TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 2

[avalonmods]

{ QUICK NAV } Premise ⚔️️ Rules ⚔️️ FAQ ⚔️️ Taken ⚔️️ Reserves ⚔️️ Apply ⚔️️ Locations ⚔️️ Bestiary A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival KERPLUNK, SPLASH! Regardless of what you were in the middle of, you and your familiar have been magically pulled into the world of Avalon just above the Bay's chilly waters. After a brief plunge into the Bay, the rush of water filling your ears and soaking up into every creak and crevice of your body, you may need to cough to clear your airways when you rise above the surface. It's paralyzingly cold for a few seconds before you're approached by the Lady of the Lake beneath the water's surface. She puts a vial of a vibrant, glowing red Everwarm* potion to your character's lips. The icy water doesn't feel so icy once consumed and you'll be able to move your limbs enough to swim to shore on your own. She can't stick around to explain, she's got to get this to all the new arrivals! Many of which you'll see plopping in around you. If you can't swim, a handful of helpful ice turtles will scoop you up from beneath and drop you off at the shore. When not helping people, the turtles are going around and hitting the ice that keeps forming on the surface with their shells to keep the surface open for the falling arrivals or pushing personal items to the beach near the new arrivals they smell like (belong to). If anyone tries to ask the Lady of the Lake for directions, she will direct you to Archimedes at the Rent-a-Ride. If anyone with Animal Magic asks the turtles, they will give the full spiel, but very slowly, and they like to get off topic and gossip about other turtles you've never heard of. The shores themselves are littered with new arrivals complaining their way up a staircase carved into the walls of the White Cliffs. There is no railing, so be careful, but if you do fall, be prepared for a mysterious sand hand to reach out of the side of the cliffs to catch you. The hand will pat you atop the head twice before retreating back into the wall. This is the Cliff Beast; despite the name, he is quite friendly. B ⦿ The Caravan to Camelot Once everyone is wrangled up to the top of the White Cliffs, the handsome owner of the Rent-a-Ride, Archimedes, will distribute smart phones, a pair of earbuds, and a winter cloak** to everyone before getting them settled in groups into modernized carriages pulled by horses and give them a basic explanation of why and how they've been brought to Avalon: The universe is frozen in time and your character has been brought here by a familiar that was able to bond with them. They'll have to learn magic to help save their own world from destruction, but first they've got to get them to Camelot. It is here that you have the first opportunity to decide who they will be in their new home. You'll have about an hour to wander around here, meet and greet, and pet the horses before it's time to go. These carriages use fae technology that combats weight, so your character will be able to get in regardless of whether they're light as a feather or weigh two tons. The carts have air conditioning when it's hot, heating when it's cold, and a mystical shield to protect from bugs. There is also a mini-bar that pops out of the console with nip bottles. Characters can use their smartphones to connect to Camelot's internet service, avalononline (AOL), to chat with other characters, watch dumb videos, learn about the world, contact Camelot Support (they'll answer any questions they can for you, from how to use a smart phone to where to find quests and resources to learn more about your magic). Be careful if you decide to use your phones while in the caravan-- if you don't use those earbuds and start forcing everyone to listen to your nonsense, Archimedes may make you walk. C ⦿ The Red Spring The journey from the White Cliffs to the City of Camelot is a long one, and the first evening you arrive you'll end up spending at the Red Spring, a booming resort town. Because of the volume of new arrivals and vacationers, inn rooms are assigned two-to-a-room. The rooms have two twin beds, a bathroom, a mini-fridge and microwave, and a TV equipped with a couple of entertaining video games and a few free movies. If you don't want to relax in the room, try taking a dip in the spring for another chance to meet your fellow travelers. The waters have restorative properties that help horses and travelers recover quickly when drunk. It is known to relieve stress, improve energy levels, and mildly accelerate healing. It may be a little chilly when you get out though, so make sure you don't slip rushing back indoors when you get out! The springs are also home to a large training grounds just outside town limits, where there are teachers who will teach basic magic safety and help you discover what kind of magic you have together with other new arrivals. Try target practice, obstacle courses, meditation circles, and other ways to try to figure out just what you can do... if you didn't already have an accidental discovery on the ride there. A ⦿ Trial and Icy Errors Winter has arrived in Avalon, and with it has come to a change in the weather. Puffs of breath precede sentences when outside, small fires fill braziers to allow people to stop and get warm for a moment between where they come from and where they are going. Snow has begun to fall; at first, it is the same, fluffy, white flakes many adventurers will have seen. However, as the day progresses, the snow begins to shimmer; it’s like a prismatic effect, a magical light catching against every little crystal and illuminating sparkling flakes, so vibrant it’s clear someone has enchanted the snow. Shortly after the change, there will be a text alert to all devices: Tired of the same old routine with your magic? Ready for a little something new? Come on out and have an old fashioned snowball fight with a magical twist. Be sure to practice your new powers and have fun! 😉 -Merlin Those who come outside to find the rainbow snow already being packed into neat balls by Camelot's citizens; go ahead and grab a basket full but remember, don’t just toss them. Let’s get magic with it! Different types of magic will have different effects on the enchanted snow: Use kinetic magic to toss three at once. Nevermind if they suddenly balloon inside and burst into a snow shower over your opponent, throw a couple more; some are bound to hit, right? Throw a little animal magic in there and morph a few into a bear or some other animal of your intent; sorry about his random dance attack, at least your opponent will be laughing too hard to throw a snowball at you. Try hiding them in a shield or cast an illusion with some light magic; better apologize when that goes sideways and the snow hardens, bursting into rainbow crystals at your opponent's feet. Team up with someone who has cognitive magic; they can telegraph you the plan without your opponents being any the wiser... except the snow seems to be picking up on it and sending those thoughts right to your opponent! Perhaps use this as an opportunity to learn control! Maybe you want to try using a little wind magic if you’re of the elemental class; watch out for the rainbow snow squall your perfectly lobbed snowballs will become. Healing magic is one you might not see coming-- enchanting a snowball with healing magic can result in positive mood enhancements. Give your enemies a blast of zen to lower their guard and make them an easy target! A dark magic user might think to add a little hex to their snowball; give themselves an edge... too bad, without practice, that hex might be a little too heavy and burst over the maker before it even leaves their hand! Hope you know how to fix it. Alchemists are welcome to change the shape of those snowballs. Maybe try and craft them into something a little more stealthy or projectile. Too bad that snow seems to want to turn into a batch of butterflies and be free... magic sure is tricky! But hey, they sure are pretty. In the end, it seems while adventurers will be able to get plenty of practice in, some of that practice is going to come from trying to stop the side effects of mixing their powers with the magic snow; welcome to your first lesson in control. If one is going to use magic in conjunction with already magically imbued things, they ought to know the right amount, seems Merlin wants you all to learn in a trial by snowball error. Those who practice their magic and participate in the snowball fight will be given hot chocolate, warm soup, fresh baked goods, or other treats to warm them up after their training is done. But don’t slack off! You’re like to find your hot chocolate spiced with pickle flavor, that warm treat suddenly turns to ice cream in your mouth. Avalonians want that practice to happen, and are willing to add some incentive... whether that means the carrot or the icicle. All throughout the City of Camelot is a buzz of excitement about the oncoming winter solstice on the 21st. Citizens will tell you of the winter solstice's importance in cleansing the flow of Avalon's magic each year and absorbing sunlight to increase its potency. In other words, the winter solstice generates a significant amount of magic if the proper ritual is followed, so the visitors from other worlds really should head on over to Albion's White Cliffs. A ⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs The first task that you'll experience during the ritual is asking the Cliff Beast's permission to enter the cliffs. Though they look wholly solid on the outside, these cliffs contain a veritable labyrinth of magical caves that weave in and out of the chalky cliffs. As there is danger within these walls, it is recommended no one go alone. The Cliff Beast will only open a door to the caves for parties of two or more who present him with a gift. The gift doesn't need to be something significant, just a show of courtesy-- a lovely rock or a seashell will do, placed at the base of the cliff. The only gifts he will outright reject are precious gems and metals. Honestly, they make him a little nauseous-- and you don't want to see a cliff beast nauseous. In fact, if you try it, the Cliff Beast will suddenly burst into a rockslide right near where the gem was left. Watch out! Once you gain entrance, you will find there is no light within the caves and the door seems to close behind you. Non-magical lights won't illuminate anything within these caves, so you will need to either navigate through the darkness or find a magical means to light your path. Be wary-- traveling in the dark will be a much safer journey if you can find your way through the caves and keep track of your companions. The reason there is no light are the bat-like creatures that eat energy like fire and electricity. With the magical light attracting them and nothing to consume, they'll be very aggressive and swarm anything emitting heat.. like an unsuspecting traveler. Make too much noise, and the Cliff Beast will spit you out back onto the sand and you'll have to start over. B ⦿ "For a greedy man, even his tomb is too small." Those who persist within the caves will eventually come upon a room whose ceiling glistens with bioluminiscent microbes that are too small for the bats to eat. These little glowing creatures create reflections in the room that show just what it contains-- glimmerings of precious gems, gold, and other treasure cover the walls and floor, save for a large flat stone altar in the center. There are many hand-crafted clay cups filled with what appears to be water. The side of the alter has a very simple message: "TAKE ONE CUP TO THE SPRING, LEAVE THE REST. SPILL NO DROP." Sure enough, this matches with the instructions you were given about the ritual: Take a cup of waters harvested by the Asrai, a fairy that lives within the walls of the cliffs that cultivates it every year to bring to the Red Springs for the Winter Solstice. There is no clear warning about what will happen if you take anything besides your one cup. However, characters who disobey this instruction and take any of the riches within the cave will initially experience severe symptoms such as magical blockage, an endless common cold, and food turning to ash in their mouth. They will experience dreams in which they are urged to return the treasure and a day later, advanced symptoms if it goes on for too long have been known to result in vomiting frogs and snakes, insomnia, speaking in tongues despite the translation spell, bleeding from the ears, and eventually death. C ⦿ Drink Up Those who listen and take the Asrai's cups to the Red Springs will notice while carrying the cups, all creatures and threats will leave you in peace. Neither rain nor snow will touch you, parting from your path in both the sky and on the ground. The effects will only last as long as you don't spill a single drop. The ritual can still be completed, but the protections only work if you don't spill-- otherwise you'll be fighting off weather, creatures, other people, and whatever else you encounter as the effects of a spilled cup will cause those around you to try to steal your cup without thought for your safety, even if they might not even think to do normally. Upon arriving at the Red Springs, a party of people there to guide those who have made the ritual's journey to a particular pool within the vicinity of the springs. Characters will be directed to take a sip, then pour the rest into the Spring alongside your peers, finally throwing the clay cup itself into the spring. Throughout the day, you will begin to feel strangely giddy, but it will pass. Nothing much will seem like it happens otherwise, but the guides assure you that you will understand on the night of the winter solstice when the ritual is complete and your body becomes a conduit to purify and rejuvenate Avalon's magic. For now, as thanks, the guides offer you one of the celebratory gifts they have to offer-- free drinks (this time of the age-appropriate alcoholic or sugary variety), a free night's stay at the Red Springs, a yule log, an escort, a Recipe: Snow Dance. (Effect: Snow Dance will cause small flurries to pick up where the spell is cast, resulting in decreased visibility. Only works if snow is already present, as it cannot generate elements.) The choice is yours. Pick one. MOD NOTES: • All test drive prompts are open to anyone in the game at any time to create your own logs with, but this post should have top-levels by potential new characters only. Current characters may reply to any threads, but should not top-level comment on this post. • If your application is accepted, you may accept TDM threads as game canon as long as both players consent. Characters may begin threading as soon as their journal is accepted to the communities. • If nothing here tickles your fancy, try one of this month's Quests for your TDM prompt. • The first "Arrival" prompts are present on every TDM, but may contain seasonal tweaks for flavor. All other prompts will change monthly. • Questions about this TDM's content? Comment here! If you have a question about the game at-large, please head over to the FAQ. *This Everwarm does not count toward your potion collection for those who wish to take up potion brewing. You must obtain Everwarm from the Elphame Trader's to count. **Jackets come in a variety of neutral colors, enchanted with a fit-adjustment spell that will adjust to your character's size.

