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Test Drive: September 2019

Test Drive: September 2019—

§ instructions.

Welcome to the Test Drive for Forgotten Tales! This is to help interested players test out their characters in the game's setting and see if the essence they have chosen will actually work in game play. There are a number of prompts that try to touch on the kinds of settings and scenarios the characters may encounter. So here are a few things to keep in mind while on the test drive:

Feel free to use the current Workshop for help if you need it! Both the Workshop and the Test Drive are required for Registration.
Participating on the Test Drive does not guarantee a spot on either Claims or Registration.
Check the Character Roster and Essence List to see if your choices are not already taken.
Include Character Name and Canon in the subject line, and note somewhere within the toplevel your character's essence. It can be in the subject line if you already know what it is (so ex; Character | Canon | Essence). Side note: You are free to try more than one essence if you're on the fence. Just make sure to note which one you're using for that particular prompt.
Players are free to assume their characters have been informed of the very basics so you can skip all that if you'd like.
Only the "In the Index" prompts of the Test Drive can be carried over in its entirety, but you can alter the story based ones as "stage play" settings within the Index if you wish to carry over that interaction as well.
Don't forget to refer to the Game Info for how the mechanics work.
Registration will open October 1. Claims will open September 24.

Most of all, have fun! Feel free to invite those you may think would be interested to participate in the test drive.

§ prompts.

¶ I. In the Index. When not out adventuring or playing character roles in stories, the Aspects will have some downtime within the Index, the central hub of the Realm of Stories. Here they can explore the city, read up on other stories, socialize with fellow would-be heroes, learn more about the essence, or even just do nothing at all. Any threads and CR made with "Index" prompts can be carried over into the game.

A. Out in the City. Life in the Index can range from the mundane to the extraordinary depending on which area one travels to. Because it is a hodgepodge of many different stories from numerous cultures, one can never be sure what they may encounter even on an average run for groceries.
1. Phantom Troll Booth. It's common knowledge that trolls enjoy their bridges and asking for unwary travelers (or in this case, average pedestrians) to pay some kind "toll" to pass over. Of course that's less of a necessity within the city itself, but there are some who like to prank people and others find bridges outside to continue their somewhat lucrative "business." There is one troll in particular, however, who has taken their "occupation" a bit far. Instead of paying to use a bridge, he offers a magical blue phone booth to instantly send a person to their desired destination. All for the "modest" fee of ten gold coins. However, instead of sending them to that location, everyone winds up in a random farmer's pig sty. Yeugh! Will a character be a victim or chase after this devious troll?
2. Do You Know the Mutton Man? After a day or so, everyone will have heard of "Jerry the Mutton Man" and that reputation is not favorable. For whatever reason, this young hooligan is pitching out freshly made mutton and chucking it at random people on the streets while shouting, "MUTTON, FRESH MUTTON!!" before laughing and running away. It gets worse when other brats decide to join in the "Mutton" campaign. Someone better take care of this before some of the more "carnivorous" residents of the Index decide to take matters into their own hands (or paws). After all, what a waste of good mutton!
3. Katamari Dagoosey. Old MacDonald’s golden goose has gotten loose, and while the bird is gorgeous to look, it IS a goose. And when golden geese are stressed out, they make EVERYTHING they bowl over stick to them. By the time it reaches the Index, the goose is surrounded by a story-tall conglomerate of unfortunate people, scenery, and even the odd cow. The only solution is to roll the ball through the town back to old MacDonald’s farm, where the land has an anti-sticking spell. Rolling and steering a ball THIS big, though, might be a two-person job.
B. Essence Practice. Suddenly inheriting the abilities of another person while losing most of your own at the same time can be quite jarring. Picking a place to test out these newfound powers or even going to the Library to read up on the essence's story may help glean some clues as to what they can do.
C. Try Out the Journal. The journals are unique to this world and the sole source of communication for everyone. Feel free to give it a try, either by sending a random message out or even a doodle.

¶ II. London Bridge is Falling Down. A classic nursery rhyme with rather dark roots, the Aspects will find themselves facing the bridge in a strange, chaotic state of constantly breaking apart and crumbling. Only the ends appear to remain stable, but that could change at any second.
There are no real roles here, so they are tasked with eliminating the Erasers trying to tear the bridge—and thus the rhyme itself—and stabilize the environment. Just mind the weather. For a lot of the time it will be raining, but there will be occasional patches of sun.

A. Falling Down, Falling Down. There are numerous reasons for the bridge breaking apart, from the Erasers physically attacking it to the ground itself shaking from constant earthquakes to the pitch black water rising up to slam into the brittle stones. But what's even more pressing is the fact that there are people trying to cross through. Apparently the bridge is actually a functioning one and it's the only way the people who live within this rhyme can leave. While the knights of the Index are valiantly trying their best, many of these people need help trying to cross over and fending off the attacking Erasers.
B. Build It Up with Iron Bars, Gold, and Silver. Although stone and wood is available, the key materials they need to use in rebuilding the bridge are iron, gold, and silver. There are plenty of iron bars scattered around to grab and try to fit into place, but the gold and silver have to be found underwater. As to how these all fit, there are workers on the scene who will do that for them, but for the most part they look like puzzle pieces with the bridge's original "outline" just barely visible. Find the place and stick it in.
C. My Fair Lady. In the middle of it all, there are sightings of an eerie, ghostly woman dressed in white that appears at random spots of the bridge. From the distance she looks harmless and some believe her to a kind of faerie queen... But in reality, the "lady" is a fearsome wight and will attack all who come near. Those who use their abilities from their Essences will be able to do more damage than just plain weapons.

¶ III. Scene Snippets. The following prompts are various scenes styled similarly to those designed for the campaigns. Two characters are randomly assigned a role and must "act out" the scene. It can be assumed they are given the basics, but they are free to act however they wish. There is no real script or set direction, and they will have full access to their Essence abilities. Roles are not gender limited, so go wild. You are also free to create your own scenes or play within the general setting of the provided stories, even if they are not specified. Everything here is just a "guideline" and characters can act and behave however they would if dumped into the setting.

A. Anansi Wins the World's Stories. The Aspects are dropped in the middle of a thick rainforest to help recreate one of the Storyteller's favorites: how Anansi the Spider—trickster hero of the Ashanti people—won the world's stories from the sky god Nyame. In order to do so, they have to recreate a few of the spiders' impossible tasks: one Aspect will play Anansi, while their partner will either double team with them to make the task a bit less impossible, or play as Anansi's hapless opponent.
1. Rope a Dope. Anansi's first task is capturing the gigantic but vain Onini the Python. Anansi and Onini need to argue over whether the snake is shorter or longer than a fallen palm tree before Onini allows himself to be measured, giving Anansi an opportunity to tie him to the branch "to keep him straight." Hopefully the web shooters in Anansi's costume won't gum up... or accidentally tie up the wrong target...
2. Cat's in the Cradle. Here the Aspects will team up as the spider god in order to catch Osebo the Leopard, who thanks to the Story Eater's doing has been transformed into a VERY large, VERY feral Blot monster. The tricksters will have to work fast to build a pit trap lined with spider silk netting for the beast… and someone MIGHT need to serve as bait… Once Osebo falls into the pit, however, all the Aspects need to do is volley insults at it in order to make it thrash and tangle itself even more. That webbing should hold just fine, right?
3. Hey! Listen! Anansi's last opponent is very different from the rest. While Onini and Osebo rely on their physical might, Mmoatia the Fairy is small but armed with a hair trigger temper and the power to turn invisible. BUT instead of a weakness for yam paste and good manners, this Blot of Mmoatia is attracted to lost travelers, doing her best to "guide" them back to her lair with her dulcet voice. While one Aspect plays Anansi and tries to guide their partner through the jungle, the other one will play Anansi's "puppet" and do their best to follow Anansi and disobey Mmoatia enough that the fairy will get mad and dive at them. What the fairy DOESN'T know is that the puppet's costume will also include a nice, sticky layer of gum paste, and if all goes right the fairy will tar baby herself to the puppet. Careful, though, she has a pretty good right hook.
B. Create Your Own! No need to limit to what we provide. If there's a particular story, scene, or even setting that you think would be fun, go for it! You can even use the story your character's essence is from. Other options are any of the scenes and settings from our previous campaigns and side stories.

