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Test Drive #11.

Welcome to the Synodiporia Test Drive Meme! Below the cuts there are two new prompts, and here are the prompts from previous test-drives, which you’re still welcome to use in this post. When you comment, be sure you specify what prompt you want to play with, and please put up your own threadstarter - it makes for a much more friendly environment that a forest of bare toplevels! OCs are especially welcome! Please take a quick look at our Directory & familiarize yourself with the concept and setting of the game before you jump in.

Our upcoming app round runs September 1st-7th. Our next Jaunt, The Lightning Age, a postcolonial steampunk romp with a hunt for a fugitive disordering a peaceful flying city, will run September 12th-October 19th, and an alternate player-driven setting, or Walkabout, will be available (but the specific setting has yet to be voted upon).

Prompt #33 is set in the sometimes Mad-Max like post-apocalyptic academia of the Ivory Tower jaunt, where an isolated school works to restore civilization decades after a brutal war destroyed it. But off-campus, things can get a little rougher…

Prompt #34 is set in the world of Heartbreak Academy, a shoujo high school world where Social Technology, or S. Tech, allows the physical conjuration of emotions - sparkles, roses, soundtracks, emotes and rainclouds. Heartbreak Academy teaches elite students how to better master their S. Tech - and as you could imagine, this makes practical exams… very interesting...

Prompt #33: Pop Quiz.

There are chlorine bombs in the library, and snipers outside.

To be more specific, the library is an open-air market set up in a suburban French high-rise parking garage, one of the few buildings on this side of the city to survive intact, and a good place for gatherings that might need a quick getaway. Academics from across Europe use it as a trading post - bringing old books, or bringing computer printouts collected in three-ring binders, driving up in dune buggies or armored trucks, landing on the ceiling in helicopters, conducting a rapid swap of the valuables, and leaving.

But this time, the warlords knew they were coming. On each floor, among the parked cars, there’s a truck or van with deflated tires and an empty gas tank, in which an oil-drum and a detonator have been mounted. It’s overkill, but worse is the fact that in half-demolished buildings to either side are snipers. To the west, they only have crossbows, but the raider on the northeast has some sort of pre-War antimateriel rifle, and he’s already scragged a buggy in the exit ramp and shot a chopper pilot on the roof.

So now, it’s up to the academics. Those who study environmental sciences are trying to find ways to neutralize the chemicals. Engineers are working to disarm the detonators or fix the vehicles enough to safely transport the bombs. The history and humanities students are given the job of finding some way to stop the snipers, and stop raiders from getting in to steal any of their texts or other resources.

And some, of course, are caught in the fine traditions of academic debate, and may need Travelers to steer them to more decisive action… but of course, there might be Travelers among the raiders, too.

Prompt #34 Partner Exercise

The exam is simple. Each of you’s been given a spare, teacher-monitored Moe-Meter and left alone in the exam hall. Using S. Tech - not just fancy manifestations, but your words and actions, your persuasive skill and acting ability, all the skills that make you effective with S. Tech - you and your partner for this exam have to bury the needle. The problem is, you have to do it in both directions - positive emotion, maxing things out with cuteness, fondness, or warm feelings - and negative emotion, hitting empty on the meter through sadness, anger, or fear. Any sort of against-the-rules physical contact is an automatic F (if your partner reports it), but apart from that, it’s up to your imagination. You have fifteen minutes - that’s like Seven Minutes In Heaven and Seven in Hell, with one minute of cooldown in between.

Threaded | Flat

33: Infiltrating

The Nightmare King is, in fact, not sitting behind a sniper rifle. He's sitting behind a sniper, his own scope trained on the academics inside the carpark. The tall, pale man is well known for his lack of empathy for much of anyone or anything outside of his own team of people and even that can be fickle.

"You know the plan Onyx, nobody gets out and nobody but our own goes in." He says to the sniper, smile vicious. "Those tomes and supplies are ours."