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Iskandar | Fate/Zero | Prisma!AU

[conquester]

⦿ The Caravan to Camelot ⦿

[After his brisk swim through the icy waters of the Bay to find his personal belongings washed up along the shoreline, Iskandar quickly dressed in his pristine armor, Sword of Kupriotes sheathed yet at the ready. Following the path of the White Cliffs as per instruction the King of Conqueror's ascended the staircase before him until reaching the top with a satisfied sigh and took a look around his newfound surroundings. It was there he noted a large gathering of strangers both young and old alike, corralled in front of what looked to be carriages of the modern age. If not for his time spent in Prismatica this may have been more mystifying or perhaps bewildering but the ruler of all simply approached with caution until met by Archimedes, owner of the 'Rent-a-Ride'.

Iskandar was bestowed upon the smartphone and earbuds though rejected the winter cloak, his own being suitable enough to withstand the cold of Mount Taurus it would surely suffice here! It was then he finally received some much desired answers, learning of the purpose for his inception in this strange new world named 'Camelot'. This name was not unfamiliar to the King of Conqueror's though it did not seem to be one and the same as the home of his beloved Tristan.

When time finally came to board the carriages in question Iskandar climbed aboard with his fellow newcomers, slouching slightly in his seat due to his enormous size. A small fridge immediately caught his attention, opening the door to be greeted with a variety of assorted liquor bottles though tiny in nature. Eyes light up as he plucks a few from the mini-bar in question, grinning wide from ear to ear as he popped them open with a roar of laughter.]

Now this is a welcome befitting the one true king!

⦿ Trial and Icy Errors ⦿

[Having settled into the local populace that is Camelot, Iskandar took it upon himself to get better acquainted with his surroundings at large, venturing through the city limits getting his bearings. Snow fell from the skies as he walked the bustling streets, extending a hand out to catch a few stray flakes though something seemed...off. The snow in question seemed to sparkle almost as if it were magical in nature, tilting head lower to examine it closer.]

Such mystifying snow the likes of which I have never-

[Words cut short as a cold chill ran down his back, snowball colliding with the back of his head causing him to freeze up momentarily before standing up straight. Brows furrow with a mixture of rage and confusion, looking about the nearby area, turning on the heel of his boot to face the assailant in question.]

Who dares to assault the King of Conqueror's!?!? Reveal yourself or face my wraith!

⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs ⦿

[With the winter solstice in full swing the city as a whole seemed to burst forth with enthusiasm, adventure on the horizon for any and all who sought it, Iskandar surely up to the task at hand! He was informed by the local citizens to seek out the Cliff Beast, other travelers having bestowed upon it a 'gift' of sorts to allow them entry into an unknown cave.

Upon reaching Albion's White Cliffs, Iskandar found another trying to seek entry, approaching them slowly before raising his voice in greeting.]

It would appear I am not the only one with a thirst for adventure! Perhaps we should unite our efforts! What say you?!?

Trial and Icy Errors

[menphina]

[ The one who has tossed a snowball happens to be a rather radiant— and very excited looking Matriarch, her ears wiggling in delight as an enchantment of her animal magic causes the snowballs to take the shape of happy little ducks that race their way to Iskandar the moment he turns around.

He's instantly pelted with them but he does have enough time to dodge if he wishes, and she ends up grinning brightly as she bounces a snowball in her hand. ]

Now what makes you think I'd refuse the chance to tussle with the King of Conquerors, especially when he looks this handsome?

[ Despite the teasing to her tone, there's a soft fondness in her gaze. She never imagined she'd see him again, and yet... there he is. ]

The Radiant Matriarch isn't afraid of a challenge, you know.

[ Twelve, she hopes he's the same one she knows or this will be very awkward... ]

Leone Abbacchio ⏪ Jojo's Bizarre Adventure ⏪ cognitive

[teaserving]

⏪ i. caravan

[Considering the situation, Abbacchio finds himself taking everything oddly well.

Maybe it's because it's still distinctly less stressful or agonizing to confront than the last three days he's actually lived out. Though he isn't entirely thrilled to not be able to call upon his Stand, it isn't the worst situation he could be in either. If anything, the playing field might be more even this way.

Even if, evidently, his familiar is an adorable looking pixie with a lot of purple on her.

The caravan, thankfully, has plenty of little bottles for him to drink. So he won't have to endure this completely sober.]

Hey. [He's talking to his familiar, who is currently sitting on his shoulder.] Say "fuck."

[She tilts her head cutely. Fuck? she repeats back, confused.]

Ha. Nice. [He takes a drink from his bottle.]


⏪ ii. snowballs

[Although Abbacchio has zero intention of getting involved in a magic snow fight, he's not going to piss on anyone's parade about it. So instead, he's watching from a distance, having a drink from his mug full of hot cider.

Then suddenly, a snowball hits him in the face. His familiar squeaks out oh shit! and hides into his hair. Slowly, he turns his head, glaring in the direction where it came from.

So he looks directly at you.]

Watch your fucking aim, idiot.


⏪ iii. network | username: rinascita

currently interviewing for a roommate i won't immediately despise until i have my own room
so hopefully you pass my high standards
answer these questions:
1 what is your favorite color
2 what kind of music do you listen to
3 what kind of soap do you use. like what scent


⏪ iv. wildcard

[you know the drill, make your own prompt or let me know if you wanna do something specific]

ii

[uenosama]

[It was definitively not intentional.

Uenoyama is taking one step at a time backward, hoping the floating snowballs in front of him just lose their magic and drop on the ground. Sadly, three go straight for Uenoyama, one smacking him in the face, two go haywire to the left and right, and one flies again at the man several feet away. Better dodge because he can't control these things!
His familiar, a middle-aged woman with brown, braided hair tied in a bun, has her hands over her mouth- it's hard to tell whether she's amused or worried.]

I didn't do it on purpose! [He finally manages to yell after getting snow out of his mouth and smacking one of the snowballs mid-air.]

Levi Baskerville | Pandora Hearts

[impregnate]

Arrival C

[ Meeting ice turtles, Cliff Beasts, new technology, and all manners of different people and creatures was more excitement in a tiny amount of time than Levi expected to ever find in his entire life. Or what would have been his entire life, anyway.

Thankfully the ride to the resort town gives him some rest and some time to catch up (mostly learning about technology once he gets that smart phone to work). Now, don't call him an old man or anything, but by the time they arrive, he's ready to rest again. And so he makes his way to his designated room.

There's a roommate there! Or maybe you're just lingering nearby. Either way, he takes off the soft grey colored cloak he was given and hangs it up, exploring the new surroundings. Tvs...video games.... more things he's never seen before and never expected. ]

I don't know what any of these things are, so I may have to pass the time some other way. [ He glances at his new roommate, lifting a brow. ] Want to cuddle?

[ With eerie, sclera-less eyes and an even tone, it may be difficult to tell if he's serious.

Later on though (probably kicked out by his roomie, lbr), he's on his way to those springs and will happily respond to anyone else on their way. ]

Just promise you won't peek at me, I'm very shy.

Snow and Tell

[ For TDM purposes (and maybe permanently, who knows! Levi has been granted the abilities of an Alchemist. He's "old" and his body is (was??) falling apart, but he likes excitement. He likes watching people and seeing how they tick. So of course he's got to take part in the snowball fight!

He tosses some rounds of regular snowballs but eventually decides to experiment. Because experimenting is his favorite thing ever. And actually, when his snow crystals turn into a flurry of butterflies, he seems more fascinated by this than disappointed. ]

Look at them all! How marvelous.

[ He's plenty distracted though so it's a good time to take him out. ]

Winter is Coming A

[ The Cliff Beast wants a gift, is it? He has always felt he's been a good gift giver, so Levi takes off to find the perfect thing to give. He's mostly looking at shells along the shore. It's peaceful there and there's less technology to worry about. It does him good as well as the Beast. So it works out. ]

What do you think of this one?

[ He's especially prone to asking that to people who look a bit shy or troubled, or simply a cute lady, but anyone will do really. Once it's selected though, they're off into the caves!

Levi's eyesight is probably already quite poor as it is, so the darkness certainly doesn't do him any favors. He squints, pausing his steps as he nearly collides with a random rock formation jutting out rudely in his path. ]

If I had more to work with I'm sure I could make some light.

[ It can't be that hard, and alchemy isn't unheard of or unstudied in his world anyway. But he's not getting any answers from his groupmates. Perhaps because they're attracting bats? Levi seems to lack body heat though, and has largely been left alone. And left in the dark metaphorically as well. ]

What's the matter? Are you scared of the dark or something? We all return to darkness eventually.

[ He also doesn't know how to shut up. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me up with whatever! I am considering him or another PH character so we'll see how this goes lkalkef Feel free to hit me up at haurchefant @ plurk if you need to! ]

Snow and Tell

[arf]

[ Taichi's not smart, so he still hasn't figured out what his magic stle is. It'll take him a while, but he'll get there eventually, probably a little behind everyone else. But that doesn't stop him from trying and calling out nonsense attack names as he throws snow at people, hoping one of them sticks.

But he definitely stops mid-snow scoop to watch the butterflies go by in awe, then quickly perks up in an excited shout. ]

That's SO COOL! How did you do that?!

rosho tsutsujimori | hypmic

[glossophobia]

arrival )
[ Whatever happened to being deposited on a moon covered in crystal? That's a far better introduction to a new world than being dunked into freezing cold water. Rosho's lucky he keeps his glasses on a chain otherwise he doesn't think they would have stayed on as he fumbles his way through the water to try to stay afloat. At least these rather strange but friendly turtles help him make his way to shore, but he's still cold!

There's also something moving on his head. In a panic, he reaches up to swat it off, but the creature winds around a wrist and curls up tight. It looks to be something like some strange ferret. ]

Wh-what are you? Get off!

[ Rosho tries to shake the kuda-gitsune off but it refuses to budge. Understandable, considering the harrowing way it managed to avoid ending up in the water and so it's just a little bit stressed. Do not shake, only comfort your familiar, Rosho. ]

Off!!

[ Rosho lost that memo. ]

caravan )
[ So, the thing about Rosho is that he's a very reasonable, responsible adult, very intelligent. He's a math teacher and a very good one at that.

