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TDM: May

Test Drive: May

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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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Is the infected merrow's song magically enchanted to be beckoning? And if not, about how far off of a mimicry is it? Especially for someone that's a gifted and trained musician.

[ 1. Du weinst, du weinst, du weinst... (The Cry) ]

[ Despite his comparative weakness now, fighting off the Merrow was trivial. The partial transformation into a dragon made it considerably easier to rip and tear into its flesh. No remorse, no emotion, just efficient destruction.

Freed from its grasp, Berserker continues forward until the sound of its pathetic cries reach his ears. He turns with cold eyes to face it, seeing the image of the son he killed in its place. No emotion comes across his face, just the same cold stare. Even if he doesn't know it's an illusion, it doesn't matter. He has no warmth left inside of him. Instead of relying on his new found strength, he takes the red spear on his back in hand. ]

I have no tears left for you, boy. Do I have to kill you again to teach you the lesson you should've learned the first time?

[ Ah...That merrow is about to regret its choices unless someone puts a stop to it. ]

[ 2. Ausländer (The Cave) ]

[ Without the supernatural endurance that comes with being a Servant, Berserker finds himself tiring out long before he normally should. As he keeps ending up back at the lake despite his efforts, he simply gives up and gives in to himself. How strange the silent lake is, the waterfalls should be thunderously loud. He simply wades into the water to cleanse himself. Partially transformed still, he cuts an intimidating figure.

As he hears someone approach, he doesn't stop his bathing. It's clear he doesn't regard the other person as a threat. ]

If you're looking for an easy target, go elsewhere.

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Edited 2019-05-17 20:25 (UTC)

The Compulsion
As soon as he's in the forest, Greyjay knows that there's something deeply, terribly wrong. There's an emptiness he hasn't felt in years. It feels like a hollow space somewhere behind his heart and he's only experienced something like this once before. As he frowns and walks carefully, he tries to piece together where the rest of his men could be. Someone or something is either blocking or drowning out the guiding voice of his god.

The further down the tunnel he goes, the brighter the light until...

...until he can see the remains of Thunder's Egg gently smoldering. It was a fair-sized town, with a strong garrison and good walls. The people were good or bad or a mix of both, but he'd been living there for sometime before it was put to the torch and he could recognize faces hiding behind curtains or dead in the street. During all this, the wind has been whispering and slowly getting louder until it speaks in a clear voice: "Oh god, oh hells, oh god have mercy, it's happening. It's really happening. The walls. The walls have fallen. They're in the city. They're here."

The Cry
Fighting some flavour of soggy pond merfolk isn't that great a challenge. He's having to adjust to being on his own. Really and truly on his lonesome in a way that hurts, but that he can endure. Stepping away from the water, he snorts and shakes the stagnant water off his hands.

"Nasty little one, aren't you?"

Of course, given his luck, the creature takes that as a challenge and returns to the surface looking like a strong woman in her forties. She has shorn short grey hair, a wicked ugly scar that's carved off a piece of her upper lip leaving her with a permanent snarl, and a nasty red weal around her neck. Greyjay gasps in surprise - it looks just like Darja. It's not of course, it couldn't be. If it was, he'd know in his heart and marrow, but it looks like her.

Once they've made eye contact, it pulls itself up on the half-submerged log and starts to sing. While the song itself is its own sort of sadness, it helps to cement that this is not his ...that it's not the true Darja. She'd never sing. That was always his job. Gently off-key and often late into the nightwatch, he'd be perched and 'twittering' away with his soft voice. He wrinkles up his nose and debates about singing back, but there's no point in antagonizing, is there?

Maybe a little. Greyjay examines his feelings and yes, he's certainly angry that this thing in a mud puddle dare to take on Darja's face.

"Oh love is handsome, love is charming
Love is pretty while it's new
But love grows cold as love grows old
And fades away like morning dew.

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Edited 2019-05-17 21:32 (UTC)

💫THE COMPULSION

( It seems the magic doesn't know what to do with a Time Lord with hundreds of horrible memories in the centuries that he's lived. Only one plays on repeat: his view of Gallifrey burning in the Time War, screams echoing as through he were on the planet's surface, hearing everyone burn as he ran. It's not the first time he's relived it, won't be the last, and Ten refuses to be caught in the loop of it. Armed with his sonic screwdriver and an insatiable curiosity for what sort of technology is able to show memories in such vivid detail, the Doctor continues his trek down the tunnel in an attempt to find out where, exactly, he landed himself.

