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[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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Pidge Holt | Voltron Legendary Defenders

[pidgewidgeon]

Arrival - A:

Pidge was still shivering slightly as she stood on the beach, arms wrapped around herself and rubbing at her upper arms in an attempt to keep warm. Her eyes were fixed on the water where an ice turtle was slowly assisting a robotic green lion to shore. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, how she'd gotten here, or how Green was suddenly so much smaller (and alive??), but she'd freak out about it after she'd confirmed Green was okay.

When the lion reached the shore she shook herself, sending water flying, and Pidge darted over.

"Hey girl, any idea how we got here? Or where here even is?" She was running her hands over the lion as she spoke, checking for damage that needed repair. "Last thing I remember is being with the others."

After a couple of minutes manipulating Green's joints and ensuring the lion wasn't damaged by the sudden bath Pidge stood up and finally noticed the blue puff ball hovering near her head. It took a few moments of staring for Pidge to realize why it looked familiar, but eventually it clicked and she smiled at it.

"Oh! You're like those little puff things from that trash nebula!" She held out a hand and the creature landed in her hand. "Do you know why I'm here?"

There wasn't a verbal response, but she felt something tug at her, similar to how Green communicated with her, nudging her to start heading towards the staircase she could see at the cliffs.

"Well, guess I better see where I am." Freaking out before she had all relevent information wouldn't help anything after all.


Arrival - C:

After dropping her bags in the room she'd been assigned Pidge had gone exploring with her familiar perched on her shoulder and Green trailing behind her. The springs were tempting, but she'd finally dried off and wasn't interested in getting wet again.

Instead she continued walking around until she stumbled upon the training grounds. She watched for a while as the groups ran through the basics of magic before approaching someone.

"Hey, interested in helping me figure out this whole magic thing?"


Snow Games - A:

When Pidge had seen the foot race, she couldn't help smiling to herself and had joined the line to be assigned a random partner. She and Matt had been pretty good at three-legged races so hopefully that would transfer over.

Eventually she reached the front of the line and stepped up next to her assigned partner, allowing herself to be bound to the other person.

"Hi, I'm Pidge. You any good at these things?"


Mirror, Mirror - B:

Pidge hadn't exactly been awake when she'd joined the group leaving for the competitions, but by the time they'd made it to the second stop on the journey she was finally fully present.

She eyed the bridge, the plaque, and then the bridge again. 'Pure of heart?' What exactly did that mean? The leap of faith part seemed pretty self explanitory, but how did one know or judge if they were pure of heart?

Standing back she watched as others attempted to cross, falling into the water below and having to be fished out by others.

Eventually she couldn't just watch any longer and Pidge moved forward until she stood just on the edge of the bridge. Closing her eyes, Pidge took a deep breath, held it more a moment, and then released it slowly. She was a Paladin of Voltron and fought every day back home to help the people of planets and galaxies far from home. She could do this.

Keeping her eyes closed she lifted her foot and took a step, trusting that she wouldn't fall.

[[ OOC: For those not familiar with Pidge or her canon, she's biologically female but had been presenting herself as male back home. Most characters tend to assume she's male, especially if they aren't particularly inquisitive, but using either set of pronouns is perfectly okay with me, especially if misgendering someone causes you distress. :)

Also, will match either styles if you don't prefer prose. ]]

Arrival A

[bowoflightwood]

Alec had decided to take a long walk around and see what he could see. There were so many thoughts tumbling around in his head about where he was supposed to be and what he was supposed to be doing. And none of it matched being here in wherever this was.

It reminded him of the long walk home he'd taken with Magnus when the warlock had temporarily become human and they'd strolled through the streets of New York city at night. Alec had been pretty quiet then too, debating whether or not to take Magnus on in a relationship.

Eventually though he'd found himself on the beach and folded his arms over his chest. He'd been lost in thought but happened to look up to see a green lion shaped thing shake itself of water and his hazel eyes narrowed. Was that something from the Seelie Queen's realm? He wasn't about to count it out though if that blue ball thing was anything to go by. Could the Queen be here too? Well it wouldn't hurt to find out.

So when the person got closer he took a look at them, the blue puff ball
and the green lion. The person didn't look like a Seelie but he wasn't going to discount anything as he was a stranger in a strange land. And while he wasn't used to talking to people he didn't really know well, he tried to think of what his sister Isabelle would do in this type of situation.

"You ok?"

Snow Games

[fancypockets]

"Leon," said partner replies, offering a hand and a slightly distracted smile - he's watching the binding process with the bemused and slightly wary interest of someone for whom magic is largely an alien concept, like he's halfway expecting someone to jump out at the end and reveal some kind of trick.

"It's been a while, but I'm not bad. I won't slow you down." His smile widens slightly, turning a little crooked. "Assuming we don't get, I don't know, turned into ducks halfway and have to figure out how to fly the rest of the course. In that case, no promises."

Look, he isn't entirely sure how magical footraces work, and getting turned into random waterfowl doesn't make any less sense than anything else he's encountered over the past several days.

