TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 3

[avalonmods]

{ QUICK NAV } Premise ⚔️️ Rules ⚔️️ FAQ ⚔️️ Taken ⚔️️ Reserves ⚔️️ Apply ⚔️️ Locations ⚔️️ Bestiary ⚔️️ Top-Levels Only ⚔️️ 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 rest of 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. Everyone needs a little fun from time to time; the locals have put together the annual Snow Games. As with all things Avalonians plan, magic plays a part in the competition. There will be three separate tiers for characters to enter. Each Tier will have its predetermined track or ring, set up and ready to go. A ⦿ Foot Races The footraces will be run on foot, competitors will be tied together in a three-legged race-style competition... except this binding is magic! The only way to end it is to cross the finish line. Along the route, racers can expect to run into minor obstacles such as snow bunnies, puddles that can’t be jumped, a flock of snowbirds giving hassle, trees that upend their own roots and move to confuse the pathway. Whatever the interruption, it will come in the form of either a small creature made of magical snow or some minor hindrance to the path. Competitors will have to use magic to overcome these obstacles. Whatever your magic class, find a way. B ⦿ Sled Races The sled races will be run on magically driven sleds requiring two drivers. Races will not run on one kind of magic alone so be sure to mingle with other classes for this competition. Whatever magic class a character is, they will be required to feed magic into the sled to keep it going; the more magic, the faster it will go. On the path, obstacles will come in the form of wholly washed out portions of the track that need to be reformed using magic to pass. Use elemental magic to flatten rocky areas or wash away debris. Larger creatures such as snow deer and moose congregate in large groups blocking the path, so an animal magic user could be useful for asking them to move... someone with cognitive magic could try their hand at a little hypnotizing a fellow newcomer with big muscles to move fallen logs for them. Healing mages could easily use buffers to support their fellow magicians with temporarily increased speed or strength. Use light magic to sneak past living obstacles, or dark users can cast a love enchantment and make a love match between two moose even though it's far from spring. There are tons more creative uses of magic to help you get through the obstacles on the sled's pathway. Find a creative way to use magic and get through the obstacle; make sure you are faster than the other guy. C ⦿ Snow Chicken Snow Chicken, Magic Vs Yeti Style... This competition will differ from the previous two; it is not a race to the finish line but instead a competition to be the last team standing! Participants will pair off and one person will climb on the shoulders of the other and try to wrestle their opponents off without getting knocked off themselves. The field is full of snow, with more coming from the sky. Your opponents will be Yeti. Try to stay on, Yeti are no slouches so teams will have to work together using their magic not only to stay put but to knock your big-footed opponents to the ground. Just... be wary, these friendly yeti are surprisingly big on hugging as a form of congratulations. It's much more challenging to escape from a yeti's embrace than it is to knock one over. Trumpets hail an announcement by the town crier in front of the castle. More than a few people pull out their phones to record it and post it to the AOL network for all to see. "Hear ye, hear ye! Our noblest of lords, King Arthur of Camelot, will host a tournament on this January the 20th on castle grounds. All are welcome to participate in competitions to determine those most skilled in both the physical and magical arts. In preparation for the upcoming tournament, we are sending envoys to Celliwig. In Celliwig lies the Magic Mirror of the South, gifted to Camelot by the Fae, and a means to communicate with their royal court at will. It is a vastly important task in your journey to become magicians and to show your good will toward the fairies. Parts of the mirror's frame have been damaged. We will need those brave of soul and pure of heart to retrieve the crystals needed to repair the mirror. Those interested, the party leaves at dawn." A ⦿ Brave of Soul The first stop on the trip to restore Celliwig's Mirror is to a cave just north of Albion's White Cliffs. No longer a part of the cliffs themselves, this outcropping goes underground and to a dank, dark cave. It is the only place which a special prismatic crystal grows. The crystal itself is hidden deep in the cave, which can only be passed by passing into a zone in which magic cannot be used. Characters will enter the cave and must face an illusion of one of their greatest fears. Those frozen in fear will pass out and wake up outside of the cave with no crystal. Those who run will find themselves turned out of the cave as well. Only those who recognize and face that fear deep in their soul will find the path forward. The fear will turn into a small light spirit, which will smile and reveal to them the crystals they seek. B ⦿ Pure of Heart The second stop is past a shanty town and at the bridge north of it. The bridge itself is broken, only the ends in existence. The water itself is impassible, white rapids sweeping away anything that steps into it. Silver crystals are on the other side of the bridge, visible in an outcropping from where they are, but it appears there is no way around as magic does not work on the bridge. The only clue as to how to get across is a plaque in the dirt before the bridge. "The pure of heart will form the bridge with a leap of faith." Since everyone has gone as a group, it will be possible to see others walking over the water once one person figures it out. Though the clue may seem challenging, it is quite straight-forward. Characters who are pure of heart will find that if they believe in themselves, they will be able to step off the bridge and hardlight will form beneath their feet to allow them to step over the water. Those with ill intentions or those who are willing to harm others to get their way will slip into the rapid waters and may need to be saved by other characters. At least you're off the bridge, so magic will work to that end. C ⦿ Celliwig, the Splendored Court As the travelers leave the bridge, they turn toward the shanty town-- wood shacks and failing farms. Not a place anyone would want to visit. Those who try to run ahead will find that it disappears as if an illusion, and they will find nothing. Those who stick with the party will wait a fair distance away until the sun sets. Once the sun begins to fall beyond the horizon, the small town will begin to shimmer brilliant whites and colors-- a glamour hiding its true glory, a city made solely of crystals and glass: Celliwig, the Splendored Court. Though smaller than Camelot, every part of the city is beautiful and glistening. The population is small and it's very quiet and serene for a city. The people of the city don't seem keen on speaking to outsiders, and will typically scatter before anyone can really engage them. They seem humanoid in nature, but not entirely human. Even the animals around the city seem to be ethereal in nature, gliding more than walking. The party is led to a hall at the center of the city-- the hall of mirrors. Those who have succeeded in obtaining crystals need to bring them and set them on a table placed before a mirror at the end of the hall, which appears to have a number of empty settings. It's unclear what happened to the mirror previously, but now it's necessary to restore it to garner the favor of the fae. Once crystals have been delivered, people will be free to explore the quiet city, but it seems most of the city is closing shop while the visitors are around. There is a restaurant that will serve visitors food, though all of the dishes are of the molecular gastronomy variety. Alcoholic drinks seem to come in vapor form and flashes of light if ordered, but seem effective nonetheless. The local general store seems to be willing to sell supplies to weary travelers as well, but that's about it. ...That said the inn doesn't seem particularly keen on allowing visitors in strangely, so you're either going to be sleeping on the iridescent streets or camping just outside the city if you prefer the soft grass and the darkness of night. Just be aware, if you leave, you won't be able to get back into this mysterious city so easily. 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. • Note that the third prompt in this TDM will have consequences on the game's progression. After the application round, a poll will be put up to see how many characters who are in the game, both new and old, are able to obtain the crystals from the Brave of Soul and Pure of Heart prompts. • 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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Questions

[avalonmods]

Re: Questions

[pissoffbook]

I probably should have asked before I posted but how would a thing like "demon possession" work in Avalon? I thought to put it like, Kainé still has her special friend (Tyrann) lurking in her head but not able to use any Shade powers.

Does this sound ok?

Colette Brunel l Tales of Symphonia

[angelolatry]

[ooc: I'm waffling on options in who to app so it might or might not be Colette I go with and possibly not quite this app cycle yet. Also I'm debating in regards to canon point on when to take her from which miiiiight be just before the Tower of Salvation for those familiar (which means. She is basically losing her humanity, including her ability to speak/feel/taste and such. She accounts for this in 'speaking' by 'writing' on her friends hands in canon, but I guess with this game, she could use the phones to text to communicate too!)]

Arrival:

A: [Colette, for her part, is used to falling. She did it all the time in tripping over a lot. It just isn't usually quite so huge a fall to hit the ground from where she stands. Not like this. She flails, attempting to use her pink angelic wings in attempt to have a better landing but still ends up splashing and hitting the water regardless.

As she emerges from the water, she makes some half-hearted attempt to wring out her hair and dress, but doesn't seem to feel the chill from being so damp, really.

She's. Also definitely that one that keeps slipping heading up the path to the cliffs. Because of course she is. Pity the poor Cliff Beast in dealing with this clumsy girl.....]

B:

[Colette has never seen anything resembling the phone before that they are handed once they arrive up the top of the cliffs. So she might seem rather confused and fascinated by it. Poking at it or shaking it in figuring out how to use it. Yes. Shaking. She has no idea about technology for the most part, given Sylvarant was the declining world and less prosperous and advanced in comparison to Tethe'alla.

Or perhaps she might offer her cloak to someone else, given she doesn't feel the cold as part of her Angel transformation and all. Or at least. She might be attempting to wordlessly offer it to people until realizing everyone is getting one that it doesn't seem to be an issue in supplying them all. That's when she'll put hers around her shoulders anyway.

She does at least seem thrilled in greeting the animals. Particularly with her own dog familiar. Petting it and nuzzling into its soft fur, her expression basically akin to pure bliss at getting a dog of her own.]

C:

[Colette tries to get the layout of the inn where they stay and all. And she might.....accidentally end up tripping over....her own feet? And uh. Accidentally leave an impression of herself in the wall as she trips in the bedroom she shares. And yet somehow she barely seems to react at all in regards to it happening. Let alone seem to react in being in pain even if she might actually be bleeding.....?

And for anyone that sees her at the obstacle course? Somehow she is actually. Pretty good about getting through it. Even if she does trip, it seems like a good thing in helping her somehow? There's a reason others claim her clumsiness as blessed or some such, back home.

Or perhaps she is learning her light magic. Which. May or may not be going the smoothest.....]

Snow Games:

A:

[Colette is clumsy so a foot race is probably. Not the best idea. But. Well, she is nothing if not optimistic and determined? In wanting to help somehow? So of course she wants to try. If they get to the snow bunnies she might pause in admiring them in thinking them adorable. Or perhaps she attempts to fly over the puddles with her wings only to......well, be reminded she is still attached to someone else. Who may or may not also be able to fly in flying over the puddle? Oops.....?]

Mirror, Mirror:

A:

[Colette's fears. She has so many. Mostly around failing everyone back home. Everyone expecting her to be able to succeed in her Journey, in saving Sylvarant. Being raised in believing this was acceptable. For them to put this pressure and expectation, this responsibility for a whole world, on one teenage girl. Let alone in knowing if she does fail, she would die.

Her fear that in the end, in knowing she has to give up her heart and memories. Giving up her humanity. Colette, when she heads into the caves for the crystal, freezes up in seeing Sylvarant continue to suffer. The crops dying, food shortages from the lack of mana. All because she failed. She shakes her head, raising her hands to her face as she stumbles in stepping back.]

C:

[For her part, Colette doesn't seem bothered by not having somewhere to sleep. Probably because she doesn't. Not anymore. She seems content enough staying awake in standing in the grassy area outside the city itself, gazing up to the stars. She has her hands behind her back as she gazes up at them, as if searching for familiar constellations. Or perhaps just in admiring them or counting them as a way to pass the time while most everyone else is likely asleep.]

Mirror, Mirror ; C

[notmymother]

[It's a shame there are no accomodations in the town itself but when facing the choice of the streets or the outdoors Ashi is glad to pick the latter. Bedding is actually a new concept for her so having something soft like grass as opposed to the hard stone she had already spent her life curled up on is highly preferable.

She didn't expect to find anyone else out here though, at least not out in the darkness. So far she's only fiddled with her own light magic but she's definitely grasped the usefulness of balls of light held in one's hand extremely quickly.

Ashi doesn't disguise her footsteps as she approaches. From what she sees the figure -- a girl she realizes -- is a little younger than she herself is. Her lips curve in a slight smile mostly to show she's not here to attack her or anything.]

It's nice out here, isn't it.

[It's less question and more statement. Ashi's always had a preference for the night sky ever since that first night she and her sisters were let out of the underground lair they called 'home'.]

Elsa l Frozen

[liberee]

[ooc: Not sure if I will go with Elsa or someone else, and probably next app cycle if I do once I decide. But. I'm figuring to take her from after the Forest of Shadows novel, which leads into the sequel film, in regards to canon point. With elemental magic, and Olaf with her in this but that may or may nor change yet.]

Arrival:

B:

[Elsa is decidedly. Not taking this the best. She at least doesn't seem bothered by the chill regarding being drenched, or seem too concerned on accepting one of the cloaks. Not does she seem to have any idea about the phones but that is hardly her priority right now as she sets to asking around regarding her sister, Anna. Sticking together with her sister, if indeed Anna was around here among the crowds, was obviously the priority first and foremost, along with getting back home. Somehow.

