TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 6

[avalonmods]

Check out the OOC intro meme for this month to say hi to new players/characters!

{ 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 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 still chilly, but not enough that you can't manage on your own. The Lady of the Lake is swimming around under the water, but seems to be focusing on coordinating a band of mossatees to help rescue any wayward new arrivals. Mossatees are a special Avalonian manatee that is green in color and has what appears to be a patches of grass or other short plant life growing on its back. While some are fully green, many sport blooming flowers or fairy circles of mushrooms. If anyone tries to ask the Lady of the Lake for directions, she will direct you to Archimedes at the Rent-a-Ride. Those with animal magic may get their info from the manatees, though may notice that they're really overly friendly and have zero concept of personal boundaries. Everyone may notice they have no concept of personal space, as they will happily run right into someone's belly for a snoot squishing. 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. *Reminder: Your character's familiar may or may not be with your character in their initial plunge. If the familiar isn't partial to water, it may meet your character on the beach or sit atop their head while they swim. Or if they are, they might splash about and swim alongside your character. Familiars have different personalities and body specs and we leave those up to the players. 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 animal-themed ponchos and tell them to "Check the Shit Box." The "Shit Box" refers to wardrobe more formally known as the Wardrobe of Finding, a hammerspace-like wardrobe that opens to each person's items and pets when the person touches the handle. It was recently enchanted by Merlin to prevent people from having to fish their waterlogged possessions and pets out of the water with them. From there, Archimedes directs everyone to settle in groups into modernized carriages pulled by horses and gives 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. Which given the fact that it's pouring down rain in April? Not ideal. You were only given ponchos, not rain boots. 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. Unfortunately, due to a bee infestation and massive amounts of rain, the hot springs of the Red Springs are not available this month! Instead, an underground salt cave is offered as a way to relax and unwind. Gather around in the rejuvenating, dimly lit caves and breathe in the relaxing effects of salt crystals. Feel the sand between your toes, or if you don't like sand, try one of the many pools with tiny garra rufa for a fish pedicure. Or, lie down in a recliner and stare up at the "stars"-- magic sparkles in the ceiling that move to spell out single-word concepts you may be experiencing. (Maybe you're relaxed? You might get something like "Chill." Find your relaxation buddy hot? Just be careful to look away before the stars spell "Thirsty" to the whole room.) 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. As it turns out, a mythical land that's been around for a few centuries has a few things in common with many modern worlds. It's got the internet, and games have evolved a little bit past hoop trundling and draughts. April, being the traditional month of mirth and games and lots of rain making it hard to have fun outdoors, is the time for Camelot City Gaming Convention, affectionately shortened to CameCon. Come into the large convention center located in the south part of town, get dry, and check out some of the awesome things to do. A ⦿ Couchless Co-Op Without the massive audiences required to really run MMORPGs, Avalon is much more a fan of couch co-op style gaming. Though most games are available on mobile devices throughout Avalon when they are released, there's nothing quite like coming to CameCon to utilize the gaming stages for everyone's favorite fighting games. Multiple players at a time can plug in their phones and connect their accounts to a light magic-based illusion stage (powered by multiple light mages at a time, once a year only!) roughly the size of a basketball court. Fighting games can be played tournament-style on the phone next to your opponent for some awesome trash talk during your battle. Race through space with this year's popular NASTAR Racing Game (National Association for Space Travel Auto Racing) game and fight off space pirates in an epic Mario Kart-esque racing and item battle adventure with your choice of star ship. Or plug your phone into the stage podium and get away from the humdrum fantasy life by joining in a live-movement game that combines synchronous kinetic and light magic. Move your body in the vortex illusion of your favorite rhythm dance game with a buddy! Or maybe you're more into the free-style gaming of Grand Theft Automation with both friends and strangers-- step onto the illusionary stage itself to explore crawling cityscapes and live the life of crime you always dreamed of... at least the cops won't really arrest you if you do it here. Just make sure if you use magic you remember you're on a stage and don't accidentally send some flying off at a poor convention go-er just past the illusion stage. B ⦿ Arthurian RP in your Arthurian RP None can forget one of the most important of game types: the roleplaying game. There's a huge historical set game going on right now where characters can LARP as their favorite Knight of the Round Table. There may be a couple of arguments if two Lancelots end up in the same game, but don't worry, there's a fair way of determining who gets the part for this game