spellgrinders | ( TDM

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( TDM | #6 )

TDMs can be used for anyone interested in the game and/or testing out a new muse.

Test Drive samples are encouraged to be used for your application sample, though they are NOT a requirement.

Feel free to use one prompt, multiple prompts or make up your own!

These threads can be considered game canon upon game opening if you so choose.

Telepathy and magic can be used at any point in time on the TDM, from Prompt A to your wildcard prompt. A specific prompt exists, however, that makes sure all characters have an equal chance to use this mechanic within the TDM. You're encouraged to have characters use telepathy and their magic accidentally or even purposefully on any TDM prompt.

If you aren't set on your character's power yet or want to try out a few, you're still able to use the test drive. Maybe your character is a late bloomer and hasn't fully unlocked their intuitive drive yet. In the case of multiple powers, only prompts that contain the power you choose for your application will count as potential game canon threads.

While only one character can be apped or reserved during a cycle, feel free to post with more than one character if you like! This is for those who are uncertain of their first choice or who would like to try out different characters within the setting.

IMPORTANT: This world is low-frequency. No canon powers or abilities are allowed! Also check out the setting information for more info about what the hub island looks like and what can be found there.

ou blink and that's all it takes. At first, the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over.

There's a lot to take in here -- you feel weird, your surroundings are weird. Everything is just weird. For starters, there's that new piece of jewelery inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes.

scanner pod

Here's the part where they finally locate something of use: the base camp. The murky, weathered location is a little distressed, and resource gathering is making coven members sparse. However, that doesn't mean helpful answers aren't only a step away.

GAME NAVIGATION

Threaded | Flat

[B; A Swampy Situation]
[A dark, short creature picks his way through the forest, cursing under his breath the entire time. You see, Shadow the Hedgehog is not used to walking, no. He is used to skating on air, when moving at any pace faster than a light jog. But those same shoes that allow him to float a few inches above the ground also run on his intrinsic chaos energy.

And he seems to be cut off from that. It is quite vexing. He is fiddling with one of his inhibitor rings as he walks in his fairly clunky footwear, assuming his lack of energy must be from a malfunction, when suddenly his left foot hits ground that is not as solid as he expected. And he is soon stuck fast, up to his mid-thigh, with his other foot sinking into more loose, marshy soil]

Oh you have got to be kidding me. How could this day get ANY worse?!

[depending on when you find him, he’s either still trying to free himself, or he’s lying on the ground with his arms in the mud pit, trying to retrieve his shoe after the marshy earth SLURPS IT UP]

[C: So Over Robots]
[he has retrieved his shoe and walks even more sourly than before since his sock is all wet and muddy. You ever worn a muddy sock? It is not pleasant. Especially when you’re wearing blocky shoes that aren’t doing your arches any favors…

And then there’s this asshole. And by “this asshole”, Shadow of course refers to the scanner pod that has located him. He glares, then points angrily at the ‘bot]

You! If you understand me… you will lead me to civilization, or I’ll turn you into scrap. [because he is in a FOUL MOOD and he is not putting up with that shit today]

[F: Armed and Dangerous, but still short]
[These weapons are all made for creatures proportioned like humans, it seems, so for the 3 foot and some change hedgehog, they all seem comically large.

That doesn’t seem to bother him.

He has managed to convince Brie to give him a pair of handguns, and a sword as big as he is. It’s the sword he’s practicing with, right now. The sword was probably intended to be wielded with one hand, but Shadow holds it in both hands to swing it. Whoever may approach, he points at them with the sword—]

Spar with me. I need to be prepared for whatever is coming.

[G: Joker’s Wild]
[Got another idea? HIT ME UP YO]

A: Apparently Peppermint frightens spiders.

[The spiders here are dinner plate sized, but Vietnam never knew that. In fact she didn't know that until she found herself stepping onto something shifting, and lo and behold, something the size of her own head came out.

