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TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER

— TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER —

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, October 25 and Applications (Canon | OC) open Tuesday, November 1st.
OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are 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: The Boreas Harvest Festival is fast approaching, and the farmers are trying hard to work through the bleak weather conditions to get their crops in before they go bad from all the apathy. All hands on deck—but there may be too many unwanted hands roaming around.

Scarecrows. The scarecrows that have been set up as a festive reminder of the time of year have unfortunately come under the influence of some errant strong emotions from the farm hands that work in the fields. Unfortunately that includes trying to ward off anyone who enters the fields with pitchforks and is one of them carrying a torch? Maybe if they can be convinced that you are trustworthy they will calm down.
Invading rabbits. There are ton of rabbits ravaging the carrot patches. They're easily frightened, but some are more tenacious than others. Beware of the white rabbit with red eyes.
Save the crops! Several batches are already starting to spoil! The only thing that can save them is dumping as much positive emotions into them. Joy of good food, hope for a bountiful meal, love of eating—whatever will work. Just be careful. Too much and those things might grow and explode…

• Prompt E: Aiada, the Arehtei of appreciation and jealousy, has sent a personal request for those who are interested. There is a small island just beneath Empatheias that she has been cultivating over the many centuries. She wishes to contribute to the Harvest Festival with some seeds and spores. However, the recent atmosphere has also reached down there, and now it's all a mess! Giant mushrooms replaced the trees and there's slime and mold everywhere. The cure? Aside from getting a lot of heavy duty cleaners and pushing it off, appreciation will go a long way to help.

Goop brigade. Grab that bucket and shovel and clear the goop out! Just be careful not to have too much get on you—jealousy might take over.
Appreciation balls. To help hasten the effort, Aiada has given several tubs filled with light, green orbs. Once channeled with enough appreciation, they can be used as mini-grenades to help explode and wash the area with more positive energy. Those caught in the blast won't be harmed. If anything, they'll just be very thankful.
Watch the ledges. Careful, it's a fairly small island and the goop and slime has made things slick. If you fall… That's not a good way to go, let's just say that.

• Prompt F: Various parties are interested in the emotion shards scattered all over Thera. But this time around, the focus is on the medical laboratory as the equipment and potential research there is also of interest. For three days those who volunteer are sent back to try and gather as much as possible—but of course this won't be easy.

Skeletal Scientists. The remains of the scientists who once worked in these rooms are still lurking, ready to protect their work. Fortunately they're relatively weak nerds, so not too difficult to dispatch. Just be careful.
Flying equipment. The various medical equipment has also taken life, scalpels and needles flying everywhere and stethoscopes ready to strangle.
Questionable liquid. Most of the easy shards have already been taken, leaving the more difficult to retrieve ones left. In particular they're found in strange, dark pink liquid. It's mostly harmless—except that upon contact intense waves of grief and suffering will course through. The longer the exposure, the worse it is. So hopefully a bucket full of it doesn't fall on you…

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include feathers and/or confetti.

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

prompt a

[There's been so much to take in over the last week or so that Zenyatta has scarcely had time to do anything but learn- the place, the people, their histories, all of them demanded his attention all but exclusively, leaving space only for the practicalities of living in this strange new world. And so, anyone who just so happens to run into Zenyatta today will find him at the foot of a great, twisted tree in the heart of Verens, hovering, legs folded and head bowed, barely a foot off of the ground above its mossy snarl of roots. True, the harmonic thrummings of his body are a touch louder than usual, a little more sonorous, and he does seem to be emitting a little more light than he normally would- but that is hardly unusual, is it? It has been a while since he last meditated.

Deep in his private reverie, it isn't until his olfactory receptors distract him into checking that he realises something else has changed. The roots beneath him are becoming less mossy and decidedly more flowery with every passing second: luminescent white buds that push their way up amongst the tree roots, opening in time to the rhythmic chime of his orbs. Each flower releases a perfume that sits somewhere between lavender and sandalwood.]

What on...? [So much for meditation. Zenyatta's already reaching down to cup a handful of the unseasonal little creations, head cocked to one side in fascination. Of course, he's been told about the effect of emotions here, but he wasn't expecting it to be quite so literal. Who would have guessed that this would be the form tranquillity took?

His gaze follows the line of flowers and green, down the roots and beyond, leaning further and further forward until suddenly he finds that he's not looking at the ground anymore but someone's foot. Feet, even. Covered in flowers. Slowly, he lifts his head and looks up into the owner's face.] ... ah. My apologies. Those appear to be mine.

prompt b aka snakes on another plane of existence

[Admittedly, this was not a task Zenyatta had planned to take on himself; for one thing he's not one for killing the local flora and fauna, regardless of how inconvenient they might be. For another, given how much of the city he still hasn't seen, he wouldn't have known where to start. It was only when he awoke from his nightly stasis to find two snakes curled around his body, seeking the radiant of his internal core, that he found himself admitting that perhaps snake-catching was somewhat more worthy of his time than he'd initially thought.

As it turns out, in fact, he's a real natural. Perhaps it's because they don't recognise his metal body as belonging to another living creature (they aren't to be blamed for their relative philosophical ignorance) but all Zenyatta has to do is settle himself down in a likely-looking spot and wait for them to come slithering out to meet him: across his shoulders, up the legs of his trousers, around his feet. True, they tend to snap and hiss when they realise that their perch is capable of moving and, indeed, capturing them, but the only snake to try his patience ended up with a mouthful of cold, hard titanium. Unfortunate. For the snake, at least.

Before the day is out he's collected an impressive quantity of snakes- but before he calls it a day Zenyatta finds himself hesitating, struck by a sudden thought. Which is why he's rounding on the first person he sees, touching their shoulder lightly with one hand and bowing his head in greeting before he makes his request.]

Excuse me. Would you check my back for snakes? [Zenyatta turns obligingly revealing a skeletal robotic spine- in between the vertebrates sits, yes, one very brightly coloured snake.

It's also tangled in a few of his wires. Because of course it is.]

prompt c

[A deep, thoughtful voice, rich with electronic reverb, comes floating over the amulet; somehow, it sounds like a glowing teal. It's also extraordinarily soothing. Occasionally he's interrupted by a little hum or ring, like a distant wind-chime.]

How wonderful! To think that we should all be connected by this strange contraption... it is a privilege to share in your thoughts, my friends. [and he means to stop there, but somehow he finds himself continuing:] But then, I would like to hope that I have nothing to hide.

[ooc: please feel free to hmu in a pm/ throw a wildcard at me if you want to work something else out!]

Edited 2016-10-18 21:00 (UTC)

B -- But he thought it was candy...

[It was the word 'licorice' that had brought Randel into the strange little bar, ducking through the entry and towering over everyone's heads as he looked around for where the samples might be. He had thought that a bar was a strange place to have such a test-- but, honestly, he's been to stranger locales and tried stranger things.

At the very least, he might meet a nice person. Or...so he thought.

Upon explaining what he understood of the flyer to the barkeep, he was greeted with...many, many pints of beer.

Randel eyed them with surprise. He knew it would take a lot more than that to get him drunk, but was there something that he misread?]

