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( TDM #7 )

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.

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E. I gotta sing

[ Astolfo isn't quite sure what's happening for a moment as the world, which was all darkness for a moment, suddenly blooms into bright light. He squints, then blinks as the screen comes into focus. There's a chipper, cheery pop into playing and words are just coming up on the screen. Oh! Karaoke! Astolfo can definitely handle this. Without even stopping to wonder what's happening or why, he launches into song, one arm slinging itself around his boothmate. Whoever that happens to be. ]

Making my way downtown, walking fast! ♪ Faces pass and I'm home bound~! ♫

[ He is definitely enthusiastic, even if he can't quite hit the right notes. Unless he's interrupted, he seems totally happy to finish the song before he starts asking question. ]

F. City sidewalks dressed in holiday style.

[ Brr. A little chilly, but... not enough to keep the sidewalks walkable. Sure, Astolfo is a Servant, a Paladin, a mighty warrior (well, a warrior at least) an has good balance on top of that. But all of that is useless when it comes to that most insidious of things, an icy sidewalk. As Astolfo wanders down the sidewalk taking in the various sights of Shehui he hits a particularly icy patch of sidewalk and hsi feet go right out from under him! He yelps, flailing as he goes tumbling right into whoever might be unfortunate enough to be sharing the walk with the hapless Servant. ]

Ack--! Ow! Owowowow...

[ The two of you are a pile of tangled limbs and bruises on the sidewlak. Don't be too angry with him, please? ]

H. Wildcard! Hit me something else.

Edited 2017-12-24 05:31 (UTC)

[ C. ]

[You're going about your business as usual. Whatever it is you'll suddenly realize someone has followed you. There's a light tug on your sleeve, coattail or whatever other article of clothing you might be wearing.

Elize peers at you uncertainly, a strange doll clutched in her arms.]

U-Um... excuse me...

[ F. ]

[Elize has traveled in the snow plenty of times. She remembers how difficult it was at first but then how much easier it got after awhile. Also how Rowen or Jude would take her hand and help her across slippery terrain. Well neither Rowen or Jude are here with her as she carefully makes her way down the icy street. So she has to do this herself!

She seems to be managing fine, arms slightly outstretched to keep her balance as she crosses s particularly slippery patch of ice. Teepo is floating after her. For all her caution though the inevitable happens and her feet slip out from under her.

Down she goes and she yelps in surprise, sliding a ways along the ice only to crash into the person who had been walking in front of her. That person happens to be you and now you're both on the ice.]

[ H. ] Wildcard! Hit me with something else?!

[ooc: I'll be writing to avoid spoilers!]

[b: such great heights]

Evil Earth...

[Syenite almost feels like she will sway. She doesn't, she's a Fulcrum-trained orogene and she does not lose control (but you did, didn't you?) even if she can't sess a rusting thing. And that's the damn problem. Her hands keep rubbing at the back of her neck, just under her skull. She can't sess the earth. She knows it isn't because she's so high up, this is nothing, and Hell, she can't even sess a damn obelisk. It's a greater and more terrible vertigo than the strange situation, and she is terrified that it is gone forever. An orogene without her orogeny. A rogga with no use.

Syenite looks around the observation deck. No burgundy uniforms. The knife in her hand is gone. Instead, she spots you. She keeps her expression composed, and makes herself smile like she isn't angry. She's wary of speaking to a still when she's helpless and in the black uniform, hey, you don't look like and still she has ever seen. And she needs answers.

Just like Alabaster did it. Like she's a person, and she's owed this.]

I need to know the path to the nearest information centre. Do you know the route?

[No asking for Leadership or anyone else in authority. If she's displaced and her sessapinae have gone useless, she doesn't want to go near anyone who has power over her.]

[d: a friend like me]

[Maybe you didn't notice Syenite when you bumped into each other. Maybe it didn't matter. Unfortunately, she accidentally set an empathetic connection with you, tethering you and her together.

So you get a shock of hard anger and intense wariness. What do you give in return?

Whatever it is, you may be able to identify the source of these foreign emotions when Syenite bursts out,]

What rusting shit is this?

C · (ACTION/NETWORK/BOTH, up to you!)
[He's not aboard the Isaribi. Not the Hotarubi either—hell, he wasn't even in space as far as he could tell.

