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TEST DRIVE MEME: JANUARY

— TEST DRIVE: JANUARY —

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 Thursday, December 25th and Applications open Friday, January 1st.
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!

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

PROMPTS

• Prompt A: Things are a bit out of control right now, and that includes your emotions and the elemental cores. Just the slightest feeling will be exaggerated. You were only smiling a little? You're now a walking light bulb. Just a little pout? Strong torrential rain is now over the entire block.

• 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.

• 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: Empatheias is currently experiencing an island-wide blizzard. Several thick inches of snow covers the landscape, and with the city's unusual architecture, falling snow from the eaves of roofs is an actual hazard to be wary about. So what can you do with it? Do you play in it? Throw snowballs? Try to help clear the roads? Or does your mood actually worsen it by creating your own mini blizzard or make a large patch of melt or even turn to rain and pools of water?

• Prompt E: The city is worse for wear and needs help getting fixed up. This can be done one of two ways: physical labor or using positive emotions to help speed the process a long. Which do you try?

• Prompt F: Empatheias doesn't celebrate Christmas, but quite a few of the PCs have decided to celebrate it amongst themselves. Will you help spread the season of joy and free will? Or try to ruin it? Don't forget your emotions will reflect your mood.

• Prompt G: Make your own! It can even involve pigs or a bucket of paint.

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

D
[Were you trying to throw a snowball at this girl? Or was it an accident? Either way, Ako casually steps aside, the snowball harmlessly flying past her.

As she turns around, she shoots a glare that probably would literally melt the snow if she was any angrier.]

What's with that? Are you a kid or something?

[Yes, this was just said by the nine year old.]

F
[Ako happens to kind of like Christmas, even if it's not officially celebrated here. But the spirit from the other outsides is contagious. When she thinks she's alone, she actually starts singing the melody of Silent Night.

For the moment, she doesn't realize anyone might be listening. Not that it's hard to miss her, what with her positive emotions making her emit a soft, yellow glow.]

G

[With all the emotions still going a bit haywire, the city is still a dangerous place. Maybe some rubble is falling or something dangerous is heading your way.

Whatever the case, it's dangerous. Before anything can happen, though, a mysterious, blackclad heroine jumps up from above and swoops in for a rescue. How 'bout that.

But hey, that's one person saved. Be it by actually hauling them out of the way, pushing them or outright getting rid of whatever was posing a threat.]

Edited 2014-12-18 21:30 (UTC)

D

It's difficult to spot His Majesty in the midst of all this white. He's in his cloak of pale owl feathers today, perched upon the head of one of the huge lion statues guarding the library, enjoying the stillness that comes from the distinct lack of a noisy goblin retinue. The expression on his face is calm, even distant, as he observes his most recent playground.

The mood is dour today, he sees. The city is still rebuilding itself, and nervous. The snow is beautiful, but it will linger, and it's going to make things much harder for many people.

Well, that won't do. He has no interest in sullen victims today; he wants lively ones. Patiently, Jareth waits until some likely looking toys happen by, and then he injects a bit of magic into the world. Puffs of snow shoot up from the ground only to hover in midair, taking the shape of tiny fairies with wings of glittering ice lace, and though they certainly aren't real their dancing is convincing enough. Anyone who walks beneath a tree will hear it seem to laugh as heavy limbs dump snow right onto their heads. And in the very center of the square, the snow whirls and rearranges itself to reveal a thick sheet of ice, looking ever so inviting for skating.

Pleased, Jareth grins his nasty grin to himself, and watches and waits. Now, he will see who happens by, and how they might amuse him today.