¶ IV. Mix it up. This is the "wildcard" prompt. Feel free to take any of these prompts and make them more of your own, or pull from an entirely different story. As mentioned you're free to use any of our previous stories or other events. Just have fun with it!

Threaded | Flat

(( as can be seen, after thinking on the great suggestions from my workshopping comment, i've landed somewhere Essence-wise! it feels like a good organic mesh, and leaves room for some boat powers, which i love the idea of! plus who knows, maybe he could get a quirk of 5% more patience... ))

I A 2.

[ Most things like this start with Donald Duck simply trying to live his life. He's doing the best that he can with the being-in-this-world situation-- disgruntled over not wanting to be here, mainly, what with having important things to care about back home. But it's a disgruntlement that's been expertly pared down to a fine, resigned simmer.

If there's one thing he knows, it's that wanting doesn't change what's possible in cold hard reality. Does he dislike that? Yes. Can he, following a lifelong formula, do anything about it right now? No. In the meantime, he'll just.

Do something with himself, he guesses.

Try not to worry about the chance of something happening at home and the real him not being there for it. (He's failing. And worrying.) From the sound of things, it won't be long before some creepy magical Eraser problem comes along and he can work some frustration out.

Anyway, he gets muttoned with some regularity. That's the real point of this. Donald Duck luck strikes with an almost uncanny and sentient-unto-itself precision. He takes a lot of issue with the Mutton Man, which takes the form of gamely trying to hurl hunks of meat at the back of Jerry's head while he runs away at first. As things branch out into multiple young perpetrators, he ups his game. He activates... Lecture Mode. He hurls lectures after young people, shaking his fist in the air and everything. ]

Hey, you little-! Where are your parents?! You could get people hurt playing around like that! And you're wasting food!

[ GOT EM, GOOD WORK DONALD.

Sometimes this requires Donald, a 3-4 foot tall duck in a bespoke naval uniform, to hop up onto a nearby piece of furniture or what have you beforehand, but sacrifices have to be made for the greater good!

Are those hooligans laughing at him because they don't respect authority, or simply because they have no idea what he's saying? Great question. Even he doesn't know for sure. ]

II A.

[ Oh, wow. He was vaguely promised things to fight, which he banked on for some stress relief and appropriate anger-channeling avenues, and it's been delivered. Weird vehicle for delivery. But beggars can't be choosers. And Donald would feel bad trying to stay in his lane and not get involved, what with all the innocent people being in danger and him theoretically being here specifically to do this kind of thing.

The more that's hypothetically accomplished, the better his odds of going home soon, right? The less damage these things are allowed to do, the less likely they'll go on to do damage to his home or his family.

Fighting is still like riding a bike. One of those few things he knows he's actually good at. As much fighting as anyone can manage with only their own two fists and a lot of gumption to their name. Like, a lot. He is a flurry of angry quacking noises and punching Erasers. Weapons whomst? He doesn't own them. Probably kind of wishes he did have one, just for the sake of effectiveness. Donald will be broadly trying to watch the backs of his teammates by circumstance while they're all here going at it. Common courtesy.

But he might also be the screechy, feathery blur that just used (or tried to use) someone near him as a personal launchpad, with aims of kicking an Eraser in the general face zone. It's pretty up in the air. He's having a time. ]

II B.

[ Maybe having a power will actually come in handy? This is, for the broad sake of being able to mix it up on the test drive, going on the assumption that it's taking place a bit after he's figured out what his power is and how to access it at the most basic level.

What's Donald managed, you may ask? None other than... a dingy-looking rowboat. Look, it's a start. It's more magically-summoned boat than he could scrounge up back home.

Some of these pieces need to be found underwater, after all. It's good to be able to move around a little more freely, and to contribute to this part of the effort. He's a good swimmer. Kind of part of his whole deal. He's not quite "dive on down to the bottom of a raging river and retrieve gold and silver bars safely" level. So he's assuming people are going to have powers more aimed towards that, or something. ]

Does anyone need a ride out? Remember, I'm not gonna turn around halfway just because someone changed their mind.

[ It's also nice just to help ferry anyone willing to take their chances on a little rowboat to the other side, weather and circumstances willing. In theory. He sounds a lot more "let's get this over with ASAP" than "gung-ho helpful hero" in the execution. Another day, another shenanigan and all that. ]

I-A-2

[Magica's encountered the mutton nonsense three times today, and she's about to lose her marbles. If she hears the word mutton one more time, she will pull out all her hair.

As she grumbles along her walk, one of the local children begins heading her way. Now, this may or may not be one of the Mutton-minions. Magica doesn't know, but she's not taking that risk, as the mere sight of them has now made her suspicious - so she decides to kick in her new powers (bless you, circe) and transform into a lion.

And roar. Very loudly. Into that child's face. Hope this fairy-tale land has a therapist somewhere.

Satisfied, she poofs back into her normal form with a sigh.]

Oh, I feel SO much better now. Maybe I could actually go for some mutton, that worked up an appetite.

[As punishment right now, she still has the lion's tail, though she appears oblivious to this.]

||-B-1

[Helping people out? Not really her style. She needs to cross that bridge, though, and decides using her essence is the best way to do it. She misses her flying broom, but this will have to do. She takes a running start, then jumps, expecting to poof into a bird -

...except it doesn't *quite* work out how she thought it would. Only her arms poof into black raven wings, and she lands with an undignified THUD on the ground.]

... Ow. Urgh... I guess this is how Ratface felt when he was a baby... Okay, let's try that again!

[If not stopped (or mocked) she will keep trying and failing.]

|||-A-2

I'm working as fast as I can! I've never had to make traps without magic before!

[HARD WORK SUCKS. But she's doing her best, working the netting with her fingers while keeping an eye out for the blot. How much time do they have? She doesn't want to admit she's nervous.]

I don't know how people do this... it's so much work! As long as it holds you, we shouldn't need too much more, right?

[That's right, she's up and making you bait. You want to be bait, don't you?]