34: Investigating

The real problem is that whomever gets paired up with Pitch is facing quite literally Fear Itself and getting anything positive out of him is a tall order. There's no roil to the shadows yet, but the vague foreboding sense that radiates off of him is ever present.

"Welcome to failure. I do hope they have summer school for this."

[ Seemingly insurmountable odds, outnumbered by rifle weapons, at risk of chemical weapons. This is not alien to Wyrden at all.

She sees one very simple solution to the snipers. Whenever she was embroiled in firefights in her homeland, there usually was only one way out. Shoot the opposing gunmen fast enough so that their Accessories could be taken out before they revived their attached Sinners.

This would be a lot easier if they had more people. Sure, the opposition had no Accessories, but she and Ramiel were only one pair. If they were both down at the same time, it would be the end of the line for the rest of the researchers.

So, she turns to you, who happens to be in her immediate vicinity. ]

Hey. Can you shield? Cover me and I'll take them out.

[ The soldier indicates the surroundings with a wide sweep of her hand. Yes, she means all of them. She'll probably die more than once, but that's fine. as long as everyone else can stay safe - or rather, safer than they are right now. ]

Edited 2015-08-29 00:43 (UTC)

34 - Infiltrating

Hitting empty on the meter wasn't a difficult thing. His own personal aura of self-loathing and anger was a nearly tangible thing... even when it wasn't manifesting all around him.

"I suppose half-credit is better than no credit." He had to feel some sense of pity for his partner. It wasn't their fault they'd been paired with him.

Edited 2015-08-29 01:19 (UTC)

34- investigation

Please kill him. He might actual rather go through the Game again than deal with this.

Emotions are not Neku's strong suit. The whole 'caring about other people' thing is pretty new, and even with the people he's best at that with he still fucks up. A lot. A whole lot. (Sorry, Shiki.) This might not be exactly that, but it's pretty clearly a test on how well you can communicate with other people. If you manage to convince Neku to go into bitch mode, you might be able to pass the negative portion of the test. Unfortunately, he's even less interested in doing that that he is sparkling.

"So... how the hell is this supposed to work?" he asks whoever his poor partner is. Hopefully they're not a native of this place where he's going to tank their grade forever...

[I could have gone for the obvious but I thought this would be kinda fun...)

33: infiltrating

He knows what he's doing. He knows that he's good.

He doesn't know if he's this good.

His hands hover above the exposed wiring of the bomb that sits before him. He takes slow, careful breaths, heart beating hard as he thinks about what he's doing. He could mess this up he could mess this up and get himself and a lot of other people killed.

Or he might just manage to get it right and that's one more issue taken care of. Of course it's a pinprick in the whole situation, there are other bombs, wired differently, and people who are more than likely to die.

But he can't concentrate on them. He has to work on this.

Sucking in a breath, he starts the process of disarming the damn thing, working in between beats of his own heart and hoping with every cut, he hasn't just fucked everything over.

26. The Garden of Images
There's a part of Yosuke that is confused. He thought they left all of this behind when they failed. When they ran out of leads and Namatame was under arrest. They ran out of moves and with Teddie gone and the disappearances drawing to a complete halt, well there was no reason to go back into the TV world.

It was too painful and now here he was wandering though something that reminded him intensely of that place and was simultaneously different. Too many extra TVs and there was no fog. His glasses completely useless under the bright lights; even if he'd still been carrying them around at this point.

He's all set to chuck them into the vast wilderness of cable or and screen beyond, when he eyes catch on familiar faces. The glowing screens drawing his attention enough that he tucks the orange frames back in his pocket and wanders closer, curious to what he's seeing.

34. Investigating
This whole thing is making Yosuke uncomfortable. He can positive emotion with the best of them, but the negative end of the scale....It makes him nervous, a little jittery on the inside. He doesn't do well putting words to things like anger or jealousy.

Which begs the question of how the heck is going to fake it enough to pass? Sorry partner this probably isn't going to end well at all for you if you're expecting to pass.

