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Empatheias Events ([personal profile] empevents) wrote in [community profile] empatheias_ooc2017-03-17 08:48 pm
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Welcome to [community profile] 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 Saturday, March 25 and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on April 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!


• 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 Flower Festival is soon, and that means that a lot of caterers, cooks, restaurants and anyone involved with cooking are gearing up to participate in the celebration. This means that there’s plenty of places that are offering food at enormous discounts, or running food related events outside of their stores. One particular setup is in the center of the market area, where tables upon tables of food have been set up as a sort of buffet: pick what you want and pay as you leave! Unfortunately, someone mischievous has created a real problem. The buffet has turned into an all out food fight and it doesn't look like it’s stopping anytime soon...
  1. Join In. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Might as well join the fun since it’s happening anyway, and you’ve probably already found yourself victim to an errant pizza slice or something already. Grab a handful of whatever is nearest you or pick up a spoon and get that food flying!

  2. Pay up. The fun can only last so long, and none of the vendors are happy. While the food fight has been broken up, the place is still a mess. Participants and people caught up in the crossfire are all being blamed equally. Grab a mop and a dustpan and get cleaning. Or, try and argue your way out of being taken to the local enforcers station and given a hefty fine.

• Prompt E: It’s already spring, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t people who are still interested in a few last minute winter escapades. Luckily, with cores and emotion fueled dunamis, things like this aren’t exactly off the table yet. A small portion of Lake Niras has been turned into a winter wonderland, down to a thick layer of ice that’s almost strong enough to be skated upon. However, this isn’t what it’s being used for. The local Polar Bear club has decided to hold a springtime version of their usual event and currently has open registration for those who think they’ve got the willpower to take the plunge in the icy water.
  1. Dive Deep.Strip down to your skivvies or don a bathing suit and jump in! The challenge is to stay in the longest of 4 or 2, or to just beat your personal best. In lieu of joining up yourself if you don’t feel like freezing your tush off you’re more than welcome to lead the cheerleading team!!! ... Who are all dressed as different interpretations of Sosyne...

  2. Maintain The Cold. Those who aren't the participating kind might find themselves attracted to the more “Stage hand” like portion of the club event. Those who have practiced dunamis, the art of using your emotions to create all sorts of manifestations under control, might be able to help maintain the frigid temperature in the air that’s causing the snowfall. Or, if you’re just a really negative person you could be unintentionally making it worse. Otherwise, there’s always a need for a few extra hands at rotating the frozen water cores which are helping keep the water particularly icy. Just be careful and try not to get too excited or you’ll melt the cores!

• Prompt F: Ghost tours have become all the rage in Verens, and tonight you find yourself coming along, either willingly or by having one of the organizers pester you into it. But being a guest isn’t the only way to participate—they’re taking volunteers to “assist” as well, to help spice things up and improve the mood. Harness your emotions to make the atmosphere more sinister, or just hide in some bushes or around some corners to surprise someone with an old-fashioned “boo!”
  1. Sewers Dark and dank, the tunnels underneath the city are already a good place to scare or be scared. The tour takes characters through a lesser-used portion of the sewers, meaning it’s slightly less smelly, but there’s still plenty of opportunity for spooky stories. Don’t get caught by the mossgator or the restless spirits of its victims...

  2. Inside the Memory Tree The giant tree that stands in the city’s square hasn’t always been a safe place, especially the dungeon-like spaces inside. The twisting wood and vines have been home to all sorts of monsters that have been a threat in the past, from moving plants with sticky vines to shadow creatures with sharp teeth—or so the tour guides will say. The tree may not have been around long enough to have much history to it, but that doesn’t stop them from playing it up.

  3. Abandoned Buildings
  4. Always a necessity for any ghost tour, this leg of the trip will take characters past and through a few rundown places, including an old warehouse, a creaky mansion, and a set of dirty apartments. Don’t forget all the dark alleyways in between, or the stories of long-past serial killers who choked their victims to death right over there…

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include maraschino cherries and/or knives.

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!
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Vincent Nightray | Pandora Hearts

[personal profile] sadist_dormouse 2017-03-29 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
B - GT0306

[Vincent was making flower crowns. Yes. That's right. You heard. Flower Crowns. Anyone passing through the market, near the festival central would be treated to the sight of an effeminate man, with an untidy mass of blonde hair absentmindedly cutting fresh flowers with a pair of brushed silver, ornate looking scissors. The organisers had been both surprised and faintly alarmed when he'd announced he didn't need scissors because he'd brought his own!

