TEST DRIVE: OCTOBER

[simpathis]

— TEST DRIVE: OCTOBER—

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, September 24th and Applications open Thursday, October 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! 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? The following emotions will have more effect than usual: fear, bravery, grief, joy, anger, and calm.

• 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: The weather is beginning to turn, which means the trees of Verens are beginning to shed their leaves much to the displeasure of one of the more "upper class" residential areas of the island. They certainly don't want to do it themselves so they're hiring out otherworlders and locals alike to do it for them -- but at a pittance of what the work is actually worth. This has lead to some pretty sour attitudes by most of the hired workers -- possibly including yourself.

Might as well get it done with as little grumbling as possible since it seems that the negative emotions of the poorly paid workers just cause the leaves to turn colors and fall faster, undoing any work they've done. At this rate, everyone will be here for hours.

• Prompt E: With fall comes the desire for all things reminiscent of fall. Including anything and everything pumpkin. One coffee shop is so popular for their special Spiced Pumpkin coffee and tea, that they're having a hard time keeping the ingredients in stock despite the long lines that are weaving out the door and into the sidewalk. Grumpy customers waiting in the fresh cooling temperatures outside are less than pleased, and some even grumble about the wait openly.

It all gets completely out of hand when one poor, lone employee walks out of the door and clears their throat -- explaining that they would be out of the in demand drinks until the day after next. An explosion of irate emotions cause the formerly crisp winds to pick up and wrap into miniature tornadoes! Mostly inconvenient, but perhaps a little destructive to things that are light enough to get tossed around. Looks like right now, finding somewhere else to get an afternoon pick-me-up is a good idea.

• Prompt F: Some shops are beginning to switch out their summer wares for things that are more friendly for the upcoming fall weather. This means quite a few of them are looking for extra hands. Perhaps you wouldn't mind lending a hand for some extra pocket money? One shop in particular is trying to give away their least popular products -- sunglasses that give the wearer a more sunny and welcoming personality.

Why were they unpopular you ask? Probably because of the slight and barely noticeable malfunction that seemed to make the enchantment on them work completely incorrectly. Instead of making the wearer much happier and receptive they only magnify the current emotion the wearer seems to have! Or worse, completely turn it upside down. Of course, this is all explained (very quickly, and barely understandably) as a representative swiftly places a pair in your hands!

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include something like raging bull and/or cart full of loose buckets.

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!

Comments

Gou Matsuoka | Free!

[muscle_maniac]

[ Prompt A ]
[Despite being taken to a world built on emotions, Gou's been a bit busy sight seeing. And it's then when she gets distracted the best way she knew how to.]

Oh! Those biceps are so amazing! Oh oh! But look at those triceps.. Oh~ And over there--

No! Gou! This isn't appropriate behavior to exhibit.. I have to restrain myself!

[Now trying to cover her eyes, but peeking through her fingers isn't much better.]

But they're so beautiful~

[Guess who forgot about the emotions and sparkles can be seen everywhere now?]

[ Prompt B ]

Huh bubbles?

[Glancing around and...]

Wha--?! Why is there so many?!

[Okay... popping them shouldn't be that hard.]

[ Prompt C ]

[Okay... time to see if this works like the others told her it would. It... couldn't be that hard... right?]

Uhm... Hello? Does anyone hear me? Am I even doing this right?

Re: Gou Matsuoka | Free!

[oyogihoudai]

[Haru's thoughts flow back quietly]

I can hear you. You're doing fine.

B

[hugseme]

Oh, hey Gou-chan!

[Nagisa has to push some bubbles aside as they float past his face. Smiling, he gestures at the bubble infestation cluttering up the atmosphere.]

Are these all yours?

C - Voice only

[jumpstheshark]

[It's because he knew to expect her trying out the network as well as the familiar voice that tells Rin that his little sister is giving it a go. The feeling itself, faint and somewhat warm from his end, is one he figures suits her.

He wonders if he answers if she'll be able to tell it is him with as much ease. He hasn't been the greatest at keeping in touch with her... would thwir bond as siblings be obvious or familiar to her? Would his voice give him away? What if responded as text, would she recognize him through feeling alone. He is worried about that answer.

... ugh. Sousuke was right, he should've been trying more.

