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TEST DRIVE: MARCH

— TEST DRIVE: MARCH —

Welcome to

empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:

Date reminders. Reserves open Tuesday, February 23nd and Applications (Canon | OC) open Tuesday, March 1st.
OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are currently allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.
Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!

Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!

PROMPTS

• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try?

• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.

• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...

• Prompt D: Fireworks are a common source of entertainment for the island, and each year the equipment and technology used get more advaanced—and more dangerous. This year they're trying to contain the explosive emotional power from the easily angered by using a new device based off the Tree of Memories petals. Except the "device" includes the explosive powder for the fireworks. You can only imagine how disasterous that could be. YOUR OPTIONS:

Someone is deliberately provoking you to try and make you mad.
Someone else has blown their top and the device (and nearby fireworks) are exploding.
General firework and explosives mayhem.

Note: Calm emotions will help diffuse the situation, but you might want some water or something else to help douse both the literal and metaphorical flames.

• Prompt E: The spring season of Zephyras is on its way, so there's a lot less snow these days. To make the most of it, a lot of the local children have built as many snowmen and snow creatures as they can. Some adults have also taken to it, some actually treating it like some kind of competition. The resulting creations range from the standard to the incredible. Behemoth, monstrous creatures with gaping jaws and horns, majestic unicorns with ice sculpted wings and horns, lifelike human sculptures in various poses. Normally all of these would be considered works of it, but when you're in a world where emotions can sometimes give things a mind of their own...well. Creativity isn't the only way to "breathe life" into them.

Emotions can affect these snow sculptures in various way. Those that trend on the happier side will cause the snow creations to move and frolic around in place, perhaps even try to "play" with those around them. Those that trend on the negative, however, will give the opposite, especially anything that could make them more angry and violent.
A few people have caught onto this and have actually created a snowmen army! Using "stock" made snowmen, at least ten from each side slide and wobble around, chucking snowballs and rocks at one another for pure snow destruction. Hopefully you don't get caught in the middle of it.

• Prompt F: Have you ever ridden on a hover board? Or a flying motorcycle? Well if you haven't, you get to be one of many to try out a new design set to come out by the summer months of Eurus. Of course, they are still in development, so expect some hiccups and stalls. Even more, to help with fuel and power efficiency issues, the engineers have created a system that would help absorb and channel the user's emotions into the machine. Now, it's supposed to only take the energy from emotions and not actually be affected by what kind is given. In theory, even a sad person could power their new flying vehicle! However, that's a kink that still needs to be hammered out, so the test vehicles are still prone to emotional effects just like everything else. Angry emotions will have fire bursting from the exhaust, giving it a super huge boost in speed and power, but lack of control. Joy and excitement are also good boosters, but prepare to have a trail of stardust that could blow back in your face. Some other side effects are: rust, engine stall, decreased acceleration, suddenly flying upside down. Oh yeah, these don't have seat belts. But you get a helmet and a parachute! Good luck.

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include empty barrel and/or chickens.

For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!

Threaded | Flat

[ST0203,ST0208, with a bit of C]
...What sort of task are these? [The sound of an unamused Apollo passes through the network. Images of what appeared to be chocolate waffle crisps began to appear along with a chocolate bar and waffles covered in maple syrup? Clearly his mind was wandering without him realizing his thoughts were being broadcast.]

Couldn't they just ask the kids themselves? This is too sugary...I guess that could be one reason why kids like them.

[Now there was an image of a pie added to the food porn.]

...And is Thras supposed to be one those Arethei gods?

[Not knowing what Thras looked like, all he could think of was a man who seem to look similar to someone from a case he once handled. There was a pie in his hand.]

...Hard to imagine they're all-powerful beings when they want us to throw pies at someone.

[D-Option 1]
[Apollo was looking over what the locals were up to with the fireworks with apprehension. Was this stuff even safe? Somehow he doubted the solution to explosive fireworks was to add more explosives. Someone took notice of his skepticism and had a laugh at his lack of confidence in their work. Apollo got a little defensive and an argument erupted between them, with the man throwing insult at the Otherworlder for knowing nothing. Being within such close proximity of the devices, it caused one of them to erupt and it led to a chain reaction of explosions.]

Crap! [Apollo flipping out didn't help matters and another one of the devices goes off. The man he had been arguing with started to yell at him to quit it.]

Sorry, I just-- [With both of their emotions high with tension, neither of them were helping with the situation unless they could both calm down.]

[Option 2]
[Your character is the one who gets Apollo riled up or come to inspect the devices with him.]

[G]
Mikeko! [All around town, Apollo's voice can be heard shouting out the same name over and over again.] Mikeko! Where are you!? [He was checking every nook and cranny for whomever this Mikeko was, inside boxes, flowerbeds, barrels, empty trash bins? And were those tufts of white feathers in his hair and on his clothes? Even his hair seem a little less well kept. What in the world happened to this guy?]