I-A-1 (with a bit of 2)
[Okay, being thrown into some kinda fairytale isekai was not something Kokichi expected to happen to him. At all. That in itself wasn't so bad considering the dire situation he was in before this, but why the heck did his "essence" have to give him actual donkey ears? It felt ridiculous! But if he has magic powers, maybe he could magic them to normal human ears-

Except the exact opposite happens. Instead of going full human, he went full donkey.

Is this some kind of joke? He doesn't find the multiverse making an ass of him funny.

At least there's a silver lining. By now he's noticed that troll scamming people with a magic phone booth... Perhaps he can take advantage of his new form for something similar?

Soon enough, he's managed to strap himself into a single-horse cart stolen from some poor farmer and is now parading around with it, close to where that troll happens to be.]

DONKEY RIDES! [Kokichi announces, thankful he at least got to keep his voice,] CHEAP RIDES FROM THE MAGICAL PATHFINDING DONKEY! ONLY FIVE GOLD COINS!

[No, he does not have pathfinding as a power. Yes, he is planning to drive whoever falls for this all over town.

By the time he gets tired of that (or when he gets chased off the troll's stomping grounds, whichever comes first) he ends up joining the Mutton Man's cause. You thought kids throwing mutton at you was bad? Try kids throwing mutton at you from a cart being pulled by a speeding jackass!]

II B
[So it turns out Kokichi's able to regain human form after spending about an hour or so as a donkey. The ears don't go away, but he's able to hide them under a newsboy hat fairly easily.

Plus, he does get boosts to his strength and endurance in human form, which is pretty nifty when you have to haul a bunch of heavy metal to a broken down bridge in the rain. Not that he particularly likes this job, but given the choice between building the bridge and fighting off the hordes of Erasers with nothing but your fists and/or hooves, he'll take the construction job.

Now here's the problem. The gold and silver parts are underwater. He does not think he will be able to dive in and pull it out himself.

So when he needs to bring the workers gold or silver, he begins to pout.]

Oh man, I really wish I could! But my evil stepmother cursed me to drown if I ever go too deep into any body of water!

[Yeah, he's lying his way out of it.] It's TERRIBLE! I can't even go to the pool without worrying about DYING! Maybe you can get someone else to go get the gold instead?

III A 3
[Now, this is more like it! He quickly assumes the role of Anansi, leaving the poor schmuck paired up with him as his puppet.

He's already grinning a mile wide as he sets his sights on his target.]

Alright pal, you do exactly what I say and we'll have that fairy stuck to you in no time!

WILDCARD
[Here's the workshop comment if you need it. Feel free to hit me up at

nyanka for contact or plotting!]

[I. A-2]

[He hears it before it happens - and even if he didn't, his reflexes were still fair. Dodging aside, he blinks when a chunk of mutton flies past him, his eyes darting back to the individual that almost struck him.]

[... It's a child? Why would they do that?]

[He doesn't even get the chance to ask before they take off at a sprint, cackling. But now that he's been made aware, it seems like he's not the only victim of almost mutton-clobbery.]

[Doesn't look like there's only one kid throwing meat either. That's unfortunate, and a waste of food. He might as well do something about it; those fools didn't know what trouble they could get in otherwise.]

[I. A-3]

[He's again questioning why he agreed to help this 'Story Teller' when he sees the giant ball. There's people, there are buildings, one odd cow, and aggravating honking coming from the center of it all albeit muffled. He takes a moment to stand and watch it, taking note in the fact it wasn't really rolling anywhere now.]

[It did, at some point, move, but cautiously approaching, there seemed to be someone holding it - no, attempting to push it. They had it stopped at least, but what would they do with it at this point? Did it belong somewhere? Maybe whoever was attempting to move it or just hold it in place would feel him staring.]

[II. A]

[It's the only bridge he could see. While puzzling, if it's the only 'safe' passage across the river infested with Eraser, he could understand the issue. However, he doesn't really escort people - only tell them to hurry while he does what he knows best: fight.]

[It doesn't even matter if the Erasers were in the water; the moment he caught sight of one, he was after it. If someone required two people to help them across the bridge, it might be a good idea to stop him before he dove back in for the next monster.]

[II. B]

[It didn't seem like everyone was jumping at the chance to dive into the river and gather the needed materials to repair the bridge. Considering though they'd just driven off Erasers mere moment's ago could reasonably explain that however; and if they were to come back, fighting while carrying iron, silver, or gold wouldn't be for the inexperienced.]

[If someone else wanted to parse out puzzling the bridge back together, he didn't mind going into the water and gathering what they needed. Saved him the trouble of having to stop. If any specific metal was needed, they would have to tell him; otherwise, he was bringing back the first one he saw and leaving it on the shore.]

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[OOC: When tagging, put in the subject line which essence in order to test that one. It's likely powers won't actually be used, but if at some point he mentions, then I can answer.]

((OOC: Like I said on the Workshop, Scrooge will be pulled post-"Last Crash of the Sunchaser" so he's gonna be pretty upset...mostly at himself. He also has powers from Odin and one eye is closed as if constantly winking at everyone. I'm still trying to figure out if the eye is just changed to look like a raven's eye or outright gone.))

I - B

[It's difficult to navigate when you view the world with only one eye. You have no depth perception whatsoever. Everything is a flat image.]

[Still, he's learning to adapt, a massive raven sitting perched on his shoulder that gazes steadily out at the world. It's a bit of a different perspective, but at least he's able to see things with a bit of actual perspective.]

[He raises his hand to scratch the raven's chest. Well, at least animals are always reliable, right?]

[He turns slightly as another raven caws.]

Who's there?

I - C

[Scrooge is intrigued by the journal, but there's so much to say to people who likely aren't here. (Why would they be?)]

[Finally, he writes in very careful block print:]

Is there some way to tell if someone is here or not?

[This is stupid. Nobody's going to answer. And even if they do, guaranteed he'll find nothing in the end.]

II - C

[He's glad he's practicing with his new powers. Otherwise facing down the wight would be even more of a fool's errand than it already is.]

[Huginn and Muninn are flying overhead to try and spot her, Scrooge sitting on a still-present part of the bridge so he didn't end up getting dizzy and lost.]

Good news: Muninn just found her.

[He gets up from his seat and begins walking, holding out his arm for Huginn to land on it. His steps even out a bit with that extra set of eyes.]

IV

((OOC: Open to pretty much anything if you've got an idea for a thread!))

Edited 2019-09-13 00:13 (UTC)

I-B

[On an average day, you're likely to find Isa at a medicine shop, apothecary, or even just the grocery store, selecting ingredients to make into his elixirs.

What ingredients to pick seemed to mostly just be an intuition thing for Isa, but there was an element of experimentation, since not every elixir came out the way he wanted.

Today he's found staring intently at a shelf of ingredients.]

Which of these do you think would be better suited for a sweet mochi?

[Okay, so he's not always out shopping for ingredients for elixirs]

Wildcard

[Have another idea]

[ooc: Workshop comment over here]

I A: Katamari!

[Percy.....well. Maybe previously he might have been able to just summon a storm or a wind at least strong enough to push this huge ball of....er...people and animals and buildings and who knows what else, back where it all belongs. But he doesn't quite have that ability. Or at least he has not yet practiced enough to regain that sort of power.