Edited 2015-08-29 04:33 (UTC)

#34 - Partner Exercise (Investigating)

This is profoundly weird. Not just being jawa-sized again, though that had definitely been the first thing that had struck Molly as peculiar about this particular world, being 16 again, with all the hormones that entailed. The whole place is ninety degrees to anything she might consider normal. Everyone knows about magic, and mind manipulation isn't just allowed, it's encouraged.

At least the whole emotion-as-magic thing is familiar, though even there, the lessons are askew from what she'd been taught: unleash, rather than control. She'd blown her first few lessons by virtue of trying to do the exact wrong thing, and while she's started to catch up, it still has her stumbling far more often than she'd like. At least her partner probably won't expect much - she might be better than a number of the other 'transfer students', but she's nowhere near the top of the class.

"Right," she says, eyeing the Moe-Meter like it might just grow fangs and start nibbling on people. "Care Bear Stare first?"

#20 - Dark Forest (Infiltrating)

The forest, with its twisting, serpentine briars and unrelenting gloom, puts Sir Margaret in mind of some of her father's old stories. Not the ones he'd told when she was a child, filled with dashing knights who always, always saved the fair Lady and slew the monster and arrived back home in time to kiss their daughters on the forehead and tell them one last story, please daddy. The ones he'd told her once she'd been accepted as a squire, parcelled out on her rare visits home and the rarer crossing of their paths, gifts born equally of pride and fear. Stories meant to warn her that there are dangers in the dark and in the forests, are and always have been, and not all heroes find their way back home.

Her sword gleams blue-white as she cuts away a creeping tendril that seeks to find its way through the chinks in her armour, and glances back past her mount's lashing tail, clublike and spotted like that of a clouded leopard. Every time they've slowed to take stock, the briars have drawn in; it's getting more than a little tiresome.

"Anyone else have the impression we're being herded somewhere?"

33: infiltrator

While being a history student might seem to some to be passive, useless... one thing that comes up again and again?
Wars. Tactics. This young scholar's putting that knowledge to use. He frowns over a map of the facility, and at a list of the resources available to them, as he helps work on the defenses.

"We've already covered the ramps, I presume? What do we have covering the stairways?"

34: investigator.

Xehanort's been ... conflicted this whole time. On one hand, learning about how emotion and drive can affect the world around them? He's jumped at the opportunity, glad to learn everything he can about S. Tech as a whole. Its history, its effects, its uses in the modern world. It's an incredible thing to discover.

But on the other... Why must it take this form right now? This... insipid... ugh. Such a waste. Part of him wants to just abandon the exercise, but ... his pride's still there, after all.

He gives his partner a simple nod. "Very well, then. Where shall we begin?"

Edited 2015-08-29 13:39 (UTC)

31: The Tournament - Investigating

It hadn't been Kenzaki's intention to actually get himself signed up for the tournament. That was getting way too off-track from the actual work he was supposed to be doing here, he was sure. But he'd stepped in to take someone else's place, and there were winnings that could help out a different person, and it's not like he's bad at swinging around a sword while strapped into armor...

Well, no backing down now. He steps out into the arena, assumes his place across from his opponent, and assumes a ready stance. He's not planning on seriously hurting anyone.... but he's not going to go easy on them, either.

34: Infiltrating

Exams have never been Kenzaki's thing. Not really. And even though he knew this one was coming, and he'd tried to study and practice, he'd gotten no sleep last night, overslept, missed breakfast... so he's a tired and hungry nervous wreck, determined to face this but really, really uncertain as to the outcome. Who are they even going to pair him up with? It's random, isn't it?

"...uh, h-hey!" Well, there they are, coming into the exam room. Nerves grabbing a hold of him, he's up to his feet, then giving an anxious bow. "Good luck, alright?" They are both going to need it, more likely than not.