Along with her seeming to consider the...walking snowman? Talking snowman?! with her perfectly normal. The snowman introduces himself as Olaf, accompanying the blonde as Elsa mingles, flittering among the crowd of new arrivals in asking about Anna.]

Olaf. I don't think everyone here is as used to you. To....talking snowmen. Maybe it'll be easier if I do the talking in trying to see if Anna is here. But...I do wonder. About the magic. Back home, I was the only one.....

C:

Magic teachers? People here that could teach me about magic? I suppose it's worth a try....

[Elsa. Still might be somewhat (read as: very) nervous. Given how powerful her magic is back home and what had happened regarding her using it in hurting Anna like that. But....she has to learn? Right? She's by now figured that her abilities here seem different somehow. In at least. When she's been startled, she hasn't just outright frozen whatever was near her, for example. So this might take some adjusting to, as she heads to the training grounds and attempts to learn about her new abilities in controlling the elements.]

Mirror, Mirror:

A:

[A lot of Elsa's life has been about fear. Fear of her powers. Her responsibility as royalty, in failing her people. In failing her kingdom of Arendelle somehow. Whether she made the right decisions as Queen. She had only recently been faced with dealing with all of that back home thanks to the Nattmara she unintentionally set loose in her fears manifesting. So Elsa, while she is evidently nervous and tense, is able to face this.]

No. No. I can do this. I know I can!

[She ignores the illusion and keeps pushing on. Reaching when she finds the crystals, thanking the little light spirit for their help.]

B:

Pure of heart....with a leap of faith. Hm. A leap of faith.....?

[Elsa frowns, glancing ahead at....well. Nothing? Or at least it looks to be nothing underneath. Nothing underfoot. She considers the clue for a moment, wondering at the hint and whether it was as easy as having faith something would catch them if she did step forward. Was it that simple? The way Anna had complete faith in Elsa to catch her all the time as a child when they played and Elsa made snow banks for Anna to jump to. Or was there more to it? How did one know if they had a pure heart?]

Arrival B

[beautyrest]

No, I can honestly say that talking snowmen are new for me.

[She giggled.]

But, I am not so unused to magic now. Are you both settling in alright?

Sherry Birkin | Resident Evil 2 Remake

[littlemissgvirus]

Arrival A: Kerplunk!

Sherry had just enough time to let out a shriek of surprise before she hit the water, the shock of the impact and the freezing water causing her to black out for several seconds. Long enough that the next thing she knew she was being held above water by a woman forcing her to drink...something? She would have yanked away if she'd had the sense but by then it was over and she felt...warmer?

Of course, she still couldn't swim but details, details. Before she had time to sink she found herself being hauled through the water by an ice turtle and deposited unceremoniously on the beach, sitting there in the sand with her knees pulled up to her chest, looking as bewildered as a soaking wet, freezing, confused twelve year old could. What the heck?

Of course, she hadn't noticed the large, froglike creature hauling itself out of the water nearby just yet...

Arrival B: Caravan!

Once she had most of the...everything...explained to her, and had stopped freaking out about the frog monster hat was following her around, Sherry had made her way to one of the empty carriages. It wasn't that she didn't want to be social, exactly, but after the last few days in a zombie infested nightmare, well...people made her a little jumpy.

She'd found an empty carriage and claimed it as her own, hanging her soaked much-too-big jacket she had been wearing from one of the door handles to dry before putting on the winter cloak. But instead of sitting inside the carriage, she'd left the door open and was seated in the doorway with her feet hanging down towards the ground, letting the heat from inside wash over her as she took the time to fiddle with her smart phone. She knew how to use a computer and this seemed...similar, right? She could figure it out.

Eventually she'd look up, and when she spotted someone looking at the carriages, the kid would offer them a somewhat uncertain smile. "This one has room. Uhm. If you need one."

Arrival C: Training Grounds

After they'd reached the inn and she'd gotten a bath and dried her clothes and felt not dirty and not freezing for the first time in what felt like forever, Sherry had gone exploring. Eventually she'd found the training ground, but with so many other arrivals she hadn't wanted to just...demand attention, so at the moment she was just sitting off to the side, watching some of the people trying to learn their magic. Occasionally she'd glance down at her hands, studying the tips of her fingers as if she was expecting them to suddenly start glowing.

So far, no glowing. But eventually, maybe? Someone should probably drag her over to try and figure out what she could do...

Sled Races

To say Sherry had never been sledding would have been pointless. The list of things she hadn't done in her sheltered life far outweighed the list of things she had. But she had seen them on television, she knew the basic idea. Even if apparently these required magic and a partner. She had the magic part down, kind of, a little bit. She could make it work, at least, which was...something? A partner though, that was going to be a problem.

What would Claire do? Probably be bright and friendly and outgoing, wouldn't she? Not that Sherry was great at any of those, but she could try! So she'd settled into the sled though, and when someone else came by looked up with what she hoped was a friendly smile.

"Do you want to try it? Worst thing that happens is we lose."

Pure of Heart

Was it impure to think you were pure? Sherry stood on the edge of the missing bridge, shifting her weight silently from foot to foot as she looked out over the emptiness. She hadn't really done anything bad...well, ever. Being twelve and having lived a ridiculously sheltered life didn't really lend itself to impurity. Although, did sneaking out of the house during a zombie apocalypse count? Or getting infected with a horrible virus that had almost turned her into a monster?

Maybe it was a metaphorical purity. Hopefully it was a metaphorical purity.

Right. Okay. She balled her hands into fists and then turned to someone else standing nearby, offering them a weak smile. "Hi? Sorry. Okay. I'm going to try this?" She gestured at the emptiness with her gloved hand. "And I'm pretty sure it'll work but if it doesn't can you grab me? Before I fall into the freezing water." She paused. "Again."

Wildcard

Sherry is around, at the inn, in the town, wherever! We can make this work!

[ooc: Prose or brackets are fine, I will match whatever! Her familiar is a hunter from RE games, so a six foot tall frog creature with nasty claws and ugly teeth and it's...around...but feel free to pretend it isn't nearby so as not to have people be scared of it. If you want a different prompt or something else, free to PM me or hit me up on discord at dalrint#7020 or over at dalrint. ]

Training Grounds

[whatsamada]

[Meanwhile, Ken had been out practicing with his spear in the training grounds. After spending a month in this new environment, all Ken wanted to do was figure out more about his own magic and improve on getting stronger.

That being said? When he spots a girl nearby, he couldn't help but feel like he had seen her somewhere before.]

You okay? Do you need some help?

Jonathan Joestar | JJBA

[sunlightyellow]

[ ooc: Still voicetesting this good good boy! Not sure if I'll app him this time round but we'll see. ]

ARRIVAL

The Caravan to Camelot
[ This is a whole lot for one Victorian to handle - even one as used to dealing with the bizarre as Jonathan is. The carriages aren't like any that he's seen and now they've all been given devices he's never seen before and which he hasn't the faintest idea how to use. Even after the explanations they're all given, it's still a lot to process.

Somehow, his device has landed on a link to a moving image of a cat which appears to be playing some kind of very small piano.

It's fascinating. For about 30 seconds. But now he can't seem to get off it.

He turns to his fellow carriage passenger. ]

Excuse me. I am sorry to trouble you but- [ He gestures to the screen. ] Do you know how I can get this to stop?

The Red Spring
[ Every room that Jonathan has checked so far in this inn seems to be fully occupied, by fellow new arrivals and their familiars alike. He's not sure how any prospective roommate will feel about the large griffin that has been accompanying him on and off since his arrival but it would be cruel to try and dismiss the creature when it's being so loyal. And despite the creature's rather intimidating appearance, the company is welcome.

He thinks he's finally found a free room at the end of this particular corridor as the door's been left open but- nope. ]

My apologies, I should have knocked. The door was open so I thought this room was unoccupied.

SNOW GAMES

Snow Chicken
[ This.... Seems like a bad idea. But at the same time he isn't one to shy away from a challenge and the last thing that he wants to do is to possibly offend these yeti creatures by not taking part.

Jonathan turns to whoever he's being partnered with for this strange event. ]

Please, allow me!

[ He kneels down to allow the other person to be able to climb up onto his shoulders.

He's 6'5... so it's probably for the best that he's the one doing the carrying in most cases. Even in the unlikely event that the other person is taller than him, he'll still attempt to do the chivalrous thing and offer to carry them. ]

MIRROR MIRROR

Pure of Heart
[ "The pure of heart will form the bridge with a leap of faith."

A leap of faith is a gamble and one which, in this case, could lead to JoJo's fellow travelers plunging into the rapid flowing waters below. It's not a risk that he wants anyone else to take first and that's why he won't hesitate to take that first step - even without his hamon to aid him. It seems like pure foolhardiness to step over the edge but- that clue... If he's interpreting it correctly, well-

It's a shock at first, finding that instead of falling into the water below he's stood, suspended above it, his feet finding solid light instead cold depths. He still isn't sure what exactly is happening here but- he turns to look back at anyone still stood on at the edge of the drop beside the remnants of the bridge. ]

Take this carefully, I'm not sure if this effect is permanent!

WILDCARD

[ if you'd like to play something else feel free to hmu @ flordelamar ! ]

pure of heart

[teaserving]

[The entire phrase of it only served to make Abbacchio irritable. Pure of heart, yeah okay, and just what the hell was he supposed to do? Abbacchio is as far from pure of heart as he can be in comparison to several others.

So he pondered what he assumed to be a riddle, scowling to himself, and then the guy somehow even taller than Abbacchio has made his way over so far anyway.]

Are you nuts? How do you know it's even gonna work for me!

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian | The Mandalorian/Star Wars

[friendsallover]

[OOC: Spoilers for Season 2 will be present. Also very much a test at this point]

[A - Arrival]

[He lies on the beach, looking up at the sky. That had been highly unexpected but at the same time, he's definitely been through worse. The water and his beskar armour had probably absorbed most of the impact but what's more disconcerting is that he has found himself on a planet and not an Imperial Warship. He must have blacked out at some point.

Eventually he gets up, looking around and taking stock. Surely someone else must have shown up with him. It's just weird, being on his own again.]

[B - Foot Races]

[How does he gets himself into this situations. Still, if the only way out is through then, that's how this will go, he supposes.

He looks at his partner.]

Ready?

[C - Network]

I don't suppose anyone's seen a kid? He's on the small side with large ears.

He likes to get into places he's not supposed to.

And if he ate anything of yours, I'm sorry.

[D - Wildcard]
[Open to any and all shenanigans]

C.

[lucere]

A little child with large ears who has a penchant for trouble?

Goodness, he almost sounds like Noctis when he was young. My son was quite the troublemaker back then.

If the two are any alike, then you have my sincerest condolences.

Terra | Kingdom Hearts

[lastingwill]

[A - Sled Races]

[Terra stares at his sled with a considerable amount of consternation. He really should have read the part where magic was involved, and if he had, then he wouldn't have gotten involved with this. If it was the magic he was used to, that would be fine but what he's been saddled with here just makes him, well, he's not thrilled.]

I'm still learning my magic so I don't know how much help I'll be. I can probably steer at least though? If you want to handle anything that comes up.

[B - Leap of Faith]

[Everything in this world feels like a trial.

He stares at the water, his fists gripped tight, trying to drum up the belief in himself. He can believe in others well enough, but his experiences have left him with a lot of confusion as to how much he can trust himself. It's a lot scarier than it probably should be.]

Alright, so, who's going first?

[C-Wildcard]
[open to any and all shenanigans]

[ooc: Post-KH3, dark magic, his familiar is a moogle, and he's a very new muse so this is very much a voice test since he super needs a canon review]

B.

[beautyrest]

I will go.

[Aurora steps forward, her Eagle Owl letting out a screech in disapproval as she does. She frowns pressing a hand to her heart.]

I do not know how pure of heart I am, but at least I may be able to handle the water should I fail. [She would give herself gills and a tail, if needed.]

Mickey Mouse | Mickey Donald Goofy : The Three Musketeers

[souris_keteer]

Arrival - A

[ Once he's on dry land, Mickey is quite anxious - quite understandable, given all that's happened! - but when one of the turtles returns with his hat, he does seem to calm down a little, and graciously thanks the turtle. He gently wrings the water out of said hat before popping it on his head, and begins to walk around, calling out. ]

Pluto! ... Goofy! ... Donald! ... Princess?

[ Obviously, he gets no answer. He sighs, but then straightens up. Well, moping isn't going to solve this mystery! He rolls his shoulders, and heads for the White Cliffs. All the while, he seems oblivious to his familiar...