So he sticks to initially just kind of staring for a moment because this sure is a sight. Even if he has been faced with monsters and all sorts back home.

It's only after he has been staring for a bit that he approaches more and attempts to help push it back to the farm.]

Come on, move....!

I B: Essence Practice:

Okay.....this is like back home at Camp. Learning to use my demi-god powers....I got this.

[And well. While said powers might be similar to his back home, that doesn't mean Percy doesn't need the practice. It might come easier to him than if he had powers relating to say, fire or something as opposed to his usual water affinity, but even so.

That doesn't stop his attempts to control some of the water outside to end up drenching him. His hair drips and his clothes darken from the water splashing down at his shoulders and his front.]

I C: Journal:

[So, Percy isn't necessarily used to this sort of thing. Writing or whatever, it reminds him of school. Still, he does open the thing and doodle reminders of home at least.

Namely, the Trident of Poseidon and writing SPQR. Both Camps, Half Blood with the Greeks and the Roman Camp, Jupiter, were home. As much as anywhere without his mother present could be home. Or as much as anywhere in Camp Jupiter's case without Annabeth could be. He's still figuring this place out, and he might not even necessarily intend for everyone to see his drawing, his nostalgia.]

It sure isn't Annabeth's laptop. But at least we have something to talk to each other. This doesn't seem way tech that it will lead the monsters to help them track us....

[He says aloud, to himself.]

II: London Bridge

B:

Any particular metals we are looking for or just whatever we can find to help figure fixing it for now?

[Because yes, Percy is in his element. Literally, when it comes to the water. So he is quite happy to help in going diving (no he does not need any gear) to go get some supplies if necessary. He doesn't even bother to undress some or change into a swimsuit, jumping into the water in his jeans, sneakers and orange t-shirt.]

Wildcard:

[Any other ideas? Feel free!]

Edited 2019-09-13 07:52 (UTC)

[I. A-2 - Yes I Knew the Mutton Man (Medusa)]

["MUTTON, FRESH MUTTON!"]

[That sudden yell both intrigues and surprises Rosalia, who turns her head to ask about mutton (because she could probably make dinner), only to see the individual yelling wind up to throw the hunk of meat at her.]

[Now startled, she ducks while her serpents writhe. When she doesn't feel herself get slugged by meat, she peeks between her fingers... and gasps. The boy that was about to hit her was frozen, gray, and looked like a statue. Blinking, she could've sworn they were a real boy a moment ago. Was it just a prank?]

[Slithering closer, she looks around the statue, a finger on her chin, curious and confused.]

Ah...? Why would someone make a statue like this?

[Several of her snakes roll their eyes while others chuckle. Maybe... someone wants to explain?]

[I. B]

[She agreed to help, but Rosalia has so much knowledge about fairytales that she doesn't know where to begin knowing what her powers could possibly be. It's why she heads to the Library to locate her Essence's tale, but gosh, it's huuuge. And she could read all of them?? If she wants?]

Ooooh... I never knew there were so many. Uh, are these organized by name or author?

[She might need help.]

[II. B]

[She wants to help - she really, really does - but she's also small and has thin arms and has only ever picked up a small potted plant before coming here. Even if she could see the puzzle, knew where to put the pieces people were bringing up, she could only move the smaller bars and barely budge the bigger ones.]

[The pale-haired girl could be found trying to move one of said pieces now, huffing and trying to drag and/or push a piece towards the bridge. If she can get it near the place it fit, someone would put it there, right??]

[III. A-3]

[She's given the part of Anansi's puppet.]

[Yes, she's very lost in this jungle, but she's also in a jungle. She's never been to a jungle; and though she's following mostly after Anansi, she's also wandering off in other directions while staying close enough by to not get left behind.]

Wow, look at that!

[And off she heads again, seeing a bright flower she just has to know what it is.]

(OOC: Please mention the Essence in the subject line when picking a prompt. It's not applicable to the first one because I thought it would be funny and because Anansi has her assigned another role.)

I.A3

[Rosabella had heard about the Old MacDonald's goose getting loose, and wanted to help. She was mostly worried about the poor thing being so frightened, and she knew getting it back home would help.

The only problem was...getting it back home.

She could definitely use some help rolling the mass of things stuck together, because it wasn't looking like she was getting very far by herself.]

I. B

[The White Cat wasn't a story she was too familiar with, and she had to wonder if there was someone at Ever After High who came from that story. It was interesting, though, and after reading through it, she decided to see what she could.

At some point, anyone passing through the Index might be suddenly greeted by a pair of floating hands, reaching out around whoever they came across as if searching for something.]

II. A

[With the number of people still trying to cross the bridge, Rosabella is glad that she'd taken time to practice with her Essence. She's also glad that nobody seems to mind disembodied hands floating around to assist them across the bridge.

The hands also help somewhat keep the Erasers back...but not completely, so she could use a little help with that.]

IV

[While out in the Index, one might come across a rather dazzling white cat as it lounges on a stone wall, its body stretched out as it took in the warmth of the sun. Other than its lovely snow white fur, long and soft, there didn't seem to be anything too out of the ordinary with this cat.

Except for perhaps the silver bracelet that it wore around one paw.]

Edited 2019-09-14 01:40 (UTC)

I. A 1 Phantom Troll Booth.

"...Uh."

Shit. Why'd it have to be a troll? Junpei had read his story, but, c'mon! He'd seen way scarier things! He literally faced the end of the world!! Why was did he feel like he was totally frozen in place and petrified? H-he felt like he couldn't say no, but, he--

D-did he even have 10 gold coins...?

"I-I..."

Someone please save him before the Troll decides to shove this nerd in a locker.

II A Falling Down, Falling Down.

"This is bringing back some bad memories--"

Why did bridges always have to have traumatic events happening on them? Even so, having grabbed a spare sword from someone in the Index, Junpei was diving head first into the fight.

His stance was all wrong, swinging it like a baseball bat, but the effect was all the same-- smashing an Eraser's face in with a resounding THUD.

"Alright, score one for the good guys!" This was something he didn't think he'd be doing again; fighting horrors in the darkness, saving innocent people--

Honestly, as awful as it was to think, he kinda missed it.

...Maybe someone should warn him about that Eraser coming up behind him though. Just a thought.

I B. If you come Down to the Woods Today...

So, okay. He was a Prince, that was pretty cool. Who didn't wanna be a charming prince all those Shoujo manga went on about?

But what could his powers be? The big thing, of course, was that the Prince was stuck in a form of a polar bear during the day.

...So maybe he could turn into a bear?

It made sense, though, Junpei had no idea how to actually do the transforming. Standing outside the Library, he closed his eyes and focused... bear... bear, think like a bear--

Suddenly, Junpei's center of gravity changed-- as did his height, and weight, and everything.

Where once had been a tall, lanky japanese teen was now an adorable, almost-too-cute to be real... polar bear cub.

"...W-what the...?" Junpei opened his eyes, glancing down at his now paws... and his form, and how his voice was kinda higher pitched--

"W-what the hell is this?! Why am I so small??"

And now you had an angry, stomping polar bear cub, which is also pretty adorable. Maybe come soothe his ego? (Or just pet his fur?)