Arrival C

[forgeabettertomorrow]

With a towel slung across his shoulders, Darin is also on the edge of the training grounds watching with great interest. However, of note, his familiar doesn't appear to be anywhere nearby. That alone should make him stand out.

At the prompt, Darin turns and arches an eyebrow.

"Huh? Sure, why not? I might not know any magic, but there's plenty where I come from. Is that your...familiar thing?"

He pokes at the fluff ball in curiously.

Mirror, Mirror

[patchricide]

Oh, this is harrowing to watch.

On one hand, Allura also took a look at that plaque, and has quickly grasped the concept as well as Pidge. And as such, she realizes how important it is to not do anything that might distract Pidge or cause her faith to waiver. The responsible thing to do is stand back and watch as this plays out.

But... tragically, she can feel her own faith in Pidge waivering. Because yes, Allura loves her friend dearly, and as a fellow paladin, she's proven to have a brilliant mind and a resilient spirit. And yes, a good heart, certainly. But a pure one?

Okay. Maybe Allura can just... stand nearby, ready to jump forward and catch Pidge if necessary. She's not that much in Pidge's personal space. It's not too distracting. Right?

Arrival A

[faithfulson]

Luke had heard other people around the shore with him, just as confused, just as wet, as he was, but he couldn't focus on them right now. Even though he could hear, it felt like he was deaf; even though he could see, he was blind. He couldn't feel anything -- he was aware of the sand under his feet, the life wandering behind him, but he couldn't sense any of it. It led to him curled up on the shoreline, trying to pull himself together and failing miserably, unhelped by the fact that he was soaking wet.

Also not helping was the krayt dragon (rather small for the species) by his side, its body curled around his arm with its head resting on his shoulder. He could understand what it was trying to do -- never mind he couldn't sense its intent -- but the look of it made it seem like it's intentions were less than kind. Sleek black scales and piercing red eyes reminded him of a certain someone that he couldn't bring himself to think about right now.

It was those red eyes that saw Pidge first, hissing faintly as she came close, like she was an actual threat. Luke flinched slightly, looking up at her, before reaching up to cover the dragon's head.

"Sorry," he mumbled, looking away.

Darin Altway | Original Character

[forgeabettertomorrow]

-ARRIVAL-
A - Kersplash!

Well, this was a rude wake up call. Darin might not be the heaviest sleeper, but he certainly didn't remember falling asleep above a freezing cold lake. He doesn't remember falling asleep above anything.

So, once he manages to extract himself from the lake, after his encounter with the eerie Lady, but before he can really gather anything about his surroundings, he scrambles to around like a cat clawing its way out of the bathtub. This, naturally, is followed by a barrage of swears screamed at the top of his lungs to...well, anyone and everything that is willing to hear him.

It's only after these theatrics, he seems to notice he's not in Anmaral anymore.

"...Wait."

"...Where the hell am I?"

B - Ride Along With Me

Still reeling from his sudden arrival and disoriented from Archimedes' explanation, Darin is uncharacteristically silent. Cloak draped about his shoulders, he idly examines the device he was given, though it's clear from the look on his face that his mind is a lot further away. He was brought here to save his world? And others? How? He didn't have any mana to speak of so how were they planning on teaching him? Then, there was the matter of his creepy familiar; a small dog-sized antlion with deep purple rune-like markings seemingly scrawled on its thorax perched warily on his shoulder. It creeped the hell out of him, but he couldn't help but wonder if the shape it took meant something.

After all, Darin was far from a normal human back home. He was something terrible. Something that, in his opinion, was more likely to do more harm to this world than good.

He sighs, his familiar clicking and chittering as if trying to get him to cheer up.

"At least this place is kinda similar to home. If they thing I can learn magic this time around, maybe I'll give it a shot."

C - Training Grounds

It's sunrise, and Darin is already hitting the training grounds for some exercise. He might be in a different world entirely, but that doesn't mean he has to skip out on his daily routine. After a quick breakfast and a short run, he's ready to try his hand at learning magic.

He's settled on learning healing magic. But if he's going to do that, he needs something to heal. Darin isn't exactly the type to go up to someone and attempt to beat them up, so it was time to think outside of the box.

He approaches the nearest person practicing magic with their familiar.

"Hey there! Name's Darin Altway, Master Blacksmith. I need you to kick my ass!"

...Good job?

C

[scotch_egg]

Alec gives the kid a long look. He's been standing by the edge of the training grounds, observing and squinting a bit in the sunlit day. At the exuberant greeting he can't help but raise an eyebrow. He's never come across as someone who looked like he could kick anyone's arse and he knows that hasn't changed.

"Do you need a therapist or a pep talk?"

ok for real this time

[prismatically]

[ Stella's still out on the prowl, trying to track down folks who might have spotted any of her own friends arriving. Right now, though, she's at the point where she's really just going through the motions and passively dawdling around places she'd hope to see them turn up. Enough new folks have gently let her down that she's pretty sure nobody she knows has arrived which is... to be honest, a bummer. It's why she's sat around morosely magicking up sparkles for Twinkle to bat at and chase instead of actually being proactive about it.