if you don't want to wait for the next storyline: rock-paper-scissors-magic. Instead of the traditional version of RPS, you shake your fists and open up to whatever hand-held spell you can make with your particular brand of magic. If it's something that can overcome the other kind in less than three seconds, you're the winner. (And yes, even healers can play-- some protective magic to block a dark magic pain curse is definitely going to win out, for example!) Either way, once your role is decided, put your acting skills to the test! ...and if you don't have any, well, they have costumes that will help you get into the mood with a little dress-up and props that will magically give you sword skills... though only while using the dull-edged plastic props. Or you can just sit on the sidelines and have a picnic on the concrete floor of the center with a potential new pal and watch other people play-- there's a lovely little buffet table with pastries, coffee, and juice in the corner. C ⦿ It Figures... A convention isn't a convention without a little shopping. Come check out what cool games are upcoming in the exhibit hall, buy figurines of your favorite game characters (or.. new ones you've never heard of since this is a new world, but are still cute and/or kick-ass), and most importantly, check out the cool magic you can apply to them. A spell available for purchase in the convention hall that's popular this year is Recipe: Figure Anima, which makes your figures move in place and say popular lines as if they're an actual, miniature version of the character. It's recommended you practice while you're in the convention hall though so figure experts can help if things go.. awry. People have been known to have their own emotions influence the spell, and sometimes toys have started taking on the attitude of the caster. There's nothing quite as tragic as your favorite angelic game character telling you they're gonna kick your ass because you were in a fighting mood. So OOC. Maybe you can find someone who's a little better at magic to fix the problem? Of course, when the rain breaks through and floods the exhibition room, there's a lot of mass hysteria as people scream and climb up onto tables, trying to protect their merch above all else. Hurry, help someone else up onto your table before their ent dakimakura they just purchased gets wet! Only you can save the gamers from water! ..Or that's what you thought, until a second later the electricity goes out and you're left in a total electricity blackout in the convention hall. It may be a good idea to use some magic to try to light the way and find a way out of the flooded hall... A ⦿ Keep Your Vines to Yourselves With magic blossoming left and right because of the bountiful spring equinox rituals, things have been getting a little stranger around the Broceliande. Though it's always been known for being a little odd, there is an overgrowth of prehensile, very friendly vines populating the forest now. The vines seem to have minds of their own, sometimes grabbing people, pulling them up into trees, or generally wrapping around them as if trying to get a warm hug. Ultimately, they seem relatively harmless.. except when you can't get down from them. Hopefully, you've got some kind of destructive magic that can help you fight off the overly friendly vines as you head into the forest to investigate the strange reports citizens have been making of their friends and family disappearing in the generally friendly, if odd forest when they've gone to fetch herbs or other supplies, gone on walks, or who knows what else from the forest. It seems like the best way to get the vines to let go without magic is to tickle the person the vines have captured, so you really better hope you're ticklish... and there's someone willing to really go in on it. It takes a lot of laughter to get these vines to leave you alone! B ⦿ Selfies with Selkies Those who continue on with their investigation after avoiding or escaping the vines will find a very, very large flower that seems to have taken route in a sink hole in the middle of the forest. Hundreds of vines seem to be coming from it, and it seems like this flower may be the source of all of the vines throughout the forest. It won't attack unless you attack it first and it seems to almost immediately regrow any vines that are destroyed. If the flower itself is attacked, it will rise up and attempt to eat your character with thousands of tiny shark-like teeth that lie where the pollen of its flower should be. Those who try to fight will find it seems virtually unkillable and immovable. It is neither plant nor animal and seems to have a thousand minds and souls held within it that somehow feel incomplete, so it's largely incommunicable even with cognitive or death magic. It's definitely a strange find, and it could be easy enough to assume the missing people tried aggression as their first tactic and got gobbled up... Take a trip up to the Archivist will lead them to find a book that includes information on the species: The Cereus de Anima. This giant flower rapidly grows when a seed from the Land of Rot transfers via someone's clothing to an appropriate forest environment and is known to absorb a piece of a person's essence from anyone it touches with its vines. People often seem to go missing for a short period of time when one of these appears, then come back behaving a little differently but ultimately don't seem to be in distress. No one is quite sure what the cause of this is. There doesn't seem to be any record of there being lasting damage, however questionable the plant is... The Archivist, upon seeing you researching the plant, says that he's heard some of the lake's residents just off of the Silent