Uhm...

[He dipped down, examining the many glasses from all angles (and underneath the bar-- especially under the bar) before looking askance at the barkeep.]

But...licorice?

C -- Thinking out loud

I wonder where all the cats are at?

[It was an idle thought that Randel had no idea he had transmitted, fiddling with his amulet like he was while he passed through the outskirts of town with a bag of food tucked under his arms. A kind person had insisted on giving it to him after a simple act of helping someone carry their groceries that he hadn't expected repayment for... with their excuse being that he was so much taller than they were. It was impossible to just refuse the gift, because he didn't want to see disappointment in that person's eyes after the pleasant walk and conversation they had shared together

But he knew he wouldn't use a portion of the gift himself, so he wanted to put it to good use. And, there were always populations of feral cats and dogs where ever people lived....

Right?

He glanced down at the bag pensively, wondering how he was going to use all of this if he didn't find any cats.]

Wildcard

[Don't like a prompt? Make one up!]

[D - 1]
[At first Alice was proving at least somewhat useful in gathering crops. She's a little overeager about helping with the harvest maybe but at least she seems to be putting her whole heart into it - and sparkling away as she does so.

Now that the scarecrows have started causing trouble, Alice has found a new calling. The petite blond has her sleeves rolled up and is currently pointing a short sword at one of the pitchfork-bearing scarecrows. There may be a bit of fire sparking up from all the burning determination she feels which... well, wouldn't be so bad if this wasn't a field.]

You! Drop your weaponry at once!

[Because she may as well warn a creature made entirely of straw first. It feels like the right thing to do.]

[D - 3]
[Alright, dump positive emotions on them. Positive emotions. Alice is standing near a bushel of corn, her fists clenched as she commands the produce in an energetic tone.]

Think of all the people you will feed! Doesn't that excite you? Doesn't that make you want to be even more bountiful?!

[Does it? The corn itself seems to be indecisive. Alice pauses in her attempts at cheering on produce to look thoughtful.]

Perhaps I'm taking the wrong approach to this situation...

[E - 2]
[Everything here seemed to deal with emotions and emotions were the one topic Alice was decidedly poor with. At the moment she holds one of the light green orbs, her boots goopy from helping with cleaning before.

She holds the orb between both hands, brows raised as she considers it.]

So we... think about things we appreciate?

[She turns a glance to whomever is closest.]

Is that right?

[Wildcard]
[Feel free to throw new prompts at me, combine prompts, whatever! PM with any questions you may have.]

(ooc: All prompts are spoiler free, but threads will likely have SoJ spoilers)

[B - Street Fighter]

[The atmosphere was fully charged by the cheers from the crowd that has formed in the streets of Verens. A fight was going down between two combatants, though this was not born from unsettled grudges. This was just a fight for personal glory and bragging rights. In a world full of people with different abilities and powers, they meant absolutely nothing here. This was as street fight, using only the skills in hand-to-hand combat. This was something Dhurke could fall behind, not that he wouldn't mind trying his luck against someone with abilities, but this was more his pace. He was now moving onto his third match, so far beating the competition with only the use of his right arm. He hasn't fought an opponent yet that require the use of both his arms yet.]

Come on, is that all you got? I barely broke a sweat! [Says the man who was catching his breath with sweat falling from his forehead. But Dhurke didn't seem deter in the least, ready for some more action.]

[C/E - Thanks Gumshoe]

Are these little guys suppose to shoot confetti...? I think someone delivered the wrong set of explosives.

[There is no context as to what he is even thinking about, but he's currently down on the surface and examining a crate of supposedly positive emotion inducing orbs. Confetti could mean something positive, but he gets the feeling that's not going to help clear out this mess. If anything the confetti is just making an even bigger one.]

[D - Super spooky scarecrows]

[It may just be his looks or this unshakable confidence radiating from Dhurke that the scarecrows aren't trying to pester him as much as the others. Which is fine with him, that just means he could try and assist those who aren't having as much luck shooing away the scarecrows.]

Need some help there?

a. a moment of reflection
[Nahyuta is one who has always been more attuned to emotions than most, a product of both circumstance and of long spiritual practice. Regulation, balance, discipline, temperance: these are all things invaluable to a servant of the Holy Mother. It's no surprise that his inner calm, then, should manifest as a soft glow around him. It's not so bright as to be obvious, but subtly present nonetheless.

It also gives a visual indication of when he's letting his thoughts cloud his mind, when that soft aura grows dimmer and clouded itself. He knows he's worrying excessively about home, with all that has happened and has yet to be done, as well as his concerns of being thrown into this unfamiliar world and all he has yet to learn. Which is why, as early as dawn, he's found a secluded part of the city for reflection, thumbing his prayer beads and reciting a mantra beseeching the Holy Mother to continue to give him strength.

Gradually, the soft glow begins to return, though his eyes remain closed and he lapses into contemplative silence. A butterfly accompanies the glow and flits over to land on Nahyuta's shoulder.]

b. dragon hunting
[The concern of rising monster populations on the task board intrigued Nahyuta, though perhaps for reasons other than what the original request had intended. So he'd set out for the city in the hopes that he might catch a glimpse of a dragon -- or even to stop and admire the wyvern mounts used in the city.

A stray thought passes though his amulet, to anyone who might overhear:]

In my homeland, dragons are considered auspicious creatures, yet others would consider them monstrous creatures to be feared. This land seems to have that much in common with my own... I wonder why that is so?

f. monk vs zombies
[For all that he's being slowly surrounded by skeletal scientists, Nahyuta seems very calm about the situation, and seems more interested in delivering a sermon than defending himself.]

Your putrid existences are an affront to both the living and the dead. Come, and I will deliver your last rites, so that your souls can be laid to rest at last.

[One of them lunges for him, and Nahyuta simply steps out of the way as he continues his lecturing. Maybe someone should interrupt, before he runs the risk of getting himself killed...?]

[Marinette was thrumming with glee as she made her way through the streets. She loved shopping in Verens' strange markets; so many things to see, wares to browse through, and smells to enjoy. Today was an exceptionally lucky day for her, for clutched in her hands were a couple rolls of colorful, soft fabric that she'd purchased off of one of the vendors. She'd never encountered fabric like this before and already the creative juices were flowing with ideas on what to make with her new find.]

[She's so distracted with her good mood and thought process that she doesn't notice the happy trail of tiny red lights that trail in her wake; upon closer inspection, one would see that they actually take the shape of tiny red ladybugs. She's also so distracted that she doesn't notice the unevenness of the ground as she steps down one street, which causes her to lose her footing.]

WAUGH!!

C

...think that if I were to use that shade of orange, yeah, that looks really classy! Hmm... would adding green make it look too pumpkin-y? ...Oh wait, but if I did this...

[Anyone tuning into the crystals right now would find themselves overhearing what sounds like a stream of conscious from the young designer. So in the groove of her work, she hardly notices that her thoughts are being projected all throughout the crystal network, nor the mental image that forms in her mind as she works.]

Hmm... yeah, I think I like that. Not too flashy, but... yeah. Yeah, this could really work! ...Maybe a nice hat or shawl to go with it...