Edited 2014-12-18 22:38 (UTC)

[ Prompt B; Response Team Gamma ]

[ Technically a perfect job for Hirato, this isn't really any different than his work with circus. Albeit the lack of Kafka interference makes dealing with these petty thieves like child's play to him. At some point he'll be surrounded by a group of them; though his composure is assured and calm as if there's nothing to really worry about. Hirato will simply stand there with one of his smug smiles on his face as he takes a step towards the 'leader' of the gang. ]

I will ask you politely to return what you've taken from these hard working individuals. It's really quite unbecoming to act like such spoiled children. [ Of course that's only going to aggravate them more, Hirato please. If anyone is walking by you might get a few bodies thrown your way and the sounds of people in pain, whoops. He forgets how to act with annoying people sometimes. HIS BAD! He did ask politely though, okay? ]

[ Prompt C; Amulets ]

[ Over the amulet network you might get a man with a deep voice and a curious tone as he speaks. ]

I see so this is how these things work. Rather an amazing feat of ingenuity and technology. I know a rather amusing man who would find such things intriguing. [ Akari would though, even if he won't admit. ]

Has anyone seen or heard from a group of people claiming to be from 'Circus?' If so I'd be appreciative if you could direct me to where they may be staying.

[This is a disaster. Elsa's hands clench around the amulet in front of her, as if it's a checklist of everything she's doing wrong. It kind of is, every one proof that she can't control herself and Elsa could quite literally cry with frustration right now.]

I don't want to be here, I really don't want to be here, I finally found a way to just be myself and not have to worry about-- and then I'm put right back in-- where it's actually affecting more than just--

[Emotions, emotions are causing all of this trouble, and she can't just stop feeling them, she's tried, and they're so important here... Panicking, tendrils of ice begin to form from Elsa's fingertips, and she turns on her left heel-- her right foot comes down as she starts to run, sheets of ice forming with each footfall.]

Edited 2014-12-19 09:14 (UTC)

[Some telepathic wires might be crossing, here...]

Robin to team. Am suddenly in the middle of a village, holding some strange charm of some kind. It's weird. I didn't pick it up, I didn't make my way over here, and the fact that nobody is chiming in beginning to worry me.

Miss M? Aqualad? KF?

Um, I could probably sell this thing on eBay if you don't answer, make a good living... did I get teleported out of range...?

g;

[ There is a young lady sleeping on the ground.

Or at least, that is what it seems like. She is lying on the floor with her eyes closed, and if you squint for a while you can ascertain that she is breathing. She doesn't seem to be injured anywhere, and has conveniently conked out on the sidewalk, away from pedestrians.

However, there is a man nearby who is staring at her very intently. He is dressed in a white longcoat, with similarly-coloured hair and blue eyes. And he doesn't seem to blink, or take his eyes off her for a single moment.

Just what is happening here? ]

a;

[ Now that she is awake and has at least got her bearings, this said young lady is walking around the streets of Verens. The intense-looking man from before is still following her around, never wandering more than three metres away. She doesn't seem to notice, instead looking around at just about everything. Bright light and warmth is radiating out from her vicinity, but her expression shows only mild interest - nothing more intense.

If you are standing two metres or less away from someone else (can be a stranger), she will walk up to you and ask a question very seriously. ]

Excuse me. Have you heard of a man by the name of Simeon?

[ If you are by yourself, with no other humans nearby, she will instead ask something else. ]

Is your Accessory out of commission?

Edited 2014-12-19 13:33 (UTC)

-A-
[Trudging through the snow with you and not really thinking much about anything, Akame came across a restaurant she had never noticed before. The smell of cooking meat wafted out the front doors, her stomach rumbled, and abruptly the snow around her feet started melting in a widening circle of warmth.]

I'm hungry. Are you hungry?

[What can she say? She likes meat.]

-D-
[Whatever reason you have to be out in the wilderness while it's snowing, it had better be a good one because damn this sucks.

Which is why it was so bizarre to come across a campsite out here in the middle of nowhere. Just as you wander in, so does Akame from the other side, carrying the carcass of a deer over her shoulder. Yup, Akame is continuing her monthly survival training trips even in the middle of winter.]

What are you doing out here?