Shore have some experience with one. He hands you a couple baskets of some specially anti-rust enchanted parts and tells you he was supposed to deliver them to a Selkie man living in the lake for a project he's working on. You and a partner can make the delivery and ask your questions from him. The Selkie isn't going to be particularly friendly to fellow men, not trusting human men farther than he can throw them, but will decidedly try to seduce women as Selkie men are known to be extremely handsome and flirtatious with human women. Non-humans he will be neutral toward. It's best to go in pairs so you don't end up on a whirlwind candlelit beach picnic with a shirtless selkie in exchange for information about how to uproot a Cereus de Anima. (At the very least, the selkie will want you to take a selfie with him before you leave so that you have something to remember him by, and you'll always be welcome back if you change your mind.) Regardless of how much of a challenge it is for you to get to that point, as long as he gets the delivery from the Archivist, he'll eventually tell you and your traveling partner about how he heard that there used to be a village at the edge of the Dusklight Woods that was overrun with one of them, and that there's only one survivor who moved to in a cottage on the other side of the Pure of Heart Bridge.. Those familiar, yes, it is the old man that Morganna tried to kill and save in a quest a couple of months ago! Time to travel all the way back to the Pure of Heart bridge and make your way over to the cottage and talk to the man and it sure seems like this quest is long and tedious and you may be wondering if someone will have noticed you're gone... C ⦿ The Answer is No Back in Camelot City, it seems that anyone who's been touched by the vines has been replaced by a doppelganger in their lives. They're just barely off from the original- they have all the memories, but may be slightly more skilled at things they didn't used to be, or may seem to make less ethical choices than they might otherwise. There's just something slightly off. But when people start using AOL to contact their friends and let them know they've been gone.. well, it may seem like the jig is up, or at least in question. Those who find out they've been replaced may want to return to Camelot quickly to try to reclaim their lives. Doppelgangers will attempt to kill their original if they come into contact with them when they aren't around other people, so you may need to flee for your life if you haven't gotten good enough at magic to defend yourself yet. Around other people, the doppelgangers will do their best to try to prove themselves the real person and since they were made from the original, will have the same memories as the original character so asking questions that "only ___ would know" may not work. Eventually it will come out that the doppelgangers have occasionally wriggling vines instead of spines underneath their clothing, if you're willing to check that to see who's real, but that won't be common knowledge. What can be found out from the old man at the Pure of Heart bridge if you choose to leave your doppelganger alone is that Cereus de anima doppelgangers can only live for a month without killing their original and absorbing the rest of their essence. However, if the original plant isn't taken care of with a special venom you can only obtain from certain creatures in the Forest of the Fisher King, the problem will just keep happening over and over until the city is overrun and becomes nothing but a breeding ground for the flower and its replicas. 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. • You can have any animal-style poncho you want! They are themed, not made from actual animals. No animals have been harmed in the making of these ponchos!! • TIMELINE: The resolution to the third prompt will be in April's event! The first two prompt sets will be during the first week of the month. The doppelganger problem and obnoxious traveling and research will be occurring for the second and third weeks of the month. • People with green magic may be able to fill something off about the doppelgangers, but may not be able to identify what it is right away. Blood mages will be able to feel that their blood feels the same as the original as they are essentially copies. Cognitive people will be able to use their magic normally except for hypnotic suggestion- the doppelgangers are immune to it, so while you may be able to find other ways to out them, hypnotizing people to tell the truth won't work this time. Doppelgangers are made from the essence of the person, so they will be able to access their phones and accounts. Note that the Cereus de Anima and doppelgangers are not fairies and cannot be contracted with. If a Death Mage attempts to possess a doppelganger, it will technically come in contact with the doppelganger's vine and may end up with more than one doppelganger depending on how many times they try it. Siphon magic can be used to destroy a doppelganger easily, however, the essence that was stolen from the original's soul may be destroyed in the process so it is not recommended as the original may start to feel as though they are no longer a whole person. • If nothing here tickles your fancy, try one of this month's Quests for your TDM prompt. • The first "Arrival" prompts are present on every TDM, but contain seasonal tweaks for flavor. All other prompts will change monthly. Make sure to read the Red Spring section on this month's even if you're normally familiar-- the springs are closed this month, check out the alternate prompts! • Questions about this TDM's content? Comment here! If you have a question about the game at-large, please head over to the FAQ.

