TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 7

[avalonmods]

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{ 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, helping to rescue any wayward travelers who look like they're struggling in the water. This month's helpers are giant pillow jellies, a species of jellyfish that is capable of ballooning itself at the surface to create bouncy pads for characters to hop across to the shore, should they choose or not be able to swim. They come in a variety of bioluminescent colors, but do not seem to be very talkative even to animal magic users. Those who try may find themselves being ignored, even if they hear the jellies talking amongst themselves about this and that. If anyone tries to ask the Lady of the Lake for directions, she will direct you to Archimedes at the Rent-a-Ride. 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 and a pair of special ear buds (the supplier was out of the regular ones) 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. 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. After the new arrivals come in, they'll find that this month they came in on the middle of a rather tumultuous time... people are arguing and debating about a future decision to be made. King Arthur recently tried to negotiate with Celliwig's people to open the doors to Camelot, but they refused, and the people have been left with a decision: 1. attempt long-distance, slow wooing of Queen Elphame via the Elphame Traders of the next couple of months, 2. attempt to prove a balanced and deeper understanding of the need for both pure and impure hearts by suggesting an acceptance of trials from Celliwig, or 3. band together under Camelot's flag to invade Celliwig. Celliwig is a place of communication between Elphame and Camelot that bypasses the need for weeks of dangerous, often fatal travel, so the choice is very important in regards to how Camelot both presents itself to the fae people in the future. To that end, people with strong beliefs about particular choices have arranged gatherings to draw people in to hear their perspectives on what the choice should be. A ⦿ Honey Over Vinegar A wide variety of people have sided with this group, including the Elphame Traders, as cutting Celliwig off from them would mean a much harder journey each month to the city of Camelot. (Though commerce always does find a way.) This group is hosting a Tree-Picking Tournament! Of course, the trees to be picked are out in the farmlands, and members of the lobbying group will be giving people free one-use Farm Totems to get to the tournament. The trees in this grove are a little different than normal trees, however. For one, they don't bear fruit. This is Camelot's cookie orchard, composed of special fairy tree hybrids that grow a variety of sweet treats on their branches instead of fruits. There are your usual chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies, but also little puff-like wedding cookies on bushes or checkboard cookies blossoming out of stems instead of flowers. There are even some trees that have clusters of miniature French macarons! The best part, at the end when you turn in your cookies for the count and get your participation prize (and bonus pamphlet about how slow and steady wins the race), you can totally keep and eat them, so be careful not to drop them! How you get them down from the tree is up to you, of course. Try some magic, or maybe just some regular old tree-shaking will do the trick.. just be careful you don't accidentally knock down any wasp nests. Those stings will hurt bad! B ⦿ A Balanced Approach The party of people who want to try to woo Celliwig over to smooth things over see this little political gathering with cookie-based bribery and quickly fashion their own event to make sure the fanfare isn't all for just the one idea. To gather people in to hear their side of the story, this group has decided to host a bug catching contest! Head out into those flower fields between Camelot and the Red Springs that are now thriving thanks to April's plentiful rains. Whether you use a net or figure out how to use your magic to get the bugs, it's how many you catch, not what kinds you catch that count-- so make it fast and make it plentiful! And at the end of the day, what you choose to do with your captured bugs is up to you. Crush them or free them, keep them or eat them, whatever it is you want to do... ultimately, all moral choices are valid, right? So let's go along with what Celliwig wants! Don't forget that May is the season of the frog, however, and you'll be in competition with a variety of sentient and wise members of the Frog Tribe, a group of bipedal frogs who live in the southernmost part of the lake and come up to the flowerfields to stick their tongues out for some delicious bug treats. They have no problem sticking their tongues right into your captured bug nest, hopping on heads to steal your catches, and do all kinds of crazy interferences like snipping belts and tonguing ankles to trip people. You may want someone to watch your back for this event, lest you get done in by a hopper. C ⦿ A Show of Strength The more war-hungry citizens of Camelot seek to go to war. This whole issue will be over if Celliwig itself isn't the one in charge of communication and it's just made directly between Elphame and Camelot, rather than having a mediator who refuses to mediate. They believe that a show of strength is the only way to solve this problem, and as such, they'll be demonstrating that the greatest rewards come from strength by organizing an expedition to a cave at the base of the Ash Mountains. Taking a path squarely between the Dusklight Woods and the edge of the Lands of Rot to the base of the Ash Mountains, this expedition will lead into a cave known as the Giant Cave. It's a pretty on-the-nose name, since it really is a big cave. One of the cool things about this cave is that it's filled with geodes. Those who have enough strength can use provided pickaxes and drills to dig up their own crystals and gold, both great for jewelry and enchanting. In particular, there is a large amount of: • Rose quartz: dark mages can make their love spells much more powerful and healers can use this to enhance spells that soothe anxieties and self-doubt • Amethyst: siphoners increase the potency of counter-curses and light mages will find this stone makes their hard light shields stronger than ever • Agate: strengthen cognitive abilities like post-cognition for a clearer picture of what happened by enhancing perception, and death mages will find they're able to extend their possession times by about 30 minutes by using an agate to stablize their aura • Moonstones: will increase navigation as a traveler's protection for kinetic users-- no longer will you risk tripping over a rock while going at enhanced speeds, or can be traded to fairies to potentially bring down a steep price to something more reasonable • Black tourmaline: a crystal that shields from opposition/negativity-- for technomancers and elementalists, this means that technology is more likely to side with them over another technomancer, or elementalists will find that when using opposing elements, theirs will come out stronger-- like water vs fire, electric vs rock, etc. • Hematite: can soothe blood, leaving it a good tool to enhance animal and blood magic-- animals may trust you more readily by having a calming effect on them, and blood mages may find that they heal more readily after using their abilities • Boji stone: alchemists will find that this is a good stabilizer for for particularly volatile potion combinations, and the properties of this stone leaves green mages to sense new types of plants they haven't yet encountered in passing, even if they're not looking at them It's not particularly a contest in this case-- you can keep and use what you want, and this show of strength has given you more power than ever, so why not consider the same concept for how to deal with our unneighborly neighbors in Celliwig? It may be sweaty business, but surely hitting some rocks will show you the value of strength! With the surprisingly tame day in the Giant Cave, one would think that the Ash Mountains were something of a safe place. No one really bothered the travelers, but that's because no one had been home at the time. as it turns out, the Giant Cave is home to a giant... douchebag of a minotaur. Not a giant, despite the name. His name is Simon and he doesn't like to share, and now that a bunch of people have gone and taken his rocks (he didn't even know there were crystals inside, nor does he do anything with them). Now he has to take his revenge, regardless of not knowing who actually took the crystals that were never really his to begin with, they just happened to be in rocks near where he sleeps. A ⦿ A Stone's Throw from Revenge The minotaur is a very instinctive creature, and his instincts say that the people of Camelot, the nearest settlement, are the ones who need to be punished for this. He uses his superhuman strength to drag huge rocks and boulders all the way to the north-east edge of Camelot, seemingly for no reason, until he's got practically a wall built. At which point he starts picking them up, spinning, and then vaulting the rocks into Camelot's buildings. You may find yourself inside of one of those buildings and scrambling to check if everyone and yourself is okay, or perhaps you're rushing out to stop the minotaur from throwing another. Either way, it's a sudden attack and you're going to have to act fast. Trying to attack the minotaur will be difficult, since it has superhman strength and durability, sharp horns atop its head, and can smell you coming from a mile away. Get creative, and stop the minotaur before it's too late! B ⦿ There's Safety in Numbers Once the minotaur's attacks stop, it flees to recover its wounds, promising it will come back to destroy Camelot once and for all. It's a time for reprieve and to help clean up the damage. Use your magic to help clean up broken buildings and structures, or heal and help others who were injured in the sudden, mostly unprovoked attack. Many of the uninjured citizens will be going around town and providing drinks, towels, and cups of noodles to those who are helping out. Because of the impending threat of the minotaur's return, it's recommended that otherworlder's use the (Recipe) Buddy System spell. The way they explain it, it's a spell designed to alert your buddy if you're in danger and lasts about an hour. The way it actually works is you must be touching your buddy in any way at all times for the next hour. Unfortunately, it seems like the volunteers sharing the recipe may have missed that it was created in a kindergarten class, not for adults. C ⦿ Gross Thankfully, the Buddy System wears off before the Minotaur is back for round two. When the Minotaur returns, the castle has since gathered forces to the edge of town to defend it from another attack. It's unclear where the Minotaur went to get healed, but whoever he went to apparently had some advice, however, and the instinctive minotaur gave into a different instinct for part two of his revenge. Rather than go right back to his pile of rocks, he instead travels the day to get to the southernmost part of Camelot and barrels into town unopposed, as most of the troupes are where they had thought he would come from again. After all, minotaurs are not known to be big thinkers. Instead of violently destroying this time, however, the minotaur instead heads straight to lowertown's well-- and takes a pee in it. It turns out, not only does he have a giant-- ahem, but he is a giant dick as well. Now the entire lowertown has to be evacuated due to contaminated water up to other areas of Camelot. Many people who live there are relocated to live in extra castle rooms. After all, Minotaur Urine is known to be incredibly potent and stinky. Mages who are able to handle the smell are asked to come help perform a ritual of water purification for the lowertown's water system. This ritual involves multiple groups of people performing synchronic magic, a magic type that requires you to be in perfect sync with your partner. Draw a special ritual circle with four candles at equidistant points. Chant a spell in sync with your partner, and blow a special powder made of ground jasper, charcoal, and rosemary into the center of the circle. It will be drawn into the candles' flames and with enough people doing this, all impurities will be removed from the lowertown's water and dissipate into the atmosphere. KEY POINTS New arrivals drop into the lake and have to climb up a cliff to the Rent a Ride, where they are given their device and some headphones and can retrieve their personal materials. They travel to Camelot, which is a multiple day journey, so they stop at the Red Springs along the way and stay at an inn there. There is a vote pending for Camelot and each side of the issue is trying to engage otherworlders to their side of the vote. The slow/steady approach is hosting a cookie harvesting tournament from a grove of cookie trees, the middleground group is hosting a bug-catching contest, and the group that wants war is hosting a mining expedition. The mining expedition aggros an asshole of a minotaur, who throws rocks at Camelot. Driven away, the townspeople try to help by distributing a spell called "Buddy System" which binds two people together, not realizing it was intended for kindergarteners. (Oops.) The minotaur returns and pees in the lowertown's water, so a ritual of water purification must be performed because it's gross and stinky. The minotaur is still at large. **** The above key points are a new feature we're going to start including on TDMs and Events. Since it's new, the format is still fluid, so please let us know if you have any feedback for this section here. It should just include brief summaries of each prompt to make parsing information easier and more accessible. The original prompts should still be read and referred to for complete information and details. **** 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. • A poll will go up a little later this week regarding the mentioned voting, which should be answered ICly by each character you play. The poll will remain open through the 15th so that newly accepted characters may also vote if they choose to. •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. • 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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Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | Chocobo familiar - Healing & Blood

[shotgunman]

[OOC: He's been here before, but I'm changing up powers.]

Arrival

Oh c'mon!