[ooc: I'm also open to whatever else you guys want to thread out besides these prompts. Currently he's sporting this appearance]

(E)

[ snow structure competition? sure! one of the participants, a man wearing a beanie, appears to be making... a large human-sized macaron, carefully patting snow onto the pastry with the air of an expert chef. he'll happily chat with anyone nearby! ]

Sweet, isn't it?... Sorry, bad joke! It's kind of amazing that people can make their snow creatures move around. Is there a secret to it?

[ BUT if someone might turn their back, the macaron rears up and reveals little snow submachine-guns inside the frosting which fire tiny snowballs right at the unwitting victim. wow, what a snake in the grass.

Todomatsu will quickly attempt to clamp the macaron shut when his victim whirls around, hopefully just in time to look innocent. HOPEFULLY, ANYWAY. ]

D

[Joshua and mad are two things that just don't go together, even when provoked. Then again, staying calm is something he's adapted to due to his girlfriend and her very emotional "hit first, ask later" personality she has. Who knows how many times he's had to diffuse that. So when literal fireworks happen, his initial response his surprise, but it's almost too natural when he goes up to the source of the problem (aka our angry person), and just gives them a genteel smile.

And some water, because who knows what fires are being caused right now.]

Is there something you need to talk about so this all stops?

[He probably doesn't know the person (or perhaps they're acquaintances), but still he's not going to allow a pretty terrible situation to get worse.]

E

[Joshua knows all too well how to decommission angry armies of things. And at a quick speed, too. Thankfully, these angry beings are snowmen, creations that aren't human, so at a near inhuman speed, he takes out his dual blades and in what seems like a swift movement (and perhaps those watching closely may see multiple copies of him), takes them out before they can do further harm.

Seeing that he did have an audience, he just smiles at them, a dark aura kind of surrounding him a little as he fears being asked questions. Ones... he knows he's going to evade.]

Hey, everything's alright now, okay?

[Which is one way to evade as he smiles, but it's a little empty. Still, he's going to use his skills to help others, even if before they weren't used for good like that.]

C

I do have a question in regard to this telepathy. Even though it's used so easily, just how far does it go into one's subconscious -- Could someone else end up controlling another's mind?

[There's a mental sigh as he realizes how dumb he sounds. Still, all of it is still so fresh to him.]

Just out of curiosity, honestly. [Except he's a terrible liar and people are more than willing to call him out on it.]

Edited 2016-02-17 01:03 (UTC)

Prompt D-2
Walking by herself to anywhere but school was always strange for her. In fact, life without her motorcycle was beyond weird. Except on the nights in Tartarus, when she and the others would traverse floor after floor of the strange tower populated by Shadows. The stately redhead walked with her arms crossed under her breasts, red eyes alert for anything. It was obvious she was waiting for some situation to show up, because when was there time that something wasn't happening?

Where were the others? Iori and Amada, maybe, she could see running off and even taking Koromaru with them. But Takeba, Yamagishi, and Aigis? No, there was no way that the other females in her group would just leave her in a strange place like this alone. Not even Akihiko would do something so rash.

Just as she passed by a group of young men arguing, one voice gets louder than the others and a fire breaks out, causing the cart of fireworks nearby to start to go off. Without thinking, Mitsuru reached for her Evoker, fired it at her head and yelled for her Persona. "Artemisia!"

A stately female figure flashes before her body before huge ice chunks drop from the sky onto the cart and the fireworks beginning to explode. Did you see it? Or are you more worried about the fact that she just shot herself in the temple?

Prompt E
"It's all so beautiful."

Mitsuru hardly expected to see so many ice sculptures outside of one of the parties her family threw. To be honest, there were some beautiful and some horrid, but even the most grotesque was perfectly detailed and called to the eye in a way that she couldn't deny. She stopped before the figure of a youth, trying to figure out just what the face was supposed to be. When it reached out and touched her face with its icy hand.

"W-what?" Her hand reached for the sword at her side, ready to defend herself should the need arise again. "What just happened?"

Wildcard
[Make up your own adventure. I'm probably going to be playing her from right before P4 Arena, but I don't have my icons. So, enjoy some P3 icons! As always, you can reach me over on plurk at

makotos]

[D]
[ over the years, koujaku has practically mastered the art of containing his anger to a dull roar. he knows what could happen if he lets that particular emotion spill over, knows the chaos it can cause and how many people he can hurt — and none of it has anything to do with the added bonuses of being in empatheias.

but sometimes someone does something that aggravates him. like this dick right here — some random in the street that had been egging him on for damn near half the day. he had brushed the punk off at first, smiled and went on with his day but as it progressed, koujaku's patience faltered. it was only for a split second, but that was long enough to ignite a stack of fireworks nearby. ]

What the hell?! [ he shouts, ducking what he thinks at first to be gun shots, only to find the fireworks going off around him. his antagonist flees the moment the chaos starts, and koujaku is sure he can hear him laughing. ] That son of a — [ bang, crash, etc. koujaku is trying to stop the madness, but he's only making it worse. help this poor fool. ]

[E]

[ koujaku is one of those adults participating in the festivities because he is secretly a five year old trapped in a man's body. he even assists the kids by lifting them up so they can build their snowmen (and snow creatures) higher than their tiny arms can reach. and okay MAYBE he gets a little competitive with the adults and ends up building a decent replica of his allmate beni. who i assume didn't arrive with him in emp. sad face.

thanks to koujakus immensely happy feelings for this prompt, snow-beni comes to life with a flap of his wings, causing one of them to nearly smack koujaku upside the head. just like real life. ]

Oi, oi! Be careful! [ you're going to poke someone's eye out. but beni doesn't seem to care as he flaps around and joins in on the fun. ]

[G]
[ the wildcard option. aka do whatever you want. ]

..snow, snow, snoooow..