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Machias Regnitz | Trails of Cold Steel | Healing/Technomancy - Familer: Fanged Wolf

[gunlord]

Arrival

[One minute, Machias was running with Elliot and Fie towards who knew where right now with a hastily packed bag considering a literal civil war just broke out and they had just sent Rean off in the Ashen Knight to a (hopefully?) safe location and thus they needed to get the hell outta dodge only to suddenly find himself plummeting into water? A lake? Something? Did he accidentally fall off a cliff?

He sputtered as he surfaced, coughing and trying to get his bearings because what in the hell-?!

Machias felt himself abruptly on top of a flowery manatee and outright carried to the lake's edge. Guess he dawdled a little too long and while it was chilly, things didn't appear to be totally dire? Once landed, Machias stumbled his way onto the shore and proceeded to awkward stare at his savior because how do you thank some animal and--]

Ack!

[The manatee answered the question for him by ramming into his belly with its snout and knocking him flat on his back, already askew glasses flying.]

Wh-What the hell?! Get off!

[Meanwhile, a wolf sat nearby, watching in amusement even as he dutifully picked up the discard glasses and waited patiently.]

AOL
[Assuming what he was told really was accurate and he may not need to worry about any damn nobles from the Noble Alliance or something from seeing this...]

This is Machias Regnitz, if you're from Class VII or even Thors Academy, please respond. Thank you.

Quest: Librirynth

[Machias shouldered his shotgun. If they were going to be slimes in here, then he was going to likely need it. The only problem was that apparently Orbal rounds didn't exist here, neither did Septium that was used to make the bullets needed for his shotgun. He was going to have to be careful in how much was used. And likely look into another weapon for the time being. But he didn't exactly have a chance to right now. So, he was going to have to make do and hope they didn't encounter too many.

He checked the pouch at his thigh, content at the amount he had so far. There was more in his bag back at the inn from when they'd scrambled to escape Trista, but that was all he had in ammunition. He adjusted his glasses with a sigh and cleared his throat. He looked his quest partner in this.]

You ready?

Wildcard

[If you want to do something else, let me know!]

vines

[schmisse]

[ It's at least with a sense of urgency that this white haired stranger responds. While not a knight, or anyone bound to duty to help people out in this world, Weiss takes on her duty as a Huntress from Remnant seriously. And so, she approaches, unclipping her sword from the magnetic sword holster by her hip. ]

It's not a bother at all, although— [ She stops once she's just a foot or so away. ] How did you even get up there?

[ Looking around, she wonders if there are threats nearby that she should be wary of. ]

It Figures

[recommendations]

[ Momo doesn't really play video games, so there isn't much for her at this convention. But, she is enjoying the craftsmanship of these figures and souvenirs! The artists' handiwork is impressive, and Momo finds herself taking mental notes on the construction of the various swords and polished gemstones. Now that she has something resembling her Creation quirk back, she can start trying to make things of her own.

She's lost in her own thoughts and doesn't notice the conspicuous figure of the person reaching for the same gemstone skull as her, until their hands touch and she pulls back, offering an apologetic smile. ]

Ah--! Sorry, I-- [ Waitaminute... ] Tokoyami-san! You're here!

Arrival (this is Momo mun I was so excited I just had to tag you twice...)

[justlittle]

[ Bean is soaking wet himself, and taking his sweet time reorienting himself on the foreign looking beach before he goes up to the top of the cliffs to get more information. His modus operandi is 'Know, Think, Choose, Do.' He doesn't know where he is, so he has to think about how he got here before he can choose what to do about it.

He's not the only one on the beach. There's someone else here who is... either wearing the head of a hyper-realistic bird costume for some reason (which Bean doubts), or not human. But he speaks like a human. It's definitely curious enough to get him to venture closer.

When he hears the older boy calling out something about a dark shadow, he looks up into the sky. ]

It looks to be late morning here. The shadows won't get really dark until the sun starts to set.

