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TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 2
![]() Premise ⚔️️ Rules ⚔️️ FAQ ⚔️️ Taken ⚔️️ Reserves ⚔️️ Apply ⚔️️ Locations ⚔️️ Bestiary ![]() A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival
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
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, C ⦿ The Red Spring
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! 😉 -MerlinThose 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: 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
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."
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
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. |





Gu Yun | Sha Po Lang | Kinetic
[ In the naval battle that day, Gu Yun’s main ship was hit by the enemy, the golden ziliujun box disintegrated and exploded. Though deaf and blind, he had had some inkling that something was not right, and instructed his crew to abandon ship just prior. But even in the water, the explosion had the ability to burn skin and crush bones. He braced for the impact and sudden release of death, satisfied that despite this catastrophe, the war was won. He had but one regret in mind. He can’t help imagining the result of the letter he’d asked Ji Ping to send along.
Life and death cannot be forced. ]
Mmmf!
[ Except, for some reason, death never comes. His head breaks above the waves, his unexploded, uninjured limbs furiously treading water. A blurry figure appears in front of him, tipping a vial of something into his mouth. He coughs and shudders as magical warmth spreads through his body.
He senses immediately that there are other people in the water. He naturally can’t see who they are, but he imagines they must be his men. He takes hold of the arm of one of them and says crisply: ]
Soldier! Report!
Arrival:
[ He’s at the water’s edge, dripping water, kneeling down from exhaustion while being nosed by some kind of animal. ]
Hmm?
[ Gu Yun finally responds to the creature, lifting a hand to pat it, thinking perhaps it’s some kind of dog. He’s surprised to find scales beneath his fingers. ]
What kind of fish are you?
[ A fish, with the head of a dragon, antlers of a deer, skin and scales of a fish, hooves of an ox, tail of a lion… and great big googly eyes. Magical flames rise from its body, emitting gentle heat without burning anything.
This “fish” (actually a qilin) doesn’t seem to like being identified as such, and resorts to licking. ]
Hey, hey, hey! Hahahaha! That’s enough!
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[ A man in indigo cross-collared robes, a single layer despite the cold, is standing poised with a snowball under the heel of his boot. He lifts a hand to adjust the monocle covering his right eye.
Instead of fighting, Gu Yun is working on his kinetic magic playing fetch with his qilin. The mystical creature that guards the gates of heaven, steed of one of the eight immortals, is currently bounding around like a giant puppy, happily catching snowballs and laying them gently at the feet of its master.
Sadly, the qilin’s fiery nature coats each multicolored snowball with a layer of ice, so Gu Yun has to step on each one that returns, lest such an ice ball injure a passer-by. The creature doesn’t understand, tilting his head and whining slightly, when each one it returns seems not to be passing muster. Gu Yun, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, finally relents, lifting his foot and picking the icy projectile back up, petting the qilin's head. Then sends the iceball out with a flick of his fingers, the thing zooming through the air in a beautiful arc as it trails magical sparkles—before taking a sudden zig-zag turn, heading straight for you. ]
Hey! Watch out!
[ The good news is, the iceball probably won’t hit. The bad news is, that’s because a big qilin has blocked in front, and if it’s bowled you over, that wasn’t its intent! ]
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This way. Watch your head, the ceiling’s a little low here.
[ Gu Yun’s voice is gentle and self-assured, as if ending up in a magical land at the the end of the universe and navigating through a pitch-black cave is something he does every day. This is, of course, just his way: to act as if the sky, if it fell, would be no more than a soft blanket.
Abruptly he hesitates; then suddenly presses down on his companion’s head, murmuring softly: ]
Duck.
[ He’d felt a breath of wind from above; and what can create wind from above? Bats. ]
Greed:
[ Gu Yun, for his part, seems strangely unimpressed by the golden grotto, sparing neither a glance for the jewels nor the altar, instead reaching inside his robes for something, finally hauling out a small circle of glass. If, by chance, you hand him a cup to hold, before he’s managed to clip the thing to his nose… ]
Um… thanks!
[ ….and he’ll even start to bring it to his lips, before suddenly remembering: ]
Wait, is this—?
[ Is this the thing they’re supposed to be looking for? ]
Two guys sitting in a hot tub five feet apart because they're:
[ Giddy from the contents of Asrai's cup, further enhanced by the free drinks offered, Gu Yun settles into the hot spring, the waters soothing injuries old and new. Eyelids drooping, he murmurs: ]
Is this even a war that can be won?