He also likes alcohol.

He also has a really bad tolerance to alcohol. Little bottles just means more to drink, but he will still get drunk just as fast. Hey, he got dunked into the damn ocean and he has no idea where he is when he's already gone through the "transported to another world" spiel already. He was supposed to go home, not to another world!

So good luck trying to get him not to empty out the mini-bar if you happen to be riding in the caravan with him. ]

inn )
[ The good news is that at some point during the caravan ride Rosho was banned from further use of the mini-bar. The bad news is that when you're at an inn with a hot spring, what else are you going to do other than... drink more?

Which leads to one of two things: you will probably find a red-faced man with fogged up glasses sitting idly in the hot spring who should probably step out of the water otherwise he will drown.

Or, you'll head on over to one of those available rooms to have a nice, peaceful rest, only to find an individual passed out on one of the beds, snoring loudly. ]

( ooc | Rosho is a CRAU from Prismatica! If you have any questions or would like to thread out something different then feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk at frosmoth! )

closed prompt for 🐦

[glossophobia]

[ The way light barely floods into the entrance to the cave is a telling enough sign that Rosho doesn't want to step in. Aren't they rather ill-prepared for a trip like this? But then, maybe there's someone else inside, or there's lanterns or torches (isn't that a bit medieval though??) further in. His partner for the trek in the caves, a rather large quiet man, steps forward, so Rosho can do nothing but rush along beside him.

The doors slam shut behind him. Rosho immediately startles, a hand darting out to try to find his companion's hand or arm or just something he can hold onto so he at least knows in what direction he's supposed to go in.

Isn't this usually the opposite way things should go, a person with glasses not being able to see a single thing? ]

W-wait, shouldn't we have gotten flashlights? Something to help so it's not so dark? I can't see anything!

[ There's only their mutual footsteps. And then, in the distance, a faint sort of squeaking sound, the flutter of wings. Rosho's blood runs cold. ]

I think I'd like to go back...

Princess Aurora || Sleeping Beauty

[beautyrest]

⦿ Caravan to Camelot ⦿

[Admittedly, a lake of freezing cold water could also wake up cursed to sleep ad much as True Love's First Kiss.

Though it was infinitely less pleasant.

Aurora's gown was still clinging to her, even under the layers of the cloak they had given her. She had put her crown away, not really sure what to do with it here. She knew the tales of King Arthur and Camelot, though her aunts tended to tell the tales that involved more magic than anything else. She was gently stroking the head of her owl companion, he had been able to avoid the water just fine and she wasn't quite sure how he had arrived in Avalon at all as she did not have him with her when she went to the castle.

So lost in her thoughts, Aurora didn't notice the door to her carriage open. But a soft nibble from her owl made her pull her thoughts away.

She offered a smile to the new occupant.]

Hello, please feel free to join us, we won't say no to company. [Her owl moved to sit up on her shoulder.] Are you thirsty, perhaps?

⦿ The Red Spring ⦿

[Aurora was sitting outside of the inn, a bit away from it and surrounded by trees. She had never been around so many people in her entire life.

It was a bit overwhelming. She had just pricked her finger on the spindle, and the next thing she knew, she was plummeting towards a lake and getting drenched to the bone.

And now she was here.

She had found a more secluded area, her owl asking her if she was alright.]

Yes... just...

[She let out a sigh. Whenever she felt so much of... anything, be it happiness, dismay, sadness, or uncertainty, song had always been there for her.

She began to sing, there were no words, just a way for her to get out all the uneasy and uncertainty she was currently going through. Her voice echoed out and around her, filling the air.

And yes, her owl companion was quite content to join in.

When she realized she had an audience, she stood up.]

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I was alone. I didn't mean to disturb you.

⦿ Wildcard ⦿
(If you would like to work out a different prompt please feel free to contact me at snickersnack and I will be happy to work something out with you!)

(i'm not apping but i have this account laying around, so......)

[malevolency]

[Plucked from one world and into another...there is a chaos there that a fairy such as her can appreciate, but a powerlessness that she simply can't stand. Never mind her last waking memory is of a sword being plunged through her heart, but the powers and magic here feel familiar-yet-foreign enough that it's disruptive, and everything about her and her limitless power has been stripped.

She feels so...mundane.

Diablo sits at her shoulder, her more familiar Familiar, while the one who's from this world is off to do her bidding.

It's a song that draws her attention from whatever it is she's doing in the forested area near in the spring, and she follows it, lurking in the shadows of the trees as a familiar maiden sings along with her animal companion.

Ah. It's Her. Alive and well. How awful.

When spotted she remains where she is, hand resting at the glowing head of her scepter.]

It is unwise for young maidens to be out in the woods alone. Your singing may attract undesirable attention.

[Diablo, meanwhile, adjusts himself at her shoulder, opening and closing his wings as he regains balance, staring at the owl.

Sakurada Miwako ✿ Paradise Kiss ✿ light magic + moon rabbit

[happyberry]

♥ 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕤
[ You may find yourself in a caravan with a petite, clearly enthusiastic, teenage girl, her pretty, fresh face all but pressed against the window of the carriage, wide brown eyes eagerly scanning the scene outside. For someone who'd not so long ago found herself flailing in an icy sea, she's looking rather bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She looked warm within the grey fur coat they'd provided her, which hid another acid-washed grey jean jacket beneath it; it also concealed a small, subtly shimmering white rabbit with pale, jade-like eyes, tucked nearly unseen against her chest. Clearly she's warm enough for its liking. She'd found a couple friendly strangers with elemental powers to help her dry off, found a mirror to re-do her soft pink hair into a rose-like bun, and regained some sense of aesthetic dignity, even in crisis.

That dignity was only so well-protected, though, because once the carriage begins moving, she's too wound up to keep staring out the window, and instead decides to wind down by helping herself to the mini-bar. She finds there's a few fruit-flavored vodka nips amongst the selection, and grabs one — two, no, three little bottles, plopping them into her lap. They disappear within the folds of the poofy petticoats of a ruffled black skirt and maroon tunic, her long skinny legs sticking out in cream-colored leggings speckled with black pompoms, a matching muffler around her neck still, crossing her ankles rather ladylike in contrast to the over-sized black combat boots she wore. Whether she's spirited away on an alien planet in the dead of winter or not, she is presenting herself the best she can; she can't be stomping all up in this magical world looking like a schlub, distressed and cold or not. But really, she's about to be neither, cuz a little sip of something does quite a bit to warm a girl up inside and out. She goes to open one of the vodka nips, but catches herself suddenly. Shouldn't be rude. She turns to whoever's sitting next to her, reaching once more to the mini-bar in the console between them to pull out a fourth bottle — that one's for you. The other three are hers. ]

Ah— Do you want one, too?

♥ 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕟
[ Maybe you're the lucky ducky who's found themselves sharing the room in the inn together. She's already claimed her bed, where there's a small white rabbit curled up asleep on her pillow at the head; but as for Miwako herself, she's clung to the video games pretty fast. She's found a simple rhythm game, some groovy dance music filling the room as she hits all the marks mostly on time with the notes. A natural. If you walk in while she's in the zone, you'll still be greeted with a bright smile — but then she scrambles her focus back to the game seconds later, not wanting the distraction to make her fail the current song. She does anyway, though, and huffs childishly at the controller as she sets it back down and stands to introduce herself proper, bowing a bit. ]

Boo, I lost... Sorry, sorry. Hi, hello! We're roommates, right? It's nice to meet you, my name is Sakurada Miwako. And yours~?

♥ 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘
[ The next morning after a restful night at the inn, much needed, she's in even more need of help with magic... She comes from a completely normal world. No magic. No powers. No spooky creatures. No heroes. No aliens. Well, not counting the famous hair stylist/makeup artist/professional genius Seiji-sama, but it's really just her theory that he's from the Glitter Planet, which in any case is obviously not... this planet. It would be better if so, she thinks. Glitter magic, what a thought~ She's kind of put out watching others practicing their magic in the training grounds, though, feeling still exceedingly normal. Nothing feels very different; in fact she quietly feels rather unexceptional — just like at home, if not even more so... She's pouting by herself off on the sidelines, huffing occasionally, resigned to observing the others after many failed attempts at what she's seen going on around her. Screaming "FIRE POWER, GO~!" didn't work the way she'd hoped it would. Her familiar has been no help, either; free from the crowds, a small white rabbit has been bounding about all morning, its fur softly glowing silver, crystal-like jade-colored eyes always seeking Miwako from across the training field, but it doesn't come to her. Just watches from afar. Is her rabbit even magic? Something doesn't seem fair... After too much ruminating on this, she turns frustrated to whoever's nearest. ]

Do you know what your special power is yet? I can't tell mine yet... What if I don't have one?

[ A sudden shocking realization hits, though, which she clearly takes very seriously as she lopes this poor stranger into her thought process. ]

...Oh, no! Do you think I could be cursed?!

♥ 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤
[ By this time, Miwako's at least figured out she has light magic. There's something. Does she know how to use it? Hell no. Her special powers at home were limited to rather talented sewing skills, some pretty decent playlists on her iPod (courtesy of her boyfriend in a punk band), and an impressive sense of time management in regards to scheduling hot rollers and curling irons into her morning routine. The closest she got to any kind of battle accomplishment was unlocking every one of Ulala's costumes in Space Channel 5 on her Sega Dreamcast. Any familiarity she had with magic powers was through maybe a one-shot magical girl doujinshi her mangaka mother may have published, but that's the sheer limit. A magical snowball fight is far outside her wheelhouse. But the rainbow iridescence of the snow is too alluring to be intimidated. She's in the thick of it with the rest of the travelers, but she's rather obviously struggling. Her snowballs at least seem to be glowing extra sparkly and rainbow-y, as if lit from within, but as for force... there's really none. Just particularly pretty snowballs. Her aim's shit, too. Womp-womp. Expect icy explosions of color hitting everywhere around you, except... you... ]

Magical Morning

[kiss_it_better]

[Chang Geng had done some practising much earlier in the morning when no one was around. The way he was practising healing magic on himself was, he knew, troubling for some.

So he did it when and where there were fewer people. Right now he was just observing and trying to take in as much information as possible.

He turned to the young lady who spoke and, oh. Her hair is pink. It felt like he should have found it strange but it's not stranger than their current situation. And even if he had found it strange Chang Geng had remarkable control over his reactions.

Even when she worries about being cursed he only continues to smile mildly.]

I'm sure you haven't been cursed.

[He says as someone who had been cursed since a young age. Not that, that helps him tell if anyone has been cursed but since it seems they hadn't been brought here to be cursed the only way she could have been cursed would be if someone else did it after they arrived...and given how short a time that was it seemed unlikely to have happened.]

What have you tried already?

[His voice like his smile is calm and gentle, a match for his looks which were handsome and stately...completely at odds with how he's dressed which could be best described as...shabby! Despite having the features of a young master from a period drama (with the long hair and all) the best thing you can say about his clothes are that they are clean and neat. Otherwise they look exactly like the clothes of someone who has been travelling for four years and only had four sets of clothes at any given time to change between.]