[idleskypirate]

[There was no way he didn't recognize that voice! He turned around and grinned. Honestly, despite being displaced, being without Penelo, Vaan really was taking to everything fairly well. How could he not? Being a Sky Pirate meant you adapted, something a certain someone that stood before him taught. Not that Vaan hadn't been able to before given what happened when he was younger.]

Heh, not like I had a choice. He was there when I got here!

[The firemane stomped a hoof with a huff. Don't be rude! Vaan patted its flank for a moment and then crossed his arms, weight shifting to the side.]

You weren't here when I got dumped in the lake, so when did you get here? I haven't seen Penelo, is Fran with you?

[Or anyone else for that matter.]

[idleskypirate]

[Vaan found a spot that seemed secluded enough. They couldn't go too far just in case, but still, it would be nice to coordinate something. He didn't have Penelo, so a partner in this would be ideal. Assuming this guy didn't try anything funny with him when everything was over.

Once his company joined him, he raised a hand in greet.]

Hey. Here for the quest, then? Nabbing the captain and maybe a ship or three?

Caravan to Camelot

[redchocolate]

Aang's travelling companion was a young woman of about seventeen years of age, though you would be forgiven for thinking she was a young man instead. At her side sat a red, dog-like creature that was small enough to fit in the palm of one's hand; a sharp contrast to Appa, even downsized, to say the least. After sitting in silence for a moment, Akira decided to say something, putting on a steady, reassuring smile.

"Uhm," she said, "would you like some help with that?"

Referring to his smart phone, obviously.

[tantailizing]

[Taking another look around, they shouldn't be overheard - keyword: shouldn't. However, there might be some ears still listening out. Oh well, whatever happens, improvise.]

Yup! Haha, you wanna try for all three too? It'd be easier if we could get a third man, but who knows? Maybe one of these fine fellows could use some extra gold themselves.

arrival a;

[roppou]

Despite the spell of bad weather afflicting Avalon, Hitoya had still dragged himself back out to the cliffs overlooking the bay filled with new arrivals. There had been friends fortunate enough to find him on his own arrival, what felt like only a short month ago now. So, he comes in search of more today, hoping to return the favor--and satisfy his own selfish wishes in the process.

When none that he recognizes appear, however, his attention is drawn to the young boy dressed in the robes of a monk standing out from the crowd and hardly for the ways he looks. By his estimation, Aang only lacks a few years on another monk he would readily call a friend though the similarities end there.

It's hardly the reaction he would exact of anyone finding themselves in this situation as evidence by dozens of other making their way out of the bay, waterlogged and confused. The longer Hitoya observes, from where he's standing beneath the shadow of the cliffs, the more he's intrigued until finally, he can't keep it to himself any longer. "You're certainly enjoying yourself."

training grounds

[divinereaper]

[ Naoto's speechless for a second. Here he was, with a classic spear made out of blood in his hands, but this guy.... ]

... Did you have to cut yourself that deep?

[ What an edgelord, he adds mentally. Now, all he wants to do is help him wrap it up, but he looks okay... ish. ]

If you think you can fight, then sure. But I'd rather you patch that up first. You'll give yourself anemia.

Saruhiko Fushimi |K| Kinetic/Technomancy

[bluepessimism]

Arrival

[What a rude awakening! One minute he was at Scepter4 headquarters, finishing up the last details of their disbandment, then suddenly he finds himself plunged into the water. Not cool. The chill of the water and desperation to get air into his lungs has Fushimi scrambling to reach the surface. Once he gets his head above water, he starts coughing violently, his body pushing the trapped fluids out of his lungs. Luckily, Fushimi knows how to swim, so he can stay afloat in these uncharted waters. His blue eyes try to absorb his surroundings, but nothing seems familiar. Where the hell is he?]

...Come on.

[Fushimi sighs to himself, his tone irritated as he swims to the shore. This couldn't end well. He was just wrapping up one chapter of his life, and now this looks like the beginning of another tedious entanglement. Despite his negative thoughts, his eyes show a youthful interest that his annoyed face can't seem to convey. He finally gets to the shore, trying his best to wring out the water from his clothes, but it's too soaked. He clicks his tongue at every wet sound his shoes make, there's nothing more uncomfortable than wet socks!]