33: Investigating

In the barely restrained chaos of the "library," Lydain may seem a little at loose ends; she's slipped away from the little knots of other humanities and history students, and now carefully walks along the outer walls of this level of the parking garage, ducking and scurrying from cover to cover, trying to avoid giving any kind of target to the attackers outside. Once or twice a spare crossbow bolt passes through an opening that, a moment ago, she hadn't been able to quite avoid; she pauses and catches her breath with her back to a reassuringly solid patch of concrete before moving on.

Finally she finds what she's looking for in a corner of the building, behind a couple of long-rusted out vehicles, which she clambers over to get to the bank of smoothly closed doors and long-dark buttons - elevators, long out of service. Coming in, she'd noticed a blocked ramp going down from ground level, though she's not found any passable stairwells going down. Lydain's not sure how many subterranean levels the garage has, or if there is - or ever was - any access to other buildings, but surely any reasonably civilized species would build down as well as up? Maybe there's a way out that the attackers haven't thought to cover.

She just needs to figure out how to get into the elevator shaft, and "wedge her fingers in and put her shoulder into trying to pry the door open" doesn't seem to be doing anything useful.

34: Infiltrating

If Lydain's classmate knows anything about her - and they should, shouldn't they, they've been sharing a classroom all year - it's that she's kind of weirdly intense and she doesn't handle setbacks well. Also that she's very goth and wears far too much stark white foundation and doesn't physically emote a lot - although she's not above taking advantage of S. Tech to make her moods apparent. And also, now, that they've been paired up for the exam, I guess.

She is, if anything, a little impatient to get this over with. Hopefully whoever she's been paired up with is at least minimally competent.

Prompt 33 (Investigate)

Ryoutarou just-- The situation is chilling, and here are all these people who know so much, but don't know how to do with what they know. He's not sure he's got the skills to lead this kind of group, and old fears rise to the surface like ghosts. But what's the alternative? He takes a deep breath.

"Listen up! We're not going to let them win. What we need to do is act. First, someone has to get people out. Lead them down the stairwell there; less chance of the punks with the weapons from getting a shot in. But if you know anything about explosives or about patching a tire, stay with me! We're getting those bombs dismantled or driven out of here!"

Or die trying sticks in his throat. They will do this. They have to--

Prompt 26: Garden of Images

The first thought that comes to mind when Ryoutarou opens his eyes and finds himself looking at a wall of TV screens is that maybe he took a little too much pain medication for his head--which still aches fiercely--before going to sleep. It's quickly followed by wondering how he fell through a TV when he doesn't have one in his room. On the other hand, last thing he remembers was sitting down on the couch for a moment because he'd left his medication on the side table.

Ryoutarou sits up with a groan, hissing as his dislocated shoulder and cracked ribs complain more than his head with the movement. It probably means that the stitches on his forehead haven't popped (again), so there's that. It doesn't solve where he is though. It doesn't look like any part of the TV-world he's visited, which is actually not that much, so who's he to say? Ryoutarou needs to find someone else to figure this out. He starts off along the garden 'path' with the overly careful movements of someone nursing injuries, and conveniently misses the replay of him versus an obvious shadow version of himself and the subsequent boss battle that flash across the screens in his wake.

A flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye causes Ryoutarou to turn. "Hey you! Wait--!"

33: Infiltrating

You'd think being the man who alerted the professors to the situation--thanks to an overheard conversation at the coffee shop--would have meant By could stay well out of the fray. Hadn't he already done his part? But no, thanks to (nominally) being a member of the humanities department, here By was, trying to sneak up on one of the snipers and... well, incapacitate them somehow. Possibly clonk them on the head.

All right, fine, he'd volunteered to help, but if By let it be known to anyone that he'd done something useful voluntarily it would be quite the blow to his reputation, so he was just going to pretend he hadn't and no one would be any the wiser.

He glances over his shoulder and motions to his assigned partner to follow him.

34: Investigating

"My," Byerly drawls, "this is delightfully outre. They certainly didn't go for assignments like these at my last school."