Before that result can be found, though, he instead stumbles upon another person. Their own memories practically scream over top of the Doctor's single one on repeat, deafening, but it doesn't stop him from stepping closer. He pays no mid to the memory, knows how intrusive it is to bear witness to it, and instead focuses on the face of the memory holder. )

I'm sorry, ( he says, and his voice aches with it. ) I'm so sorry. ( Because no one should have to see their worst memories. No one should be subjected to their darkest moments.

Ten reaches out, tentatively taking their hand, and squeezing it with his own. A friend at their side. It's all he can offer until they can see beyond their pain so he can help them out of it. )

💫THE CRY

Don't go near it. ( The Doctor is off to the side, glasses on, sonic screwdriver humming away as he tries to pry a rock from a nearby wall. It's not that any scans came up (because his sonic has, thus far, been rather useless), but because it seemed like it was probably movable and, thus, was calling for him to move it! So pay him no mind while he's attempting to pull a rock off the wall. He's guessing there's potential circuitry of some sort behind it. Maybe? Possibly! Let's find out.

Either way, he heard someone approach, and a warning is in order. Obviously. ) Not sure what they call it here, but there's something in that pond that looks distinctly like a Rafelegorious, and trust me when I say you do not want to attempt a tango with a Rafelegorious. Or, you know, to approach them in general. ( He glances over, squinting, lips tugged into an exaggerated frown for a moment. ) Did I just tell you not to tango with a Rafelegorious? Awful, never saying that again. ( Well! Back to rock pulling.

Really. Don't mind him. )

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[The faintest shiver of familiarity. The sense of a thread, thin as spider silk and just as inordinately strong, tugging Diarmuid towards the broad, dark figure standing waist-deep in the water. He doesn't know them- and yet he does in a vague kind of way, like he had with some of the other Servants here. Do they have something in common? Did he know him in another life? With those monstrous wings obscuring any features he might immediately recognise, he can't say. It's infuriating. What little light filters through the mouth of the cave is dappled and, mixed with the glitter of runes, casts the scene in a strange glow that only adds to the trepidation building within him.

It almost reaches a head as the man speaks and he swears that voice is-

No, it's gone. And yet, even as his grip on his spear tightens, he sounds as cool as the water lying between them, barely of a ripple of hostility crossing his face.]

... I'm not looking to fight.

[The words echo around the cavern, broken only by the gentle rush of water as Diarmuid edges closer. Slowly, mind. Carefully.

Turn around. Let him get a better look at who or what he's dealing with before he closes the gap any further.]

I. Purifying Flame (Possible CW for death by fire)

[Chandra had made many bad decisions in her life, but strolling down some forest path hadn't seemed like one of them. The crush of trees all around her, the closeness of the forest, that didn't bother her. It reminded her in some ways of the Ulvenwald, with it's bright leaves and the pleasant smell of unmarred wilderness, but blessedly devoid of the cursed, scrabbling things that dwelt there now. It barely even registered that the branches were closing in around her until a long thorn scratched down her freckled cheek, prompting her to slap a gloved hand over it.]

Ow.

[But she didn't stop, she just hunched down and looked at whoever was traveling with her, continuing down the path until the voices began. That slowed her, but didn't quite stop her. Quizzically, she looks at her companion, stranger or no.]

Are you hearing that, too?

II. From the Dark Meanders

[The sound of a crying child is something that can tug at the heart's strings, and Chandra's are no different. She shoots her companion a determined look and turns down a side passage.]

Let's check that out.

[The waterlogged forest is annoying, but she presses on with no hint of caution, ignoring the squelch of her boots in the soggy earth in her haste to reach the pond and the source of that cry. Hopefully whoever she's with follows...]

III. Shimmering Grotto

[It's curiosity that draws Chandra into the caves, her yearning for new experiences and adventure not something easily satiated or soured. Marching along water-slick stone, she pauses momentarily at the mouth of the cavern of rune-enchanted pools, taking them in. With a laugh, she steps inside and makes her way to one, dipping her hand into the pure, clean water.]

Some sort of bathing cavern, maybe?

[For whom, though? Elves? More of those dreadful Merrow?

Shaking her head, she sips at the cool water, tasting it before speaking.]