[ Saving a universe frozen in time, through magic learnt by neophytes? If you wish to converse with him about this, it might be necessary to get closer than five feet away; much closer, in fact. Alas, the hot spring fogs up his monocle, so he's set it aside. ]
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[ hit me up, or dm to plot! ]
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It either is or we all die.
[ Optimistic. ]
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He turns, smiling amiably. ]
Hmm? I didn't quite catch that, I was in my own little world, haha!
[ He scoots over near the person, just a few feet away, evidently heedless of anything like a personal bubble. It's fine, he tells himself. He's always been improper. ]
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[ Okay, he's improper, but not this improper. He clears his throat. The fact that she's clad, somewhat, is little comfort, as Gu Yun himself is only wearing a towel around his waist.
He ought to look away, but he can hardly understand her if he does, so........ ]
What were you saying?
[ Time to just smile and hope he can slide on through, on the strength of his pretty face. ]
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She does seem a little annoyed at having to repeat herself, but she can't blame him for her not sitting near him.]
I said it's either possible or we all die anyway.
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Pfff! Well, that's optimistic!
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[ She smiles, despite it being obviously sarcastic. ]
I'm Emerald.
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Fancifully, he replies: ]
Shiliu.
[ ...which is his nickname. ]
How are you adjusting to all of... this?
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It was only the small hope of possibly fixing things that's kept him going.
That and the dragon-headed, lion-bodied Pixiu (female, if the two antlers on her head is any indication) that stubbornly stuck to his side.
Still, he was in an odd sort of mood and a little out of it because of that.
But the moment he heard that familiar voice his head snapped up in immediate attention...
...only to be bowled over by a qilin. The snow cushioned his fall so he's more shocked than hurt.
The pixiu was already growling though and tackled the qilin off her companion.
He thinks distantly that he should stop her. But what he really wanted was to sit up and figure out if that voice really belonged to who he hoped it did.]
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[ In the same instant he called a warning, he also recognized, the person he's calling, not only by what he saw through his monocle, but also the familiar scent of calming herbs. His heart had been bound up, a string pulled tight; but seeing Chang Geng, he relaxes. Never mind being stranded here in this strange place; even if he were still in Jiangnan, it's still been too long since that brief night in the post house.
For all his relief and happiness, it's still funny to see Yan Wang flailing under his qilin. It reminds him of the time all those years ago, when Chang Geng ran around the yard of the Marquis Manor, fleeing the iron sword valets. He'd come out to watch, settling down in a comfortable chair, with a bottle of wine.
The qilin rolls off of Chang Geng immediately, and doesn't resist the angry pixiu. That gentle giant will never attack the innocent, after all.
Gu Yun strides forwards, putting his hand out to help Chang Geng up, his grin dyed in mischief, the corners of his peach blossom eyes seeming to fly. ]
Even the illustrious Yan Wang is playful enough to roll in the snow, your subject is glad to see you let loose once in a while!
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It wasn't quite the welcome he expected but he'd take this over the cold war they'd been waging for the last four years.
The pixiu remains crouched over the qilin, not quite showing teeth anymore but its tail, split at the end into two, still lashed from side to side a little. Before she huffs and turns back to stand at Chang Geng's side. He had heard that the pixiu was a creature that gave its loyalty to only a couple of people in its lifetime...but wasn't this a little excessive?
Meanwhile, Chang Geng's more than a little confused himself. Gu Yun's warm welcome could be attributed to the entire situation they'd found themselves in but calling him Yan Wang when that wasn't his title?
That was a little strange.
Even then, he didn't hesitate to reach out to take that hand. Whether this were the real thing or an illusion it didn't matter. He wanted to indulge for a moment longer.]
I've made myself look foolish in front of yifu. [The words are humble and soft, but he's smiling slightly, not teasing but just...glad to be talking to this person.] After all this time I had hoped to make a better impression.
[Not of the child he'd picked up at Yanhui Town but that of an adult. He was a little disappointed, if he were being honest, but there was a bigger problem.
If Chang Geng wasn't absolutely certain he would be able to tell if this Gu Yun were an imposter he might have been more worried. But as it was, everything from this person's expressions to the laughter in his eyes to the scent of medicine that clung to him was familiar. Though...it had been four years but this Gu Yun seemed so much older and mature compared to the man in his memories...]
But why is yifu calling me Yan Wang?
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And this overly-humble attitude, "wanting to make a better impression," complaining about being called "Yan Wang," what game is he playing at? Is this some new way of acting spoiled?
He smiles, about to say something ambiguous and teasing, when he becomes aware of a certain familiar scent: calming herbs. He's always associated these with Chang Geng, and the scent is often enough to make him fall into deep and dreamless sleep.
However... ]
Haha! Wasn't it my mount that hit you? I'll offer a formal apology on his behalf.