Couldn't I have been kidnapped properly? They better not be audacious enough to ask for help after dunking us in water. What is this? A practical joke?

[He's speaking to no one in particular, just complaining underneath his breath. Still, he's not looking forward to seeing how this situation pans out.]

Red Spring Inn

[ Fushimi's not keen on having a roommate, because of reasons! So he decides to find a space he can be alone. The salt caves seem like a good place to hideout after midnight. He has no desire to stick his feet in the sand because sand has the tendency to get everywhere and he doesn't want to deal with that. Or He doesn't want to partake in skin flake-eating fishes either. Fushimi shudders, thinking of all the feet that have been in that foot bath. Instead, he lounges in a reclining chair, looking over the details of his device and seeing how he could customize it to his preferences. His blue eyes look up to the stars, and words start to form, 'RELAX'. His eyebrows furrow wondering if those words are intended for him.]

Game (K)nights

[Even Fushimi can't resist CameCon, even if the name needs work. He likes a challenge and competing against other people anonymously. So he logs into the fighting game stages with his mobile device. He's fine with people not knowing his identity, but if there's an opponent who's really kicking his butt, his deadpan face might look a bit animated.]

Oh no, you don't!

[He hisses as every move his fighter tries to initiate ends up being blocked. Isn't excessive blocking a cheap move?! Finally, his character's special move gauge is full. Get ready for retaliation!]

Let's see how you block this!

[Fushimi activates the special move, and he expects one thing, but it becomes something else. Can your character survive a 100 hit combo? Sounds like there's some glitch in the system, or maybe someone's manipulating the mechanics of the game unconsciously.]

Eivor Wolf-Kissed | Assassin's Creed Valhalla | Cognitive & Animal

[raven_sage]

Caravan (CW Alcohol)

Eivor spends most of the carriage ride peering out the window, squinting at the landscape. Is this not England? Those were definitely the White Cliffs she was standing under when she pulled herself out of the water, and the landscape...it all looks very familiar to her. She glances upwards out the window, where a raven is circling the carriage as it trundles down the road.

"If those were the White Cliffs, then we must be in Wessex." She mutters. "Ravensthorpe will be further north, then." She has to see for herself if her clan's settlement is here in some form, as soon as she's able.

She turns away from the window, only for something else to catch her eye...the mini-bar. "Ah finally, something to make this journey more pleasant." She tosses you a mini-bottle of...something. Is it alchoholic? Quite possibly. "Come, have a drink. It seems there's not much else we can do right now."

Selkie Delivery

If she can haul cargo overland for Yanli, there's no reason she can't do so here. Eivor has no trouble with her basket as they make their way to the Shining Shore to get the information they need from this Selkie fellow. However strong the vikingr is however, her companion may not have as much stamina.

"Hey. You need to rest a moment? We're almost there, I think."

Begun, the Clone Wars have (Doppleganger Attack)

It's another fine day in New Camelot when you suddenly find yourself accosted by a large Nordic woman with a hood pulled up, who suddenly grabs you by an arm and pulls you urgently towards a nearby bench. A closer inspection reveals that there's a rather nasty cut on on her arm, and on her face.

"Here, sit. No time to explain, just act natural. Damn thing's going to be coming this way anytime soon." She more pushes you down onto the bench before taking a seat next to you and lowering her head. "Be quiet and don't react when you see it." She hisses under her breath at you.

Caravan

[raven_sage]

Compared to Mini-Appa, Eivor's pet raven Syunin is quite a bit more mundane. She's currently resting on the vikingr's forearm, letting Eivor feed her some scraps she managed to pick up before they departed for this Camelot place. Her smart-phone sits abandoned next to her. She'll figure it out later, once she has some time to herself.

"There you are..." She says, letting Syunin eat a few more bits off her palm. "Good, Syunin, good." She glances over at Aang and his...dog? "Is your friend hungry?" She offers. "I have some to share if you like."

[all_the_aangles]

He looks over at the voice, then at her companion, with a smile.

"Oh hey there," he said, first to the companion, then properly to her.

"And please, I can't make heads nor tails of this."

[all_the_aangles]

Not that he doesn't take in immediate interest in both. People are interesting to him. He's the sort who cares.