... at least until Darin approaches. She just blinks at him a few times, like she's not fully sure this is actually happening and then; ]

You need me to what your what?

B.

[thepattern]

Corwin's had his gaze fixed out the window of the carriage ever since he got on board. There's just too much for him to look at. Too much for him to think about. First off, they told him this place was Avalon, but Corwin knows that's impossible. Corwin knows Avalon, and moreover, he knows that Avalon is gone. There are Shadows that come close to replicating it (his heart pangs with the fond remembrance of Lorraine), but this is not one of them. No Shadow of Avalon has handheld phones. Not even the Shadow Earth that Corwin was so fond of has phones like these.

The other thing he's staring at out the window is his familiar. She isn't the unicorn, the one emblazoned on his family's crest, but she's a unicorn, all the same. And for all that she looks at Corwin like she knows him, she may as well be as close to that unicorn as he's going to get.

He's so enraptured by the beauty of his familiar, that he misses the first half of whatever his carriage companion says.

"Hmm? Give what a shot?"

C

[faithfulson]

Luke felt extremely out of place and showed in his body language, even if he was careful to keep his expression neutral. So far his experiences with figuring out what magic he was capable of, and the fact that he couldn't even lift anything made him feel completely inadequate, like he was back to square one on the Falcon, practicing with a remote again.

And he hated that he couldn't sense people around him. He kept jumping over people that were just coming up to him to talk, like the blue haired guy that started talking to him.

Or, well, more like making the strangest request he'd ever received. He stared at him blankly, the krayt dragon that refused to unwind itself from his arm staring this Darin person down with beady red eyes, like he would be more than happy to fulfill that request. Luke, however, had no idea how to respond.

"I'm... sorry?"

C

[rutilance]

Ruby looks up at the man, looks him up and down as if taking his measure, then stares straight into his eyes.

"Why?"

No surprise (not that she isn't feeling any), just questioning the motive. After all, there may be a trick involved in this.

C

[fancypockets]

Darin's approach is a welcome interruption - Leon's been working half the morning, and has little to show for it besides an incipient headache and an intermittent glow around his fingers that may or may not just be wishful thinking. Or rather, it starts off as a welcome interruption. His polite smile of greeting falters at the request, and he squints at the other man in wary bafflement.

"What." It's flat enough to be closer to a statement than a question. "Did someone tell you that you had to get your ass kicked to activate your magic or something? Because if they did, I'm pretty sure they're just hazing the new guy."

C

[unknowntodeath]

Well, that was a sincere request. Archer may not have offensive magic, but he did know how to hit someone.

So since he asked so kindly, he shrugs and moves so he can kick the guy in the back.

A

[patchricide]

Allura, too, had been dumped unceremoniously into the lake, and felt the cold soak into her skin, down to her core, before being aided by the Lady of the Lake. However, she actually manages to reclaim some dignity on her way to the shore — since she noticed a turtle coming to her aid, and wordlessly accepted the offer.

And so, she's riding on the back of the shell when she hears... someone shouting and hollering on the shore. Dead ahead, right where the turtle is bringing her.

... ... ...

"Excuse me," she says, addressing the turtle. "Could you bring me over there, instead? On that part of the bank, over there? ... hello? Are you even listening to me?"

Evidently not. The turtle is still leisurely swimming her towards him.

Riku || Kingdom Hearts || OTA

[consumethedarkness]

A - Arrival
[The plunge into icy-cold water is a shock to Riku’s system, but living his whole life on an island has helped him develop a sense of maneuvering in the water. Though he’s never been in water this cold before, save for that icy, sinking feeling from the Realm of Darkness he once felt. But it’s not long before something is pushed to his lips, and warmth spreads through his limbs.]

[He’s still unsure about what’s going on when he breaks the surface, but he’s fairly adapt at figuring out his way in a new world quickly; one has to be when they’re a world-travelling Keyblade wielder. He’s able to swim through the water fairly easily, but he may notice a few people struggling to swim, or struggling to get on a turtle. He will make his way over to those who looks like they’re having some trouble, offering a hand.]

Need some help?

B - The Red Spring
[After a long day and a lot of strange and troubling information, the inn comes as a welcomed spot to rest. It’s a little strange sharing a room with a stranger, but it can’t really be helped given the circumstances.]

[At least he’s not alone; the silvery, spiritual wolf familiar that he’d come across after landing here followed at his heels, and despite the strangeness of the situation, he felt calm with it beside him; it reminded him of the Dream Eaters in the Realm of Sleep, in a way. And he wasn’t one to turn down an ally.]

[When he gets to his room, and when his roommate-for-the-night comes into the room, he’ll nod at them once before turning to the two beds their room has provided.]

Got a preference on which side you’d rather sleep on?

C - Pure of Heart
[The rapids crash wildly before Riku as he stands on the edge of the bridge, the lone clue rolling around in his head. Pure of heart will form the bridge, huh..? While he knows he has honourable intentions and fights for the side of light, he knows the darkness in his heart is something that could be seen as a corruption to some.]

[But, he’s stronger than his darkness. It’s within him, but it doesn’t control him. He knows this.]

[Taking a breath, he turns to the nearest person who is there, a determined look on his face.]