[Prompto shouted to the sky, sand kicking up in the process from his kick. He sighed loudly, slouching with a soft whine. It had been what? Like two days since he got back? Not like anything changed though. Noctis was still stuck in the crystal, the world was going to shit, maybe being stuck here where time stopped was the better option. But he also remembered, just before he left, Ignis and Noctis had also left. Was Cor still here?]

Kweh?

[He gasped, turning to see his familiar. Aw, she was still here! He quickly made his way over to her and pulled her into a hug. He pressed his face into her yellow fluffy feathers. At least she was still here.]

You have no idea how happy I am to see you, girl!

Kweh!!

Red Spring

[Prompto sighed as he rested his chin on his arms, the steam of the spring curling around him. He was rest his upper half on rock, still thinking about the fact that he was in Camelot again. How wild was this? And he was pretty sure his powers were different, alchemy hadn't been working while he was in his room. So, now he had to figure out what he got now.

He looked up at the evening sky, it was really nice out here though. It was a natural darkness, unlike on Eos.

He heard a sound and lifted his head to see who had arrived, giving a slight wave to them. While they had to undress for the spring, his wrist was still covered by a small towel he tied around it. Improvisation at its finest!]

Hey there! Hope you don't mind the company, just got here.

Honey Over Vinegar

Gaaah!!

[Prompto was one of the unlucky ones that accidentally upended a wasp nest and he was currently running for his life. That was, until he nicked himself with a wayward branch and in his panic, the blood flowed and... created some kind of bloody shield in front of him? Prompto didn't at all understand what was going in, except that the wasps were still trying to get at him through the shield.

It was kind of only natural for his sharpshooter tendencies to kick in and his blood formed little needles or something and straight up shot at the wasps straight out of the sky. Eventually, they were all gone and Prompto's eyes widened further as the blood abruptly splattered the ground, leaving him with a bloodied arm, kind of anemic, and just two seconds away from entering a panic attack.]

Wh-Wha...?! H...How d-did I...

[He couldn't handle this, this wasn't a thing before?!]

Wildcard

[Honestly, all of these prompts are great so if you wanna do a different one, just let me know!]

Honey!

[konpeito_aji]

Oh. Blood magic.

[Heads on over, swallows his mouthful of cookie and then looks at the woozy looking guy.] Want some healing?

Edelgard von Hresvelg | Fire Emblem Three Houses | Dark & Blood

[flame_emperor]

Arrival

The plunge into the water had been terrifying and bewildering in equal measure, but the balloon jellies had been quick to come to the rescue, buoying Edelgard back up to the surface. Once she'd managed to get in a few gulps of air, and take her bearings, more jellies have lined up to provide her with a walkway to shallower water, and the beach beyond.

It just seems to be taking her a great while to make the crossing. She's trying to remain as composed as she can while she makes her way from one jelly to the next, but there's still a ways to go and...she does not like to be this far out on open bodies of water. It's not well-known that the Emperor of Fódlan does not know how to swim, so she's...taking her time. Answers can come later once she's on dry land.

Caravan

At least the ride is more pleasant, once she's drier and has some of her personal effects back. Though this is hardly an opportune time to be whisked away from Fódlan. There's the rebuilding of Fhirdiad to see to, food and shelter for the people displaced by the fire, the continuing reintegration of both the former Alliance and Kingdom territories to the Empire, to say nothing of preparations being made, quietly and subtly, to bring the fight to Those Who Slither...but of course, given the situation, perhaps time is the one thing she suddenly has in abundance. But it's still frustrating.

Though perhaps not quite as immediately as frustrating as her new companion, a shaggy wolf spirit that is intent on sharing the seat with her...and to use her lap as a pillow. It's making it difficult to try to figure out the smartphone when it keeps trying to nuzzle her hands.

"Hey, please...stop it. I'm trying to work. Please..." After a moment, she finally has to give up and put the phone down so she can give the wolf some much-wanted attention with a somewhat frustrated sigh.

"There. Is this what you wanted? Fine...have it your way, then."

Rocks Are Thrown, We Might Die?

The library Edelgard has come to is a fairly large, multi-storied structure. She's hoping some research into the lore of this world's magic might help, as well as to study the history of Camelot and its legal structures, traditions, and laws. Needless to say, she's been building quite the pile of books.

There's a particular tome she's after on a higher shelf, but regrettably being as small as she is, it's just a bit out of reach. Happily, she's not the only one in the stacks so she turns to you. "Pardon me, could I beg a small—" she doesn't finish the question, as you see her eyes go wide and suddenly she's just tackling you instead with a cry of "Get down, now!"

At the far end of the aisle was a window, you see. And Edelgard could see the enormous boulder sailing through the air towards the library when she turned to look at you.

She's small, but strong, and succeeds in knocking you down just in time, using herself as a shield. The boulder crashes through the wall, smashing apart the shelves and books as it carries on its trajectory further into the building. Fortunately, you hit the ground just in time and avoided being hit.

Edelgard looks up. "Are you all right?" But now there's sounds of more devastation outside, the crash of more boulders. "Come on, we need to move." She's already on her feet. "Can you stand?" She offers a hand just in case.

Rocks Are Thrown, We Might Die?

[melonlord]

WHat is Toph doing in the library? Honestly, either she's lost or she is using the excuse of 'get a book for a friend' to go wander around places. Toph doesn't really do libraries, what with the illiteracy.

Of course, even back home, 'people sending things through the air like some kind of jerks' is a weakness of hers. Just as Toph was hearing something she couldn't place, Edelgard knocked her down, and Toph might be blind, but she sure knew what a giant boulder crashing through a building sounded like.

"Yeah. Can you find my stick?" Because while Toph's memory and sense of spatial awareness is excellent, she knows darn well the boulder just moved everything around and left rubble everywhere, and even a sighted person might want aid in balance over the rubble.

She's also ignoring the hand to get to her feet. A good thing she is trying out shoes today. Shoes are stupid and keep her from feeling the ground as well, but they also protect from broken glass.

byleth eisner | fire emblem: three houses | eagle | elemental & green

[hegemonwings]

🌹 the caravan to camelot

[ well, today has been full of surprises. byleth leans on a length of driftwood that had looked suitable for a makeshift cane—her injuries from the last battle may have been dealt with already, but even a few weeks out she finds herself exhausted more easily than she'd like, and weaker than she once was. she stands there in a dark suit of armor as she hauls herself away from the water, seemingly near brand-new before it became so waterlogged. already, she unclasps the cape, folding it roughly and holding it under her arm—it seems better than letting that hang heavily against her back as it is now.

she looks over the smartphone with a faintly perplexed expression, a black eagle perched on her gauntlet. she... definitely has no idea what she’s looking at. someone has at least explained how to use the earbuds, even if a lot of the whys and hows still escape her. the false pointed ears attached to the things raise more questions than they answer, but she goes along with it without any complaint beyond a raised eyebrow. two swords hang at her waist once she’s retrieved her things: one a finely crafted rapier of silver and gold, the other an almost wicked-looking longsword, apparently carved of bone. a shield that appears to match the rapier hangs from her back now.

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

finally, she glances to the person nearest her with a sigh, placing the phone into one of the pockets of an outfit she reclaimed from the shit box and reaching for a nip bottle from the mini bar. the eagle perched on her knee squawks once to greet the other person as well. ]

Have you followed any of this so far? [ she knocks back whatever she just picked up. please help. ]

🌹 the red spring

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

the spring confuses her much less, and is much more welcome. a pang of nostalgia for the baths at the monastery strikes as she settles into the water, letting the warmth flow through her. she sees sparks of flame flicker at her fingertips as she brings her hand up out of the water once, brow furrowing. she’s used magic before, but that’s… new. if she's joined by someone else, she likely doesn't pay them much mind if it's a stranger, but doesn't seem as if she's opposed to the company either. who knows? maybe she's a great conversationalist, actually. give it a whirl.

so, given the weirdness with the fire, she finds it prudent to stop by the training grounds to familiarize herself with this new magic. by now, she's changed from her armor an outfit from home. she’s told of her apparent proficiencies—elemental and green magic—and finds herself enjoying both prospects. fire magic is nothing new to her, after all, and she’s no stranger to using magic to accelerate plant growth. people might find her practicing conjuring balls of fire or miniature wind vortexes in her hands, or springing forth carnations and moonflowers from handfuls of soil. the eagle remains curious, largely watching byleth and whoever she is with from a nearby perch. ]

🌹 a balanced approach

[ byleth may be newly arrived and unfamiliar with the political situations here, but from what she has understood so far, she can see no current justification for an attack on celliwig. if diplomacy is a viable option, it should be followed—even if she’s sure some would be surprised to hear that from one of the leading generals of an empire that just fought a five-year campaign of unification. the roundabout dealings with the queen of elphame do sound worth pursuing, but she sees no reason that celliwig’s trials would be mutually exclusive.

but more than that? catching insects is nothing new to her. especially when the point of the catch is to land a larger one later. bait for a fish, bait for celliwig—it’s the same difference, isn’t it? she’s changed into local clothing for this, all functional in dark tones, but the rapier stays strapped to her waist along with a net. byleth looks to whatever outworlder is nearest, as she starts to tie her hair back with a purple ribbon: ]

How about we lend each other a hand?

🌹 network. un: b.eisner

[ by now she's figured out how to use the phone decently enough, at least. ]

Hello. This is General Byleth Eisner of the Imperial Adrestian Army, Marshal of the Empire and Commander of the Black Eagle Strike Force in the service of Her Imperial Majesty, the Emperor Edelgard. [ it feels deeply unnatural to introduce herself so formally over text, to use this diplomatic song and dance even here. to speak of her connection to her emperor in such a detached way. but it seems like a neutral enough way to open things, and that's enough for now. ] I realize those words won't mean anything to most of you, but if they do, please reach out to me.

[ fódlan gang sound off ]

Secondly, I hear that there are efforts underway to coordinate training in magic and combat among outworlders. I have a background as an instructor in such things, and I would be happy to offer any assistance I can. I’m more than willing to offer personal combat instruction as well.

One last thing. Do any of you know nice fishing spots near Camelot?

[ well. that’s a swerve. ]

🌹 wildcard

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

also, byleth is from a few weeks after the crimson flower route. to plan out anything specific, feel free to hit me up at clockworkbrain or hexennacht#7576 on discord. ]

Text | un: s.flayn [cw: FE3H spoilers]

[notcethleann]

[So far, everything in this new world has been an absolute delight. Much of it hearkens back to a time she remembers fondly, when miracles were commonplace and the future seemed endlessly bright. This tiny device that allows speaking with others at long distances is incredible! She has spent hours chatting with people she's never met and exploring everything this world has to offer.

So it doesn't take her long to spot the familiar name when it pops up on the network. At first, she's overjoyed!...until she reads the message. A knot of dread rises into her throat. But surely, there must be some reasonable explanation?]

Professor? Is it truly you? This is Flayn. I am so very happy to see that you are here, but how can it be that you are a part of the Empire? Please tell me you are merely joking. I was so looking forward to fishing with you as always.

Sephiroth | Final Fantasy VII | cuahl (maybe) | kinetic & undecided

[sefirot]

Soaking in Your Arrival

[All of Sephiroth's thoughts of anger and rage shatter the moment he hits the water. Next comes a great deal of confusion, because the last he recalls he wasn't anywhere near a large body of water. And this most certainly is not the lifestream. Both of these things make absolutely no sense in the grand scheme of things. For all his vast knowledge obtained while inside the lifestream --

This is completely new.