I. B

[At some point during the day, one might notice a large shadow passing overhead, and if they look they might see something flying gracefully through the sky. A crane, maybe? It elegantly weaves through through the air, sometimes flying so fast contrails stream from the tips of its wings.

If one tries to follow the crane, it seems to take its time in trying to find a place to land, looking for somewhere a bit further off and remote. When it finally does descend, the crane drops down into an area thick with shrubbery, hidden by dark foliage.

It's quiet for a moment then, until suddenly there's a rustle of the brush. Some of the shrubbery is then pushed aside as a young man steps out, brushing off his clothes and adjusting his rice hat.]

II. C

[The sudden appearance of the wight startles the young man, as does when it rushes forward to attack him. But he quickly jumps back, kicking up some of the larger chunks of debris from the wreckage at the wight in an effort to slow it down.

And while it does work a bit, he could probably use some help fighting the creature.]

III. A2

[It didn't take too long for to get the trap set, and the young man brushed his hands off after setting the last bit of foliage to cover the pit trap.

Silent for a moment, he then turns to his partner.]

So...who should go get Osebo?

IV

[Out in an open area of the Index, safely away from most people, one might find a young man practicing what seems to be martial arts forms. His arms sweep around him gracefully as he fights an invisible opponent, and the way he moves is light, almost like he's on air.

Every so often he stills for a moment, looking down at his hands or his feet with a slight frown. He stretches his body, almost experimentally, and occasionally seems to lose his balance. He catches himself, however, straightening up and adjusting his rice hat. Then, taking his stance, he begins to practice once more.]

Edited 2019-09-17 16:34 (UTC)

II--Iron, Silver, and Gold

[Look, let's just all ignore the fact that Lea is currently dressed like Anna but with pants and focus on something else.

Namely:]

These guys do know that gold is a soft metal, right? It's not gonna work. Just stick with the iron, that won't bend or break or melt. Or the stone! Or, I dunno, get some freaking cement over over or something not gold.

[Yeah, someone's gonna have to make him get in the water.]

III--Insults

[Oh, this'll be fun. Sure he's no Isa (never forget "lame, loser, laughable") but Lea's not bad at insults.

Of course, someone needs to be the bait. Someone brightly colored, loud, and otherwise looks pretty easy to kill.

Lea is just looking at this pit trap, utterly unamused.]

Seriously? I help save the world and this is the thanks I get? I get to be bait for an inky cat? Really feelin' the love, guys.

Journals

[Yeah, it's just doodles. Doodles of him + his bffs on the clocktower, doodles of him standing over who is probably Riku in a victory pose with this chakrams, doodles of ice cream, and a few doodles of random animal-amalgamations because he's bored and sometimes you just wanna draw a turtleduck. All of them are "signed" but unless you're used to his scratchy signature you won't realize it's Lea.]

A: Essence Practice
Huh...

[Dressed in Victorian garb, Varian is definitely not a cat anymore. Which... He supposes is fair enough. But now he's got a new essence and a new set of powers to get used to. He rolls up his sleeves.]

Alright, Victor. Let's see what you can do.

[He's obtained (read: stolen) a pair of scissors. It seems as good start for something to bring to life, which he figures is what he does now based on what he's found out about his essence - thanks to a quick trip to the library, that brought with it some unwelcome nostalgia.

But it's not productive to think about simpler times. The teen looks at the scissors intently, and waves a hand over them. There's a spark from his gloved hand to the item, and the scissors start to twitch. Despite himself, Varian's excited.]

Wow!

B: Journal
[Varian doesn't want to face people who he used to know. Even though he hadn't made any real friends - aside from Ophilia, he supposes.

Ophilia... He's seen many new faces and hasn't seen all those he'd known before - Finn comes to mind, for just one - so it looks like he'll be using the journal after all. He filters the entry away from his old friend... Maybe he's a little ashamed of who he's become, but he's not giving it much real thought.]

Is there a woman named Ophilia here? Blonde and graceful? She wore a kimono, last time.

C: Falling Down, Falling Down
[Varian is more focused on attacking the Erasers than on saving the people. It's way more cathartic.

While he doesn't miss his tail at all, he certainly does miss his "claw" weapons, especially without much around to bring to life as a weapon. But he can fight off the erasers off with light electric shocks, for a start, and it's something.

It probably won't be long until the boy's in over his head, though.]

A. Mutton Man
[While he'd agreed to come here, it was certainly a shock to find himself somewhere so... different from his home. The terror in the streets wasn't exactly making it any easier. So, random person, you're just in time to see this little... creature absolutely BOWLED over by a flying package of mutton. It'd be almost comical if the bundle hadn't been nearly half his size (though when you're a foot and a half tall, that's not a hard bar to cross).

As such, he's definitely dazed and is also most likely going to need help. Catch whoever was responsible? Or help him pick up his things- because that pack he'd been wearing certainly went wild at the strike -and get the meat juice off his clothing. Either way, he was at least one hell of a target....]

B. Essence Practice
[Okay. If there was one thing he could deal with, it's new things.

...No he can't, but he can sure TRY.

One might just find the little fuzzy Fraggle in whatever quiet corner he could get for himself, looking down at a set of golden anklets that're sporting a pair of wings each.]

Okay, they said these should be able to fly, so...

[He concentrates, eyes shutting tight- the wings glow- and he begins lifting off the ground! The jubilant feeling is unfortunately short-lived when they suddenly take off, and if they hadn't been clasped around his ankles they surely would've lost him. As it is Gobo finds himself flung across the way with a guttural yell, straight for the head, midsection, or whatever else of some poor unfortunate soul nearby.

Hope you can catch. Or duck.]

C. Custom - Fish Out of Water
[You know, he'd heard a LOT about the world beyond Fraggle Rock- "Outer Space" to Fraggles -from his uncle, a renowned traveller of the whole universe. But none of his postcards had said anything about this, and between the flying meat (people EAT that??) and troubles getting the hang of his new powers, he's feeling extremely out of place.

Thankfully his home at least seemed to be cave-like and somewhat underground- unknown to him, but thanks to Hermes' whole beginnings -so this is where he's going to hole himself up. All is not lost for conversation, however. Even though he's feeling quite, well, scared, his curiosity is sitting on equal ground and so he's at least remaining near the entrance, if in the shadows of the opened door. He's knowable by two things: one, his tail is trailed out into the light, and there's no missing the brilliantly fuschia poofball on the end of it; and two, he's playing a small melody on a lyre. The guitar had always been his instrument of choice, but this wasn't so different (at least it still had strings...?), especially with Essence knowledge.

So even if you don't see his tail the music may catch your ear, an instrumental piece that's somehow hopeful and pensive all in one, just what he was feeling.]

D. Wildcard
[Anything goes! Or feel free to hit me up at

zumidotexe to plot specifics]

I. In the Index

B. In the Dark of the Night...

[In a darker part of the Library, in the early evening hours, a man with a sinister appearance sits before a lit candelabra; pouring over one book in particular.

Barok has read many books, but none with quite so much intensity as he does this one. The wrinkles created between his eyebrows are deeply inset by his scowling expression.

If you thought you were alone in this quiet space, it may surprise you when a suddenly hear the heavy crashing of the candelabra into the far wall.