Ever seen a place like this before?

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[ Alex had seen the large man--of that's what he was-- get dragged down into the water, and she was ready to assist but..it was rather apparent that he didn't need it. She wasn't sure who needed help exactly, with the way he dealt with the infected merrow. While she understood things had to be done to survive, it was difficult not to be horrified by what she saw.

Getting far away from here seemed like the smart thing to do, it's what her instincts were telling her. But the moment the merrow changed into a boy, even if she knew what it was doing, it was the one thing she couldn't leave alone. She finds herself running towards them, grabbing on to the man's arm in an attempt to hold back the spear, knowing very well she couldn't do so for very long. ]

Wait! You don't have to!

[ She throws a look at the merrow, 'don't be stupid', written all over her face. ]

They won't last..just..let them go.

[ For all her talk, her hands trembled as they gripped his arm, the shine of patches of scales reflecting the light. While she wasn't as transformed as the other merrow, the gills on her neck along with the scales were similar enough. Although this wasn't a case of protecting her own kind or anything like that. ]

[ Berserker stays silent for the moment. The feeling of familiarity strikes him, as well -- the sense of when another Servant around has not been dulled by this place, it seems. It gives him pause, though, when Diarmuid speaks. His memories of America are gone, wiped clean by being summoned once again, but his Master in Chaldea told him of what happened and he was shown the information.

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, who served him in America along with Fionn MacCumhaill. Or, as he knew him now, simply another Servant who served their Master.

He raises his head now and turns to face the Lancer. While partially transformed, his features are still the same. Red facial tattoos and the runic tattoos on his torso mark him as different from the Cú Chulainn Diarmuid may know. His hair is darker, loosed from its usual ponytail right now, but the style identical. So much is the same, yet incredibly different. ]

Neither am I. I gave you a warning as a courtesy...Leave me.

[ It's not a threat or a command, just words. It's easier when someone simply leaves instead of prying, but he doesn't have the energy to fight right now. Besides, his cursed spear is out of reach on the banks. While he has been given a different method of defending himself, Gae Bolg will always be his weapon of choice. ]

Edited 2019-05-17 21:15 (UTC)

The Cry

[The cry is what drove Weiss to come over to the pond. Trained as a Huntress, she knows a cry of fear all too well now. This means someone was in trouble. He rapier is hanging at her side as she approaches the water. When getting ready for a fight, she would usually have it out, but... her hands are quite claw-like and missing a digit. This made holding the rapier at the moment difficult until she figures out how to later.

So approaching the water slowly is a must in case there's something in there. She had seen something dive in, but what exactly was it?]

This better just be a Grimm...

The Cave - A

[The pools are interesting. Weiss is carrying her jacket in her arms, small feather nubs visible on her back. She reaches back to scratch at the feathers as she goes from pool to pool to see what's so special about them. The runes didn't seem to want to respond to her as she taps at them with her feet. Was she doing something wrong? If this was dust, or she had her semblance, this might be easier...]

Why is nothing happening?!

The Cave - B

[This place was confusing. No matter what path she went down, Weiss always ended up in either the lake area, or back at the entrance. As if they were the only places they could access. Weren't caves supposed to have two entrances usually?

With a huff, she turns on her heel and starts walking down yet another path. Might want to get out of the way. She's on a warpath if her feathers all over her back and neck being ruffled is any indication.]

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Edited 2019-05-17 21:16 (UTC)

[ The hands on his arm make him stop in his tracks, the voice makes him turn his head. Who is this woman who dares stop him? Anger flashes briefly on his face, but her words reach his ears. She is not an enemy, so she can reason with him. Her features...the same as the creature he's intent on killing.

He fights for only a moment before lowering the spear. The anger leaves as quickly as it came and apathy settles back across his face. ]

... You're right. Are you just defending your own kind or do you not want me to waste the effort?

[ It could have been a third option, but those are the only two he gives. How bold of her to put her hands on someone like him, whose aura keeps others at bay. ]

[compulsion]
[If the unshakeable feeling that this were a dream weren't enough to convince her, the brilliant oranges and reds of the leaves on the trees is more than enough to tell Yona that this isn't right. It's still spring in Kouka Kingdom, still warm enough that camping outdoors is comfortable. There has been plenty of game, but this place is deathly silent.