Needless to say when he arrives on the beach he looks like a very tall, very annoyed, wet cat. Except the only thing cat-like his eyes and completely irritated expression.

Speaking of cats there appears to be one waiting for him. He eyes the creature but overall seems rather dismissive before heading to where there seems to be other people.]

The Red Spring

[There's nothing worse than feeling completely out of place. Well, that's not completely true. There is one thing worse and that is how his normal abilities seem to be lacking. Sure he heard the explanation given, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.

Though he's doing a very good job remaining calm -- outwardly at least. Inside he's seething. But until he has a full grasp of everything he does have mind to keep on the downlow. Though he has his overly large sword, leaving a bunch of dead bodies would not really solve anything. He hasn't even tried to do anything cat-creature insistent on following him. Sorry familiar following him.

Whatever. He's going to retreat to a room to get away from people in general. When he opens the door, he doesn't care who's inside. He's just going to look as menacing as possible.]

Leave.

[Short. Simple. Hopefully it works.]

A Stone's Throw from Revenge

[Once he's mentally settled (as much as someone like him can be really), he has taken to exploring the city. It's all very different than what he's used to. He's not super interested in most of it. He doesn't really want to be here, but it's starting to look like what was told to him when he first arrived might be true. Or at least it's the 'truth' everyone here seems to believe. He'll decide that for himself later.

What does interest him is the creature making an attack. Fighting -- there's nothing more thrilling and enjoyable. Despite his current limitations, he still has the masamune and arrogance to go in with his own attack. He will have to compensate for the lack of how he could move normally, but he still has skill with a blade. He might even be a little flashy with his movements, though handling of a long katana is clearly not as easy as it used to be.]

Wildcard

[Feel free to hit me with anything else.]

The Red Spring

[markedfordeath]

[Elza had gone into the room more to scout for further information than to actually stay there the night. The thought of rooming with anyone else didn't interest her in the slightest and she'd prefer to be out and away from any potential trap - especially in such an unknown environment. The Guild and everything she knew may not be here to hunt her but Elza had zero trust in anyone here.]

[The door opened and the gunner had abandoned her search. Instead she was found leaning a casual shoulder against the wall while she sent a smile in the direction of the man who'd entered.]

[The short and simple command only drew a light chuckle from Elza]

Why?

Flayn | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | Healing/Light | Pegasus

[notcethleann]

C. The Red Spring

The first thing Flayn noticed once she got her bearings back at the Rent-a-Ride was that somehow, this place has made her a little taller. Now, as she sees herself in the mirror of the changing room at the springs, she can tell that she looks a little older, too. Could it be that her familiar, in bringing her here, read in her heart the wish to strike out on her own and cease to be treated like a child? Could it have changed her appearance to better suit her true relative age? Hesitantly, she tucks her hair behind one ear - ah, good, she was allowed to keep her pointed ears, as well.

In a fit of sudden defiance, she pulls the clips out of her hair and uses them to pin the long ringlets up behind her head instead, showing her ears off for all to see. She is not in Fodlan anymore and her father is not here. She will do as she pleases.

These thoughts are very exciting, and thus her mood is buoyant as she joins her fellow travelers in the relaxing spring. She soon turns to the nearest person to converse.

"This place is quite peaceful, is it not? Ah, I can almost smell the rejuvenating properties of this wondrous water! Please, tell me: what sort of a world do you come from?"

A. Honey over Vinegar

Cookies! On trees! Flayn isn't sure she's ever seen anything so fantastic in her life. So far, her preferred method of 'picking' them has been to hold her basket up under the tree while her familiar, a snow-white pegasus roughly the size of a large dog, flies up to knock them down into it...being mindful of wasps, of course. It isn't the fastest method she could have chosen, but she's never been much of one to rush things.

"Oh, it is so very difficult not to simply eat them now!" she complains to whoever's nearby. "There is such a wonderful variety! And they look positively delicious...perhaps it would not hurt to try just one?" She leans forward and lowers her voice with what would be a sly smile on anyone else, but looks more like harmless mischief on her. "You can try one too - I will not tell if you do not either!"

B. There's Safety in Numbers

Flayn does not hesitate to march out into the chaos' aftermath to heal or help anyone who may need it. As powerful as her healing magic was back home, she has very little trouble translating her Faith over to Avalon's magic, even if it is much weaker than she is accustomed to. She will simply have to practice to regain the whole of her saintly abilities.

Unfortunately, there are plenty of wounded to practice on here. She tries to tell the people organizing everyone that she is a war veteran, thank you very much, and does not need an escort! But in the end, she agrees that wandering around alone is dangerous for anyone right now, and allows them to cast the Buddy System spell to pair her up with a partner...

...although secretly, her true reasons for agreeing are that she realized just how romantic such a thing might be! Imagine, to be fated to meet one's true love through a spell that binds them together in safety and trust? Meeting as strangers but parting as friends - or perhaps more? It's the sort of thing she might read in her favorite romance stories, and she suddenly can't wait to meet whoever they choose to pair her with!

Once someone is chosen, she says, "Hello! I am Flayn. It is very nice to meet you, although it is unfortunate that I must do so under such gloomy circumstances. Still, we shall aid those who require it, and all will be well."

Safety in numbers?

[flame_emperor]

Her "chosen partner" steps up and, well...they aren't meeting as strangers but they may not part as friends.

"Yes." Edelgard says appraisingly. Her expression is more wary than it is hostile. She notes the visible pointed ears, and then nods at her. "It will be. You're looking well, Flayn."

Edelgard hadn't known who she was agreeing to partner with, only that it was a young-looking girl who might need some protection. Wrong on both counts, there.

kainé | nier | faerie familiar, kinetic/death

[shithogs]

i. the shit box

[Kainé snorts as she approaches the Wardrobe of Finding as directed, having dragged herself out of the bay with no small amount of cursing and stubbornly made the trek up the cliffs ahead of everyone else who had been herded, insisting on going it alone. She's not soaked through as thoroughly as she had been before the climb, but it doesn't make all that much of a difference, because she's definitely standing here in her underwear and leaving very little to the imagination regardless.]

Like the name, at least.

[She reaches back to tuck the phone and earbuds she'd been given into what passes for a waistband— she's used to managing without pockets, and while she doesn't know what she's supposed to do with this thing, she'd gotten it for free, so it's not all bad.

The door of the Wardrobe opens to reveal a pair of long, curved swords with serrated blades, which she easily reaches for and hefts from the locker, letting one come to rest against her shoulder in plain view.]

Shit, nice. Can't say I liked landing without it, but saves some rust.

[She'll stand both swords on the ground so that they rest against the open door as she reaches in to pull out something else. It's an item that's much smaller and less eye-catching to anyone who may be waiting their turn, but it seems to hold some interest for her: a delicate white flower that she carefully holds by its clipped stem, frowning to herself as she examines it.]

ii. red spring training grounds

[Magic as a whole is nothing new, but it's nice to be able to make use of it without some asshole voice hanging out in the back of her head and nagging her the whole time. It takes a few tries to summon her new abilities to the surface, but it seems like a much better way to channel her anger at the moment than giving in to temptation and tearing through the Red Spring demanding answers. She's gotten as many as she's going to get, for now, and everyone else here is in the same boat, which is just weird enough to pacify her— if only for a little while.

After half an hour of trying to focus and get her new power to manifest, she finally manages to lift one of her swords from the ground without touching it, her gloved fingers spread as she guides it upwards and then thrusts, sending the blade flying forward and slicing clean through one of the many training dummies.

Shit.]

Fuck, a girl could get used to that.

[She takes a few steps forward to grab her sword from where it had fallen afterwards, kicking aside the dummy's remains. Someone will take care of that, probably.]

This could actually be fun.

iii. gross

[Up until now, Kainé has maintained that the whole Minotaur situation has nothing to do with her. She'd been interested in wailing on it during its initial assault, but after it had decided to retreat, she'd written it off and assumed it wouldn't be stupid enough to come back.

Wrong, apparently, and while another bull-headed assault using brute force wouldn't have been entirely unexpected, what actually happens is somehow both disgusting and... weirdly impressive? Being near the scene when the Minotaur enacts his revenge, however, makes it markedly less so, and she raises an arm to cover her mouth as the stench begins to take over lowertown.]

Come on, are you fucking kidding me?!

[It's vile, beyond disgusting, but she also kind of wishes it was something she'd thought of when really wanting to ruin someone's day. Guess even shit-for-brains Minotaurs have good ideas now and then.]

Alright, people, clear out— when I find that asshole, I'm gonna find a way to drown him in his own goddamn piss—

[She'll usher bystanders away from the where the worst of the smell is, but she's definitely armed and on the hunt for a Minotaur. Seriously, dick move, guy.]

iv. wildcard

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1 - The Shit Box

[scriptwriter]

[Kotarou just so happened to be waiting in line as he stood behind Kainé watching her examine the flower. Now he should've been smart and kept his mouth shut, but he had a bad habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Especially to dangerous looking people... But he couldn't help and feel delinquent vibes from her. It reminded him of an old friend of his.

She had a pair of swords, so she was definitely the fierce type. Though the flower that she was holding probably held a significant meaning for her. Ah, he feels rather poetic all of the sudden...!]

"And so, the scantily clad babe had stood quietly reminiscing upon the mysterious flower known as "youth". And what is 'youth' she quietly pondered? Was youth fleeing like a cherry blossom pedal flying through the skies? Was youth as memorable as a firework shooting into the night? Was youth as sacred as a pinkie promise between two childhood friends destined to marry each other?"

[Did you ask for a narrator, Kainé? Because Kotarou is here to fulfill that role in a lemony dramatic voice. He does drop it for his own regular voice, though.]

Who knows! But I'm a little curious about what kind of flower that is.

Caster Cu Chulainn | Fate/GO | Alchemy/Green

[lancernexttime]

Arrival

[He should be used to falling out of the sky to end up in random worlds. He should. But this was still a surprise as he fell into a lake. He knew how to swim, so it was fine as he swam to the surface and then to the shoreline. He was met there by one of his hounds, who seemed happy to see him when he arrived.

He kneels down to give the pup some pets before getting up to look at the hill he needs to scale to keep going.]

Huh, how did you get here? Did Master summon you too?

Seems we have a walk ahead of us.

Red Spring

[Caster joined the other new arrivals and ended up at the resort along with them. He can be found either chilling in his room waiting for his roommate, or out at the springs relaxing in the water.

Either way, you should come say hello!]

Gross

Oh, this... this is gross.

[Caster can be found helping to evacuate people from Minotaur's Revenge (tm) along with his familiar. He's not happy to be doing it, but that's what Heroic Servants do, right? Or, it can at least get him some brownie points with the locals, considering it seems he's going to be here for a while.

He looks at someone nearby as he's carrying a child through the muck.]

Hey, can you take this kid? There's more back where I came from.

[He's going to need a shower.]

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gross

[beaumains]

[ Gareth didn't mind taking the child, hoisting them up to cradle them to her shoulder, but...

Yeah, there was no mistaking that voice or that mullet. But that begged a rather important question, didn't it? Whether or not the inspiration she felt in her blood would lead to anything. Because... ]

W-wait! Hold on, don't just dump off a kid and leave, Lancer!