-G-
[For whatever reason, Akame decided someone had to kill you and it might as well be her. There was no posing, or dramatically announcing your crimes or her intentions. At best you got the warning from the sound of fabric rippling in the air as she leaped at your back, sword at the ready.

If rumor is to be believed, even the slightest wound from that sword is fatal in seconds. Best move quickly.]

[ C ]

Need to get back to them both... maybe if i think hard enough, i'll get sent home or something.

Not likely. I'd have a better chance seeing Alice eat something other than meat first... which I should let her do when things get better at home.

[ Someone's rambling in thought now. Not that he's really aware of his thoughts being sent out and anything coming to mind is being relayed without his knowledge. He'd honestly control it more if he knew.. ]

This place is really nice. Colder than I expected... maybe I should get a jacket. Later.

Maybe.

[ Also known as Oz is distracted. Feel free to chastise him because he's not actually dressed for proper winter weather and won't end well. ]

[ D ]

[ When you don't get a lot of time back home to be a child, this place giving him just that is a bad thing to be doing. Not for him, but for everyone else as he's decided to be a little prankster and while hiding around a carefully concealed snowbank, waits for just the right moment...

and lobs a snowball at someone as hard as he can before ducking quickly behind the snowbank out of sight once again.

Y u p. He's a sixteen year old acting really immature and he's harmless otherwise; seeing this as no more than good fun, but there are others who might not think that.

Which he hasn't completely taken into account. ]

G [ Having just recently been unsealed to be in her human form, Halloween is indulging in the fact that she can now eat and taste things again. It's pretty damn awesome, except for her being completely broke right now, looking very much the street rat in a tattered, short black dress and without shoes, and also her unapologetically taking food right off from the stands in the market. Such as raw fish. Which she bites into right then and there.

Cue the stand manager yelling at her, demanding that she pay for that. ] ...Oops--

[ And it's her turn to run. And that run turns into a happy, energetic run at that because it's also been a very long time she's ever used her legs. It doesn't take long before she's far from her pursuer. ] Ha-haa~! Serves you right, you little--

[ Mid taunt as she looks back over her shoulder, she'll run right into someone. That person being you. ]

G "What the hell is that--?!" Because she's broke and alone, the only way to get decent food legally would be to go to one of the shelters where they're serving soup. What are they serving? Pumpkin soup. And Halloween looks at the large pot and bowls of it, her blood beginning to boil slowly. Her anger charges the fire core that heats the soup, causing it to steam and flare slightly. She's yelling at the poor volunteer. "What kind of sick people are you--? Thinking you can just take a pumpkin and--"

Someone stop her before she flips over the table and ruins the soup kitchen for everyone.

B/E

Alright, you guys better stand back.

[There's a few worried glances as the girl steps up to the big pile of broken rock and other debris, hands in her pockets as she cracks her neck a little. So... angry people who could bust stuff with their emotions, huh? Shrugging, she plants her foot on the debris and closes her eyes to think back. Way back to what felt like another lifetime ago, when she was still trying to get answers and the only person who had them was Mikisugi, and HE sure as fuck wasn't giving anybody a straight answer, huh? Even when she did manage to pry a little something out of him, he had to go dropping his pants like some goddamned sleazy, perverted--

BOOM! Crunch!

The big rock explodes into so much gravel under foot, raining down around her. Satisfied that the big chunk was gone, she turns.]

There, that's good enough, right? When do I get paid?

AND LATER....

[Fifty six kilos? Psht, who the hell did they think they were dealing with here? Hauling stuff wasn't exactly great work or anything but it paid even better than smashing rocks.

So, here' Ryuko dumping off another load of metal beams and stone before walking a little ways off and sitting down to take a much deserved break.]

D

[All this snow. Who could resist having a little fun in it? Well, this girl sure can. She's been busting her ass all day and all she really wants to do is eat this lemon and carry these groceries and make it home already. And she'd have made it too... except for the densely-packed snowball smacking straight onto the side of her head.]

Wah!