... It almost looks like a very small fairy, except it wears tattered clothes, the wings are bat-like , and it seems to be having an amusing time holding onto Mickey's tail like a man walking his dog. ]

Arrival - B - AOL

[ Mickey's world is woefully behind when it comes to technology, so a 'smart-phone' makes no sense to him. As such, he has no idea he has turned it on and is sending out a video! ]

What a funny-lookin' mirror... Welp!

[ With that, he begins to pick at his teeth, nodding a bit to his familiar that is now sitting on his hat. ]

Princess could show up any minute now - gotta look good for her, y'know! ... Hey, what's this funny light mean?

Arrival - C - Training Grounds

[ Gosh, who'dve thunk magic was real? But Mickey finds himself a little sheepish watching all these people with special powers and... so far, he doesn't seem to have any. He still has his sword, and decides... well! Until he can find his magic, he may as well train what he's used to! ]

Say, uh! Anyone mind sparring with me? I promise I'm real good!

Snow Games - C

[ Mickey's not 100% sure how he got roped into this, but he's not complaining! He could really use some fun. He glances at his nearby... partner? ]

I think I ought to be the one on top. Can't see us really winning the other way around.

[ He is fully aware he's short. 99% of the people here are taller than he is. ]

Mirror Mirror - A

[ What stands before Mickey is a large cat, who takes one look at Mickey and lets out a harsh belly-laugh. ]

You? A Musketeer? BWAAAAA HA HA HA! You're WAY too small, Mouse! You ain't got what it takes!

[ To an outsider, this seems like a fairly juvenile fear - but to Mickey, being told the one dream he's had since he was a child is impossible hurt like a dagger to the heart. Even now, recalling that moment, Mickey closes his eyes, and his fists shake. ]

... No! I proved myself to you! We all did! I know we did!

Mirror Mirror - B

A leap of faith, huh? ... Gosh, I wish Goofy was here. He was good at this kinda thing.

[ Not the faith part, all three boys had plenty of that. It's the leaping part that worries him - as Mickey is taking the clue quite literally. With a gulp, he begins backing up to ready himself up for the jump, trying to remember how Goofy had done it back at the tower. ]

Ready... steady...

Wildcard

[ Make your own prompt! You are free to fourth-wall him, but expect a lot of confusion from his end. ]

Arrival A

[beautyrest]

[A warm towel is held out to him from above.]

Are you alright? I know the lake is not the least bit pleasant this time of year. We should get you warm as soon as possible, dear mouse.

[gerudosfury]

Arrival
A-
For someone accustomed to the sweltering desert heat, followed by a century of nothingness, the shock to the Gerudo chief's system that was the sudden violent cold of the lake nearly claimed her consciousness. Thankfully, with the help of a turtle and the Lady of the Lake, Urbosa was able to consume the potion and be taken to shore safely. With everything happening so fast, she simply sat at the water's edge for a long moment, staring confused out at the water. Even with the potion, there was a chill in the air that stung as she breathed. That was another thing she had to get used to, the simple fact that she somehow found herself returned to the flesh was jarring in itself.

So consumed with her thoughts that she didn't notice the long serpent-like dragon drifting lazily down until it rested on her shoulder, giving her still wet shoulder a bit of a static shock. When she glanced down at the dragon on her shoulder she only seemed more confused. She could only get one word out in her shock. "...Farosh?" After a good five minutes of just sitting with her thoughts, she finally stood and began the trek up the stairs, a multitude of questions running through her mind.

C-
Upon getting her questions answered, Urbosa had made her way to the training grounds. Never had she been one to simply sit around and rest, especially when the fate of all realities seemed to be on the line. She had quickly identified what kind of magic she had as it was close to what she was used to already, but the indiscriminate lightning barrage of Urbosa's Fury still eluded her, much to her frustration. She was getting the hang of this new form of magic, able to strike at the targets with precision when the spells actually ignited, however the manipulation of energy was so foreign to her that she was taking some getting used to the process rather than simply snapping her fingers.

Mirror Mirror
A-
Urbosa was quick to volunteer for this mission. Any excuse to get out and move her body in this intense cold was welcome to her. Thankfully, she had found a warm outfit that didn't hamper her movement too much. When told the crystal that was required was in the cave, she was the first to volunteer to go in after it. Torch in one hand, Scimitar of the Seven in the other, she led the way. However, once she entered the anti-magic zone, she held her arm to the side, stopping anyone following her from continuing. There, hovering in the air was an eldritch mess of hair, glowing light resembling a shield and hook, and a black tar-like substance.

At first, Urbosa was frozen to the spot, the sight of the creature that had killed her and brought ruin to her home terrified her. However, that feeling was quickly overshadowed by and consumed by fury.

"I don't know how this creature came to be here, but none of you are to lift a finger in felling it." Tightening her grip on her scimitar, she tossed the torch to the side, pulling her shield from where it sat on her hip before pointing her blade at the creature and advancing.

"You caught me off guard the last time we fought, but I will relish tearing you apart this time, fiend!" With a war cry she leapt at the creature, bringing the scimitar to bear on the raised shield only to find no resistance. After cutting through the vision, she glanced back at where the beast had been, only to see the crystal. Taking it in hand, she turned back to those accompanying her and handed it off, sighing. "And to think, I was actually going to savor a chance to slay that thing."

Arrival C

[asaviorshand]

As a fellow new arrival, Dimitri made his way to the training grounds upon arriving at the resort. If there were anyone there he knew, they would be little surprised by such a thing -- after all, he loves very little more than a good sparring match. Plus he wanted to see what kind of magic he had been granted.

He stopped, however, when he saw that someone else had gotten there before him. The woman was a stranger to Dimitri, and he hung back and watched for a little while. When she reached a pause in her training, he took the chance to step forward.

"I see I wasn't the only one who was eager to check out the training grounds. Would you mind some company as I test what I have?"

sakura matou ❀ fate/stay night [heaven's feel]

[imaginarynumbers]

[OOC. There is the potential for spoilers for heaven's feel 3's movie, but threads have those will be warned. Also, sakura comes with a percursory warning of abuse, but I will not spring that on anyone without permission and is very unlikely to come up in threads naturally. let me know if you'd like to opt out of anything! I've decided to go with elemental magic for Sakura for the TDM and a pegasus familiar.]

❀ OPTION I.

[Water was something, as a Matou, that she was inherently connected to.

...And a part of her wonders -

What it would be like to sink in, deeper, and deeper...

But those thoughts are easily blown out of the water - quite literally, in fact, when she finally rises above the surface, coughing out as much water as she could. The outfit she wears doesn't help her much as she hugs herself and is eventually given the potion to help her swim back to shore.

Thankfully for all parties involved, Sakura herself is a good swimmer and manages to get there rather quickly and with no issues. She can even hold her breath for long periods of time, too - not that she'd brag too much about that.

Once she gets to shore, though, she can't help but frown a bit, trying to squeeze water from her clothes and hair. If she spots anyone, her expression immediately falling back into a bit of a forced, polite smile - even more so if she doesn't recognize the face.]

... Ah, I'm sorry. I'm being a bother, aren't I?

[Because of course she is. Why wouldn't she be? Just because everything 'ended', so to speak, doesn't mean that she has complete confidence in herself around strangers.

Although if she does recognize the person she sees, her gaze might instead flit immediately away, not wanting to look at them directly. Well, unless your name is Emiya Shirou, of course. ...But he's an exception to the rule, really.]

❀ OPTION II.

[...Learning magic, huh.

Sakura's spent her life doing so - but in all the wrong ways. So the concept of having to learn magic doesn't exactly appeal to her, even if she knows that it's meant to be done to save the world from destruction.

Although the word Avalon... and Camelot - those are words familiar to her, for various reasons. Not that she'd be saying that aloud. But there seems to be some sort of messaging application to talk with others...?

Hm.]

Hello.

My name is Matou Sakura. It is really strange to be in a place called Avalon, don't you think? It's a place that I've only heard in stories until now, so actually being here is quite the surprise.

I'm wondering if anybody else is also familiar with the place - or has heard about it before.

There is one thing I should also ask: they spoke about learning about magic... but how would I go about learning it? I'm not familiar with this sort of thing after all.

Thank you very much in advance for answering.

- Matou Sakura

❀ OPTION III.

[The hot springs is definitely a place to relax, and heaven knows how long it's actually been since Sakura herself has had a chance to do even that. And this would be her first time being in a proper hot spring, so a part of her can't help but feel a little excitement bubbling in her chest.]

Ahh... This is really nice... it's so warm and relaxing...

[She's not speaking to anyone in particular there, but it's not as if she won't say no to a conversation partner.]

❀ OPTION IV.

[...How did this happen.

She's not the type to get into competitions like this... so getting stuck with another person for a three foot race is kind of hilarious. She's not even a fast runner. Which is why she gives her partner a rather incredulous, but apologetic look.]

I-I'm sorry you're stuck with me... we should try getting to the finish line quickly, right?

❀ OPTION WILDCARD.

[Want to play something completely different? I'm open to a lot! Feel free to PM me via this account or message me at tsundereban for ideas.]

iv - sakura with a pegusis familiar is making me emo

[prismatically]

Nothing to worry about!

[ Stella just gives her a cheery grin and confidently pumps her fist. ]

I'm pretty quick, so all I've really gotta do is pull you along and we'll figure it out from there!

[ That... is probably not what you want to hear from someone you're literally stuck with. ]

Shen Qingqiu | Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

[softheartedshizun]

Soaking in Your Arrival

Shen Qingqiu didn't know what to think of the sudden submergence into ice-cold water. The shock was immense, and too many things were happening at once. It wasn't until he had gotten to shore, coughing up water and soaking wet that things started to sink in. One, a woman had given him some sort of potion to help him, two, it shouldn't have felt so shocking in the first place!

Now, he was not a stranger to waking up in new worlds, transmigration was not a stranger to him, however, one did not expect to keep world hoping. Especially when that was not part of your skillset. Still, what he found most odd in this particular jump was, he was still Shen Qingqiu. What was this? Some sort of AU cross over fan service scenario?

"Fuck!" he couldn't help swear out.

The Caravan to Camelot

Even with a winter cloak, he was still feeling a bit lost, grumpy, and cold. The world was odd and a bit confusing, both fantasy, but also... pretty high fantasy. At least, in that sort of nonsensical having convenient technology when it made no sense with the magical setting.

The explanation was... well, it wasn't particularly surprising. It was a very... 'isekai' explanation. You have been chosen by a magical familiar as a special individual to bring here, while the world you left behind is in some sort of state, and as a Chosen one you will fight for the sake of your world!

Except, wasn't there an issue here? He was no main character! He was a regular guy, that just happened to be put into the body of a scum villain, what world could he help? What characteristic could he possibly have that was desirable? If someone was going to be pulled from Proud Immortal Demon Way, shouldn't it be Luo Binghe, the golden protagonist? And if not that, maybe Liu Qingge? He had been too good to live in the original, wouldn't he be taken as a good option for this sort of thing? If Gongyi Xiao had been a choice still he would have thought he was a better candidate than himself.

"Even Liu Mingyan would be expected first..." he muttered to himself, but this was when he started absently fiddling around with the smartphone and exploring its features like second nature.

His mood improved slightly as he allowed himself to be funneled into a carriage. Now, this was a good ride! It was warm, it had a minibar, there were a lot of distractions!

"All fantasy worlds should have this! Don't you think?" he spoke to whoever was near him. "It's silly not to, right? Such low fantasy to not let for easy conveniences, it's annoying, right? If there's magic, it should let you be comfortable!"

The Red Spring A

Shen Qingqiu had already relaxed significantly. Outside the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way there was no particular reason to keep up aspects of Shen Qingqiu, and thus, more honest parts of Shen Yuan started to seep through. Given so many more or less familiar creature comforts, the part of Shen Yuan that mostly remained internal with the exception of occasional outward teasing or simply in the presence of Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was fully shared. The aetherial aloof teacher of Shen Qingqiu was pushed to the side as the internet nerd Shen Yuan had fun with the technologies he had been denied for years now. He didn't even think about the fact he would be sharing a room with someone before already going through the movies and trying out the video games.

If anyone came in to see their room, they would see this man with impossibly long hair, beautiful and as if he had stepped out of some sort of Chinese costume drama sitting on one of the beds playing a game like it was second nature and occasionally swearing at the screen.

The Red Spring B

Shen Qingqiu wasn't going to skip out on a hot springs trip. Who in their right mind would? Though, in the back of his mind, he wondered if it was supposed to be one of those scenarios, but, who put that sort of thing at the beginning of a story?

Anyway, he wasn't the sort of person to try and pry!

Instead of doing anything so uncouth, he found himself a corner to sink into. To relax, and enjoy the warmth.