Are you ready to try?

Wildcard
[If you have an idea you’d like to try with Riku, feel free to make up your own prompt or PM me with an idea!]

C.

[beautyrest]

I am. We can make it across, I know we can.

[Why even suggest there was a way to cross if it were impossible. Aurora smiles warmly at Riku.]

Would you like me to go first?

Rex XIII || Final Fantasy VII || OTA

[feralhumanity]

A - Caravan to Camelot
[At first glance, it might seem as though the strange, lion-like beast is a familiar of some sort. But for any who are sharing a cart with the beast, they’ll see that he, too, has been given the same starting items as everyone else, though he seems to be having a little trouble with the smartphone. He paws at it with his paws, ears flicking in annoyance as he tries to get the little device working. Perched on his shoulder is a tiny firebird, who is watching with rapt attention.]

[Eventually, Nanaki sighs, looking at the nearest person with an annoyed look on his face.]

Could I bother you to get some help with this? I’m having a little trouble.

B - Training Grounds
[Learning how to use magic in this strange world will definitely be an asset, so when he sees that there are training grounds offered to newcomers he makes his way over. It’s a lot harder than working with materia, but Nanaki is willing to do his best to try.]

[His firebird familiar flutters nearby, perched on a nearby perch as it watches Nanaki focus. He’s managed to create a couple small balls of fire, but they fade out after a while. After some practice he huffs, sitting down with a swish of his tail.]

This is a lot harder than it looks…

C - Inn Rooms
[After a day of training, Nanaki is ready to get some rest at the provided inns. But there is a small problem he encounters as he approaches the inn and requests a room. All he wants is a room to sleep in, but the innkeeper keeps insisting that he must “wait for his bonded human to accompany him”.]

No, you are mistaken. I am like the others who have travelled here, I am not a familiar! So no, I do not have a human I am bonded with!

[He’s probably causing a bit of a line as he talks with the innkeeper, but it looks like they are at an impasse. Perhaps you could offer some help?]

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A

[heartlessswordsman]

[The nearest person happens to be Zelgadis here, the brooding loner-type dude that's sitting with his arms crossed and his face almost completely covered like the most anti-social emo kid ever. The voice pulls him out of his brood sesh and he glances over at the talking cat critter, not even questioning how it's able to speak. One of his friends is a tiny stuffed animal with fists for ears, talking cats hardly ping on his weird-o-meter.]

I can try, but I'm afraid I don't even know what these devices are, much less how to use them.

[One thing he does have though is normal people fingers, maybe that's all that cat buddy over here needs right now?]

Amaterasu || Okami || OTA

[thesunawoos]

A - Caravan to Camelot
[The caravans are a nice way to travel, certainly, but sitting in a carriage all day is tiring. One can't help the desire to get out and stretch their legs.]

[So some people who are in the caravans will notice the white wolf racing beside them, tongue lolled out and tail wagging as she runs. Those who have strong faith or belief in magic will no doubt be able to see the red markings adorning her fur as she runs through the grass outside of the carriages. She may even bark at you to come join her for a run.]

[Come on, stretch your legs! It'll be fun!]

B - Pure of Heart
[There’s no doubt that some people will have trouble taking the leap of faith over the bridge. But for a certain sun goddess, she seems to have no problem taking that leap of faith and leaping onto the magic bridge those who believe in themselves can step on.]

[However, there seem to be others who are having trouble finding that inner faith necessary to take the steps, even if they are pure of heart and would be able to make it. Sometimes, even those with pure of heart have some faltering confidence in their ability. For those who seem to be struggling to take that leap of faith, Amaterasu is there with an encouraging bark and a wag of her tail.]

[Come, now. It’s not so hard. Just have a little faith.]

C - Celliwig
[Celliwig certainly is a beautiful city once night falls. It’s a shame that the inn isn’t willing to let people book a room, forcing people to sleep outside. It must be very uncomfortable for those forced to sleep on the gilded streets.]

[Amaterasu will be making her way around the town, trying to help some people feel a little more comfortable. She uses her elemental magic to make small patches of comfy grass and wildflower beds to hopefully help people feel a little more comfortable if they’re sleeping outside. Maybe if they ask nicely, someone could even get a furry flank to sleep against.]

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C

[starshaper]

[It sure is a really beautiful city! Usagi could stare all around her for a long time but she doesn't want to continue doing so all night, she loves sleeping a little too much for that to happen. But she doesn't want to leave the city either-- what if she won't be able to return for one reason or another? Is she supposed to sleep on the streets, while she stays here because no one's letting her into an inn either? Sleeping on any of the streets sounds really bad and aren't they cold and dirty and uncomfortable and whatever else?

Yes, yes they are but she's trying to sleep on the streets either way by trying to ignore how bad they are. It's really not working very well, she might be tossing and turning all night long until she'll crash to sleep eventually. There's still a long, long way for that accidental crash to happen, when someone suddenly interrupts the girl by making that grass and flowers bed for her.]

Wooooooooooow!! [Usagi sits up, gasps and stares all around her, wide-eyed and completely amazed by her skills. She turns to look at Amaterasu with a smile on her face.]