Shaking off the thoughts a little, he replies, at least trying to sound encouraging.]

Loud and clear, told you you'd pick it up easy.

A

[velvet_teen]

[ There are sparkles. This, logically, means that there's something good around and Alice wants in. Alice doesn't have a lot of girls her own age to reference here - could be food, could be clothes, could be a cute cat? Whatever, she wants it too. ]

What are you looking at? The bakery?

[ Yeah, it smells pretty good but it can't be that good, she thinks while totally ignoring the guy swanning around with a tray of fresh pastries who clearly gets a hell of a workout kneading dough. Only the pastries are important, the guy is only a vehicle. ]

Spock || Star Trek (TOS)

[sciencefirst]

[C]

[Being a Vulcan - well, half, but who's keeping track here? - Spock is no stranger to telepathy. But as he's explained it countless times before, the invasion of one's mind upon another is a deeply personal matter, and not something to be done lightly. Indeed, being surrounded as he was by highly emotional humans, the idea of using telepathy to peek into their minds was a prospect best avoided.

He's still surrounded by highly emotional humans, but the idea that this small crystal can not only facilitate telepathy but seems to actually encourage it as a form of communication is, at the very least, interesting. After being here a few days and verifying that, for the time being, he appears to be stuck here, Spock decides it is time to test it out for himself.]

Hello, this is Spock. Pardon the mental intrusion, it was necessary to determine the effectiveness of this device.

If I may, I would like to inquire as to the frequency with which this form of communication is utilized, and whether or not one would find themselves lacking the necessary knowledge to function from day to day were they to abstain from it.

[All things considered, Spock would much prefer to get by without letting a bunch of humans into his head.]

[F]

[Spock barely manages to catch the clerk's explanation before he finds himself alone with a pair of sunglasses in his hand. It seemed logical at the time for him to seek temporary employment, however, perhaps "sales" was not quite the best way to go about it. The shop appeared eager for any sort of assistance, though (they didn't even so much as glance at the ears) so he didn't question the opportunity to earn a bit of cash...

...but really, how is he supposed to sell these things if he cannot even explain what they do? Turning them over in his hands, Spock raises an eyebrow, and, with the slightest of shrugs, puts the glasses on. The only way to know what they do is to try them himself, right?]

...! No...!

[The moment he slips the sunglasses on, he can feel it trying to worm its way past his heavily layered defenses to get at the deeply buried emotion within. For humans, the amplification or rearrangement of emotions would no doubt be painless, if somewhat irritating, but for someone who has spent decades hiding and denying the existence of feelings, it feels akin to a sharply pointed needle aimed for his mind.

Ripping the glasses off, Spock tosses them to the side. Straightening up, he looks around for an employee, and turns to the closest person at hand.]

I regret that I find myself unable to peddle this particular item. If there is perhaps another task I might perform...?

[G]

[Open to other scenarios too! Bonus if we can get that raging bull in it!]

C

[trustycrowbar]

[It isn't so much the question that was asked, as the WAY it was asked that gets Gordon's attention. He himself doubted the safety of transmitting thoughts and feelings using the crystals, and it was actually a small comfort to find a like-minded individual in that.]

[But there was something about the way the stream of consciousness flowed. It felt metered. Quantified? It felt like a computer program reciting Shakespeare. Strange.]

You can probably survive without using it. The advantage is that you miss out on the rumor mill, but you also might miss some important news that would only spread through this thing.

I wouldn't just leave it somewhere, though; from what I understand, without something to siphon off excess emotional energy, you can wind up... sort of poisoned by it.

F

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch is not the person Spock asked, but he does approach after his conversation with his coworker. Enoch is nothing if not innately empathetic, and seeing anyone in any sort of distress is not something he can ignore. He leaves his own browsing (looking for things to safeguard against unwanted emotional effects, ironically enough), and approaches once the other employee leaves.]

Excuse me, are you all right? What did that thing do?

Van Hohenheim | Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood/manga)

[bombastus]

D
[ Hohenheim doesn't mind work, and he has not worried about payment in a very long time. He has been, for the majority of his life, a wanderer; he takes what he can get, wherever he happens to need it. His attempts at saving have never been very complex. The values of things change too often for him to keep up with, anyway, with how much traveling he does.