D (mix of 1 and 2)

Go on! Shoo! You can't be eating these!

[It was a weird request, being asked to scare away rabbits from the carrot patches, but once she realized just how many rabbits there were, Marinette realized that she would probably be needing her spots in order to take care of this job. Ducking into a secluded area, she quickly transformed and was off.]

[Swinging through the patch as Ladybug was a lot easier, and her dramatic entrances were enough to scare away the small rabbits. She took a break to let out a sigh, wiping her brow. She felt bad scaring such cute bunnies, but it was better than having them eat everything.]

This is almost too easy... [She blinked as she heard a growl from behind her. Blinking, the masked hero turned around, surprised to see an entire mob of scarecrows approaching, holding pitchforks and... torches??]

U-Um... hi?

Edited 2016-10-18 22:41 (UTC)

B - Street Fight

[It's been a week since Soundwave arrived on this planet and the information he had gotten was a lot to take in. He walked aimlessly while he tried to gather his thought on this situation. A world ruled by emotions. Supernatural beings. Not only that, back on his world Soundwave witnessed Optimus Prime raised a titan with a command. A miracle. Which makes Optimus a true Prime.

But there's something much more important, what will happened to Optimus Prime and Arcee. They were about to face Galvatron before Soundwave was taken to this world. He worried that it may not go so well without him.

His worries was interrupted by the loud cheers coming from the crowd. Filled with curiosity, Soundwave decided to take a look at what the crowds were gathering for. What he saw was something he doesn't like at all.

A group of people fighting and it seems to be an entertainment to the crowds. Soundwave was upset, not because of the street fight, but because he remembered that time he was at the gladiator arena, watching his own kind battling each other and where he met Megatron-- He cringed at the thought. The thought of his former leader-- no, that traitor pummeled Soundwave's mood down even further. Cracks started to form under Soundwave's feet. He had enough of this sight and walk away from the scene wanting to calm his mind in a desolate place.]

D1 - The attack of the hay-man

[While in his alt mode Soundwave watched the organics working on the field at a far distance. He question himself whether he should help with the corps considering he have no idea how harvesting organic plants work. Still, he's trying to be a better person so maybe he should anyway. Can't improve an relationship if you just stay and watch. He was about to help when he spot a group of scarecrows armed with weapons.

That doesn't seem good.

Soundwave quickly accelerate towards the groups of straw mannequin to intercept them, he hit the brake and transform into his robot mode. Soundwave doesn't have his weapon aimed at them yet. Instead he tried a diplomatic approach.]

I suggest you stand down and drop your weapons. Or else I will be force to put you down.

[Well, "tried".]

F1+2 - Skeleton Scientist and Flying Inanimate Objects

[Soundwave for the most part is guarding the parties from the skeletons and the flying equipments. Fighting them is a really easy task for someone who's made of metal and their weapons are not effective against him at all. Although, the stethoscopes are a little bit annoying to deal with. Not wanting to waste his ammos needlessly, he opts to use his fist instead. Still, using his fist is not nearly enough to dispatch the groups of skeleton]

Annoying creatures.

[Transforming into his alt mode. Soundwave drives around the area knocking any skeletons that was in his path and keeping watch on anyone who isn't an enemy to avoid crashing into them.]

[Alternatively, he can be found helping anyone --or you-- in a disadvantageous situation. Either by knocking the skeletons with his alt mode or using his body to protect them from the scalpels or needles. Either way, Soundwave is going to turn around and ask.]

Are you alright?

Wildcard

[Don't see any prompt you like? Feel free to throw me your own!]

[ooc: Soundwave's height is reduced to 7'5"]

Edited 2016-10-19 00:10 (UTC)

B - The Ring Boss ||

"That the best you got?"

The southern drawl is said through a mouthful of blood, a broken nose gushing across his lips as he smirks, goading his opponent into a trap. Been awhile since he's fought bare-knuckle, but has to admit it's quite the exciting rush. His opponent rushes in, and he dodges, sidestepping and managing to elbow them in the back to topple them over.

"Come on, 'm practically fallin' asleep here-!" It's nothing like the fights he's used to. Deadlock, Blackwatch, and Talon- all of them were far more skilled than anyone here, and it gives him an easy win- even if he'd let the opponent get a few licks in. With another few motions, he slams his metal fist into the side of his opponent's skull, knocking them down for the count.

He wipes the blood off his face with the back of his ungloved right hand, grinning out at the crowd.
"Come on, that the best y'all got?" He looks around the crowd, tries to find someone to fight him. "I'll make a bet- first person who can knock me down gets all my winnings for the night!"

Hopefully someone will face him that's a challenge- maybe one of the strangers, like himself.

D - Scarecrows ||

Mercenary work tended to be a bit... different than this. Thievery, assassination, kidnapping- he's had to do it all, for the greater good. There wasn't a job McCree took that wasn't just, and he'd like to remind himself of that every time he had to face what he's done, not just as a mercenary but as a member of Blackwatch. Good of the many outweigh the few, kill one life to spare a million and all.

Which is why he finds it so strangely refreshing when most of the "hero for hire" ads on the town bulletin are something like trying to calm down some sentient scarecrows that have taken up arms against farmers trying to harvest their crops. Odd. But the likelyhood of anyone getting hurt or him having to do anything illegal are low.

His spurs jingle as he heads to the fields, his peacekeeper pistol holstered and the cigar in his mouth unlit. Should be easy enough, right? Just gotta talk to them, calm them down. Except the moment he enters the field, he feels eyes on him, sees the gleam of a pitchfork in the tall corn stalks.

Well. Could be a little less creepy.

"Alrighty, there, easy now. I ain't here to hurt you." He holds his hands up in surrender, trying to minimize his threatening demeanor. "Just want to talk."

Apparently, however, they didn't. One scarecrow jabs its pitchfork towards him, and another rushes him from behind, causing him to tumble. A yelp, a yell, and he sees someone else in the distance.
"Hey-!" He shouts, tossing a straw-stuffed nightmare off of him.

"Mind givin' me a hand?!"

F - Questionable Liquid ||

This was probably not his best idea.

Already bad enough hospitals gave him the creeps, even ones that were bright and clean and shiny, filled with friendly looking staff. But this? This was a goddamn nightmare waiting to happen. The medical center seemed to be abandoned, and he'd already run into some of the roving skeletons of the previous researchers. They were easy enough to dispose of, but that wasn't exactly why he was here. No, he was looking for shards.

"Place gives me the creeps..." He mutters to himself as his footsteps echo down another abandoned hallway, his hand on his peacemaker. Ever ready, ever vigilant. He needs to just collect a few shards from that strange, dark pink liquid that seems to be collected in random buckets and beakers.

He finds one in what looks like an abandoned surgical suite, and he grimaces as he sticks his fingers into the liquid to retrieve it. It's sticky to the touch, he thinks, considering how it clings to the metallics of his prosthetic arm. Carefully, he holds up the shard to look at it in the dim light-

And is struck by a sensation that almost sends him to his knees, like the breath has been knocked out of him by grief and anguish. Memories flash before his eyes, churning in his brain as he grips at the operating table, accidentally knocks it over in his hurry to get out of there.

