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aefenglom's test drive! All threads can be considered game canon, should you choose to do so; regardless of if you pick specific threads to remain canon to the game, the prompts and test drive itself will be. This will be touched on later in-game, so it's fairly important to note! Aside from that, here are some quick reminders:• Reserves Open Today! If you're interested in securing a spot, put one in! We accept applications without reserves too, of course. Reserves will expire three days before the end of the application period, on the 28th.With that taken care of...
• Applications Open The 24th! These will last until the end of the month, the 30th, with the game formally beginning on May 1st. The application page can be found here.
• If you have any questions about the game or the world, please refer to the FAQ page; if you still have questions, feel free to ask them! For questions specific to the test drive, please ask them on the appropriate thread.
• For the purposes of the test drive, your character will have access to all magics taught by the Coven if they're a Witch, and as much of their shifted form as you'd like if they're a Monster. Feel free to play around and experiment with each!
• Test drive threads can be used as samples for your applications!
You feel like you're floating. Around you, colors and sounds and smells swirl as if trapped in a whirlpool, vibrancy and hue ever shifting. The more you watch them, the less solid they are; they only become clear out of the corner of your eye. The area around you begins to feel more solid as well, until your feet are on the ground, the wind brushes playfully against your face -
and you know one thing, and one thing alone: this is a dream, and an incredibly realistic one at that.
The Tea Party
The air turns a sweeter smell, almost like a bakery; the gentle laughter and chatter of living creatures filters in through leaves that brush against you, hanging from winding vines that hang from above. Flowers in shades of orange and red glow faintly among the greenery, their petals curling in shyly once they're paid attention to. As the area comes more into focus, the shadows of insect-winged forms become clearer, flitting about - talking about some kind of party, about a Queen, about the Courts meeting on neutral ground for the first time in a thousand years.
You're not entirely sure what's going on, and it doesn't seem as if anyone's noticed you've arrived - but three different paths unfurl in your mind's eye, vague in shape and meaning.
 A Taste of Faeryland... Following the voices, you find them: smaller-than-average humanoids with thin limbs, a variety of wings (prismatic butterfly, fuzzy moth, delicate bee - all of it), large, glittering compound eyes, antennas fitting their winged insect-type... Those familiar with the tales of the fae might recognize these Monsters as something similar. They greet you as if you were an old friend regardless of your appearance, inviting you to sit down at the table - which seems to go on forever in the large dining hall-esque canopy of nature they have set up, lined with elegant porcelain tableware and shimmering orbs of magic. The food is similarly endless, ranging from the familiar to the unusual, and careful observation (or just plain digging in) shows the following effects: breakfast foods make you glow and emit colorful sparks, brunch foods get you floating as if filled with bubbles, lunch foods will make you feel as if you've taken part in happy hour, dinner foods will make you insatiably hungry, and dessert will make you feel as if you should simply stay in Faeryland forever... It's possible to mix and match these with effects, but do be careful. The creatures present speak in high, lilting voices about nothing in particular at all - if asked anything serious, they merely give the character a curious if disproving look and say it's impolite to speak of politics over a meal. Ask something a little more lighthearted though, and they laugh and still... don't quite answer, patting your hand and asking if you'd like an extra slice of buttered bread and jam. The tables aren't exactly the best place for eavesdropping and learning what's going on, it seems - but there are plenty of exits out of the dining hall. Large, beetle-like Fae stand guard at the entrances of various hallways outside of the hall in the castle though, preventing anyone from entering them. When asked, they simply reply these are to private quarters that ordinary guests aren't allowed into and refuse to budge on the matter. |
 A Coalition of Interests... The Seelie and the Unseelie Courts of the Fae - whether you know them or not, evidently it's a big deal that they're meeting tonight. Or over several days and nights; the Fae themselves seem to be in a bit of an argument over how long they actually want to stay in the same company as their counterparts, neutral ground of the Dewaint Forest. Regardless, there are no marked differences between the two physically, and they all speak of a singular Queen heading them; behaviorally, though, that's another thing entirely. Those of the Seelie Court are quicker to engage in conversation and prefer it one-on-one, hardly allowing a word in edgewise and getting irritated when interrupted; their pranks are usually mildly malicious, with spells causing uncontrollable laughter, color changes, and charms to make the charmee fall in love at first sight with whomever they see first peppering their repertoire. Returning to their good graces is fairly easy - the gift of something pretty as an apology tends to work, but each Fae has their own very particular gift they like. If it's messed up even a little bit, they won't accept it, and will merely play another trick upon the giftee. Those of the Unseelie Court, meanwhile, are a little harder to talk to; they prefer to prank and trick first to test those they might be interested in as a group, not unlike children trying to get the attention of someone they like by pulling their hair. Their pranks usually range from genuine hurt (such as pulling hair, stinging nettles, or simply beating them with bound vines) to curses (losing one's voice, the head of an ass, or full-scale animal transformations). Withstanding these, or standing up to these Fae, earns as much of their ire as it does their respect - the truly respectful human will be subjected to headpats and collars, like a pet. |