Hikaru Hitachiin | Ouran High School Host Club

[irritated]

A. Caravan
[Hikaru has gone to a weird world twice now and yet he isn't used to it at all. This time, rather than a sci-fi theme, this has some weird magical video game theme. The existence of alternate worlds and universes had been enough to shock the mostly normal teenage boy in Prisma but by now, he's mostly just annoyed. Can he stick to one magical world, please? His annoyance isn't helped at all by how close everybody is while he is sorely missing anybody familiar, especially his twin. Part of himself is terrified that maybe he's here alone, all alone and that makes him sensitive.

And unfortunate for everybody else, sensitive usually means bad for anybody having to deal with the emotional Hikaru. Maybe your character bumped him with his elbow, maybe they accidentally began to play something without the earbuds, but Hikaru doesn't care for reasoning.]

Can you stop being so annoying? It's bad enough we're all here but you being irritating with no sense of grace is starting to piss me off. [His anger may or may not be justified.]

B. Hot Springs
[Hikaru isn't unused to hot springs. They're extremely common in Japan but the problem is he's used to private hot springs. Not something that is shared with other people. Hikaru looks around at the spring, face twisted in disgust. Yes, public baths are common and they're definitely clean in Japan but this most definitely is not Japan. He doesn't trust it!]

Is this even hygienic? I'm not going to get warts, am I? [He says it loudly enough for your character to hear. It's not directed at anybody but it would be easy to take it personally.]

C. AOL
[Back in his previous world, he'd gotten to know the place better by scrolling through the network. It's a good way of figuring out the rules without having to actually talk to somebody and open up that you also do not know the rules. There's nothing worse than not being in any type of advantage!

But he does ask a question:] okay so has anybody else played a video game just like this one? i swear there's at least a dozen games with this exact same plot line. yawn.

[Mostly, he's just curious how people will react to this question.]

D. Winter Wonderland
[Usually Hikaru would be absolutely down to play in the snow if he had the right inspiration. The problem is that he doesn't and since this is not his first going-to-another-world rodeo, he knows he needs to figure out what the hell to do about money since apparently, it requires actual work to get some!

However, he's being given a basket, and he stares at it because he does not want it. He isn't in the mood to play at all and so the first character he comes in contact with, he passes the basket to them.]

Here. Not interested.

[He's got shit to do.]

E. Wildcard
[If you want to do something with Hikaru that isn't listed here, PM me!]

D

[arf]

[ Is this the famed "deja vu" feeling? Being handed something because a certain twin didn't want to deal with it. Though really, the misunderstanding the first time it happened never got cleared up, so Taichi's distracted-from-the-important-part response is a little. ]

Eh!? Hikaru, did someone try to force you into physical labor again?! [ Was fishing physical labor the first time..? ] If we run this time, I don't know where we'll end up!

[ He hasn't been here long enough not to get them completely lost if they have to book it!

At least he knows it's Hikaru this time. Kaoru isn't as grumpy and was playing earlier, so it has to be Hikaru this time. He's at least 50% sure. If not and it's Kaoru, Kaoru can call him stupid and it's not wrong. But he has a gut feeling there's no way this deja vu could happen with anyone else... ]

Takeshi Yamamoto | KHR |

[tsuyoi_ame]

Trial and Icy Errors:

Yamamoto has no idea really how to use magic, not the slightest clue. Luckily the makami with him seems more than willing to cooperate as the baseball player, in the beginning, is pitching snowballs with no magic. Nevermind, he has a great arm so most of those are likely to find their mark. He may prefer a batter's position but he is good at pitcher when his team needs him.

After a few rounds of normal snowballs his familiar comes up to him and the young man crouches down, head tilted as if listening to the creature. After a moment he chuckles and begins to imbue his snowball with magic, slowly it grows into a medium-sized bear, and Yamamoto stares at it in amazement. When he orders the bear forward, it shuffles a few inches, then burst into dance.

The swordsman stares at the snowball bear and doubles over in laughter, not the least bit bothered by the fact that his spell clearly did not work right.


Wild-Card:Very interested in the Solstice Ritual as well as Fogueria quest. If anyone would like to do those, I'd be glad to write a top-level for it. Feel free to have a normal snowball fight with him, laugh at his dancing bear, or wildcard him on one of the other options, open to anything here.

[theskyaccepts]

[Tsuna has mostly been trying to keep his head down when to comes to magic. Since his first real engagement with it resulted in a little too much flame. But when he sees it in others, he's often pretty curious.

So to see a dancing ice bear is pretty cool, but it's short lived as he recognizes the laughter. And it's enough to make him light up.]

Yamamoto? Is that you?

Eruca | Radiant Historia | light magic + sabertooth tiger

[radianceflux]

• the red spring

[ Given the way the last few hours in Vainqueur had gone— trip to the Imperial Ruins interrupted by a not yet dead Dias, then the fight against the monstrous form Heiss had taken, then gathering up her courage to perform the ritual of Flux... only to be dropped into a frigid lake in this world— Eruca decides that a dip in the springs is in order. She's been reassured that time has stopped back home, which means that she can now think of a way to save the continent without making the sacrifice the ritual demands. She can relax (hah— she hasn't relaxed since she was a child) and then, perhaps, her mind will come up with a way to save Vainqueur once and for all, or perhaps even just save her brother.

As princess of Granorg, she'd had access to private, luxurious hot springs, but she'd never been alone, always attended by guards and servants, so sharing the springs here doesn't faze her. She is one among many newcomers here, and her tiara affords her no special status. She has left it in her room along with her clothes, bringing only her inn-issued robe and the weight of duty with her.

Robe in a neat pile on a nearby rock, her sabertooth tiger companion guarding it, Eruca sits with the water up to her neck, sighing as the heat soothes her muscles and bones. So many battles fought, so many miles traveled, and still the ritual looms, a crueler fate than having to fight her uncle to the death. ]

No [ she tells herself. ] Relax, Eruca. They're counting on you, but they are safe for now.

[ A soft growl and the nudge of a cool, damp snoot draw her attention. Someone else is here. ]

Oh, forgive me. [ A soft, barely-there smile. ] It would seem the spring has relaxed my awareness of my surroundings. Please, feel free to join. My name is Eruca.



• trial and icy errors

[ It's a strange feeling, being a novice at a skill she had mastered in Vainqueur. Eruca casts what used to be a simple spell to make the snow glitter like fireflies when the snowball makes impact and bursts. She aims for a wall of snow built by one of the other newcomers, launching the snowball with all her strength.

It does burst, and it does sparkle, but the spell turned itself into a shield as the snowball arced through the air. The shimmering snowflakes have become shards of hard light, showering in all directions, including over the snow wall.

Gasping, Eruca runs around the wall to check on her... foes, she supposes. In this game, they are her foes. ]

Are you hurt? Apologies, the spell warped on its own.

[ Of course, in doing so, she has made herself an easy target for anyone nearby. ]



• drink up

[ It's as if Camelot would have her steel herself to her fate, to Stocke's fate. The ritual must be performed, and that is that. Eruca drinks from the clay cup and completes the ritual as instructed. For her performance, she chooses a free night at the Red Springs.

As she heads for the inn building, she stops to look at the sky. Snow falls in snowflakes as big as particles of dust. No— particles of sand.

Whether or not she sees you in her peripheral vision, she'll say, as she gazes at the falling snow with a mixture of fondness and sadness in her eyes— ]

It so rarely snows in Granorg. The desert is cold when night falls, but the desertification claims even the sky.

[ She would love to restore Granorg, and all of Vainqueur.

Her sabertooth tiger stands patiently by her, watching you with a steady, suspicious gaze. ]




• wildcard

[ bring it c: punnyinpink or pm or just throw something at me, all good! ]

Drink up

[helms]

[He strides to the inn, as well, caring not for the dusting of snow that falls from the sky in the same manner — it settles on his blond hair, on the plates of his deep purple armor, on the scales of the small dragon familiar of azure hue, having draped itself across Kain’s shoulders for a nap. It shimmers and melts into a glossy sheen, but his focus is ever steady and fixed forward, caring only for reaching the indoors.

But he gives pause when the woman he passes speaks, and for a moment he cannot be sure whether she speaks to him or to no one in particular — if he would be able to get away with saying nothing in return, or if a reply is expected, warranted.

His glance lays upon the sabertooth tiger nearby, and Kain frowns. Eventually, though, he speaks.]

Enjoy the novelty of snowfall while it is fresh. Experience this weather in excess, and it will soon lose all its wonder.

weiss schnee | rwby

[schmisse]

❄️ A: SOAKED
[ Weiss knows how to swim! Of course, she does. Although it's been quite some time since she actually did it! Normally, in a situation like this, she would try and cast her Glyphs to get her out of this mess, but it doesn't seem like it's possible. After a fit of panic and lots of struggling in the water, she manages to be brought to the shore by the helpful ice turtles. Truly very helpful, and Weiss can't help but find said turtles to be cute.

After telling the turtle who helped her out a quick thank you, she finds herself, well... lost. It's only now that she's not sinking that it's sinking in (ha ha!) that she's far removed from where she was previously, from what she'd been forced to get used to, and while other people seem to be in the same situation as her? She truly and utterly feels alone.

But Weiss has always been one not to panic in situations like this. Her chest begins to feel heavy when she realises that the people she's familiar with aren't anywhere nearby. First thing's first, though... her shrug, soaked with water, is heavy as hell and is weighing her down. So is her hair, tied up in a braid to the side and all, so she lets that down, too. ]

Oh, oh— b- b- bad idea, bad i- dea, Weiss... [ IT'S REALLY, REALLY COLD NOW. And she can't even use her Aura. Was it depleted entirely because she was sinking in the water? Damn, that must be it. If so, then she'd need the help of others. ]

It'ssocold. [ That's the first thing she blurts out to anyone she sees and makes eye contact with. ] I- I need your hand.

[ You know! For the warmth and all! Just ignore the glowing knight behind her who seems like it could hit its head on the door frame if it ever tried to enter a room. ]



❄️ B: RED SPRING
[ A little more armed with knowledge and a little reassurance that she's not alone, she finds herself at the training grounds to learn more about the magic she's now capable of. It's really not something she can wrap her head around—using magic and all, without a source for it like her own soul—but she's gotten the basic idea of using magic during her stay in Lunatia. It is only unfortunate that her ice powers are no longer with her... replaced by telekinesis which at first she had no control of.

(She did not meant to accidentally shove a man into a lamppost...)

With a deep breath, she empties her mind so she can concentrate on what it is that needs to be done. She at least has knowledge of magic and how to use it already. Surely, it can't be that hard! ]

Just like Glyphs! Except you don't use your Aura. So... not like Glyphs, at all. [ It's more said to herself to psyche herself up as she stands before an obstacle course. If she wants to move things, then she has to start with herself.

She starts running, mind focused on increasing her speed little by little. To anyone watching, she seems to be succeeding, because soon after, she just looks like a white blur as she jumps from one platform to the other, until she circles back to where she came from and... uh oh. How does she stop?

By crashing into someone, apparently! At least she's small! Getting hit by her shouldn't be that painful! ]

Ow...