This had been a bad idea. And it was about to get worse, as he stumbles through the operating doors and straight into another person.

A

[ Galen was fairly certain he'd died. Of course things had been hectic and confusing in those final few moments. He'd fully expected he'd die then you know, become one with the Force or something. He really didn't have a clear idea. He was pretty sure it wasn't this though. And talking with more people in regards to it just raised more questions, though it seemed pretty clear at least that he was, in fact, still alive. Which was a good thing! Very good.

What he needed was to clear his thoughts. Find some focus. Reflect on this.. second chance of a sort. He'd spent his entire young lifetime immersed in darkness and all sorts of Bad Stuff, he'd only just begun to claw his way out. And clearing his thought could only mean a bit of meditation. He sucked at meditation. He still tried though, frequently.

He'd found the perfect spot. A nice serene little clearing, empty save for a few flat boulders and the grass. He sat down on one of them and attempted the whole meditate thing. As per the usual, and especially now, his mind was a swirl of emotion. Fear about what had happened, frustration, undirected anger... however unlike the usual where he just spends a frustrating few minutes struggling to find focus this time... the rock he was sitting on just cracked under his own distress. He'd of course heard how emotions could effect surrounding and all that nonsense but he wasn't expecting. This.

Taken by ridiculous surprise, he tumbled backwards in an inelegant heap and then sat bolt upright looking seven sorts of embarrassed and scandalized, hoping no one saw him. ]

D-1

[ The scene was a gruesome one. Straw everywhere. Some bits slightly singed. Galen looked pleased. Sometimes you were at a point where you just needed to vent your frustrations somehow. And sometimes the solution came flailing at you trying to poke you with a pitchfork.

Did the animated scarecrow deserve to be sliced in half with a lightsaber? Maybe not but Galen certainly felt much better after clipping it back on his belt. ]

D-2

[ Why was he holding this many rabbits? He wasn't certain quite how he'd gotten into this mess. Someone yelled at him to grab a few invaders, and then someone handed him a few, and then suddenly he was alone in a field with an arm full of squirmy rabbits. He wasn't even mad. Just oh so incredibly confused, a few murky bubbles drifting aimlessly around him. ]

...Help?

[ Nothing in his training every prepared him for dealing with small fuzzy things. ]

[C] hello, is it me you're looking for
[ She's been what some might call "people watching" for awhile now from her spot on the stone ledge of a water fountain. She sits with legs crossed, one over the other, long strands of pink cascading down her shoulders and painted nails of pink tapping rhythmically at the stone beneath her. Her thoughts she's kept mostly to herself, having not exactly dabbled much in the way of the amulet and the strange sort of telepathy that comes with it.

However, today she can't help but wonder and so asks, voice calm yet disappointed at the same time. ]

Are there so few vampires here?

[D-1] if he only had a brain
[ Krul watches while others gather what they can of the crops. It's strange to her to think that this is what humans survive off of. Things that can die so easily be it from weather, animals, or humans themselves with chemicals and pollution and a plethora of other things that often leave their resources dwindling. It amazes her sometimes that they've survived as long as they have and she decides that, no, they don't require her help for survival and that can be left up to them.

Turning to leave, she's stopped by a rather tall scarecrow. To be fair, practically everyone and everything for that matter is taller than her. Still, she's far from helpless when approached with a situation and she's never one to be afraid of others.

She's calm but firm with her words, an unamused expression on her face when she mutters to the scarecrow: ]

Move, straw bag.

[D-2] here comes peter cottontail
[ She's never seen so many rabbits before in her 2000 years of existing. They're tiny and fluffy and cute and she can't help but stare at them as they nibble and munch on the carrots in the carrot patch. At this rate, all that will be left will be green leaves and paw prints in the dirt.

She looks down when she feels a tug and catches sight of a rabbit nibbling on the end of her long, flowing skirt. A tilt of her head, she smiles albeit halfheartedly. ]

Somehow I doubt that tastes good.

[ Crouching down, she picks the nibbling rabbit up in her hands and stares at it with crimson eyes; it's strange how innocent such a creature can appear. ] This is what you want. [ Reaching towards the ground, she plucks a carrot from the dirt and holds it up to the rabbit's mouth, watching as it begins to furiously nibble again. ]

Much better, right?

[ Feeding the rabbit like this is somehow... calming to her and she finds herself sitting in the carrot patch with the nibbling rabbit in her lap, guiding the carrot towards its mouth. So much for trying to chase them out? Painted nails of pink gently caress over the top of the rabbit's head and she feels a bubble of contentment rise up within her...

...along with actual bubbles suddenly drifting around which, of course, she stares at in confusion with those crimson eyes of hers. Since when did carrot patches have bubbles appear like this? ]

[F] she had a cocktail in her hand and confetti in her hair
( warning: blood )

[ It's not the usual way she's drank blood before but with being here now and away from "home", it seems like blood bags are the only means of satisfying her hunger for blood. There's always of course the more common known way her kind indulges in their thirst with a sharp bite to the neck of a human but considering where she is now and the fact that blood was to only be drank in such a way on the battlefield (should you follow certain laws that is), she settles for the blood bag, likening it to the livestock they held within the vampire city of Sanguiem.

She walks down the streets, blood bag in her small hands and stops when she feels that burn in her throat; the thirst for blood.

Never one to be shy about what she is, she tears into the plastic with sharp fangs and sucks on the blood that jostles around in the plastic between her fingers. It's only after a moment of drinking that her brows furrow and she tears the bag away from her mouth, spitting out the blood onto the concrete around her. What she also spits from her mouth and sticks to her lips is confetti. Glittery red confetti. She squeezes the bag, blood pouring out along with a neverending glittering mess of red confetti. She can feel her anger boiling - cracks beginning to bleed in the concrete around her - as she squeezes every last drop of blood and confetti out of the bag, trickling down her arm and onto the concrete in splashes of thick red crimson. ]

What the hell is this?!

WILDCARD
( Don't like any of the prompts? Feel free to throw something else my way. )

A.

[He had a fiery temper, they always said. Ha ha, really funny. Somehow he doesn't see how this weird planet, or world, had any right to poke fun at his expense by making his emotions into concentrated balls of fiery annoyance.]

[While that may have seemed cool at first, it was starting to become a problem. Which is why he's currently trying to apologize for accidentally igniting this one poor native's hanging plant after someone rolled their bicycle over his foot. It was a quick burst of anger but it was enough to do in the madam's petunias.]

Look, I'm sorry. I can try to replace them?

B.

[Well, living off the locals wasn't going to be forever, and honestly, Keith really didn't care to depend on strangers if he could avoid it. He hadn't the foggiest idea of where to start with looking for an actual job. It was kind of a jarring shift to go from "Defender of the Universe" to ...tavern dish washer or something equally mundane like that.]

[Ask him to pilot a robotic lion through space? Sure he's all over it. Ask him to work customer service? ...Eeeeh.]

[But then the task board caught his attention. All right, odd jobs he could do. It wasn't like he hadn't done stuff like that for money when he lived out in the desert. You couldn't be can goods with your good looks, after all. His eyes skim the listings, passing over ones that didn't seem interesting or logical. He came across one that stood out. Street fights, huh?]