Pure of Heart

He felt like he had seen this sort of thing a million times, in a million stories. You just had to have confidence and not be some sort of scum villain trying to exploit the treasure at the end. He didn't know about pure of heart, but, he doubted it was so exact and literal. Humans were incapable of being one hundred percent pure of heart. Though, he felt he was pretty even himself at least. Despite everything, he had still ended up a cultivator, who did cultivate. Being balanced of mind and body was important, and he thought it was probably the closest you could get.

So, without hesitation, not that somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he would fall off the edge, he stepped out, and when he didn't fall relief flooded him. Good.

"I feel like I've proven something on a very deep level," though he couldn't exactly say what that was.

Wildcard

Feel free to hit him up with anything else!

Red Spring A

[reresurrected]

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or perhaps the innkeeper had a sense of humor. Either way, it wasn't long before another man with impossibly long hair swept into the room, still-damp ponytail trailing behind him like a banner, his garb reminiscent of a classical samurai.

"Pardon me-- it seems the two of us have been assigned a room together."

And he even spoke like a samurai, no less, unfailingly polite and humble. He looked like he was about to continue, perhaps even introduce himself, when a sudden expletive from Shen Qingqiu caused him to raise an eyebrow and clamp his mouth back shut, almost as if fighting off a laugh.

"... is this a bad time?" he finally ventured, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[asaviorshand]

1. Arrival

[Cold, cold, cold. Also wet. But mostly cold. Colder than the winter Faerghus air.

It doesn't take long for Dimitri to figure out that he's somehow suddenly underwater. He would flail around were he not paralyzed. But fortunately, that problem, at least, solves itself. He's unable to refuse the strange woman's gift, though he likely wouldn't have even if he could; he's in a tight spot and needs to get out of it. Fortunately, the potion works its magic -- though there's still the problem of air.

Dimitri immediately swims straight toward the surface. As soon as his head breaks the water line, he gasps and begins gulping down as much air as he can manage. He treads water for a minute until his breathing becomes more steady, then looks around. Immediately he starts to swim toward the nearest shore.

...Note that he's doing all of this in a heavy fur cape and clad in armor. It's pretty impressive to see someone like that swim so well.]

2. Snow Chicken

[Dimitri always welcomes friendly competition, especially when it comes to physical skill. So naturally, he volunteered to be part of the Snow Games. The Snow Chicken in particular sounded interesting, and something he'd be uniquely gifted at.

Before they begin, Dimitri looks over at his partner. He attempts to smile reassuringly; whether or not it comes out that way is up to interpretation.]

Please, try not to worry. I have great confidence in my strength. We can win this if we work together.

[Then, he takes a look at his opponent.]

...Although, I confess I've never engaged a Yeti in a competition of strength...

3. Brave of Soul

[In the cave, Dimitri prepares himself to face his fears. However, what he encounters is no straightforward depiction of his fears. No, Dimitri finds himself face-to-face with himself. His doppelganger looks far angrier than he does, and has a heavy bag under his visible eye. He's also confronting Dimitri on...something from his past.]

You're disgusting! Nothing more than a mere hypocrite! You want revenge, even now! Otherwise, you'll never stop the voices! How do you think Father, Stepmother, Glenn...how they all feel!? I'll tell you, Dimitri. They feel betrayed. Abandoned. They lost their lives to protect you, and you refuse to carry out their wishes. You're the one desecrating their memory. Not me.

[Dimitri doesn't reply right away. His face remains impassive, but his thoughts are anything but. This was a low blow to him. Invoking the lives lost in the Tragedy of Duscur was like poking an open wound with a sharp stick. However...it's also something that he's learned lessons from.]

...I will admit to some truth being in those words. However, the conclusions are all wrong. No, they were all wrong. It's true that I'm terrified of the hatred and disappointment that those dead might harbor for me, someone who only survived due to luck or their own choices. And for a long time...I was like you. I thought the only way to avoid their grudges was to seek revenge for their deaths. I...suppose there is still a part of me that wishes to do that.

But I know that isn't the answer. Those who sacrificed themselves for my sake did so out of love. Those who died wouldn't want me to wallow in pain and misery, blindly seeking out a revenge that won't sate them or bring them back from the dead. They would want me to live for myself. To reach the fullest of my potential, and to find meaning in my own life.

[Most observers might find this confrontation very surprising, depending on how well they know Dimitri in the first place. He's been fairly tight-lipped about his past, even though it has clearly taken a toll on him. To see him recognize a depiction of himself as a bloodthirsty animal who wants nothing other than revenge? That's going to be a bit alarming.]

4. Wild Card

[Got any ideas? Hit me up!]

snow chicken

[prismatically]

[ This dude... is huge. Which gives Stella a great degree of confidence that they're absolutely going to crush this. Sure it means she's going to be the one trying to shove a yeti over but with this guy keeping her steady? It's basically in the bag already. ]

It'll be easy! Especially since we can use magic and stuff, right? Maybe I can do like a flash bang thing and really throw them off and then we'll go charging in and send 'em flying!

[ She's doing a very animated rendition of this with her hands as she rambles. ]

It'll be a cinch!

Alexis Marie Pierce "Livewire" | Original Character

[electricdynamo]

Soaking in Your Arrival

“You usurped a gang?!”

“I dunno what your problem is, it's just a little side project.”

“You're running the Barker Boys!”

“Yeah, well, all they needed were some hookers.”

“...”

“I mean motivation.”

Livewire didn't get to hear whatever spluttered, annoyingly overwrought response she was about to get from her actual partner in crime. It probably started with 'you can't just go around blah blah blah,' but that was neither here nor there, because she was suddenly falling, the chill, biting wind whistling in her ears until she crashed into the lake.

She gasped at the shock of icy cold, and coughed and gagged and flailed and generally didn't do an excellent job of swimming for a good few moments. It wasn't that she couldn't swim. It was more that she felt like there were hands pushing her down into the unbearable cold, and there was someone down there, Jesus, what was that?! The strange woman ignored Livewire's feeble attempt to swat her hand away and made quick work of administering the warming potion, leaving the villain to tread water and panic while she tended to the others.

Others? Holy crap, it was raining people. If she didn't want to get cannon balled by Murphey's Law, she'd need to get moving.


The Caravan to Camelot

She gave a low whistle when she saw Archimedes. Now, this might not be so bad. Alexis - not Livewire, apparently. That was going to cramp her style - didn't pay too much attention when he started to talk, being more interested in the smart phone. Yada yada Avalon, magic, destruction, brought here by a familiar- That briefly got her attention, and she glared daggers at the large white dog sitting happily beside her in the carriage. It flattened its ears and shrank away.

Oh well. As long as she was stuck in this cramped little pumpkin with a bunch of strangers, she'd make the most of it, and promptly helped herself to every single miniature liquor bottle she found in the pop-out mini-bar.

“Hey,” she addressed someone across from her. “This thing play music?”


The Red Spring

“Now this is more like it!” Alexis had exclaimed upon entering the room she'd been given. She'd flopped on one of the beds, inspected the games, and flipped through some channels, lamenting that “well, it ain't got Skinemax, but- hey! Finding Dory! Heh. I love that stupid fish.”

After stealing the pillows off the other bed, grabbing the extra blanket, and visibly tilting the tv toward her side of the room, she left to explore the immediate area. Having spent most of her remembered life having a disagreeable relationship with water (up to and including today), she gave the spring a wide berth. It had already been explained that the powers she was used to having wouldn't work here, and she'd have to learn new ones. Still...she didn't want to test it. Even if someone was waving at her.

“No, uh...no thanks! I'm.................allergic.”

No, the training ground sounded more promising. Like the simulations she sometimes had to help develop and test back home. Well...like that, but with fewer computers. Alexis had no idea what sort of magic she had, and it was supposedly up to her to find out. So she started with the basics by just doing what she always did, only with more concentration and willpower: she tried to summon electricity. She probably looked a little stupid, standing still with her hands open in front of her as if she expected to be holding something. Any minute. Aaaannny minute, now.



Foot Races

Alexis would not ordinarily be at all interested in local bumpkin games, and she liked difficulty even less. But she did like staying sharp, and with some creative rationalizing, it sounded a little like a training course. Besides, maybe there was a prize! She could win this; she was great at running (away)!

What she hadn't counted on was the clumsiness (or shortness or easily distractedness, etc) of her partner.

“Ughh! RRHHH! Keep up, Cleetus!” She grabbed her poor racing partner's shirt and wrenched them along mercilessly. Maybe it'd be easier to carry them under one arm if they were small enough, simultaneously trying to blast anything that got in her way with electricity – or if that didn't work, her ray gun (which only got a shot off one in five or six times after getting dunked in the lake).


Sled Races

The sled race didn't go any better. She was stuck on bulldozing her way through, one hand slammed on the shield curled up from the front, and the other attacking obstacles with brute elemental force.

Occasionally, Alexis roared at her partner to keep feeding the sled while she used both hands to deal with whatever was in front of them.


Snow Chicken

As much as Alexis liked being on top (wink wink), this one all depended on the size and weight of her partner. Hopefully, they were bigger and stronger than her, so that she could blast their opponent to oblivion. At the same time, it's entirely possible that she gets stuck on the bottom, stumbling and cursing and maybe getting crushed under a larger partner, or just getting thrown off balance by their enthusiasm.


Brave of Soul

The inside of the cave was damp and quiet, and it felt like she was being watched. Obviously. Alexis looked around the cavern slowly before letting her eyes rest on one of her hands as it gave a feeble sputter and fizzled out. That was that. Useless. She tried to shake the feeling of building horror. Of course she was being watched, this was a test, wasn't it? The only problem was that what she feared most was being powerless. Well...that, and...

Suddenly, her hands were ablaze with bright, crackling power. It writhed up her arms like something alive and settled across her shoulders. She lifted one hand to inspect it in astonishment, back, front, back. A slow grin spread across her face, but before she could celebrate the return of her old, reliable, easy-to-control powers, she became aware of a faint trickling sound. She lowered her hand and frowned. The trickling became a churning which became a rushing.

Uh-oh.

There was a sudden little stream that she lifted her foot away from. When Alexis looked up from the wet floor, a seething plume of water was surging from the depths of the cave at her. From the outside of the cave, there was mostly just silence...until a shriek rang out and she came rocketing out of the cave.


Pure of Heart

Oh, she didn't like this one bit. Pure of heart, eh? Alexis frowned in thought. She watched as several people managed to cross on a seemingly invisible bridge. Without warning, she gave someone a hard shove into the rushing rapids. Whoops. Either they weren't pure of heart or there was something you needed to do. Or...

“Oh, I get it. Ha! I've seen Indiana Jones, this'll be a cinch. Leap of faith. Here we go.”

She didn't move.

“Heeeeere we go.”

She wiggled her fingers anxiously. Took a breath. And then a step.

And with a yelp, she crashed into the rapids.


Celliwig

If Alexis had managed to cross the bridge, she'd have been off like a shot and found nothing and probably gotten lost in a wasteland. As it was, she'd had to be fished out of the rushing waters, half drowned and looking like an angry rat on meth. She wasn't about to dart off anywhere, hadn't obtained a single crystal, and was shaking, hungry, ill-tempered wreck. All she wanted was dinner.

But even that seemed out to thwart her intentions.

“Th' hell is this?!” She thumped her elbows heavily on the table to cradle her aching head, glaring down at the weird little globs and sprigs on her plate.

“Look, can I just get a drink?”



Anything goes!

It's all up for grabs! Plot to rob a bank, chase her with a sword, invite yourself to dinner, whatever! :D

foot race

[prismatically]

[ Easily distractedness??? Stella's legal middle name! She doesn't even have the decency to look apologetic when Alexis starts pulling her along, instead spluttering a protest. ]

But, but, but–! [ She points just off the racetrack. ] It was a little bunny made out of snow! What, am I just supposed to ignore it?!

[ YEAH, ACTUALLY ]

bruno bucciarati — jojo's bizarre adventure — ota

[giusto]

✦ So many bright lights that cast a shadow—

[ arrival + training grounds | open | CW: JJBA spoilers ]

( Bruno is still thrumming, hours later, with a low-humming stun; a bell struck, immobile with too much energy to afford any movement. he’s always had a stony resting face, even as a child, and it’s ever useful here in this strange place, one that he’s still processing as he takes in every new fantastic detail that drifts by him, staggeringly foreign while freckled with the oddest familiarities. a small bird sits at his shoulder, white and softly glowing, difficult to detect before when he climbed dully into the carriage earlier in the day. here in the evening, at the Red Spring, the caladrius’ luminescence still isn’t exactly remarkable, but their glow is a gentle thing.

