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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. |
misa amane | death note | monster!
II. coalition of interests / 2p looks
III. treacherous adventure / ruh roh
IV. wildcard!
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[ Majima raised his eyebrows as she reached over for a fresh-buttered English muffin, but hey. If Misa wanted it that badly, she was welcome to it. He was going to slide the side of his fork into the center of this immaculately constructed eggs benedict instead. ]
Ah. Not at all. Please, help yourself.
[ Misa's current state of apparent tipsiness was a bit concerning, but hey. This whole party was. And honestly? He was pretty goddamn hungry. ]
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Aw, thanks! Misa never gets to eat stuff like this at home.
[ It's a little weird how she's actually starting to feel full - this is a dream, so she shouldn't feel that way, right? - but she doesn't think much of it as she takes a bite out of the muffin, humming with delight at the fluffy and delicious texture. ]
Looking closer, you know, I might've been nervous since you look so tough, but you actually have total manners!
[ She's... talking with her mouth full. But at least she's playing nice! ]
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[ And just like that, the slide into -chan. Old habit, and if she didn't correct him, Misa-chan it was going to be.
He took a bite of the egg and hollandaise sauce, and oh wow oh man ]
Holy shit. This's really good.
[ Color him surprised, because just because something looked good didn't mean it was. Were the fae just super good cooks and no one told him? So distracted was he that he didn't even notice as a kind of green-blue aura started up at the crown of his head and began to descend downward, until he was aglow in unearthly light. ]
What'd they do, kidnap a chef?
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I know, right? I don't think I've ever had a dream with such good tasting food...
[ The fact of which normally would have kept her focusing on eating... had it not been for the sudden glowing setting in for the man next to her. Rather than being concerned about it, Misa only finds it amusing, her smile widening in giddy excitement. ]
Woah, how are you doing that, Majima-kun? Is that some sort of special power? Do it some more!!
[ She eggs him on, also completely oblivious to the fact that she also is starting to emit some yellow toned light in her face, which only illuminates the originally subtle pallor of her skin. ]
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Ya know what? Sure.
[ WHY THE HELL NOT. The colors had started when he started eating, so the solution here was clearly to take another, right? Clearly it wasn't to stop eating this suspicious foreign food. So he popped a home fry into his mouth, and then a shower of red sparks broke away from the general glow and popped merrily above his left shoulder. ]
Talk about cooking with punch. This is pretty wild, for a dream.
[ Look his dreams were usually a lot less pleasant. ]
Hey -- you're startin' to light up yourself.
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Whaaat? Really? Do I look okay?
[ Her slender hands come to cup her face, half-not believing him since she can't see it herself. And also due to the fact that she is totally hammered. As the glow intensifies, yes, it becomes more obvious that the paleness of her skin is almost lifeless looking, at least when brought to light by the glow from the food. ]
If this is both of our dreams, I guess that's okay, but Misa doesn't want to glow forever! Majima-kun is the same, right?
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—ah? Ah. ...Ah. A brief squeak escapes her as she looks down at the black boots that match her black... dress. But it was pink a second ago? Bright pink! The same kind of pink... that she's now seeing out of the corner of her eye! That does it; that causes her to whip her head around, free hand coming up to point at the other girl's outfit.]
Your dre—
[Actually? A gasp, a dramatic widening of the eyes, because forget that...]
N-No way! Your hair, too?
[AAAAH!]
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Aaahh!! How did—?!
[ She cries out, probably louder than is truly necessary for this situation, but the fae over there only roar louder with laughter at her dramatic reaction. Suddenly, she's unlinking her arm from Ochako's, if only to fuss with her now botched clothes, and to run her hands through her now brunette hair. ]
And they're laughing at us? So they... [ Yes, she needs to talk through this to get the gist of what just happened; that is, that the fae are resposible for swapping their colors. ] But why? Misa didn't do anything wrong!!
