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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. |
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Well, since forever. Granted, they always used to have a huge impact and sometimes they still do, but he's more or less able to power through them now. Sometimes he even smiles, although he's not just this second. He tugs on their entwined hands again. ]
Kacchan. Come on, let's at least try it my way before we try it your way, okay? ...Your way is sort of the kind of thing you can't backtrack from.
[ With, you know, punching and stuff. ]
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Do you have any "way" or are you just talking out your ass?
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Mm, I'm pretty sure that they're...proud. [ Kind of like Kacchan, actually! ] Insulting their pride with attacks, that'd probably get us hit again with something, worse or better I don't know - but if we flatter them...
[ Well.
Flattery doesn't work on Kacchan, but Izuku's hoping the Fae are a little more susceptible to it. ]
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Hell no!
I'm not flattering these assholes! Fuck that!
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Okay, Deku Claus. Got any great fucking gift ideas?
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They really are getting better at this. ]
W-what about flower crowns? They...seem to like pretty things, so.
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Fine. Go fucking wild.
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So he trips and falls, hopefully not on Kacchan, but - ]
K-Kacchan! [ A little warning next time! ] ...I, er, I'll need to borrow your free hand for this. After all, I only have one -
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Fuck. He's right. He hates it when Deku is right.
The last thing he wants to do is make flower crowns for these assholes (or even make them at all?) so he was fine with letting Deku do it but making them with one hand...
Even the All Might's chosen one probably can't do that. And if he can't that means being stuck with Deku like this for even longer.]
Fine! I'll make so many crowns it'll blow their stupid fairy minds. And you-[He shakes their joined hands] better not slow me down!
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[ It's...probably not great that being forced to cooperate with Katsuki is still something Izuku can't help but like doing. But he's always wanted back that friendship, so it's also not that surprising.
He uses his free hand to gather up some flowers, collecting them into the space between them so they'll have some to work with. ]
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Now we make... we just... tie these together to make a fucking crown, right?
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[ He's trying to demonstrate one handed. It's...going about how one would expect that to go. ]
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Gimme that!
[It's stupid but if this nonsense is going to mean he gets sweet freedom then he supposes he'll suffer it. And, despite a rather truncated demonstration, he's able to quickly understand what he should be doing if he had two hands. He picks up one of the flowers, makes the slit, then elbows Deku.]
Just hold that other one and I'll twine this one and then you twine that one.
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[ Is he way too bubbly about Kacchan working together with him? Yes. This is a good dream? Friendship???? Let him live??
Izuku is almost always a good teammate - he's immediately trying to match what Katsuki's doing, not putting up any trouble towards their goal of cooperation at all. ]
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[GOD.
Well, at least they're making swift work of it. No one, even Katsuki himself, can deny that when they want to, he and Deku can make a damn good team.]
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S-sorry, it's hard not to be happy about being on your team...
[ Flower crown team? He'll take it. ]
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If we're stuck here, guess the sun is gonna be shining out your ass. You're a dweeb but everyone else I've met here is a dumbass.
[He'd trust Deku over a bunch of strangers if it came down to it.]
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A-ah? [ Also, was that a compliment or not? Katsuki basically just said that Izuku isn't a dumbass... ] I'll do my best! At least I've learned we...can't ask the Fae about what's going on?
[ Haha...ha... ]
And I've taken a lot of notes!
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Did you try punching them until they spilled their secrets?
[Of course not. And he'll make his disappointment clear.]
What'd you learn?
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What all the foods do when you eat them! Also some forms of magic, although - it's strange, it's like I've always known them, and if I think about it too hard - it just slips away?
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I didn't eat any of that shit.
[He didn't trust it. And maybe it's good that he didn't. He hates the idea of something affecting him in a way he can't control.]
Magic, huh?
[In this place, he can't really deny that magic certainly exists. But he can't say he feels the same way that Deku does. It's still unfamiliar to him.]
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Yes! I can do magic here! It's really, really cool! ...Even if it can't get us unstuck.
[ Hahahahaha. ]
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...I ain't got any magic here. Or my Quirk.
[He says, staring determinedly at his hands as he works the two flowers together and avoiding look at Deku's face. He knows it's going to be concerned or something like that and it's gonna make him want to barf, punch him, or both.
He doesn't even necessarily know why he admits it to Deku. Other than feeling like it would be pointless to hide it or pretend like it didn't happen. He's never been fond of obscuring the truth. Congrats on being on top, Deku.]
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Izuku definitely does look concerned, but also...soft...soft concern. Soft understanding. He gets exactly what that means for Katsuki, and of course he doesn't consider himself "on top" at all just because he has magic. ]
But you do have your fists!
[ It's fine. Just punch people normally, Katsuki, Izuku believes in you. ]
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