[So, that's exactly where he was. Standing on his end of the "ring". Sweaty and bruised he puts his fists up and tightens his stance. One down, one chunk of pay, all he had to do was keep going. He was tense and looked calm, but the air around him was warm. Could intensity be an emotion? If so he's radiating it.]

[Care to step into the ring? He's kind of just a punk kid, but his last opponent probably lost his match from underestimating him.]

D.

[Okay, so he'd been told not to outright attack the scarecrows. They were just doing their job really and the farmers really couldn't spend time or money investing in new ones later when their crops were failing. They needed to be calmed]

[Right. He could do this. What would Shiro do in this situation, he's the only one of them with any sort of calm.]

[He approaches carefully to the stomping scarecrow with the ...not so nice pitchfork with his hands up in a placating gesture. He even tries to smile.]

Hey um, buddy. You should calm down or ...something.

[That sounded lame even to him. Ugh, he's not cut out for this. Though the scarecrow does seem to relent a little. Was it working? He moves a little closer.]

See, we're just trying to heaauUU-- Hey!

[Keith just barely dodges getting forked like a cooked casserole. He leaps back and then pulls out his bayard with a growl.]

Okay, then we try this your way!

[Someone should probably step in.]

i. and get ready to face the floor

[The biggest difference between this and what he did when he was a boy is that Dio is holding back.]

[When he was a boy, it was about being as quick and as vicious as possible. The speed was necessary to avoid being struck, and the viciousness was necessary to land the deciding blow as soon as possible. This, however, requires a touch of showmanship. Just enough to give the fight something akin to a narrative, and the illusion that it's not truly as imbalanced as it is.]

[Surprisingly, Dio doesn't mind quite so much holding back as he anticipated he would. Which isn't to say that it isn't completely without frustration; as far as Dio is concerned, The World is part of his natural strength and skill, but he understands by the rules of the ring laid here that using The World could very well rob him of his cash prize. Restriction of the world, aside, however, Dio has always found an exquisite sort of pleasure in toying with prey. In the ring, this means not taking his opponent down in a single blow, and occasionally allowing them to land a strike of their own. Though not too many. No, by now, he's built enough of a reputation that it's well-known the chances of him losing are next to none; he can afford to get his opponent riled up by their inability to hit him instead of providing the audience with the false hope that perhaps he's lost momentum finally.]

[And there is a certain amount of grace and style in the way Dio moves, be it an offensive or defensive movement. He reads his opponents perfectly to stretch the fight as long as he needs to go, and then with one final punch, they fall down.]

[Dio stands in stark contrast to his opponent. While they lay on the ground, dirty with blood and sweat, writhing about and moaning in pain, Dio stands perfectly still, untouched and pristine with the exception of a splatter of blood on his face. Dio reaches up with a thumb and wipes the other man's blood off his cheek as a pair of people move out from the crowd to collect the fallen fighter. Dio licks the pad of his thumb, surveying the crowd in a silent challenge for his next competitor.]

ii. you can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella

[In Cairo, Dio would stay awake right until the sky began to change colors. He would force himself to stay for as long as possible, but it was always within brief moments of the sun beginning to peak over the skyline that he was forced to retreat inside his coffin and plunge himself back into the safety of darkness.]

[He didn't do it out of some existential angst, mind you. He didn't long for the sun and he wasn't prone to wax poetic about the divides between himself and other creatures that occupied the waking hours. It was more of a test. Dio ruled over much, but not the sun. So, those mornings acted as his quiet rebellion and challenge to the power of the sun.]

[This morning in Verens, Dio walks outside when it is already mid-morning. He carries himself tall, walking with authority and the bearing someone who was born to aristocracy. Except that he has not entirely defeated the sun here. Oh no, above his head is a parasol that provides him with his own personal shade. After some experimentation, he found the direct sunlight to not be nearly as harmful as it once was, but still powerful enough to give him nasty burns and leave him feeling mildly exhausted. Dio doesn't carry his own parasol and maintain his own shade, however. He prefers keeping both of his hands free.]

[Instead, he has a little help from a rather large friend following close behind him.]

[So, really, it's generally recommended that others move out of their way as they approach, or else they'll find themselves being given a sharp, withering look that's more than capable of letting one's blood run cold as Dio waits to hear an apology or an excuse for not moving.]

[This wasn't a very beautiful job at all, but someone had to help out. Jae-Ha figured he was as good as anyone, since even with the slimy edges, he could usually get enough of a foot's grip on the side to jump back up. It looks like someone else isn't so lucky.

Don't worry! However this stranger might have been falling, Jae-Ha seems to drop out of the sky, sliding on the goo only a little before one hand grips onto a tree and the other reaches down to grasp their hand.]

[Hello, he'll just go ahead and pull them up now.]

[It doesn't matter where Jae-Ha ends up or why, he just can't stay on the ground. He takes to the skies again today, a green figure in the sky that doesn't seem bound by any type of gravity. ...Except for how he always has to touch down eventually, of course.

In this case, he lands right next to someone else, a blast of wind rustling clothing and everything else in the area as he makes a show of making it as graceful as possible. As he stands, he offers a smile and a tilt of his head.]

[With one of his hands, he drops confetti over the poor unsuspecting person in question, his other one offering forward a... coupon? For some sort of cheesy fake bath and body works?]

[Advertising at its finest.]

Wildcard!

[You know how it goes!]

A.

[ one of the things that he'd picked up on almost immediately was how emotions worked in this place. it was something he'd dreamed about being true, something that he thought would be really cool - emotions taking physical form, being reflected not just in a person's facial expression, but in the very environment around them.

the thought had occured to him, though, that it would be neat if you could sort of decide how things would manifest themselves, and it was something that he felt like could be done. maybe should be done; it felt like the kind of thing he ought to do, in fact.

so the boy (who, from behind, can be mistaken for a girl) has set himself up in the park. since he's in a good mood, his happiness has opted to manifest itself as lights like will-o-wisps, dancing around him. his eyes are carefully focused on one, and he's looking as intent as one can as a fifteen year old boy, like this is a life or death situation.

the light bobs, weaves, and then - for the briefest of moments - flickers, like it went from giving off a light the color of natural sunlight to a fluorescent, almost harsh light, before going back to normal. since he's pretty sure nobody's looking to see him be such a gigantic dork, he fistpumps in an overexaggerated motion - YES. HE DID IT!!! LOOK!!! IT'S NOT MUCH BUT MAYBE YOU CAN DO WEIRD STUFF WITH ALL THIS EMOTION!!!

... this is followed immediately by looking around to make sure nobody was actually paying attention to him, because he will be embarrassed forever if somebody saw that.]

C.