❄️ C: DRINK UP
[ It's been a strange experience lately, and all Weiss wants to feel is a sense of normalcy. When told to drink from the cup, however, it does not give her that at all. Instead, she becomes giddy and bubbly, far from the Ice Queen that others perceive her to be. She doesn't seem to be in the midst of combusting because she's vibrating too hard, but she's a little more talkative than usual.

And in such a good mood. Oh, is she in a good mood. ]

So... just to be clear - people don't have to hug or kiss to make money here, right? It's never, ever happening, is that correct?

[ What an ice breaker. . . She just wants to be sure this is all real, even if it's been made a clear a little while ago. It's funny to think about - that making money the normal way is not normal for her anymore. ]


❄️ D: WILDCARD
[ Feel free to hit me up with your own starter, or send me a PP through pageantry. Weiss will also be taken from the end of V7, and with Prismatica CRAU, hence the last prompt! ]

B

[rustyhonesty]

[Jean was just minding his business and practicing talking to a bird when the bird suddenly leaves going "oh shit oh shit". Jean, confused, barely has time to turn to look what's going on when Weiss is already crashing into him.

It's enough of an impact to make him lose his balance for sure. At least the snow is soft and makes the fall a bit easier.]

Great... I've always wanted to practice being a shield.

Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII

[liveandforgive]

⦿ Prelude - Soaking in Your Arrival ⦿

[ Floating through an empty void... It's a familiar sensation. Whether that's a good or a bad thing, that was for Cloud to decide; it also depends on if this means he's alive or not. While the powers that be within this ever distant utopia healed any of his wounds, whatever prior battle he'd just emerged from still took a toll on him. While everything felt like an incoherent blur to him as he's dutifully whisked away by his familiar, he barely registers the sheer cold as his body unceremoniously splashes into the Bay waters. ]

...... .... ......

(Tired...)

[ As Cloud sinks, the light from the surface grows dimmer and dimmer. Perhaps out of sheer will, he opens his eyes, still not registering the fact that he can't breath yet as he sees a blurry image of someone approaching him. Wherever he is, and whoever is reaching for him... ]

(Aerith...?)

[ Long, auburn hair... He really has no idea where he is anymore. If this is Lunatia. If he's dreaming. If he's alive. If he's dead. Weakly, the blond extends a hand out towards the Lady of the Lake, only for her to place the Everwarm potion to his lips. Reactively, he swallows and feels a sudden rush of warmth fill his limbs. At the same time, he feels a force beneath his body as he's pushed back up towards the water's surface. The mysterious woman disappears (no doubt to aid other arrivals), and Cloud's vision blacks as he attempts to reach out for them in vain.

Swimming usually wouldn't be a problem. But still very tired and mentally exhausted, the ice turtles successfully bring the man ashore as he lies on his back. The potion keeps him warm as slowly...very slowly...he becomes more aware of himself again. Lying at his side, the turtles bring along an impressive sword that must have come with the man. At first, Cloud doesn't stir from where he lays. ]
..............

[ Well, until... ]

[ "Kweh~?" ]

[ Pecking at the spiky-haired man's forehead, an equally spiky-haired (er, feathered?) chick continuously bothers its bonded partner. The elementally inclined Chocobo Chick that was responsible for whisking Cloud to Avalon in the first place. Sure enough, after enough poking, hopping up and down on his chest, and making cute little chirping noises, the blond's eyes suddenly snap wide awake. Everything comes rushing back to him, but first things first?

He coughs, sputtering up what water he took in when he was unconscious. Sorry in advance to the familiar, as it shakes its head after getting some of the splashed water on it. His sight returns to him blinking hard as he scrunches, dry coughing a couple more times as his surroundings become more clear. ]

Where...am I?

[ Clearly not Lunatia anymore. ]

⦿ The Red Spring ⦿

[ Avalon... It's just like the legends. Only familiar with the legends and tales in passing, the fact that this was now the true last safe haven across the multiverse raised the stakes even higher than before. This wasn't about restoring one world anymore. It was about setting things right for everyone. It's still taking some time for it all to sink in; he doesn't even know if he's going to wake up back on that planet or in his own bed in Edge. But if this was happening, he may as well absorb his surroundings and take as much time as he needs.

Stubborn as the acerbic swordsman usually is, he's learned that sometimes discretion is the better part of valor. So the first thing he plans on doing upon arriving at the Inn? ...not sleep. No. He's far too restless for that. Too many thoughts running amok in his mind. People he left behind. Family he's missing. Loved ones... Cloud needs a distraction from the sense of loneliness that creeps up on him. What better than a dip in the refreshing springs?

You'll find him leaning against one of the rocky walls, with only his spiky-head above the surface, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath before huffing softly. Maybe it's a placebo effect, but he does feel a little less stressed now that he's had the time to clean up and rest. There'd be more time to think about his next step tomorrow. ]

Option A

... Mm?

[ Cloud hears somebody approaching, whether they're taking a dip into the springs or just walking by him, which causes him to tilt his head in their direction from his spot in the water. ]

Taking a dip?

Option B

[ Cloud's already out of the spring, dressed modestly in a pair of trunks when it dawns on him with a shudder. ]

Forgot a towel...

[ Smart. Pure genius right here. Well, there's no sense in staying out here for very long. Cloud hasn't been able to tap into his Aura to block out the cold since he got here. And there's only so much a former SOLDIER can endure when soaking wet in the middle of winter. Then again, it's not like it's a far walk to the change room either. On his way however, before he steps inside, he's momentarily distracted by the night sky as he looks up.

Long enough for him to bump into someone while he's walking. Apologies in advance if he knocked you over or made you stumble? ]

Sorry.

⦿ Trial and Icy Errors ⦿

[ It wasn't like Cloud was armed to the teeth with Materia prior to arriving in Avalon. Unbeknownst to the blond for now, he no longer has the ability to tap into his extraordinary powers. Limit Breaks? Gone. The makings of flight that he was learning from a friend? Gone. Even lifting and using his full Fusion Sword was more of a strain than before. Not impossible, but still something he'd need to adjust to until he could figure out a way to get his strength back.

But at least, thanks to his feathery little familiar, Cloud still carried an affinity for elemental magic. Simple enough, right? What better way to practice than with a grandiose snowball fight brought on by the denizens of Camelot. And he's a quick learner too! At first, he wasn't interested in actually partaking in some impromptu snowball fight. That is, until someone(s) decided to provoke him with prismatic snow exploding in his face. Okay. He tried doing things by himself.

Now everyone else was gonna hafta be on the receiving end of him "testing out" his magic. ]

Heads up.

[ A formality at best, considering that he's already thrown the snowball infused with a touch of wind magic. Should it hit, or right before it can make impact? It'll explode with a cloud of glistening rainbow light as your character gets powdered in enchanted snow. ]

⦿ Wildcard ⦿

[ Want a different prompt or something unique? Feel free to make something up! Hit me up via Clandon or PM if you want too. I ain't picky. ]

( OOC; As a side note, this version of Cloud is from the ending of Advent Children Complete, with CRAU from Prismatica! Hence references to things like the city of Lunatia or Aura (a power from the RWBY-verse that he obtained but no longer has.) )

Trial and icy errors!!

[greedyvixen]

[Rin would dodge after words like that but she's so surprised by recognizing the voice and seeing him, that she gets hit by it instead. Surely she looks so surprised just because of the snow effects! Of course! Why else would she look like that?

Cloud! Here?! No, Rin doesn't expect him to remember Lunatia so she tries to look like she doesn't recognize him... Not that it's working very well but hell, she is more used to losing people back home and in that city too and what are the odds of more people from there showing up anyway??? Maybe Rin shouldn't be like 99% sure that anyone appears here without memories from there, but--. If people actually remember that place then life is less disappointing that way?

So, anyway...

Huff! He really managed hit her with that snowball? This means war as if this competitive girl hasn't been here like she's challenging everyone to this snow war..]

You really shouldn't have done that. Stay still.

[... Who would stay still in some of the situations, where she has said that?? Too bad for Cloud but Rin has kinetic magic, so she is pointing a finger(gun) at him and she's about to throw three snow balls at once!! Maybe at least one of them will hit, who knows, she is still getting used to her new magic so none of them hitting their target is possible too.]

Akihiko Kaji | Given | Prisma CRAU

[rippingu]

C: The Red Spring:

Kaji on the outside seems to be taking everything in stride, that includes the miniature Encantado (pink dolphin) that claims to be his familiar. Knowing of the creature he has to smirk at it, seems whatever is going on here this place assigned him a partner who is a little too much like him, or at least the man he was and is trying not to be anymore, he runs his thumb over the ring on his finger. He stopped outside the Inn to have a cigarette, polite enough not to smoke indoors with his roommate in case they themselves do not smoke. He has not found Haruki yet but if worlds are ending and they are ending up on new ones, surely the other is here?

He hopes so because he needs him. Not that any of these inner thoughts show much behind the man. For a time he can found bundled in his coat, looking up at the sky, smoking a couple of cigarettes, even if it means he burns through his supply. Someone has to give him a moment, he is not ready to feel like he's joined some weird magic cult, so he is ignoring any supposed powers.

After he relaxes there for a while, maybe has a chat or two he decides to take a dip in the springs. The warmth should help now that the cold is seeping into him from his time standing outside. Once there the man strips and slides into the hot water, a sigh escaping his lips as his familiar takes a dip itself. The small pink dolphin splashing and slicing through the water, shimmering beneath the surface with the light magic it is supposed to help him learn.

Wildcard: Up for anything really; just late to the party so if you want something else hit me up with it and let's do it.

Why do u give me two tempting options...

[greedyvixen]

To say that Rin is surprised seeing more and more people from Prisma show up would be a huge understatement. She stares at him for a moment before she starts walking closer.

While Kaji is looking up at that sky, Rin sneaks as close as she can get before he'd notice her. Obviously she has no idea whether or not he knows her, she is NOT expecting that from anyone between all of these different worlds and all... But at the same time, she thinks he'd better still remember her. Although she could say the same to a few, but, she doesn't really trust her luck with anything including that.

She glances at the sky too, while leans her back on a wall and thinks of what to say after sneaking close like a cat...

"So tell me--" Hi, hello, bossy as always and once again with mix of a smirk and smile on her face. "Do you see anything interesting up there?"

sasara nurude 🎋 hypmic

[whosaysdajare]

caravan — rv there yet?
[ Sure, the seasons are rolling around to that time of year, but even Sasara'd call this sorta joke a little extreme. That is, when his teeth have stopped chattering and he's on that ride it's like himself to consider it humorous, interesting. There's one person he's lost sight of and the cloak isn't really his style, ya see, but his expression doesn't betray any of his worries. Only one thing: that
odd cat (although, it looks ordinary enough as it lays there) has stayed right on his tail! Conversation between it and Sasara just doesn't seem to flow; this fella's in a cat-atonic state.

These are the sorts 'a jokes he laughs at to himself, ya see! And he'll share them around with anyone willing or un- who got on the same ride, generously providing entertainment ... Will Archimedes make him walk because of that? ]

Ah, how about this one: why'd the old cat have trouble seeing? [ ( Heeh...! ) ] Because it had cat-aracts!

snow and tell — what's the difference between snow-men and snow-women?
[ His alignment reveals itself with the first snowball he throws, bursting from multiple into icy dust mid-air. Ah, it doesn't meet its target, but the falling snow is pretty at least.