The boxes of flowers were piled high on his left, there were hundreds of them. He had got himself into quite a good rhythm too! He would go through motions of removing the flowers from the box, sorting them into piles based on colour and then carefully trim the excess so that he could arrange them onto the crown he was working on. 5 Slyvs per flower crown was fairly reasonable and it was just like pruning the rose bushes back at pandora. He'd made about thirty so far all in a mixed matched array of colours, deposited safely in a crate on his right.

Off to the side there was a small pile of blue roses he intended to pilfer to make a bouquet for Gil. The organisers wouldn't notices a few missing flowers, surely.]


[He looked down at the red rose in his hand,the thorn had nicked his thumb and the well of blood started to drip down his hand. Disregarding the blood he started to pull the petals off the flower. Red. He hated the colour. It was a colour that only held negative thoughts and feelings for him. The colour of his Right Eye. The colour of Fire. The colour of Blood... so much blood. He could still hear the screams. Smell the burning flesh. A dark despairing sort of aura started to linger in the air around him, dark and unhinged.

He quickly crushed the flower in his hand, some of the petals escaping and falling onto the table. The aura disippated.]


The food fight had been funny, at first... He'd laughed outwardly, a musical sound at the misfortune of the poor lad now picking spaghetti from his shirt. It had escalated quite dramatically after that so Vincent drew back, hiding down the side of one of the stalls, much to the vendors annoyance. He was happy to watch the misery unfold.

Then he'd been hit in the back of the head with a pie.

He reached back to touch the mess with a grimace. His wild blonde hair was now a mess, matted with cream and whatever filling... toffee? He narrowed his eyes and fingered the scissors in his pocket, whomever the degenerate was they would pay... dearly! An ear? Maybe even an eye? A finger, he was sure in some countries they punished people by cutting of limbs...

Swiftly he reeled round to face his attacker.

Witnesses would later say his mismatched eyes took on a slightly demonic nature...
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sunflowering: Do not take (Certain things just can't be rushed)


[personal profile] sunflowering 2017-03-29 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Flowers had a sort of romance about them. Beautiful and fragile, some could grow in extreme conditions, and yet their lifespan was so short. Much in the same way that a human life was. The scents of the different flowers filled the air, and she was reminded of the ones her brother would bring home to her. There, in the basement, where she had spent so much time in her young life. The beautiful bouquets would wither and die, and he would have them replaced, so that she wasn't entirely removed from the outside world. All except for a tiny rose that he had encased in resin. A gift for her. It reminded him of her, she had been told.

To her it was a cherished gift, a promise from long ago. But at times, it caused her heart to feel conflicted.

The flowers here, though, were beautiful and simple enough. She had woven a few crowns of her own, by now. But it wasn't the scent of the flowers that abruptly gave her pause. Her head lifted, the scent immediately drawing her attention. Her sorrel gaze swam with color, darkening into a red that flickered in and out. She drew a breath and swallowed, while she pushed down the instinctive urges that surfaced whenever the sweet scent hit the air.

An injury?

It didn't take anything at all to find the source. Though she hardly expected the dark aura that surrounded him- before it abruptly vanished. For a moment, she hesitated. Should she interrupt?

In the end, she reached out and gently laid a hand upon his shoulder. If he preferred to be alone, she would respect that. But it never hurt to check.]

Are you all right? [Her voice was soft, concern reflected in her face when she quietly spoke. It wasn't too bad, if the scent alone was anything to go by, but it was still a distraction and something that should probably be tended to] If you're bleeding, we should have it wrapped up.
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sadist_dormouse: (Surprise | Shock)


[personal profile] sadist_dormouse 2017-03-29 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[His eyes widened in surprise at the touch, jarring him from his memories. He'd been so distracted by his thoughts he'd not noticed her. A brief spell of annoyance flashed through him. He'd deliberately chose this spot so he would be as far away from the others as possible.

He turned his head to look up at her and plastered on a fake smile. His dual coloured eyes squinting against the sunlight behind her. He was the master of fakery in that regard, the facade necessary to hide the wreckage that lay beneath. Weakness would not be tolerated. Her intrusion on his weakness annoyed him.

He opened his hand, the crushed Rose falls apart without the pressure of his fist keeping it intact. The petals scatter, some falling onto the table, others to the floor and some into his lap. It's cathartic, the destruction. It's like a release, harming something inanimate.

His thumb, due to his genetics as a Baskerville is already healed.]

Perfectly fine~

[His voice amiable and smooth, he lifted his freshly healed thumb at her to indicate his point.]