[It's enough of a surprise that she misses a step, foot hitting an icy patch... aaaaand her armload slips from her grasp and scatters all over the sidewalk.

... Silence for a second before... um... fire bursts from her, blazing around her in an angry aura and she turns toward where that just came from.]

Oi... who just threw that?

[Yikes. Maybe somebody oughta step in... or... run for it, if you're the one who threw the snowball.]

G

[Replier's choice. Hit me with whatever comes to mind and feel free to assume CR for this test drive. Ryuko is post canon and without her favorite uniform here.]

[ D ]

[do not question how this happened. okay, it might have involved getting hit by a random snowball and then Hak throwing one right back in attempt to knock the cheeky kid down as a lesson. it half worked. he nailed the kid, but then more came out and well. when it came to a competition and "battle," Hak wasn't one to just run away or not fight back.

so now this is Hak having a bit of a snowball war with the local kids. and he's doing well. with his reflexes, he's managing to avoid a number of them while flinging and hitting many of them. there are times where he even taunts them to try and hit him and he'll evade to counterattack.

but then it's about time to end this, so he'll take his spear, and with some crackle of lightning he'll swing it in a powerful, fast and wide circle around him. not only does it knock back any flying snowballs, it will also fling back several inches of snow, clearing the area to half bury the kids.

and anyone else who might have been around, whoops.]

That should teach you brats a lesson. [he smirks, but the kids, although disappointed at their defeat, are also asking for him to do it again because that was so coooool.

...what is he, a babysitter now?

but yeah. tl;dr anyone passing by might have gotten hit by a giant wave of snow.]

[ A-E ]

[Hak is out and about trying to pitch in and help with some repair work around some residential homes. but there's just something about this architecture that he will never get used to. what's wrong with just using wood instead of all this metal crap? seriously, how is he supposed to fix this piece of—he doesn't even know. clockwork machinery? is this part of a clock?? is this even functional or is it just a decorative piece that goes on this person's roof? he was just expecting to hammer a few things, not deal with this crap.

as he's trying to figure it out, he actually gets a bit frustrated and there are actual lightning bolts that suddenly strike the ground around him. one of them actually hits some of the clockwork machinery and it starts to work.]

Huh. Guess that's one way to do it. [kind of an annoying way, but okay.

he's wondering if he really was the cause of the lightning bolts when he catches the scent of smoke behind him and turns to find that one of those lightning bolts hit some dry wood and started a small fire.]

—Shit!

[GOING TO TRY AND PUT THAT FIRE OUT and then of course more bolts of lightning strike in response to his slight panic and aggravation of emotions.

well he tried. but apparently he's living up to his title in a much different way.]

[ C ]

Whoever thought a city that could respond to emotions was a great idea needs to have their head examined.

[dry and slightly annoyed voice is very dry and slightly annoyed.]

Edited 2014-12-22 00:28 (UTC)

The blizzard only grew stronger.

At its center, a Pokémon floated a few inches off the ground, one tri-fingered hand making slow circles as a focus for his psychic power. With every rotation of his hand, the wind picked up, the snow poured down more powerfully, and the danger to humans increased.

Just as he desired. A weakened, crippled human populace could not prevent him from seizing their technology and bending it to his own use. He would find a way to replicate the cloning technology of his proper world...

Edited 2014-12-23 16:00 (UTC)

Food! Is! Energy!

The emotions of this city were cloudier than well-stirred miso soup, and if someone didn't act soon, the crystal would be black and filthy like the lingering crud of poorly-filtered coffee! That would be terribly nasty!

So to put an end to this, Champloo was offering food and drink to the residents of Verens, in his usual fashion -- by appearing out of nowhere, cooking it before anybody noticed, and then leaving it on their heads for them to enjoy.

Edited 2014-12-23 16:01 (UTC)

[A]

From the outside, no one could easily tell that Lenneth was quietly angry. A slight frown etched her features, but beyond that, she showed very little of the annoyance she felt at being displaced to this strange world and being kept from her duties.