He stands at the side of the street and stares across the resort town in a daze, watching closely yet seeing nothing that is actually before him; but he’s slowly surfacing now that he’s on his feet again, cloaked in the gift he was given earlier when the caravan was assembling, with his phone put away, barely used in the hours he’s spent sitting with it. the same thoughts replay themselves over and over again — the universe is frozen in time... and all he can think of is Giorno, standing there with the great arrow wrapped by his hand, virtuous, dawn breaking over Italy and the world he was going to bring with that growing light. all that they did, all that they accomplished, all that they lost — Giorno is there somewhere, clutching victory, and Bruno was meant to leave them there, to leave it all there. it wouldn’t be a world for him to live within, only his to help begin, and truly, he was content with that.

instead, it sounds as though, out of the two of them...Bruno is the one who made it out to the other side. what about everyone else? the Requiem, the Boss, his men, Trish, Giorno?

Bruno blinks and looks down at his hands; more vital than they were toward the end, skin buoyant over the bones, he thinks he could actually bleed if a finger were pricked. he was given this right at the cusp, on the threshold of conceding knowing he had done all that he could, all that he needed to do.

something happened, something beyond Requiem, beyond the Boss; Bruno believes they won, believes Giorno won, or would have; how far did they get before the disaster that Archimedes spoke about occurred? was Bruno’s end the way that it was because he would be needed here, to be met by this calamity grinding all that is life to a halting stop? is his duty not yet done?

because if that is the case… Bruno’s expression is softer, still thoughtful, as he looks back up over the resort town. if this is how he serves Giorno’s intent, and the people that he cared for, then — he will have to accept.

where does he begin? as pleasant as the springs look, and while he knows he will need to address some sort of lodging here on his way to Camelot, Bruno wants to find the training fields he’s heard about in between the ebb and flow of his attention on the caravan ride.

if you encounter Bruno here, you may see him returning his attention to his phone — a device he recognizes himself, but not quite so sophisticated as this for a pedestrian personal phone. it takes him a little time to locate a map, or any sort of social media reference to the training fields.

if you would like to encounter him at the training fields on this January evening, he might be noticeable in the lacking light; imbued with magic but with no beginning knowledge behind its discipline, Bruno carries a glowing beacon on his shoulder, which might tip a stranger off as to what gift Avalon has granted onto him in this new, unexpected life. )

✦ But can I speak?

[ Mirror Mirror: Brave of Soul | open | CW: JJBA spoilers, violence, gore, blood ]

( it is all still so very new to him, but Bruno is nothing if not adaptable. study magic in the name of returning the universe to what it once was; sounds as though it requires some action.

a call to action comes — from the King of Camelot himself, a figure that Bruno is amused to think exists here along with the rest of the constantly-delayering Aruthurian mythos he’s come to know, though forgive him for a healthy level of trepidation at the thought of a benevolent and, to him at least, faceless ruler… there hasn’t been an outstanding experience involving such a presence in his life. overall, Bruno hears the announcement from the town crier on the street; competition preparations, a magic mirror, crystals, sorely needed... while fetch quests weren’t outside of his usual requirement in his professional experience once he hit his adult years, it usually wasn’t the key focus of his personally-accrued team of body guards...

but Bruno goes with them to Celliwig. the entire affair reminds him of being a child again, being a runner, grunt work. it sounds important. moreover, he’s curious to see how important this piece of these preparations are.

the caves at the White Cilffs may be dark, but his familiar glows like a lantern on his shoulder, purifying the space of the impenetrable dim; Bruno is cooperative and approachable when the clustered number of them file out of their envoy at their destination, and is willing to group with fellow adventurers to search, given his now discovered and still-burgeoning abilities. (he feels some sort of regret for the loss of his Stand, but moreso in the way he’s feeling the loss of people he knew back home; a piece of himself is missing, but only in logistics. he doesn’t feel fragmented in his Stand’s absence, and...the use of his familiar as a source of light is certainly helpful here.)

as they trek through the passageways, the glow of their light illuminates some mere feet before them — which means they can only see so much ahead of them at a time.

soon, though, a figure appears up ahead, lithe and feminine in a long skirt, short rose-pink hair, her back faced to they who approach — Bruno recognizes her swiftly.

—Trish? ( incredulous, and who could blame him? a calm and focused demeanor breaks away for surprise, perhaps some relief, the thought that any of them have come here too, the one supposed point in existence where anything was left to thrive, how ideal would that be?

he’s primed to leap forward with vigor, to meet her here in the dark, in this impossible place, one that might almost be questionable… until the woman turns around — stained in red down her front in one large swath of blood, eyes gleaming with tears, her hands held out on elbows bent at weak right angles, trembling. her skin is pale and her gaze hazy. )

Bucciarati…

( the choking gasp that follows sounds like it could have come from her, but proximity suggests it’s Bruno’s. he stiffens with shock, knees locking, feet...beginning to feel a little heavy on the cave floor. eyes round, his voice booms down the passageway like thunder— ) Trish!

✦ Well is it hard understanding—

[ Mirror Mirror: Pure of Heart | open | CW: JJBA spoilers ]

( the rapids roar at their feet as the troupe of them all stand at the water’s edge, and it’s clear that there is no obvious way across to the other side where crystals stand in an almost taunting cluster out in the open before their eyes...but not before this conundrum of a situation.

it doesn’t seem that anyone has the ability to transmute some wood into a replacement bridge, either by lack of ability, or by simple virtue of what feels like is a test standing before them all. Bruno surveys their terrain with intent focus, and in that, he finds the plaque in the dirt, strange to have been embedded here if there had ever been a bridge before… perhaps, there had never been one to start with. )

“Pure of heart”... Men of history have taken all kinds of interpretations on the idea of purity, though they didn't always meet their own standards.

But a 'leap of faith'… That seems rather straight-forward. ( Bruno would be willing to take it as a metaphor, if they weren’t standing before an impassable river. it almost feels as though it’s the only think they can do.

Bruno tests this idea of a leap, chucking a small pebble into the rapids...which swallows it completely. okay, fair. the faith part, it seems, is an equal piece to the leap.

Bruno steps up onto a medium-sized boulder here at the edge of the river, looking over the force of the running waters one more time, not entirely certain, but decisive. his body language speaks more than he does: knees unlocked and bent, his upper body hanging forward, as if he might take to a sprint in a moment.

what’s the worst that’s going to happen? dying? old news, honestly. he looks over his shoulder at the person standing nearest to him, smiling. ) It will either work, or it won’t. Only one way to find out.

✦ I'm incomplete.

[ January quest: Shadlin Showdown | open | CW: spooky, potentially ]

( Bruno spots a post on AOL, a cautious and fretful discussion of something lurking, a presence, and a place — the Edge of Dusklight Woods. it doesn’t immediately sound concerning, what is detailed of the occurrences being claimed...except for the eyes. the eyes that follow. the post urges for someone to investigate; it’s when they express discomfort and fear that Bruno feels stuck to the notice, eyes unable to move off of the call to action. he knows what he would do in this instance, were he back in Naples; being here should make it no different.

knowing he can’t immediately fight with his Stand, he’s still trained, and his new abilities are growing. it’s getting dark, something that now doesn’t feel like a hindrance in any way; the bird sitting at the windowsil of his simple room here in the castle feels like an anchor (or perhaps an enabler?)

investigate — that is what is requested, and Bruno finds it surprising that the king’s court hasn’t apparently begun an investigation themselves, if it’s Avalonians posting about it across the city, declaring their concern. see it for himself, and call upon the court with his findings, he thinks… this place has given him a new opportunity, and he’s well familiar with the concept of working to repay benevolence.

it probably is rather late, late enough that it might seem strange to find Bruno leaving the castle, cloaked and resolute. or, maybe you find him flagging down a ride to rent, phone in hand, map of Camelot illuminated on his screen, the Edge of Dusklight Woods the focal point on the device. if none of these, perhaps you meet him...right there, at the Edge, where these mysterious woods loom in the near distance, with nothing but a simple path standing between you and the strange, unknown place. )

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shadlin showdown

[teaserving]

[For the most part, Abbacchio rarely finds himself becoming involved in much of the tasks requested in Camelot. Someone else will get to it, is usually the excuse, and then he becomes a hermit all over again.

This time, he does find himself interested. Something about an investigation manages to catch his eye on AOL, makes him decide well fuck it, go on and have a look for himself. Maybe cognitive magic will make something reveal itself. It's not too far a cry from what he's used to, anyway.

Flying by Abbacchio's shoulder is a small creature, a blue pixie with a gentle face, completely opposite to the man she accompanies. His familiar is softer than he is, but it's hardly a surprise; Moody Blues had, literally, been quite softer than him as well. Abbacchio has his hands in his pockets as he walks down the road, figuring he'll hitch a ride at some point when he's inclined.

He certainly doesn't expect to see a familiar face. Not like this. For a moment, he almost wonders if it's some joke or a nasty spell meant to mess with him.

Still, he tries anyway:]

Bucciarati?

gyro zeppeli | jojo's bizarre adventure (spoilers for steel ball run in 'arrival' prompt)

[goldenphi]

arrival: the red spring.

[ Gyro has had enough time to start getting acclimated to the idea of being here, which is to say that he's about halfway through his stages of grief about not actually being dead. Or anywhere near the not-entirely-short list of people who will either be in danger without him around anymore, or just pissed that he's up and left without even having the decency to be normal-dead. He's had just enough time since arriving to have something akin to a poker face back in place.

Whenever his roommate arrives, Gyro's sprawled across his bed on his half of the room, a small bag of stuff laying on the floor at the foot of it. He looks very much like he's probably sulking, although his expression goes further neutral when someone enters.

He gives only the barest of greetings ('hey') and then ignores any attempt at conversation in favor of short, quick replies...for maybe another half hour. At which point he seems to snap out of whatever his funk was, and reach over for that bag at the end of his bed. ]

You know that bar in the carriages? [ His grin is a bit too bright. Yes, those are customized grills. No, he's not aware that they're both trashy and a perceived anachronism, considering he's come from the year 1890. He chuckles and reaches a hand into the bag, producing...many nip bottles. ] They had a lot of these!

Want a few? [ This is both a coping mechanism and a potentially-obvious ploy to gain enough trust to ask questions. Answer wisely, oh roommate. ]

mirror, mirror: pure of heart.

Leap of faith, huh? [ Gyro's taking this sign at face value: nothing else here has followed riddles or trickery, so...

He frowns over at the bridge, brows pinched. He's seen one other person wander across, so far. It's just that...

How heavy is his soul, huh? He considers his familiar, who abandoned him in the cave but returned on the way to this town and the bridge to its north. She's a small enough horse - pony-sized, really, and that's sort of an enormous fucking shame if he's honest - but she's also very clearly winged. ] I'm guessing you can't fly me over to the other side, huh?

[ She snorts and stares at him.] Didn't think so.

[ Anyone coming close to the bridge now, or who has already passed it, will get the chance to see Gyro...approaching it at a full-tilt run and then taking a flying leap. That's what it said, right? He feels nothing under his feet for half a heartbeat too long and thinks he was right to doubt the weight of his own sins, and then...invisible support is under his boots. Gyro lands in a crouch and nearly slips right off the edge of the sudden makeshift bridge, eyes wide and no smarmy comeback ready yet. ]

...Didn't think that would work.

quest: shadlin showdown.

[ Gyro's still on the fence about how much he believes that they 'can't' send him back, as opposed to just not wanting to, but when he stared at that virtual billboard (app?) he found he couldn't resist the call to help for long. Why sit around in his little room and sulk if someone's getting hurt, or might eventually be, out here?

The Edge of Dusklight Woods is, well...spooky as hell. Gyro misses his steel balls from back home - he even arrived with them, but he can't ever get the spin right, no matter how certain he is he's thrown it correctly... He's slowly starting to believe the assurances that his own powers from back home won't work here. ]

It's not even a power, [ he grumbles to himself, carrying one in his hand as he walks the perimeter of the woods. ] It's a technique. [ Sure it is, Gyro.

As night seeps more deeply into the landscape, Gyro startles when he hears something - another person, also trying to suss out the woods, but he mistakes it for yet another one of those endless pairs of haunting eyes at the edge of the deeper woods. ]

Hey, you! Stop right there! [ His voice is pretty commanding and confident, for someone who's barely managed to learn to use his new alchemic magic to turn quartz into regular stone. He's aiming what he's holding - literally just a small, green steel ball - at the other. He seems very much convinced that this is a good weapon of choice. ] Who's there? Don't try anything funny!

don't see an option you like? feel free to pm to plot, or i can have gyro tag into your character's tl. also feel free to wildcard any of the above scenarios a bit.