So it's mostly out of obligation that he's here, steadily raking leaves, the air around him hanging warm and mild with his patience. He cannot resent something simple to do with his hands, or conversation born of boredom among workers.

When his partner drops about half a tree on him in irritation, though, he looks up without bothering to shake the leaves off his hair and shoulders. One's hanging off his glasses; there are several in his beard. Matter-of-fact: ]

That isn't helping.

G1
[ --and that's how Hohenheim winds up backed against a wall, hands splayed in a universal, useless gesture of calm down, as if attempting to soothe the escaped bull that looks all of five seconds from goring him. It had been in a perfectly docile mood before he was in the vicinity. In fact, it's still ignoring the rest of the market, trailing a snapped-off lead and snorting at its captive.

Animals have never liked him. ]

G2
[ Bring your own! ]

G1

[weaponsgrade]

[Roy has seen some really weird things on the streets of Verens but a raging bull? That's... more odd than usual. He somehow manages to escape the bull's ire (mostly by stepping into an alley out of immediate sight) but then his damned conscious decides that perhaps he needs to follow this one, just in case.

Really shouldn't let people get hurt on his watch -- even if it's not technically his watch. Still... that bull's setting itself up to be a nice, crispy barbecue, at this rate.

But when Roy rounds a corner and sees just who the bull is threatening, he laughs.

There's no amusement in the laughter: it's edging more on hysterical than anything else. Really, he shouldn't know this guy by sight -- he had that clusterfuck of a fight to thank for that -- but there's really no mistaking the resemblance. Why not him? Let's just bring all the ones best left dead and buried into this place. Try that last struggle over again and see how it goes this time.

So Roy leans against a wall and tries not to laugh too hysterically.

It's a bull, man. You can handle it.]

ST0914-ish

[shadowofpride]

[It was nighttime in Verens and Selim was where he shouldn't be. Every good little kid should be back in their homes by now to get a good night's rest, but not Selim. Pride just liked to keep himself busy, it made him restless when he wasn't given something to do.

He was in the market square, which was still bustling with activity despite the time of night. Naturally a few people wondered why a child was wandering around on his own, but he simply shrugged them off and told them he was running an errand. He would mention he wasn't really alone as most knew he had a bodyguard. He did pick up on the warnings about a hooligan displaying some indecency in the area recently. People were just strange sometimes.

As he thanked a couple for their warning, he stumbles into someone.]

Sorry! ...Oh, it's you. [Not even an Hello Hohenheim, just an "oh, you're still here." kind of response.]

Matt "Daredevil" Murdock | Daredevil (Marvel-616)

[actuallydaredevil]

[ This is 616!Matt, circa Volume 3-4, so I guess technically Road Warrior? Basically he's Daredevil. Well, in normal clothes and all but... The cat is out of the horn-headed bag, just fyi. ]

C: ARE YOU THERE, EMP? IT'S ME, MATT.

Testing, testing... Is this thing on? Man, Dr. Strange would have a field day with this wouldn't he? Okay. Hi, everybody. Daredevil here. Got a question for you guys, since I'm assuming you'll have better luck than I will. I keep hearing about this crystal in the sky, the amulets... they've all got colors, right? I could use some help with that, so...

[ He pauses. He likes to build a little tension, though the fact that he's projecting his thoughts means now you know he's just pausing for effect, too. ]

What color is the crystal in the sky right now? I'm curious about my amulet too. Didn't have much of a chance when I was getting settled in. I'll be a little disappointed if it isn't red, to be honest.

[ Someone tell him whether or not he can receive mental images on this thing, cause it's gonna blow his mind. ]

A+F: THE SUNGLASSES ARE JUST FOR SHOW

No, really, it's fine. I like mine just-- just fine. No, no thank you.

[ Poor Matt can't catch a break. He isn't looking to buy new sunglasses, his are just fine thank you, but the salesperson at the shop doesn't seem to care, thrusting them on his person. They're not even the right shape. Matt runs his fingers over them; round. Not too thick. Wouldn't do him much good. He hasn't worn shades like this for years. The, uh, magic has a hum to it too. Still getting used to that.