Thank you for the concern, Miss...?

sunflowering: (Find the [bright] side)

[personal profile] sunflowering 2017-03-30 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[It seemed that, whatever he was, healed quickly, much faster than that of a typical human. Not unlike that of a vampire. Her eyes lingered over the location the wound would have been, before a relieved smile lifted her lips up into place. It seemed that her concern had been for nothing. At least physically. The intensity of the feelings that had surrounded him moments ago was difficult to forget, but it seemed that he was okay now, which made an important difference.]

I'm relieved then.

[Her smile was light and easy, sincere and kind. She noted the difference in eye color, and that alone gave her some pause.

. . . It reminded her of someone. A person from the past that left a bad taste in her mouth. She wasn't the type of individual to hate, but if she did, it would have been that person. Her uncle. Those eyes had been red and blue. This was different. This person was different. While it reminded her of a few bad memories, she forced herself to move past it.]

My name is Yuuki Kuran. [She bowed politely, before she rose once more and regarded him.] You can just call me Yuuki. I'm sorry if I interrupted. [She glanced toward some of his completed crowns, and gave a small nod toward them.]

You're really good at this. Your flower crowns are pretty. [Her own were... okay. She was getting there.]
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blake belladonna | rwby | ota

[personal profile] kittyears 2017-04-01 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
► b & c | the dual purpose prompt;

[If there's one thing she could do while trapped in this strange land, it was help people. It's what she had meant to do back in Remnant, and it was something she was resolved in continuing, especially considering ends it would achieve.

Taking a look at the board, focused only on the pleases rather than anyone else who would have the same idea, Blake folds her arms, cat ears quirking a little as she skims the requests.

Tear someome's house down? Mending pants? Painting?]

So much for high adrenaline adventures. [Not that she's complaining just yet. Blake had yet to fully get her bearings, after all.

Then again, it was hard to not find herself in intense circumstances with her luck.]

► f1; what's that smell?

[Curiosity killed the cat, or so the saying goes. That is precisely why Blake approaches the ghost tours with a considerable amount of caution, as well as a grain of salt. The commotion is enough to draw her in, but no amount of hype has her willingly submerging herself in the literal bowels of the city.

She was wearing white after all. She could persuaded, however, if there were bloodcurdling screams or something far more dangerous than the dank, dark mysterious of the unknown.

Raising an eyebrow at someone who was far more open to exploration, Blake's ears pin back, her shoulders raised with a yielding gesture.]

...don't tell me you're going in there for fun.

(ooc. potential applicant here! be as gentle as you can be! c:)
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[personal profile] continuer 2017-04-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ In what world is Jaune a bigger buzzkill than Blake Belladonna? Well, turns out a lot can happen between the first day of school and the day it's all blown to hell. Is this anyone's idea of fun, really? ]

We don't do this because it's fun. Huntsmen and Huntresses do it because... they're supposed to.

[ ... ]

A-Also, some faunus eyes would really help about now. [ Jaune doesn't retain a lot of knowledge in history class, but he definitely remembers the lesson about faunus having night vision or something. ]
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[personal profile] kittyears 2017-04-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[If there was something to admire about Jaune Arc, it was his trepidation, even when he was getting a load of crap on his plate. Much like he was about to now. Well, much like they both were about to come dangerously close to having... because how could she possibly fight that sense of purpose?

Taking off her jacket and folding it to safely stash it, Blake slowly draws in a breath, glancing down at the sewer.]

Just shield me.
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[personal profile] continuer 2017-04-02 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, Blake, I won't let you down.

[ His new shield, forged by tragedy, serves as a reminder that he's not just fighting for the fallen, but for those who have yet to fall. Jaune will make sure that he doesn't lose any more people until his own shield shatters someday.

Strangely, there's a cold breeze down in the sewers. It must be his thoughts of someone. ]

I really hope this whole thing is just a prank, but... [ It's best to expect the worst. ]

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[personal profile] seasaltkeys 2017-04-02 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
There's other ones to.

[Roxas searches the board for a moment, before pointing at another set of jobs.]

Those ones are monster hunting, and stuff like that.
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[personal profile] kittyears 2017-04-02 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know why I didn't notice those right away. [Clearly, the ones that needed help collecting items were far more important!

Arms still folded tightly against her chest, Blake does little to look at her company as she sifts through the job posting. She isn't sure how to react with people from a world outside Remnant, but she's learning.]

...do you do a lot of monster hunting?
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seasaltkeys: (Helping hand)

[personal profile] seasaltkeys 2017-04-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes. If I can get a group together or find a partner. It's easier that way because they're usually big.

[And while he's no stranger to taking on larger enemies, he prefers having someone else with him.]

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bLAAAAKE (also b&c!)