—arrival

[crucifixate]

( Gyro isn't the only one who's arrived here with the instant suspicion that there are ulterior motives at play — hard to believe there are any good intentions when one feels as though they've been terribly displaced against their will. moreover, it makes one curious how the people of this one particular place happen to know exactly the solution that the universe needs to return it to its natural state...it feels oddly convenient.

but, Alucard might just be feeling extra irritable in general, given that he went from feeling alone but haunted by what was all-too familiar, to feeling alone and completely out of place. it leaves him feeling more adrift than before, and he thought before was getting bad.

after a silent caravan ride to the Red Spring, he files into the resort with a tense silence between himself and his familiar — a large black dog, its coarse fur seeming almost intangible at its ends, and its eyes almost imperceptible aside from two iris rings staring like stones. honestly, it makes the case stated here a little more compelling... who would give a captive access to more power? he feels the link to the grim like a gravity, telling him that it is truly linked to him...not that he's ever had a familiar before. he's had none of this experience before now.

he wants to be alone to process everything that's happened between the last time he stood foot on Romanian soil and now, so he's glad to be taking up lodging as soon as he arrives...

we all know how this turns out.

Alucard is so spent mentally that when he finds his room occupied by some stranger, he doesn't even know how to react, therefore, he doesn't...which is possibly the worst result, but it seems the man is willing to ignore him in return. he's thankful for that.

he isn't tired, but damn if he isn't weary of all of this, and he takes to lying on the remaining bed in the room — cloak removed and down to his full outfit, boots and all, laying on his back and motionless, staring upward like a body in wait of an autopsy. he couldn't say that he isn't fantasizing about doing just enough work to afford a coffin and take an antisocial nap for as long as is possible before someone comes to bother him again...

and then, the man says something. Alucard blinks slowly before shifting his gaze over to the other in the least urgent way possible. he watches him openly, but with a narrow gaze, low-key but not shamed as the man digs through a bag.

Alucard was actually concerned for a moment that this idiot was pulling out empty bottles, showcasing how much he had consumed, and make him have to hear about it. somehow, it's a relief to see they're all untouched.

still— ) You stole liquor from the caravan. ( the words come on a tone low and dim as molasses, melancholy, almost bitter. it isn't a question. it's clearly a judgment passed onto the man. it's detestable — he should tell him no. he wants to tell him no.

he really wants to tell him no.

he's definitely going to tell him no.

Alucard rolls his head back to stare at the ceiling. )

... Throw me one.

Toshirou Hijikata | Gintama | Prismatica CRAU

[mayoninofukucho]

Arrival

A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival

[One moment Hijikata was pulling a pack of cigarettes from a machine in Edo, the next he lands in an ice-cold lake. Alright!! As he sputters around a woman swims up to him and offers him a potion that immediately warms him up, which helps a lot. Before he can attempt making any conversation with her she dives off like a mermaid. As he swims to the shore he notices a whole bunch of other people dealing with the same situation.]

What the hell..? Was this episode supposed to have an RPG segment?

[Forgive him for breaking the 4th Wall a little; Gintama characters deal with a lot. He won't do it towards other people, though; he knows most would only get confused. Once on dry land he tries to light one of his new cigarettes, only to find them hopelessly soaked. A humanoid figure with a pair of wings and a crow's head approaches him as he curses his bad luck, and despite being used to all sorts of extraterrestrial Amanto Hijikata can't help but be a little startled.]

Aren't you a crow tengu..?

[He heard folk tales of them like most Japanese people, but never expected to see one in the flesh. The crow tengu looks dry and pristine - he was able to fly himself to the shore without taking an involuntary bath. Once he's satisfied with Hijikata's wellbeing he soars up the cliffs on his large wings, leaving the samurai to hike. Hijikata huffs as he starts the ascent.]

Damn. This is going to be a whole arc, huh?

B ⦿ The Caravan to Camelot

[At the top of the cliffs Hijikata is pretty impressed with the view of the lake below, but doesn't lose much time to secure himself one of the cloaks (when Archimedes offers a grey one he asks for a black one instead, and he gets his wish). The smartphone and earbuds are more of an afterthought for him, and without hesitation he takes off his uniform coat, jacket, vest and shirt right where he's standing. He's not getting sick first thing in a strange new world!! Once he has the warm cloak on he feels much better, even with his wet trousers still clinging to his legs.

When Archimedes starts filling everybody in on the situation he listens attentively. So it's another one of those crossover situations... he already has a little experience with those, and even his own world regularly sees strange occurrences, so he takes it all in stride (not that he isn't worried about Edo; this time freeze situation sounds pretty damn bad). He can't see the crow tengu around anymore, so even though there's still time before the caravan departs he already gets in his carriage to be warm and helps himself to some food and drinks from the mini bar as he connects to AOL to gather information.]

Hmm... okay, I see.

[Is anyone totally lost and confused? While it's up to personal judgement if Hijikata looks trustworthy he at least does look like he knows what he's doing (and also like he's as cosy at it gets around here), so maybe approach him for help?]

C ⦿ The Red Spring

[Upon arrival at the Red Spring Hijikata first hangs up his still somewhat damp clothes to dry in the room he shares with his roommate, then checks the provisions.]

Looks like we'll have to keep living on mini bar food for now. Well, I won't complain. I heard there was a hot spring, so I'll go there first of all! Are you coming too?

[Or, well, he assumes it's a hot spring. No one really clarified that to him.]

I think I'll also check out the training grounds tomorrow. Do you already know what magic you got?


Snow Games

[Some people back home would call Hijikata a workaholic, but honestly, who can focus on fun and games when all sorts of worlds are frozen in time and it's up to them here in Avalon to unfreeze them? What's more, he isn't exactly keen on getting up close and personal with random strangers (or brand new acquaintances) and deal with more big and small obstacles than he ever asked for. No thanks!! He'll be a mere spectator to the sportive event.]

Why are these people voluntarily fighting Yeti?! I get that it's training, sort of, but isn't it too much?

[If someone lacks a partner, though, he may be willing to step in if it's really important to them.]


Mirror, Mirror

A ⦿ Brave of Soul

[Now this is an actual mission that needs to be taken care of! Hijikata practiced his magic somewhat on his own in the short time he had. He got particularly lucky and ended up with the same elemental magic he already got to wield once before: fire. Due to this he feels relatively secure in using it, though he still lacks much, much practice. Beforehand he was only capable of producing small flames, just enough to light a candle or a cigarette, and now... well, he isn't quite sure of the extent of his powers yet. Regardless, he signs up for the quest.

He soon learns that his magic will actually be useless for this part of the adventure as it won't work in the depths of the cave. Still, he's not a coward! He ventures forth into the darkness brisky yet with alert senses... until he suddenly sees his commander standing there, seemingly lost for the right way. Hijikata does a double take.]

Kondou-san?

[So more people from Edo are here! He happily runs towards the other man, but instantly shadowy figures leap forth from the rocks and run Kondou through with sharp swords. Hijikata feels like he's been punched in the gut and in the heart simultaneously. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. There's no way this world is this cruel-- but then what does he know? He feels nauseous, frozen in place, unable to look away or even blink as his commander turns his head to him and gives him a pained, sad smile.

When Hijikata awakens he instantly shoots up from the ground, only to find himself outside the cave. He staggers to his feet and makes a desperate dash towards the cave mouth, possibly even pushing people out of the way.]

Stay back!! It's dangerous in there!

[He says that as he charges right in. Hypocritical much? Perhaps someone ought to calm him down a little before he runs into a stalactite.]

B ⦿ Pure of Heart

[After his failure in the cave Hijikata is pretty gloomy. And here he thought he was a pretty unshakable swordsman... the damn cave just found his weakest point and attacked it. How is that fair?! He has a lot less faith in his own spiritual or emotional purity, so he's hesitant to even attempt the next mission, but ultimately his sense of duty wins out, and he accompanies the other volunteers to the long-destroyed bridge. Again they can't use their magic (and his wouldn't have helped here anyway), so he frowns as he reads the plaque.]

A leap of faith, huh...

[He sizes up the difference between the two crumbled bridge ends, then walks a good bit back, sprints towards the gap as fast as he can, and leaps.

His jump wasn't quite powerful enough, and his eyes widen as he realises that he isn't going to make it, but instead of plummeting into the rapids he lands on what feels like solid air. Since he didn't anticipate it he clumsily crumples into a pretty undignified position, but quickly gets back up and attempts to casually jog over to the other side of the bridge. Hopefully not everybody saw that!! Well, if nothing else he can now collect some crystals. While he does so he mutters under his breath.]

This, this is all wrong. It should have been the other way around.

C ⦿ Celliwig, the Splendored Court

[Hijikata stays with the party, not wanting any more adventures for the day. He's even more uncertain of the workings of this world now, and to be honest, he's still shaken up from the illusion in the cave. Is he even cut out for this? Also where's his familiar? Isn't he supposed to support him? He's feeling a little glum, but he doesn't complain about the wait and just ruminates in silence.

As dusk arrives and reveals the true appearance of Celliwig he perks up in surprise. When the party enters the city he attentively observes its inhabitans and the odd animals with their gliding, floating movements. After turning in his crystals he does explore the place, though he isn't intrigued by the only open restaurant's offerings at all (and he has no money in the local currency anyway). He wanders off to the outskirts, looking off in the direction they came from earlier, and lights a cigarette with a flick of his fingers.]

Strange world...


Wildcard ⦿ Quests

[In order to get some gold Hijikata soon downloads QuestBoard to gather information on the current outstanding missions. He makes a post on AOL under username 'hijikata' (creative as ever).]

I'm a new arrival, a swordsman. I'd like to collaborate on some quests, perhaps particularly the combat-focused ones. I can also lend general assistance, however I don't think I can deal with the online trolls. If you are interested in teaming up please let me know.

Mirror Mirror - A (riou doesn't remember prisma sadly ;O;)

[grylls]

[ Riou, for one, can recognize when someone is panicking. Moreso if they seemed like they were a well-kept together person when they had entered. People seemed keen on entering all willy-nilly, but Riou had stayed back to gather intelligence first.

Someone who was clearly running back in would have seen what was hidden within, and seemed like an ideal candidate if he could calm him down. He runs to catch up with the man, grabbing him by the wrist and speaking firmly and clearly. ]

Stop. If you charge back in without a plan, you'll only fail a second time.

Asgore Dreemurr | Undertale

[journalname]

i. ker-splash

[Oh, cool! A plunge into the bay! Super fun!

Asgore does make it to the shore on his own. He knows how to swim. He just doesn't tend to, and for very good reason. Even though the potion warms him up, it does nothing to dry him off, and without his fire magic it doesn't look as though he's going to dry off at all for quite a while. Once he's wet, he is soaked. He's all over dripping wet fur, and he looks like an enormous drowned rat as he makes his way up the stairs. Even his beard is limp and plastered against his face and neck.

Still, he seems...game. Or at least resigned to this experience; he's making his way up the stairs as well as he can. They feel a bit small and narrow for someone of his size, and he seems to be concentrating very hard just on not slipping off. Still, if he gets too close to anyone else, he'll make sure to gather his cape about himself and try to keep from splattering any water on them.]

Oh, I am sorry. Please, pass me if you like. I'm afraid I am being a little slow.

ii. training grounds

[Having somewhat settled in, Asgore has gravitated to the training grounds to watch the other new arrivals practice their newfound magic. Most of them are human. It's strange to see them taking to it so easily - a little disconcerting, even.

More disconcerting still, though, is that Asgore himself can't seem to tap into his own magic anymore. Magic is the core of a monster's existence; it feels like he should have fallen to dust, if it's simply gone. So maybe it has just changed forms? Strange that he hasn't changed as well, in that case.

(It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.)

He can't quite bring himself to approach one of the trainers directly. Other people must need their help more. He just stands off to the side, staring at his paws as he flexes them. If someone is nearby, at least, he will eventually comment:]

I have had fire magic since I was young. But now, I cannot seem to summon it.

iii. snow chicken

[Okay, so this whole thing seems...very rowdy. It's really not the kind of thing Asgore tends to enjoy. But, on the other hand, he is roughly Yeti-sized. He'd make a good base for a person-tower.]

Oh, gosh. Um...do you want to play?

II.

[lucere]

[ Admittedly, the training grounds have become Regis's favorite place to haunt outside of his scholarly endeavors within the library. It's the thrill of combat that lures the old king here, that and the fact he finds sport in watching the others duel. While he might be a little up in his years, Regis is still quite a difficult opponent to face. However, he's less interested in clashing swords and more interested in practicing his spellcasting. That's why he lingers at the sidelines, for now, his black-gloved hands folded neatly upon the hilt of his scepter.

The Scepter of the Pious is the only Royal Arm he has at his disposal, the rest lost to time. A similar story that all newcomers face once they've been summoned to Avalon. While he makes do with what he can, he's not terribly enthused about it. The same could be said for the monstrous-looking fellow nearby.

Regis spares him a glance from the corner of his eyes, watching them idly as they stare into their paw-like hands. Thank the stars that he's accustomed to seeing such beasts here. If this was Eos, he would've assumed this poor creature to be nothing more than a daemon in the disguise of a man. He watches them for a few moments before deciding to greet them with a smile.]