Edmonton had seemed difficult to grasp for a group of kids that had only really seen the Martian frontier town of Chryse growing up, but what he finds in Shehui put even it to shame. At first he has to assume logically that it's some dream, but as time passes and compounding evidence of the sights, sounds, smells, and feeling of a living city around him piles up, it slowly wears down that paltry defense to leave him in stupefaction and wonder. The machinery he was used to was form to suit function; the unncessary lavishness of the technology and the architecture was staggering, causing him to wander aimlessly for a while.

But no, that was not productive. After a quick scan of the street, he approaches a young man who was idling at a street corner, looking at a communication device.] Hello, excuse me. Could I ask —

[Sorry. I'm in the middle of something. And then the young man crossed the street, a blinking light on the other side beckoning him forward.

Perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes of similar responses follow, a discouraging pattern of people either too busy to respond (be the claims honest or not), too apathetic, or too unfamiliar with the vague sorts of searching questions he ends up asking. With a huge sigh he collapses back onto a bench, resting momentarily with his head propped up against the face of the building behind him as the city continued to flow around him, expression a mask of frustration.]

What the hell is going on?

[That the thought was broadcast for others to hear was something he would not be immediately aware of. Chalk it up to being a true greenhorn at this magic kind of thing, or perhaps that he's a young leader who's used to his words being heard by those around him so that the same suddenly began to apply itself to his thoughts.

Regardless of the reason, it's sure there.]

A
[So he's susceptible to be drawn in by bright colors, flashing lights, and musical chimes. Who the hell isn't?

Orga ends up in an arcade booth, hunched slightly over a brightly-lit screen displaying what seems to be some version of Galaga. Vague interest had him give it a first shot, and after that it is just blind competitiveness and stubborn tenacity that keep him trying to climb the leaderboards for scores. For his credit, he's starting to work his way up, albeit gradually — the guy's got some good twitch skills and a definite eye for visual patterns.

Though someone passing by might pick him up as he mutters:] Nothing about this game is even close to accurate...

[No idiot would fly in a formation like that...]

CLOSED TO MIKA
[Dead ahead down the street was what he had found out to be Anmung Tower, and he is drawn towards it as something small might always be pulled in towards something huge and imposing, as if affected by a type of gravitational field.

As city blocks pass, the bright and festive lights of what seems to be some type of holiday fade and dim, replaced with what he recognizes (more symbolically than from personal experience) as clusters of flowers. The sight of them cause something in his chest to twist, his lips pressing together into a firm line before he pushes onward. The realization that he had seemingly left behind everyone of Tekkadan in coming here still pained him, the faint connections to each of those he considered his family still feeling partially intact, like an entire group of phantom limbs.

To distract himself from this, he addresses a woman that was working on entwining some of those flower decorations around the spiked fence of a nearby building.] Excuse me. [She looks up to inspect him with mingling curiosity and caution.] Can you tell me what these decorations are for?

[She's a bit more helpful than others he'd met in this city so far. "The day of mourning is coming up." Her manner of speaking was clipped and terse, though not unfriendly. She looks back to her work as she continues. "This is how we prepare for it, so we can remember those that we have lost."

Her answer did nothing to help, only serving to further deepen his thoughts of those he had left behind; he stands still as the woman moves on to work on another section of fence, the monolithic tower rising in the distance ahead.]

H · WILDCARD!
[Anything and everything else! Feel free to contact me if you have questions or require clarifications! (: ]

[ Yuri's not anymore used to ice, but he's got better grounding right now than Astolfo seems to... and he's accustomed to a fairly klutzy princess, so catching someone as petit as him comes second nature. But that doesn't mean he's got any more friction under his heels here, so down he goes with a sound thud and a groan of pain.

Damn, he's definitely seeing stars. ]

Wow, you sure go down hard, don't you?

[ Kids are kinda his forte in life, so he's immediately in Big Brother Mode when he catches the eyes of a much shorter girl. She's clutching a toy and has dangerously cute eyes that are absolutely something she's had to have weaponized against the guardians in her life. He puts on a kind smile and turns to face her. ]

Hey there. You lost?

B.
[If there's one thing Apollo hates, it's heights, but he's here now and already regretting it. He told himself coming up the elevator that this would be the best way to get an idea of just how big this strange city is, not to mention a better look at that weird dome over everything, but in retrospect he really should have picked up a map. Or whatever device around here showed people maps. He would've gladly shaken a futuristic smartphone until some useful information fell out of it.

