware on things that are going on? Always helps to use those two sorts of things to find out more of what a place or people are like.
Also seriously, are there chocobos here? Where can I rent one? Are there any other than yellows? If I wanna go off into the forest I'm TOTALLY going to need a green!
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He'd left the pup home because he didn't need to be out in this heat. And Angeal had done all he could to make a makeshift fan to keep it cooled. He'd even gone so far as to put ice cubes in the little guy's already cold water.
So he continued on and happened to come across the fountain. And he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Zack standing there. Angeal blinked more than a few times and shook his head to try and make sure he wasn't making this up.
"Zack?"
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Au with Somarium memories as discussed
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lyanna stark | a song of ice and fire
she better prepare herself for a great big hug
He greets one of the vendors on his way past when he feels someone tugging in his pocket. He turns to look and finds one of the horses pulling at the fabric. His face splits into a grin (Ned's grin, everyone thought, but in reality his mother's) and he reaches up to stroke the horse's muzzle. "Hello. You're looking for this, aren't you." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an apple, which he offers to the horse. The horse reaches out and grabs it, and soon the sound of the horse crunching the apple mixes with the sounds of the market.
he better prepare himself for being older than his mom hahaha
he's just glad he finally gets to have one
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01 MARKET
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Rhaegar Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire
[There's nothing else in the market for this gloomy young man to see but the pile of books for sale. Either used or new, he will take the time to analyze each one and read several pages. Several are set aside in a stack, ones he plans to buy and read in full. Anything about this world, anything about its history or even simply tales from this world, fantastical or otherwise. All of it receives the same reverence and respect.
He visits any stall or shop that offers instruments for music. Missing his silver harp, he's on the look out for a replacement. If there's something similar, he will test it, plucking out a sad tune, one of the many he'd written. Still, there's nothing that holds his interest for long or suits his needs.
The flowers as well give him pause. No blue roses that he's seen, but the red ones, they're fair enough. A very small reminder of one lost.
He may not seem it but he is approachable and willing to speak to whomever, even if his demeanor says otherwise.]
II. Wildcard
[I know it's annoying when there's one prompt but Rhaegar isn't too much about the network as a whole. If you want something specific let me know and I'll happily write it up. Or feel free to drop your own.]
/trips over own feet in mad dash to reply
What catches his attention the most is when the man enters the music store. Now that he has started music lessons of his own, he's been in the store a few times. In he goes now, leaving Ghost waiting outside. He chats with the owner, pretending to look over the instruments even though he's not ready to move on from his own yet, sending what he hopes are casual glances at the other man in the store. Finally he picks up one like what he has at home and strums a few bars of a song that he knows, one not Westerosi in origin but with plenty of beauty of its own.
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Red Blood Cell | Cells At Work
Red Blood Cell looked down at her hands. Having just been given a satchel and left on her own, Red Blood Cell could only stare. If there was a world around her, for those few moments, she didn't even know it was there. Was this like what happened before? When the new Red Blood Cells came? Had she been taken to somewhere new? Because this was nothing like the body she was used to. That much, at least, she could tell.
At last, she lifted her head. "Where am I supposed to take this satchel anyway?" she asked, staring at it for a bit more before looking around again. The satchel's contents didn't feel like oxygen or nutrients. And, now that she was really conscious of her surroundings, she found herself searching for familiarity and finding... nothing. No yelling T-cells, no normal cells, no neutrophils running around to find pathogens... But most tellingly, she was the only one she could see wearing red. Her eyes started to go wide.
"Wait," Red Blood Cell blurted to anyone in earshot. "Am I the only red blood cell here?! OH MY GOSH, is that why I'm here?! I need to find the lungs! I've got to get to the deliveries!" This body would die if she didn't get down to work! Red Blood Cell immediately took off running, satchel held in her arms, looking down each crossroad to try to figure out just where the lungs could be. She'd just barely gotten her home world figured out. Now to be in a new one... She'd be starting all over, but she had to do her job!
III: When the Carnival Came to Town
Though she wasn't sure what she'd do with the little reflective thing she'd been given, Red Blood Cell remained extremely curious. As she slipped it into her pocket, she took in what she could see. A carnival? What was that? It might be this place's version of the liver - a place to wind down after some hard work. That ride looked like the lift she'd been on not that long ago with her student when she'd first been made a senpai.
And was that a plush Cedar Pollen at that booth? White Blood Cell had said that it hadn't had to die. Maybe having one of those as a memory would be nice. But what was the thing people were doing to get those?
Full of confusion, she walked along the midway, looking closely at everything until a smell caught her and-- "GLUCOSE!" There was glucose!
Red Blood Cell immediately dashed over and was soon handed a slightly-flimsy stick with practically a cloud of glucose spun around it. Once she had that in hand, she didn't really even pay attention to her surroundings, just followed along with the crowd as she pinched off bite after bite. She was licking some of the glucose off of her glove when she realised she in some kind of display. It reminded her a little of being in the marrow, back when she was just an erythroblast.
