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TDM: July
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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 31st, with the intro log going on up the 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 Living Forest
It feels warmer than it should be. Hot, dry, dark. The sky above all but black- save for the ominous orange glow against the distant horizon. In the gloaming there’s a resonant smell of decay; of musty pine and sun-baked wood and, more worryingly, the distant scent of smoke, of ash. There’s no wind to speak of, and yet… something whispers. The shiver of leaves, the crack of dry branches- and if you listen long enough, almost… the sound of voices in the trees.
 Controlled Burn The forest you find yourself in is still alive- for now. Ash filters through the browning leaves like snow, dotting the path you’ve found yourself on in bone white fragments. Following the rustling leads it to grow all the more frantic, whispered voices speaking without words- or perhaps you simply cannot understand. You feel as though you’re being watched, the tree clusters growing thicker, tighter and- is it just your imagination, or… are they moving? Suddenly before you an old oak splits with a thunderous crack- followed by a deafening scream. Gnarled, blackened hands reach from within the tree, scraping at your clothes, agony wrought through every striation of her features as the infection spreads. Before you, the tree withers as the nymph falls into the dirt, long fingers tearing up the earth as she crawls towards you. Understanding comes to you in stark clarity: the noises through the trees are a cry for help. Before your very eyes the leaves of her once lush hair dries; cracks and breaks away, falling to join the ashen forest floor. With pleading eyes she gazes at you, before her eyes roll back, and she collapses, utterly still. And she’s not the only one; the forest is alive, the very trees reaching for you, roots clawing up to crack open the earth itself in their desperation. Don’t let them touch you, though. The infection spreads quickly. Branching through your veins and leaving your limbs sluggish, heavy, and brittle. The feeling is utterly agonizing, reminiscent of having poured molten lava into your blood. The longer the infection is left untreated, the more, and faster it spreads, the worse the pain becomes. The trees know, they whisper the truth: the only way to cleanse yourself is through the fire. |
 Creeping Fire Not all nymphs have met such a terrible fate. Not yet, at least. Some huddle together, their branching arms clinging to one another as they softly weep. Others walk willingly towards the distant orange glow with grim determination. Still others implore you with wide, fearful eyes to do something- anything to help them. Surely these new abilities you’ve found yourself with must be good for something. They lead you to a natural amphitheatre; the slow sloping blackened earth sinking into a gully bordered by a high rock wall. The heat is the most bearable here; the area cooled by the towering stone. Wilting nymphs huddle together along with sympathetic faun. Those who have skills in manipulating water are a welcome relief; these tree spirits are desperate for it. But this temporary refuge won’t last for long. The infection wants to spread. Like rabies, maddening its’ hosts and raising their aggression. And where better to draw from than the root of this sanctuary? Where the stone wall rises and provides shelter from the fire, so too does it trap these refugees in… Defend against the infected, before all hope is lost. |
 Staging Area Past the disease, the horror and cries for help, there is a genuinely quiet place. It isn’t much, compared to how things used to be, but there’s a clearing scarred at the edges with scorch marks instead of Cwyld, with the beginnings of plants sprouting once more. Baby grass clusters in small groups, small stems pushing out of the ashen ground with hopeful buds. Some earlier bloomers already casting vibrant colors to what was once a meadow. It’s serene, it’s peaceful, it’s an area that’s been cleansed by fire and Cwyld kept at bay by Witches at least a century out of fashion, though they don’t seem to respond to outside presences with how focused they are. Those taking breaks from their turn on the edge offer greetings and air worries about the spreading taking root in the forest, but (like the Fae in the first dream, for those who recall) don’t say much else unique, wondering if they’ll be able to return home anytime soon and if this was truly worth the effort. Of course it is, an older one might snap back. In a war of attrition, all efforts are worthy. However, this isn’t the only camp they’ve set up. There’s one not too far off that begins with frost and ends in a frozen area of land, sound muffled by cold and everything from the trees to nymphs so iced not even a dragon’s flame could melt it. Inquiries about this area result in some sheepish looks, and the answer of how some Witches became a little excited at the idea of putting surviving nymphs and the rest of the flora into a form of dormancy and overdid it, a bit. |
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Matt was still getting used to the shift in his senses. They were stronger when he was in animal form he'd figured out almost back to the levels they were when he was a normal human. Then there was the skin thing. He couldn't shift without it over and around him and the other creatures seemed to like to try and grab it which he wasn't sure was a good thing. "I know this sounds weird...but body chemicals change when energy dips and I can smell the changes. Like I said weird."
He smiles at the name. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person Ms. Maximoff. I've followed the Avengers exploits since I was a kid."
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"My abilities have changed too." She didn't understand why that was.
Wanda paused and then met his gaze. "You know the Avengers? So you're from Earth?"
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Matt nodded. "Yes I lived in New York, Hell's Kitchen to be more detailed. I worked as a lawyer there," he says. "The Incident is what most New Yorker's call the Battle of New York these days. Trying to minimize how much it sucked I guess." He shakes his head. "Now I'm here and I can shapeshift now...that's new."
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Wanda ran her fingers through her hair before letting her arms rest in her lap. This dream was making less and less sense. "I take it that you do not look like this in New York?" She would have heard of a lawyer like that...
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Matt is pre snap the last thing he remembered was walking away from Wilson Fisk bloody and battered and passing out somewhere. Then he woke up in this place in his fox form completely confused and panicked. "The fox thing is new yes," he replied, "the weird nose is not. When I was nine I was in an accident and even though I'm blind...my other senses were heightened to super human levels. I can hear heartbeats, smell just about everything...and even read print with my fingers. And I have this extra sense like radar.....sound bounces off things allowing me to "see" it.
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"I could do a lot of things before. Now it seems that it's different. I called fire." She looked down at her fingers where her forefinger and pointer finger had been burned.
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Matt wasn't about to call anyone out for being different. He had considered the Avengers his role models because they made him feel less alone. "I know what you mean...I woke up as a fox and I understood what the birds were saying....apparently being an animal gives me an in with other animals." He shakes his head. "And grabbing my animal skin is something other creatures are really big on but I don't get why?"
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"You mean this?" She pointed but was careful not to touch it. Hopefully he saw her but she didn't want to broach his comfort if it was something important to him.
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Matt nods and spreads it out so she can touch it if she wants to. For some reason letting another human do it doesn't seem as bad and he trusts her. "I have to cover myself in it to change and I have to shed it if I want to be human again. I'm still blind as a fox and my radar sense is gone as an animal but my nose makes up for it fine."
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What was her life when asking questions like that was normal?
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Matt chuckles quietly and nods. "I can and can't. If I was back in New York I'd be able to tell you the chemical makeup of your perfume and what you had for dinner three nights ago. Here my nose is a bit...muted when I'm not an animal. I can still hear heartbeats though."
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Matt tilts his head and listens for a bit. "It's strong...steady. It doesn't skip when you talk so you always believe in what you say. It's running a little fast right now which could either mean you are still dealing with what happened back in the forest or something about me is making it speed up."
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"Careful listening to my heartbeat. It might tell you something that you don't wish to know." She wondered if she could mask it but without her powers she couldn't even begin to try.