Of course, his last school had been a none-too-glorified District University back on Barrayar that had been the only thing his father had been willing to shell out for in lieu of the Imperial Service Academy that By had quite deliberately flubbed the exam to attend--and he'd even had to drop out of that one once he'd been disinherited, nigh on twenty years ago. But details.

Despite his remarks, By does hope that his partner doesn't expect him to break the physical contact rules for this assignment. Ganymede Syndrome may have given him the body of his adolescence back, but he's still thirty-eight inside and there was something a bit creepy about a man his age engaging in that sort of thing with a teenager, whether or not they're also an adult faking it.

#13 - It's all fun and games, until someone pukes during max centrifugal force.....
(Lighthearted Investigator shenanigans in a setting Yukiko's rather inappropriate for. Have fun, enjoy the awkward, and get some exercise! I'll match past/present tense and prose or brackets for all prompts, so lead on with what you want.)

As a matter of course, Yukiko had always excelled in school. No matter what the subject, academics or P.E. alike, she had been a model student--diligent, talented, and intelligent, the envy of many of her peers. Long hours of disciplined study and practice helped her perform the best she possibly could--

--So when this Jaunt dropped them into a sport she'd never played before, let alone practiced..... well, who could blame her for being alarmed, especially when she'd barely had time to learn the rules? Alarmed and anxious, yes--but not scared. She refused to dignify something like this with the idea of real fear, when the stakes they'd played for in other Jaunts had been so much more dire. Even if it was daunting--and potentially dangerous, trying out extreme sports with absolutely no training at all--, in the grand scheme of things, playing sports on television was laughably insignificant. Maybe even the tamest event they'd ever participate in on a Jaunt!

In spite of it all, though, even those well-reasoned reassurances couldn't stop her heart from pounding, or her hands from shaking a little as they gripped the racquets. Sports had never been one of her best subjects.....

They're in this together as a literal team this time, though--everybody is counting on each other to be able to pull off a good game. She can't just let them down because of a little nervousness! So Yukiko stands tall and poised, and makes herself smile instead of focusing on the flutter of nerves and adrenaline, long hair fluttering around her as the walls begin picking up speed in their rotation. Her psychic voice is bright and buoyant over the network, encouraging and optimistic, a quick effort to cheer her friends on even as she tried to psyche herself up. Good luck, everyone! Let's do our best!

#15a - Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
(Free for all Liminal space interaction, with room for requesting any and every AU you can imagine! Give me some details on what you want to see, and we'll roll with it.)

Before all the trouble in Inaba had started, Yukiko had never really been the type to scare easily, even as a little girl. Strangers weren't scary because they were the guests her family devoted their lives to serving, the darkness wasn't scary because it was never pitch-black--they always left the hall lights on, so guests would stay safe and feel comfortable--, bugs weren't scary because of how funny Chie was when she screamed over something so tiny and harmless, and even things like ghosts weren't scary because she had learned her whole life how to honor and revere them. Why should they be angry or frightening to her, when she'd never been anything but respectful towards them? Maybe she was more anxious than she'd like to be, sometimes, but fear wasn't something Yukiko often had to deal with--

--So it felt terribly strange to walk down hallways of distorted mirrors, ones she might have normally giggled over and played with alongside Chie, and find herself inexplicably and deeply unsettled if she looked too long or hard into some of them. Some of them made her feel sure that her reflections' movements and expressions didn't quite synchronize with her own, some of them didn't seem to be reflecting the same hallway of mirrors she stood in at all, and some of them she swore were looking back out at her.....

By now, she'd had enough experience with other selves to suspect that these reflections probably weren't what they seemed, either. They couldn't possibly be as simple as funhouse illusions, right? But if they weren't, then just what was going on, here? Yukiko leaned in close to study one mirror that had caught her eye, timidly reaching out to touch it.....

#15b - Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the..... studliest..... of them all.....?
(Specific prompt snippet for Rule 63!Yukiko! Again, talk to me about what you want, and let's make it happen.)