That's amazing, thank you so much! Ah, I'm Usagi Tsukino, what's your name?

[ ... Not that she has any idea about whether or not the wolf can talk or even understand her but it wouldn't be the biggest surprise ever to her. Though Usagi has Animal magic, she may be able to understand her that way too. ]

Ruby Nakamura | Original canon | OTA

[rutilance]

[ I'm planning to app next cycle instead of this one, just as a heads up! :D ]

A: Soaking in Your Arrival

It wasn't that she disliked swimming, it really wasn't! It was that she didn't like swimming in water that was trying really hard to form ice on the top of it. So by the time she got to shore she was already annoyed, and seemed to only get more and more so as she argued with one of the local turtles that kept following her with a hoodie.

"It's not mine!"

The fox spirit floating by her head cackled, swirled around her once, then appeared to whisper in her ear.

The girl wrinkled her nose before crossing her arms and replying with even more annoyance. "It's not though!"

Perhaps an outsider could help with this most... Silly of arguments.


B - The Caravan to Camelot

Whether the girl got help with her turtle problem or not she ends up wearing the hoodie around her waist by the time she's in the back of the caravan with everyone else. As she huddles up in her winter cloak she can't help but look around, taking in all of the faces she can, trying to memorise them.

As she gazes at the others, her fox spirit, deciding to be more corporeal than on the beach, jumps into the lap of another passenger. As it sits there it begins to preen itself delicately, without regard to what either person involved wants.

The girl in turn crosses her arms and looks to the other passenger. "If you push him off roughly I won't blame you."

The fox spirit gives an inhuman cackle, as if this is all so very funny to it.


C - The Red Spring

For a few hours before bed the child can be seen running the obstacle course. Despite it being more habitable for taller people she manages it with what appears to be practice. Climbing, tumbling, moving hand after hand where there are ropes to traverse, she seems almost like she's in her element.

As she goes from one part of the course to another a bird flies ahead of her, circling and examining the coming obstacles before flying back and circling her head. Perhaps there's something to that?

By the end of the night though, whether someone interrupts her training or not, she's bathed and made her way into the inn room. She looks around and notices her room mate. She's silent for a moment, then opens her mouth.

"I'm Ha-.. I'm Ruby." For all she'd looked at home on the obstacle course she now looks incredibly awkward, shifting her weight under the too-large backpack on her shoulders.

B

[heartlessswordsman]

If this had just been someone's pet, the hooded man who apparently now has a weird fox in his lap might have just let it hang out there, or gently tried to coax it off without becoming too annoyed. Just a dumb animal, right? So whatever. Buuut no, this thing is obviously intelligent enough to know that it's being a pain in the ass, and seems to be doing so on purpose. That is enough to annoy him, so he glances over at the girl.

"If you say so." So he does, he shoves the cackling critter right off his lap. It's the fox's own fault, really. Maybe don't jump on the biggest asshole in the carriage, huh?

Princess Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[patchricide]

Arrival - A - Soaking in Your Arrival

"It is you, isn't it?"

It's a lovely voice, colored with a lilting accent straight out of a high fantasy movie. The source is a woman with pointed ears and a cloud of white hair, impressive in volume even while it dries from her dive into the lake. Instead of worrying about drying off, she's talking to something else that washed up on the shore: a quartet of tiny mice, each one a cute but unearthly pastel color, who are trying their hardest to pantomime an answer to her.

Apparently, that's not good enough to stop her from pouting. "... I'm sorry. Of course I recognize all of you! But I've grown so accustomed to hearing your voices. This is..." There's hesitation. She's picking her words carefully, not wanting to worry her beloved pets. "... it's strange."

While three of the mice seem to be thinking over their response to that, the pink one turns to survey their surroundings from between the woman's fingers. And then, noticing that they have an eavesdropper, starts waving wildly for attention. You can help them, right? Why else would you be listening in?


Snow Games - B - Sled Races

For the first event, Allura had been incredibly enthusiastic and competitive, and even on the sidelines had been cheering as loudly as she could without disrupting her image as a pleasant, dignified princess. However, during the race itself she might have pushed her partner a bit too hard, as the other person had declined to join her for the next event.

Which is why she's looking around for a fellow sled driver, with the same awkward energy as that one guest at a party who barely knows anyone there. Truthfully, if it wasn't required to pair up, she would probably be more comfortable taking the sled for a joyride on her own. That way, she wouldn't have to worry about maintaining any sort of image in front of another person. But, rules were rules, and she would rather keep herself in line than miss out on a thrillride.

Well, she's not going to get anywhere by waiting for someone else to ask her. So she walks up to the most promising candidate she can see, and asks:

"Do you have a partner for the sled race, yet?"


Mirror, Mirror - A - Brave of Soul

"Nothing so far... any further, though, and we'll be in complete darkness."

The princess hadn't shown any hesitation entering the cave, not even hesitating at the concept of a trial of courage. It might seem uncharacteristically brash, if you take Allura's refinement as a mark of someone quite reserved — but really, it's not. If you were there when she calmly decided to take down a universe-spanning empire, you'd probably be less surprised.