The environment, though, kind of gave it away. In the Valkyrie's wake, great stone pillars bedecked with weapons rose from the ground, and from their midsts, black-hued spirits tinged with red rage drifted forth into the washed-out streets.

"This is beyond tolerance," the battle-maiden said as she drew her sword. Fighting those spirits might make the situation worse, but not fighting them was no choice at all.

[D]

The petite woman who only identified herself as 'Meril' found herself in a bit of dilemma, as she faced the driving snow from beneath the awning over a shop's entrance. Weather was no inconvenience to a Valkyrie, of course, when she could simply power through or fly over, or even retreat to the spiritual plane to pass around it. But all of those options would spoil this human disguise, and reveal to the normal people of the island the goddess living amongst them all this time. That in turn would spoil her ability to walk among them, to gather information, and to keep the laws of Asgard.

But if she didn't do any of those things, she was stuck here, as night quickly fell and her assumed home was far away.

Edited 2014-12-23 16:01 (UTC)

In one of the more ridiculous sights anyone is likely to see, a floating bunny stared at a pile of rubble with what might even be a thoughtful look on his face.

A'right, positive emotions, he thought to himself, inadvertently broadcasting his inner monologue all around him. Dat's all it takes ta unbreak the egg an' unscramble the yolk, huh? If dis ain't the biggest Humpty-Dumpty-humpin' mess ya ever heard of...

Skepticism aside, the bunny shut his eyes and concentrated. Easy enough to make himself happy, he just had to picture some of that... and some of that... and a few absolutely amazing pairs of those...

In front of the rabbit, what used to be the rubble of a fairly sensible (for Verens) storefront swirled together into a great grandiose structure that looked like the carvers of ludicrously erotic sculpture had decided to deck out a Vegas casino in all their fine works. Maybe someone should do something about this.

"I'm not sure this is the best use of our time, Ahrah."

"Patience, Dust," said the sword Dust held in a casual backhand grip, the runes on it flickering in time with its voice. "Not every problem can be solved by charging in and attacking.."

"It worked well enough in Falana."

"This is not Falana."

"You're telling me." Dust sighed, glancing over to the sewer grate that ought to disgorge either a giant rat or a gang member at any moment.

[D]

[There's a chill in the air, and not all of it is coming from outside - sharp lines of frost are zigzagging across the wall of this building, away from the small boyish figure in one particular second-story window, and the snow she was brushing off her shoulder looks more like a shower of little ice crystals as it falls back to earth. Honestly, she was working. Who would throw a snowball at a professional on the clock just because they were there? It's so childish.

And to anything childish, there can only be one possible response. Leaning out of the window to scoop up the snow within reach, Naoto gathers a clump into her hand and, with even colder concentration, takes aim. Oh yes, this is a serious affront. Whoever thought she looked like an easy target is going to pay.]

[B/C] - voice

I wonder.... I saw a request on the Task Board for people who can cook with positive feelings. I'd really like to help, but I'm worried I'd startle the other volunteers with my appearance. I don't want to make things worse....

[B]

[ Following the above prompt, somebody's either talked Bols into going ahead and taking a cooking job, or he's been convinced to take a different job that doesn't involve positive feelings as a requirement. EITHER WAY, you're now stuck working with the guy, who is currently nervously introducing himself to you. ]

Umm, I'm Bols of the Jaegers. I hope we can get along.

[G]

[ You've had a conversation or two with Bols over the amulets, but you haven't seen him in person yet. You've never seen him at all, actually; he's so shy he only ever uses voice to communicate instead of image.

But that's about to change. You've arranged to meet up with Bols today for whatever reason: you've decided to tackle something from the Task Board together, you've got something you want to give him, anything of the sort. As you arrive to the pre-arranged meeting spot, though, it looks like he's not here yet... maybe? There's this hulking monster of a man with no shirt and a weird mask on here, but, surely....