.....And Yuki straightened up only moments later, shaking his head to try and clear away the odd mental haze that had settled over him before taking a look around. What in the world was he doing, just meandering around in some crazy carnival setup by himself and gawking at his own reflections? There was no way he'd be somewhere like this alone! Even if he had apparently wandered off, mentally as well as physically, without realizing it..... that was no excuse for potentially worrying people. Why had they come to some kind of circus, anyway? Who was he with? Where had they even gotten separated?

Hurrying off as he was to find his companions, Yuki paid very little mind to the oddity of the reflections around him. He'd only looked at one mirror closely anyway, before he'd gotten distracted--or was that stopped being distracted?--, and that one was enough to make him marvel at the ingenuity of this exhibit. He made an awfully cute girl, he had to admit--but how in the world could you design a mirror to change the gender of someone's reflection?

#20 - Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a land far, far away.....
(Infiltrator, for vague potential fantasy shenanigans--including something Shadow-esque, if you want. It'd be a shame to waste all these princess themes, wouldn't it? Throw your ideas at me.)

These were dangerous times indeed, weren't they? Dangerous times, and dangerous lands. Magic, mystery, menace..... what more could you possibly ask for out of an adventure, in a kingdom thrown into turmoil, save possibly the promise of some peaceful idyllic Happily Ever After in the end?

Thoughts like those were a waste of time, though--this was real life, not a fairy tale, and life didn't work the way things went in some silly story books..... right? It's impossible that you'd find yourself entangled in strange things like a witch said to live in a haunted castle, deep in a dark forest full of fog that never dispersed, or the wild and moonlit lands where werewolves were said to prowl, or..... or, well, any number of other improbable, inconvenient, and no doubt very strange and menacing other circumstances.

Of course, it was possible that you were just sensible (or lucky) enough to have skirted all that nonsense entirely. Life went on, after all, no matter what kind of treachery and intrigue were afoot. People still needed to earn a living, and feed their families. People still bonded and spent time with each other, even if it was hard to know who they could trust. A sudden vacuum of power and authority didn't automatically negate personal history or societal conventions, either. Perhaps you're more mundanely connected to some wealthy noble family, and their sheltered daughter? A personal guard, maybe, or a family member, or a fellow aristocrat of some stripe?

what you gonna do when the planet shifts? (prompt 34, infiltrating)

Actually, the easy part when you're working with Claudia is hitting the negative end of the meter.

She doesn't want to be here. She doesn't give a damn about S. Tech, or this school, or much of anything it has to offer. Or this whole damn mess with the Valentine's Day mail. Or the threat to the White Day party (she still doesn't really understand what White Day is, being an American transplant). What she cares about is that she's been bounced around from home to home six times in five years, and none of them have her brother in them.

What she cares about, so far as she cares about anything this school has to offer, is the fact that it might be useful in finding out where he disappeared to, if she can play up the connection aspect. But noooooooooo, all anyone else wants to do is gush about who's dating who. Fucking annoying.

So her meter, and probably her partner's, flatlines into the negative range inside of two minutes. "Okay, good. One part down. Let's get the rest of this overwith so I can get back to the robotics club already."

(The smartest of her classmates will know that Claudia mainly cheers up if electronics are the topic of conversation. Just... for the love of your grades, don't steer it to family. The anger and sadness portion of the assignment's done, and she doesn't have much goodwill to spare for the topic.)

if you court this disaster (Grid free-for-all, also infiltrating, GO YELLOW TEAM GO)

Well. That sure turned into a clusterglitch fast, didn't it?

She half wishes she could still Sift the black sectors, see if that would give them any useful information beyond 'whatever's holed up here is clearly dangerous.' She's not even sure what could have popped up so suddenly, and spread like that, short of a User... but surely the Users wouldn't bother coming here in person, would they?

And then there's the bomb, and the Tower, and the Vector - well. It's worrying, though at least the evacuation's off. Not that CLAUDIA would have left anyway; what does she have out in the System to return to, especially when they can make the Grid work here and now?