And so after a loud SCREECH, she picks up the nearest log and smashes it down on the ambushing spider. Who knows if it's dead yet but...

...she's repeatedly beating down with that log until it shatters to pieces.]

G-goodness! ...A-ah, where did it go?

[?!]

C: It's okay when it comes to robots, she's a professional (she's not)

[Just when she was making comment about how this reminds her of the time she visited the countries of Scandinavia and received a tour, and had to deal with Sweden's infamous Surströmming, a certain probe is floating by...

...and scanning? She immediately freezes.]

Don't...don't move. If we stay still, it won't think of us as a threat.

[She's watched enough movies to know about this.]

...Potentially.

G: Wildcard...?

[Hit her up with anything!

Or your character faces her looking at some of the locations at the camp. She's played video games like this, she's a professional (she's not).]

T-this...is where we find items, no? [She's murmuring something under her breath about a "Save point".]

Edited 2017-11-22 08:47 (UTC)

A. ever get that feeling of déjà vu?

[Suddenly finding oneself lost in the middle of a forrest is pretty distressing on its own, but after what feels like hours of running around in search of a sign of a city, civilization or anything familiar it becomes more and more difficult not to panic. On top of that, the exhaustion is finally beginning to take its toll on Noel, so she fails to watch her step ─ and soon enough, she feels the ground giving way from under her feet and she falls right into the spiders' trap.]

Eeeek!

[She screams, but the next thing she knows, she falls safely on the ground several meters away where she had been standing a few seconds ago.]

Eh...? H-How did I...?

[How indeed? Last time she checked, she couldn't teleport or anything like that.]

F. you have my sword

[Noel knows preparations are important when heading into the unknown. That includes weapons, too ─ which is especially important now what she's discovered her pair of twin guns, Bolverk, has been oddly unresponsive ever since she's arrived at this place.

However, being given a huge, two-handed sword the poor girl can barely pick up is more trouble than help; still, she couldn't simply refuse when Brie was trying so hard and thus she's now stuck with a very unfitting weapon on her. She hopes she can find a more appropriate wielder for it... Could that be you?]

E-Excuse me! I apologize for bothering you, but... um... D-Do you think this could be of any use to you? I don't think it'll do any good in my hands, so you can have it... I don't need anything in return.

[Noel smiles a little sheepishly, nervous to talk to strangers like that, but quickly reassures herself it's for mutual good. She also remembers another important issue and figures it's okay to ask while they're at it.]

Oh! Although, if it's not too much trouble... would you happen to know where I can find some bullets?

[Priorities.]

wildcard

[Hit me up with anything else or drop me a line at

psychelocks to plot!]

[ B ]

[Rain. Rain is new, and inconvenient, and though Eve had definitely run through shallow rivers and streams before, at home, being this waterlogged was a new and uncomfortable experience. The environment was too damp for his circuitry, or so he'd claim, but whatever the case, it did leave him feeling lethargic and, in turn, very, very annoyed at the whole situation.

So, of course, this leads him to being slightly less than observant than he ought to be, and one wrong step has him dropping very, very quickly. One knee ends up by his head before he knows what's going on, and the arm that tried to catch himself from the fall? Embedded in the ground up to his elbow. Trying to pull himself free lasted for approximately one whole second before the attempt nearly cost him his already unsteady balance, and who could say how deep the pit he'd stumbled into was? He'd definitely sink if he fell in, and... then what?

So he had to wait. Seething. For a helping hand. Or death. Death might actually be more merciful.]

[ C ]

[After a particularly humiliating debacle, the clear course of action was to get as far away from the marshy hell pits as possible. Logically, that would be somewhere dry, but the closest thing to that here, now, was the looming forest, so it was there that Eve continued his exploration.

Only to come face to face... er... face to flat metal facing with one of those android's scanner pods. Or at least something that looked uncannily like one.]

What's a pod doing here?

[And what's a pod doing being so interested in him? He thought they already knew about him and his brother?]