So even though it's not wise to forge forward, she sighs in resignation. "We have to keep going." And she continues into complete darkness, and beyond that.

And she only hesitates when it stops being complete darkness. At a certain point, the cave starts to glow in deep, unsettling tones of red. Just enough to see the whole cave start to shake and tremble, while a low roar starts to grow in your ears.

The source of the light is something far, far down one of the paths of the cave — one that is drawing nearer, and accelerating at an alarming rate. As it grows more visible, you might start to recognize it as a pattern similar to the surface of a star, filling the entirety of the tunnel like a wall of cosmic fire. It promises to swell to the point of consuming everyone here, like a swift, unstoppable wave of lava.

And Allura... has the look of a deer caught in headlights, since there's very little she can do about that. Except mutter an oath of "Oh, quiznak."


Mirror, Mirror - C - Celliwig, the Splendored Court

Her head is on a swivel as she walks through the city streets. There's nothing about the city that seems wrong, save for the cold welcome the group has received, paired with its importance in this mission. Surely, if there was a point where something would go wrong, this is it. Right?

Instead, nothing. It's a peaceful quiet, not a tense one. "Let's keep looking around a bit more. If nothing else, at least it's a beautiful place to be sightseeing." For a moment, her eyes seem to sparkle as much as the city around her, betraying her excitement.

But she manages to keep up the impression of a mature, serious adult on a mature, serious mission... right up until she sees the restaurant, and some of the unusual foods they're eating. And while she tries to be subtle about her piqued curiosity, there's a note of giddiness in her voice as she asks, "Say, are you feeling peckish? Perhaps we ought to have a meal while we're here."

It's probably a weird thing to get excited about, right? But perhaps, even if you're not familiar with alien tastes, you can still understand how the bright colors and bubbly shapes would be enticing, almost like candy.


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Sled

[saxsongs]

Ren hasn't really planned on participating in the games, but since he was already there he might as well at least hear someone out. Especially when a beautiful woman like Allura was talking to him.

"I do not, though truthfully, I'm not sure what I would be able to do. I possess Healing magic."

Unless an obstacle really needed a healing touch, he supposed. "Of course I can provide the sled with magic, but otherwise I might be more of a burden."

Zuko | Avatar: the Last Airbender

[rediscovering]

» Arrival

[ An unexpected plunge into icy cold oceans does not make for a happy firebender. He's a competent swimmer, enough to annoyedly push turtles out of his way on his way to shore, but he's none too calm about his situation — in fact, he's furious. It's not Zuko's fist time being spirited away to another realm; he's just arriving from a six-month-long stay in Prismatica, where he lived a life of willing poverty for sheer resistance of intimacy, but nevertheless made deep friendships and lived a peaceful life, which were both now... gone... along with his own real world, apparently, if he didn't do his best here to save it, as if that weren't what he was doing at home, too. He'd had an existential crisis knock him out of commission for a week upon his first veer off destiny's path, but this one mounting now just felt spiteful. He'll not be a good companion for anyone in any sense, more likely than not, for the first week here, but he'll will himself conscious for it, at least, since this ain't his first time at the alternate-reality rodeo...

Find him having a public meltdown, fuming and seething to himself on the beach once escaping the freezing waters, dripping wet and cursing the turtles bringing him his belongings, in spite of himself. Maybe you've found yourself in the same caravan as him, where he's no more fun; he'll barely fidget with the device, won't strike up friendly conversation with friendly strangers, won't drink from the mini-bar... No, he'll just wrap up in himself with legs splayed to keep maximum distance in his personal bubble, glare out the window, and maybe grumble or sigh occasionally. If you're the lucky turtle-ducky to find yourself rooming with him, you might find a slightly softer (though no more agreeable) fire prince in the inn, a roll of parchments with various small paintings on them spread across the bedspread before him, a pensive, distraught look on his face as he examines each sheet. In the morning, though, is where he'll shine: Zuko's at the training ground at the birth of sunlight, determined to start practicing his new magic. All he knows is he can't make fire, and he's going to lose his absolute shit if he can't regain his flames, like... tomorrow. Unfortunately, it seems he's just full of hot air — literally. With his new elemental magic, any firebending forms he tries just produce puffs of unintentional airbending, and a whole lot of frustration. He doesn't know he's now an Avatar yet, essentially. ]


Mirror, Mirror

A » Unquestionable Honor

[ Zuko is an exceptionally brave boy, for better or worse. While he may be reckless, however, he's not fearless by any means. It's just that his fears are rather— entrenched. He's never met a battle he was afraid to join, even if he shouldn't, or an adventure too intimidating to avoid, even if he should. His fears are more conceptual; philosophical worries, deep self-criticism, misdirection... Fears of his own moral bankruptcy, abandonment, latent dishonor. So given the inconcrete nature of his innermost fears, illusions of these doubts are all but entirely convincing and realistic, without any logical tells physically to show that it's not just... typical. That said, it's promising too because it means he already knows how to defeat his demons — and already knows that he knows how, too. Overcoming one's darkest sense of self is no easy task alone; in fact, it's impossible, and it took him the better part of four years to realize it, only with the support of his wise, kindhearted uncle... Someone he's sorely missing now finding himself in Avalon — especially in this instance, facing his own fears of innate disgrace in a dank cave with no magic, where the old man's guidance would be more useful than ever. But any friends he finds himself with in the cave, old or new, can be of just as much help. People need to reflect on themselves, but sharing yourself with another person allows them to be like a mirror; so any glimmer of light you share will shine on both of you, leading the way as it's revealed. ]