What Avalon takes, it repays in its own way. [He explains tersely before adding a bit more context.] It just takes a moment to comprehend what was given.

Ashi | Samurai Jack

[notmymother]

[A] The Caravan to Camelot;

[The whole explanation sounds shockingly familiar and thoroughly unique at once. The frozen in time business Ashi can easily understand and the magic... well, actually, she can get that one too.

When familiars are mentioned though she has to blink a little. She should have arrived with someone else? She takes a moment then and there to look herself over before she finds something nestled into the fluff of her winter cloak near her neck.]

Oh!

[She brings out what looks to be a pretty average ladybug. Maybe it's a tiny bit bigger than any ladybug she's ever seen but not by much. It's still small enough to fit on the tip of her index finger and an unabashedly bright smile curves her lips.]

So you're my familiar then, hm? It's nice to meet you.

[In the interim where Ashi probably ought to be playing with her phone or figuring out what those little things were given along with it one can instead find her where the horses are at the front of the carts.

She's seen plenty of horses before but she's never been able to pet one. And she seems enthralled by the idea, reaching out so carefully that one couldn't be blamed for laughing at her for it just a little.]

[B] Snow Chicken;

[The game sound simple enough when it's explained in the beginning. Knock the other opponents off one another's shoulders? Ashi almost smirks at the thought.]

Sounds easy enough.

[With hands on her hips she turns a glance over the nearby crowds who've come to participate. The smile on her face is pleased to say the least.]

So which one of you wants to crush our opponents with me?

[C] Brave of Soul;

[If anyone understand restlessness it's Ashi. She's used to training at the very least, day in and day out until she's far past weary. Traveling was new but she had taken to that with equal fervor. It helped too that keeping active would keep her mind off of what she had left behind in her own time and the weight of her guilt with that.

So a request for those to help with a task seemed good enough to her. Was she brave of soul? She wasn't so sure about that. And pure of heart, well... no, she definitely wasn't that.

When they come to the caves she doesn't hesitate to venture forward. She grew up underground more or less so moving into darkness barely lit by torches or those with light magic like herself seemed to barely phase her.

It isn't until the reach a spot where the light she's conjured up just winks out of existence that Ashi looks even mildly on edge. Her expression tightens a bit and the hard lines of her body speak of one waiting for the first strike.]

Be careful. I haven't heard anything but you never know what may be down this far.

[D] Wildcard;

[Feel free to hit me up with any prompts not dropped here or anything else! Ashi will be keen on training as well as exploring. PMs are open for any questions or plotting!]

snow chicken

[prismatically]

Ohmygosh, crush them? You're making it sound super intense!

[ That being said, Stella takes that as her cue to zoom over to Ashi's side. This lady sounds serious enough that Stella's pretty sure sticking by her side is an almost guaranteed way to snag a victory here. ]

I'm in, one hundred percent!

junpei | zero escape (zero time dilemma)

[coolerjunpei]

I. caravan

[Now, Junpei has not been the most sociable new arrival, before this point. One might even call him sullen, because he certainly is, having spent most of the time from the trek up the cliffs to now, sitting in the carriage, mostly just sighing and rolling his eyes intermittently. It's not that he's opposed, fundamentally speaking, to saving the world— it's just, how many times does a guy need to fucking do that before he gets a break?

The turtles were new, at least. Conceptually there's a lot of novelty, but down in the real basics, not so much. He's gotten the loud complaining-to-no-one out of his system by now, even petted a horse!, and now he's settled into his seat in this carriage for a good, hearty Sulk.

For the first, say, ten minutes, he'll offer nothing more than just his name and a vague hum of acknowledgement to anything said to him, and then he more or less tunes out everything else. Window to stare out of, earbuds to use, good enough— he might not be the best chatty company, but he's harmless, right? Sure.

That is until he tries in vain to tap into the SHIFT ability he can no longer use, for maybe the fifth time today, and maybe it's the degree of focus he puts it into it now in this quiet moment, but it sparks life into his new kinetic magic and instead of SHIFTing quietly and casually back into the timeline where he doesn't have to play Wizard Heroes, he teleports unceremoniously into a different part of the carriage.

Is it... your lap? Is it... just on the dang floor under your seat? Rest assured he's as confused as anyone else.]

Uh— what the hell! Now this place has rebound?

[And regardless of where he's wound up, he looks over at where he was sitting a second ago, as if expecting to see himself still sitting there. What the hell ass, man!!]

That... wasn't me. I mean, I didn't mean— Sorry about this.

[Ahem. Smooth.]

II. brave soul cave adventures

[Or: Why did Junpei sign up for this, he has many regrets already. He hasn't even ventured a step into the cave yet, having gotten the gist for what's going to happen from enough people who've made it out already-- successfully or not. A horrible cave of fears isn't, like, the most appealing? For some random rocks?

So he's loitering by the entrance to said cave in his complementary cloak, frowning at it for a long moment before he glances at whoever's come to do this crystal cave mission with him.]

So, since we're about to learn way too much about each other, what should I expect from you...? If it's something like going murder-happy on the nearest person, I'm out of here.

[He will demand recompense!! He folds his arms and frowns even harder.]

Or maybe we're supposed to be the thing that's scary. [...okay, stupid,] Just an idea.

AOL, text, un: junpei

sooo we're supposed to be magic heroes, got that. okay. sure, whatever. 1 question:

is this like a secret identity magic hero thing? do you guys do code names here, or what? maybe teams?

[A code name would be... SUPER dope... don't look at his username.]

wildcard/etc.

[go buckwild my dudes!! pm me if you got any burning questions.]

aol, un: prismpink

[prismatically]

ok so nobody has ever actually SAID we need like secret identities or codenames or anything like that but now you've said it........ i rly want one LOL

gives it some glamor!! makes it more exciting!! that kinda thing.

Thancred Waters | FFXIV

[censorshipnutkin]

Arrival

Thancred was getting too used to random arrivals in weird areas. Between Y'shtola's spell to get out of Ul'Dah and the Exarch pulling him to the first... he was just tired of waking up in strange places. But... being dropped into a lake... That was a bit different. (At least he had his clothes on this time.) It was freezing though.

At least until a woman swam over and gave him a potion that changed that, before swimming off to help other people he was seeing fall in around him. Since he felt a bit warmer, he started swimming for the shore, pulling himself up on shore when he got there. Taking a break to sit and get his surroundings, the nutkin normally at his side hops up on his knee. Well, for whatever changed, at least one thing remained the same.

Sitting on the beach he watched for a while as people headed towards a staircase to start climbing it. He stood, brushing sand off his coat and headed that way himself, offering an arm for the nutkin to hop on his shoulder.

"Shall we get going then?"

Caravan

Making it to the top of the cliffs, Thancred gets the items from Archimedes before standing to the side to wait until the caravans leave. His gunblade was still wet from the fall into the water, so he takes a few minutes to dry it off a bit, making a note to take care of the rest of it when they get to 'Camelot'.

The phone was somewhat familiar. It reminded him of the Tomestones he saw people using back at home and on the first. He poked at it a bit before pocketing it, not familiar enough with it to do much. He'd figure it out later. His nutkin is just sitting on his shoulder waiting with him. There's not much chaos to be made... yet.

(Really, he's going to be standing and waiting for the carriages to go, so feel free to come up and say hello. He's not as grumpy as he can look.)

Snow Chicken

He hasn't had magic in a while. Ever since the incident in Ul'dah with the Warrior of Light and the Sultana, his aether had been distorted too much for him to do the simplest of things. Even traveling between Aetherytes was too much for him. (He'd been getting tired of walking, really.)

So, having magic here was going to be interesting. And he was going to have to learn how to use it. For now though, he'd been watching some of the games and decided to participate in one, finally: what they called Snow Chicken. Walking up to someone, he politely taps them on the shoulder.

"Want to team up for this one?"

[ooc: So, for tdm I'm going with a nutkin familiar and kinetic magic. Which Thancred here is going to be worried about using. Plus, if anyone wants to hit me up with a wildcard, please do! I didn't do the third prompt just due to worries if I don't get my app done in time. Also, brackets are fine, I just like prose for top levels. <3]

caravan

[prismatically]

[ Stella's not exactly a new arrival but here she is, all bundled up in a winter coat and getting into everyone's business. She's been making her way through all the new arrivals, so it's probably not a surprise when she reaches Thancred and says– ]

Hi, excuse me! You're new, right? There's a few people I'm looking for – d'you mind if I ask if you've seen them?

emil | nier

[petrifyings]

i. foot races

It looks fun!

[ Emil gazes at the person who he's paired with and then turns his attention to the magical bind that keeps their legs together. Trying to remove the spell would defeat the purpose of the three-legged race but he's curious about the magic nonetheless. Lost in his thoughts, Emil almost misses the signal given at the start of the race. ]

Um, sorry! I'll do my best!

[ That being said, the group of snow bunnies that are resting on the path ahead makes him stop immediately. ]

We should watch out...

[ Winning the race definitely isn't his top priority. ]

ii. brave of the soul

[ It's impossible to ignore how quickly some people leave the cave, yet that doesn't discourage Emil. Most of them bolted out of there agitated and scared which makes him wonder what to expect to find inside.

Actually, it doesn't start all that bad for him. Sometime after stepping inside, Emil notices some familiar figures. There's a woman wearing nothing but lingerie—a white-haired man is standing next to her and it seems that a book is floating above the pair. ]

Nier! Kainé! Weiss! I thought I'd never see you again!

[ Excited to see familiar faces, Emil rushes to their side, only to watch them drop to the ground, lifeless. ]

W-What's wrong?! [ Shaking their bodies lightly, he calls out to them only to receive no answers. ] P-Please, wake up!

[ His heart won't take losing them once again. Emil's chest feels tight; he falls on his knees, struggling to catch another breath. Tears trailing down his cheeks as the bodies disappear right in front of him. Instead of leaving, Emil remains in the cave, sobbing. ]

iii. celliwig

[ The unwelcoming inn doesn't bother Emil too much; it's not the first time he's forced to camp outside the city, though he'd rather not go alone even if it means spending the night with a stranger. ]

They won't let us in, but we can camp outside, make a bonfire and tell each other stories. What do you think?

iv. aol

THESE MOVING IMAGES ARE AMAZING!! THEY'RE CALLED VIDEOS, RIGHT?
HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE TO WATCH ALL OF THEM?

[ It seems that someone left caps lock on and has absolutely no idea that there's no way to watch all the videos posted online. ]

v. wildcard

[ Feel free to hit me up with something different! If you want to plot beforehand, PM this journal or PP me at koohii. Emil's canon point is endgame (route D) and he will be using healing magic. ]

iv; un: @perfectcopy

[dvine]

I don't think there's a possibility in human life where you can watch ALL the videos that are uploaded
it's just physically not impossible


sadly :(

[Kise sympathizes.]

Also not all of them are fun! Gotta pick good ones!

Mukuro Ikusaba | Danganronpa (Spoilers everywhere) | Magic Undecided/Hellhound familiar

[corpsewarblade]

[ooc: Note, with the exception of 'Red Springs', she's going around disguised as Junko.]

Soaking In Your Arrival (tw gore in link/description)

[The shock of suddenly finding herself impaled by the Spears of Gungnir Monokuma- no, her Sister- had summoned was startling enough. What she hadn't expected was to then find herself suddenly and unceremoniously dumped underwater.

Mukuro's survival instinct started to kick in about the same time the Everwarm she'd been given started to take effect, and without so much as a thank you to the Lady of the Lake she skilfully made her way to shore. This swim was nothing compared to the military training she'd undergone as part of Fenrir, after all.

So it was that she took a seat on the ground and began to assess the many injuries across her upper body and her legs - she'd worry about the cold and her sodden outfit and wig afterwards. Those wounds that should have been fatal.

No, they were fatal.

But it was as if all the internal damage had been healed up. What was left looked gruesome, sure, and her clothes were bloodstained and torn...but the wounds now hardly looked that deep. She felt lightheaded, but nowhere near what she would expect for the amount of blood she'd lost.]

This- this doesn't make sense- how-

I died. How did-?

[A large dog with embers glistening on its fur watched her from nearby, waiting for her to settle before it approached. Once she had, it would collect the combat knife that had washed up on the shore near her and bring it to its mistress.]


The Red Spring

[Well, rather than walking around like the survivor of a zombie apocalypse story, Mukuro had wandered down to the Red Spring to try and clean herself up a bit. She probably couldn't get away with washing her clothes, but she could at least clean her injuries.

Besides, one of the guides had mentioned their healing properties once they'd noticed the sorry state she had arrived in. There was only so much makeshift cloth bandages could do, after all.