[ normally, Chise wouldn't think of spending time playing in the snow when there's still so much she needs to see and learn about this place, but seeing everyone else having fun with it makes things very hard to resist. even more so when she sees what the snow here can do...

and while she's no brilliant sculptor herself, she can't help but start working on her very own project. ]

O-Oh no! Wait, don't do that! —Ahh... I'm so sorry, they just want to play.

[ and who would "they" be? well, that would be four snow puppies that keep chasing and playfighting not only with each other, but also with anybody who so much as looks at them ]

--

..spore-adic feelings..

[ it seemed like a simple enough task and one she already had experience with. well, kind of, since the mushrooms back home (that she'd encountered so far, at least) would normally not have this kind of side-effect. she thought as long as she was careful to separate the different kinds of mushrooms there should be no problem, but what she didn't consider in her plan was that she was still not familiar with the forest and missteps were to be expected.

long story short, Chise was now walking out of the forest with big puffy eyes, a sniffling nose, and blue and yellow spores all over her clothes and hair. ... on the upside, the fungi sitting in her two baskets seemed to be okay. ]

Whyyyyy...?

--

..choose your own adventure..

[Prompt D.2]
[Fireworks by emotions seemed like an interesting idea, but you would think they would want to do it with other kinds, like joy maybe? Anger seemed like a bad idea.]

[Case in point, he just saw fireworks shooting off, every which way, and a few were not going up in the proper direction. He winced, catching sight of someone either having a fit of anger, or just... well, he didn't know. Anger of some sort, he would assume. Personally, he didn't know why anyone would want to shoot off fireworks with emotions. A simple lighter and fuse should have worked better, but who is he to say?]

[Coming closer, hands up he gave the mysterious person an uneasy smile] Whoa there... you might want to take a moment...

[Prompt E.2]
[He got caught in the middle of it!]

[At first it was just interesting, all the creatures and things that people built out of snow. He was pretty sure he just passed someone playing with a snow monster. That actually moved. It was weird, how these emotions things worked like that.]

[And then he took a hit, to the back of the head! A snow ball, thankfully. Splat! Right in the back of the head of all places! His hand dropped down for his blaster at first, not at all there as he turned, shooting a glance back to watch a standard looking 'snow man' or so he was told, advance. Another snow ball thrown, sailing over his head and hitting another one.]

Oooookay. [Finn said slowly, staring at the two tall figures of snow, only to realize more were showing up, chucking snow on either side. His eyes went wide as he suddenly ran through a flurry of snow balls coming in on either side.]

[Prompt G]
[Hit him with your own prompt start. He's new and getting the hang of this place, or trying to. He knows some of his people are here, or at least his friends. He doesn't know just how many are here that he might at least know. Finn is sticking with his (Poe's) brown leather jacket, black pants and has a clean cream colored shirt on under it all. At his side and half covered by the coat is the Lightsaber he had while in battle with Ren... because he got pulled from that exact moment. This has all been a very confusing adventure so far. Come, make it better, or worse...]

Edited 2016-02-17 23:45 (UTC)

[B]
It hadn't taken long before Yona had picked up a job from the task board. If she was going to be here then she wanted to be of some use, to help the people here as much as she could. She didn't have the confidence to take up any of the hunting tasks just yet so she'd settled on collecting samples for the environmentalists.

She'd procured several separate bags in order to keep the samples separate and had made her way to the west side of the forest. In honesty the place was beautiful. It reminded her of the forest they'd gone through to find Kija's village. Without realizing it she managed to put one of the orange mushrooms into the bag with the red and a cloud of bright smoke exploded out of it, causing her to drop all of her bags during the coughing fit that ensued. Mushrooms rolled out and mixed together causing several different colored clouds to explode into the ait.

[C]
[The pamphlet said to just think like you were talking to someone and everyone would hear it. It seemed odd, but if it would help her find her friends then it was worth trying.]

Hello? The paper said if I thought about something It'd be sent to everyone. I'm looking for five boys and a girl about my age.

[Briefly a picture of her traveling group appears followed by a young lady with black hair.]

I'm not worried about them or anything; [They can all take care of themselves.] but if you've seen them can you tell me if they'er here.