[ 'telepathy', huh. this was also the sort of thing that he'd dreamed about. rion enjoyed signing to people, the little things you could do with sign language that weren't as immediately obvious in spoken word, but sometimes (okay, a lot of the time) it would be nice if he could just say what he meant. telepathy would solve all of that, even though he wouldn't really want anyone... like, probing his thoughts.

deep breath. here we go. give it a try. his face is scrunched up in exaggerated, totally unnecessary concentration--]

Can anyo-

[ he jumps almost to the sky in shock. perhaps not that far, but it's a leap of surprise that must be augmented by emotion, because he looked like a tiny michael jordan there. holy crap, did that just- ]

I- I can hear me! Holy crap this is so cool I'm hearing my own voice even though I can't talk! [ he's still talking after that, mind, but it has basically devolved into just noises, almost like what you'd expect from a baby who still has not figured out how language works. they are the most delighted noises you can possibly imagine. he has not, in fact, figured out that he's still transmitting these to everyone around. ]

C

[After fiddling around with the amulet for a few extra days as a precaution, examining it and others to confirm there was no real harm in it she finally decides to comfortably give it a go. Her tone is calm although there's a touch of uncertainty to it.]

I seem to have accidentally acquired a small garden. Could I ever ask for assistance in tending to it? I'm not a gardener by trade...

D: Bunnies everywhere

[Who is she to turn down a local celebration? Mercy isn't going to stand by and not help others set up and celebrate. She's trying to help gather up carrots for the festival and it isn't many steps into the carrot patch before she's tip-toeing around and gently trying to shoo away all sorts of rabbits.] Now, now. We need these as well. Go on.

[She's kneeling down and attempting to shoo another small, tan rabbit away. That is until another one is creeping up from behind her and trying to pounce on her. A slightly bigger white rabbit is poised to pounce upon the unsuspecting Mercy. Is it time to make sure she doesn't get a surprise rabbit bite or maybe watching would be more fun.]

F: Skeleton warriors dun dun dun

[As much as Mercy would love to say that she was able to stand against all odds, serve and protect whenever the need arises there was a faint trace of discomfort over the skeletons that arose to try and defend their work. Ever the one to avoid conflict she doesn't seem to be trying to actively take them down. Instead there's twirls of her staff to try and get around them and to anything she finds valuable.]

Excuse me! [She's attempting to be polite to skeletons. Another light tap of her staff as she twirls around it. Perhaps it's because she doesn't want to desecrate the dead or because she can't imagine fighting skeletons yet but she can't manage to do any real damage to stop them.] This is extremely inconvenient. What's making them do this?

Wildcard!
[For any ideas, shenanigans or other nonsense a person may come up with!]

[B - Caperon Automobiles]

[Zelos hadn't really read the taskboard as much as he'd casually glanced at it, but c'mon, 'attractive and stylish' people? That prompt practically had his name on it.]

[Only it probably hadn't, and when he showed up to the warehouse, he'd wished he'd taken a closer look. There were some things he could understand, but an automated tricycle? Who were they even making that for?]

[Zelos wanted to bail, but his pride wouldn't let him. Were tricycles cool? Hell no. But if there was someone who could make them cool, it was Zelos Wilder.]

[After making sure he's properly dressed, he heads out into town. Whether he feels shame or not is unclear because he's playing this as absolutely cool as he can. Somehow, he manages to attract a few stragglers, and before long, he's leading a a tricycle gang, complete with fangirls.]

[Clearly, this menace must be stopped. Is your character up to the challenge?]

[F-1]

[Zelos wasn't really a fan of work (in so many words), but a good deal of the jobs on the taskboard were right up his alley. Beating up a few wimpy skeletons? That he could handle.]

[What he hadn't counted on was a room of lab equipment trying to kill him. As he ducked behind a desk to avoid a flying stapler, he was beginning to sorely regret telling the rest of the party he could handle this room alone.]

[Someone come back to check on this idiot?]

[F-2/G?]

[He thought he'd been in the clear when he managed to make it out of the lab, but as it was, nothing seemed to be going right for Zelos Wilder. Somebody had taken a bucket of the questionable liquid back into the city for 'testing,' and of course, it had been dropped. Right onto Zelos.]

[He's good enough at hiding his emotions that he can get by for awhile, but soon it's apparent that the redhead isn't his usual obnoxious self. From his crossed arms to the scowl that's found its way onto his face, it's clear that he's not in a good mood. Eventually he has enough, and he flies to the roof of a nearby building.]

[He's hoping for quiet, but his wings are bright enough to be seen from half a mile away.]

[Wildcard]

[Up to you! If you wanna plot, feel free to hit up this journal.]

Edited 2016-10-19 22:45 (UTC)

F1
[Convenient: destroying people who are already dead is pretty low on the moral reprehensibility scale.

Inconvenient: they're literally reanimated skeletons, and weak nerds or not, they're defensive of their work. Hazel discovers this unpleasantly, after he (very impressively, if you ask him) delivers a kick direct to the skull of one. The skull cracks off its neck, but the body— the body keeps moving, lunging with whatever supernatural nerd grudge fuels it. It's not like it was looking around with eyes before, so this shouldn't be as surprising as it suddenly is.]

Oh— That ain't right. [get this thing away from him before it's too close to get kicked in the chest-!!]

wildcard
[hit me]

B
[Now, Count D does not look like someone particularly equipped to deal with much of the requests on the task board. He looks and dresses like someone whose life goal is to lounge around on antique sofas looking aloof and judgmental, and honestly - it is. And double honestly, he's really good at it.

A lot of these requests seem to involve actual work and physical activity is the thing, and he'd definitely break one of those pretty nails doing any of that. Which is why he seems to be eyeing the request by a one Serenity Thras, for a new pet—]

She won't even search for a pet herself...? [He says this mostly to himself, with idle curiosity— and then frowns. It's a perfectly normal frown, but the edges of Miss Thras' request are... curling? Are they smoking?] Even a dung beetle deserves more respect.

[why's this dude so pressed about pets]

G
[D's next foray into having a Weird Day is very simple— someone is handing out free cupcakes, and his sweet tooth is goddamn desperate for sugar. It's been a whole few hours. He needs it.

The problem: It's advertised as confetti cake. Usually, this is cute and fun.

This time, it's literal pieces of paper confetti, a few of them the shiny kind that's basically just big glitter. He's already taken a bite... and the color literally drains from the area a couple feet around him the moment he realizes his grave error.]

wildcard
[u kno]

(B-1)

[He really shouldn't be doing this. Given the kind of responsibility he has back home, it ought to be beneath him. And yet, for someone with Guren's personality, there's an undeniable allure to it. Plus, it seems to pay well.

We're talking about the street fighting gig, of course. And since Guren is a cocky prick, he's gone out of his way to challenge the reigning "champ." It's not a scheduled fight. Guren has deliberately provoked this guy, and now it's on.

Two problems: first, Guren is used to fighting with his powerful cursed gear, which isn't allowed; second, he's so used to swordplay that his fisticuffs are not quite up to par. He's rusty, and his opponent isn't – so, yeah, it doesn't seem like this is going to end well. Guren still has his endurance and willpower, but before long he should probably call it quits. His opponent is getting in shot after shot, but Guren still really doesn't want to go down.]

Ha… is that all you've got? C'mon. If you're… actually the strongest person out here, then I'm going to get… really bored. Ha… haha…

(B-2)

[That could have gone better. Guren can be found on the streets of Verens after the fight with a black eye, a limp, and blood dripping from his brow. He's not in the best mood?]