Hey. Hey. Where's your master, anyway?

[As if the pod will respond.]

[ G ]

[Wildcard! You know the drill - hit me with any of the other prompts or something else entirely, I'm game!]

a. itsy bitsy spiders

[ The cloudy skies and rain isn't doing much to help them feel energized, but more importantly, the unequal, unsafe footing being created by the rain aggravates them more. So many opportunities for danger here, one wrong move could leave them vulnerable to attack... and these strange, big, eight legged creatures that keep crawling on them every few steps? Not cute.

While trying to carefully navigate the marshy forest, Cairngorm spots another figure in the forest and decides to approach, not thinking it a problem that there's a few of the arachnids clinging to their limbs. ]

Excuse me? Excuse me.

[ They are more trying to nonchalantly swat away the spiders rather than kill them as they approach you, face almost completely deadpan. Do those spiders have a chance of crawling off their lifeless body and coming towards you instead? Absolutely. But does Cairngorm consider that as they knock them off one by one? Not at all. ]

d. near the caravan

[ After the unnecessarily annoying experience of going through the forest, they take a moment of rest near outside the caravan, putting their head in their hands while sitting on the ground... there had to be a rational way to proceed, right?

With no experience with telepathic thought, Cairngorm had no sense of preparedness for the broadcasting of their own thoughts, which is why rather than coherent words, at first all anyone would be able to hear is My Longest Big Sigh Ever.mp3, followed by: ]

Why can't I recognize anything on this planet.. There's no possible way this is the moon. I'm starting to get tired, too...

f. brie's armory

[ Lots of weapons? Cool!! Not the first time Cairngorm has seen an armory, and they're not the type to marvel at all the things they hadn't seen. Actually, anyone that saw their expression would get the impression that they are stressed out as hell, brows furrowed and face looking quite unimpressed. Thats their resting face.

Rather than browse the large selection, they make a beeline for the long weapons, fingers unhesitantly testing the blade of a small scythe. ]

Unbelievable.. what kind of material is this made of...?

[ Their question is more to themselves than anyone else, and their own stress keeps them from noticing if anyone is in earshot. ]

g. wildcard
( anything else goes! )

A; it's getting pretty spidey tense up in here

[ Cindy has had a... special relationship with spiders for quite some time now. Even so, it took her a while to get used to all of the new eight-legged friends she acquired with her web-shooting powers.

And when she finally did get used to everything (which is an overstatement, because no one gets used to anything in the Marvel-verse), suddenly she's left in the dark again. Literally. It's pitch black out here and she has no idea where she is, but she does know that (1) tripping and falling face-first into a ditch in unknown territory is never good and (2) oh god what is that shadowy figure over there slinking across the ground toward her-- ]

Don't panic, Cindy. I mean, you should probably panic a little bit, but not so much that you can't move. Like right now. Please move, legs.

[ She lets out a clamorous laugh. If no one heard the loud thud her body made as it fell, they may hear her obnoxiously trying to calm herself down.

It's not so much that she's scared of getting hurt, but... shit, her webs aren't doing the web thing and she can't see enough to punch anything and yup, she's about to get hurt. ]

I'm sure we can work this out. Can I interest you in... { FRANTICALLY CHECKING HER POCKETS ] ... three dollars and a gum wrapper?

D; i'm just pillow telepathy-ing

[ An embarrassing amount of time has elapsed since Cindy's arrival and she's just now finding her way to the base camp. But that's besides the point. ]

Gotta admit, this place is still a step up from that sewer. I haven't seen any green people yet, which I would call a success. Would still be nice if I was home in bed though. Or eating ice cream. Or both. And if I didn't have to worry about working tomorrow. Or paying rent. Or seeing Peter. Or talking to my therapist, or...