"Hmm? Oh, no. Appa's a vegetarian. He's a skybison! Who's your friend there?"

[all_the_aangles]

With a final exhalation, he fell backwards against the sand, turning his head to look over at Hitoya.

"Oh, hello. And I am. I mean, for the moment I can, at least."

[blackabyss]

The booze?

[Excuse him, Zidane, he just tilts his head a bit in confusion.]

[blackabyss]

[It was a pretty amethyst skull that he was reaching for. It's sheen reminded him a little of Dark Shadow's hue. But when he reached for it, he hadn't noticed another was reaching for it as well.]

Ah, forgive me--

[And then he realizes just who it is he's speaking to.]

Yaoyorozu-san? So you are here as well!

Haha that's alright! I am all for the extra tags owo

[blackabyss]

H-Huh?

[Tokoyami looks up at the person, frowning in confusion before he shakes is head.]

No, it's not that. Dark Shadow is my Quirk. H-He should be here, but..!

[He looks quite distraught. He looks around, and down at his own shadow, but it's just... a normal, regular shadow.]

Hibiki Tachibana | Senki Zesshou Symphogear | Siphon/Kinetic

[gbeat]

-ARRIVAL

[A - Soaking in Your Arrival]

Hibiki is very well accustomed to being flung into crazy situations at the drop of a hat. It's kind of second nature, by this point. Usually though, she has at least some moderate warning. Instead of suddenly dropping out of the sky towards a lake, really rapidly, without enough time to transform or really figure out how to blunt the coming impact.

(Not that she CAN transform, but it's not like she knows that, yet.)

As such, she smashes into the water with only being able to land in such a way that she did not get the wind knocked out of her, so she could thus then make her way to shore. Hibiki is quite an athletic young woman, and that much isn't a hard task, even if her head is ringing from the landing. She notices the creatures in the water but tries not to pay them mind. Hauling herself up onto the shore, she's coughing up water, shaking it out of her hair, when she's confronted with...

A Noise. A monster from her world that, normally, carbonizes a person at the touch. The only people who CAN touch them are Symphogear wielders, once transformed. As such, she instinctively reaches for a familiar red crystal that always hangs around her neck, and... finds it not there.

"Oh, nuts."

Suddenly, the Noise lunges at her! She gives a shout, slipping on the wet shore and unable to dodge, her life flashing before her eyes--

And finds the grape Noise just. Hugging her and hanging off her arm.

She blinks, EXTREMELY confused.

"Um." She shakes her arm, trying to get the Noise to detach itself, looking around absently. "Anyone... wanna tell me why I'm not dead?!"

[B - The Red Spring]

Hibiki COULD be relaxing and cooling her heels. Sure. That would be the logical thing after getting flung off into another reality and getting your head together.

But, Hibiki's at least partly used to that sort of thing. Not being able to access her Symphogear? THAT, though. That's a problem.

So, she's at the training grounds, but even after trying to pull up information on what her magic supposedly is, she's having something of a time figuring out how to focus it.

She looks at the little grape Noise nipping at her heels, who just makes a sound that comes out as some unintelligible gibberish. Sighing, she swings around and just shouts out at the training grounds.

"ANYONE WANT TO TRY AND HIT ME WITH THEIR MAGIC?!"

That'll work.

Just attack the girl screaming at the top of her lungs.

This will end well.

->GAME (K)NIGHTS

[C - Couchless Co-Op]

Look, saving the world is important and everything, but could Hibiki REALLY turn this down?

Really?

No.

No, she couldn't. After all, when else was she going to have that chance? And there was nothing wrong with enjoying oneself sometimes, no matter how hard she worked out or fought.

...

So naturally, she spends most of her time attempting to trounce people in fighting games.

Because even in fun, her mind only has so many tracks.

Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher

[gynvael]

I. THE CARAVAN WALK TO CAMELOT

[ In Geralt's defense, he doesn't know how any of this shit works. He's been given two little round balls attached to what looks like a noose, a flat device that makes noise constantly—look, his leg fucking hurts, he has a headache, he's not entirely sure he isn't still hallucinating.

Besides. He doesn't trust being in a strange carriage, anyway. So when he's threatened with getting kicked off the ride, Geralt takes that as his cue and decides to hop off on his own. He's walked longer roads through worse storms. At least there is a road to walk on.