[ He maintains his grin as he says this, reaching out to dust the snow from Chang Geng's clothes. And then he asks, carefully: ]
Chang Geng, how old are you this year?
[ That scent of calming herbs, it's the wrong smell! Or rather, it's the old type Chang Geng used to use, before Miss Chen asked Gu Yun to bring back a new prescription for him. ]
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Not even Gu Yun's touch was enough to distract him from that worry (even if he basked in that care, having missed it all this time they'd been apart). A part of him wanted to reciprocate, to find any excuse for any kind of contact
That question only turned his confusion to alarm though it wasn't very obvious, just the slightest crease in his brow. After all, while Gu Yun wasn't a model adult figure by any means and constantly acted like he couldn't take anything seriously Chang Geng thought he could be certain that Gu Yun wouldn't forget how old he was.]
...I turned twenty this year. But it's impossible you wouldn't know that. Unless...
[The only explanation for the question could only be 'somehow Gu Yun expected him to be another age'. As for why that was...he couldn't say. But it was far more probable than 'Gu Yun forgot how old he was'.
Though a second after thinking about it he thought, if people could be brought from different worlds where do the possibilities end? He didn't have an answer to that question and yet there is the muddled shape of an idea that's forming.
His expression a little troubled, he asked,]
...yifu, how old are you this year?
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That young, though. Even at twenty, Chang Geng had impressed him with the breadth of his knowledge and understanding; he'd put away his childishness and grown into a man. Still, that was before a lot of things happened: before he'd gotten himself drunk and taken certain liberties, before Chang Geng had revealed himself and spat blood in their carriage, after Gu Yun had spent the night kneeling in the snow. It's before that day at the hot springs.
It's before... before....
In this moment, does he perhaps have an opportunity to redirect the path of Chang Geng's life? Not to cut off his lines of children and grandchildren? Not to let him yoke his heart to a man that's doomed to die in a few years?
Back then, he'd had no idea of the depth of Chang Geng's feelings. Back then, he hadn't known anything about the Bone of Impurity. With the knowledge he has now, could he support Chang Geng, without leading him down such a path?
He reaches out, to ruffle Chang Geng's hair, the way he would a son (and not a lover). ]
Hm! I'm twenty-nine.
[ His heart aches, suddenly. Hasn't he grown used to basking in Chang Geng's love? Haven't thoughts of Chang Geng been sustaining him, despite the years they've spent apart?
But this, if he could accomplish it, would truly be the best thing. ]
How young you look, hahaha!
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two years... four years...... lalalalalala
They're all even numbers anyway!
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Soaking
I'm not one of yours, soldier.
[His voice is young; that of an English boy. Walter is only fifteen, and the onset of adolescence has yet to have a marked impact.
And this guy... even from the shoulders up, this chap isn't even wearing a uniform he recognizes. Is he a partisan?]
You were separated from your unit? Who are you with?
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He's well aware that in Great Liang's fighting force, there are more than a few young teenagers. He himself had his first command (though he hardly distinguished himself) at fifteen. But it's one thing to protect one's own country's borders or repel invaders; and quite another to force children to fight battles halfway 'round the world. What are these Westerners thinking? ]
Mm, I'm on the other side.
[ He smiles, as if everything happening right now is within his expectations, and nothing to be the slightest bit concerned about. His eyes are genial and his expression confident. This is, naturally, just a mask he's learned to wear, over the years. ]
But now's not the time for heroics. Get to shore first and we'll sort ourselves out. Live another day, fight another day.
CW: WWII-era derogatory slang for Japanese soldiers
Words. Words are what Walter receives. And in the context of someone having just been engaged in a fight to what was supposed to be the death, they make no goddamned sense.
He pulls back, putting just under an arm's distance between them — close enough to intercept if a weapon is pulled on him, yet far enough that one won't be easily brought against him without his notice.]
That doesn’t sound a damn thing like what the other side would say. And intelligence didn't say a thing about Japs being in the area.
[Nazis, yes. Poles, yes. Russians, yes; they were on the opposite side of the river. But no one from the far east. The report hadn't mentioned anyone at all from that corner of the world.
But something else is bothering him. The water… the water is suspiciously without current. This isn’t the Vistula. What the hell is going on here?]
You’re not Waffen-SS. [He can’t be. Not with those looks.] What are you, an envoy?
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What on earth...
[ ...which is when he feels something pushing beneath him. A moment later, his body is lifted up by an enormous object, encrusted with ice crystals. Water streams off the intercalated plates of black iron covering Gu Yun's body, and his wet hair hangs loose in long strands like seaweed.