[ You get the picture. She's going to keep rambling about what-ifs and things she doesn't want to do until someone tells her to shut the heck up. ]

E; "butt i was just taking a peek"

[ She knows the door is open to this floating little... whatever this thing is, and is in dire need of some answers because who is running this place she needs to talk to a manager, but also, it feels morally wrong to just go right inside. She's not about to be caught trespassing. So she knocks on the side of the thing.

And when nothing happens after 3 minutes, she knocks again.

And when nothing happens after another 3 minutes, she reluctantly pokes her head in and looks for anything suspicious, but it's kind of hard to see in there, so she ends up looking for a while.

So if you happen to stumble upon this scene, you're going to have one (1) butt sticking out of a floating vehicle on your hands. But you probably shouldn't put your hands on it, that would end badly. ]

wildcard

[ i'm good with anything bruh, if your character is dying in a fight (and cindy knows wtf is happening) she'll def jump in and cover for them, etc. etc. my plurk is pissbaby for planning purposes or if you wanna add me! ]

Edited 2017-11-24 06:37 (UTC)

I. very spooky spiders

[Daichi doesn't like bugs, or woods, or anything that isn't the comfort of the concrete jungle, more or less. He's already struggling with being lost in a forest somewhere, so when a misstep sends his foot sinking into a hole in the ground and a terrible skittering around from all sides announces the arrival of at least half a dozen giant spiders, well—

The high-pitched shriek in the distance (or maybe closer)? That's Daichi. His foot is stuck in the bramble, spiders are coming, and now he's screaming.]

Hello? Somebody? Anybody out there with a normal number of legs?! Or at least less than eight— Heeeellp!!

[By the time anyone approaches he's still just... shouting? Just one long, continuous shout, while he tries to bludgeon the nearest spider with what appears to be the end of a scarf hastily tied into a big knot. It's going about as well as it sounds like it would.]

or spiders 2: but with magic
[It's all the same screaming and begging for less than eight legs right up until another person comes into range; then, when a spider makes a daring leap toward Daichi's face, he shrieks again and throws up his hands. And the spider abruptly launches in the opposite direction, now careening through the air very probably toward whoever's come to see what's happening.

It was an accident.]

II. you wouldn't download a sword

[Later, Daichi is carefully avoiding making eye contact with anyone handing out weapons. He probably needs something, considering the demon summoning app on his phone is apparently not working right now - bullshit, if you ask him - but ngh... carrying a big spear around and fighting monsters was a lot cooler in video games and now when he had to do it all the time.

For a little while he keeps checking his phone and frowning, muttering at it, maybe a few choice and mysterious things like "No special service? Lame," and "Can't I just download a bat or something..." And then, distracted, he bumps into and knocks over a row of nasty-looking spears. He jumps, tries to scramble to catch them all and catches maybe two in a desperate shame hug. Uhhh.]

I... meant to do that! Toootally did! Just testing the, uh... durability?

III. hello it's me

[Telepathy sounds like a great idea, like most things, until he spends two seconds actually thinking about it and then it sounds like embarrassment waiting to happen. But he's going to try... first impressions are everything.......]

Um... hello... Daichi Shijima here, 18 years old... from Tokyo? Man, what the hell are you supposed to say in everybody else's head? "Love what you've done with the place"?

[Then the mental equivalent of a sigh. Good work, Daichi.]

IV. wild wild tdm

[hello please feel free]

C. LIKE MEETS LIKE

[ Everything about this world is....amazing and different. It feels organic, tangible, real. It's more than she could ever comprehend to be within let alone have full agency in.

When the scanner pod approaches and begins to scan her and chirping out it's monotone pre-recorded lines, a small smile forms on her face and she tilts her head. ]

It's nice to meet you. It's always good to run into someone that feels familiar in a strange place, were you looking for viruses? I haven't seen any.....

[ She plants her feet apart and stands up straight as the red sensor slides over her “body”, allowing the pod to go about it's business without a word of protest. ]

Oh, while you're here, if you can tell me any name that belongs to this place? The file names for the textures and maps and any “lore” on it, please. I'm still getting used to moving around in a three dimensional space and I can't seem to figure out how to access any of the in-game data.