You can find him making his way on foot to the city, a minor but noticeable limp in his step. He looks worse for wear, even for someone who might've been recently dumped into a lake. His swords are slung only somewhat discreetly, tucked in a bag over his shoulder. Everything feels dull: the smells, the sounds, and it makes him tense. The infection, maybe. A lingering after-effect.

Or maybe you find him stopped on the side of the path, where he's mostly tried to stay out of the way of too many folks, cutting strips from his wolf-styled poncho (because of course; what else would it be?) with a small knife. Watch him long enough, and it becomes apparent he's using it as a makeshift bandage to replace the dirty, bloodied one currently around his leg—but otherwise, it does look a little like he's just taking the damn thing to pieces. ]

II. THE RED SPRING

[ Eventually, the city looms ahead. It's nothing like he's ever seen before: lush with bizarre architecture, equipment he doesn't recognize. It's not that things haven't been explained to him; it's that it offers little by way of anything he can really use.

Typical. The caves are the most familiar-looking place here. Or it's quiet, anyway. He's sore. He feels like shit. There are pressing matters, but he knows nothing's getting done if he's wandering about like he's about to keel over. There're too many things on his mind: questions, worries, things he knows won't resolve for some time. He just needs a moment, alone, away from the world.

If there's anyone else in here, Geralt ignores them while he finds his corner. He's either deep in meditation or asleep, it's hard to say—but if any wandering or curious hands creep towards the bag at his side, one golden eye will crack open immediately. ]

Don't touch that.

[tantailizing]

Yeah! What's a rager without getting wasted and blacking out, right? Or heck, starting a brawl and getting knocked out. That's what makes it memorable.

[You're around his age, right? How could he not know that?]</small

caravan; also, h e l l o . . . c:

[rediscovering]

It just so happens Aang receives good caravan company in the moment he's shaking his phone, frowning at it. Zuko had done much worse to his first phone. He got his second phone shortly thereafter... But after now over half a year spirited away from home, he's gotten pretty decent with technology he still can barely fathom. He sends emoticons. And expressive punctuation......!?!?!! And can search for images and videos and encyclopedia articles with far-from-native speed but speed enough. It took him, uh, many months to fully accept there are no stamps, ink, nor paper rolls involved inside the thing, and he's still beyond that really not at all sure how it works, but his new good alien friend had told him "magic" was an acceptable explanation. It's too bad he can't offer Aang much more than that, as fascinating as it probably was. Less so to Zuko than Sokka, really. He got by. And Sokka's emoji are more impressive, unsurprisingly. At the most, though, both boys have stopped shaking or frowning at their phones — well, Zuko had stopped shaking his, that is.

He's certainly not frowning as he takes his place in the carriage with Aang. He's taken to coming to the shores to search for his compatriots — namely Uncle, who'd arrived just a few weeks ago, and second on his search list no offense; though maybe refreshing not to be first for once was definitely Aang. And now... here he was! Unmistakably! The tiny Appa was only further proof, but there's no mistaking the monk. Before Zuko even gets to take a seat, on sight his face lights up in shock and then an uncharacteristically bright smile.

"Aang...?!"

He notices that the Avatar looks a little older than when he last saw him... Zuko, himself, looks a bit different, too; hair cut short, clean and stylish-like, not even wearing their world's style clothing... But of course, unmistakably Zuko — even despite the bright smile.

Arrival

[fruitknife]

"Your guess is as good as mine, kid."

Shinji shrugs off his coat (revealing he's built like a tank on top of being nearly two meters tall - just a big guy all around), since there's not much point in wearing it while it's soaked through. "Wonder if this one's more world-hopping bullshit or if it stays put."

He may not know where they are, but this is clearly not his first rodeo.

Walk

[raven_sage]

Eivor likewise decided to eject herself from the carriage after she began to find the ride unbearably dull. It doesn't take her long to catch up with Geralt. Unlike him, she's made no real effort to hide her weapons; a pair of bearded hand axes hang off her belt, and she balances her long-handled Dane axe over her shoulder. Her round reinforced wooden shield is strapped across her back. She watches him limp for a moment before.

"You look halfway to Helheim already, friend. Perhaps you should rest a moment before you collapse."