What are you looking at?

(D-2)

[Guren is taking his job as keeper of the crops very seriously. Haha, no, he's not. He's actually taking a nap, slumped up a little against a pile of hay. It looks cozy, but it also means the rabbits are free to do as they please.

Guren only wakes up once one of the bunnies starts nibbling on the hem of his pants.]

… The hell?

[Guren shoos the rabbit away, then sighs. The bunnies have taken over. There are at least a dozen of them going to town on the nearby crops, and Guren grunts in annoyance. He stands and looks around, trying to spot someone who may be able to help.]

Hey. Hey! Yeah, you. [He motions towards the field that's getting ravaged.] You got a second to help with pest control?

((OOC: If you're interested in prompt B-1, your character can either be the current "champ" fighting Guren, they can be a spectator, or they can be involved with the fighting ring some other way. I'm open to wildcard responses as well! If you have any other ideas, I love plotting, so feel free to shoot me a PM.))

A
[It had taken some time to get used to everything here; the new world, the strange people, the new... challenges this new world provided. Emotions affecting the world around them was one thing that Ana was still getting used to. She thought that she was a relatively composed person, but even she found that sometimes, strange things would pop up due to her moods.]

[Like right now. She was just sitting at one of the small cafes, enjoying a nice cup of tea. Though made with herbs she'd never heard of before, she marveled at how similar it tasted to the blends she enjoyed back home. Nostalgic joy filled her at her first sip, and she couldn't help the way her lips tugged into a warm smile. It was almost like enjoying a small taste of her old life back home, reminding her of happier times in her youth...]

[She blinked, noticing something purple floating in her vision. Looking up, she notices a few petals floating through the air around her. Lotus petals, if she's not mistaken. She blinks in surprise, then lets out a little chuckle, taking another sip of her tea.]

[This place sure was strange... yet, it did have its charms.]

B - Operation: Sleeping Bear
[Who knew why a bear would need to make a nest, of all things? Ana was beyond asking such questions, focused on their task at hand. If all went well, the job would be simple; go in, dart the bear, and load it and its nest into the strange steam-powered vehicle so that it could be relocated elsewhere. She was the one who opted to put the brute to sleep as opposed to killing it; after all, it was just protecting its nest, a concept that she could understand.]

[She was a respectable distance away, looking at the bear through the scope of her rifle. She'd already swapped out her usual bullets with a tranquilizing dart, and cocked the dart into the barrel before looking at the members of her team.]

I'm ready when you are. Shall we tuck this mother bear into bed?

[Wildcard]
[Don't like the prompts? Feel free to come up with a new one! I'm open to some fun shenanigans :D]

A

So they really do do something here, huh.

[Kind of like having spiritual powers. Akihito watches everyone else and their effects from his seat at a café, sipping the coffee and waving away some errant bubbles.]

Like something out of a manga... Or an anime, I guess, since they're moving. Mitsuki would hate it here.

[........]

But I bet she wouldn't be so abusive if her true feelings showed~. Oh, let all the gods hear my prayer now, [clasping his hands as sparkles start to shine around him,] let Mitsuki Nase appear! Preferably wearing glasses! Dark rims to match her hair-- no, no, something light or woody to bring out her eyes!

[Look at all of those sparkles good lord. Don't be blinded!!]

D-2/C

[Getting hooked into helping was not his idea of a good time, especially not with catching rabbits-- but you know what, at least it's not being chased by youma. Small blessings, Akihito, small blessings.]

Ahh, shh, shh, it's okay little guy, don't be scared-- [and the rabbit leaps away from his grasping hands, leaving him atop some of the half-chewed carrots. Akihito sighs, getting on his hands and knees to crawl towards the white bunny.]

The faster we get through this, the sooner you can have some carrots that aren't these and I can go back to...

[He pauses in his advancement, staring down the rabbit.]

Go back to what? ... Moping about Kuriyama-san? [That's a thought that's clearly as day, hello everyone, those carrots are rotting.] ... It's better like this, too. This is practically the best way to avoid her, right? Being in an entirely different world? So I can't be too mad about it.

[He makes another clumsy grab for the white rabbit and ends up with a handful of rotted vegetables, making a face at it as he tosses it away.

... And now that his mind's stuck on her again, all of the crops are ending up this way; take his mind off of things or take him out of the field, preferably before this crop is ruined for good.]

wildcard

[throw me anything!!]

d

(1.

great. it's just his luck he'd be the one stuck with farming duty. he couldn't even have time to mope about it, unless he wants to risk ruining the crops, and apollo definitely doesn't want that hanging over his conscious. so he does his best to look on the bright side of things. yeah! there's always one of those. a little exercise in the great outdoors. sure, the weather isn't perfect, but it's better than being cooped up in his house with not a lot to do.

at least this way he can give back a little, help the people out. it may not be defending, but it's a start around here. and really, lawyer or not, apollo won't turn down those in need. he approaches the fields, ready to get started until... a swarm of armed scarecrows, one or two of them with torches, block his path. rather menacingly, at that. apollo jerks back, and he has... nothing to protect himself with.) Oh come on, who lets scarecrows have weapons!? Especially torches! Aren't you guys running the risk of letting yourselves on fire!?

(that actually causes them to hesitate, realizing he does have a valid point. don't they technically run the risk of the entire field going up in flames, too? maybe if he can just reason with them as to why fighting is such a bad idea, they'll let him go.)

(2.

this is something a bit more up to speed with apollo's tastes. simply chasing the bunnies out of the fields. it's an activity he has more fun with than the others, memories surfacing of a small, brown bunny he had years ago and how dearly he cared for it. it brings a smile to his face, one rarely seen, and he's practically glowing from the thought alone. he shoos the bunnies away with a smile and a soft command to scamper away from the crops everyone worked so hard on.

not long later, he comes across a rather adorable little white bunny, as though someone just picked up and shaped a lob of snow. and gave it... creepy red eyes? he doesn't think much of it, ready to just give it a little scare to get it out of the fields. this plan goes horribly awry when the furry little creature leaps at him, leaving apollo narrowly dodging what was sure to have been a rather nasty bite. he yelps as he continues dodging, eventually straight up running away from the little hell spawn.) When did rabbits become carnivorous!? Seriously, isn't this a bit much!? I didn't even do anything!

f

(1.

because of course apollo justice is the one stuck investigating nerd zombies. sure, he could've gotten something else, like a lovely meadow or a regal castle, but no. let's give him creepy labs with lights that flicker, nightmare inducing moans, you know, like something out of a horror movie. they may be weak, but apollo being stuck with only a large stick as his weapon is definitely not going to help matters much at all.

especially not when being pelted with various office supplies and backed more and more into a corner. he dodges notebooks, pens, small containers of paperclips and rubber bands, but the creepiest part is when long, not quite flesh colored arms reach out with weak moans. and apollo, in return, weakly swats them away with his stick. yeah, he's had better plans.) ... I'm seriously not cut out for this, I just want to go home.

(sos send help, idiot red lawyer in way over his head. almost literally, with how these zombies are starting to pile up.)