F. (yoko taro voice) but can a robot feel

[ Interacting within three dimensions is interesting! Brie moves much more fluidly than Monika's static poses and she finds herself occasionally watching with robotic stillness as the woman fusses about and lifts up her arms and inquirers as to how she “stands weighing that much let alone expects to wield anything”.

When Brie finally steps away, leaving a light naginata made of sanded wooden pole-arm and a razor thin blade, Monika turns to the person who has been watching the fussing and addresses then with genuine curiosity in her voice, but a tonally dissonant broad smile. ]

Is this really necessary? I've never felt fear over the concept of not existing before.

B - BREAK A LEG

[It isn't the first time Carmilla has been summoned into an unfamiliar place and it certainly won't be the last. She considers herself to be a flexible Servant, all things considered. A bit of privacy, a bit of space, perhaps a couple pints of blood to ensure her skin's excellent condition -- the price for her work is more than reasonable.

This is, however, the first time she's been summoned without her powers. Her outfit never caused any problems simply because it was magical energy. She needn't worry about it slowing her down or anything of the sort but now? Carmilla is quickly learning that heels and mud don't mix.

Which is to say: she stepped in an innocuous puddle and, with a shriek, has fallen in!

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER!!]

C - SCANNING. . .

[... it seems like a pest has found her. Carmilla isn't sure what it is but she knows two things: it's a machine and it's a nuisance. She's having a bad time already. She doesn't want a probing audience to her misfortunes, even if said audience is an innocuous machine. Each time it gets close to her, Carmilla roughly shoves it away with her hand.]

It's impolite to stare.

[Her voice is icy cold. If the poor pod keeps trying to finish its business, it's very likely it'll wind up a pile of scrap metal and bolts.]

D - BRAIN ZAP

[There's a new mind being broadcast over the telepathic network -- there's an overwhelming amount of irritation and frustration, mixed in with lots of stream-of-consciousness thoughts. Is it at being brought to an entirely new planet? At the new circumstances?

No. Actually, it's--]

mud all over the hem can't possibly expect me to hand wash skin will irritate from this accursed swamp 20 gallons of blood at least to feel clean again perhaps a good moisturizer as a temporary measure can't believe i have to clean like some handmaid wonder if there are other humans on this planet i could sample

[what the fuck why is she talking about human blood?????]

F - I'M AXING FOR A FRIEND

[Ah. Now here's a bright spot in an otherwise dreary day. Carmilla seems much more happier to be around pointy and dangerous objects. She picks up the ones that catches her eye, weighing them in her hand to determine how comfortable they are in her grip. Swords aren't her style. Axes are much too heavy. She wants something graceful, something elegant--

Something like this. A breast ripper.]

To think I'd see one here...

[She notices you, unfortunately.]

Are you curious to see how it's used?

[do you want to volunteer :)]

C

[Lance takes a few steps backwards upon becoming aware of where he suddenly is, and where he suddenly is not. He was on the bridge of the Castle of Lions a minute ago and now he's in a cold forest, blinking the haze out of his eyes, willing them to focus. His back hits something and he yelps, stumbling forward and spinning around all in the same moment to face whatever it was-

A floating robot. Right. Okay.]

Um. Hey? [He ventures, and the robot bobs before giving a peculiar response of its own.]

--Yo yo, dawg.
I see you standin there slackjaw.
Never seen a bot slick as I?
I can do much more than fly,
Hold your breath and keep yer eyes wide open,
Cuz I'm a searchin for somethin'--

[Lance waits for a moment more before realizing his mouth is indeed hanging open and shuts it quickly with a snap. After all his time in space, he's never known any alien or robot to rap. As far as he was aware, that was a strictly earthly art form. He squints at it suspiciously.]

Okay, Pidge, Hunk. Very funny, you can call off your rapping robot and come out now.

[The robot swishes from side to side in confusion.]

