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synodiporia_ooc2016-04-23 05:24 pm
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Test Drive #14
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 April 24th-30th. Our next Jaunt, Neapolitan Beach Vacation, is a Roman-era romp with drama, comedy, and romance, a light-hearted chance for Travelers to catch their breath between metaplot-heavy, more serious events. Our next Walkabout (a more player-driven alternative event, for those not interested in the Jaunt) will be a survival/exploration event set on a ruined island Travelers visited in the distant past... Both Jaunt & Walkabout will begin May 7th & run for approximately four weeks.
Prompt #39 is set in a synaesthetic Liminal Space where sounds become shapes and motion becomes music.
Prompt #40 is set in the Marches of Purgatory Jaunt, a contested kingdom in the afterworld where Angels, Demons, and Sithen (immortal conscientious objectors) barter over sins, virtues, and lost souls.
Prompt #39
The floors in Liminal Space are paths made of keyboards and fretboards, or stepping-stones across prismatic pools made of drums and cymbals, and they make noise accordingly. The walls, colored liquid glass, vibrate with sound, creating patterns of jagged, angry exclamations (it was a rough Jaunt), smooth soothing waves of pastels, or, at particularly apt descriptions, dislodging bubbled sculptures of the pictures discussion paints. It’s almost impossible, no matter how hard one tries, to create something discordant - and equally impossible to create silence or bland color.
Prompt #40
The Vanity Fair is a day’s flight away from Melasurei and the burning river it bridges. In a field of gently-waving asphodel flowers, underneath an impressionistic sky with swirling stars and half a hundred waxing and waning moons, a galactic spiral of colored tents is centered around a gradient-shifting bonfire in which smoke-images flicker, curl, and disperse. Within the tents, hooded souls, undead immortals, and various celestial beings sell their services, Sins & Virtues, scraps of disconnected memory and personality, and other ephemera. There are fruit that can only been grown in tilled fields irrigated with tears, blessed or cursed objects, the indentured dead themselves, and then, of course, the bonfire itself, fueled by wood from Hell, grown on regrets, mistakes, and impure thoughts. Vendor or customer, everyone here wants something, and everything here is something someone wants.
Our upcoming app round runs April 24th-30th. Our next Jaunt, Neapolitan Beach Vacation, is a Roman-era romp with drama, comedy, and romance, a light-hearted chance for Travelers to catch their breath between metaplot-heavy, more serious events. Our next Walkabout (a more player-driven alternative event, for those not interested in the Jaunt) will be a survival/exploration event set on a ruined island Travelers visited in the distant past... Both Jaunt & Walkabout will begin May 7th & run for approximately four weeks.
Prompt #39 is set in a synaesthetic Liminal Space where sounds become shapes and motion becomes music.
Prompt #40 is set in the Marches of Purgatory Jaunt, a contested kingdom in the afterworld where Angels, Demons, and Sithen (immortal conscientious objectors) barter over sins, virtues, and lost souls.
Prompt #39
The floors in Liminal Space are paths made of keyboards and fretboards, or stepping-stones across prismatic pools made of drums and cymbals, and they make noise accordingly. The walls, colored liquid glass, vibrate with sound, creating patterns of jagged, angry exclamations (it was a rough Jaunt), smooth soothing waves of pastels, or, at particularly apt descriptions, dislodging bubbled sculptures of the pictures discussion paints. It’s almost impossible, no matter how hard one tries, to create something discordant - and equally impossible to create silence or bland color.
Prompt #40
The Vanity Fair is a day’s flight away from Melasurei and the burning river it bridges. In a field of gently-waving asphodel flowers, underneath an impressionistic sky with swirling stars and half a hundred waxing and waning moons, a galactic spiral of colored tents is centered around a gradient-shifting bonfire in which smoke-images flicker, curl, and disperse. Within the tents, hooded souls, undead immortals, and various celestial beings sell their services, Sins & Virtues, scraps of disconnected memory and personality, and other ephemera. There are fruit that can only been grown in tilled fields irrigated with tears, blessed or cursed objects, the indentured dead themselves, and then, of course, the bonfire itself, fueled by wood from Hell, grown on regrets, mistakes, and impure thoughts. Vendor or customer, everyone here wants something, and everything here is something someone wants.
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After a second, Tsukasa will make his way over to his summer orange, "Oi, Natsumikan." He's got a small smile on his face, and is wearing those really dorky sun glasses again. "It's not often that you see a summer orange in a field of cherry blossoms."
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"Maybe you just haven't been looking hard enough last season?" Though there's still traces of her smile lingering even as she snarks back at him. She's already peeking into the nearest basket to see what kind of food was in there.
Meanwhile, a tiny "hmph!" comes from above them. Should Tsukasa look up, he'll see a certain white bat perched on an overhead branch. Upside down, of course. "Or maybe you just missed it the last few times around~?" There's a bit of a bite beneath that haughty, girlish tone of voice.
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Unless Natsumi doesn't let him, Tsukasa will sit down on the blanket next to her, leaning back on his hands and looking up. He blinks once, seeing Kivara up there. "Huh, the little bat made it too?" He'll readjust and then take a picture of her, too. "I guess that's a good thing. Means that if Yuusuke makes it, he'll have a girlfriend waiting for him."
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"Kivaara..." Natsumi gives her tiny companion a warning glare. But that doesn't last long as she finds and pulls out a pair of fancy-looking bento boxes and matching chopsticks. "Well, at least it's usually better to travel with someone else, isn't it? Especially if it's something that you might need help with..." She hands Tsukasa one of each, hoping that he gets the point.
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"I'm happy to be able to take a break, right here." Right here with her, that is. The bat he could take or leave.
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She's not surprised that he tried to help another Rider - in fact, she's happy that he's doing such things. And while she may have heard about the Sentai thing thru a mutual companion... That last bit stirred up some really bad vibes - and memories - inside of her.
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He looks up at the sun, "The war between the Riders was...a misunderstanding. The Ichigo and the Showa Riders thought that we were too dark, too violent. That we didn't believe in Justice in the same way that they did...but thankfully, a young dancer showed him that we were all still the same...it also didn't help that Kamen Rider Fifteen and the Badian Empire were trying to invert the land of the living and dead. It happened very quickly. We could have used you there, I think."
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"...besides, Daiki didn't act like he accepted your apology when he first came back after that first war."
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"You could have, but I was being selfish. I didn't want you to see me like that. You'd already seen me as the Great Leader once, during the tournament." He couldn't bare to see that look on her face again, seeing him as the leader of the organization they all despised. "Yuusuke too. I worry that he would have gotten back memories of what he did as Rising Ultimate, and I couldn't put him through that again."
Tsukasa Kadoya has changed...so much.
When she brings up Daiki, he sighs, "I was right in keeping him out. The second he heard about what the two groups were doing, he HAD to have the treasure, no matter what it would do to the worlds. But, I forgive him for what he did."
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"And that treasure...was it that dangerous? To all the worlds, I mean?"
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"Natsumikan, it was strong enough to wipe out both the Rider and the Sentai. Marvelous was the only other one who saw it. The way we saved the different groups could have gone so badly. If anything had failed at any point, the consequences would have been deadly, or if any of our enemies had actually dealt the final blow."
He sighs, "Daiki stole the treasure and almost destroyed the Riders and the Sentai. If it weren't for a young kid and his desire for Friendship, we wouldn't have survived the day. Well, him and his Sentai friends. It was nice to see."
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