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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 June 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!
• While current players won't be allowed to post top levels on the test drive itself, feel free to reference or play with the dreams in-game.
• 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 Eternal Fall
The smell of autumn leaves surrounds you, a myriad of colors sparkling into existence at the same time. Despite the warmth and light, the air feels heavy and stiff, as if on razor's edge. The forest is eerily silent - not a bird, bug, or rodent dares to stir - and when you do hear something, it's the high-pitched crying, whining, weeping, sobbing, howling sounds of something far off. The tunnel of bent branches invites you further with an unpleasant compulsion; though fighting it and turning around finds you in front of a chilly, damp cave alight with the faint, cool glow of bubbling fountains and streams.
 The Compulsion Unable to sway yourself from the call of the forest - or maybe you're simply curious as to where it leads - your feet pull you further and further into the autumnal tunnel. The cry from before grows more distant, but in return, the air weighs even heavier on your shoulders than before. The branches hang lower and lower as well, as if pushed by gravity, until their leaves smack your face, twigs offering small cuts from the thorns protruding from their bark. But you can't stop. Not now. The end of the tunnel seems so close; but it's seemed that way for a while now, you suppose, and you've already come this far - you might as well stay the course, wherever it might lead. The further you go, the brighter everything becomes, and you realize it's the leaves surrounding you; they've begun to glow, encouraged by the sunlight streaming in from above, and the wind begins to whisper in your ear. At first, it's only encouraging things, or silly facts - harmless words, but as the foliage begins to shimmer and reflect your image, the wind's words turn colder. Within those reflections on the autumn tunnel, you begin to see your worst moments - morally, ethically, emotionally. The things you don't want anyone else to know, that you'd feel ashamed or struck for anyone - especially those close to you - to see. The wind becomes louder as the scenes play out one right after another, boldly declaring your true feelings as they were in that moment, good or bad. Worst of all - you still can't bring yourself to turn back, even as your mind begins to free itself from the tunnel's compulsion. Maybe someone else can help out, if they're not too taken by their own memories, or maybe the shock of sharing such private secrets will jolt you and anyone else back to reality. Either way, it's that, or staying stuck watching your worst memories play on repeat for what feels like the rest of your life. |
 The Cry While not compelled by any means, you still feel a curious draw down the path in front of you; as you follow the leaf tunnel, with others or alone, you find another, less-traveled path. Following it reveals a large pond colored orange and gold by the reflection of the area it's in, sunlight and shadows playing on its surface. At a glance, it seems to be rather shallow, but that's hardly the truth. You realize, after a moment, that the crying has continued, evidently coming from the water. Looking closer, the culprit is an infected Merrow, who - upon begin seen - shrieks and dives for whoever's looking at it with the clear intent to drag them down beneath the water. Its claws are extra sharp, its teeth similar to a shark in number and shape, and its scales have turned a pale black; an oil-like substance flows from beneath them and from its gums as well, shimmering the same way gasoline does in the light, and its eyes are the tell-tale white of a Shade. It isn't impossible to fight it to get away, especially as some of you have new abilities at hand, and some of you have a few neat changes to help that along. Once distance is successfully put between you and the infected Merrow, it howls in a wet, warbly voice, visibly frustrated. Unlike ordinary Merrows, who can walk on land and have legs as long as they stay dry, this Merrow can't seem leave its pond at all, and electricity sparks from it like little static shocks in its irritation. It does dive back under once it realizes it can't reach you, resurfacing as your character's most important person in an attempt to lure them back. The expressions are far too real, too genuine; even those aware it's a Merrow might be fooled. While its voice isn't a perfect mimicry, the song it begins to sing has with it notes of yearning and beckoning to join it, join your beloved person, in the water. |
 The Cave Pulling yourself from curiosity or compulsion, the cave behind you - in front of you, if you've turned around - gives off an oddly pure feeling. Like an oasis in a desert, it feels refreshing and calm; incredibly safe, compared to the eerie call of the forest it's in. Within the cave are pools of water that glow and glimmer from the magic runes found around them. The runes shift similar to a mirage whenever you try to focus on them; and try as you might, you can't glimpse what they say exactly. It isn't so hard to figure out though, as the pools of water surrounded by them have a pleasingly cold temperature, while those without them are near scalding. A few of the latter have runes around them, but they're not glowing like the rest - feeding a little magic into them changes this immediately, and steam rises in a sudden blast as the water cools rapidly. The opposite can be done for the colder pools too - taking their magic somehow or ruining the runes will make them bubble and boil as they surge in temperature. But that isn't all the cave has to offer. Moving further inward, you get the feeling you're going down - beneath the ground and the enchanting forest. Eventually, the cave widens out to a massive underground lake, multiple waterfalls pouring into it; despite their number and size, the room is completely silent. All tunnels seem to lead to this one room, with a few of them looking more man-made than natural. Traversing other tunnels leads you into a maze that only ever brings you to the lake, or to the cave's entrance, no matter how many different paths you take. Something different happens eventually though; signs of life begin to appear, or at least signs that life once lived there. Leather pouches rotted by the dampness of the cave hang on sharp nails beaten into the cave walls, with boots in similar condition strewn here and there. Torn, soaking clothing lays in piles in the tunnels, and candles burnt down to their wick's end stand in shelves carved from the navy blue and black stone. There's broken toys and books too waterlogged to read, instruments with snapped strings or clogged holes, and - most peculiarly - smooth, round devices that heavily resemble large pocketwatches or hand mirrors. They refuse to turn on though, either due to age or due to the wetness of the air. |
the cry
( the low, gruff voice of the shinobi brokers little argument. it sounds from the stranger's shoulder, and turning to face the origin of the sound would show the man standing a short distance away, having seemingly approached with silent footsteps.