--Pidge? Hunk?
Seems like you're in a funk,
Those ain't names of any bros I know,
Maybe you're just not down with my flow??--

[Lance feels his eye twitch, was that a challenge?]

Okay, first of all,
your "rhythm" is a wrecking ball,
they shatter the concrete of the beat,
that started it all- [He stops, realizing that sounds like a compliment if you tilt your head. Dammit.]
And that's not a compliment!
You useless pile of... scrapiments...

... Am I using that right? [He's lost the flow. English is a stupid confusing language and rap is equally stupid. Now he can't decide if 'scrapiments' is even a word. It's not, but he really wishes it was. He lets out a frustrated sound and glares at the robot.] Whatever, it's not important. You're still a terrible rapper and I'm still not sure where I am.

[Someone help him?]

G [Wildcard! Write whatever you please, I'll roll with it.]

b. —

( The ability bestowed upon Phos is an odd one; healing others at their own emotional detriment. It happens to be, today, that they're feeling anxious and uncomfortable at the thought of being away from home, away from their family.

They feel a sort of draw, something like wanderlust and a desire to explore as they might have when they were a scholar. But they don't find much; trees and the flitting of creatures through the brush.

Just when they might turn around to head back to the base camp, they find someone, leg stuck down in a deep hole, struggling; maybe they're injured? Phos rushes over to them immediately, offering a golden hand. )

Are you okay ... ?

( They ask with a little alarm, urgency. )

c. —

( The robot is being incredibly thorough, not hostile at all;
as it checks Phos over, they smile, checking it over as well. Never have they encountered something like this. Everything back home is typically organic.

They notice someone nearby, watching, and they hold up a hand in greeting. )

Ah — I'm sorry, are you waiting for your turn? Did you need something?

d. —

( Pacing out of anxiety, out of these odd new sensations, the new experience of utter displacement, Phos turns over and over in their brain the faces of their family. )

Is everyone whole? What will they do if Rutile is shattered, what if they're all gone, what if—

a; arachnids abound

[ An island, a forest, nature all around. It reminds her of some of her earliest memories; of wandering around in a secluded forest in the tropical air, of perhaps a fuzzy companion or two that she knows (now) was not hers but of those before her. It's been so long since she stepped out from that pier.

There are no albino shiba inus to befriend here, nor are there any graves to her sisters, robotic units just like her, that she can stand in front of and ponder about. No, instead, there are spiders, and big ones at that, who seem all too happy to try to gnaw on the newest piece of prey who misstepped into their trap. Unfortunately for the arachnids, she's not trapped in there with them, they're trapped in there with her. ]

I would advise against this. For your own sake.

[ If anyone close enough also has hearing good enough, they can pick up on the sound of mandibles gnawing not on flesh or cloth, but metal, and then some spidery scrambling as more come to skitter. ]

...Please stop. I'm not very good sustenance for you.

[ Oddly enough, she's more concerned about the spiders biting her than she is about herself. As creepy and crawly as they can be to humans, they're still life, so although she technically has the equipment to set one of them on fire, she won't. Besides, that would possibly cause much more damage to the forest itself. She doesn't want to use any of her ammo, either, due to the seeming scarcity.

Out of options, the only thing she can do is calmly manually pry the spiders off of her. It doesn't feel like anything unless they touch her face, after all, and she doesn't have the instinctual biological phobia of spiders, nor the biological reaction that accompanies it. As such, when she pries off the giant spiders, she basically flings them outside of the trapdoor she fell into.

Perhaps one is scurrying in the direction of its next, hopefully easier meal after that. Or perhaps it flew right into a passerby's face. Or arm. Or leg. Unpleasant places. ]

I'm sorry...

[ To the spiders, or to the person she unwittingly flung one into? Who can say. ]

c; all toasters toast toast

[ Admittedly, the pods are not a piece of technology she's familiar with, which is saying something coming from an android. But they seem(?) benevolent enough (or as benevolent as a "mere" machine can be) that she doesn't mind trying to chat them up for more information on this place or map data. Especially map data, but she can't seem to get any signal here, nor can she interface with a completely unfamiliar machine.