[ Did she get it right? It was a shot in the dark, but she wanted to be right.

Shame, that. ]

daenerys targaryen | game of thrones

[munazaldrizesse]

ARRIVAL

a. wardrobe
[Crude name aside, Daenerys is wary of the wardrobe. Despite the fantastical nature of the world around her right now, her leeriness around magic has not been made to subside by anything yet. She reaches for the handle with trepidation, willing her hand steady with a breath before pulling it open. She understands that there are personal possessions within the wardrobe, but does not know what to expect. She pulls out first her family's sigil. A three-headed dragon pin similar to the one she's placed in her dress. Next, she finds a small stack of books and writings from her homeland she recognizes from among her wedding gifts.]

[Daenerys frowns as she steps away, realizing there is nothing more for her.]

This... This is it? [she says quietly to herself.]

[She dared not hope that her children would be here with her, but she'd hoped at the very least something more than symbols and words, but it's all she had. Her grip tightens slightly as she tries not to feel envy or frustration. It feels as though magic has betrayed her once more.]

b. caravan
[Daenerys smiles as the horse nudges her hand with its muzzle. Truthfully, she does not feel much like smiling after hearing the explanation that each of them has been touched with magic more than just collecting their belongings or even just arriving in this place. But she's determined to take the simple pleasure of admiring this beast and let the matter of magic settle in her mind at another time.]

[Daenerys glances over, seeing another nearby looking at the horse. She isn't sure if the other is skittish about the horse or the situation, but it seems they have just as much on their mind as anyone else.]

She's gentle, [she says by way of reassuring. Just in case the anxiety is about the horse after all.] Unless you are made of grass, I think you shall be okay to pet her.

BULLHEADED APPROACH

c. stone's throw
Help me with this!

[Dany has been trying to dig this person out for what feels like something trying to eke its way into forever. (She can only imagine it's worse for the person trapped. It probably feels impossible to them that she will ever free them completely.) The rubble is heavy and difficult to move. She can't lift any of it, relying purely on sliding and rolling what she can off. But now Dany has found a piece that's too heavy for her to do even that. Not that it's stopped her from trying. She grunts with the effort in trying to get the broken piece of stone to move, but she has no luck.]

[Thus, the barked command to help her with moving it. It's possible that even two people cannot move it, but she has to try. She just has to try.]

d. gross
[She's trying hard not to open her mouth. Dany's jaw is tight and she tries to get by with gestures and nods because speaking seems to only make the smell worse somehow. And it already inspires a very strong nausea that Daenerys doesn't think she's ever experienced before without being made worse.]

[To say she's starting to have some regrets about coming here is perhaps an understatement.]

[But she could not leave things be in the lowertown. If she and others didn't step in, it would continue to be uninhabitable. Setting down the satchel she brought to bring the necessary supplies, she passes along the candles to her partner silently. Her expression seems to be set in a permanent grimace at the odor around them.]

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c. stone's throw

[loyalbreed]

[ Lofty locks of blond upon his head, bounce as he moves with quickness upon him. He had passed by after losing hand of his sister when they both separated. The reunion not so sweet seeing as the circumstances were at hand. The womans voice moves him, reminding him well of his rank as a Knight. Reminding him well as his orders from Queen Guinevere himself: When a woman is in need of your help, you will abide by her wish. So here he hails, with no question or means to defy her. Hands move with ease, taking each rock and casting it aside as if it were nothing. ]

Mi'lady if it is too much for thy body, step aside give me air. I will have them freed in a moments time.

Elza | Suikoden 2 | IronMoon | Kenetic /Green

[markedfordeath]

Soaking in your Arrival

Elza had accepted her fate. So when the cold embraced her the gunner thought death had finally come...

Then... her lungs felt like they were filling with water and something didn't feel right.

Her eyes snapped open and instinct kicked in. Two weapons sank down around her as she sprang into action. The first, a pistol, was within easy reach. The second, a long rifle sank faster. Swimming to reach it, Elza felt her lungs burn for oxygen but she didn't think of trying to allow any in until get fingers curled around the length of the barrel and she pulled it in safely. That familiar feeling of power and rightness coursed through her arm at the touch. Sturm.

Confusion swam through her mind. She had just been in Sajah village so how did she end up in this body of water.

Pulling the rifle in close to her, the gunner swam up and broke through the waters surface. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face, her chest heaved to draw in more breath, but her eyes darted around to watch as others also broke the waters surface and began to swim towards one the cliffs.

Elza was at a loss as to what had happened.

Clive.

She couldn't see him or that kid around anywhere. No. This wasn't how it was meant to be. The weight of the rifle in her hold was tremendous along with the guilt that came with it.

Her attention drifted again to that cliff off in the distance. Maybe there were answers there. Things couldn't be left this way and she needed to know what had happened. How has she survived?

The swim was uneventful, and as she reached the base of the cliff, Elza clutched onto the rocky edge and glanced up. There had better be an answer at the top especially considering she no longer felt any pain.

Slinging the rifle over her back and holstering the pistol, she began to scale the cliff. Graceful like a cat, the gunner pulled herself over the edge and stood up to take in her surroundings.


A Stone's Throw from Revenge


[Elza sat alone at the table. The inn was busy and most tables were full except for her own where she sat nursing a bowl of stew. The gunner may not have appeared to be paying attention to any of her surroundings, but that was further from the truth.

So much had occurred that she wasn't quite certain what to make of it all just yet. Little did the knight know that her peaceful meal would be interrupted soon enough.]


Wildcard

[up for anything! Feel free to add on plurk (ozzypoos) if you want to discuss]

Cliffs

[konpeito_aji]

Nobunaga was dying to talk guns. He was about to head back the stairs when he sees someone (well, no first, he thinks he's hallucinating guns floating up to him, THEN he sees the person!) trying to climb the cliffs without rock climbing tools or... using the stairs. So this, he has to watch.

He feels like he should get that caramel popcorn treat everyone talked about that goes with movies.

There's a gentle applause as she reaches the top and doesn't even seem out of breath. But then an arrogant cocky smile. "You know there's a flight of stairs over there," he pointed in their direction. "Or do you just like scaling sheer vertical walls for practice?"

Himiko Toga || MHA || Kinetic & Blood || chupacabra

[bleedformeplz]

🔪 Arrival: Caravan 🔪

[At least the earbuds are cute, Himiko will give this world props. She likes to think she's an elf in this fantasy world, can't say the same about the familiar assigned for her. The girl is sitting quietly in the caravan, now on her magical smartphone, idling herself from the rest of the ground, for now. The creepy creature resting on top of her head, between her messy buns, stretches its jaw and yawns quietly until the very end it... yelps. Feel free to stare at the strange creature, poking him will result bite marks.

While she's enjoying the ride, she will see what else the smartphone have to offer like music, memes, something to read about the world.... oh, she can chat with people too. What username can she use? HMM... lovestabbing? bunsofsteel? frogfriendly? yummyblood?

bloodysmoothie! Curtesy from her blood sucker familiar.]

Hi every1!!!

Here's another newbie. Woke up in a lake. 😂 That's messed up, right? How you guys deal with this? How long you've been here? Post your familiar! Help a n00b and ill share my familiar. :)

[Feel free to message back or bother her in the caravan.]

🔪 Honey Over Vinegar 🔪

[Okay, despite being plucked from her world, with cooler magical powers, creepy familiar, and cookie trees, Himiko isn't complaining. In fact, her eyes sparkles in 'awo' delight, her grin stretching cheek to cheek blushing, she loves this fantasy realm.

This cookie picking event is a good way to test out her kinetic quirk. Himiko stretches one hand out and over her head, palm open. It's like learning to control your quirk all over again, and the thought of this continues to make her grin. Her eyes locks to one chunky chocolate chip. Okay magic, do you stuff!

Yet... Nothing happens. Himiko's eyes remains lock, her grin slowly waning. She stretches the same arm further up, extending her fingers farther, spirit fingers! Think moving it, Toga, think wiggle!

Still nothing!

Her eyes narrows sharply, if looks could kill... Himiko throws her other arm up, repeats the process again, this time--]

Move you stupid cookie!

[She feels a tingle of spark from her frustration to her fingers and palms, like a rush of wind out bursting from her hands, the cookie she's focusing on is swinging rapidly, and other clusters of cookies close to it and a wasp's nest... Oh dear.

Clusters of chunky chocolate chips rains down and one wasp nest plants on top of the pile. Himiko grins sheepishly, her arms retreats back down, fully aware what's about to happen.]

Oopsies.

[She swiftly turns around, pivot from one foot, and launches herself to sprint the fuck out of there. Incoming one messy bun girl with a swarm of wasps following her wake. If she finds anyone nearby, bet she will run right to that person whether they can help or not. Bonus if it's someone she knows from her world.]

HEY! A little help here!

[Congrats person, you are the lucky winner! Feel free to help her while trying to move 'cookie' or help her with wasp invasion.]

🔪 A Stone's Throw from Revenge: 🔪

[Himiko is in one building, watching people scrambling for the big boss minotaur fight. A whistle of air reaches her ear, and already she can feel her gut turning. Himiko instinctively looks toward the direction of the sound and out the window to see... one large boulder heading towards her building.

Himiko yelps, arms waving in front of her lost in her panic.]

Woah-wait! Not here!

[A little help here?]

🔪 There's Safety in Numbers 🔪

[Anyone stuck with this girl are warned not to bleed around her. They don't say why.]

So we're doing this 'buddy' thing, right? Listen, I can't heal but I can move stuff around. Let's go and dig some people up.

[Maybe they're still alive at least, or not. If they're bleeding, more bonus points.]

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A Stone's Throw from Revenge

[crimsongirl]

[Fortunately, Homura had been in the area just in time to notice the minotaur. She had wanted to go out to fight, but others here needed help. Not a hero, sure, though random people getting involved by assholes just didn't suit her. Using wind magic, she tackled Himiko away, just as the boulder was breaking through the window. More wind helped to flip the two, with Homura safely landing on her feet; things were so much easier when not tired.

She looked over at the intense destruction, and then down at the girl she helped out. One problem at a time.]

You alright?

Noctis Lucis Caelum | FFXV | Elemental / Siphon

[nocts]

A ⦿ Honey Over Vinegar

[Usually he has Ignis watching over every single thing he eats and complains because 90% of those things are junk food, with a very few exceptions of when Ignis himself prepares a meal. Even then he's picky.

So having this abundance of sweets to grab from the trees themselves is both weird and like a dream. Maybe he is sleeping. Of sorts. Who knows what Crystal did to him. But without his warping abilities here, it's almost impossible to reach the branches. Glancing around, he calls for the nearest person.]

Can you give me a leg up? [Noct is on the shorter side and he's trying his best not to be grumpy about it.]

B ⦿ A Show of Strength

[He's not the strongest person ever, not even close to Gladio, but that doesn't mean he can't handle some digging. Especially if the stones are magical. He really wants to stock up on items that he's lost in the transition from his world to here. He does wish his shield is around to bombard him with random survival trivia.

With a nice pile of stones he's dug out, he's picking through them, looking for the best pieces. He can feel the energy coming from the amethyst.]

Do we get to keep these? [He would really like to keep these, please.]

C ⦿ A Stone's Throw from Revenge

Come on, this way!