He gives the glasses another once over, focusing his senses on their round, thin frames. Like back when the papers had first started printing "Matt Murdock is Daredevil." Back with the lawsuits and the lies and all the people who were hurt because of him. Back when he got low. His thoughts darken the area around him, sounds and smells and even textures muted to anyone who walks past, like a cloud that just makes anyone closeby feel numb. Surrounded by a gloom that's literally palpable, Matt places the sunglasses back on the rack. Yeah, no, he'd really rather not go back to that Matt. ]

Thanks, but no thanks.

G: OR, IDK SOMETHING ELSE, WHATEVER

[ I'm open to anything! ]

C

[nerdylilspidey]

[Honestly, Peter should try to focus more on the fact that this man has asked a question and is looking for some help. Because that's a thing he does. He helps people.

But he got kind of hung up on that introduction - Daredevil, oh God - and he's getting crazy flashbacks of the times he worked with the man, helping him fight the Kingpin. The mental images are fleeting, and obviously Peter doesn't mean to project them outward, but there they are. And then he abruptly remembers seeing the man's body among the wreckage after that huge Magneto-induced flood. That Daredevil, at least as Peter knows him, has been dead for a while.

On the one hand, that answers one of Peter's questions. The one that went "Didn't I just die?"] Yeah, I guess I'm definitely dead...

How could we have both just gotten here, though? That's. That's weird. I mean the attack was months ago... Right? Oh, my God, I'm losing all track of time. This is- This is crazy weird, oh my God...

[And there go Peter's thoughts, tumbling out of his brain without him even realizing it.]

C

[cigarbribery]

[Foggy's in the middle of sipping coffee--really good coffee, mind, the kind that tastes good and drags you back to the land of the living--when he hears someone's voice coming from nowhere and--yeah. Yeah, he is so not used to this whole telepathy thing, a week here and he's still adjusting. He jumps a little, startled first by how sudden it is, and then--

--wait.

Daredevil?]

Matt? Whatever happened to that secret identity of yours, Jesus. Where are you? [He's shrugging his coat on and rushing out of the cafe--"put that on my tab, I swear I'll pay!" he yells before a storm cloud can start forming--and quietly worrying about Matt suddenly being incredibly casual about, you know, being Daredevil.]

Mairin | Pokemon (anime) [D; in which Mairin forgets that she is still kind of clutzy]

[lavieenmarron]

Mairin and trees were never a good combination.

She didn't mind that the pay was low, she could use the money, so she tried her best to ignore her frustrations and focus on the good that'd come out of all of this! There was no point in getting upset over it, but at the same time, seeing all those dour-looking people, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe they had a point. Was the pay too low? Was it really that unfair?

She didn't want to add to the negativity (it was really bringing those leaves down and wasting everyone's hard work!), but she didn't want to stay quiet if everyone was really getting cheated out of their hard-earned pay.

So, just to make sure, she started climbing up the tree, to see how much work had been done and by how many people, despite her terrified little Pokemon flailing desperately at her not to (honestly, Chespie worries too much!), but—

That was when Mairin's foot slipped, and she caught onto nothing but air, and she wound up sliding down doing the splits to make sure both her feet pressed onto treebark.

Not that it stopped her downward plummet, down she slid, wearing out her shoes, her descent only stopping when a tree branch caught her from below.

"AaaaAAAH, MY BUTT'S STUCK!!"

All the panic and flailing may or may not be blowing a big whirlwind of confusion and scattering even more leaves, wow, sorry, guys...

[redhotblaze]

Chris is wandering by when she hears the loud screaming. Eyes widening, she scrambles over towards it, and... just ends up staring at the girl and Pokemon stuck up the tree.

"H-How... how the hell did you get stuck up there?!" she says, standing firm amidst the whirlwind. "... You know what, nevermind! Just calm down so I can come and get you down...!"

Aries Mu | Saint Seiya

[lamb_of_gold]

A

[Though he's not as secluded as he'd like to be for this, Mu has, after several days of observation - watching, listening... Perhaps a smidge of eavesdropping - found himself comfortable and confident enough to begin to test these gifts he'd been given.

He sits alone in a quiet corner of the Canal Market (As quiet a corner as one can find there), with a tall mug of something warm and a simple potted plant before him. Mu looks rather placid with his eyes half closed and the very ghost of a smile on his face. A moment later, the flower...straightens up a little, and the pale colouring of it’s petals deepen.