Was he aiming at you? Lucky! Now all you have to figure out is who would have tossed a snowball right at your head.
Or are you the competitive sort, looking to win whatever's on the table for this fight, needing an ally? He may not look it, but Sasara has an ambitious streak. ]

drink up — on the rocks
[ Even if just a drop's lost? It certainly felt like he tripped on a small rock or caught another hiker's elbow. Whatever spills over the rim of the cup is immediately lost to the ground, soaked up. Faster than he can put his one hand up to the side of the vessel, the trail of a single bead runs over his fingers, wrapped around. ]

O-oi, careful! [ Whoever bumped into him first or the next person about to gets that warning. ]

wildcard / ooc
( Sasara is selective CRAU from Prismatica 🤗 PM me or hmu on nyaruhodo if you'd like to discuss about that! OR just wanna thread out something else😇 )

drink up- on the rocks. (I failed this TDM so bad but can't resist adding another of these >>)

[boutdatlife]

[Thing about being broke is, one goes along on quests and things they would rather not engage in. Like Winter Solstice rituals that have a person carrying a cup of magic water through a dark path and being bumped into by the person behind him, which makes a drop of his own cup almost spill as he quickly flicks a finger, catching the water and concentrating so hard he does not hear the voice immediately, it registers from behind the person who bumped him like a faint ringing. But until he has used his magic to save his water from spilling he is not going to recognize it. After a month here, he has a fair amount of control at least enough to manage one water droplet.]

Oi fucker, watch your shit! [He snaps, the person behind him stammering and sliding out of the way as they point to Sasara, clearly saying it was his fault.]

Tch, is this some kinda fuckin' joke? You tryin' to get me killed now, huh bastard?

kain highwind ( final fantasy iv )

[helms]

soaking in your arrival.

[It was not a graceful entry, plunged to the depths of a ceaselessly cold bay, the weight of his dragoon armor dragging him into the darkness until he was pulled forward by a retinue of bafflingly helpful turtles. It is not a particularly graceful exit, either, to find his bearings on the shore and standing to his full height, a man looking as though he is ready to go to war, dripping with water and disgruntled in demeanor.

He removes his helmet, fashioned in the shape of a dragon’s facade, from his head with a wet squelch. Long strands of blond hair, equally soaked, stick in tangled across his cheekbones, his forehead. He looks confused; more over, he looks displeased.

The cut of his gaze is sharp, and lands upon the nearest sight: a very familiar spear, washed up on shore, laying askew. And some thoughtless, oblivious soul who draws close to it in curiosity.]

Halt. [He moves in long strides towards this stranger.] That is not yours to wield.

the caravan to camelot.

[He keeps to himself on the ride over, never one for idle blather or attempts to form new acquaintances at the drop of a hat. And so, this means Kain busies himself with the smartphone in his hand, or a string of ear buds in the other, looking as equally suspicious of both.

The ear buds, they go into the shell of their ears, do they not? And one end connects to the device in his hand? The idea is simple, but the practice is foreign, and so he looks to others for guidance without actually taking the time to ask them.

So, if you’re someone who’s plugged into their phone, well. It’s more than likely you’re earning an assessing stare from your local dragoon nearby.]

the red spring.

You are the other assigned to this room, are you not?

[Comes Kain’s query on the heels of his entry, eyes landing squarely on his new roommate. He looks serious, like the sort of man who sees no need in hiding his assessment.]

Do you intend to stay in here or will you be exploring the town?

[Hi, hello, nice to meet you.]

wildcard.

(( ooc; I’m open to just about anything! Surprise me. ))

The Red Spring

[toothaches]

Uh--! Oh, yeah...

<sub>[Kain's new roomie is paused in the middle of what seems to be the process of checking under the beds for...something. Maurice's familiar stands to the side--an entire unicorn. While not big as some horses, she is still A Lot to see in a hotel room. She bobs her head in greeting.]

[Maurice quickly stands up and offers Kain a hand. He has to remember they're all together in this weird situation. Still, it's hard not to feel shy.]</sub>

I was thinkin' about looking around. Do you...need to take a nap?

Chang Geng/Li Min | Sha Po Lang ((CW: self-harm in prompt 3)

[kiss_it_better]

i: The Cold is Bad For Your Health

[The cold is a shock so sudden he almost forgot to breathe for a second...but that might have been better because when he did take a breath he sucked in water.

When he surfaced he was coughing and instinctively grabbed at the first person near him. He's pretty tall so he's not exactly light, and his grip is pretty strong before he loosens it to something more reasonable.

Surprisingly, despite the way he arrived he seemed pretty calm.]

Ah. This is unexpected.

[Understatement of the century.]


ii: Earbuds Hadn't Been Invented In Steampunk China

[He was still feeling a little lost emotionally even if he understood everything logically. So he looked for a distraction. In this case, this new technology he'd been given.

It truly was fascinating. As he played around with it in the caravan a pixiu with a dragon's head and a lion's body with wings to match her mostly grey-white body and two antlers on her head was laying her head on his lap.

Then he accidentally opened a video and nearly jumped when sound came out of the phone suddenly. He quickly tried to make it stop but well...he may be the competent and learned Yan Bei Wang but earbuds and phones don't exist where he's from. Help?]


iii: Healer In-Training (( CW: self-harm! ))

[He had been a little stunned to learn that he had healing magic. Given his cursed nature he thought...

But his gaze had slid to the pixiu that was his familiar and he thought, if his magic was tied to an auspicious creature then perhaps that is why he had such magic.

It didn't take him long to attempt to practise and that's reasonable enough, right?

Except he's sitting in the training area with a small knife and one sleeve rolled up and trying to cut into the back of his arm, where there are fewer arteries and won't be any trouble if he couldn't heal it. His pixiu makes a sound of distress or disapproval. It's hard to tell without more familiarity.

Either way, if no one tries to stop him he'll cut deeply enough into his arm to make it bleed. Then attempt to heal it.

There's indication that this hasn't been the first time he cut it based on the blood on the cloth he'd been using to clean the knife. Anyone who's been watching might have noticed that he's been making increasingly deep cuts to see how deep he can cut before he can't heal it properly.]


iv: Carving a Gift

[They mentioned a small gift would be required but not exactly what counted as good enough to be a courtesy.

In the end he picks up a palm sized stone and started to carve gear patterns onto it. He sits somewhere out of the way to work on the stone with slow, careful strokes. Sitting at his side is his familiar who looks interested in what he's doing but gives everyone who comes near them the stink eye.

Interrupt him and he'll pause and look up with a mild smile, calm and not at all bothered to be interrupted and invite more conversation.

Or, if when he finishes the last stroke he may look up with that same smile and stand up.]

Ah, would you mind accompanying me to complete the ritual? I already have a gift prepared.

iv

[radianceflux]

[ Eruca's sabertooth tiger approaches him as if it were stalking prey. Eruca, for her part, is drawn to him for the obvious skill with which he's carving. The patterns remind her of Alistel's thaumatech, and so her mind drifts briefly back to Stocke and the others.

When he looks up, Eruca doesn't smile right away. ]

Ah, forgive me, I didn't mean to interrupt. I was only admiring your work. It's exquisite.

Haruki Nakayama | Given | Prisma CRAU

[baristabassist]

[I. The Caravan to Camelot]

[Haruki thought once he left the other strange would he was in, he would be able to go home. It looked like that wasn't the case. The good thing was he didn't have strange ears and a tail anymore. The bad thing was he ended up drenched the minute he entered. At least, he was able to dry off and received an explanation of this new place. He never imagined that the lady of the lake would be real, but he did meet her. Now Haruki was in a carriage with others on his way to his new home with a smartphone, earbuds, a winter cloak, and a familiar. Haruki looked over at the orange and white cat that sat in his lap. Well, at least it wasn't too bad. He hoped the boys were okay...he hoped Aki was okay...

Haruki reached up to mess with a lock of hair when he remembered he got it cut after his wedding. Well, he can mess with his new phone instead. Or he could get a drink from the mini bar, which sounded like a better idea. Haruki grabbed a green bottle, opened it, and took a generous drink from it.]

This is a really interesting day isn't it?

[The drink eased his usual shyness.]

[II. The Red Spring]

[Once the carriage stopped Haruki got out with his new familiar and walked inside the inn. It was a beautiful place, like something out of a movie or a comic. The inn room was just as nice with twin beds, a working tv, and a bathroom. Haruki didn't stay in his room for long, he wanted to go out and explore the new area for a bit. He stepped outside the inn and walked around. Haruki looked down at his new companion.]

Hmm, we should find a name for you soon, shouldn't we? Oh, first let's find you some food.

[Haruki looked down at his smartphone if it would bring up any places when he bumped into someone.]

Oh! Sorry about that! I was looking for the nearest place that sells cat food.

[Haruki gestured down to his cat familiar by his feet. He hoped someone could find some food for him.]

[C. Wildcard]

[If there's anything you want to do with Haruki hit me up on PM or on plurk: sunnycrow]

I

[unhappy]

"Interesting" is one word for it.

[ Emerald's eyes lowered. She's obviously annoyed with this whole situation. Annoyed is probably an understatement, but honestly, she doesn't know what else to be but scared, and there's no one here she feels comfortable being scared around. So she settles on mildly cranky between attempts to be friendly-ish. ]

byleth eisner | fire emblem: three houses

[hegemonwings]

the caravan to camelot

[ well, today has been full of surprises. byleth leans on a length of driftwood that had looked suitable for a makeshift walking stick—her injuries may have been dealt with, but she still finds herself feeling utterly exhausted, and much weaker than she’s used to.

she looks over the smartphone with a faintly perplexed expression, a black eagle perched on her gauntlet. she... definitely has no idea what she’s looking at. someone has at least explained how to use the earbuds, even if a lot of the whys and hows still escape her. a black winter cloak is on over her clothing and two swords hang at her waist: one a finely crafted thing of silver and gold, the other almost wicked-looking, apparently carved of bone, with dark green blood splattered and crusted over much of its length.

byleth is generally good at intuiting things, but this really is leaps and bounds past anything she’s familiar with. even after getting into the (very strange!!!) carriage, she still doesn’t quite understand. perhaps this is a dream? that would serve to explain some things. it can hardly be real, she has things to get back to—her fingers go, idly, to a gold eagle pendant around her neck.

finally, she glances to the person nearest her with a sigh, placing the phone into one of her pockets. ]

Have you followed any of this so far? [ please help. ]

the red spring

[ now, this is marginally more familiar territory. a lot of the devices in the room are, once again, alien to her, but! inns! modest rooms and warm beds! that’s more like it. byleth finds her placement before whoever she’s been put with does, taking a seat on the bed to try to steady herself. the eagle flutters away, perching on one of the room’s light fixtures. she finds the tv remote and, curiously, presses the power button, turning it on and landing on some navigation screen. when she hears the door start to turn, she’s still trying to work the thing. what the hell is a movie. what’s a video game????