It sets her on edge and she pulls her cloak tighter around herself, her hood securely on her head and acting, even if it only feels like it, like one extra barrier from the awful feeling of this wooded pathway.

The shift of the voices is so sudden it takes her breath away, going from a riddle her father told her once to his voice demanding to know why she didn't avenge him. A rush of wind knocks her hood back and when she lets out a startled cry, the voice of her father only laughs at her.

And then, real enough that her heart twists up so painfully she think she might fall to her knees, she hears him.]

You had his sword in your hand, Yona. He was too close to stop you.

Why didn't you kill Soo-Won? How can you keep letting him get away?

[Her father would never say such a thing, but it echoes her worst fear, the feeling she's never let far from her thoughts. She had that moment, moments after it, where she could have acted. She could have done something.

She could have done anything.

With tears in her eyes she pushes forward, shaking and vision blurred, but when she sees someone else struggling she can't just pass on by. Forcing her voice to be even, she reaches out her hand to rest on the shoulder of this poor, poor person.]

Do you need help? We should keep moving.

[cry]
[Through it all, that crying has kept her going. The winds had howled and she had cried, but she had pushed on no matter her fear or sorrow because something, someone, was clearly in so much pain or lost in their own fear that they could make such a pitiful sound. Her heart has been bleeding for her own people, the citizens of Kouka, for so long and with such intensity that it just kind of bleeds out everywhere now.

So of course she rushes to the water's edge when she sees that poor creature. Of course when it grabs her wrist to try to attack her, sink its fangs in, it shocks her. She's barely able to snatch her hand back before it bites her, scrambling back as far as she can, and by the time she's made it back to her feet far from the water the thing has retreated.

When it surfaces again, it seems like an odd mesh of color. Green and white, yellow and black, all of it swirls a little in her vision before it takes a shape she knows far too well. Dark brown hair, a glaive cast over his shoulder, and pretty words spilling from his lips.

Abruptly, she laughs. All the tension floods out of her and she shakes her head at the creature.]

Now I know you're just pretending. Hak would scold me for almost getting caught like that.

[cave]
[Now this is an improvement. Yona has never seen anything like it and has to hold onto the edges of her hood to keep it from falling back as she looks up, up, up at the room that opens in front of her.]

Wow... I didn't know waterfalls could be inside caves...

[Let alone underground, but her sense of wonder and delight at the sight of all this is starting to chase away her fear and worry of the last few hours. The awful tunnel is nearly forgotten, and as she explores she can't help how curious she is about the people who lived here before, so long ago.

What were they like? Why did they hide here underground? Did they wear masks, the way Shin-Ah's people had? Did they choose to be here at all? Why had they left? Why had they left so much behind when they did?

She doesn't see any human remains, thankfully, and so she convinces herself it was as simple as leaving. It must be, right?

Crouching down, she picks up a doll with its hair a tangled wet mess, the paint on its once pretty face worn away by water and time. The dress squishes in her hand in a way she's pretty sure fabric isn't supposed to squish, but she doesn't drop it in disgust.]

Maybe they had to leave in a hurry? If this were mine I wouldn't have left without her...

[She says this softly, eyes downcast, and knows that must be the truth. After all, she knows very well that if you have to flee in a moment's notice, packing up your things isn't a going to be an option.]

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[ Only when he lowers the spear does she gladly let go, the flash of anger making her flinch and pull back, but not far enough in case he changed his mind. ]

You..don't have to go that far..

[ The other merrow seems to hesitate, but it slinks back into the water now that the danger has averted its attention. She keeps her eye on it until it disappears, though it's also an excuse to not look at him directly. ]

You already got away.

[ Her gaze moves to his hands, still not looking him in the eye. He was ready to kill it, even in the form of a child. Even if it was an illusion...]

🎻 The Cry
[Elliot had heard the crying in the distance. Even with the curiosity that he felt towards the other path, he felt compelled to investigate. Maybe it was someone who needed help. He wasn't sure what he could do to help, but he still felt compelled to try something.

These woods were unfamiliar, he thought, as he walked through them. He doesn't question it too much, figuring it was just another aspect of this dream. With him, he carries a green and silver staff. He seems pretty comfortable traveling with it, not quite leaning on it so much as occasionally using it to help move branches and leaves in the way.