It feels like everything's taken a free-fall into total chaos in the last few centicycles. But all she can do is ride it out, and hope the Revolutionaries come through with as many pixels intact as possible.

Edited (fucking metric system how does it work) 2015-09-04 07:16 (UTC)

Prompt 34: Infiltrating

Helena Wells, Transfer student from England is the talk of the school. Beautiful, confident, and with the most brilliantly creative mind that anyone has seen in a while, making her S. Tech usage absolutely brilliant.

Sitting down and waiting for her partner, she crosses her legs primly and smiles, somewhere between beatific and predatory. When someone sits down, she nods. "Hello, darling. Shall we start this little exercise?"

Prompt 26: Garden of Images

This particular Liminal Space is more than a bit unsettling. Everywhere Helena turns, there is something she'd rather not see. Charles, Christina, Victorian England show in flashes here and there.

However, in this particular moment, she happens to be watching a 1950s couple hide behind a car while a loud noise plays in the background. "Oh, for heaven's sake. That damned trumpet finally came down?"

Prompt #31: The Tournament (Infiltrator)

Teresa would not even have attended the tournament, had her liege not commanded her to compete. The whole affair seemed rather meaningless to her, who much preferred to ride the skies than to engage in such political grandstanding, but such were the bonds of service. And, if she were to be honest, she wished to see her old compatriots again, to weigh their skills, rejoice in their wins and commiserate over their losses. Political shenanigans aside, Sir Teresa, Lady of the Faint Smile, welcomed to chance to reconnect with her old comrades. Perhaps once the Queen was found...

But that was a meaningless thought. The Queen was gone. This was the order -- such as it was -- that remained.

a. Soon Teresa's turn on the field of battle will come. The staging area, where various knights prepared for their events, was a hive of chaos and noise. Her young squire, a small girl with long dark hair, was run ragged helping Teresa prepare. Teresa herself seemed unperturbed by the bustle, her keen silver eyes fixed on the other knights and squires around her, searching out familiar faces. And she, with her tall build, platinum hair, and waiting broadsword, is a familiar sight herself to those Knights who remembered the Queen.

b. Even as one of the tournament's prime fighters, there's only so much fighting she can require. In the old days, Teresa would have vanished as soon as the tournament was complete, relieved to be free of all the pomp and circumstance. However, in these new days, she has a squire to consider, and so the market is treated to a rare sight: Teresa, plunging into the heaving mass of spectators and visitors, rather than striding off into the wilderness with her gryphon. Her squire can barely contain her excitement.

Prompt #27: Living in a Digital World (Investigator)

Teresa, her form limned in white, arrives pre-confined. Her first thought is to get free -- waking in confinement during a Jaunt is never a good sign -- and without thinking she draws her sword and tries to break down the glowing bar. All to no avail, though the noise of her blows echoes through all the surrounding cells.

The noise stops as abruptly as it began, as Teresa realizes that the sword in her hand is not the sword she once knew. Instead of the familiar five-foot metal blade, the sword she holds is a sleek construction of white light. (A Function, though she doesn't know that yet.).

Distracted, Teresa pokes the blade with her free hand, frowning. She's seem quite a bit as a veteran Traveler, but even this is a new one. "Where did this come from?" she mutters, testing the blade of light over and over.

Prompt #15: Mirror, Mirror (Liminal Space)

Teresa had wandered into the funhouse mirror hall out of boredom more than anything. The distortions the mirrors throw back at her are like nothing she's ever seen, and she examines each one with obvious amusement. This one tall and wobby, that one scrunched close to the floor. But then one mirror shows a reflection that draws her to a dead stop, brow creasing in confusion.

Instead of some distortion of herself as she is, this mirror reflects a young girl in worn, patched clothes. The girl's features are recognizable as Teresa's, but the reflection differs extraordinarily. Instead of silvery eyes and platinum hair, the girl's long hair is dark brown, so dark it seems nearly black, gleaming despite the girl's shabby appearance. Her eyes are warm and hazel.

