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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. |
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No... No, Corrin, you couldn't have. Not after Mother-- that's impossible. After all that happened, you still chose to side with--
[And then it strikes him. The Merrow had cast some sort of illusion to make Corrin think that it was someone else. What if that's what this is? What if this is an illusion meant to trap him?
Though his shoulders are shaking, he half-lifts his bow, reaching for an arrow from the quiver on his back.]
Who are you, and what have you done with my sister?
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What she wouldn't give to go back in time and pick that third path. ]
I know. You have every right to hate me, Takumi-- I thought it was the way to peace, but I--
I'm so sorry. I won't ask you to forgive me... but it truly is me. It's Corrin. Just... a me that made a choice that hurt too many people I love.
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He doesn't lower his bow, nor does he put the arrow back, but he stands his ground firmly, the rattle at the end of his tail vibrating ever so slightly.]
If it's really you, prove it. Prove that you're Corrin and not just some illusion made by this place to mess with me.
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Um... gosh... [ There are a couple of ways. The Yato looks different now, so she rules that out. The second, though, might be her best bet. She pulls out her dragonstone, and while it's nothing but an ordinary stone now, maybe it'll be enough. ] My dragonstone. It doesn't work here. I wish it did, because then I think that would be more than enough proof, but...
[ Corrin looks so unsure, and more than a little nervous. Please let this be enough, she thinks to herself. ]
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No. Tell me something-- something only you would know. What happened when you returned to Hoshido?
[Small details, anything at all... Even if he has to hear about Mother.]
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Rinkah and Kaze... they took me back. After I met-- [ Her breath catches for a moment. ] After I met Mother and Ryoma, we heard word of an attack... and we rushed there, where Hinoka and Sakura were. After we won the battle and returned to town, you all took me on a tour.
[ A pause. ]
But... before that... Mother asked me to sit on the throne. I-- I thought she distrusted me. [ She shakes her head. ] That was all before the ceremony, when-- when Mother sacrificed herself to protect me...
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It... wasn't that Mother distrusted you. I made the suggestion to have you sit on the throne, to see if it might return your memories. Mother never once lost faith in you, right to the very end.
[It's the truth, but she deserves to hear it. He'd been the suspicious one, not Mother.]
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[ Corrin takes in a breath, and she wipes at her eyes. Her heart hurts; it has for a while now, even before coming here. She's lost so much, when all she'd wanted was to walk the right path. But they'd all lost Mother, and it's like a fresh wound opened again to relive those memories.
Takumi is hurting, too, though. Corrin wants to reach out, maybe comfort him, but she isn't sure--despite his believing she's real--if he would take kindly to that. ]
I shouldn't have been so suspicious of her... [ She looks at Takumi. ] Even if she wasn't the one who suggested I sit... I don't blame you for being distrustful, after I had been in Nohr for so long.
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[He doesn't know why he's suddenly saying all of this. Stress, perhaps. Mother always said that his words became an avalanche when he became upset.]
I'd told myself that if you chose Nohr that day, I would never be able to trust you again. Choosing neither side wasn't anything that any of us expected, but after all that happened... I found that I was finally able to start.
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[ It makes sense, why he had been so... hostile. Not for the first or last time, she wishes she'd picked that third path. If she had, the Takumi of her home wouldn't have had to... ]
I'm so, so sorry. I didn't realize... I never, ever wanted you to feel as if I were replacing you. If I had realized, maybe I could have done something. [ She shakes her head. ] I'm sorry.
[ The apologies are all tangled up in each other, and now that they've started, she can't stop. Corrin takes a breath, and before anything else, she needs to tell him this. ]
And I'm so sorry for being the cause of Mother's death. I won't expect you to forgive me here, or trust me, but...
I hope that in spite of all of my mistakes, we can at least be allies.