 A Treacherous Adventure... As beautiful as it is outside of the main dining hall and newly-grown castle (just for the momentous occasion itself, going by the rumors!), Faeryland as a whole is mired in danger. The wrong step sends one tumbling down a rabbit hole full of interesting sights, landing in a wide field of drooping flowers that snore softly and scream bloodcurdling loud when awoken. No matter how long one walks, discovering both familiar and unfamiliar sights, never ends in finding the castle again. In fact, it's much easier to find yourself accidentally going deeper into the woods. The exceptionally tall trees of the Dewaint Forest show hints of decay and rot, the smell of the dead barely covered by the flowers desperately growing across the blackened bodies of Fae and other animals that wandered too close to the growing infection in the area. What look like corpses will tremble and rise when they sense someone is close by - their eyes and mouth are pure white, contrasting with the darkness around them, and throughout the shell are cracks of a similarly pulsing whiteness; it smells magical, it feels incredibly heavy and overpowering, and it might just be too powerful for those most sensitive to the corruption and to magic. The shadowy creatures' wings are larger than normal and monstrous, with their bodies held up by the dew-crying flowers that simultaneously hold them back yet sneak their roots closer to grab those who awakened them and drag them closer. Where the monster begins and ends with the corrupted nature it's made its bed in isn't completely clear, but one thing is: it's very, very hungry. Thankfully, it's a good thing some of you have new abilities at hand, and some of you have a few neat changes to help. Teaming up makes things go quicker, and once defeated, these creatures bleed white magic and disappear in ashy smoke, shell breaking off in bits to reveal a dried-up corpse of a Fae. Nothing else remains, not even a hint to their identity, and the more of these monstrously-turned Monsters characters meet, the bigger and more terrifying they get. |
America | Hetalia | OTA
[A] taste of fairyland
[A long time ago, England told him--scared him with--lots of stories about fairies and what you should and shouldn't do. America doesn't really remember them, and that's why he's loaded down his plate with food. It doesn't occur to him to eavesdrop on everyone else when there's so much food to eat. Anyway, this feels more like a meal before a tough meeting, and America hates those.
The meetings, not the food. The first thing down his throat is way too much bacon. It's only a couple of seconds later when he starts glowing blue and lights up like a sparkler. He leaps out of his seat like a startled cat, wings flared out like he's going to scare the sparks away.
It does not scare the sparks away. It sends the sparks flying everywhere. His lashing tail isn't helping, either.]
fairies are [B]astards
[Okay, these little fluttery jerks really need to stop pulling his hair. He huffs and swats at them, but they remain just out of reach and it seems to be encouraging them, if anything. He's growling and baring his teeth and usually he doesn't get this worked up, but they're really being annoying!]
Go mess with someone else! [Or else he'll... Something! He hasn't gotten that far yet.]
the [C]ollection begins
[Okay, so... Like, sometimes you're at a banquet, and you're eating, but you become very aware that all this silverware is... Shiny? Interesting? Silver? Metal? Something.
Anyway, he's going to take all the silverware now. His silverware. His neighbor's silverware. Your silverware.]
You're not using this, right? [It doesn't matter if you are.]
corpses are [D]isgusting
[America really doesn't feel well. He doesn't know enough to recognize the feel of magic yet, and he doesn't have any idea about the corruption, but he's enough of a dragon that he's feeling dizzy just from being near them. He doesn't even have enough time to convince himself he's fine before the first one gets up. He registers zombie before he registers anything else, and he yelps in what's definitely not terror.]
What the hell is that?!
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Guess he's relegated to eating finger food now...? ]
I - I guess not, but, uh, why do you need so much?
[ Izuku. You were definitely using that stuff. Just ask for one fork back or something... ]
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'Cause it's mine now.
[See? The perfect answer. He's just going to shove all this silverware into his jacket pockets as best he can.]
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I - er - can I at least have my fork back????
[ He was eating cake, America. Heavily frosting-laden cake! It was so good. He can't eat that with his fingers and remain Polite. ]
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[ Give him a better explanation...! ]
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Dangerous is what it is - come on!
[Where are they going to go in this seemingly endless wood? Who knows! Away from that thing is a good start!]
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Maybe we should fight it? [He doesn't want anyone thinking he's scared of these monsters or anything!]
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Do you know how?
[Discretion is the better part of valor, America!!]
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...Watch where you're swingin' that thing. Try a sandwich or somethin', people seem like they're havin' a real good time with that. [ sort of griping here, like, come on!!! watch it yo ]
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[ like god willing, ]
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[ You know, like that's normal. ]
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No matter. He's forced to return to the banquet.
Someone hasn't had a good time with the food, that's for certain. Who that someone is, though, England doesn't realise until he gets a glimpse at their thrashing face.
He crosses his arms. Though he looks more like England than America looks like America at this point, he's definitely fae--blessed with wings, scales, and antennae, and standing quite a few inches shorter than he once did.] You didn't listen to me at all, did you?
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I don't know what you're talking about! [He says, in a way that implies he knows what England is talking about. He's still scattering sparks all over.]
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That being said-]
I- uhm. Well, I wasn't at the time... [It looks like it didn't actually matter if he was or not given the other just kind of took it anyways.] What...why do you need it? You have your own set to use.
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He's a bit more worried about the other seemingly being a bit of a kleptomaniac of some kind though.] You wanted to keep them. Because of their shiny quality? [A bit simple...] Is this a common compulsion of yours?
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