"Now what is this," she murmured, looking around. This environment... She wasn't sure about this, but the crowd was moving through, and she was moving with it. While she didn't recognise these things, the whole place had a feel of being dangerous. Red Blood Cell pulled herself in a little tighter. Where was White Blood Cell when she needed him?
She finished her glucose, though, holding the flimsy stick as if it could protect her when she rounded a corner and came face to face with something large, green, blob-shaped, and all too familiar looming at her. Immediately she jumped back. "Pseudomonas! No, no, no, no, no...!" Here's hoping nobody's between her and the exit.
V: Wildcard
A Red Blood Cell suddenly appears...
I. Crash Into Me
Science? Did she say she was looking for...the lungs? Okay, this was way too interesting not to pursue, and he hoped all the months of training for running he'd done with a friend back home would pay off as he ran off after her. It wasn't long before he realized he was going to head her off if he was going to ask her any questions, and so he used his third sight, an ability that let his see hidden or hard to see locations, to find a short cut, a small cross street near where she was searching, and he came out ahead of her, breathing hard. The training had been worth it, but this girl was fast.
"Hey...take it easy for a moment. You just got here, right?"
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Fran | FFXII
II. Ghost
III. Wild
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And sees a woman there, not human clearly, who wasn't so short as humans were. That actually made Lauri-Ell smile a little. It's nice not to tower so severely over someone else. But mostly her eyes rove over the armor with wide eyes.
"Wow," she says, voice a touch awed. "Your armor is very lovely."
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Llord El-Melloi II ✩ Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files {Rail Zeppelin} Grace note ✩ OTA
This was not happening.
No, really, this wasn’t happening.
Or so wished the terribly tall, severe looking man staring at the world around him with annoyance (which was more to conceal the panic he felt). He was supposed to be on a train right now, solving a murder and getting back Iskandar’s-
… There was a flash of something in his expression, realization dawning on him rather heavily. He shouldn’t be standing upright now. In fact, he vaguely remembered losing consciousness after facing her… But there was, at least currently, no pain in his back that had been quite present before passing out. Only the uncomfortable feeling of his shirt sticking with dried blood to the patch of skin on his back that should have been quite ruined by the attack. If he were being honest with himself, which he’d prefer not to right now, he wouldn’t have been wrong to consider that he might have been dying.
But he was standing, feeling slightly disheveled and disorientated by his sudden change in surroundings, but otherwise completely fine. Something was thrust into his hands and a brief explanation imparted to him, one that was highly unsatisfying, even as it gave him a vague idea of what was going on. That didn’t mean he didn’t have questions, of course. The more details one had, the better. But… The shorter man was already hurrying off, causing a vein in the man’s head to twitch in annoyance. “Hey! Don’t walk away from me as though we’re done here!” He started, trying to follow with a rather haughty tone, only to lose sight of him in the crowd of locals.
If he were a more talented mage, perhaps he could have whipped up a quick tracking spell… But he wasn’t and so he was left holding a stupid bag with whatever constituted as a welcome package in this apparent world that ‘needed help to rebuild.’
It wasn’t that he didn’t care about that on some level, as much as he would complain or acted like he didn’t… But it was better to be seen that way, as far as mage society was concerned. He was already a weirdo by their standards, as much as he acted to present the proper image of a Lord of the Clock Tower. Even then, he had been pulled out of a rather desperate situation, and so his problems were a little higher on his priority list at the moment than the concerns of his abductors. Then there were his students to think about. Lady Gray and Caules were both among his more mature, level-headed pupils, but…
Frustrated and unsettled by the lack of control in his situation, a fist hit the brick wall next to him rather hard as a curse was uttered in a low tone.
This was, of course, followed by a rather higher pitched voice (seeming younger, and definitely whinier) in pain as he regretted losing his temper instantly, crumpling slightly and clutching his hand. He really needed to stop doing that…
II. What Goes Bump in the Night
He had taken one look at the apartments where everyone was designated to live and frowned so deeply that the wrinkles between his brows had grown only more severe. Sure, they were nice and inviting looking… But that really didn’t suit a mage. It wouldn’t be a good space to set up a workshop at all.
Mages were an odd lot, really. Even if he was a third-generation, third-rate failure, he had plenty to study and work on. Even in this place, he was going to need a space to work where the wrong person wouldn’t stumble onto something they shouldn’t, and with more privacy than the buildings probably afforded… He missed his flat in London already. The rickety old building, with enough cracks in the brickwork that made it look like it should be condemned.
Honestly, it probably should have been. One push to the right crumbling part of the building and it would probably fall down.
But it had A. been home, and B. looked so uninviting that no one would even consider moving into it unless they were fairly desperate. The rent had been cheap and the building quiet beyond his own angry ranting, either at his video games or the idiocy of a request posed to him.
To get back on point, the apartments wouldn’t do for a workshop and so he had left the building behind that evening in search of a location more suitable. At least, he noted, this wouldn’t be a challenging endeavor if most of the city he was seeing was anything to go by. A run-down, uninviting building would be easy to locate. It was just finding one that was in a convenient part of the city for him to set up in.
