( TDM #7 )

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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 Shehui.

You 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 jewelry inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes. A ▢ Perhaps the signet in your chest isn't the most pressing matter right now. You notice that the building you're in (Chips!) is pretty large -- but even that isn't the most demanding thing capturing your interest right now. It's the video game you're in front of. Maybe it's Duck Hunt, or a zombie killing game that involves those huge red and blue guns. There are a variety of arcade games in Chips!, after all -- but are you Player 1 or Player 2? B ▢ After a strange incident a couple of days ago, the area around Anmung tower has been essentially dead. This may or may not be lucky for you -- since you're on the top of the observation deck, and all. If you're afraid of heights...oops. It's not that people aren't allowed to be up there, it's just that there aren't too many people. The view is still pretty good, though! C ▢ Let's say that you just want some answers and information about the strange signet you now have. You may find some success in asking around, but be warned: not everyone in Shehui will know what the fuck you're talking about. If you're lucky enough, you may eventually run into a coven member that will be able to explain. D ▢ Since your character didn't show up via any special means, they may not know that magic is a bit taboo in Shehui. If their new magic manifests, it might be a bit of an issue. Locals certainly won't like it, and they'll definitely attract the attention of more than a few monitors. The good news? This is also a pretty good way to snag the attention of a coven member who is here to help! E ▢ Let's get back to some fun stuff. Your character is enveloped in darkness for a brief moment, something clasped in their hand. Lights, camera, action -- the glowing screen that suddenly flashes on turns out to belong to a karaoke booth TV! You and and someone else have been locked in this booth for an hour -- at least there's a mini bar and some snacks! F ▢ For something not so fun, the snowfall has stopped in Shehui, except for those residences and businesses who want to keep paying for it. A lot aren't willing to cough up the credits, so it's safe to say the streets aren't. Everything is frosty and slippery, from melted snow to frozen water littering the sidewalks. Watch your step or you could hurt yourself...or bump into an unexceptional stranger! G ▢ Finally, you may have had the fortunate luck of ending up in the coven's apartment complex. There are names on the door to all apartments, if you want to go exploring. Whether you find the name of someone you recognize, or maybe you just want some shelter from the cold weather, knock knock...is anyone home? H ▢ Wildcard! How will your character react to this strange world?

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[deusex]

[ More like, has he caused them any trouble... It might be a little funny, how Orga continued to see him as he is now — and also how he had been before, an orphan child off the streets to be protected. Maybe that was still the truth, if only partially; there might still be something of that nature in Mika, that childish obliviousness to his surroundings, blind towards everything else but what he's focused on. ]

He was with him, before. Not now.

[ Not now, not here. There's something different. Even Mika can see that. ]

It's fine.

[ it's not exactly an answer to what Orga has asked, not a clear yes or no, and it might show. Mika doesn't make any indication of it though, continuing on at a slower, but even pace down the street. ]

[counteracts]

[True, but... Orga likes to believe that Mika wouldn't do such a thing, and that if he had to resolve something with violence, he would have good reason, but...

Well, let's just say that he might be a little too mentally forgiving of the younger boy.]

Hmm. [Honestly, that doesn't help much, but Orga's knowledge (and, by extension, his opinions of) that particular branch of Gjallarhorn was limited. There had only been his dealings with McGillis - or Montag, as he had known him during his masquerading days. As they had been simultaneously harried and supported by him and those attached to him, Orga's thoughts were complicated, which made trying to make a snap decision about someone merely affiliated with him (and now not) even more so.

So he doesn't.]

Well, [he rolls his shoulders in a shrug,] we'll deal with it when we need to, then. Can't say the politics of it matter much here anyway.

[Without mobile suits and other weapons to muster, suddenly the stakes felt a lot lower.

He peers at Mika out of the corner of his eye, discerning. He doesn't call him out on the vagueness of the answer, though.]

I'll talk to 'em soon. [He indicates the house they've idled in front of with a nod of the head.] This it?

[deusex]

[ the politics of the Gjallarhorn, the internal conflicts and the undercurrents of methods and motives for their actions doesn't matter much, no, not in this place — the intergalactic peacekeepers they are supposed to be, but that's in a different time and place to now.