It's with a deep breath and trembling legs that he exits the elevator, taking one step closer to the railing. One step, then another... then a much smaller one... then a slight shuffle of his feet. It hasn't gotten him further than a couple of feet away from the central elevator. There's not much Apollo can see from here, but he can't seem to push himself any further. In fact, he's starting to go pale just from the proximity.]

... Yep, that's enough sightseeing for me. I'm ready to go home now.

D. Psychometry
[It's a market day on one of the local streets, colorful banners vying for attention amid the holiday decorations. Businesses have booths set out on the sidewalks to entice shoppers to check out their wares, and there's a brightly-dressed Apollo among the crowd, awed at the sheer amount of cool new things on display. The way he's gaping at everything, he practically screams 'clueless tourist'.

The booth Apollo stops at sports a collection of decidedly odd statues and carvings. They were possibly imported from another place, but how was he supposed to know? If the wares were meant to represent animals, they were nothing like creatures he had ever seen before, and frankly, he's fascinated.

Apollo picks one of them up... and to an outside observer, he just stops in his tracks. He's staring at the little statue like he's about to burn a hole through it, but otherwise Apollo is barely moving a muscle. It'd be hard to tell if he's even breathing or not. The statue finally slips through his nerveless fingers, shattering on the street, making Apollo stumble back instinctively from the shower of ceramic-like pieces that hit his shoes. The shopkeeper rounds on him accusingly, and that seems to break Apollo out of his stupor, though he still looks a bit out of sorts.]

Sorry! Sorry, I just - you know, clumsy fingers, ahaha. Ha. ... I'll, uh, I'll pay for it.

[ The festival is nothing more than a distant discarded incident now, much like the fireworks from the night — brilliant and eye-catching but fading all too fast from sight the next; existing only in time, a brief moment of utter brilliance cutting through the darkness, shattering against the barrier of the sky, then nothing. Maybe they're all nothing more than sparks that shiver into million fragments of dust against the restraints of society that made them. But if that's all they could amount to be, let them shine. If that's all they can be, let them remember.

Mikazuki has a delivery to make, from work. It's for some kind of preparation for another event, a holiday of sorts, and they hand him an address and an armful of stargazer lilies and tulips. It's not that hard to find, they told him, just follow the direction to the Tower straight down. He tucks the flowers carefully into the crook of his arm, getting pollen all over the shoulder of his coat, and starts off.

It's like he feels Orga's presence before he even sees him — like there's an invisible sort of line, a pull of magnet that directs his gaze straight towards the other as he stands less than a hundred metres ahead. There's no need for double-checking or to confirm the fact that it is him; they've known each other too long for that; Mikazuki will know him even in the dark. There's a curious sort of thundering in his ears like being submerged in water, like the empty echo of space, and Mikazuki stops walking — but only for a moment. Maybe it's his pulse, the beat of his heart quickening, but Mikazuki doesn't think about any of that. What he thinks is, ah, finally, and something in his chest loosens, the tension slackening. ]

Orga, [ In the dawning light of the morning the streets are quiet and Mikazuki barely has to raise his voice. He steps toward him, and for all the likes it could be streets of Saisei, some quiet lane in Chryse, not a place miles and miles away from everything and everyone they know. But here, the faint connection catches alight, sparks growing into fire that gleams in the gaze that fixes themselves so unerringly on the other boy. ]

[Everything that was beautiful soon faded.

The ice flowers that had bloomed off of the bow of their ship, sent to mark their grief and symbolize their simultaneous feeling of loss and appreciation for those that had given their lives so that the rest of Tekkadan could continue forward—they had been beautiful in an instant before they had faded, leaving them to the cold and silent void of space. So too had the lives that they had honored, flashes of vivid determination and courage that only youth could provide, snuffed out in singular instances of violence, noise, and steel.

Orga had thought it useless to hold a funeral—such a thing had never been allotted to them, for when a member of the third group was ever killed in action, they were disposed of as industrial waste indicative of the loathsome nanomachines that swum in their blood. But it wasn't just about him and his own perception of it—to send out the thoughts, hopes, and sorrows for those that they had lost into space had done a lot for many, and he had seen it in their faces. It had humbled him, made him realize that such a thing was, despite his own feelings on the matter, his alone to bear. It simply wasn't his way. Orga mourned in his own way, carrying the name and memory of each and every person they had lost along the way close to his heart, the weight of them weighing down his shoulders.