So for now, she'll be sneaking down to the spring and slipping into the water, leaving her clothes and wig in a neat pile on the edge.]

Oh...this feels nice...

[Once she was done at the spring itself, she headed back to her room to get changed and get some rest. Mukuro couldn't help but notice there were two beds in here though - did that mean she'd have a roommate?

Well, she'd worry about that later. First job was getting the bay water out of the Junko wig...]


Brave of Soul

So, like... we just gotta go in and face whatever scary stuff it's gonna throw at us, huh?

['Junko' was making her way through the cave with a surprising amount of skill, considering she was wearing high heels and fake nails that in no way lent themselves to the task at hand.

At her side, her ominous hellhound stalked through the shadows, red eyes gleaming like the embers that flaked off its fur. It was a huge thing, nearly coming up to its mistress' shoulders even when walking on all fours. It didn't look like a familiar that would suit a delicate looking fashion deva like her.

Mukuro wasn't sure what she or her companion would see down in the caves, but there was only one way to find out, right?]

Seriously, I wonder what creepy stuff it's gonna be. Like, if it's just some spiders or whatever I'll be disappointed.


Pure of Heart

"The pure of heart will form the bridge with a leap of faith."

[Mukuro couldn't help but frown as she read the sign aloud. Well, that was a problem.

No way, no how, would she ever consider herself - one of the Despair Sisters who helped end the world - as pure of heart by any possible definition. It didn't help that her self confidence was all but non-existent, not that she knew this would play a role yet.]

Like, what kinda stupid nonsense is this? How're they even defining pure of heart anyway? No one's seriously like that!

[Except Makoto...maybe...]


Shadlin Showdown

[It became apparent quite early on that Mukuro would need to earn a living somehow. As her talent was her only redeeming feature, as Junko put it, following up on the various quests and tasks that had been posted on the QuestBoard app seemed like the best way to go.

She was a mercenary, after all.

The quest to investigate the Dusklight Woodland at night certainly caught her interest, and a reconnaissance mission seemed right up her ally.

As such, a...well, what looked to be a fashion deva in entirely unsuitable high heels had fake nails strode up to the edge of the woods. At least she had a combat knife stashed at her thigh, right?

She gave her companion a bright wave, putting on her best grin.]

Hey! Are you here for the quest, too?

[Her hellhound kept itself in the shadows for the time being, its near-silent footsteps and breathing barely noticeable at the forest edge.]


Wildcard!

[ooc: I'm on Discord at ArchangelAmy#4540 so feel free to message me there or PM this journal if you have something in mind!]

brave of soul

[teaserving]

[For as much as a giant hellhound may not suit this teenage girl by all appearances, Leone Abbacchio himself probably doesn't look like the kind of man who should have an adorable looking blue pixie sitting on his shoulder. He's a tall man and fit as a fiddle, scowling constantly and generally giving off the "do not speak to me" vibe, yet his familiar seems so cute by comparison.

Well, who's to say what it all means. Abbacchio looking at her curiously, as if trying to get a read on her before looking out at their next task.]

So you wouldn't give a shit if it was spiders, huh? Well, good to know you're not that easily freaked out, then.

...You want me to go ahead? [It's instinctual. He'd prefer to keep someone younger than him out of harms way, especially since she looked like she's more suited for modelling than, say, actual combat.]

izumi tachibana × a3! × light magic

[currysseur]

( ooc: i haven't decided on her familiar yet, but... here we go? )

— foot races.

( Izumi is no stranger to this. but... well. it's been a few years since she had any excuse to participate in such games, though it would be a good team-building exercise for the Mankai Company, but even then she wouldn't be involved in the actual running of the race.

but that won't stop her! she turns to her partner, flashing a bright smile that doesn't quite mask the nervousness churning in her stomach, and declares; )

Let's do our best!

— sled races.

( magic, huh?

this is the kind of moment where Izumi would really like Itaru's presence. though, Itaru might turn this whole city into a KniRoun lecture, so maybe she's lucked out there. either way, she reads the rules closely, her face lined with determination as she nods.

she's just got to find another type of magic user. so let's go!

hey! this person looks interesting — )

Excuse me, what kind of magic do you have?

— wildcard.

( hit me with something else? if you wanna chat with me about threads, hit me up at isanghae#8071. )

sled races

[tsukky]

[ Tsukuyo had had no intention in joining in with any of these events but she seems to be being roped into them left right and center.

She turns to the stranger addressing her with a curious, yet wary expression on her face. ]

Kinetic. I can move objects with my mind. [ And people supposedly - although she hasn't tried that yet. It sounds crazy enough even saying what she just said. ]

... Why do ya ask?

adrian ❝alucard❞ țepeș — castlevania (netflix series) — ota

[crucifixate]

♱ When my light burns out—

[ arrival, caravan | open | CW: mild Castlevania (animated series) spoilers ]

( Alucard couldn’t recall anything very remarkable happening between then, and arriving here; part of that would be his unwillingness to acknowledge anything around him in general, in those tense and quiet days after his castle became empty again, the trail of guidance and teachings cut to a sudden stop, a void where all of his thoughts and plans had begun to fill the negative space that had slowly been spilling through his days like a staining pool. what to do, now? what was there worth doing?

nothing, Alucard decided coldly. there was simply nothing worth the effort of doing.

he may not feel cold, but he certainly feels bitter; falling away from the world he belonged to (for better or, especially, worse) and into a strange place that suddenly ’needs him,’ cornering him out of a choice on the matter. a frozen universe — he could almost laugh. his own little universe had frozen over months ago, and his attempts to thaw it out only served to ice him down to the bone.

he’s self-aware to know that his internal reactions to this are in the realm of childish; he knows exactly why he would love to resist, to turn away from the call for his involvement, what does it matter, when so much of the world is rotten anyway. those weren’t always his thoughts.

they were his father’s…

Alucard is consumed in thought as he sits on his seat within the carriage, up against the window, one seat open beside him. your newly-arrived character might see the spot beside this brooding-looking man and, if that general vibe doesn’t deter you from sitting down, either intending to mind your own business, or to hook such a quiet-looking individual out of his depths and surface him with conversation, you might be moving yourself to plop right down next to him.

and...the most bizarre reaction might occur, not from Alucard, but the space around him: your character will bounce back, as if you’ve just dropped your weight against a large buoyant ball, despite the space beside the blond appearing completely empty… appearing being the operative term.

when your character ricochets right off of thin air, Alucard jerks with a snap of awareness, turning to look at them. surprise is present in his face, unaware of what has really occurred, and especially, his unknown hand in causing the reaction — but an instinct snaps from him and, once again without awareness or control, Alucard feels in his gut the urge to grasp the other person from falling into the row of seats on the other side of the caravan, and the people in them. whether Alucard’s unrefined kinetic instinct to grasp your character from recoiling backward succeeds or fails — is up to you.

because regardless of the outcome, Alucard will look your character over, unsure of what’s happening before him, and looking toward you with quizzical concern. ) Are you all right? ( the word choice might swell with kind-hearted worry...but his tone doesn’t cooperate with that intent. thankfully, the hollow and low quality in his tone keeps him from sounding too irritated at the strange disruption. )

♱ And when my fire is cold—

[ training grounds | open | CW: n/a ]

( Alucard feels the grim dog’s snout brush his idle hand. he thinks of Sypha and Trevor — trapped in that moment of suspension, is his guess. he wonders if whatever powers that be here are capable of making mistakes; pulling him here, and not them? they might have a better chance at returning the universe to the way it was if this place had called them, instead of him.

...Alucard doesn’t like the idea of them trapped in unknown time. he just doesn’t know how to reconcile such a responsibility. alone.

shared, as it seems to be. he looks across the group of refugees just like himself in this resort town, those who have come here to pursue information behind their newly-born gifts — the training fields. he watches quietly, standing away at a distance from others congregating with Avalonians and others who have been learning to understand their powers. Alucard looks down at the dark dog, shrouded as if by a black veil, present yet almost immaterial at their edges; he’s beginning to think he knows what his powers might have become, and they’re not entirely unfamiliar to him. it’s a useful ability to have...if he intends to assist this world in their pursuits.

does he, though?

he stands aside and watches some of the vaguely-familiar faces from the caravan beginning to test their abilities, meeting with more and more strangers that he would never have known. what will he decide to do?

—before he can get that far, Alucard senses something in his periphery, and in the pivoting moment between heartbeats, he realizes something is about to collide with him; an inanimate object, a burst of a rogue element, or even a weapon. he reacts quickly enough to bend out of the way, but the misfired attack also bounces off of the space around him, as well, purely an unintended reaction. the projectile lands sharply into the earth. when he straightens up again, Alucard’s expression is alert, and he scans the training fields for the source of the attack…hopefully unintended. )

♱ And when my breath is the wind, where will you be?

[ January quest: Bridge Trolls | open | CW: n/a ]

( Alucard isn’t even aware of there being a problem with trolls and bridges — once he gets to Camelot, he stays primarily in his small, minimalistic room, keeps to himself, and in the best of moments, observes the social media aspect of AOL, attempting to learn more about this place, but those bursts are always short. when he gets restless, he walks the streets only to get to where on the outskirts feature as little people as possible. he can forage and hunt for himself, and nestles instantly into a reclusive, low-key presence in Camelot for the initial days in the city, always in between waves of contemplation and mindless functionality.

farmlands always mean the potential for minor prey animals — rabbits looking to ruin someone’s garden, or streams nearby for fish to be found — and Alucard even considers interacting with someone long enough to barter for some vegetables… if he can’t find something suitable himself.

the plan is to roam into the wilderness beyond the farm lands, but on and attempt going west, Alucard finds a disruption along the way; a lost bridge, causing issue with the ability to travel, but more than that. a cluster of laborers, a couple dozen capable hands doing anything but work, lingering at a standstill. the lack of obvious logic captures Alucard’s attention, critical and wondering.

’trolls,’ Alucard hears them say. a couple of workers sit in the grass as if reeling, and they’re all talking with people and pointing in the direction of the bridge. he doesn’t know about any requests or contracts to dispatch the trolls when he approaches (still at some cautious distance,) but given his stature and long sword on his belt, it...might be absolutely possible to mistake Alucard for a do-gooder showing up to kick some trolls off of this defunct bridge. you can’t be blamed to mistakenly assume, and approach him as such. great, you were JUST discussing that they need someone to lure the trolls down from the bridge, or maybe you have that part covered, and seeing someone show up carring a bladed weapon was exactly the missing piece you needed for the fight. bark your orders, noble-minded person! )

plot with me! PM @ crucifixate | EMP @ here | plurk @ plasticlove | discord @ ghoulette#8643

when my light burns out

[schroedinger]

[Well, score one for Alucard's catlike reflexes, because what he winds up grabbing and catching is — not a fellow human at all, actually, but a kitten-sized black cat who somehow manages to put on an expression of being utterly miffed at the weird kinetic disturbance, despite being...y'know. An actual cat.

Regardless, there he is, dangling from the red bandana tied around his neck, paws and legs askew. He probably would've landed on his feet, if he'd had the chance to land at all, but as it is, he's only getting out of this if he starts wiggling, and he doesn't seem particularly inclined to do that.]

Nice catch.

[...Says the apparently talking cat, now, though it's less that the sound is actually leaving his mouth and something more on the level of telepathy. It doesn't make his "tone" any less dry or deadpan for it, though.]

Mind putting me down? This isn't exactly comfortable, you know.

Okuyasu Nijimura | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

[hundredmil]

arrival: the caravan to camelot.

[ Okuyasu is wrapped tightly in his own gifted winter cloak, glaring around the interior of the carriage like a very angry delinquent burrito. His hair is still damp and shoved carelessly back and he's still eyeing his 'familiar' - a dog-sized kappa with a soft, perpetually curious stare - next to him. He kinda wants to trust it, and that's messing with him a lot. How can he trust anything that's already working for this place that's taken him? Is the story they told him and everyone else true?

If it is, how come he doesn't recognize anyone from home? If Okuyasu was putting together a crew of people most likely to help save a world from an apocalypse, he doesn't think he'd have picked himself.

Angry and scared and not sure what else to do, Okuyasu leans in towards the nearest other passenger. ] Hey, what do you think? I bet we can take these guys. Next stop, we go after 'em.

ooc: i'll mostly be tagging out with this guy; feel free to wildcard an interaction or pm me a link to your own TL if you'd like a thread aside from the above scenario! okuyasu has light magic as far as pair-ups for the snow games where that may matter.

[picoboo]

Ehhh?!

[Fighting the people who were rescuing them from the freezing cold was the last thing on little Pico's mind. If anything, she was a bit more worried about Okuyasu who looked sort of intimidating. Now he was talking about taking down the nice friendly people taking them someplace nicer than the cold wilderness and freezing lake?!]

But... why?