[He's been in battles before, against things a hundred times bigger than himself, and the minotaur is nothing in comparison to Titan, for example. Still, he doesn't have his abilities from home so he will have to make do with whatever he has. Besides, he doesn't dare engage with the beast itself because his retinue is not around to back him up.

So, as he's helping people run out of the buildings and evacuate, he's turning around and slinging fireballs and ice arrows at the thing. This new elemental magic is different from the one he had, but it's still something familiar that he can exploit.]

Down that corridor, don't stop running, there's nowhere to hide- [he yells out after dodging and jumping over the rock that just narrowly missed him.]

D ⦿ There's Safety in Numbers

[He waves away one of the citizens that approached him with food and just takes the bottle with water. With scratches all over his face and arms, and a deep gash on his side, Noct is leaning against one of the ruined buildings with his eyes closed. Maybe he's just some lucky son of a bitch that managed to get away with little to no scraps.

When another person approaches him, he waves again at them to move on-] I'm fine, I need a nap. Go heal someone with worse injuries.

D

[shotgunman]

You can nap later, dumbass.

[Prompto isn't going anywhere. Instead, he knelt right down to the prince's level and lifted up the shirt to see the gash. He hissed at the sight. He held his hand out to hover over it and the healing started.]

You know we don't have potions here anymore, not at our disposal anyway. So, I'm gonna be your healer for today and you're just gonna have to deal, my dude.

Mai | ATLA | Turtle duck, Kinetic + Death

[maipokerface]

[I] SOAKING IN YOUR ARRIVAL;

[Naturally she gets soaked. Of course. She can't just find the nice, convenient jellies and hop across, that's too simple. Instead she needs to plunge under and eventually swim her own way to the shore.

The moment she resurfaces though is the moment she feels something weight atop her head. By the time she reaches the shore her hair buns are sagging from the weight of the water, her clothing clings to her and she drags herself out of the water before she reaches up for whatever it is on her head.

... It quacks. Her scowl deepens as she holds this turtle duck between her hands.]

What.

[II] THE RED SPRING - TRAINING GROUND;

[Mai's itching for ways to vent her frustration at the situation. She sure didn't ask to end up in some magical wonderland being followed by a turtle duck that was apparently some kind of familiar or whatever. Not that she hates the turtle duck... okay, maybe she's been letting it ride on her head now and then. Who's to judge her for it, yeah?

Anyhow she's found the training grounds and she breathes an obvious sigh of relief. Finally, something to do that isn't sitting in an inn room, soaking in a hot spring or getting lost in a town she has no clue about. Target practice she can get behind and it's target practice she's at.

The first time she manages to zip one of her knives back in her hand thanks to this whole kinetic thing she actually quirks a half-grin.]

At least this is useful.

[The turtle duck near her feet quacks it's agreement. She pauses with her knife in hand and then leans over to ruffle the feathers on it's head.]

[III] HONEY OVER VINEGAR;

[Frankly Mai doesn't care in the least about this whole argument. King Arthur, Celliwig, Elphame Traders -- none of them mean a thing to her as a new arrival. And the more people try to explain the situation to her the less she begins to care. Eventually she just gestures around to all of the activities.]

Which of these is the least annoying to do.

[And this is how she ends up picking cookies off of trees. Or bushes. Or just growing out of the ground like this is how this naturally happens.

At least she doesn't seem to begrudge this particular task, though she's not above giving a knife a little twirl through a group of checkboard cookie stems to cut down a bunch at once. She's terribly good at not hitting anyone else and just cutting stems, not cookies.

She even pauses at one point to knock down one out of reach chocolate chip on a tree, catching it in her basket as it falls.]

[IV] THERE'S SAFETY IN NUMBERS;

[After cleaning off what blades got used in driving the minotaur away Mai silently volunteers to help clean up. She doesn't actually verbally volunteer but she just starts moving this and that with her kinetic magic, not saying a word about 'help' or anything like that.

The only reason she even concedes to the Buddy System in the end is through the harping of natives recommending it and likewise the familiar touch of internal guilt that comes with looking like she doesn't want to help someone else who might need it.

So she gives in only to find out one or the other of them has to touch some bit of the other person. And after about five minutes of hand-holding while still trying to clean she gives up.

Her voice is droll and tired to say the least.]

Can we just tie our shirts together or something.

[V] GROSS;

[A ritual of water purification -- okay, sure, fine, whatever. What makes her brow twitch though is this whole 'perfectly in sync' business.]

We may as well practice this first. What's the spell we have to chant.

[VI] WILDCARD;

[Want to take a dip in the hot spring? Maybe talk over AOL? Or heck, any of the other options? Feel free to make something up and heave it here. PMs are open for any questions.]

training ground...

[bleedformeplz]

[Someone else had the same idea to hit the training ground. Her original quirk was lost when she arrived to this world, replaced with these unknown quirks to her. Sooner or later, she had to learn them again, so why not?

Then, she saw the girl and observed in silent, held her breath and made her presence invisible. It was no magic, Himiko gained this technique over time, and it was still useful. She watched how the other girl how she threw her dagger to the target and beckoned to her hand. It looked pretty cool, and the girl was pretty too.

In an instant, Himiko taken a breath of air. Let's see how sharp her keen senses are. Would she be able to sense Himiko in that moment? Will this be a new friend for Himiko? This teen like to know more about this girl.]

Lan Sizhui | Chenqing Ling/The Untamed | Cognative/Siphon magic

[yunxiguang]

A. Soaking in Your Arrival

The plunge into bay is a shock for Sizhui, not for the temperature as much as the suddenness of the drop. He only just manages to catch a lungful of air before he goes under, water enveloping around him in a murky blue haze. It takes him a second--maybe two--before he remembers to kick his feet, propelling himself upwards and breaking the surface with a gasp. It's chilly, but not too cold to bear. The mountain streams and springs of Gusu get much colder than this at times, but he'll be in trouble if he stays out here too long.

He wipes the water out of his eyes and takes in his surroundings, noticing first the buoyant jellyfish bobbing in the water. That's how others seem to be making their way to the shore, so it will have to do. It's a brief swim to reach them, but no small effort to drag himself out of the water with the way his white robes are thoroughly drenched. As soon as Sizhui is on his feet, the surface under him bobs in the water, and a small lurch in his stomach tells him that he can't stay on these things for long. He presses his lips together, his jaw clenched just a little, as he makes his way from jellyfish to jellyfish--and finally to shore.

Sizhui's complexion is paler than usual when he makes it to solid sandy ground, but his discomfort will pass soon enough. After a few deep breaths, he takes inventory of himself and his belongings--only to find that he has none. His sword, his qiankun pouch... It's all missing. His gaze sweeps over the beach around him in the hope that they'd been washed ashore, and then out into the water again, concern knitting his brow. This is... not good.

B. Honey Over Vinegar

There's a lot to take in, but Sizhui is doing his best to take it in stride. With his sword (sheathed and carried) in one hand and a butterfly perched on his shoulder, he's taken to walking about the city and investigating the different aspects of life around him. There's a lot of talk about some sort of disagreement that's brewing, and how the people here are expected to help decide what to do. He doesn't have a lot of information to make a decision like that just yet, but he's willing to listen--which means stopping by each of the gatherings that are being hosted.

Sizhui takes the totem that he's given out to the farmlands, and he can't help but stare at the cookie orchard trees that are growing here. There's wonder in his expression as he gingerly pulls a wedding cookie off a bush. White powder sticks to his fingers as he handles the cookie, placing it into a basket that he was loaned; and he probably shouldn't--but he definitely does take a small taste from his fingertip. His eyes widen just a bit. The sweetness is surprising... but really good.

He picks a few of the easier to reach ones first--the flowers and bushes are all well and good. But then he looks at the trees, and that's more of a challenge. It's a shame that his butterfly familiar can't simply eat through the stems... and his sword doesn't respond to being controlled in the way that he's used to. He can't simply jump up there, either. He looks around to see how others are handling the situation, so maybe someone wants to give him a hand? The tree might be climbable if they work together...

Or maybe he notices another person about to shake their tree. Those wasp nests are hard to spot, but he'll call out a warning to them and hurry their way, even if he doesn't know them.

C. A Balanced Approach

The bug-catching contest isn't quite Sizhui's forte, but he's determined to try anyway. He manages to catch a few bugs--mostly grasshoppers and crickets--before the frogs come out to make a menace of themselves. One hops on his head to get a better look at what he's catching, which startles his familiar into flight. The frog's attention snaps to the butterfly instead, and Sizhui drops his net immediately in favor of catching his familiar in both hands and holding it against his chest. This was maybe not the best place to bring a butterfly familiar... but that frog isn't going away anytime soon. Maybe someone can help him coax the frog into trying for a different bug?

D. A Show of Strength

A forceful expedition is the least appealing of the three options for Sizhui; but he gave the other two their chance, it would be unfair to at least give the same opportunity to this group. So he follows the expedition out to the base of the Ash Mountains to dig up some geodes. He's handed a pick-axe, which is not a tool that he's ever before held in his life. He quickly discovers that he needs both hands for this, so he has to set his sword down for this--but he leans it against the cave wall, close enough to be in reach if he needs it. His familiar flutters over to rest on the cross-guard. And then he gets to work.

It's not long before he's sweating and setting the pick-axe down to rest against the handle, only a small pile of geodes next to him. This was not the sort of work that he was made for. He is a slender boy. Someone save him; he's doing his best.

E. A Stone's Throw from Revenge

All in all, Sizhui was having a very productive day, up until someone decided to start hurling boulders at the city. He hears a commotion from somewhere else in the city--just enough warning to have him on guard before a boulder is hurled into the second story of a nearby building. The crash is like an explosion, wood splintering in every direction. Instinctively, he drops down to a crouch to make a smaller target for the projectile, but it looks like other boulders are being hurled elsewhere in the city... and this one is presently lodged precariously in the wall.

Sizhui draws his arm up over his mouth and nose, using his long sleeve to keep from inhaling too much of the billowing dust that was shaken up during from the impact. He rushes forward, intent on seeing if there's anyone who needs help, either inside or out. It's a dangerous situation all around.

Perhaps he sees a figure in the dust cloud, and calls out to ask "Are you alright? Do you need help?" Or perhaps someone was inside the building when it was hit. If they call back to him, he can help them find a way out of the wreckage.

F. Wildcard

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C

[konpeito_aji]

Nobunaga shouldn't giggle. Really really shouldn't, especially if anyone other than Mitsuhide ever finds out how ticklish he is, but he can't help it.

DEEP BREATH --

"Oi Oi!" Nobunaga just drags the giant frog person away. "Leave beauties alone. Eat the ugly things to get stronger!" FLAWLESS LOGIC.

Chongyun || Genshin Impact || Snow Fox - Cognitive/Syphon

[pureyang]

Caravan to Camelot
[The caravan ride is a good way for a newcomer to gather their bearings and sort through just what it is that happened. It’s certainly been a whirlwind of events; falling into a lake, washing up to shore, learning about what happened to Teyvat… it’s almost a bit too much for Chongyun to believe, but yet here he is. So when he reaches the caravans, he mostly spends the first bit of the ride on his own, processing what he’s learned. Beside him, a small, fluffy fox is curled up, seemingly sleeping soundly as they ride.]