B » A Pure Heart

[ After overcoming fears of being just, like, a terrible person at his core, and still coming out of the cave triumphant, the invisible bridge seems less challenging now than maybe it otherwise would. Beyond this, Zuko is courageous, trusting, and thickheaded — pure of heart, indeed. For someone who's plagued with doubt, he's also rather confident, maybe overly so, and more often than not acts before thinking. Watching the others successfully crossing the bridge briefly before trying anything himself, it doesn't take him long to take a stab at it. Before he does, though, he turns to his partner to make a wry joke... except he's entirely serious, so it's not really a joke, is it? ]

Hey — let's jump off the cliff. Literal leap of faith.

C » High Ideals

[ It'd been a long and arduous day on this mission, leaving Zuko looking pretty haggard, with a lot of confrontation within and without himself. Zuko's not exactly the social butterfly drawn to the big groups, or in this case more like a moth drawn to the prismatic city of light. He's not exactly tired, but he's done. He's beelined for the outskirts of the iridescent city by the end of the night, determined to get away from the hustle and bustle. The city was stunning, but it was a heavy emotional load to bear to get there, especially for being so new to this realm, still in shock of his situation. He'd explored a bit but the novelty is not as absorbing for him as it is for maybe most. He needs time to think and rest. There's a lot on his mind. He's set up "camp" on his own, content to just lie in some grass to sleep, no frills. But before that, he'll spend a contemplative silence gazing at the stars above. There's a lot out there to contemplate. He's got to rather literally think about his place in the universe tonight, and that's a real brain-buster. Maybe he'll ruminate aloud to the right person; maybe another might break his revery, for better or worse. Either way, company is appreciated whether he appreciates it or not. ]

beach arrival as promised with hugs

[bendless]

[Sokka is here to check if there are newbies and despite their rough start and history, Sokka is glad to see Zuko.

In fact, he's do glad he's giving Zuko a hug.]

Zuko...! Finally. You can help me finish my training.

[No, really, he's glad to just see him but bonus.]

Leon Kennedy | Resident Evil 2 (remake)

[fancypockets]

Arrival A
While the concoction the strange woman in the water had tipped down Leon's throat insulates him from the worst effects of the freezing water, it has absolutely no analgesic effect. By the time he manages to make it to water shallow enough that he can put his feet down and trudge the rest of the way in, his shoulder - seeping red beneath increasingly dingy bandages - is a gnawing misery, and he's acutely aware of each and every nick and scrape he'd previously managed to ignore through stubbornness and sheer necessity.

Hopefully whatever this place is, it has antibiotics by the gallon.

He stumbles as he comes clear of the water, the abrupt lack of resistance throwing off his balance, hissing out a low "fuck" as he catches himself on one knee and his uninjured right arm. He stays there for a few seconds, head bowed and breathing heavy, a weary, gore-splattered spectre in sodden tactical gear that did not remotely make the swim any easier, before shaking off the temptation to sit down in the sand and not move for a while. He shoves himself to his feet, scanning the ice-rimmed beach with an intensity that's three parts caution to one part hope, before picking his way cautiously towards the nearest person who appears to have succumbed to the siren song of sitting down and resting for a goddamn minute.

"Hey, come on," he says, concern clear despite the drag of exhaustion. "We should keep moving."

Because freezing on the beach after the warming potion runs out would suck, right?

Arrival B
By the time Leon's been herded into one of the caravans by his familiar, a rottweiler-sized griffin that looks like someone had crossed a whiskey jack with a silver tabby, his ability to register the cold has begun to return. The heating, out of place as it seems in a vehicle that looks like it belongs to the previous century, is welcome - he's still clammy and chilled from being dunked in the bay, but at least he's not actively freezing.

He leans forward to inspect the minibar, sifting through the bottles, making note of labels both familiar and alien, then running his fingers over the mechanism with the absent air of someone who's searching less out of any expectation of the unusual, and more as something to do while the bulk of his attention is taken up processing his current situation.

And there's definitely a lot to process.

His gaze snaps up when there's a hint of movement at the carriage door, and his hand drops back beneath his cloak. The momentary tension bleeds out of his posture when he registers another import, however, and he offers a weary smile. "Come on in. There's room."

Mirror, Mirror A - (prompt is safe, but CW: zombies for this option)
The beam of Leon's flashlight doesn't do much to alleviate the clinging darkness of the cave, and between the nature of the test and the similarity between dank, dark cavern and dank, dark concrete passageways, he's tense and braced for trouble long before he hears the scraping, unsteady steps and ragged snarling cry from around the next bend. He slows his already cautious steps, free hand going out to stop whichever adventurous soul had entered the cave alongside him.