Mu’s smile grows and he sits back in his chair, regarding it.]

How very curious.





C

[The widespread use of telepathy had been a surprise. Though his own world was not bereft of others gifted with it, Mu was unused to others who displayed it quite as strongly as he did. He had learned quickly that it was the amulets that facilitated this, and his was no exception, though some initial testing indicated that his psychokinesis, at least, was in place.

There was a different feeling to it, however. Using the amulet felt more….focused, somehow. More directed. There was a certain intent to telepathy in this manner, and looking through the lens of a lifetime with this selfsame gift, it was somewhat fascinating. Perhap that needed measure of intent explained the lack of mental chatter that he’d expected upon learning that it was commonplace.

Still. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He focuses on, and then through the amulet, allowing a single thought to broadcast to anyone near enough to hear it.]

My, now this is an interesting trinket I’ve found myself with.


G

[BYO feels. I have no idea what I'm doing 8D!]

((Feel free to answer in [action] or prose, I can do either!))

[eyeswideopen]

[Nagito had picked up maple cookies to go with his spiced pumpkin tea he intended to brew when he got back to his workplace. There's a bit of happiness swirling in his mental voice as he checks over the package that's going to last him until evening.]

Hm, hm, they are quite interesting, aren't they? Make sure not to lose it or this world will suck all your emotions out of you.

[The undertone to that is edged with a little bit of nervousness. Nagito has some thoughts on dying and how he doesn't want to do it anymore. Kind of depressing really. There's a thread of it that seeps through like water lapping at a lake's shore.]

It takes a week or so for that to happen, or so I've heard. Ah, how much have you been told about this place so far?

The Jon | Steam Powered Giraffe

[eau_de_gravy]

[Prompt D]

[The Jon loved fall. And really, he'dve happily helped rake leaves without being paid given how rarely he got to see any sort of fall foliage. So unlike others, the skinny brassold bot was humming cheerfully to himself as he worked raking a little pile of leaves into the larger heap he'd accumulated in the past hour. The whole pile seemed abnormally bright, awash with vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows, glittering in the afternoon sunlight with a dusting of gold. Similar swirls of dust trailed after the bot as he finally let the rake hit the grass with a muffled thump.

Taking a moment to glance around, make sure no one was around to see as he casually strolled away from the leaf pile still humming innocently.

At least until he figured he would have a good head start, turning abruptly on his heel to go running back the way he came, giggling enthusiastically as he leapt right into the middle of the tall pile, disappearing in a swirl of leaves and steam, glitter puffing up in a cloud as the pile was disturbed.

There was no robot here! Just a squirming pile of leaves that giggled on occasion, and anyone passing might catch sight of the blue glow of a pair of optics from amongst the leaves if they lingered long enough.]

[mybackstory]

[Well, there was only one pile of giggling leaves in the sea of irritated people, the atmosphere feeling a bit... heated just due to that.

Really, Spine had only come to pick Jon back up after he'd taken up the task. Letting the younger bot do a few things on his own was good for him, more so when it was something as easy as raking leaves. He had no idea that other people would be involved and upset by all the work and how little they'd be paid for it.

So it was carefully that Spine was picking his way through, a bit of tension in his posture just from the emotions flared around-]

The Jon? Where are ya, bucko? It's about time for you to come back to the house.[No, he knew just where the brassold bot was, but he still looked around, a hand on his hip. A few electrical sparks hovered around him from a his bit of tension but... well.

It was Jon, how could he not play along?]

Ike | Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn

[nofigsgiven]

-D-

[That's an impressive pile of leaves; several grown men could get buried in it. But Ike is no stranger to manual labor, and moving around a lot for different jobs means he knows how to work fast. He's been at this all day, and he wasn't even hired; he's just helping out anyone who's lagging behind due to their own irritation with their employers. Right now, he's come to your rescue.

Also, and this might be considered a minor issue if you wanted to nitpick, he's building said pile in front of the front door to the mansion.]

Don't worry, just tell them I did it. Make sure they know where to find me. I'm looking forward to it.


-C- Image

[He'd do voice, but he's no more familiar with the concept of a normal phone than with a video call, and having the network pitched to him as "talking to people from far away" just made him imagine a face-to-face conversation. It's neat, though. It would be amazingly useful back home...