[ With the confused, wide stare that she gives Ochako, it seems like she truly has no inclination as to why this is happening - at the very least, the shock is overriding the immediate desire to go on a rampage over it. ]
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L was successful, for quite a long time. His stomach twists when it occurs to him that maybe, somewhere distant, it's no longer true... but that could also very well have something to do with the fact that he's being pursued by something hungry in the dark. He chooses this tree because it's thick and sturdy and there are branches that hang low enough that climbing in a pinch is possible, but someone else appears to have reached and picked the location just before he did. His bony shoulder bumps against Misa's bare one, and he recoils instinctively from the unexpected presence... but more so, when he notices who it is.
It's his first time encountering someone he actually knows, here. And it's not exactly someone he wants to see. He's visibly shaken to see Misa out of custody, but is suppressing it, doing some very quick thinking behind the placid mask he forces into place.]
Amane?
[His eyes snap to the flowers winding around her boot, and he crouches hastily to touch it, delicately incinerating the flowers. The vine recoils as though in pain.]
Are you injured? You look really terrible...
[He's referring to her strange, sickly pallor, but his blunt delivery helps nothing.]
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[ She, too, feels an even mix of surprise and dread at seeing Ryuzaki of all people here - though she does her best to cover up any anxiety she feels from seeing him, rubbing her shoulder as he recoils away. Couldn't it have been literally anyone else easier to deal with? Less tricky and dangerous to talk to, especially now that she has her memories back? It's definitely concerning to be in his presence without Light there to advise her or to divert attention from any mistakes she might make. But it's fine! She can do this. She can prove that she can hold her own and be helpful to Light... even if it's seriously an enormous shame that she can't see his name above his head at the current moment. And she could've sworn she made the deal again - ]
What's that supposed to mean? [ Misa huffs, obviously offended by his delivery (she has the mental space to be upset over "you look terrible" even in this dire situation), even her voice lacks it's usual energized punch. ] I'm just a little tired, okay?
[ While he incinerates the foliage near her boot, she reminds herself not to cry out in surprise lest she draw the attention of the beast lurking just a few meters ahead. Though it's very tempting. She keeps her voice at a hushed whisper, crouching down with him after he finishes the task, if only so she can be even quiet. The only other sound in the field is the rustling of the decaying grass from the creature looking for them. ]
Anyone would be after seeing this insane stuff! I mean, you're making fire with your hands...
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It's a lot to process, and they're short on time; the occasion is tense and grim. Best to focus on the present and the pressing. A small boon seems to be the fact that Misa's voice is pitched lower than usual, more subdued, perhaps as a result of the tiredness she claims. It sounds genuine and seems to check out, and a side effect is making her general presence a heck of a lot more tolerable. He matches her whisper as he glances back up at her face in his strange, searching way. It's not connection, even when he meets her eyes; it's glassy analysis, viewing her as a thing rather than a person. She's not unusual, in that regard; this is rather how L speaks to most individuals.]
You look ill, at least, but I'll take your word for it.
[For now. Maybe she was stung or bitten by something venomous without realizing it. The worst case scenario is that she's contagious, of course, but it seems unlikely given their known assailants thus far. And they've already had contact, so putting distance between them at this point probably wouldn't prevent transmission of the infection if it was a possibility. L's brain cycles and spins through other possibilities as one hand sifts through the bracken and twigs on the ground in front of them as quietly as possible, while the other reaches toward Misa's wrist. She's wearing bracelets, he is certain, she is always more decorated than a Christmas tree.]
I need something of yours.
[He pulls at the first one his fingers find that seems detachable, a supple, studded and delicately spiked leather piece with a snapping closure. He's fast and audacious about it, to the point where most people would probably be too shocked to stop him in time. He snaps the bracelet shut again, using his white shirt to catch the other disparate bits of debris he's gathered, completing the random compilation with a wrapped lollipop from his own pocket.
If Misa thinks this comes across as pretty crazy-looking, it just means that she's sane.