[D]
It'd been about a week since Yona had arrived in Vernes. Settling in had been odd with just herself. Every since she was small she'd never really been all alone and since they'd started out there had always been at least three of them. Now it was just her and she still couldn't get used to the quiet. It gave her more time to think about things at home. To think about the dull ache she still felt in her heart when she thought about Soo-Won and about how her heart beat faster and she couldn't think straight when she thought about Hak.

There was a part of her that selfishly wanted the others here with her. That felt alone and helpless without them. But she knew she wasn't really helpless. She could help Vernes in her own way even if she didn't have their strength to help her. Maybe she could use this time to grow and become stronger. Maybe when Vernes sent her home she could be more help then she was before.

As she made her way through the street and back to her house she heard arguing coming from around the corner and paused instinctively, pressing against the wall. It took a few moments for her to remind herself that this was Vernes, this wasn't home; she didn't need to hide as much as she might have if she were alone there. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath when suddenly something exploded out of the alleyway causing a bright firework to shoot across the sky.

"Oh ... is that what they were doing?"

She pulled back her hood a little to get a better view of the fireworks.

C.

[There is a healthy bout of skepticism in his thoughts. Why use mental communication when talking or writing a letter works just as easily? It is, at the very least, a bit unorthodox. In any case, he may as well try.]

Bonjour. ....Euh. Hello. Is anyone there?

E 2

[Now this? This is something he knows how to do. Sure, the snow soldiers are new, and he's in relatively unfamiliar territory, but his enthusiastic support of his little snow army is helping them engage in a fierce battle. It's much less bloody than those he's used to, and, alright, there might be some local kids involved, but it's definitely amusing him. The shouts of laughter would be hard to miss, even if you do somehow avoid getting hit by a snow cannonball.]

Prompt B

The winter season may be expected to come to a close in the near future, but it would not go quietly. Overnight, the weather had deposited a fresh and rather thick layer of snow on the land, leaving plenty of requests on the board for assistance with clearing the snowfall from larger areas. Not one to shy from physical labor, or to really be qualified for much else, Sqwydd had answered the most intensive of these ads as soon as he found the job requests available. Most recently, it has led him out to a training area for horses, and there he works to clear the way for the sessions.

Shovel left to the side, the otherworlder is relying instead on his own gifts granted by his nanites. On occasion, having large, malleable arms comes in quite handy, especially coupled with enhanced strength. Hands held together and flattened wide, he scoops down into the snow with barely a bend of his knees and lifts to fling each sweep of the snow well outside of the fence around the training area.

Keeping these shots aimed to a certain location for each section, he does occasionally stray a little...

C

[ Her mental voice is a little uncertain and dubious ]

This seems very unlikely to work. How in the world are we supposed to be speaking to each other's minds?

...I'll feel quite ridiculous if no one can actually hear me.

E 1

Eliza is probably too old to make snowmen, but there's just something infectious about the wild abandon of the local children. She's no snow artist, but she manages to find sticks and pebbles to make arms and a face on one, and is in the process of building it a little family, her skirt hem already pretty wet from the snow.

She misses her own family, okay? She isn't used to being without her children anymore.

C

[Thomas has never been a fan of letting people inside of hiss brain. His opinions are loud when they have to be, and he knows how to say the right things to get people on his side but that's as far in as he will allow people. His brain is only his to know, so he's a little wary about this telepathic conversation thing.

But he's also an incredibly curious man, and everything he's seen in this place has picked his interest. The Crystal isn't any different. And really, why have a tool if you're not going to use it? He'll be able to keep his own thoughts to himself and only project what he wants to. He's sure. And he makes sure that that confidence is what he projects in his thoughts.]

I have to admit this is pretty handy. Fancy way of communicating, really. But isn't anyone else concerned about the long term effects of having people constantly barge in into your own mind?

E

[Jefferson isn't a fan of snow, either. He understands the necessity of it, like everything in nature. But that doesn't mean he didn't get pissed off every time a snowfall at the wort possible time ruined an year's worth of crops. However, if all the snow creations acted like these he'd change his mind in a heartbeat.

Have one Thomas Jefferson grinning as he plays around with some little snow-unicorns (unicorns! whaaaaaat). He seems to be in a very good mood since the creatures are responding very positively to him as he tries to teach them how to respond to certain commands. He was never in charge of training his own horses but that doesn't mean he didn't learn a few tricks. Better than dogs, certainly.

Around Jefferson, now that he's very obviously happy, everything seems to be... brighter. Shinier, even. Like covered in sequins or glitter.]

F

WATCH OUT!

[Have one (1) Thomas Jefferson going straight towards you at a frankly alarming speed in one of the hoverboards. Look, he thought they looked pretty cool. He wanted to try them, try to go faster. It's not his fault he's an emotional rollercoaster, and that the constant flux of emotions doesn't exactly seem to work well with the machine's engine, okay?]