the spring confuses her much less, and is much more welcome. a pang of nostalgia for the baths at the monastery strikes as she settles into the water, letting the warmth flow through her. she sees sparks of flame flicker at her fingertips as she brings her hand up out of the water once, brow furrowing. she’s used magic before, but that’s… new. ]

trial and icy error

[ she can almost hear one of her friends saying that a snowball fight is beneath her. she was once the vessel of a goddess, she was instrumental to a war that toppled a millennium-old social order, she’s the commander of the black eagle strike force, the marshal of the adrestian empire, the “wings of the hegemon”—

byleth can’t bring herself to care. it’s fucking fun. and it’s not like she’s just screwing around, it’s encouraged!!! she ducks behind a snowbank, infusing wind magic into one snowball and hurling it at a (hopefully) unsuspecting target. brace for the rainbow whirlwind, folks. ]

quest: fogueria

[ fighting monsters is much, much more familiar territory. she’s just used to having more backup than this. byleth blocks one flaming swipe with the shield on her left arm, bringing up her blade—swirling with razor-sharp ice crystals—in a retaliatory swing before she leaps a step back, hitting the beast with a burst of ice.

this seems doable, but not on her own—but she sees movement just in her periphery, beyond the space lit by the fogueria’s flames. someone else is here, hopefully for the same reason. pointedly, over the crackle of fire— ]

Step in any time! [ come on. co-op time. right??? ]

wildcard

[ wanna do something not listed here! go for it!

also, byleth’s coming from the end of the crimson flower route. to plan out anything specific, feel free to hit me up at clockworkbrain or hexennacht#7576 on discord. ]

Inn

[optimate]

[ Blair arrives at the room she was assigned in, hoping she would have some time alone to gather herself but apparently her roommate already got there before her. She opens the door to the sight of a woman curiously poking at the television. As a woman from the futuristic world, seeing someone treat a television with such curiosity was a bit strange but not uncommon. She won't admit to not knowing how to operate remote control TVs like these. Tech here isn't as advanced as she's used to.

Her dragon familiar flies away, finding a spot to perch on like the eagle on the light fixture. It was the only good spot on the room so the small dragon picked the TV instead, rattling the appliance while Byleth continues to explore the remote control. Blair moved to one of the beds, not saying anything to disrupt Byleth's focus and just takes her folded bow off of her back and puts it next to the bed. She has her back turned on Byleth, taking her helmet off and freeing her long blonde hair ]

If you're done exploring, do you know if they provided us some change of clothes? Perhaps a robe, even a towel, would suffice.

Maurice Hutch | OC | +healing magic

[toothaches]

Soaking in your Arrival

There, there, you'll be right as rain in no time.

<sub>[A beautiful white and gold unicorn stands guard over a disheveled and rotund human man as the surf gently washes in and out around their feet. She lips at his limp hair and puffs warm breaths against his cheek. This is all well and good and honestly quite adorable, but Maurice is not in the headspace to think about that right now.]

[Maurice Hutch, up until just a few moments ago, was a vampire on the run from his problems. He'd only recently learned about the world of the supernatural after getting dumped head-first into it. Getting turned behind a gas station can really put a damper on your year--especially when you find out that the other resident vampires that you also didn't now about are not thrilled with your sudden appearance. But all that's a confusing blur for him now. He just stands, his arms wrapped around himself, and shivers as a real actual unicorn presses her muzzle against his face.]</sub>

Y-y-you keep saying that but s-some how I don't believe you. N-no offence.

<sub>[He hasn't felt the cold in months. Even if that beautiful mermaid (???) lady helped him not freeze to death in the bay, the breeze off the water and his wet clothes are still making him shake. He takes a little solace in noticing others in the same boat. Where was this? The last time his life got weird at least he got to go home to his own bed at night. But at least...here, he had a heartbeat. He could feel it rushing in his ears.]

[Movement catches his attention and he looks up to see one of his fellow castaways passing by. He opens his mouth to speak but swiftly shuts it. He's too shy to say anything.]

[Thankfully, his familiar is there. The unicorn calls out in a bell-like voice.]</sub>

Ahoy there! Excuse me, dear! I believe my charge was about to ask you som--MMPH!

_{[Maurice suddenly overcomes his nerves and claps both hands over the unicorn's mouth.]}

NO I WASN'T NEVERMIND!


The Red Spring

<sub>[After a night's rest and getting his feet back under him, Maurice's nerves have turned to jittery excitement. He was going to save this world! He was going to learn magic! He never had to bite anyone ever again.]

[But what if he was bad at magic? Oh, God.]

[Maurice's familiar followed him patiently from workshop to workshop as he tried to discover his gift. At first he thinks maybe it's Animal Magic but quickly realizes that everyone else can understand his unicorn partner as plainly as he does. He spends an hour trying to light a candle by snapping his fingers and gives himself a headache trying to move a stone with his mind.]

[It is as he sits on a bench near the obstacle coarse and tries to nurse his headache that he discovers it. Maurice rubs his temples and sighs, sorely wishing his headache would go away so he could focus. Suddenly, he feels something. The sensation reminds him of planting his hands (and tongue) against the staticky screen of an old television as a kid. The tingling feeling spreads across his temples and though he cannot see it yet, the area is glowing softly. Then, the light travels from the aching sides of his face and up through his hands, dissipating along with the pain.]</sub>

Wuh--wh. Woah. Oh. Oh, man! Oh my God! Aha-ha! Yes!

<sub>[He lets out a whoop, startling his familiar who has dozed off in the grass nearby. When the unicorn looks up she sees her charge darting off across the training grounds. Maurice has been watching the others try and discover their powers with no shortage of mishaps.]

[This time, he's going to be there. This time, he's going to do good. He makes a b-line for the nearest magic-user who has suffered any kind of injury.]</sub>

H-hey! Hey, you okay?

Soaking in your Arrival

[kiss_it_better]

[Chang Geng had let his long hair down so it could dry properly but apart from that he managed to straighten out his clothes so he at least looked put together and neat.

The grey-white dragon-headed, lion-bodied, winged pixiu following at his side stopped when he did.

It took him less than a fraction of a second to realize what was probably happening. So, to hopefully save them any awkwardness, he approached with a smile as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

His smile, like his voice and...well, general demeanour really, is calm and mild-mannered.]

Ah, I apologize for troubling you, but have you seen a young man in a suit of Eagle Armour?

[He takes a look at this person's clothes though and elaborate a little further because you certainly don't look like you're from Da Liang!] It's a suit of black armour with wings at the back.

Larry Butz | Ace Attorney | elemental

[laurice]

A: A COLD RECEPTION

[Yeah, Larry isn't a big fan of being yanked from whatever he was doing to be flung into a frigid lake, but the beautiful lady giving him something nice to drink eases his nerves somewhat. Too bad she can't stick around long enough for him to ask for her number, but oh well.

Larry can swim, but now that he's no longer freezing and shivering, he can approach the ice turtles just doing their job. Whether you're also in the lake or on the shore, you might just hear this crazy man shouting with glee:]

Whoa, whoa, these turtles are so cool! Wait, get it? Get it? They look like they're made of ice!

[Ba dum tss.]

B: ROOM FOR TWO

[My condolences, you're rooming with the Butz at the Red Spring. He's lounging on one of the beds and has opened up the mini fridge for a drink and snacks.]

Hey, roomie! Check out this room, it's super nice!

[Be warned that if you're a woman he's going to try to flirt with you. I am so sorry.]

C: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

[Larry is on the training grounds. After hearing about all this funky magic stuff, he wants to know what's his. What's his special gift? Anyone passing by may notice Larry sitting super still (or trying to; he's still fidgeting), squinting hard and scrunching up his face in concentration. He almost looks like he needs to use the bathroom.

Then he opens his eyes wide, groans and lies down on his back.]

Aw, that's not it either!

D: IS FOR DARKNESS

Ooh, ooh, I got it! Watch this!

[A small flame flickers into life on his open palm. By the light of that tiny fire, Larry can be seen grinning from ear to ear.]

Neat, huh? It's - aaaah, get 'em off, get 'em off! [He's interrupted by a lot of rustling and flapping and keening, and that makes him raise his hands to swat them away. Luckily that means he loses his concentration and his flame, so the bat-like creatures should make their exit soon.]

WILDCARD

[Or give me a prompt of your own, or let me know what you want to do!]

sort of C, please know that I laughed a lot writing this

[jurisprudence]

NOTICE TO CEASE AND DESIST
From:
Avalonian, Ltd., d/b/a Red Spring Training Grounds
AND
Red Spring Municipality, Judicial Division

Date:
December XX, XXXX

Re: Notice to Cease and Desist for Specific Activity

Dear Citizen,

This letter is served upon you pursuant to Camelot Civil Code §XX.XX wherein demand is made upon you to cease and desist your disorderly, unseemly, or otherwise improper conduct while utilizing the facilities of Red Spring Training Grounds.

Reports have been made with regard to your inappropriate conduct, which include but are not limited to: squatting in public, obnoxious nonverbal vocalizations, impeding the peace and respectable conduct of other patrons of said facilities, et cetera.

If you continue said improper behavior, immediate legal action may be taken against your person by Avalonian, Ltd., d/b/a Red Spring Training Grounds. You will not receive another warning from this office.

Very truly yours,

M. Edgeworth
Arbiter, NW Division
City of Camelot

[serpentinthegarden]

A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival

Despite the warming brew the strange women had forced on him Crowley still spluttered in the water, not sinking, but not exactly making progress towards the shore either. One tended not to get very far when they were too busy shouting and waving their arms about angrily instead of swimming.

"Of all the... You bring soup?? Why not a life preserver? OR a boat?? A boat would be really useful right about now!"

The ice turtles were beaten to their mission by a rather large black horse who unceremoniously lifted the demon from the water and brought him to shore, not as a rider but more like a drenched sack of grain slung over its back. While the Pooka had been helpful as soon as it's hooves touched the sand it's mischievous nature was triggered and it was off, running wild over the shoreline with the helpless demon clinging as best he could to the creature's back.

"WHOA! WHOA, I SAID! Oh... won't you STOP!??"


A ⦿ Trial and Icy Errors

The whole rainbow snow fight wasn't really his scene. Oh, he stood back and watched it, meddling occasionally when it seemed like he could mess up some one's epic winning streak. That guy over there the one who hadn't been hit with a snowball the entire time would find the tree behind him shaking the snow off it's branches to bury him in an avalanche. That girl barricaded behind the snow fort would find a small fire break out in it's center, melting it until she was open to attack. The snowball some one was holding ready to throw, would find it doubled in size so that it landed on them instead!

This was Crowley's brand of fun! Sitting back with a nice warm coco and cackling over causing little acts of mischief while staying nice and dry himself. Feel free to spoil it.


A ⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs

It was dark! Almost darker than demonic eyes could navigate. They had managed to make it several feet into the cavern with only the light from the opening to guide the way forward but now even that seemed to be drawn away.

"Careful!"

Crowley hissed as his companion's toe glanced over a stone to send it clattering down the tunnel in front of them. His voice when he spoke was barely above a hushed whisper.

"There are some bats hibernating here... I don't want to see what happens if they wake up."

He took another step or three into the gloom which grew ever darker and ever more difficult to see the pathway ahead.

"Then again, I wouldn't mind some light. Think that would wake them up?"