Working quickly, he gathers and tosses everything in his lap onto the ground, leaning in closer to peer at the way the pieces land. He found swiftly when he arrived that he has an innate ability to perform magic, but he seems to have a special talent for the divination branch in particular. And really, given his life's work back home, he can't be terrifically surprised. It's not deduction, quite, but he hasn't been wrong yet using the practice.]
Our best bet is to head toward the moon, doubling back east and making our way toward the faeries again. What we're up against avoids light sources.
[But there's something else in the scattered bits of things in front of his knees. The bracelet has folded itself into a figure eight, with two spikes pressing into and pinning the lollipop stick.]
What...?
[L glances back up at Misa quickly, and his posture changes, subtly, to put just a bit more distance between them.]
No, that can't be right...
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Either way, her thought train on that is interrupted when he starts combining all that random junk on the ground. Misa can't help but just look bewildered and lost as she stares at the items on the ground, clearly not understanding what this is all meant to represent or even mean. She never really took Ryuzaki for the type to do tricks like this - not when he's so methodical and focused on the idea of logic, and whatever he's performing now seems very... illogical. Then again, she's not an expert in the ways of a detective. One of her hands comes to hold the side of her face as he explains their mode of action, brows furrowing in worry. ]
Oh! I get it, is this one of those tricks to make a compass in the wild?
[ Thankfully, she's no stranger to feeling like she's totally out of the loop, especially around him. If her guess is totally wrong, she's about to find out, since her brow only creases more as her bracelet folds into that strange shape - and even more so as he backs ever so slightly away from her. ]
What? What? Does that mean something bad? [ She reaches out to try and inspect the bracelet pinning the lollipop, since it's causing such a reaction out of him. Her voice comes out just a little bit louder, purely out of urgency and panic - the rustling of the grass ahead of this tree, too, gets louder and closer. ] You're creeping me out, Ryuzaki!
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He makes an uncertain sound in the back of his throat, and it almost makes him sound human, fallible, two things that he suspects he was proven definitively to be in one fell stroke. He holds out a hand to shield her from disturbing the items, even as their would-be predator snuffles and scrapes closer to their hiding spot.]
I don't know... by all accounts, it's absurd. The implication seems to be that we have a 47% chance of surviving if we run, but... an 84% chance, if we fight. And it's if we fight together, which...
[Absurd, because he trusts the Second Kira precisely as far as he can kick her. That's his only 100% certainty at this time.]
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He's already set on ignoring this girl, for the most part, once they've officially left. But it's the call of laughter that tests him, and he briefly wonders the same thing - what the hell is their problem? The moment he does glance down at the girl, set on complaining right alongside with her, does he realize what that problem is. ]
What, you haven't noticed?
[ He points, and laughs, completely oblivious to his own color swatch as well. ]
Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror, lately?
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Hey!! Stop laughing!! [ Her lips twist into a petulant frown, her manicured hands going straight to her hips. ] Have you taken a look in the mirror lately? You're just like Misa too!
[ One of the hands that was at her hip points unceremoniously to his now dark clothes, completely ignoring the fae laughing up a storm in favor of bickering with Rohan. That is undoubtedly the more important thing to do, before trying to solve the problem. ]
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No I don't. Why would Rohan Kishibe want to look like you? [ He points at her, getting up in her face before seeing the sleeve to his top is suspiciously..... Not white. And in fact? Entirely black. It looks like the color of her nail polish transferred over as well, judging by the tasteful gel polish on top of his usually spic and spam (AND PLAIN...) nails.
Loudly, bitterly, ] So it seems we've switched color palettes.. [ The laughter of the fae is suddenly louder, once he's realized he's been japed so thoroughly. ]
It's their doing, isn't it?
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Ha! You were laughing at your own color palette! Stupid Rohan!!