[That changes when they’re given the smartphones and earbuds. though. Not wanting to bother the other passengers, Chongyun tries to figure out the strange device he’s been given. How strange… was it magic? Alchemy? Some other sort of magic? Chongyun just finds it strange.]

[But while he’s fiddling with the phone, he presses something on the screen, and he jumps as loud music begins to play.]

Ah..!

[His little fox companion is roused from its sleep as he quickly fumbles with the device. But that seems to only make the music louder.]

Ah, no… How do I turn it off..?

[A little help..?]

The Red Spring - Training
[Fortunately for Chongyun, training is something that is quite familiar to him. So when he hears of a place that newcomers can go to practice their newfound skills, Chongyun wastes no time in getting into the familiar mindset he’s spent years honing during his own personal exorcism training back home.]

[Things like meditating and target practice come easy to him, until it comes to actually practicing his new magic. So used to calling upon his thaumaturgy skills or his Cryo Vision, it’s not difficult to call upon his new magic. However, actually using it is another matter entirely. Cognitive magic best worked if you used it with someone, did it not..?]

[So after a moment’s debate, Chongyun will approach your character, politely clearing his throat to get your attention.]

Excuse me. I apologize for the interruption, but would you be willing to assist me in something?

A Stone’s Throw from Revenge
[It’s just a regular day, as far as regular days go since being spirited off to a new world. Chongyun is fairly settled in by this point, to the point of even going about on a couple small errands. Nothing too strenuous, just going to get some food at one of the nearby restaurants. Some place that he recalls advertising a cold fish dish, and he’s eager to try it out.]

[He’s in line at the restaurant, waiting to make his order, when the first round of screaming starts. Chongyun perks up, brows knitting in concern, before the wall of the restaurant is suddenly burst open as a large bounder crashes into it. He crouches down to avoid debris, but once the dust settles, he springs into action. Abandoning his spot in line, Chongyun runs forward to the broken wall and the fleeing people outside.]

What—?!

[And then he sees just what’s going on outside. Flying boulders crashing into buildings, causing damage and forcing people to flee for their lives. Chongyun can see one sailing through the air, missing one of the buildings but about to hit someone nearby. Without thinking he rushes forward towards the person.]

Get down!!

[If you didn’t hear his cry, you’ll definitely feel the way he tackles you out of the way of the latest incoming boulder.]

Quest - Party Rock Anthem
[Normally, Chongyun avoids parties like the plague. Given his congenial positivity, things like parties were just too big of a risk for him to even attempt approaching. Too much positivity, too much stimulus, too much excitement for one such as him, with his delicate condition. But when he hears about the reason for the party, and how it hasn’t stopped in days, and how people could be trapped and unable to leave? Well, that makes him consider more seriously, weighing the risks of going versus the needs of those trapped within.]

[Ultimately, he decides to go to the party. As an exorcist, it’s his duty to rid the world of curses and evil spirits, and it seems that such a need exists even in this world. And if people were truly trapped, then someone needed to go and help them escape.]

[That was easier said than done, however. The party atmosphere alone is enough to make him break out into a sweat, and even lingering on the outskirts of the party isn’t truly enough for Chongyun to not feel his heart rate quicken. He’s got a cup of ice water in hand, which in itself was difficult to acquire, especially since the partygoers kept trying to give him alcohol despite his many protests. But as he tries to look for the vessel to destroy and free the party, it’s clear that he’s having a tough time keeping his composure.]

[Will you try to help him calm down? Or perhaps you’re one of the revellers who want him to cut loose and have fun?]

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A Stone's Throw from Revenge

[tantailizing]

[In the middle of his new work route - okay, finding an alternative route to his destination - the screaming starts. Looking up, Zidane sees the boulders coming in and decides that work might have to wait. Whatever's behind this has to be stopped and considering one boulder is now headed right at him, that's gonna be stopped.]

[He sees it losing its momentum as he concentrates, but he yelps when he's knocked out of the way. Him, the package he was carrying, and the person who tackled him - sorry there, his tail just kinda grabbed on - are all going down to the ground.]

[... What the hell just happened? And that... that was a crushed box beneath him.]

[Well... shit.]

Bishop Sasarai | Suikoden | Armadillon; Elemental (Earth Focus) & Cognitive

[harmonian]

>>> SOAKING IN YOUR ARRIVAL

[Sasarai vaguely remembers being on a horse, and then, very suddenly...he wasn't.

It's the unexpected plunge that sets his mind reeling and the sharp iciness of the water which meets him that steals the breath from his lungs.

He starts to sink almost immediately, limbs pinwheeling as he drops like a stone. Someone swims up to him through the murk, gently puts an arm around him, and guides him to the surface.

He scrambles forward into a kneeling position atop of a pillowy, gelatinous creature bobbing along in the water and glances downward in time to see the figure of a woman descend back into the depths.

This is all a lot to take in at once so he remains seated on top of the jellyfish for several minutes, watching as people scramble to the surface of this mysterious lake then hop across the jellies to the distant white shoreline.

Well...

With a sigh, he finally rises and hops forward until he reaches the shallows and has to walk the rest of the way, legs sloshing through the freezing water.

Sasarai looks out of place, even among the other newcomers. He is ornately dressed and visibly shaken but his pale gaze intently scrutinizes the crowd, searching for anyone who looks like they might know what's going on.]

>>> THE CARAVAN TO CAMELOT

[At the top of the cliffs, Sasarai allows himself to be ushered into a carriage.

He sits down and holds the provided phone in his hands, not sure what he's supposed to do with it. He holds it one way, then another, then flips it over.

When other people climb into the carriage he looks up at them with a tired grin before turning his attention back to the little card-shaped piece of technology that he hasn't managed to turn on yet.]

>>>THE RED SPRING

[People walking through the training grounds may find themselves suddenly unbalanced or knocked over by a surge of magic shaking through the earth beneath their feet. Sasarai appears not too long later, moving at a pace just below a light jog.]

Are you okay?

Red Springs HOLY SHIT SASARAI HELLO

[ofsilverflame]

[Just FYI, Chris is the Flame Champion as I play her, but I'm happy to bounce her off a non-Chris FC Sasarai if that's your pleasure!]

When the ground suddenly starts shaking and moving beneath her feet, Chris stumbles, falling to one knee, but she's more surprised by the sudden unexpected movement than hurt. In fact, she's rather philosophic about it; just another day at the training ground.

She's picking herself up and dusting off her armour as Sasarai jogs up. "Yes, I'm fine. No need to—oh." Recognition lights up as she turns around and sees who she's speaking to. "Bishop Sasarai. I didn't realize you'd joined us."

Masamune Date | Ikemen Sengoku | Kinetic + Animal

[onecupdrunk]

Soaking in your Arrival

For all that he was for spotaneity, he didn't appreciate getting dumped into a cold lake out of no where. A loud gasp for air sounds as he breaks the surface, but it doesn't take long for a jellyfish to appear under him and to lift him for the surface. It left the man surprised, and he looked down at it before laughing, shaking his head. What sort of strange hallucination had he woken up in? Maybe there was something wrong with the sake Mitsuhide had slipped him this time. It wasn't making him tired like it normally did, at least.

Still, it was about then that he noticed the little white tiger next to him, seeming to be little more than a wisp in the sun to the point where he wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light. If it was, it was a neat trick, and it made him wonder if Shougetsu would look similar when he grew up. He didn't have time to wonder for long though, as once he was close enough to the shore he left the water and began to look around. There were others like him, and while he wanted to run up and ask questions there was something else he had to take care of first.

He took off his eye patch then, allowing the trapped water to flow away freely as he wrung it out. Underneath that patch was a sword scar on his right eye, and he began to look around again -- this time, for staring. As much as he told himself it didn't bother him anymore, he knew it couldn't be pleasant to look at. And he didn't exactly want someone to lose their lunch over him.

The Red Spring

At least there was one thing that was normal there, and he couldn't help relaxing alongside his little familiar and a large cat... Wait, that wasn't a cat, that was a tiger cub! Said cub seemed to be more curious and restless than the other two, to the point of running around the edge of the water to explore. Masamune grinned as he saw him disappearing on the other side of the steam, confident he'd be able to get Shougetsu back later if need be.

Just how would the other patrons of the hot spring take to a wild tiger cub running around, though?

Honey over Vinegar

"Well, would you look at that."

Masamune couldn't help a mischievous grin at the sight. While he had heard about the trees and flowers producing baked confections, it was another thing to see it in person. Masamune sampled one and picked others, knowing that these were supposed to be used for peace talk meals. It had him wondering if sweets would be enough, and just like that he was thinking of what he could make for such an occasion. He'd have to find good meat and vegetables though, and this orchard wasn't exactly an ideal source for those.

But, he grinned as one more thought came to mind.

"Hideyoshi would lose it if Nobunaga found this place," He murmured to himself, amused at the thought and at once missing his friends and allies. He'd have to find a way back to Azuchi as soon as possible, then Oshu after that. But he could at least trust Kojuro to take care of things in his absence...

Ah, that made him itch all the more to get back though! He'd have his own wild tales to tell when he returned, and Mai would likely enjoy those at any rate.

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Red Spring

[konpeito_aji]

"Hello Shougetsu," Nobunaga didn't even look up from his soak in the spring at first. Until it slowly sank in. "Eh?" he looked around, figuring the tiger cub must be someone's familiar, not the shougetsu he actually knew! Besides, Date Masamune was almost definitely going to be the last one to show up, he's always late! Nobunaga tickled under the tiger cub's chin and mused that it definitely seemed like Shougetsu. Not that he had THAT much experience with tiger cubs that he could say for certain he could tell the difference! He just counts the stripes and narrows his eyes. It does seem a little unlikely for a coincidence!

"Masamune you around here somewhere?!" He will tackle and half drown his stupid best friend ally.

Adela | Original Character | Elemental + Siphon

[enchantressofore]

The Caravan to Camelot

Nehra, she was exhausted. Between the fire, the assailant, and now being soaked to the bone from falling into a lake, she felt ill. Flushed, and resting against the back of the carriage for the moment while ignoring the little winged demon just sitting on her head. Said demon was frowning, but he was quiet and didn't seem to be too intent on bothering her.

The girl (was she a girl? She was small at any rate without much to define her age or gender considering her baggy and wet clothing) was looking around, silent but at least curious. They were in this strange place now, and she still wasn't exactly clear on how or why. Maybe she'd find out, though being this close to so many people was a little too uncomfortable.

The carriage jostled and caused her to bump into the person next to her, and she couldn't help the startled noise she made before shakily speaking, "I-I apologize."

She didn't like this... Not one bit. She couldn't even meet the eye of the person she bumped into, instead taking to looking away and at the scenery for the moment.

Training Grounds

If she was there to learn magic, there was no time like the present. Adela had made her way to the training grounds then, unsure of just what she could do, but wanting to at least make herself useful. Still, the casual mention of magic was... Unsettling.

Still, with so much going on, it was hard not to feel lost. She was stood at the entrance to the training grounds, frowning as she tried to look over everything to figure things out. In truth, she had no idea where to go, what she should have been doing first, or anything like that. Magic seemed to work differently in this place after all, but it was also the aspect at approaching these people that had her rooted to the spot. Maybe it would be for the best if she just watched, for now...?