Anyway.]

Hi. I'm a new arrival, and there's something I can't figure out. Are all the natives here be--humans? I know some of the Otherworlders are different, but it doesn't look like it's many of them. Don't get me wrong, I'm a beo--human, but I find it odd that there are so few people in this world who aren't.

[image]

[classier]

Certainly they're all humans. It's terribly unusual to hear of a world where that isn't true, though we do have a splendid representative from a land of talking ponies.

[Maribelle approves greatly of Princess Celestia.]

From whence do you hail?

Ikeda Asaemon | Gintama

[yaexecutioner]

[ So you know those brave souls that are without jobs standing at the street corner, holding up a sign and handing out resumes? This young woman is doing that. But what is that sign saying? Well, in big bold letters, it reads:
EXECUTIONER WITH OVER A DECADE OF EXPERIENCE FOR HIRE.
PLEASE TAKE ONE RESUME.
FREE DEMONSTRATIONS UPON REQUEST.*
THANK YOU.

*You must provide the prisoner.

[ Considering that it's a fall day and the autumn winds have picked up, one would also think that the pile of resumes would easy be blown away. However, they're as still as a boulder, not even a single corner flapping up once. Those that may reach one one may find them incredibly heavy, as all of her hidden anxiety in acquiring a new job in a strange place weighs the paper down.

Regardless, she's clearly searching for a job all wrong. Why, she's not even smiling or saying hello! Someone help the poor swordswoman. ]

[sciencefirst]

[There is only one word to convey Spock's opinion on this particular job seeking method. Passing her on the way back to his apartment, he pauses to read her sign, his eyebrow immediately lifting upward at the first word and only climbing higher as he reads on.

He has absolutely no use for her professed services, belonging both to a pacifist race as well as serving in an organization with the expressed motto of peace, yet he cannot help his curiosity to learn what he can about her. Free information, when offered but ignored, would simply be a waste. Reaching out, he lifts the top resume off the pile. Even with his Vulcan strength, this proves to be no easy task.

Weighing the thin yet strangely heavy sheet of paper in his hand, he looks over the woman's sign again.]

Fascinating.

Chris Yukine | Senki Zesshou Symphogear

[redhotblaze]

[B]

Chris is new to Verens, and she knew she needed money. Just do a simple job for some easy cash, right? It seemed simple enough to do, in the end. How hard could it be to teach a dog to sit?

Turns out, very, very hard. Especially since said dog was one the sort of puppy that was bigger than it had any right to be and was freakishly strong.

And so, you could now see Chris Yukine, teenaged operative of the secret organization S.O.N.G. and wielder of the relic Ichaival, being dragged through the streets of Verens like a discarded bag of feed.

"I SAID HEEL, YOU DUMB MUTT!" Chris shrieked, as she tried to plant her heels into the ground. "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Fluffy" only let out a cheerful bark in response.

Unfortunately, Chris was very much a temperamental and hot blooded figure, the longer this went on, the madder she got, especially when anger was in greater prominence at the moment. What was even worse were the tiny explosions Chris's emotions left in the wake of her vain attempts to keep pace with the cursed beast.

[C - Voice]

[... okay, so she's reluctant, but Chris is going to give this amulet thing a try. She takes a deep breath, and tries to come up with her first message to these people, this new world, this place that is, for lack of a better word, her home.

Unfortunately, she ends up sending the first thing that comes to her mind]

God, what do you even say during these things?

...

[urgh]

B

[amenohabakiri]

Tsubasa isn't sure what she noticed first walking through the city - the barking, Chris' screaming, or the bursts of emotion. Either way she emerges around a corner as Chris is dragged past her, and quietly blinks for a moment before easily falling in stride beside her.

"Yelling isn't going to help you in this situation, Yukine."

Ingo | Pokemon (anime)

[yuureiressha]

[B; Task ST0908]

"Alright, boys, as your newly-elected leader, what say we be democratic and take a vote!" a rotting, reanimated corpse says around a beaming grin— not that he was capable of making any other expression, having lost too much skin to make any other expression. "All in favour of staging our take-over of Verens today?"

A number of mottled hands and stumps and worn-down bones fly up all around the recently exhumed graves.