he regards the figure with a grim expression, but there is something distant and sad in his dark eyes. because this creature had tried to fool him in a similar fashion, but had found him to be far less susceptible to its tricks. because it had approached him in the body of lord kuro — but wolf knows better. it made no sense to him that his liege would be here, no longer cradled within the Divine Child's soul to protect him from the weakening of his physical body. and he knows from experiences previous to this one that very little that can be found here is meant to be trusted out of hand.
he does not know the young woman, of course, but he knows it will only prove dangerous if this tall stranger continues to approach her. )
She is not what she appears.
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Fake?
( but she seems so real, despite only using so many senses to come to his conclusion. same height. same smile. she appears to be the exact same! how is this a potential illusion? she'd never do anything like that to him, like lead him into a trap or anything... when asterios looks at her, the girl curls her finger as to beckon him closer.
with a frown, he turns back. )
You... truth?
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he does not reply further than a tempering gaze sent in the stranger's direction. he is silent a moment before taking a few steps further. his right arm moves, hand coming to rest at the hilt of his sword. there's a metallic click as he eases it a few inches from the sheath. )
Watch.
( just as the girl watches him as he approaches. she seems less excited about this, a shadow falling over her expression, and when he gets within ten or so feet, a shimmer goes across her body — it's like the ripple of a stone dropped into a pond, and it stirs up sediment, or perhaps strikes oil. glistening black coats the human features, layering into scales, and the mouth stretches into a sharp-toothed snarl, eyes white and unnatural.
she cannot approach any further, though, confined to her pond as when the creature had tempted him a short time ago.
wolf sets the stranger in a single-eyed sidelong glance backwards as the creature begins to spark and fizzle. )
Things in this place are rarely as they appear.
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his two axes cleave the thing into bits, something he couldn't do before. but now? it's the only thing he wants, to watch the pieces float away still making buzzing noises. there is no smile on his face as he quickly dips both weapons into the water, to rid them of the black inky stain, which starts to dissipate and fade away.
he grunts. there can be joy found in killing. but this is not one of those times, even for a simple berserker. )
Crush... liars.
( with a grunt, he looks at wolf. he's not looking for approval or acceptance. )
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the merrow cannot put up much of a fight. it snaps and snarls, electricity curving and sparking around its body, but none of it stops the horned stranger from slicing and cleaving it into pieces. he is reminded of the fae corpses that were controlled by the similar corruption, causing their bodies to be covered in something like oil and yet also like ash, white smoke pouring from their eyes and mouths. a silent scream of similar smoke pours out of the sharp-toothed maw of this creature as it breathes its last.
asterios will find wolf hard to read when he looks back to him. the man simply watches him, taking note of the bright red eyes.
red eyes... it makes wolf cautious. in ashina, they are a dangerous signifier: of Shura, of those that have thrown away their humanity to chase after the temptation of immortality, or to pursue the sweet joy of violence and killing. already having been given the gift of the dragon's heritage by kuro willingly, wolf was largely immune to the former, but the latter...
he is not immune. he has tasted the hint of that sweet, singing joy. but he tempers himself, strict with his discipline. as a Shura, he would be of no use to lord kuro, and so it an impossibility.
after a moment he approaches the stranger, though maintaining a respectful berth. ) The dark, shambling bodies. The white smoke. It is a sickness — one that possesses the body. ( he pauses for a moment, then glances to asterios and gives him a stern nod. ) They are dangerous.
( and so it is right that they should be removed. )
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Danger. Gone.
( he's a swordsman. maybe a saber? or possibly an assassin. he's not a servant though, at least not in the same terms that asterios is one, but he did seem willing to fight. that's a good thing here, especially in his dream. perhaps he somehow attracted those who could defend themselves and others.
moving out of the water, asterios quietly looks down at wolf. very down. he's short. asterios is tall. how curious. )
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