...thank god the small light was extinguished in the process or that could have been a disaster. The man currently in such disregard of the danger is still at the table, but his book has been shut quite sharply.]

C. Dear Diary,

So I have been informed that this journal is not for my own personal use as much as it is a method of which to "speak" with the other individuals dwelling within this space.

While I have my doubts about this claim, I am willing to at least test the theory.

II. London Bridge is Falling Down

A. Familiar Skies

[The weather is no deterrent-- if anything it is both what he is accustomed to, and simultaneously convenient. He would prefer to avoid the fair whether, for while he can withstand it, it is not particularly pleasant.

Barok would prefer to assist the authorities with the proper evacuations, however--

Someone needs to get rid of these fiends.

Within the dark, overcast weather you may encounter a large wolf attacking the Erasers. When the current creature is defeated--]

What do you intend to do? Help the people? Or slay the monsters?

Edited 2019-09-25 17:09 (UTC)

IA

[Cori blinks as she stares up at the giant ball of assorted people and objects wrapped around a golden goose.]

Huh, I think I know this story, a bit. Though it seems laughter doesn't work in this case. [She glances at the person next to her.] I think I can mix up some anti-sticking stuff for our hands, if you don't mind helping roll this back home.

IIC

[Cori notices the ghostly lady, and approaches with a hand extended.]

Hey...what's your story? You must be haunting this bridge for a reason, right... [Suddenly, she stiffens, and as the woman lifts her hand to grab Cori's face, elbows her wrist, somehow making her slap herself instead.]

Not up for talking, then? Well, that's fine too! I can take anything you throw at me and throw it right back!

IA1. Troll Booth

[ So there's this blond teen female who has no problem staring down the troll trying to bargain with her for coin. Both arms are crossed over her chest and her expression is one of frustration and exhasperation. ]

In most fairy tales, troll are supposed to ask a riddle of the person attempting to cross the bridge. I'm not paying to go over it when you can just challenge me with a question or multiple ones.

[ Wait, is she asking to be quizzed? It's the Sphinx all over again inside the Labyrinth. Even the troll itself seems uncertain about what to do in the face of this demand. ]

B. Essence Practice

[ It's less practice and more... Annabeth has discovered that her magical bag is capable of producing her any book she could possibly want without ever having to visit the library itself. An ability that she's absolutely using to the fullest.

And by that it means she's walking around town with a book in hand and reading as she goes. So far it doesn't look as if she's having any trouble multitasking except there's a guy with a cart coming about to suddenly step into her path.

Help a girl avoid an accident? ]

IIIA2.

[ Team up... with a spider. Nope. No way. Not happening. Theoí, parakaló. (Gods, please). It may not have been too long ago when Annabeth had to face down every Athena's kid nightmare - Arachne, but she still has a great huge fear when it comes to spiders.

Even people dressed up as spiders. So don't take it wrong when this teen girl is as far away from her partner as she can possibly get. Right now Annabeth will just be grateful that she's not the one dressed up like Anasi. ]

I have some skill in weaving and can design something for you to make out of your web in order to capture the leopard.

[ She might even be willing to play the victim so long as spider partner stays away. ]

Wildcard

[ Anything else! Her workshop can be found here. ]

I-B
If you aren’t good at something, you need to practice it. When you fail, you need to keep practicing. And when that doesn’t work...notes! And more practice. Fuuka had learned that with cooking. If she had learned how to be decent at cooking, surely she could learn how to...control the wind...right?

After finding a quiet place outside, she had spent the last hour trying to bring forth the wind. Waving her hands, calling out (rather nervous might hear her) for its aid, and even attempting a form of meditation. At most, it had tossled her hair and nearly flipped up her skirt. But otherwise...it felt very much like it was not listening to her. More like it was teasing her.

Letting a groan, she fell back onto the grass, staring up at the sky. A breeze swept over her and she sighed, “It doesn’t count if you aren’t going to do what I’m asking…Juno never acted like this…”

Thinking of her persona, a being she had considered like a dear friend, she felt some tears well up. Coming here, she had lost her connection to Juno and all the powers she had given her, in exchange for new powers and items she had no idea how to control. Quickly wiping her eyes, she sat up with a determined look.

“N-no use crying over what can’t be changed…! I’ll just have to go about this differently,” as she stood up, the wind swirled around her, and she laughed a bit. As her laughter trailed off, she glanced around; she was alone here, which is what she had wanted to practice. But when she had learned how to cook...she’d always had someone there. Someone helping her. Encouraging her. Wiping at her face again, she shook her head.

“I...I have to do that for myself now…”

II-C
Fuuka shook, hiding behind a large piece of stone that had fallen from the top of the bridge, wishing more then ever she still had her telepathic abilities to sense where people and creatures were. The woman--no, the ghost--had taken Fuuka by surprise when she ventured further onto the bridge. She had been hoping to get an idea of what the damage was; her hobby of building machines might actually be helpful here. Or so she thought.

Holding up a golden apple that served as a light in the storm, she had been greeted by the viage of a pale, ethereal woman mere feet from her. Before she could say anything, the woman had whipped towards her, revealing a monstrous face and a blood-curdling scream. Fuuka had ran, feeling claws at her back. How she had managed to hide behind this stone at all was a miracle.

With trembling hands, she scrambled to hide the glowing apple in her bag, putting a hand over her mouth to mask her labored breathing. Tears began to form, as she attempted to steel herself; she was no help to anyone if she hid like this. But what if she was caught? She was no help dead either. A strangled sob escaped her, just as the rubble she was hiding behind was shifted as someone--or something--moved over it.

‘I can’t be afraid anymore…!’

She thought, even as tears streamed down her face. As whatever came over the top of her hiding spot, she pushed her trembling hands up, a strong gust of wind coming from them, “G-GO AWAY..!!”

III-A3
“O-oh no...I am so...so lost…” Fuuka called out rather loudly as she pushed through the jungle’s underbrush. She had been given the role of Anansi’s puppet, and she had been very enthusiastic at the onset. But traveling in an itchy costume with sticky paper through a thick jungle waiting to get dive bombed by an angry fairy had tempered her excitement. It was great to be doing something good, but it was not quite what she had expected.

Still, she wouldn’t shirk her role! Even if she wished she could see where the person who was playing Anansi. At least then she wouldn’t feel so alone. A slight giggle from up in the treeline made her heart skip a beat.

“H-hello…?” she called out, searching the canopy.

Edited 2019-09-29 19:32 (UTC)

· · · Workshop link for reference!

B) ESSENCE PRACTICE

Okay, Pooka. *Bark!* Let's try this... one more time.

[ Pooka — a small, grey mutt with unkempt fur — sits at Anastasia's feet, carrying a flask of water in his mouth. In her hands is a wooden doll small enough to fit into her pocket and a piece of bread from earlier. She sets them both down on the nearby bench and reaches down to collect the water from Pooka. ]

Here you go. Take this bread and this water... eat a little, drink a little, and... well, come to life!

[ Pooka watches attentively, but backs away slightly. Shortly after Anastasia's words, the doll comes to life - its eyes glowing and limbs able enough for it to consume the goods presented. ]

H-hi there. Um, sorry for not doing this sooner. I haven't had a whole lot of luck with magic before, so I had my suspicions. But... you aren't a threat, are you.