Soaked on Arrival

[phoenixwiz]

Harry was just busy helping in distributing towels and cloaks to fellow volunteers at the moment when he witnessed a large black horse running out from the water, carrying a ginger-haired man in all black on its back.

Jaws dropped, he tries to do something to get the horse to stop and save the poor man, which involves standing on its path and waving like a mad man. Granted, Harry does not have animal magic for talking to the horse, but it doesn’t stop him from trying though.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop it, Mr. Horse, you’re making that poor man dizzier by the minute,” he tells the horse, expecting it not to listen to him.

Apologies to him for not knowing what a Pooka is at the moment.

Crow | SHOW BY ROCK! | Dark Magic (Familiar undecided)

[milkmycattle]

A. AOL
[ This smartphone is not so different from the one he has in Midi city, but with any new device it takes time to get accustomed to it. However, as soon as Crow finds the network, he can't wait to introduce himself.]

GREETINGS, CATTLE! REJOICE CUZ YER SAVIOR'S HERE! CLAD IN CRIMSON, THE FALLEN ANGEL CROW HAS ARRIVED! I AM THE LEAD SINGER AND GUITARIST OF THE LEGENDARY BAND, SHINGANCRIMSONZ!! EVEN IF I GOTTA FIGHT DRAGONS AND SHIT NOW, I'LL STILL SET YOUR SOULS ABLAZE WITH MY RAPTUROUS VOCALS!!!

[Is it possible for someone to be so loud even through the internet? Yes. Yes, they can.]

Since my band ain't here, Imma do some networkin'. Anyone on here who's an artist? Doesn't matter if yer status is aspirin', starvin', or rollin' in dough, I wanna meetcha.

B. Trial And Icy Errors
[Learning how to use this newfound magic has been difficult for Crow who doesn't catch onto things quickly. However, with the suggestion of a snowball fight, the lead singer couldn't resist joining in. He grabs some snow and molds it within his hands as he eyes a few victims. He targets one unassuming person, trying to imbue his snowball with a hex to cast onto his neighbor.

Yet, when he tosses it, the snowball hovers in the air as if suspended in motion. Then it hits Crow squarely in the face. It all happens so fast, the hedgehog isn't able to dodge, taking on a mouthful of snow. The redhead spits it out as he clears his face of the debris. What the hell?! Did his spell backfire?

So Crow attempts it again, gathering snow into a ball and tries to toss it at someone. The result is nearly the same. The snowball flings back towards him, but this time Crow makes a run for it.]

Hey! I command you to stop! Halt! Pause!

[It's an odd sight, a snowball chasing after a person. Are you willing to help, or maybe watching and laughing suits you better?]

C. Darkness In The White Cliffs
[Instead of hanging around Camelot or his room in the inn, Crow decides to take up a quest. Normally, his band and his part-time job would fill in his free time back home, but he has neither of those things here. Leaving Crow bored out of his skull, so why not seek adventure and bash the skulls of monsters?

Somehow Crow gains access inside the cliffs, but now he's stumbling around in the dark. His type of magic isn't good for illumination and his familiar isn't any use here. Still, he doesn't regret this world for giving him these dark gifts, it goes with his aesthetic.]

Geez...not even a flashlight.

[Yet, even if he likes the world of darkness, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He starts feeling around the dark for some purchase. Crow does grab a hold of something. Might be another adventurer's cloak, or who knows what else. Hopefully, it's not one of the bat creatures either.]

E. Wildcard
[ If there's a scenario you would like to do, feel free to PM this account and we can work something out.]

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Caster | Fate/Stay Night (UBW) | Familiar undecided

[colchismagecraft]

A: Soaking in Your Arrival

[The sorceress had initially scoffed at the implication she'd need to swim to shore herself. She had the magic to fly, after all, why would she need to swim?

...Except, it wasn't working.

None of her magic seemed to be working.

And it was as that truth hit her, Caster found herself being gently carried to the shore by some friendly, icy turtles, where she sat in a stunned shock as she tried to work out what had just happened and reconnect with her powers. She had to get her bearings quickly. The fight wasn't over yet.]

...A reality marble, that can effect my powers to this extent? Is that possible?

B: The Caravan to Camelot

[Naturally, the Sorceress didn't trust anyone who had so far tried to provide her a helpful explanation of what was going on. Instead, her first priority was trying - and failing - to locate either her Master or whoever was responsible for this mess.

She did accept the warm cloak though. The one she'd arrived with was soaked, and it was freezing out.

For the time being, she was wandering around near the carriages, keeping a ceremonial-looking dagger concealed by her side. Looking for someone- anyone she recognised- and approaching anyone who looked like she could get a more substantial answer out of.]

You. I trust that you'll explain what is actually going on in this place?

...And the man I was with before I awoke here. Tell me where he is.

C: Trial and Icy Errors

[Once Caster had the chance to take in what exactly this world was and how she'd got here, she set about burying herself in studying the world's magic as thoroughly as possible. Of course, losing her own power was unnerving, but this world offered new and interesting abilities she could explore until she could find her way home.

For now, she'd settled for watching the snowball fights, studying how everyone else was using their power to enhance the already enchanted snow. That would give her a good idea on what sort of things could be done - and what abilities of the other people here had.

Caster's just muttering to herself as she looks around.]

...To enchant all of this snow at once would need an impressive amount of mana. Merlin, hm?

Trial and Icy Errors (truly, all of the fate characters are appearing)

[excalibeam]

Caster...!?

[ Though a snowball fight is happening, the appearance of Caster puts a stop to her focus on that.

Certainly, other servants have appeared here, but Caster was still a surprise. ]

Tatsuya Himuro | Kuroko no Basuke

[perfectmirage]

[I. Arrival]

[Well, falling into a spring wasn't something on Himuro's to do list today, but it's something that happened. He pushed back his wet hair before he wrung out his sweatshirt. How did he end up here? Luckily the Lady of the Lake, something he thought was a myth, explained everything to him. It looked like he was in another world where magic was possible along with having familiars. He looked down at the sensation on his arm to see a small, black fox on his arm. Wait, wasn't this a kudagitsune? Himuro read about them before when he was back home, he never imagined that they were real.

Himuro looked at the black fox on his arm on his way up the cliff. He wondered how this little guy got on his arm. When he made it to the top, he took a seat and waited for their transportation to take them to their new home. Himuro hummed as he watched the fox twirl around his arm.]

I wonder what I should name you little fox.

[II. The Red Spring]

[On the way to the inn Himuro watched Sai, the name he settled on, as they twirled around his fingers and along the new smartphone he received. This new place continued to surprise him. After the way he entered he never imagined that he would have headphones and a cloak, but he's not complaining. After he arrived to the inn he placed his smartphone in his pocket on his way out of the carriage. He turned down to Sai who moved up to rest on his shoulder.]

How about we check out our room? Or should we explore?

[He watched Sai poked their head out and looked around. Himruo chuckled and pulled out his smartphone again.]

Okay, let's explore then we'll go back to our room. Let's see if we can find someone who knows more about this place.

[He walked down the street, though he made sure to stay in the same area as the inn, it wouldn't be good to get lost his first day. He walked over to someone and got their attention.]

Excuse me? I was wondering if you could tell me more about this area.

[Sai retreated to his shoulder as they popped their head out to look around.]

[III. Wildcard]

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Oh and here's the info of Sai is here]

[deliveryhawk]

[Takao is actually on an errand for the small cafe he is working at. They need some ingredients and the Red Inn is being nice enough to provide them. When he gets there he notices the inn is bustling again and considering it seems it has been about a month since they arrived here, this does not surprise him.

Looks like the comings work similarly here as to how they did on Lunatia. While he waits for his stuff to be ready he decides to wander out to the training grounds.

At the excuse me sir he turns around, the night sparrow on his shoulder calm and quiet, just chirping in his head as it usually does. When he sees Himuro, Takao can not help but snicker.]

No way, they got you too?

Alec Hardy || Broadchurch || CRAU

[scotch_egg]

I. Soaking in Your Arrival
[he is on the shore, head in his hands, wet and cold and shaking like a leaf. Anyone getting close to him might hear him muttering:]

fuck fuck fuck fuck

[don't mind him. he's fine. Probably]

~*~*~*

II. Trial and Icy Errors

[rather than participating in the fight, Alec is off to the side. He scoops up snow, cups it between his hands and breathes-- and then watches with wonder as a flurry of snowy birds erupts and takes to the sky. They don't last long of course, falling in crystalline showers, but he'll watch them until they go and then create something else, a rabbit, a deer, a serpent, he seems focused and is blinking rapidly as if he's trying hard not to be moved]


~*~*~*

III. THe Darkness in the White Cliffs

If I see one more bat I will lose my bloody mind.

[it's been a journey and he is running out of matches, not to mention candles. He is not quite brave enough to go on in the dark but he's not going to be reaching for anyone's hand either so you can forget about it]

Why are we doing this anyway. Remind me.

II. Trial and Icy Errors

[serpentinthegarden]

He had hung back, just watching the man to see what he might do with that snowball. The birds were... cute, the rabbit reminded him of a horrible birthday party he had once gone to, but the last one prompted him to abandon the safety of the cafe and slither over toward Alec.

"Serpent, nice choice that one."

Yakko Warner | Animaniacs

[marxmanship]

⦿ Splish Splash

[Yakko was mid-song when he hit the water. a series of gurgling bubbles float up to the top of the Bay and as they pop, the notes come warbling out, though they're a little watery from the landing. he surfaces a moment later, tossing his head back like a swimsuit model and shaking out his ears. his poor Jackalope is not so lucky, and its antlers bob just above the waves]

You're not a pool toy.

[he grabs it by the antlers and hauls it out. it splutters a bit and kicks its hind legs in protest]

Oh come on, the song wasn't that bad. Besides, how else was I supposed to relay the history of whaling and make it enter--

[and then he realizes he's not where he was.]

-- taining. Heeeeey, this isn't the Studio water tank set! Brrr...

[icicles are starting to form on his ears, and he's turning a little blue. maybe you're splashing down next to him?]

⦿ Are We There Yet?

Now this is more like it! A road trip!

[he tried to call shotgun, but Archimedes gave him a withering look and hustled him into the carriage proper with the rest of his group. now he's curled up in his blanket like a burrito, only peeking out from his little red nose up, watching everyone excitedly for a moment as he gets over his shivers. it doesn't take him long to warm up, and soon enough he siiiiidles over to the nearest person and gets right up in their bubble, craaaaning his neck to look at their device]

Hi. Whatcha doin'?

Snowball Fight!!

Yakko seems to be taking to kinetic magic like a fish to water ... very shallow water. He's flinging snowballs with broad, zippy arm gestures in a Very Obvious Imitation of a certain iconic mousy sorcerer, but instead of hitting their marks, most of them are exploding mid-flight into multi-colored flurries. Those that do hit have a strange elastic effect, squashing on impact like slime or bread dough. They're still plenty cold, though...

Are we there yet

[temptationaccomplished]

[Aziraphale looks up from the phone with a sigh. He blinks over the frames of his glasses at the young man, and then again as he realizes he's not a typical child at all.]

[Like the Ducklings!]

Trying to locate my friends. Who might you be?