And he'd been helped by him — by that man, when he clearly didn't have to. Whatever truce had been struck between them all had only minor effects and influence on Mika; it was something that had more to do with that man and McGillis.

The scar, the bitterness running under surface. The funeral.

The hand extended toward him in snow. ]

Even if Orga didn't talk to them, [ Mikazuki continues to carefully check the street numbers off as they walk, finally coming to a stop in front of a particular door. This must be it. ] —they won't bother us here.

[ a child comes to the door to answer the bell, and Mika shifts to ease the flowers out of his hold, handing it over. ]

[counteracts]

[In a way, it was a relief. Orga was no good at politicking; occasional guidance and commentary from an array of make-shift advisers (be it Naze or Kudelia or Merribit) stopped him from some of his more boneheaded ideas, though it was clear to him at least that his strengths lie on a battlefield.

It put him in an odd situation, then, when he felt so adrift in situations that were technically safer for those that he should probably be trying to keep alive. The catch-22 of the leader of a mercenary company, then.

To Orga, though, none of it should apply to Mika; if they had any complaint about what the boy did, they should take it to him instead. Barbatos did not deploy unless Orga gave the direct command.

So those will be discussions he will need to have. Fine. He prefers have them directly regardless; all of this running around and talking through channels and liaisons back home was starting to grate on him regardless.

He smiles at Mika's response, choosing not to answer. He thinks speaking to them is an eventuality, but regardless of how it shakes out, they wouldn't be able to touch them. Let's just say... they don't particularly scare him in-person. He idles on the street corner while Mika makes the delivery. He's waiting for him when he returns.]

So what's on the docket for the rest of the day? [Asked with smile slightly askew.] Or are you off the hook?

[deusex]

[ Discussions, topics that will eventually come up, but not just now; it's not like Mika has stirred up too much since he'd been summoned here — apart from the little run-in with Julieta, he'd tried to keep to himself most of the time.

Not for the first time since he caught sight of the other boy, Mika wonders if this is his doing, somehow. Geir had said that the witch had ways of bringing a few people from the same world, people who had some kind of an important bond or connection between them.

He had just been — not waiting, but trying to find his way back to Orga, to help him get to where he wanted to bring them to. Did his efforts only succeed partially, working in reverse to tear Orga from his rightful place instead? ]

I'm done now.

[ Mika doesn't quite smile, but the tilt of his head mirrors the line of the crooked smile on Orga's face. ]

That was the last of the delivery.

[ It might be seen as selfish, if people had all but known that something inside Mika has settled by Orga's presence like ripples across the surface of the water growing still to reflect the light of the moon. It is selfish, but Mika doesn't stop to think about what kind of an emotion that spreads in his chest; some kind of peace, some kind of solid reassurance that Orga always exudes, some kind of confidence in his belonging, to this place, beside him.

Now that Orga was here, whether it be through his own wishes (fault) or not, Mika was going to do what he always has done — everything and anything that Orga wants. ]

What next, Orga?

[counteracts]

[I'm not sure keeping himself to just one fist-fight makes Mika a pinnacle of self-control and a bastion of temperance...

The question of the why of it might be something to press itself into quiet moments of contemplation, but it wasn't something Orga would waste too much time wrangling with. It wasn't his way. Orga always kept his eyes forward, on the path ahead, always poised and ready to flag what might need to be pursued or otherwise removed. That he had Mika at his side only meant that that they were able to continue to angle towards what was best for them here, and if he had any thoughts to spare for the witch that drug them all here, it would a shred of gratitude for them being together now. Even if Mika had had to field a month on his own.

Orga's smile spreads a few notches wider, and he laughs, giving Mika a small clap on the back as he comments,] delivery boy... [in a way that wasn't quite mocking, though an outside observer might make that mistake in reading it that way. No, it is a warm sense of disbelief, a deep humor in finding perhaps the deadliest mobile suit pilot doing something so mind-numbingly menial.

But, then again, he's a mercenary company boss out of work. Hm.

At this point in time, it is a more difficult question to answer. He's out of his game, out of his field, out all of his men, out the barest outline of a plan he had started to hatch with McGillis.

So for now he rolls his shoulders in a shrug, assuming another easy smile.] We look around and see what sort'a trouble we can get into. [Of course, his tone seems to imply.

And he sets off, knowing intrinsically that Mika would be with him every step of the way.]