*Rrrruff! Bark, bark!*

[ The doll suddenly welcomes itself into Anastasia's pocket with haste before she realizes someone is coming. ]

Huh? ...Oh!

[ She shifts around in her spot. ]

Hi there. Can I, uh- can help you? ~~[ She says, quietly hoping they didn't see. ]~~

C) JOURNAL

hello. well this is certinly an intresting way to comunicate. hi! i'm... anya. if anyone ~~wuld~~ WOULD be intrested in spell tutering that would be nice. i may be a GRAND DUCHESS but----well just write back! hope you'r not allerjic to dogs!

[ 🐾 ]

WILDCARD

· · · I'm open to any of the prompts listed in this test drive! If you'd like to try out any of the others, hit me up! Let's do thissss. Also, if you have any questions before tackling anything in this top-level, I'd be happy to answer them beforehand :)

I. PHANTOM TROLL BOOTH

I've little patience for tricksters and their honeyed promises.

[A tight frown mars Gwendolyn's otherwise beautiful face, her voice dripping with disdain. This is ridiculous. If she had her spear, she would happily impale this creature clean through and be done with it, just like the Horn Mountain trolls. But she doesn't, and more than that, she can't be sure if it is a citizen of this world. So she will stay her hand, and handle this in true Valkyrie fashion.

The feathered bit of her skirt unfurls, revealing that they are actually real feathers attached to real wings at her hips. They look more than a little burnt and broken and thus frankly not safe to be flying with-- but annoyance is overriding rationality. She stretches them, a little furrow of her brow the only grimace she shows, and then gives an experimental flap.]

Valkyries have no need of bridges. [A glance over her shoulder at whoever is approaching the bridge.] And no need of passengers, but I will make an exception this once. Will you fly with me, stranger?

II. ESSENCE PRACTICE

[Come across Gwendolyn when she's experimenting with her new powers, and you'll find a much more composed woman. A vertible garden is growing around her, stretching towards her body and lacing themselves into her hair as if she were the sun. Most of the flowers surrounding her are white petaled, with a single stripe and orange stamens, but there are plenty of others that are growing, intertwining and complementing each other in color as she shifts, like a moving tapestry.

As for what she's actually doing, well. You might want to dodge an incoming wall of gray-blue fog if you don't want to fall asleep or see illusions of a horrible landscape, skulls littering the dry, cracked ground as far as the eye can see.]

My apologies. Controlling its direction and flow is still difficult for me.

III. WILDCARD

[I'm open to any scenario you'd be interested in! If you want to hash something out, feel free to reply to me on Gwendolyn's workshop comment here.]

Edited 2019-10-20 00:15 (UTC)

[ Yosuke is wearing this, just in a rich orange color and minus the sword and crown. ]

I-A - 3

[ Yosuke grunted as he tried to roll the dumb golden goose that rolled everything and a god damn cow into town. But try as he might, he wasn't Kanji. Or Souji. Or even Chie. They were the stronger ones of the group, Yosuke not so much. His speed wasn't going to help him here. He sighed, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead as he caught his breath. ]

Geez dude, how'd you even manage to roll over here if it's this heavy?!

[ He looked around, someone's gotta be around to help him out, right? ]

Hey, can someone lend a hand? Please?

B

H-Help!

[ There was a pitiful splash at the lake. It stopped and soon, an orange webbed frog's hand clung to the nearby wall surround a potion of the lake. There was a small grunt, and another orange hand followed. A Red Eyed Tree Frog emerged from the lake, clinging desperately to the wall. ]

Help! Someone! Anyone?!

[ Why yes, the poor pitiful voice crying for help was coming from that very same frog that... was failing at clinging to the wall for some reason and fell right back into the water. More flailing ensued. Someone, please rescue Yosuke. ]

I-I don't... I dunno how to swim like this, help!

C

...you know getting to be kissed by a princess would be nice and all if it didn't come with the requirement that I be a frog first! Ugh, why'd I get stuck with the Frog Prince?! This has got to be some kinda joke. :(

II - B

[ Yosuke didn't quite have the hang of changing into a frog at will, but it worked sometimes. And he was only thankful he wasn't the actual size of this type of frog. If there was one thing he actually knew, it was quite a bit about frogs (there's a reason Jiraiya was frog shaped and it had nothing to do with the myth itself). He should be like, two or three inches long but instead, he'd say he was probably about the size of a cat or small dog. So, bigger than what most people expected out of frogs but still small enough to be carried if someone wanted to pick him up.

Which some people already did and ugh, it was so embarrassing!! But it came in handy this time around, as he was able to get in the water and spot the gold and silver pieces needed to help rebuild the bridge. He broke through the water. ]

Hey, found some more over here!

[ He splashed the water to get the other person's attention. He wasn't exactly strong enough as a frog to the grab the stuff nor did he have enough control to switch in and out. ]

Edited 2019-10-28 23:54 (UTC)

¶ I

A
[Of course he was going to move through the city, keeping close to various buildings and moving in shadow- even in the daylight. Observing at first, even if the way rather long furry ears kept pinned near the sides of his head gave away his mood. Unhappy. A strange muzzle-like mask that looked to be made of blood-stained bone covered his lower face, eyes hidden behind something dark and almost visor-like; those sensitive to it could likely feel the magic radiating off it, and him.

There was a low growl, brushing against someone as he turned a corner-]

Watch your step.

[Hell, even a pale, striped tail lashed a little in it's movements behind him, poking out from under a word leather jacket with various rips in the material, showing off fabric and even skin underneath it.

Moody.]

B
[Surprisingly? Cloven hooves weren't making that much of a racket as he moved from roof top to roof top, stopping to perch on the ledge of one just over a street. Gave him the appearance of a gargoyle really.

That visor had vanished, leaving yellow eyes that glowed in the faint bit of moonlight the only thing really visible of him.

... Really difficult to not feel those eyes boring in to the back of your head or something if out for a late night walk.]

¶ IV
[Out in the woods? Any forested area of the Index?

Well, there'd be the feeling of not being alone once deep enough. Silence, no animals making any sounds as if there was a large predator stalking about. Not half wrong, but it doesn't make any of it less eerie. Unnerving.

Without his pulse rifle? Well, it was only an irritating inconvenience on top of the entire change that came with it here, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to overcome it. Didn't mean he had to be happy about it, however.

More so when it drove him to rooting around through leaf debris, picking a few things to stuff in to the bag fixed to his belt. Grew up on a farm, went through survival training. Could survive on his own.]

Getting too old for this.

[Of course upon any approach there would very suddenly be a snarl of warning and bear clawed hands ready, as if the crouched man was very ready to lunge. More so if there was no warning other than just coming closer, the snap of a twig.

At least it was a warning and no actual move to attack?]

[wildcard pt. 2 Here is my workshop entry to give an idea of what's up. feel free to roll your own prompt or PM me if you can't work with what I've tossed up!]