And then he marched on, ever forward, eyes ever upward, searching for the loftiest place they could ever hope to achieve. In his mind, that was the only way all of their sacrifices could be worth it, that all of his decisions which had led to them could be redeemed.

That, or they would burn bright. And then fade.

Something he can't quite define shifts in the atmosphere around him, even before the voice breaks out over the relatively low hum of the sound of the city. A quiet instinctual recognition that seemed to understand and agree, yes, that this would be how it would have to go. That in the middle of these thoughts, thinking of all of those names and fearing that more might be added to their number in the wake of his sudden and unexplained absence, that no other voice but Mika's would cut through noise both external and internal alike.

He turns towards the call and Mika is there. Suddenly it's as if that weight was no longer there, the soaring relief of seeing him causing a smile to break across his face like the sun rising at dawn. Before he has time to think about it he's moving towards him, a walk and then a jog, the Tekkadan jacket thrown across his shoulders streaming behind him.]

Mika. [He says it when he comes to a halt in front of him, still beaming with a happiness and relief that felt palpable. He reaches out to clasp his shoulder with one hand, grip tight as he held him steady—though also to ascertain and prove to himself that it was really him standing before him.

Someone else might've said you have no idea how happy I am to see you, but he knew he had no need. Mika would know, just as Orga knew he felt the same.

He merely tightens his grip for a moment.] Took your time, huh? [His laugh is a quiet rumble.] I've been wandering around this place all night. [And now the sun was about to rise.]

( A )

[ Laphicet might have been standing in front of this machine for a good few minutes and examining it thoroughly. The screen is flashing and showing him the same scenes from a zombie apocalypse as he's weighing the red gun in his hands. He's never had anything like it in his hands before and this one is surprisingly light. While he obviously knows what you are supposed to do with a gun, the boy seems a bit lost anyway. ]

How do you play this game?

[ It might not be the right time to play games, but he's really curious about this one. ]

( D )

[ Holding an apple he received from a kind lady sometime before, Laphicet wanders around the streets, not really sure where should he head to. Perhaps it would be wiser to stay in one place and wait for someone he knows to find him? Maybe. But at the same time, he can't simply sit idly, not when there are so many different, new things to see. He's so absorbed in looking at the shop windows full of decorations that he doesn't realize that the apple has gotten heavier and...bigger. Much bigger. Namely, beach ball size bigger.
It seems that his newly acquired magic ability starts acting up. Thankfully, the people passing by seem to be thinking that the enormous apple is just another decoration. A few minutes later, the apple becomes so tiny that he needs to be really careful not to drop it on accident. ]

What did I do...?

[ The next moment it's not the apple that changes size, but Laphicet himself. He becomes a bit larger (which, in his eyes, isn't all that bad) in a matter of few seconds. Maybe finally people won't think of him as a kid and take him seriously. ]

( G )

[ Sneaking inside the apartment complex wasn't really too difficult, but for some reason, Laphicet can't get rid of the feeling that's not the place he's allowed to be, especially when he notices lists of names next to every door. When he notices the elevator and realizes how many floors are there, he forgets about that feeling and comes in, pressing the button with the highest number on it. Then, he notices that the seventh-floor button has a different color. If there's someone in the elevator, he may just ask: ]

What can you find there?

[ He needs to check it out later, too. ]

( Wildcard )

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[ With avoiding the icy sidewalks being an impossible task, Laphicet figured out that it might be a better idea to try to slide carefully across the streets. He's been doing pretty well, but only because there weren't many people around to begin with. A few minutes after arriving on a much busier street, someone bumps into him. ]

Oh...?!

[ Thankfully, the impact isn't enough to make him lose his balance but it was close. ]

Are you okay?

[ There's no way that Orga isn't real, Mika has no doubts about it. He's known that even before the other started towards him, and Mika looks up at him with the corners of his mouth quirking up, the morning light glancing off the piercing gaze, softening for a moment. It's good to see you. I missed you. There is no need for words like that. The strength of his grip on Mika's shoulder, the look in his face is enough — that's the way it's always been. ]

I've been waiting a month.

[ Mika raises his good hand, clasping around the others wrist in a loose grip — grounding them both, somehow, to this place.