Eventually, he comes across the pond. It's a rather beautiful spot, probably be a place that his friends would like to try their hand at fishing if they were here. But there's no time to mull that over, as his ears pick up that the crying was coming...from the water?]

Huh? How can that...

[he takes a few steps close, and then out springs out the infected merrow, screaming and taking a swipe at him. He yelps and stumbles back, scrambling away]

C-Crap! I got careless!

[he's doing his best to avoid getting snatched and fend it off, but he might need some help]

🎻 The Cave
[After the run in at the pond, Elliot decided maybe he should spend the rest of his dream somewhere more...peaceful. So he makes his way back to the cave, feeling calmed by the atmosphere within. It's not long before he starts exploring it, since what else is he going to do until he wakes up?

Maybe you'll catch him admiring the giant underground lake, because that's not something he's seen before. But it's the signs of life that really catch his interest. He looks at the things with concern, wondering what could've happened in this place.

None of them he attempts to pick up, it seems wrong to disturb it. That is, until he comes across the smooth round device. That's strange enough that he ends up kneeling down next to it and picking it up to inspect.]

It almost looks like dad's old combat orbment... [He muses to himself outloud] Different though ... not even sure where the quartz would go.

[He lets out a little sigh. Even if this was a dream, he wishes Alisa was here. She'd probably have a better idea of what he was looking at. ]

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Edited 2019-05-17 21:39 (UTC)

[These dreams are really Weird and Prompto's not quite sure what to make of them happening so often. It's annoying, especially with the freaking cursed Merrow and everything else. Seriously, why can't he have nice, normal dreams here?!

Whatever, he's away from that lake now and hiding in the cave. Shaking himself dry (an urge he can't seem to fight right now), Prompto looks up when he hears another voice.]

Oh, hey. Is that your watch?

[Elliot hadn't realized he wasn't alone, so has a quick second of surprise jolt before he looks to see who the other person is and...

Nope! He has never seen this person in his life! Was that normal for dreams? ...Eh, he wasn't going to worry about it]

My watch? I don't think so...is that what this is?

Yeah! They work like smartphones, sorta, only less cool. More steampunk.

[Truthfully, Yona isn't sure why she thought it would be a good idea to come over to someone she doesn't know who is clearly doing something as private as bathing, but even from far away she could see the figure he cut seeming to struggle as it got into the water.

What if he lost consciousness and drowned? There isn't anyone else around that she can see, and it's not like it's her duty to protect anyone she just happens to come across, but...

Well, what kind of person just leaves that up to fate?

What he says absolutely throws her, too, and she just kind of gapes at him for a moment before she rushes to protest, to reassure.]

No, no! I wasn't- I don't want to hurt you! I thought you could use some help, you look-

[Like a dude that's half dragon at the moment which is oddly more normal for her than it probably should be. The dragons Yona knows don't have wings, but they're far from human when they let their powers shine.]

Are you okay?

[She's small, has her cloak pulled around her and her hood up over her head to try to do something to hide her bright red hair, and doesn't look like much in the way of help. Still, she's offering. Anyone would, wouldn't they?]

[....???]

A smart...phone...?

[...oh boy. Is this another Paris thing? Does this guy not even know what an electric stovetop is?]

A cellphone, but cooler?

[Only if you attach the word "orbal" in front of it for whatever reason]

Er...

[Yep, still looks confused]

I know...what a phone is? Are "smartphones" and cellphones" types of phones?

...yeah.

[Oh boy.]

Portable phones, and smartphones have cameras and games and stuff on 'em.

[Orders don't necessarily go too well with Chandra, though the stern note of command in his voice does draw her up short. Eyes narrowing slightly at the 'Rafelegorious' or whatever he's calling it sitting on the lake's edge, the coppery haired young woman edges closer to him. Now, she has never heard that word in her life, but that thing?]

It's a Merrow, I think. I've met one or two before. They're like freshwater merfolk. Live in ponds and river?

[!!!

Well, something sure seemed to click for him]

Ohhhh! I get it! My friend said something like that was in development! Didn't realize they were already out and had a name though.

Haha, sorry. Unless music's involved, I'm not really the biggest orbal-tech person.

[Indicating the watch]

So this is one of them huh? They're kinda retro!

[Elliot might...be completely failing to read the situation here.]

[Elliot you precious ginger.]

Smartphones've been out for ages, though yeah, watches are super retro. What's orbal-tech?

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