"I haven't seen you in a while," she murmurs, drifting closer to the mirror without thinking.

Some info about this OC!

Prompt #33: Pop Quiz (Infiltrating)

Vyv is hard to recognize this Jaunt, her bright red hair wrapped in black cloth to hide its hue. Her eyes remain the same, though: left eye bright silver, right eye dark grey. What makes her even harder to spot is her location: crouched in one of the half-demolished buildings that surround the parking garage, in position at one of the sniper rifles.

She has her orders from the warlord, yeah, and she has no intention of courting punishment for disobedience, but she's still sixteen and bored, bored, bored.

"Ugh, why doesn't someone just move," she complains. Her eye remains fixed to her rifle's scope, but she knows there's at least someone nearby to hear her. Spotters, or guards stationed to this dusty wreck of a building with her. "Come onnnnn..."

Prompt #32: Can't See The Forest For The Trees (Liminal Space)

It's a good thing that Vyv's inadvertent wandering has shrunk her, or she'd be in serious trouble from the fake paper lantern sunlight. Though, to be honest, she's not sure if weird Liminal Space sunlight like the lantern can actually affect her. But why take the chance? The doll-sized Vyv has found a nice dark hiding spot in a log, and there she's going to stay until the sun goes out, thanks ever so.

The only problem is the origami centipedes, who are now much larger compared to her tiny self. They don't seem very happy to find her stubbornly hidden in their customary place. Which is why anyone passing by this particular log can hear her say the following words:

"Move right along, creepy. I'll fuck you up. Actually, don't move along, I could use a good fight."

Edited 2015-09-05 23:33 (UTC)

Prompt #31: The Tournament (Investigating)

Though the tests of martial skill have drawn his attention as readily as a man snared by siren song, Thor has so far held himself apart, remaining a spectator rather than putting his name on the lists for the melee contests. The combatants, most of them, are mortal, even those who had participated in the displays of magic in hopes of attracting patrons or coin. He, on the other hand, is far from mortal indeed.

Let it never be said that the son of Odin has no sense of fair play.

For the moment, however, the tournament has paused, long enough for the groundskeepers to tend to their duties, and the combatants to tend to any injuries they might have taken. And so Thor finds himself free to wander, and the gryphon's arena draws him almost as easily as the fighting had. "They're magnificent," he comments idly to the person he's spied drawing up alongside him, though the better part of his attention remains fixed on the two great beasts whirling in some aerial drill overhead.

Edited 2015-09-07 01:03 (UTC)

34: Infiltrating

Ohhhh, boy. Exams. Don't get him wrong, Right loves being able to use S. Link tech. He's always excelling at the positive side of it in class, and it's just fun to communicate and mess around with friends via S. Link antics. It's the negative half that he tends to have problems with. Really, he only does decent in that area if he's having one of his rare bad days - if he's sick, if he's had a fight with someone, and so forth.

So, to have this kind of exam... well, the touching thing's okay, so long as his exam partner doesn't goad him into throwing a punch. Or a hug, though that'll be harder to resist. Thus, when his partner comes in, Right grins as brightly as he can to help hide his nerves. "So, uh...no hard feelings when we get to the negative half of the exam, right?"

Threaded | Flat

Pitch Black | Rise of the Guardians

The Protagonist | Freedom Wars

Dargor | Dark Secret Saga

Neku Sakuraba | The World Ends With You

Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

Molly Carpenter | The Dresden Files

Xehanort | Kingdom Hearts

Kazuma Kenzaki | Kamen Rider Blade

Lydain Pelkys | Homestuck OC

Ryoutarou Doujima (AU) | Persona 4

Byerly Vorrutyer | The Vorkosigan Saga

Amagi Yukiko || Persona 4 || OTA || Probably just for funsies

Claudia Donovan | Warehouse 13