A Show of Strength

Finally, something she could get into! She arrived at the mine with tools in tow, a smile on her face, and an intent to find something interesting. Even if she didn't find any geodes, certainly there was the opportunity to find some interesting ores there!

It didn't take her long to start trying to split open one of the rocks with her pickaxe, and with a few good strikes the rock split right open, revealing the geode inside. It was then that she crouched down, looking at it closely and completely absorbed in her find. Just what was it? Adela picked up a piece, looking at it more closely and not really paying too much attention to what else might have been happening around her then. Who knew if this was a rock someone else needed or something she could use for herself, it was pretty to look at at the least!

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Show of Strength

[konpeito_aji]

Nobunaga faked an over-acted gasp of shock. "SHE SMILES!!!!" He announced far too loudly for the whole cavern to hear!

Marianne von Edmund | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | Animal and Healing

[sereneadherent]

Arrival

[Marianne is more graceful than she was as a teenager, but she still by no means has the balance required to keep her footing across a sea of giant jellyfish. Especially since they seem to be... gossiping? She swears she can hear voices, and the jellyfish are the only creatures near enough for her to pick up on the conversation. It's similar to how her Crest works, but clearer. Stranger.

Between a lack of balance and the distraction, Marianne topples into the water more than once before she finally makes it ashore. There, she finds that she isn't the only one who's collecting her wits after being unceremoniously dropped into a lake. It's a mixed blessing. While it's a relief that she isn't alone, being among a large group of strangers is overwhelming. She scans the sea of faces, trying to find a familiar one, and steps backward--right into someone passing by.]

Oh! I'm sorry.

[Instinctively, her gaze falls to the ground. It's easy to slide back into old habits when under stress like this.]


Caravan(ish) & Red Spring

[The Caravan ride over is largely uneventful, and Marianne spends the ride asleep while curled up with a diminuitive version of Dorte, her favorite horse from back at the monastery. A red-breasted robin flies in at some point, picking at her hair to try and rouse her, but ultimately gives up and flies off.

The party arrives at the Red Spring, and Marianne sets Dorte up in the stables before finding her room for the night. She could almost swear she hears the horse say goodnight to her before she leaves. She tries not to think too much about it.

Having slept most of the way here, Marianne isn't especially tired. Still, she wishes for some quiet and has little interest in exploring the springs or anything of the sort. Her head is still spinning from everything she's been told and from the situation she's left behind, and she simply lacks the emotional bandwidth to be social. She wants nothing more to read a little, pray to the Goddess (assuming she can even hear her, so far away), and rest.

However, she arrives to find the room occupied. Right, they're assigned two to a room, aren't they? She freezes in the doorway.]

Um, hello. I guess we're supposed to room together tonight.

If you would prefer to be alone, I can find somewhere else to go.

[A night in the stables probably wouldn't be that bad.]


Honey over Vinegar

[There's almost a cruel irony in the fact that Marianne has left a world torn apart by war only to be dropped in the middle of one considering it. She's not eager to see this place fall into horror and chaos, especially as the aggressor, and so she finds herself drawn to the faction intent on avoiding it at all costs.

Which is how she's found herself in an orchard filled with cookies, of all things. It's magical and a bit silly, but Marianne doesn't really mind. She doesn't really have much opportunity to, since right now she's kneeling on the ground and arguing with a horse the size of a large dog.]

Dorte, you can't keep eating cookies off of the bushes. You're going to make yourself sick.

[Dorte nickers in response.]

I know they're delicious, but you have to learn some restraint. Just because we're not in Fodlan is no excuse to let yourself go.

[Those familiar with Marianne really won't register this as unusual. Dorte is the one creature in Garreg Mach she talks to the most.]

honey over vinegar

[leicesters]

[While she scolds the horse, she'll hear a familiar voice from behind:]

In fairness to Dorte, he looks like he's practically shrinking and withering away! If you want him to grow up nice and strong, shouldn't you feed him well?

[Claude sidles up to Marianne and the pint-sized Dorte as if this is the most normal thing in the world, crouching down to join them and to get a better look at the mini-horse. And because, you know, saying hello like a normal person is overrated.]

Thomas | Suikoden | Alchemy & Kinetic, Sprite Familiar

[caringheart]

Splash Zone

[The Drop had been confusing as all hell, and Thomas hated every second of it. He'd hit the water and very nearly panicked as he was not a strong swimmer, but the gigantic jellyfish that had scooped him up and the accompanying voice of something small flitting around over his head had given him enough strength to reach the beach. Struggling out of the water with soggy clothes, he called out to the other people around him.]

Hello? Does anyone know where we are?


A Balanced Approach

[Iliona had been fairly insistent on coming to see what was going on, and Thomas hadn't the heart to say no. He was curious about the vote and the Celliwig, as well as the traders, and that had drawn him like a moth to a flame. The contest had struck him as odd, but he was easygoing enough that convincing him hadn't been hard. So gathering up his net, he started off into the fields.]

Okay! [He waves at anyone that happens to be near.] Do you want to take the north half of this field and I'll take the south? I know we're competing, but there's no reason to get in each other's way.

Stone's Throw

[Thomas, no stranger to danger, is just sitting down to have a nice cup of tea in a local cafe when wouldn't you know it...a giant boulder comes busting through the wall and smashes his table. With a yelp of surprise, he rushes outside.]

Are we under attack?!


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stone's throw

[latkje]

[ Nash is pinned to the wall, hands pressed to the bricks, right next to the giant boulder that the rock left behind. ]

I don't know. [ His voice doesn't crack, but his eyes are still wide, trying to follow the rock's trajectory. ] What gave you that idea?

Ami Mizuno | Sailor Moon | ???? / Technomancy

[suiseinosenshi]

Arrival A: Soaking in your arrival

Ami gasped as the cold water hit her skin, a sharp contrast to the intense burning that had enveloped her moments before. Inhaling water by mistake, she immediately kicked up towards the light, breaking the surface of the water with a splash. Around her, she could see and hear others surfacing, but no-one that she recognised. Treading water she quickly scanned her surroundings. It seemed as though they were in a lake of some sort, and she noticed a plethora of creatures both in the water and on shore. A black turtle circled her lazily. 

Is this what Greek mythology refers to as the River Styx? Perhaps I really am dead this time, she wondered with a pang of fear and grief, taking deep powerful strokes towards the shoreline. As she and others moved towards the shore, it seemed that each creature followed or was waiting for one specific person. Emerging from the lake dripping, she noticed that the black turtle, which had an intricate snake carving on its shell, was following her. She knelt down to talk to it. 

"Hi there," she said softly, feeling a little silly. "Are you...my guide?"

Perhaps mythology had got it wrong, and instead of a ferryman escorting them across the river of death, it was...for want of a better word...a spirit animal escorting them out of  a lake?

The turtle kind of shrugged, although it was hard to tell with a turtle. She sighed and stood, wringing water out of her clothes and hair as she looked around, wondering what to do next. She belatedly noticed she was no longer wearing her senshi  uniform and was back to the clothing she'd been wearing before the last fight. 

Arrival C: The Red Spring

It had been an emotionally exhausting day, and Ami felt pushed to her limits. Not only was she still mentally and physically recovering from her 'death', but the unexpected arrival, disorientation and then long journey was taking a toll. She was really looking forward to a rest so she could come to terms with and analyse everything that had happened.

First she needed to find her room at the inn. Bunking with an unknown person was causing her some anxiety, and she only hoped that she'd get along with the other person, or at the very least, each was content to keep to themselves. What if it's a boy?? Her face heats up in a blush. Surely whoever was in charge would be putting people in same-sex rooms...

She knocks tentatively on a room door, hoping that this is the right room...

Later, after carefully storing her scant belongings, she changes into her bathing suit, which, for some reason, had been included her stuff from home. Ami was looking forward to soaking in the hot spring, especially when she heard that it had restorative powers. Perhaps she'd be able to analyse the water? Just in case, she had grabbed a spare small empty bottle to get a sample.

She steps into the hot water, letting out a sigh as she sinks down against one of the edges of the spring.

Wildcard!

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Soaking in Your Arrival

[roseeclair]

"AMI-CHAN!"

Ami wouldn't find herself alone for long. Makoto had traveled down to the bay to keep an eye out for people from home, and to greet other newcomers too, so seeing that familiar short blue bob being pulled to shore by a turtle? Her face lights up as she runs and waves at her fellow senshi, a bear made of jade green lightning loping alongside her.

Cassius | Granblue Fantasy | kinetic - technomancy

[moonspiracy]

Arrival
[At the point he reaches the shore his head is full of questions and there isn’t one single rational answer in sight. There is no explanation for this sudden change in scenery. There hasn’t been anything going on that could have triggered an anomaly like this.

Despite the somewhat overwhelming nature of this entire situation the look on Cassius’ face is a very neutral one. He takes his time as he looks around himself, assessing the situation and noticing that he isn’t the only one affected by this irregularity. Others are arriving as well. Some carried by very fascinating sea creatures, some swim.

Yet, when he hears a very familiar buzzing sound close to him he tenses a little. A small drone flies around him and the sheer presence of this Moon-made piece of machinery here is, in a way, worrisome.]

Hmm… [He takes a couple of steps forward, very aware of the drone close to him and also very aware of the fact that said drone might attack him or one of the others. It is definitely better to keep a certain distance for now.

So that’s why whoever approaches him is greeted with a rather blunt:

Stay away.

[And to show how important it is to keep a certain distance he takes a couple of steps back, watching carefully how the drone follows him.]


Caravan to Camelot - A
[These transmitters make no sense and Cassius takes his time to look at them. The attachements seem to serve more of a decorative purpose than anything else. And right before he wants to point out that this equipment might not work at its full capacity and how uncomfortable it might be when used, the man says that.]

It is highly illogical to tell us to look into a box full of feces. [Allow him to elaborate on how faulty your logic is, Archimedes.] Our movements are already restricted by the wetness of our clothes and, even though I have not received proper confirmation, there is a slight chance that many of us have not received proper nutrition to keep our body temperatures on an acceptable level. No one benefits from the stench of excrements.

Caravan to Camelot - B
[While his brain is still processing the information he has received in the most logical way possible he reaches out and takes two of the small bottles out of the mini bar. Their colors differ. One tells him about the ‘sweet taste of honey’ and the other mentions strawberries.

Strawberries it is. Strawberries and videos about bread and jam. A comforting taste and a comforting sight in a place that seems to be far away from the friends he has made.

And no, he isn’t using earbuds. They defy the definition of logic and even though he does not mind to indulge in all things illogical, this is not the place to do so.

Enjoy the sound of bread being cut, jam being spread and the occasional comment about making jam and facts about jam no one really needs.]


Honey over Vinegar
[To be honest, Cassius is here for the cookies and he isn’t even actively participating in the tournament. He is just walking around to shake cookies out of the trees so he can finally shove them in his mouth.]

Mmm…very fascinating. [Despite the fact that he misses his friends, curiosity is definitely killing the cat right now. In a way this world doesn’t differ much from the one he has chosen as his home. Everything about it defies logic and even more so. After all, Cassius is trained to be a soldier and nothing more. He knows how to fight, how to obey the orders given to him, how to handle himself in dire situations. Yet, it seems his body is also able to make use of magic and it seems they have forced this by changing the role of the drone, making it his partner instead of a mere machine used for combat.