He keeps staring at you, though. It's kind of weird. ]

[C/F] - voice

[ Just focus on what you want to send out. Easy, right? ]

So, that holiday I keep hearing about... The celebration held in the honor of a fearsome assassin warlord who sneaks down chimneys in the night to reward his followers and punish those he finds unworthy... Has anyone ever seen him in the act? I'm kind of curious how he does it all in a single night.

[ He's not entirely sure how much of this is legend and how much is fact but he'd rather look like a fool than wake up to a candy cane shank in his ribs for Santa heresy... Whoops some of that may have leaked out into the message. He's really going to need to get used to this. ]

[ E ]

[ Using positive emotions would be faster, sure, but sometimes a man just wants to get his blood pumping! And this is why Bulat is clearing a collapsed house of various debris by hand. Hauling around heavy objects, taking them other places, putting them down... this is nice and uncomplicated and has no moral ambiguities. It's very refreshing. He could get used to this clean, honest labor thing. He's glowing very slightly as he works. Also it's the middle of winter and he's not wearing a shirt but that isn't overtly linked to his emotional state. ]

[They had been tasked with meal preparation, after people learned that they were the chefs in the trattoria back home. Compared to some of the challenges they’ve had to face, this was pretty much a walk in the park to them. There was no restaurant, no real store with the type of kitchen they had back home, but the place they occupied was warm and sufficient, since it was hard to try cooking in the snow unless they wanted it to affect the flavor.

For the moment, the Aldini brothers were practically beaming as they prepared and laid food, considering the territory they were best at was cooking. Takumi was still doing finishing touches as Isami started presenting the dishes.]

Hey, eat up. We still have more where those came from.

[Do you happen to be a hungry passerby who was attracted to the smell? Or perhaps you were invited. It doesn’t matter what the reason is, feel free to approach the brothers, or perhaps they’re the ones who spotted you and waved you over. They’re composed of several different types of italian dishes ranging from pasta and risotto all the way to different dolce, but for those who have been around longer, you might notice the mix of local ingredients from the hamlet to enhance the flavor.]

[ooc; expect possible threadjacking from either

seasonalform or

semifreddo in threads. Also, note that their cooking is at a professional level despite being teenagers, enough to give extreme feelings to professionals in the industry.]

Edited 2014-12-30 15:00 (UTC)

[B]

[using the acting troupe prompt]

Those who knew of her at Honnouji Academy knew Nonon was the kind of performer who liked to earn an encore. Her forte was, naturally, music, but she was no slouch when it came to acting. The drama club had been under her supervision in her time on the student council, so there had been occasion for her to step into a role now and then. And of course, Nonon had never been one to want to share the spotlight in those cases.

There was talent, there. It wasn't just her status or who she was close to; the Honnouji Academy didn't call for Nonon's encores purely out of fear, after all. But the fact that Nonon had managed only a secondary role in this emergency production was a stern reminded that being already established was supposed never hurt. She would have to crawl her way to the top, this time.

Nevertheless, Nonon was very much determined to give it her all. She could be found in front of a city fountain, going over her lines. As usual, Nonon didn't really care who saw... in fact, she seemed to revel in being observed.

Eventually though, she took a break and sat back, sighing at her script. "You know, the material could stand to be a bit better than all this," she said aloud, her voice covering the barest hint of a whine. "And what's a stage performance without being a musical, huh?!"

Yeah, complaining out loud was cathartic.

[C]

[Strongly individualistic. Assertive. Bossy. Just a bit annoyed at most things. These are the kind of emotions one would get a bead on when Nonon Jakuzure first reached out with her amulet]

So these crystals are just grabbing people and dragging them here, eh? That's just great. I mean, it's not like some of us don't have things or messes to clean up back home, right?

... So, who's in charge around here, anyway? I don't follow just anybody, so they'd best at least have their act together. And there's only one person who'll ever get the full extent of my loyalty anyway, so don't expect me to be bowing to whatever head honcho runs this place.