( b - GT0203 )

[ What better job is there for Minato than eating? The moment he saw that he could be a judge and pretty much eat a bunch of food, he jumped on it faster than anything else. This is true bliss, this is truly how heaven is, so here he is, just eating a ridiculous amount of food and looking like he's not even halfway full. ]

[ If you're cooking and attempting to win this competition, just toss him a dish. He'll eat it, no matter how bad it is. ]

( f )

[ He's never really been one for riding things like hover boards or motorcycles. He rides cars and the train but that's about it. He prefers those too, since he can just fall asleep on them during the trip and he doesn't have to worry about trying to stay awake while driving, but somehow, he's been dragged into trying out a hover board. They feed on his emotions, right? He's not a very emotional guy in the first place so really, it doesn't do much at first. He just stands behind it and stares at it, wondering if he should do anything, until someone rudely pushes him onto it without a single warning. Surprise and slight panic sink in (though they don't show much on his face) as he attempts to not fall off the thing, and the board powers up. Taking in the panic, it starts moving at extremely fast speeds and that does not calm him down at all. In fact, it just makes him really concerned and panic a bit more so WELL IF HE CRASHES INTO ANYONE THEN THAT'S NOT HIS FAULT (maybe) ]

( wild card )

[ WILD CARD BITCHES YEEEEHAWWWW ]

This wasn't Hoth, clearly. But that planet had left her with enough memories of snow and cold to last her a lifetime. Maybe two. She'd nearly lost both Han and Luke along with some of the fleet that had been unable to get away. She should have planned better, organized better, evacuated sooner, she should have done something and the only comfort she had was in the number who did escape and live on. There would always be casualties but she could do her best to minimize those.

She probably shouldn't have been thinking so hard, focusing on memories so ripe with troubled emotions so near to anything that bore even a passing resemblance to a wampa. Those sorts of mistakes lead to bad things happening, and when she could swear she saw movement out of the corner of her eye she started to worry.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." She murmured and stepped quicker through the path lined with snowy creations. First one and then another and then half a dozen towering shite creatures turned to follow in step.Snowy maws gaped to show icy teeth and bellowed a soundless roar. "Stang!" She cursed and dodged around what seemed to be a large snow tree. Leia padded herself down but she had no weapons, well when had that ever stopped an attacker?

Think! Think!

Steps sunk deep in the snow, softly muffled for the weight and size of the snowthings. They are snow, so she needed heat, or something with a reach she could hit them with from a distance. Like the largish tree branch bear her feet. And a little help right now would not be amiss. "Where's a blaster when you need one?" She gripped the branch and looked around for her options ready to run at the first opportunity.

[Task GT0201]

[Once again, Reynir ended up someone he didn't expect to be. And once again, he wanted to help as much as he could since he was there. He was even getting paid this time! But that didn't make him any less of a failure.

But it wasn't that he wasn't good with dogs. He was great with sheepdogs! But hounds on leashes? Now that's a mess. He was getting pulled down the street with his feet dragging on the ground in a poor attempt to stop them.] Ummm-- please-- stop! This isn't where we're supposed to be going!

[Prompt E.1]

[And he made a horrible, lumpy snow sheep. He was still happy with it! And because he was absolutely beaming, this monstrosity came to life and headbutt him over. And it was now on a headbutting spree while he yelped after it.]

[Prompt F]

[Lastly, someone with poor judgement allowed him to get on one of the hoverboards. He thought nothing of the fact it came with a parachute, strapping on his helmet with an excited smile. It took off overheads at a moderate pace, with a stardust trail in its wake. A stardust trail that got in people's faces. He was blissfully unaware the first minute, but looked back when the coughs caught his attention.] Oh no-- Oh no, I'm sorry!

[The board started to vibrate the more he was apologetic, until he shot forward with a scream. Save him.]

She used to love fireworks, there were summers she and her father would go out on the boat and watch them blossom into the night sky. Those were good memories, memories when she had a family that was whole. Now she not only lost some of her family but lost her world.

This place was so different, so not cool and rational it was ruled by the heart. Emotions controlled everything, she had to chuckle that Mulder would have found it a revelation.

She mused on that before the first loud bang sounded. She moved to unholster her weapon but the sounds wasn't gun fire. Dana ducked down into a crouch and moved for cover. "Get down!" She yelled at some stunned passers-by. When they didn't seem to be moving she did. Dana moved to grab the person by their arm and pull them to cover while the area filled with sound, blinding light and the smell of black powder.

[E]
[Gilthunder had long since outgrown playing in the snow, spending nearly every waking moment of his youth training--when not studying on his own, in the royal libraries. He fixed a puzzled expression on a young boy who had been struggling to reach the top part of a snowman his father had helped him make. The boy's father, a ways off, was helping one of his other children to mold snow into the base for another snowman.

He checked the sky. There was an emptiness he hadn't felt in a long time--something that was no longer watching him from afar.

In a few moments, he found himself patting down snow, making a fairly large ball which he set down next to the snowman the boy was trying to get at. Gilthunder dusted off the top, making it flat so he could stand on it. The boy looked confused.]

It's a boost--so, you can keep working.

[He smiled, pleasantly as one could, when they were free of worries. The boy thanked him and clambored onto his new stepping stool, going to work. Gilthunder stood up straight and wrung out his icy fingers, pausing when he caught a shadow in the corner of his eyes. Long, black wings in the form of a shadow. He whipped around in shock, expecting to see something familiar.