He tilts his head slightly, moving his focus over every little part of the other's face that he can see; it's not to commit his face to memory — Mika had done that already a long time ago. The freckled petals of the lilies swing with the motion, the breeze picking up. ]

You took your time getting here.

[ Astolfo gives another muttered groan of pain and discomfort before he manages to look up and see who his landing pad turned out to be. He blinks slowly at Yuri for a moment, then simply grins. Has Yuri caught a guy or a girl? It's not really clear. ]

Sorry! It was the ice. But thankfully you were there to catch me so I think it's worked out, hasn't it?

B: ON TOP OF THE WORLD

[Sometimes, it's good to get away from it all, to be away from everyone else. It was a familiar feeling to Sanson, a member - and one of the heads - of an ostracized family in France. It's not an entirely unwelcome feeling, though, after everything that he had gone through today.

He's just standing there quietly, a five-foot-ten-inch tall figure shrouded in a long coat, hands behind his back as he surveys the surroundings. When you arrive, he seems to not notice at first until his soft voice breaks the silence.]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

[Despite the fact that it was an entirely new, unfamiliar place.]

D: IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE

[While walking through Shehui you might detect a sudden rise in the temperature. There's snow and ice, but for some reason, this particular patch of air seems hot, as though it were summer. A path has been melted through the snow, enough for the ground beneath to be visible.

Follow this path and it will take you straight to a confused and uncomfortable Sanson bearing the stare of several pairs of eyes on him, standing in a wide patch of ground full of puddles where the snow and ice used to be. There are whispers, there are pointed fingers, and while all of this shouldn't be new to him, he's in a world that doesn't even know his true name and reputation.

They're stepping away from the circle as though it were cursed, fanning themselves and loosening scarves and coats.]

I really don't know how it happened -

[His voice dies in his throat when a nearby leafless bush suddenly crackles and catches fire. He gasps. There was no source of fire around, how could it have spontaneously burst into flame?

(The answer: his power is temperature manipulation.)]

E: THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO...

[Oh.

After blinking away the flashes of light before his eyes, Sanson just takes one look at the screen, at whatever is in his hand, and the snacks, before thrusting the mic toward whoever is stuck with him in this booth.]

Do you have any idea how we got here in the first place?

WILDCARD

[Hit me baby one more time.]

Edited 2017-12-24 16:38 (UTC)

[ jude doesn't notice who barreled into him right away, groaning in pain and rubbing his lower back with a wince. but when he looks over to apologize— he was in the way, after all— his eyes snap wide open. ]

Elize?!

[ it can't be... it can't be really her, right? but there's no mistaking those big, green eyes. and is that— yep, it is. there's no mistaking teepo, either. ]

Elize!

[ jude's entire face lights up, and he reaches his arms out to steady her before his expression changes into something more concerned. ]

Are you okay? Does anything hurt?

[ Sanson would probably feel the man behind him from his subtle magical pressure than hear him first - a soft, lambent beacon of mana, similar to that of Gaia but not quite. Yet he approaches as if Sanson was just another human, settling himself a polite distance away. ]

It is.

[ Julius closes his eyes, taking a deep breath of the crisp air. This is new. ]

[ There's that feeling again. Thoughts appearing in her head that are not her own. Her immediate reaction is to turn sharply and look behind her, but everyone is going about their business. It's not a voice she recognizes and she doesn't much care for the use of that particular ability without her permission. Most people seem to be occupied with their partners. Except that guy on the bench. She approaches, hands in her pockets, peering down at him from behind the scarf wrapped around her. ]

Was that you broadcasting that message just now?

[ Although Sophie had been often visiting the arcade these days, she hardly paid mind to the shooting game. She was mostly absorbed in the dancing rhythm game that 9S introduced her to, some time when they first arrived in Shehui.

Nearby, she's waiting for her turn to play on the machine. It might be awhile until she gets to go up and play. Laphicet's question grabs her attention and she turns to him, assuming that he was speaking to her.

For a moment, she doesn't answer. On the second player side, she carefully picks up the gun, holding it in a similar manner as the boy. ]

...

I don't know.

[ Wow, very helpful.

But she takes a glance to the side, spotting other arcade goers at a similar machine. ]

I think we're supposed to point and pull the trigger at the screen.

[I've been waiting a month.