[Makoto is wearing this, the patterns resemble this, and the tattoo is this. ]

A2 - Mutton

[ Makoto stood behind what seemed to be a gaggle of children, arms crossed and looking quite pleased with himself despite the children seemingly apologizing and taking the mutton back they’d thrown at a gentleman trying to wheel his cabbages to the marketplace. Once done, Makoto took the offending mutton himself from the kids and managed to get them to back to their homes (well, he hoped that’s where they went. He wasn’t going to follow them). Now he just needed to find a butcher that could either take the mutton or tell him how to dispose of it should they be no good. ]

Maybe I should have let them take it home for their parents to cook...

[ Sadly, Makoto was no cook himself. In fact, he was quite terrible. So the food would really go to waste with him. He sighed and then set off to find one, stopping anyone who looked local or otherwise. ]

B - Essence Practice

[ It was a strange calling. But one that had him standing in front of the vast ocean. It was cool out, autumn close to giving way to winter and beaches tended to be cooler than most anyway. But he didn’t feel it, not much although he’d yet to find out why. What he focused in was the fact that the urge to go into the salty waters was at war with his innate urge to run away, spurred by his phobia of the very ocean he starred at.

Makoto had taken the time to read up on his essence. On Repun Kamuy. There hadn’t been much, just that he seemed to be a jovial fellow who was a god of the Ainu people and was closely tied to orcas. It was certainly coincidence that Makoto had that as his Essence, he was sure of it. But it also meant that it wasn’t very difficult to figure out just why he felt this way now. He sighed heavily, crouching down to trace the sand in an almost pouty manner. ]

I wonder if there’s a way to change your essence...

[ There may have been a small whine in there. ]

C - Journal

Hello! My name is Makoto Tachibana. Is there anyone here familiar with Iwatobi? I haven’t seen any of my friends. They weren’t with me when I was asked by the Storyteller to come here.

But it would be nice if they were here too... Haru-chan? Can you say something if you’re here?

Thank you!

Edited 2019-11-20 02:58 (UTC)

I-A
[Truthfully, Karkat’s life can’t get much weirder than this. He’d gone through an Armageddon-type game with a small group of friends, created a cancerous universe, was chased and forced to hide out in the Furthest Ring, had to deal with the fallout of several of his friends going murder-crazy and other friends dying out due to said murder-craze, and now where is he?]

[In some alternate world full of humans and looking like something right out of a wiggler’s tale.]

[One glance at him reveals he’s not exactly human; not with the grey skin, gold eyes, sharp teeth and orange-yellow horns crowning the top of his head. He’s quite a sight to behold, muttering to himself and grumbling as he picks at the feudal-era clothing (which somehow still had his sign stitched into it, albeit subtly), pokes at the golden band around his brow, and, worst of all, glares angrily at the tail lashing behind him.]

[Sure, he agreed to come to this weird Dream-Bubble-like place (or was he just creating an alternate timeline version of himself? Aagh, it was confusing enough while playing Sgrub), but he sure as hell didn’t agree to suddenly be given traits to make him look like a goddamn human primape.]

[If he passes by someone and their gaze lingers too long, he glares at them, fangs flashing.]

What the fuck are you looking at, you feculent sack of bulge maggots?

[Quite the pleasant greeting.]

C
[Once he discovers the journal’s note system, it doesn’t take long for Karkat to take to it like a memo on Trollium. Anyone who happens to read their journal will, unfortunately, be subjected to a torrent of angry scribblings.]

FIRST OF ALL, I WOULD LIKE IT TO BE KNOWN THAT NO MATTER HOW MUCH MAGICAL FUCKING FAIRY DUST MIGHT BE CRAMMED INTO THIS STUPID BOOK, THE FACT THAT THIS PLANET STILL RELIES ON SUCH AN ARCHAIC FORM OF COMMUNICATION IS LAUGHABLE BEYOND COMPARISON.
I MEAN, I GET THAT THIS PLANET IS SUPPOSED TO BE SOME SORT OF BASTARDIZATION OF WIGGLER TALES AND GOOD FEELINGS AND ALL THAT SPONGE-NUMBING BULLSHIT, BUT FORCING US TO USE NOTEBOOKS OF ALL THINGS TO TALK IS THE DUMBEST THING EVER.
HOW IS ANYONE EVEN SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO IS TALKING AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT?
YOU’RE NOT, UNLESS YOU’RE SOME FREAKISH LUMPSQUIRT WHO SOMEHOW ENJOYS MEMORIZING HANDWRITING.
DOES ANYONE EVEN HANDWRITE ANYTHING ANYMORE?? FOR ALL THE STUPIDITY AND SHORTCOMINGS OF YOUR SPECIES, I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT HUMANS WERE STILL SMART ENOUGH TO INVENT COMPUTERS ON WHATEVER PLANET THEY DECIDED TO INHABIT.
BUT BEFORE I GET TOO FAR INTO THE ASININE BULLSHIT THAT IS THIS NOTEBOOK, I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO GET IN CHARGE WITH THE DUNKASS RESPONSIBLE FOR BRINGING US ALL HERE.
LOOK, THIS ISN’T MY FIRST WALTZ DOWN THE WHOLE SAVING/RECREATING UNIVERSES BOULEVARD, BUT LAST TIME I CHECKED I DIDN’T AGREE TO BEING GIVEN A BUNCH OF STUPID UGLY EARTH MONKEY HAIR AND TAIL.
SERIOUSLY, IF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE SOME KIND OF JOKE THEN HA HA, YOU GOT YOUR OBLIGATORY EARTHEN CHUCKLE LIKE YOU WANTED.
NOW TELL ME HOW TO TAKE THIS GODDAMN THING OFF OF MY ASS BEFORE I CUT IT OFF MYSELF!!

B
[Once Karkat settles down and actually accepts his role as an Aspect (and all the side-effects that come with it), he takes to the woods to practice his Essence powers. He knows he can transform things, but since he never even transitioned between his waking self and his Dream Self in his session, he's having a hard grasp of it.]

[Anyone who might stumble across him in the forest will no doubt hear a lot of rustling of leaves, ranting about how ridiculous this all is, and cursing. So. Much. Cursing.]

I-B
[He should be testing out his powers, but for some reason Souji feels unnaturally compelled to start reading books to learn more. And then more...and more and...wait how many days has he been going to the library? The lure of the books, the addictive nature of the words, the smell of ink, paper and leather makes him forget how long he's been learning.

Maybe someone should try to pry him off the addiction.]

I-C
Sender: Quetzalcoatl (Mesoamerican Mythology) | Souji Seta

Recipient: Everyone

[There is a drawing accompanying the text.]

Considering the following piece of evidence, would it be safe to call ferrets catsnakes? Please let me know as it is important to me.

[What a nerd.]

II-B
This isn't good...

[Souji, despite not having all of his old powers, was still able to fight with a weapon and had been trying to help to the best of his ability. However, his mind is more preoccupied with the people attempting to cross the bridge, despite its state.]

...think you can cover me?

[He doesn't quite explain his plan in full before he begins to shift his mass and turn into a winged serpent. Moving towards the bridge, he can act as a partial pathway for them to step on and escape with, but the size leaves him vulnerable to the Erasers attacks. Backup is certainly appreciated.]

Wildcard
[If you'd like to do anything else with the Wild card, please do so! His workshop can be found here.]

Edited 2019-11-28 04:11 (UTC)

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