[ ITS WHAT HE DESERVES!! After her immature accusation, she does at least cast her gaze back to the fae, who are starting to tire from laughing at them, and returning to their big talks. On the one hand, it's good, because they'll be back to being distracted, but on the other hand, how are they supposed to ask them to change them back now?? ]
Obviously it's their fault. They're probably just mad because I got tired of all that confusing stuff they were going on about...
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but now he pulls his cupcake away and pops the whole thing in his mouth, very determined; his black floppy bunny ears twitch slightly with the effort though. Not like he has a very small mouth, but like, a whole cupcake is kind of. A Lot. It's sort of a struggle, and also not super pleasant, and he looks a little dumb.
This is the world's stupidest power move but He's Doing It. ]
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Hey! You ate that on purpose because I asked for it!! [ She is talking, like. Way Too Loudly for a minor argument like this. ] Shouldn't you be eating some lettuce instead? Cupcakes aren't very good for bunnies, you know!!
[ She hasn't come to terms with her vampirism since all it manifests as is some pale, sickly looking skin and the sun feeling a little brighter than usual, so she feels well within her rights to say this. ]
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...Lettuce sucks, [ SUCH WISE, WONDERFUL WORDS- ] If I'm gonna eat a vegetable, I'd rather eat a tomato or somethin' like that. Red's a better color than green.
[ red... like blood... he misses u blood, ]
Besides, this is a dream, right? Bunnies can eat cupcakes if they want... Not that I'm even normally a rabbit. [ That's an entirely different idol unit, actually- ] Anyway, can't you keep it down, Pigtails...? There's no need to shout about what's my food anyway.
i ♥ taste
[ He's content just letting her take her pick, especially when the smell of each treat seems to be way too overwhelming for him right now. That, and it's not as cute to see a guy indulging himself on sweet treats like it is with a girl... a girl who's maybe just a little too enthusiastic with how she's leaning all over the place, claiming what's apparently rightfully his, but her energy is cute and fun when compared to the rest of what's going on.
So he's leaning his chin into a hand after letting her snatch away whatever it is that she wants with a fondness in his eyes, because it's good to see at least one person enjoying themselves in this weird dream of his, right? ]
Help yourself, princess. ♪ Seeing you so into it's putting me in a better mood, anyway.
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[ At that, she can only laugh a little, obviously pleased that she's at least getting free food out of this interaction. Her speech gets dragged out in her playful tone, sing-songy and not at all accusatory.
She brings the bagel she'd swiped from his plate to her own, pausing on taking a bite to continue this little chat. ]
But Misa can still cheer you up anyway— what's got you in such a bad mood? You're not having fun?
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She sort of looks like she'd belong in a crowd during one of their concerts, which is a pretty amusing detail that he's just... going to keep to himself.
He leans back, glowing a little now that he's got such a cutie engaged in a real conversation. ]
Hard to have fun when barely a soul seems to be listening to you, yeah? Not that that's a problem now that I've met you, Misa-chan. You're way more animated than half of the people here, well... given how they keep on chatting back and forth without even looking your way. Like, do any of them know the meaning of the word 'etiquette'? Imagine not even trying to entertain your guests beyond a bunch of food.
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Are you eager to find out? [ Where her laugh is nervous, his hushed words are tinged with a sort of tense excitement that tends to come with this game of stealth for him.
But now that they're allowed a small moment to breathe, when Akira fits himself back against the bark and looks to his new companion, he finds that she's probably not in any shape to do so. Truthfully, Akira probably isn't, either—no mask and no stir of power within him when he fruitlessly tried to summon a Persona without it, right before they decided hiding would be a better course of action. Melee combat, while he's no slouch there, is shoved back as a last resort when sneaking away seems like it may be the best course of action, given her current condition. ]
You feeling okay enough to move? [ There's something more like concern now as he glances over her, and—
He spots the curl of flowers against her boot and quickly leans to snatch it away, hard enough to tear the fibers of the vine loose, the petals withering to a dull gray once they're severed. ] … Looks like we have more to worry about than that thing.