This time he isn’t shaking the cookies out, no, the macarons might be located a little bit too high for that and the tree trunk itself is too thick and sturdy. Shaking the tree would be foolish and highly inefficient, a waste of time, actually.

So anyone who comes close may see a pale man with long hair trying to make himself float a little higher to finally fall flat on his face.]

[OOC: feel free to wildcard and if there are any questions you can PM me or boop me on plurk playdespacito ]

arrival

[granmaster]

Hm? What do you mean stay a-- Cassius?

[ That was an odd start to seeing his friend again. He looks around, wondering why he would even say 'stay away' in the first place. He spots the drone, and then realized- there's only one thing that would cause Cassius to act this way. He tenses up, ready to act if need be. ]

Is that... Moon technology? [ He didn't want to make final judgement, but it did look like it. ]

Dolce || Rune Factory 4 | Marionetta / Alchemy & Death Magic

[dolcedeleche]

Soaking:

[She has the strangest sense of having done this before. There's a vague uncertainty as she reaches out through the water, feeling her twintails floating, and she looks with her heart for Pico, but can't find the ghost girl? Is she drowning? No, she can move, so to the surface.]

[Deja vu. That's what this feeling's called.] Pico! [Where is she?]

[She swims to shore, noting that's it's colder than it should be. Wasn't she waterlogged? But no, she's in a bikini. But it's too cold for that! She doesn't remember reaching the summer festival! She shivers on the shore, looking for something to warm her up, or a towel to dry off, grateful that there's no silk hat to worry about and yet--?] PICO!!!!

[Why can't she FEEL her?!]

[Oh. An annoying marionetta laughs at her in cackles.] Do you have my Pico?

[Just more laughs, and Dolce sighs.]

[Help a nearly naked girl out?]

Red Spring & Training Ground

[In the inn room, Dolce finally has her full elegant goth lolita garb back, and just works away at some knitting, humming happily to herself.]

[In the spring, she's back to the bikini, soaking all the way up to her nose almost like she's trying to hide!]

[Though she moves up VERY SLIGHTLY to mumble.] Hello. [Before slinking back down to hiding like a crocodile.]

[In training, she looks very determined... and a little bit floundering! She's trying something with strings? Maybe puppetry? Maybe voodoo!? And then she gives up and huffs.] Just bring me a chemistry set already.


GROSS!!!

[Dolce isn't fazed by the stink, the disgusting terms, or any of it!]

[She tackles it methodically, eager to do black magic that is for good purposes, and has all the purification pieces ready and handy.]

Are you ready? Don't worry, I can sync to you. Don't think too much about that.

Soaking

[picoboo]

[Are you ready for it? I don't think you're ready for it... get ready for it... it's coming... there's something like an earth rumbling commotion before...]




[Pico tackles Dolce headlong, smooshing her face right up into Dolce's chest like the little perverted non-ghost-girl that she is.]

I missed you! Oh my beautiful darling Dolly, Dolly, DOLLY!

[She'll... probably need... and want a crowbar right about now. Possibly to murder Pico for being so loud, clingy, and... well... Pico.]

Ashe Ubert | Fire Emblem Three Houses | Animal magic & Green magic

[freckledarcher]

[I. Arrival]

[While Ashe enjoyed swimming he didn't enjoy being dunked in such cold water, especially in his clothes! He swam up to the surface to see where he ended up at when he noticed that he wasn't in Fodlan anymore. He took off clothes to let them dry when he heard the conversation of the Jellyfish it looked like they weren't going to harm him, so he could rest easy. While his clothes were drying he noticed a cat joined him on shore. However, it didn't look like an ordinary cat with the way their ears were very pointy at the tips and the white patch of hair among their black fur. Well, he wouldn't turn them away. He smiled over at them and opened his hand for them to sniff his palm.]

Hello friend, are you lost here too?

[The cat mewled and rubbed their head against his palm. Ashe hummed softly as he scratched under their chin.]

It looks like you are. I'll go change then we can get out of this place together okay?

[The cat rubbed against Ashe's hand before they stepped back. Ashe changed into his dry clothes and gestured to the cat to follow him. He wasn't sure where he ended up at, he hoped it wasn't too bad.]

[II. Caravan]

[Once Ashe got settled he got into the carriage with his new companion Ky, he couldn't resist naming them after Kyphon from legend, and looked out the window at the sites before him. Well, it looked like he wasn't in Fodlan anymore then where did he end up? Was everyone okay? He hated leaving right when there was a war going on, but it looked like it was out of his hands. He rubbed Ky's head who took a nap in his lap and looked through the things that came with him. A book he had on hand, some mint tea, his bow, and a notebook he kept when it was his turn to cook just in case he needed to make a change in the dish for someone. At least those things were dry, however there was something they gave him that he didn't understand. They called it a smartphone? How did it work? What was a smartphone anyway?

Ashe frowned as he turned the phone around in his hands. Hmm, I wonder how I'm supposed to use this? Um, excuse me? Do you know what this is?

[Hopefully, the person across from him would know about this new item.]

[III. Red Spring]

[After Ashe was dropped off he can be found in a couple of places. He can be found at the inn checking out his room with Ky perched on his shoulder. He hoped his roommate doesn't mind him checking the room. When he's not at the inn he can be found at the spring. It was quite relaxing, he stepped into the water and enjoyed the soothing effects. He stared up at the ceiling with a small sigh.]

I wonder what do I do now?

[IV. A Stone's Throw From Revenge]

[Ashe remembered going into the nearby building to check out the spell books when the building shook and he found himself on the floor. He woke up to Ky frantically screaming in his mind if he was alright. Ashe sat up and held his head.]

I'm alright Ky, don't worry, man what was that? [Ashe rubbed his head when he noticed that the building was shaking and saw a few people on the floor not to far away from him. He got up and jogged over to that person.] Hey are you okay? Come on we need to get out of here!

[It wouldn't be his first time he's helped someone out, but he wondered what caused the building to shake?]

[V. Wildcard]

[If there was anything you wanted to do with Ashe let me know!]

1 Arrival

[picoboo]

[Whoa! It's a boy! A cute boy! A cute half-dressed boy! Aaaaack! Okay she's going to hide until he's finished changing for modesty's sake! It's one thing when she spies on Dolly, but she doesn't know this guy!

Pico was here because this is where she often tended to stay in the hopes of finding her Dolly, but once in a while there were other people she thought might be interesting too! Ashe happened to fall in that category because with the silver hair and the youthful sunny looking smile, he reminded her of Lest. When he's finally dressed, she's just going to peek out from her hiding place behind a boulder.]

Hello!

[There's a rather small child looking up at Ashe, definitely young looking... almost single digits young.]

You're new here, right?

Fran | Final Fantasy XII

[ranksinmistlore]

{arrival; making a splash}

[Of all the arrivals she might have considered - much less all she might have chosen - finding herself suddenly in the middle of a fairly sizable body of water is not anything that Fran would have expected. And for all that it's relatively trivial to make good her escape she is quite understandably soaked by the time she makes it to the shore proper. She pays it little heed, though, stopping only to shake water out of her long ears before beginning her ascent.

Which is probably not made any easier by the fact that she's doing it in high heels and fairly high ones at that, but she picks her way carefully up the carved steps with only the briefest of stumbles here and there.

Later, at the top of the cliff, she can also be found raising an eyebrow at the mention of "the Shit Box."]

An unusual name.

[If she's noticed the small rabbit-like creature that's been bounding along behind her throughout, she's said nothing about it, even when it seems disinclined to leave her side.]

{a stone's throw}

[Though Fran cannot claim to - yet - have any significant connection to either Camelot or the buildings thereof, the sound of heavy impacts against the walls is all but impossible to ignore. More so, even, when there's nothing that would have seemed likely to cause it previously. In fact, Fran's concern only grows all the deeper once she manages to catch sight of the minotaur and the rocks.]

Would that there were a way [a brief pause and earflick as she ducks out of the way of some falling rubble.] to delay the stones' passage.

[Still, she's already readying her bow, for all the good it might do. But better to try, than not.]

a stone's throw

[theleadingman]

[Fortunately, Fran won't be going this alone— and while they've certainly faced larger and far more dangerous foes than this one, he would wager, there's something about the petty nature of throwing rocks and being generally disruptive that makes this one so much more irritating.]

Easier said than— [he, too, pauses as he quickly ducks right and then down low to avoid an incoming rock that sails past them] done!

[If they had their usual array of magicks and technicks, it might be a different story, but Balthier fears the gifts Avalon has given him are noticeably lacking in this particular situation. Even as she readies her bow, he draws his gun from its holster, jaw set.]

If we were to lure his attention elsewhere, it just may be enough!

Yvelon Noirterel (WoL) | FFXIV | Healing/???

[saltmage]

[Inn]

[The inn he was herded into with the other newcomers was far more technologically advanced than he was accustomed, but not enough for him to think it might be an unpleasant disruption. Being the first to arrive, he dimmed the lights, and took over the only desk with a pile of books and some meager first aid supplies he’d managed to convince some locals to part with.

When another enters the room he only briefly looks up, then goes back to his books. No greeting. He was resigned to coexisting with this person, but was not going to succumb exchanging false pleasantries and smalltalk if he did not have to.]

[Training Grounds]

[Yvelon was fortunate that the magic he received on arrival was his specialty in Eorzea, however the way it worked was foreign enough for him to struggle with it. Thus he found himself at the training grounds, not to train, but to tend to those that were. For the most part he sat off to the side, reading something or another, until he saw the inevitable magical blunder at which point he makes his way over to check on the person. Generally looming over them at 6’10, and garbed in full black, he doesn’t give off the friendliest of vibes.]

I do not suppose you require some help with that?

[Stone’s Throw]

[The boulder attack may have come as a surprise to most, but Yvelon had just been waiting For something to go wrong, as things often did. He wasted no time in getting in the thick of the chaos to tend to the wounded, while he was still adjusting to the new form of magic, he had enough knowledge of less-magical first aid to still be of use. So whether your character is injured, or perhaps he’s just started barking orders and yours simply went along with it, he’s got his hands pressing on an ugly looking wound and is either getting the injured party to help, or looking to his impromptu assistant for help.]

Apply pressure here. [Yvelon reached into his bag for some bandages to wrap up the wound with.] It shall hurt, but provided you do not start sticking your fingers in the wound, you will live.

Training ground

[picoboo]

[As it happened, Pico wasn't really much taller than 3 foot something or other, and when she trained it was mostly just running around as fast as her little legs could carry her. Surprisingly that was quite fast! The reason for this was because Pico was a bit of a specialist in Kinetic magic, so she used it to enhance her own speed which was probably why when she crashed into a wall it made such and impact.]

OWWWWW!!!! OHHHH!!! STUPID BODY! Being alive can be really awful sometimes!

[One might argue that being dead would be worse, but then such people probably didn't know Pico so well. As she's trying to hold her bleeding wounds from her headlong crash into a wall, she notices a dark and looming shadow and slowly looks up to see... quite the giant of a man, even by normal standards.]

Uhhhhhhhhh... that's okay, I uh... I do this a lot.

[Which was certainly true, but she was more intimidated by the juggernaut towering over her than whatever injuries her own reckless form of training caused her.]