[personal profile] parky 2017-04-02 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ blake being in verens definitely shook weiss. she'd heard from yang that the former just up and left without saying anything. it hurt weiss more than it should have.

she might still be a little salty, but she's trying really hard to pretend that she isn't. she puts on her most pleasant face as she shows blake the task board. and upon hearing blake's comment, she clears her throat and points to the beastmaster hunting guild's task. ]

You could go do this by yourself. That'll definitely get your adrenaline pumping.
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:3! yes hello

[personal profile] kittyears 2017-04-02 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Blake hadn't suspected any of her teammates would be here. In some strange, fantastical way of thinking, there might have been a moment where she thought this was some sort of cosmic punishment for leaving them all behind.

But a familiar voice would keep her away from such reveries, and the sight of familiar blue eyes sends a chill up Blake's spine... and in the air all around them.]

W- [Weiss. What does she say, when she's speaking so casually to her?

How does she say she's sorry?]

I'd... rather fight alongside you.
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[personal profile] parky 2017-04-02 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ she does actually like taking upon these tasks. beating up monsters is something she barely gets to do now—barely got to do in remnant for a year or so. for years, she was groomed to be the future leader of a corporation, but the whole prospect is out the window now. maybe it's still an act of being rebellious, or maybe weiss does actually like fighting and being on the field—she hasn't figured it out yet.

in any case, she cants her head by a fraction to meet blake's, then she looks back to the board. ]

I do need to do something this month. [ that's a "yes, sure, i'll go with you". and normally, she'd be defensive about it because of how awkward it's been. it's always been weiss who warms up first whenever she and blake have an issue, though. weiss was definitely a lot more prideful when they first met. she still is now, but after letting people in, she knows when to lower it. ]

Not— It's to pay rent.

[ ... okay, she's definitely still defensive. ]

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[personal profile] kaboop 2017-04-02 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Nope. [Nora shrugs casually.] I got paid, so why not?

[Truth be told though, if she got curious enough, she'd go in there for fun because she's Nora Valkyrie. She's not afraid of anything and not afraid of doing the silliest things.]

Business must be hard for 'em lately.
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[personal profile] kittyears 2017-04-03 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Guess so. [Blake, being the ray of sunshine she was, dwells on the misfortune of the world, what state it's been left in, quite literally floating in the void.] It's weird how universal it is to have so many people in need.

[From Remnant to Empatheias, it seems as though she would always have a purpose in helping someone out.]
kaboop: (❧ please just stop)

[personal profile] kaboop 2017-04-03 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Weird? I'd be surprised if there was no one here in need, honestly.

[Nora has known, after all, what it is like to be in need herself.]

It'll always happen.

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Lúthien Tinúviel | The Silmarillion

[personal profile] twilightflower 2017-04-02 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompt A

Emotion had never been difficult for her to express. Her mind was filled with her final memories of Beren, on his death-bed while he clutched her hand with all the strength he had left. They had said their farewells knowing it would not be long before they were joined again in the Halls of Mandos. There, they would be young again and they would have all the energy they desired to simply enjoy one another's company. Yet, as soothing as it was to envision him, whole and hale, Lúthien felt her heart break when he took his last breath.

She remembered feeling a strange constriction in her chest and realizing what it meant. She was hastening the inevitable and oh was she glad of it! For days, she let no one comfort her as she saw her affairs put in order. Then, on the day that felt like it would be her last, she thanked those who served her and Beren so well. She asked them to look after Dior, their son - she had already passed on the Silmaril to him - and then she took herself to where Beren laid entombed. Death came over her swiftly and gently, snuffing out the Light that had remained with her even in her mortality.

Lúthien had expected to awaken in the Halls; to Beren's smiling face. But she did not. Her surroundings meant little to her as she rose and called out his name:


There was no answer. The wind blew the now utterly black strands of hair across her face and her tears fell upon them - like dew on the gossamer strands of a spider's web. She barely noticed how, as if in reaction to her grief, her surroundings shifted. The wind howled and there was even a fine mist of rain bringing a chill to her skin.

But how could any of it matter?

"...Beren." her voice was hoarse as she fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands.

Prompt D

The flower festival was beautiful and she was naturally drawn to it. As she stepped under one of the flowering trees, Lúthien removed her shoes and pressed her hand to the trunk. Beneath her feet flowers sprung to life, but even as she heard the song of life all around her, she did not have the heart to sing or dance.

"What fruit will you bear?" she stood on her tiptoes and touched the silken petals of one bloom, "Will I be here to see them? I should like to say I would be honored to pluck an apple or a peach from your fair branches, but there are other places I would rather be; your sweetness cannot compare to his."