However, as much as she'd like to "converse" with the pod, it's not giving her the answers she'd like, so she saunters up to the nearest person and points at the hovering pod behind her. ]

Excuse me. Do you know where its creator is?

[ "I'd like to have a word with them," she leaves unsaid. She's both fascinated and a little concerned. Researchers can be...the best of the best, or the worst of the worst, and when they make machines, they don't always have the best intentions in mind. ]

f; no more firepower

[ She was never one to rely on melee weapons much; her metallic limbs already served enough of a purpose, and her firepower was her main method of combat. Gatling guns, rocket launchers, the works.

Key word being "was". With the lack of ammunition here however, she needs to conserve what she can. No more gatling guns for Aigis, alas. Instead, she carefully props up the flat side of a sword's blade, leans in closely (and to an outsider, most likely foolishly risking cutting herself by handling it improperly), and then gently places it down. She then turns around to ask the nearest person one thing: ]

Is there any ammunition here?

[ Or, you know, any gun-shaped objects that are Totally Not Guns but used to shoot yourself in the head to summon things. ]

wildcard;

[ Got another idea? Go wild o7 ]

C. shows up a million years late with starbucks

[As the pod attempts to scan him, Artorius makes no movement to stop it. Instead, he simply stares at it with a piercing gaze.]

Yes? What is it you require of me?

[Looks like he's trying to reason with it...?]

Answer me. If you fail to do so, I will be forced to dismantle you.

[Despite his threat, his voice and demeanor are completely calm. Please, someone save the robot before it's too late.]

D. i don't have witty titles for these

This feeling... it would seem as if resonance is stronger here, and yet I am unable to sense any malakhim. While my ties to Innominat may be severed, I can still recognize that this isn't an earth pulse... I wonder, what exactly is this place? Some sort of afterlife?

[Although this sort of experience is bound to be embarrassing for anyone, he's lucky at least that he's spent decades controlling his thoughts so that they're just plotting and not... y'know, despair.]

F1. i just wanted to make fun of myself

[Content to ignore any of Brie's suggestions, he finds himself mostly alone as he examines the available swords. He grabs a hilt from the selection and lifts it up, evaluating its quality and suitability. He gives it a few practice swings before nodding, apparently satisfied.]

This should do for now.

F2. seriously

[Did you want a JRPG villain judging you as you browse? Well, you've got one now so deal with it. His newly acquired sword sheathed, Arthur turns to address someone nearby.]

I'd imagine they intend for us to face more than a few spiders. What do you know of this new threat we're preparing for?

B
[ Everything starts off blurry and remains blurry for Jun, because his glasses are missing. Great. Just what he needs, right? To be stranded somewhere with impaired eyesight. It really doesn't help figuring out where he is, as he trudges through the forest. It's strange how... muted... he feels as well. He can't sense anything at all.

Suffice to say, Jun easily gets lost and takes a wrong step right into a mud pit, getting thoroughly stuck. This would break even the most relentlessly positive of people, and his exasperated outburst can be heard at quite a distance! ]

Ughhh! Gross!

D
[ As if having to be rescued from a swamp wasn't bad enough, the telepathic pangs are basically Jun's worst nightmare. He recognizes them almost immediately, having had experience with something similar in the past. Nonetheless it takes him a good moment of internal screeching and a particularly disturbingly intrusive thought of what if I just set this whole place on fire before he shuts that nonsense down and just broadcasts one particular word over and over: ]

Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. Nope~

[ Of course, he's smiling all the while and outwardly seems friendly...? Maybe a little manic looking, around the eyes. ]

C.