The expression freezes on his face as the realization hits him like a wave of cold water, bringing with it first shock and confusion that causes the smile to slowly drop off of his face. Instead his brow knits, the line of his mouth falling into a frown as he rapidly processed the information.] I — [it was difficult, it was like his mind was purposefully wiped blank for the moment,] I just saw you, a few hours ago, back on the ship. We... we were talking about Takaki, about...

[The words trail away as he becomes aware of Mika's hand around his wrist, loose and almost casual, and the usual clear keenness of his eyes. He closes his mouth, teeth grinding for a moment as he realized that the words had almost seemed like dissent—something almost blasphemous when he knew Mika would never lie to him.

One month... How?

Orga's grip on Mika's shoulder has softened by this point as well, just something to keep them linked together, that they not be for some reason drifted apart once more.]

I'm sorry, Mika.

[Even if it wasn't within his control. He didn't care. His life was one of dozens of overlapping promises, and all of them had with them the implied oath that he would always be there for him. That they would never be separate or separated, because they were a family forged of iron—something stronger than blood.

He sighs, shaking his head. He'd had enough time with regret and remorse to know that the feelings were natural, that they were even indicative of a good leader, but it was also the mark of a good leader to not dwell upon them. To make an example and lead the way, to allow others to move beyond it all as well.] Well, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere.

[There was nothing along the lines of magic in their own universe, so the eventual coming to terms and then to grips with what they had been bestowed would be something gradual and clumsy (not to mention overwhelming), like a blind man suddenly finding himself being forced to acclimate to the sight of the world around him.

For now, that sense is still profoundly dim for him; there's no sense of communication until he finds someone addressing him — right now, in person.

He sits up sharply, setting the short blond woman in a gaze that was equal parts confused and discerning.]

Uh, [mumbled very intelligently, of course,] No? I haven't been broadcasting anything.

[What, does he look like he's plugged into a comms unit to her?]

Huh? But that voice I just heard sounded just like you. The one saying "what the hell is going on?" Did you hear it too?

[ Now she's confused. Maybe she's just remembering it wrong. She's still getting used to this too. It could be somebody else making vague mass voice messages. But what's the point of that? It's a little too personal to bother people directly in their heads like that without anything really useful to say. ]

What’s so fun about that?

[ Skeptical about the whole idea, Laphicet points the gun at the screen…and that’s when the real game starts. Unaware about the whole credit system and how the machine in this arcade even work, he jumps up when a zombie appears on the screen. This closeup shot of an undead monster is gross more than anything. ]

Eeek! [ That was the most grown-up eeek sound you’ll ever hear, of course. He pulls the trigger but his aim leaves much to be desired. At this rate, he’ll run out of ammo sooner rather than later. ] It’s coming for me...!

[As she speaks, his expression descends more and more into complete bafflement, though the fact that she could perfectly quote what he had just thought a moment ago seemed to give him a little bit of a shock.] Well, yeah. [He leans forward a bit, eyes wary.] Because I just thought it. You're telling me you were able to hear that?

[He can't even act like this is the strangest thing that's happened to him since he'd come to. He's stranded in a place where he doesn't understand full of people who don't seem to behave in a way he could anticipate when he should be on the path back to Mars right about now. Not to mention the weird jewelry he'd been retrofitted with (at least the other hardware he'd had injected into his body he'd agreed to) and a nagging feeling that there was something else he was missing...]

Listen. [His hands splay across his knees as he leans forward a bit, tone serious.] I've had nothing but unanswered questions for the last hour, so if you've got some, I want to hear them.

[ Honestly, she doesn't know the answer to that either. She'd rather return to her rhythm game, if she could. But when he yelps at the sight of the monster, she has her full attention to the screen. Oh no, he's in trouble...! ]

I'll protect you!

[ Said with so much seriousness, as though they were in real danger. She pulls the trigger a few times and some of her first shots fail to land. She was better built for close range combat... yet, she's so intent on taking the zombie down.

Her next several shots are more better aimed and she manages to clear the zombie off from the screen. ]

[ So it was after all. That answers that question. Must have been a mistake. She could leave now, but he seems to still want to talk. Having no reason not to, she sits down next to him. Somebody had been there to help her when she was new. Though it's not something she'll do for just anyone. She can see this getting old real quick. She touches where her signet would be to demonstrate. ]

These things allow us to communicate with our thoughts.

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Astolfo ♦ Fate/Apocrypha

Elize Lutus | Tales of Xillia

Syenite | The Broken Earth

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