It was a giant bird, carved out of snow atop one of the hills, with surprising detail. It was a relief to see it wasn't what he expected, but his heart was still racing. To his side, the young boy's snowman began moving, but not particularly much. It was shivering, its white hands shifting to its face to cover it. It looked afraid.]

What in the world...? [The bird was impressive and irregular, given the craftiness of its creation, but the snowman was another thing entirely.

He hadn't quite come to properly understand the island he had been brought to, yet.]

[F]
[In silence, Gilthunder waited his turn patiently to test out the new vehicles on display. As a young man, he learned to ride a horse as soon as he could pull himself up on one, so the excitement of using one wasn't immense anymore, but he had yet to see vehicles of those sorts anywhere he had traveled in Britannia. Stoic, Gilthunder maintained an air that lent the impression of a statue. His calm, thoughtful gaze gave the impression of maturity. Around him, lanterns had flickered and burned brighter--turning a sunny color.

In truth, he was excited as could be. Even if he was doing his best to look composed and succeeding in a fashion, his heart was thumping with the sort of eagerness a boy felt when saddling a horse for the first time, being given his first sword, being praised for doing something well or even catching the eye of a beautiful girl.

He was given an explanation on the usage of the vehicle--the flying motorcycle--the controls shown to him as he maintained that constant, impassive look. The helmet was shoved on his head without much ceremony and the parachute pulled under his arms and over his shoulders, latched on tight. Gilthunder nodded to the manufacturer once before taking off.

Trailing behind the still-faced man was a massive flood of stardust, essentially clouding the take-off zone with visible proof of his boyish delight. The engineer gave him a puzzled expression as the motorcycle took off, looking considerably less impressive than one might have hoped.

The urge to smile was unbearable.]

(OOC: Feel free to hit me up with any other prompt, if you like!)

[GT0208] B

In the past Michelle took a job to hold up her keep in living expenses, and while she was a bit worried to try something on her own she ultimately ended up delighted that she found something she could do inside the house. Baking a cake? Such a simple job!

And with a nice, large oven, Michelle is able to use a new baking technique allowing her to bake four cakes at once and since the recipe had one of the ingredients smudged out, it was a reasonable (to her) strategy to just make several of different flavors. And so, once the oven is closed, she turns her back to it with her hands raised to her cheeks with a lengthy, blissful sigh.

Ah, her sister will be so proud! She could see it now, just hours from now she'll return to Lucy with 500 sylvs. 'Big sister, here is my part of the rent for you~!' she would say. And Lucy, with a bright smile, would tell her that she's so proud. Then she would lean over and pat her on the head!

"Eheheheh.. EEeee~!" Michelle squeals as she hops from foot to foot, completely oblivious that the oven is glowing red, trembling, and occasionally releasing massive clouds of black, heart-shaped smoke that quickly fill the kitchen.

E

All right so.. Michelle has about twenty cakes left over.

While she is a glutton, even she can't eat that many cakes, though the solution does seem simple enough- She could just sell the rest of them, right?

And so the frilly belle stands outside behind a table decorated with a tablecloth of various pinks and reds with some slender vases filled with several lilies each and, most importantly, cakes placed in boxes of various pastel colors. Hopefully no one will mind that each small cake has a slice cut out already.

A proper seller should have a bright smile on her face, but this isn't the case for the frustrated Michelle, who gnaws hard at the kerchief she holds in both hands. Honestly, how could she have overlooked such an obvious problem? Of course these would be too many cakes! And because of her lack of foresight she's become an inconvenience to her housemate. Stupid Michelle. Stupid stupid stupid!

The springs within the table legs tighten under the stress, making the threat of it nearly flipping itself very real! The sudden toaster-like spring would send one, or several, of the cakes toward a passerby. Watch out!

[Prompt A]

[Six isn't so sure about how this "emotion magic" or whatever it is is supposed to work. Considering that he usually keeps his emotions on lock down--though that has lessened somewhat due to someone who shall remain nameless's interference following him losing six of arguably the best years of his life--the idea of channeling into something other than training seems odd.]

[But he's managed to charge up a chilly breeze, so maybe this isn't going to be as hard as he'd thought. Hope anyone passing by is wearing a scarf.]

[Prompt B - ST0202 (or something similar to it)]

Six might be a former assassin, but that didn't mean he never killed at all. He stayed his blade in regards to human throats, but that didn't mean that animals were off-limits. With the threat of "dargons" attacking the town and a large payday for someone taking care of the problem, Six decided to put his skills (and his swords) to excellent use.

The speed and timing of Six's blades weren't the result of any usage of emotional power outside of how he'd channeled his emotions into thousands of hours' worth of training. The green blur currently slicing down the creatures was perfectly calm as he went through with his grizzly work. (Try not to lose your lunch.)