[She really did hate this. Although she had gotten use to traveling through the wilderness this was too much. The forest was dense and she was pretty sure she was totally lost. She hadn't run into a single person since she set out and she was beginning to feel panic welling inside her. She swallows. No, no... it won't do any good to panic. She needs to remain composed and calm. There had to be a path or--

Something rustles in the brush to her left. Cheria stops dead in her tracks and whirls around. Instinctively she tries to find her knives only to remember they were missing.]

Wh... Who's there?! [She tries to sound threatening but fails. She sounds about as panicked as she feels.

The brush shakes more violently and suddenly something comes zooming out towards her.

The shriek she lets out can be heard for miles. Maybe it catches your attention.... but how could it not?]

D.

[She absolutely has no clue she can be heard so of course once she's in the camp her thoughts start spilling out.]

I still don't have any idea where I am. Why aren't my artes working? Without them I'm just... no, I can't worry about this now. I might be able to still help around here. Maybe... someone has more information. Asblel and the others must be here too, right? Since we were all together. I hope they're okay. Maybe they're lost too. I'm sure they'll be fine on their own but--

[The worry thoughts continue and will keep going unless you decide to interrupt her.]

F.

[The weapons on display all look pretty dangerous. They appear to be everywhere and Cheria has been examining the ones she comes across in an attempt to locate her throwing knives. Without her artes she would feel a lot better with them on hand. If she can't heal others she can at least hold her own so as not to burden anyone.

She isn't having any luck but she does come across a strange gun-like weapon. Absently she picks it up. It reminds her of the guns that Hubert wields. She's admittedly curious if she could ever use something like this. If she can't locate her own weapons then maybe she should consider learning to use something else...

Suddenly the weapon fires although it doesn't appear to be the gun Cheria assumed it was. Instead it fires water at such a violent speed that it makes her jump. The stream goes far and drenches the poor person that happens to be near by... which is you. It probably even stings a little with how hard it hits.

She looks so dumbfounded it's comical. Then she blinks and quickly drops the "weapon" back where she found it.]

Oh my gosh! I-I'm so sorry! Are you all right?

Edited 2017-12-07 01:01 (UTC)

B. Skirts were a bad choice

[ Astolfo is a bit fed up with this place already. He can't summon his hippogriff or his lance or any of his weapons. It's cold, he can't get in touch with his Master, and worst of all this place is just damn creepy. Who summons a Servant to a place like this, honestly? He's struggling through the marshy ground when he feels his foot sink more than it should. He tries to pull back, really, but it's already too late.

With a yelp, Astolfo sinks down up to his hip in the cold, muddy, bog. His odd little armored skirt bunches around his hips and he can feel cold, disgusting mud squelching up against his skin. If things were normal, of course, this wouldn't be a problem. He's a Heroic Spirit. Cold and heat and all those things aren't important! Except here it seems like maybe they are. He struggles for a moment, trying to haul himself free, but can't seem to find purchase. The only result is that he's even colder, wetter, and muddier than before. The paladin gives a tired groan, then raises his voice to call out. ]

Hello? Helllllp--! I'm stuck! Someone!

[ And on the telepathic connection usually reserved for a Master-- ]

Hello? Master? Are you there?

E. Tight quarters

[ Finally. He's found his way to a camp where there's a hope of getting warm and maybe changing out of his ruined clothes (and he really liked that cape, too). While looking around for a spot to try and dry off and warm up, Astolfo's gaze falls on the open door of the caravan--perfect! Astolfo clambers hurriedly inside--only to find the door shutting behind him as he sprawls over one of the previous occupants, mud and all. ]

Hey, what's going on--?! Make some room, okay?!

G. Wildcard!

[ Create your own nonsense with Astolfo! ]

Edited 2017-12-11 18:20 (UTC)

[ After arriving and becoming aware of their power and the coven's food situation, Kenos decides to make a small patch of strawberry sprouts. They've spent every minute of every day since tending to them, because they ~~don't know how to do anything else~~ think hunting is nonsense.

Someone come tell this 6ft child to take a break from staring at plants. ]