Oh, I guess I should tell you my name. Nonon Jakuzure, heir to the Jakuzure Coorporation and formerly of the Honnouji Academy Elite Four. I can't expect that to mean a lot to most you... which means I'm going to have to put on the best show possible in order to insure it does!

[that last statement comes with a huge swell of assertiveness and confidence, and rest assured, Nonon is grinning on the other end of it]

Edited 2014-12-31 03:55 (UTC)

D

Is it cold outside? Well most people would be wearing their thick jackets likely complaining about how the cold is burning against their face, yet here Judith is in her revealing outfit as if she doesn't have a bother in the world. Just walking down the street, not a single goosebump, not a single shiver with not a care in the world, spear in hand. And her human sized dragon like monster next to her.

"What do you think of this, Ba'ul?"

And she's talking to the creature. Well, it's normal. He's her partner and her friend. But playing in it is not something she wants to do. More or less, she's watching the people around her, smiling slightly at them. However, what can she do? It's weird because her purpose here is gone. No Hermes Blastia to destroy, but she supposes she could help people or have a little fun. No harm in that while she's trying to figure out what's fully going on in this city.

C

My, these amulets are quite the spectacle. I never thought I'd be able to talk to others like this.

[She sounds amused and almost quite a natural at it. It's like talking to Ba'ul through the Nageeg. Just it's to other people now. Though that does make her quite curious.]

Do these amulets work on creatures as well, or just to other people who are wearing these? My friend would probably enjoy talking to everyone.

( 1 )

( Sometimes, you just had to laugh. Calisto has been in Verens for just over a week already, and to be honest it's the most free she's been in her life. How had it come to this?

Almost anything and everything is making her laugh these days, and she'd never been difficult to amuse. The lights of the building she's standing in front of flicker vibrantly every time she bursts into another round of explosive laughter. )

Hahaha! Hey, you! ( She gestures at whoever happens to be passing by. ) Tell me the funniest joke you know.

Edited 2015-01-02 04:17 (UTC)

C

[ Getting more familiar with your surroundings and whatnot included familiarizing yourself with the what-how of how this place worked at all. So it is not too surprising he is trying the amulet out. Of course, he's not too familiar with it at first, and mistakenly believes that he has to engage someone in conversation before anything happens. That and probably because someone else explained it poorly.

Hence the thoughts:

Whatever kind of mastermind thought it was amusing to make such a gambit, will not find it so any longer once I cut them down to size. Literally.

Other joyful snippets include, If that fool keeps staring at me like that I will give them a good reason to make them wish they weren't soon enough., and This nonsense makes me almost miss that fool. ]

D

[ It's blizzarding out there like crazy. Already this annoys him since in this scenario he had a timed job request to complete, for whatever reason. Is he crazy enough to try to go out anyways?

Of course he is.

He is also hoping him getting mad will just evaporate all of the snow. He smirks for a bit when he notices that it turns from snow into rain, though.]

Perfect. Now hopefully no one will get in my way.

E

[ He doesn't really care too much about the city but he also can't leave it a mess so he's actually probably going to try to do something to help. Let us say that this involves him moving something with a good amount of weight behind it. Let us also say that someone manages to bump into him and it slips, falling on his foot to make his life harder.

This in turn makes him emit a pained uncensored swear and he utters a death threat to whomever happened to get in his way. As a result of his anger, he notices it produces a great amount of weeds here or there, contributing to the mess. He groans.

This is going to be a long day. ]

...I hope you were listening well, because this is your fault.

Edited 2015-01-05 10:31 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

Ako Shirabe | Suite Precure

Jareth | Labyrinth

Hirato | Karneval

Queen Elsa | Frozen | prompt A

Robin | Young Justice | prompt c

Wyrden Aisling (The Protagonist) | Freedom Wars

Akame | Akame Ga Kill!

Oz Vessalius | Pandora Hearts