[Prompt D]

Some of the local kids had taken to challenging one another to get a response out of the stoic former assassin. Much like tourists teasing the Queen's Guard to try and get some sort of reaction out of them, the kids were deliberately teasing Six and greatly testing his patience. So far all seemed to be going okay but there was the hint of embers on one of the fuses to the fireworks. Someone might want to step in before Six channeled his full annoyance in the wrong direction.

[Prompt G]

[A certain someone has found himself having been press-ganged into rounding up chickens. He'd rather be slicing them to pieces as he tucks a chicken under each arm and another is perched on his head while he heads towards the empty barrel their owner had asked they be placed in.]

[He'd been well on his way to being the deadliest person in his world.]

[How had he fallen so far?]

E

[A few weeks here had gotten him used to the sight of emotion-caused chaos, certainly, but the Inquisitor was certain by now that he'd never grow to expect it. Emotions were too unpredictable for that. Would a bit of anger in the snow cause a storm, or just a rather grumpy snowman? He's trying to figure out just that when something hits him in the back of the neck, cold and hard.

Snow.

He whirls, half ducking out of the way of another ball that chips off on his shoulder. He can't tell where the real offender is in this new assault of snowballs, but the faint laughter muffled by snowforts in the distance tells him that the assailant is a child. No real threat.

"No real threat," he thinks, and another three snowballs hit him in the chest. He stumbles backwards, hands raising to shield himself before he crouches behind yet another fort on the opposite side. There's another person here, and whether they've been a part of this battle from the start or stumbled into it like he has, he brushes some snow off his sleeves and offers them a glance.

Lightheartedly, he comments:]

I think we may be in need of back up.

F

[While not everyone had been using their hoverboards smoothly in the testing, Dhaveiras couldn't help but feel that at least the others had been able to move. He still stood on top of the board on the sidewalk just outside of where he'd received it, arms outstretched for balance as it moves forward in short, quick bursts.

He's growing increasingly flustered over it if the scrunching of his eyebrows say anything about the matter, and that only worsens things.]

What emotion could possibly mean to move forward? [He speaks to himself loud enough for anyone to hear, wobbling forward a bit as the machine lurches forward yet again. There are more nervous comments about this not seeming safe, and how he should perhaps move off the streets when suddenly, it speeds forward at an alarming face, matching the panic as his eyes shoot open.

This continues for a good minute before tension collects in his face, eyebrows pinch together, lips curl downwards and his arms retreat to shield his eyes— just in time for the hoverboard to completely screech to a halt. The Inquisitor falls head first, tumbling over in the middle of the street with an undignified grunt.]

[Prompt B, ST0201 - The Frustrated and the Furious]
Wheels turned perfectly with the curve, the autowagon perfectly wove through the competition to take the lead of the race. Nothing but an experienced driver was in full control and it was clear they were more than likely going to take the winning pot of sylvs. It had to be a foreigner who had been skilled with motorized vehicles and experience with racing.

…and then there was Korra.

Crumpled hood, flat tire, missing door and a section of the stands collapsed around her. All within less than ten seconds after the race started.

Feet on the jammed steering wheel and arms tucked, the Avatar stewed as the autowagons whooshed by in another lap. The iron clad pout on her lips and soured mood only caused her other car door to fall off and suddenly catch fire for no reason.

Eventually she’d get over it and apologize. Maybe.

[Prompt D – Yer a blizzard, Korra]
Making snowmen run around and chase each other? Not Korra’s idea originally, but she’s glad to have the opportunity. Sculpting them was a cinch thanks to her mastery of waterbending. That she made them look like mecha tanks from her world instead of the traditional snowmen? The slightly predatory smile on her face was explanation on that part.

She was playing to win.

“Bring it on, chumps!” Standing proudly in front of her mini Future Industries snow army with a snowball in each hand, Korra looked ready to take this a step or two above what the kids were doing.

[Prompt F – You wanna ride it, my motorcycle.]
There was nothing that could go wrong with this. No street lamps or other cars to crash into and no pedestrians either. Korra had this test run in the bag. That was up until she felt too pumped up about actually being able to drive a motorcycle. Now she was hanging upside down, hands gripping the handlebars the only thing keeping her from falling from the dizzying height. Trying to kick out gusts of wind to flip her back into the seat turned out to be incredibly ineffective.

This is fine.

“Go for it, Korra. This will be fun, Korra. Thanks, me. Thanks a lot.”

[Prompt G – It’s just another party.]
BRING IT.

Edited 2016-03-01 14:52 (UTC)

🍃 Prompt D: Cause, baby, you're a firework
[ If there was one thing Anise could look forward to in this foreign land, it was the prospect of new pets to pick up. Strangers from lands beyond Tyria were fascinating in their own right and while she thrived off the politics of her beloved Kryta, the thought of extending her reach beyond the human kingdom was enchanting. When was the last time anticipation captivated her thoughts, she can hardly recall. It's as if she were a young maiden in love, giggling with fellow peers over the excitement of it all.

Save for the fact her love was in manipulation and there could be no truth to it. Men and women both were charmed easily by sweet words and soft touches, yet it was a facade much like her own illusions. One that could easily be dispelled with riches or poverty, of sickness or health. People were often disappointing in that way, she's come to learn over the years albeit the lesson was one never experienced personally.