"Stay back," he warns, voice pitched as low as he can make it and still be heard by his companion, in hopes of not alerting the thing beyond and rendering the point moot.

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Arrival A. I'm sorry I'm just seeing this! Life was a thing last week :<

[cameprepared]

Claire hadn't seen Leon initially. It'd been a hectic scramble making sure Sherry got taken up the hill and into a warm and dry caravan car, but once that was done she'd headed back down to do one last pass for other castaways. Her familiar loped along at her side, a huge black dog with coal-red eyes burning in the gloomy afternoon, tongue lolling out.

She'd just knelt down to scratch at her familiar's ears when she'd heard someone lurching out of the water. Turning at the sound of a familiar voice, Claire's face lit up in a wide smile.

"Well, well, fancy seeing you here," she says with a laugh, trotting across the sand with her familiar at her side.

"We should keep moving, yeah. You good to move, Leon?"

[wizardbard]

(ARRIVAL):
💠 [A] [Free Fallin'] 💠

OH FUZZBUCKEEEEEETS-!

[That at least seemed to be last words that Douxie managed to cry out before being fully submerged in the icy depths. It was all a sudden whirlwind honestly. He didn't expect transportation magic on him so suddenly, sure he was currently on the duty from protecting his friend Nari from the Arcane Order. But this was just completely out of nowhere, even for them!

No time to speculate though, Douxie was currently being tossed into this cold abyss after all. It wasn't until he felt the hands of someone take hold and released his lips to fill his body with the warm potion given to him. Finally able open his eyes as he felt his body able to move and strength recover into his body did he see this lady under water who seemed to be helping others in this endeavor. Not the only one in this predicament it seems.

Figuring Douxie needed to come to the surface to breath first before asking questions. He took a chance of his recovered strength and started to swim to shore. Taking a gasp of breath as he splashed out onto the white sand. Looking around him, vision still blurry from water. He let himself rest as he eventually crawled down to sit and survey this world around him.]

Where... Where am I?

💠 [B] [Brave New World] 💠

[Finding out about this new familiar, Douxie noticed the creature did at least look a lot similar to his own one back home, Archie. Hopefully after a while they will get to know each other better. At least until he can get back home.

What confused this young bard the most, was that this place was also called Camelot. It certainly wasn't the one he was familiar with... Or grew up in 900 or so years ago. It wasn't too long ago that it was just a floating fortress that crashed on his former king. But here, it was once again an actual place, but not like in the old days, nor did it look anything like he remembered.

Once introduced to Archimedes who was offering rides, Douxie took it upon himself to try to learn as much as he could about this world. He asked around what he could before given a new smart phone. Taking no time but to place his hood up with his headphones in like he did back home. His eyes darting quickly as he browsed this world's online service to see everything he can find out. Sitting in the carriage, seemingly very tense in reading whatever he can find on his phone.]

💠 [C] [Old Black Magic] 💠

[Thankfully the ride was taking a break from the journey in the Red Spring. This gave a chance for Douxie to learn about his new magic. He was a little miffed that after 900 years of learning about his powers with his master Merlin, it seems he's gotta start over again for this world.

Douxie took his turn to enter the training grounds outside of the inn with his new familiar. Taking a breath as he tried to wave his hand movements of his old magic, hoping something will come out, but no luck. He gave a grumble as he tried to recite another incantation but again nothing.

Giving a huff as Douxie sat down trying to think, playing with a rock in his hand. Debating with himself to not be stubborn and ask for help, because he metaphorically an old dog being taught new tricks.

Although... the rock seems to now be floating in hand on accidental kinetic energy, but he wasn't noticing through his frustration.]

(Snow Games):
💠 [B] [Sleigh Ride] 💠

[Seems that this Camelot wasn't so bad. They had some snow games, one of them being xled races. Douxie walked along the path watching groups go around in their own starting points. Looking at the sleds with curious observation.

Well seeing as Douxie had kinetic powers, it could be proved quite useful in this race. Now... To find a partner. His black gloves rubbing his chin as he gave a hum. Wondering if there was anyone who was available to participate with him at least.]

(Mirror Mirror):
💠 [B] [Owner of a Lonely Heart] 💠

So... Pure of heart?

[After reading the plaque, Douxie give out a hum as he observed the depths of the rapid stream. Frowning, Douxie held himself close. He's no one special, really. He doesn't consider he'd be someone as important like that. Pure of heart must be considered someone known for everything they do.

Douxie? He always considered himself to just be the pawn in the game of life... Well so to speak, anyway. Sure he's helped others so many times, but he always believed that one should be loyal to your friends. That hardly counts, he's no hero really, just a helper to make things right before things go wrong. Douxie gave a sigh as he sat down trying to think. Maybe there was another way around this.]

A

[censorshipnutkin]

You know, that's the question of the hour.

[Thancred's standing nearby, nutkin on shoulder as he's looking at the newest person to climb out of the water. He was watching for anyone he might know. Walking over, he stands nearby.]

Myself, I'm hoping we get answers soon.