(3.

this was more like it. a simple collection job, all he needed to do was grab as many of these little crystals as possible, right? collecting evidence came easy to him, handling the liquid carefully based on the warning he was given before coming. pangs of sadness definitely washed over now and then, so he made a point to take breaks. not grab too much at once unless he wished to risk feeling real emotional pain.

but curiosity got the better of him, as he went about examining the rest of the room, just to take a peek and really learn what this place was all about. unknowingly, he moved just the wrong object on a shelf, which was apparently propping a few other things up. flipping through items unaware, it's moments later that a jar of said liquid wobbles over the edge just enough... to have the entirety of its contents dumped straight on apollo. he'd cry out in frustration over his misfortune, but something else hits him before the urge to do that.

it's like slamming into a boulder, the way every grieving and painful memory rushes back into his mind as though it happened only moments ago. names flow through his mind, one after the other, each hitting home more painfully than the one before it. dad. mom. clay. dhurke. faces flash alongside the names, bright and smiling like he wishes he remembered them. those dissipate, and he's only left with their crime scene photos. a young man his age with a knife in his chest. a man far older than him with three bullets in his chest. the feeling of falling over, a small crying baby in front, with the last memory being that of pain. a vague silhouette of a woman, one he couldn't pinpoint.

it's a slow, robotic movement as his arms raise up, fingers clenching in the fabric of his shirt as he hugs himself, staring down at the ground and trembling. using all of his power not to burst into tears right there. for those who dare to get close to him at a time like this, they'll hear him mumbling "i'm fine, i'm fine" over and over.

maybe if he says it enough, it'll be true.)

A
[ shinya's stopped off at a cafe for the moment, the enticing aroma of ground espresso luring him in and away from the hustle and bustle of the sidewalks and streets. if there's one thing he's missed, it's this little pleasure which he had never realized he had taken for granted prior to coming here; there was a moment or two where he thought he would never be able to smell or grind his own coffee again. he settles on just one bag for now of the beans that pique his interest the most but also decides to indulge in a latte since, after everything, a little treat can't hurt anything.

outside on the patio, he sits by himself at a table, his bag of purchased coffee beans set aside for when he has a chance to grind them later. nothing to eat for now but having enjoyed a small sample of something the employee offered him, he twirls a toothpick between his fingers while he watches others pass by before he decides to enjoy his drink. and by enjoy, that's playing with it.

using the point of the toothpick, he dabs various dots across the surface of the latte, dragging lines off to one side and then to the other, imagination running wild as he creates the little bit of art in the mug. the image he begins to create is one he sees in his dreams every night, one that's been with him for a few years now and will continue to until the day he dies. but it's the wandering thoughts he has regarding high school memories that cause the trickle of emotions to flow. from warm and pleasant to laughter and late nights, they're fond memories and ones he holds close to him, sparking a quiet warmth inside him.

the finished product for latte art this time is the face of a tiger - byakkomaru to him - and he smiles at how the big cat turned out. near his feet, through the cracks in the cement, flowers had begun to grow and reach high towards the sky at the pleasant memories, petals so bright and rich in colour. noticing the bit of company he now has winding around his leg, he tilts his head, smile coming to his lips. emotions, hm? ]

Well look at that. It actually works.

C
[ shinya's not paying much attention to the amulet that rests against his chest as he looks over the assortment of jams, spreads, and maramalades that are before him. he's a fiend for these and always enjoys a fruity spread on bread to snack on whenever the mood strikes him. but ah, decisions need to be made and he taps at his amulet while he mulls over the choices, one catching his eye then. ]

Oh? This is different, isn't it?

[ he pauses when he hears his voice and smiles as he takes the jar of jam in hand and looks it over. so that telepathy bit actually works, does it? colour him impressed. ]

Peach-raspberry jam. That's something I've never had before.

D[2]
[ he's heard the expression multiply like rabbits but this is a little ridiculous. shinya stands before the crops with arms crossed as he takes in the situation before him. they're rabbits and so they shouldn't be too difficult to round up and dispose of. of course there's word of a certain white rabbit with red eyes that seems to be a little on the difficult side and so he keeps an eye out for that one in particular; the quicker he can get rid of that one, the better for everyone else.

nearby, he spots a few people who seem to be struggling with the shooing of rabbits, chasing them around by whatever means they can and with whatever methods that come to mind in hopes to maybe scare them off. watching, he seems unimpressed for a moment but smiles then and decides to head over. ]

I don't know if what you're doing is really working but maybe we could try something else.

wildcard
( feel free to! )

D2/C

[ Having come out to the field to help with shooing away the sudden rabbit invasion, Philia was ... well, she was trying her best at getting them to leave, at least. Honestly, it's probably a little pathetic to watch, with her waving her arms and alternating between "Please go!" to startle them and "Ah, forgive me!" if they seem particularly startled by her. The priestess is trying her best here, really.

Unfortunately, she ends up tripping over a few upended carrots, falling flat on her face and causing her glasses to go sailing off somewhere in the patch. If it wasn't seen, then people nearby might be hearing about it telepathically instead, as Philia desperately pats around her immediate area in a panic. ]

My glasses ...! Ahh, it's no good, I can't see through these bushes ...!

[ ... There are no bushes, only carrots. Her eyesight is just that bad. ]

F3

[ Most people would stay the hell away from questionable liquids found in equally questionable areas. Philia instead can be found kneeling down next to the stuff, digging through her bag to fish out a small bottle. ]

Maybe I could ...

[ Unless she's stopped, she's going to be scooping some of that stuff up into the bottle she gets out, and ... laughing to herself? Hmm. ]

Edited 2016-10-20 20:05 (UTC)

Prompt A

[It didn't seem to matter how many days had passed; distance from the killing game didn't do anything to lessen his frustration and anger. His emotions crackled in his ears as he walked, like the popping embers of a nearby bonfire. Tengan's words haunted him when he sat in silence, and without distraction, his frustration only continued building.

So when a nearby box began smouldering, he wasn't surprised--or, perhaps, he was too numb with other emotions to properly process it. He continued walking. When a window shattered as he walked past, he spun on his heels and looked back, reaching for his sword. He scolded himself when no threat came, breathing deep and glaring at nothing. The crackling grew louder in his ears.

These emotional phenomena were doing nothing for his growing paranoia.]

Prompt D

[Rabbits scattered easily. Scarecrows wielding various pieces of farm equipment? Not so much.

Tromping around in wet fields required boots and heavier clothing than Munakata was used to, but he accepted the task of clearing out vermin without a thought; he needed something to do with his current amount of restless energy. Walking the fields and scattering rabbits seemed easy enough, even if the warning about the scarecrows had seemed ominous at the time.

Munakata sighed and assessed each of the straw dolls as they shambled through the stalks to form a loose circle around him. Pitchfork. Pitchfork. Shovel. Sickle.

The farmers did ask that he attempt to "reason with" the scarecrows first.]

We all have better things to do. Stand down.

Wildcard

[Munakata's probably not the most approachable person, even in the given scenarios. Feel free to set something up! Maybe catch him while he's eating?]

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