Ingo arrived just in time to catch that last bit, darting away to hide behind a larger tombstone, listening in, initially skeptic. "... really?"

He had his doubts when he first accepted the task (democratic zombies?), and yet. There they were.

With his own ghostly companion, Chandelure, floating close by, Ingo decided to wait for the right moment to ambush them, his confusion quickly giving way to an uneasy excitement: tension hanging thickly in the air, along with more than a few sparks of excitement as he smirked despite the uncertainty of the situation (he did enjoy a challenge, after all, and so seldom found himself uncertain of victory).

—Whether things would go according to plan remained to be seen. Join the fight, misinterpret the situation, wander in unwittingly?

Chise Hatori | The Ancient Magus Bride | C

[sleighbeggy]

[Chise is what is known as a "sleighbeggy". Besides attracting all magical creatures to her like a "queen bee" she is also something of a living magic conduit. In short her body is something like a megaphone when it comes to magic, it magnifies it about a thousand fold.

(And yes this is very dangerous and can very well kill her if she's not careful. Magical mentor-types, ho!)

She fondles her amulet, it is exactly like the one Elias gave her-- a stone worn into a perfect circle in a river. A ring to see what most cannot see.

She does try to be very careful.]

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [It is like a battering ram into the brain. The mental equivalent of having your ear drums shattered. Chise, as sender, however is quite unaware of just how "loud" she was.]

CHISE!

[dragonhero]

[Well that's one loud voice that's making this dragon wince.]

Yowch, easy on the mental voices!

Koto | Kyousougiga

[chasestherabbit]

[ D ]

Come on! Don't you realize that you're making things worse by being complete sour pusses?

[ sure enough, the leaves are dropping at unusually quickly thanks to the negativity around. They'll be dropped quicker if it weren't for the girl's naturally bright personality fending off the seasonal blues. ]

Sure there's a lot we have to do. Plus the pay's really little... [ now it seems like she's convinced herself it's not worth it. A few more leaves fall to the ground. ]

But we can make this fun!

[ she makes a quick recovery back into cheerful can do attitude ]

[ G ]

[ Get out of the way! There's a raging bull!

Except one young girl seems to be having the time of her life teasing it. Showing off some surprising athleticism and speed, she lets the bull get close before she dodges out of the way, laughing.

If that wasn't enough of a bizarre sight, when the bull decides to devote its attention elsewhere on some poor sap (perhaps you), the young girl pulls a mini mallet out of her skirt pocket that instantaneously grows much larger. ]

Hey hey hey. Knock. It. OFF!

[ and smashes the ground near the bull. Fully realizing who's first in the pecking order, the bull retreats quietly. She looks a little unimpressed by that; now what is she supposed to do for fun?

The young girl turns to you ]

[disastergirl]

[Whoa. While she wasn't the one who was unlucky enough to be chased by that bull, that also meant she could focus a lot more of her attention on that weird hammer.]

Hey, where did you get that hammer? I want one of those!

Shu-Ten | Akatsuki no Yona

[originalryokuryuu]

(( prompt b - white ))

[ Catching chipmunks... That seemed sort of... meaningless? He was pretty sure they would just find the way back, but if they were such a menace he supposed he could do it.

At least he was sure that he would easily be able to catch them, with the jumping ability of his leg.

He quickly catches two at once, flitting through a tree, but then there is one problem he didn't really considers, as he dangles upside down in the tree with one animal in each hand. ]

Hey, what am I supposed to do with these once I've caught 'em, anyway?


(( prompt f ))

[ He's confused. What was that? He didn't really catch it. And the representative moved on right away, too, and leaves Shu-Ten in stumped confusion. ]

Wha--?


(( wildcard ))

small>[ Throw what you want at me! ]

B! (OMFG)

[becomeashield]

[Meanwhile on solid ground, Zeno had set up traps in a more conventional way, which means he used some snowcones as bait inside rectangular cages. He had caught three of the furry cute animals with the method and he's quite satisfied about it. Hopefully that's the rest of the family.]

Well, the task board never said anything on the matter, Ryokuryuu! I think they don't care as long as they stop eating that person's food, so that's up to us to decide. [He looks up at Shu-ten's hanging position and makes eye contact, trying hard not to look too mischievous.] Need some help up there?