In her mind's eye, she saw Beren standing beneath the tree with her. A smile bloomed - much like the petals above and below her - and Lúthien found her heart. She moved gracefully, arms outstretched into a dance that was as freeing as a bird taking flight.
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[personal profile] twilightminstrel 2017-04-03 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
No answer but a flute's sweet song on the wind whipping around, rain misting around to cool tempers.

Daeron didn't know how he'd come to be where he could hear her voice calling that name, but it didn't matter. He'd heard the distress in that sweet voice and he had to respond to try and sooth her fear.

Perhaps it was silly to believe he saw flower petals swirl to mix with the weather's strange response, but he thought it anyway. He kept walking, following the echo of a voice as he continued to play a song he'd written for her alone and had yet to fail in cheering her up.
twilightflower: (★ shatter)


[personal profile] twilightflower 2017-04-03 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
The wind cooled and dried her tears, filling her ears with a low whistle. A song - heard long ago and half-forgotten - was carried on that whistle, overwhelming it and making her feel a longing for home. For Doriath. She rose onto her feet and turned towards Daeron, trembling despite all her stubborn strength.

"Daeron...?" his name was half-murmured in wonder, in question, "Where have I traveled? Do not tell me you have perished too?"
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twilightminstrel: (Tears of sorrow)


[personal profile] twilightminstrel 2017-04-03 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
No, no she wasn't allowed to weaken! Daeron slowly lowered his flute, knowing he looked terrible compared to when she'd seen him last. It had been...a painful number of years and he'd taken very little care of himself. He'd had no reason to.

"No, my lady. I have not been called to the Halls as yet. I know not where we are, though you are a vision and I do not wish to wake."

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[personal profile] vergeofgreatness 2017-04-03 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
The flowers were an interesting change. For so long he had lived in the sterile environment of the Death Star surrounded by metal in the vastness of space.

But he had no complaints, he had found some beautiful lovely flowers that were a deep brown and orange color, he thought the color would have suited Galen if he were here. But he wouldn't have the chance to show him, the thought made the edges of the flowers have a light frost as he made his way through the festival. Each day didn't lessen the pain as it should have, he felt the hollow void inside of him, it hurt worse than his shoulder wound.

He rolled his shoulder as he passed by a tree, pausing as he noticed a woman talking to one of them. He had heard of the strange powers of the Force but this was odd. "Rather fond words for a tree."
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[personal profile] twilightflower 2017-04-03 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Why shouldn't I be fond of such a beautiful tree?" Lúthien was small for an Elven-maid, but there was strength behind her voice - a royal air, perhaps, learned from centuries behind her mother's infamous Girdle. She stepped around the tree's trunk and half-hid herself from his sight, eyes wide with helpless curiosity.

"Who are you?" she could tell he was a Man, but of what sort? She was technically mortal herself now, yet her time as an Elf (and a partial Maia) would never be forgotten nor would those qualities fade.

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[personal profile] 10_20_15_5_50 2017-04-05 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't the strange woman's calling which drew Sam, but the sight of her. She was too far off to see well, and half-hidden by the thin trees between them besides, but her aura had flared bright as an oil fire---once, and again---and was still cycling with the urgency of intense emotion. It wasn't the straight shock of arrival; it was not, exactly, agitation; it was bad enough, whatever its components were, heartache or heartbreak apparent among the others.

“Hey? Hello?” Concerned, Sam abandoned the path to approach; a young woman pushing through the low growth typical of the city's edge, paying no mind at all to the hitch in her stride. “You---”

---okay? was a pointless question; whoever it was obviously wasn't even coming close to 'okay,' as the damp and the cool and the edge of the wind emphasized.

“---need a minute, you take a minute.” Sam stopped as soon as she neared a conversational distance, dropping into a crouch to at least level with the stranger. “You need answers, I'll try my best.”
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[personal profile] twilightflower 2017-04-05 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Lúthien's heart was not quite broken - not again she instructed herself - though her longing for Beren was fierce. She could not help imagining him awakening in the Halls without her, wondering what had become of her. The only place in this strange world she found comfort was near the trees and other growing things. The influence of her father and mother had indeed spanned the centuries.

"I hear you." she did not look up immediately. Compared to other Elves and Men, perhaps, Lúthien was a slight maiden - and she always had been. Her hair was as dark as the sky at midnight and there were golden flowers sewn onto her skirt. She was said to be the most beautiful - the most enchanting of her people - a trait she would pass onto a great-granddaughter in good time.

"I know I am not where I am meant to be." she visibly steadied herself, resting her small hands in her lap, "Can you tell me why, stranger?"
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