Ah—but that's right. There's a fool here who has lost their temper with unstable results. Whether it's the person she addresses or someone nearby who is bearing witness to the scene alongside her, Anise's tone is soft spoken with a not-so-veiled sharpness to it. ]

My escort promised that I would see the flames of passion on this very eve but I don't believe this is what my fellow had intended. [ Tsk, tsk. ] It's a rather embarrassing display of sorts that I would rather not be associated with.

[ Reaching out gently as if she intended to touch the person she was addressing now, her voice firm with the following request: ] Won't you act as my savior and protect my virtue from this undesirable passion?

🍃 Prompt G: Bye Felicia
[ Perhaps you have been talking to the Countess (or whatever role she's fancied up for herself here) for a while now, the woman responding with polite noises every so often to indicate she's listening still. It wasn't always like that, why, she was rather engaged in the conversation early on... Have you overstayed your welcome or is there something amiss about her posture now?

It should be addressed immediately. Well, unless you prefer to speak to yourself? ]

🍃 Wild Card
[ Hit me up with anything you would want to do in-game that may never come to pass~ ]

NOTE | Anise is known to disguise herself (and others) with illusion magic. For the sake of this test drive, feel free to assume that she has taken on another appearance if you wanted to be a complete stranger to her.

[Prompt C]

[The British-accented voice that filters through the amulets is almost obnoxiously chipper.] Hello? How interesting! And just about everyone can hear me, yes? How wonderful! Technology is truly amazing, isn't it? Well, I suppose this isn't really technology, since it's more like... Magic? And what marvelous magic it is! I never thought of magic being real, not real real magic, I mean of course we've all seen the performers on the street making coins disappears and all-- Though, to be honest, I have no idea how they do that either... I suppose it's still magic if you can be amazed and still not figure out how it's working, right? I wonder how much training one has to go through to perform such slight of hand, or if it's more of a natural talent--

[This could go on for quite a while please stop her.]

[Prompt D]

[While everyone else seems to be in a state of mild panic at the events going on around her, Winnie laughs i nutter delight and claps her hands. There are actual sparkles coming off of her, and the ground around her feet sprouts flowers as she walks, the hem of her skirts making them bounce when they brush over them]

How pretty! And so noisy! o you suppose the Americans in the city are behind this? They're always quick to blow things up in celebration of one thing or another-- is it July 4th already?

[Something's gone wrong somewhere, because a stray spark starts near the hem of her dress, but Winnie seems completely oblivious...]

[Prompt E]

[Winnie seems to be having a blast leading some snowmen in an army, trying out different battle strategies and seeing what could or couldn't work.

After a while she backs away from the scene to observe, titling her head this way and that. She looks to your character, sighing deeply] It's all terribly interesting, but I really have such little practice in this sort of thing. Have you ever fought a war or something? I really need to learn, I suppose, but it's just so difficult when you have no experience leading an army.

This is as good as practice as I can get, of course, but it hardly does me any good if I practice wrong, right? [Siiigh.] Do you have any suggestions? Experiences to share?

[ A ]

[ Well, alright. He went from being sealed away in a staff to...being in a strange city? This is...definitely new. He's still got some sand in his eyes, so he's making his way around town sensing aura instead, his eyes shut and the sensors on the back of his head lifted and vibrating subtly.

Lucario has unfortunately been drawing some stares, being not quite human. His wariness has caused the temperature to plummet around him, and eventually he took to quickly heading down the road and ducking into an alley to find some way to reach the rooftops. It's proving to be more difficult than he'd like to do with his eyes closed, and his frustrations are causing some of the nearby lanterns to flicker. This, in turn, alarms him, which ends up only worsening the problem.

He just can't win today, can he? ]

[ D-2 ]

[ Whelp. There goes the party. Some genius went and manages to set off a bunch of fireworks, and sadly they're not all headed up into the air like they should.

Luckily, Lucario has ninja-level reflexes, dodging and leaning and leaping out of the way of stray explosives. Of course, he gradually makes his way out of the site of the chaos, immediately turning towards the unlucky individual that set them off to send them a stern telepathic message, not via the crystal he has but with his own aura abilities: ]

You should be more careful.

[ G ]

[ Alternately, if explosions aren't your thing, you may find Lucario hanging out with some chickens. He seems particularly content, aside from his perpetual stern glare. There's also some seed on the ground that the chickens are pecking away at. Huh...how'd that get there?

One of the chicks begins wandering away from the flock, but before it can get too far, Lucario stands from his seat and makes his way over, gently guiding it back to its mother. No, smol floof. Stay with ur family. ]

Edited 2016-03-06 23:03 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

Apollo Justice | Ace Attorney

Todomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

Joshua Bright | Trails in the Sky

Mitsuru Kirijo | Persona 3

koujaku | dramatical murder

Hatori Chise | The Ancient Magus' Bride

Finn | Star Wars: The Force Awakens