That said, he started to feel a certain unease as the odd whisper reached his ears. Something else was out in the evening, undoubtedly something he could not handle. His steps quickened lightly, clicking on cobblestone with purpose as he reached into his coat and pulled out a leather case of cigars. Drawing one with a slender finger and clipping the end with the cutter with a practiced movement before lighting it and taking a long drag from it and blowing out a haze of smoke…
III. When the Carnival Came to Town
The mirror had been unceremoniously shoved in his pocket after it had been handed to him. The instructions alone were a red flag as far as he was concerned, because if it wasn’t a real spelled object, then he’d eat his shoe. Sure, it sounded innocent enough… But he doubted it was the whole truth, and there were undoubtedly details missing from it to make its use seem more inviting. Not about to tempt fate on that front, he had tucked it away to study later. He’d unravel its secrets and make his judgement at that point.
Honestly, Lord El-Melloi II hadn’t even intended to attend this event. It wasn’t his scene; it was crowded and loud and he could already feel his stomach getting upset as he took in the sight of far too many people. He’d only stumbled on it by mistake and hadn’t had a chance to turn on his heel and leave before the mirror had been offered up.
Well… He could smell food, so grabbing something cheap to eat wouldn’t be a bad move before he did leave… Right?
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Regardless of her reasoning the result was the same: she spent a lot of time outside of her apartment. Sometimes she watched other people and sometimes she even interacted with them. Impressive, huh? She thought so. Tonight was a time she was going to choose to interact, curiosity stirred by the man with his cigar.
"You know, some people say that's bad for you."
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Remy leBeau | Marvel Comics
II. Network || Video
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"Hey! Come back here! I am not getting suckered into another shithole situation by another--" he was gone. Completely and utterly gone. Under her breath she muttered "Emp jr. Great. Just what I always wanted." Followed by a very deep sigh. It was always just a series of frying pans wasn't it? You got out of one only to be immediately thrown back into another. Her expression was a mixture of exhaustion and defeat as she spun around to try to get a better look at the fountain square. When she spotted the other man she gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Nice to see I'm not the only one that got the drop and run treatment."
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Shade Trepas ( Original )
The last thing Shade expects is to find himself somewhere that is nothing like his home. Then again… would anyone ever expect it? There’s so many questions on his mind that he can’t seem to find a single one to focus on. Shade just ends up not trying to ask anything.
Instead, he’ll find his way to the housing, brow furrowed. “Are you new here too?” he might ask if he comes across anyone there.
Later on, he might as well see what the market has to offer. He doubts he’ll find anything that he needs, though.
“Of course,” he sighs, still managing to feel disappointed even when expecting nothing.
B. What Goes Bump in the Night
Shade isn’t usually bothered by things related to the paranormal and after death. He’d grown up hand in hand with the idea of death and what comes after. But the strange occurrences are hard to ignore any longer and nothing he has with him is helping him communicate as he would normally with the other side. And so he looks for some help.
Does anyone know where I could find some ethically sourced bones here?
C. Wildcard
[ Hit me up with anything else that fits your fancy! ]
B - Texting of course
B) what sort of animal?
C) have you tried the meat market?
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<3 A. Crash Into Me
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Lennon Seong ( Original )
Lennon sighs as he moves around the market, feeling less than particularly enthused by anything he's finding so far. He also finds that he has no idea what he's going to do with himself now that he's stuck here it appears. He doesn't really get what the point of him being here is like what he's going to do to help?
In any case, he feels stressed already about how to make a living here. It doesn't seem like his gig at home comes with transferable skills here most likely.
He finally finds a place that's selling alcohol and despite his better judgement he buys a drink and glances around.
"So...what places are hiring around here, you know?" he questions the person closest to him. He might as well try to make some contacts if nothing else.
B. Network
Assuming there isn't much of a market for online sex work here.
What is there a market for?
C.Wildcard
[ Open to whatever else y'all might have in mind~ ]
B
Is that really what you did back in your own world?
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daeshim | original
[he's only ever known the ruinwood. but it's a noble enough mission that daeshim's been brought here for, with few rules and many things that pique his curiosity. there is already a little greenery here and there that wasn't there before, dae's first contributions to bringing life back to this world.
when he tires of that, he looks for someone who seems interesting...and follows them. watches them with his blank expression. maybe it's you who finds yourself with a short purple-haired fae all up in your business.
eventually he grows hungry, so he might also be found at a fruit stand in the marketplace, trying to barter for an apple with what appears to be a rock with a hole in it...]
How can you not know the value of a hag stone! It would be worth an entire barrel of apples where I am from!
iv. network
i'm going to live in the forest.
who wants to come with me?
v. wildcard
[you lead, i'll follow! will also match whatever format you prefer.]
i
He's someone she doesn't recognize, which doesn't always mean much, but it does mean she watches. Walking up eventually with a hand on her hip to drop a few coins in front of the merchant. He takes her coins, hands her a few apples, and then she offers one up to him.
Nobody needs to point out it could be considered a nice gesture on her part. ]
Does the stone actually have any magic in it? If so I'll take it. Not everyone can recognize potential when they see it.
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