He looks down at his "savior," finally betraying some consternation, before he hastily repairs his expression, and puts his smile back on. ]
A turtle.
[ He pats the back of the creature, as being rescued by a turtle is completely within his calculations, while thinking to himself, Jiangnan is warm, why would there be an ice-covered turtle here?
He then reaches into a compartment on his armor, and pulls out a circle of glass rimmed in gold. The monocle he'd been wearing on board was pierced by a stray bullet, but he always keeps spares. He clips it to his nose, and from his elevated position atop the huge tortoise, he can see to the water's edge. Just then, the mists part, revealing the expanse of white sand beaches and sheer cliffs rising above them.
He turns around, to look back at the water. They seem to be in a large bay. There's no signs of burning ships, nor hulking wrecks. All is calm.
After a long moment, he returns his attention to his companion, and says gently: ]
I think the war is over for both of us.
[ The reason he didn't feel the explosion must be that it killed him instantly. This must be Hell. ]
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Fortunately, he is spared having to wrestle with that moral dilemma, as the turtle steps in, swimming in to bolster the other man up and out of danger.
But it's a turtle with what looks to be an iceberg shell, which also makes no goddamned sense. Yet he swims back a little further, giving the creature space to move as it wishes, even as he continues to watch the man upon it warily. But the man brings out no weapons, nor does he speak any threats. He does not even snarl an insult.
But the words that do come, those gently-spoken words, do more damage than any threat or insult ever could.]
...What are you saying??
[For a brief moment, Walter looks like a confused boy. But the expression soon passes, hardening with resolve.]
No. No, I refuse to believe that!
[Whatever this is, whatever the Hell this is, he won't let it interfere with his mission. He won't.]
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[ Its vast flippers slowly moving through the water, the turtle rotates in place, orienting its head towards the shore. Noticing this, Gu Yun crouches down, offering a hand to the young soldier still treading water. That hand is, like his body, covered in exquisite armor, down to his fingertips, though it doesn't restrict his movements at all. It must have been perfectly oiled and maintained; from these details, and the subtle gilding on some of the iron plates on his chest and shoulders, it's probably clear that he's no ordinary military man. ]
Couldn't they have sent us a boat?
[ He shakes his head, sighing theatrically. ]
Tsk, tsk! Military expenditure is inadequate, even in the Underworld.
I'm sorry. I'm stuck with a mid-mission canon point and he's an angry boy.
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CW: He's not a fan of the Catholic Church. Because WWII. And he's English. And it's Hellsing.
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I struggled with the flicking format. I struggled hard.
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Lifting his hands up out of the water, he watches it flow through his fingers. Why was he hesitating? Is it because the last time that he honestly and confidently strode forward -- it was to do evil under the guise of doing good?
It is a second later that he clenches his fists and gets up to cross the short distance to be closer to the man. ]
It can be.
[ His mistakes are his own, but he cannot keep hesitating and worrying about what has happened. All that can be done is to ensure the same does not happen in the present. ]
It will be.
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This man, fortunately, has a strong enough voice that he can just make out what he's saying, and is sitting close enough that he can read his lips slightly (strange that in this magical place, he's able to lipread languages that he doesn't even know). Still, he can't help squinting a little.
Then his expression evens out, and he smiles. ]
What do you think of all this?
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[ The tone which he uses isn't one of admonishment, however. Back then, he did not think that there was anything wrong with that sort of thinking. A perfect, peaceful world could not be created without sacrifices. He fought hard for the sake of his family, and knew it hypocritical to wish for their happiness without having them sacrifice anything, but still... ]
I don't believe these people are as blind as the ones I once followed. I believe they are more as the Savior. I believe that with those gathered... so long as we do not lose sight of what we're going to achieve... so long as those in power do not lose themselves.
[ Which will be something they will have to keep an eye on, of course, but. ]
We will be able to save everyone.
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Unconsciously, he moves a little closer as the man speaks. ]
Um...
[ He clears his throat. ]
Whether or not they're blind, we shall see.
[ The general gist of what he picks up is that this man trusts the leadership here in Avalon more than his own leaders back home. Which begs a certain question: ]
What do you know about this... this "Once and Future King"? Have you found out anything that makes you trust them particularly?
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We shall, yes.
[ He agrees that only time will tell, but he will have faith one more time in the goodness of others. ]
"Once and Future King." [ Repeating the words, he can't say that he has not heard of tales of Arthur, but -- ] Where I come from it is a myth. But then, again, the Savior that I follow is also a myth to most people.
A man that is willing to protect the lives of others... to do what is right even if it means to do so alone... that is enough for me to believe in them.
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