The Powers That Be ([personal profile] powersthatbe) wrote in [community profile] synodiporia_ooc2014-12-26 04:17 pm
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Test Drive #6

Welcome to the Synodiporia Test Drive Meme! Below the cuts there are three 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!

Our upcoming app round runs January 1st-7th, after which we’ll have a Victorian Cosmic Horror Jaunt - the madness of the Cthulhu Mythos in rural 1800s England. With that in mind, here are some darker prompts, to catch the feel of how your characters react in troubling times...

Prompt #20 is a flashback to the Cursed Kingdom jaunt, where werewolves hunted, deadly magical creatures roamed, and magical curses and traps struck without warning. Feel free to play an investigator, a werewolf, or simply a citizen of the magical kingdom who’s become unfortunately lost...

Prompt #21 is a glimpse of a Jaunt, either far in the past or sometime in the future. In the mining village of Enterrado, a gang has taken control of the flow of silver into and out of town, and the only folks with the hope of running them out are a vengeful band of vigilantes and outlaws. With half the Travelers brainwashed into believing they belong to one gang or another, friends are ready to kill friends, and it doesn’t seem like the few sane folks remaining can stop the bloodshed...

Prompt #22 is set in Liminal Space, during a time of instability, where buildings are collapsing and re-forming, and the worst fears or greatest desires of Travelers are appearing (and vanishing again) like all-too-solid mirages. What would your character imagine, and what kind of threat would it present… ?


Prompt #20: Dark Forest
The trees are too thick to let in any hint of sunlight, if there is any, but more likely the world is just as dark everywhere else by now. Tendrils of mist wind between the trees - most of them harmless, but every now and then one will latch onto a passerby like a leech and begin to turn pink as it drains blood. In the open hollows between the trees, shallow puddles of brackish green water contain hidden sinkholes, or startling arcane visions of the dead. Slowly, snakelike, briars grow and slither like a cage from tree to tree, enclosing anyone too slow and cautious in a pointed hedge-maze. And somewhere nearby, a wolf howls...



Prompt #21: Wild West
They've taken to calling the tavern at the end of the street the Bastille. Its windows have been shot out and barricaded, and some of the tables inside have been upturned for cover. But still, despite the tension, people come in to drink. For all that the miners and the vigilantes have exchanged fire in the streets, and three men have been shot dead in this very saloon in the last day, it's the closest thing left to neutral territory. Desperate bargains and parleys are discussed, struck, and abandoned. Drinks are downed in quantity, and it's almost true that nobody gives a damn any more who's cheating at poker. If you're looking for an old friend, or one of the mad strangers from out of town, or even for someone to draw down on, you won't get better terms anywhere else than you will in the Bastille. Come for the whiskey, stay for the knife-fights.



Prompt #22: Chaos Given Shape
Liminal Space bends and drips like a Dali painting, one landscape sagging into another, buildings settling, leaking water or dirt from whatever alien environment is above them; walls collapsing only to reveal something new on the other side, like a caterpillar molting into a butterfly. Calm meditation and focus by Travelers seems to stabilize the environment briefly, but if one person exerts too much mental influence, the surroundings begin to resemble the territory inside their heads. Old fears and nightmares, lost loves, desperate desires all form out of the fluidic landscape - and that's enough to break almost anyone's calm. But two people, working together, can sometimes strike a safe equilibrium...
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[personal profile] loyalrebel 2014-12-30 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
"You are no hindrance, a second pair of eyes are welcome." He shrugged, "I cannot see everything."

The hardest part of learning to climb was overcoming most of the fear of falling, the rest was learning to move and building the strength to make it seem as if you couple ignore gravity.

"It has barely been four years since their leader, Robert de Sable was slain and his men along with those of the King Richard Lionheart we're run from these lands." Malik frowned, "There is a better one from the stone one beside it, where the eagle flew from and the hay at the bottom."

It would also be an easier climb with better foot and hand holds for him to take advantage of should it not crumble when he wad half way up.
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[personal profile] skjalf 2014-12-30 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
"That is true of everyone, both literally and figuratively, I have found. I shall keep watch from the ground, then."

Elizabeth listened quietly while he explained the situation to her, and she yet found herself confused. One, because that name was most definitely French. What were the French doing in the desert in the fifteenth century? Bless her, but Elizabeth, believed that she was back home in her own era. Right up until he mentioned Richard the Lionheart. She gave a visible start, and her surprise this time was visible on her face.

"Richard the Lionheart is the King of England?" Oh, dear. Oh no. Fortune had sent her into the past this time, it seemed. Now, she was fairly certain that Malik would definitely not appreciate learning of her blood tie to Richard. So she said nothing, and followed his train of vision toward the rock outcropping not far from the tower. It hardly appeared safe. Though she was not at all about to infer that he might fall, because he did appear more than capable.

"Very well. Be safe on your ascent." Meanwhile, she would do her best to spot him and keep an eye out for any of those white-robed men he'd mentioned. She had no wish to be ambushed in a land sh was unfamiliar with.
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[personal profile] capital_punishment 2014-12-30 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
...Oh. You're one of those humans?

[But hopefully not one of those humans too. He's pretty young-looking himself, so it's not too likely, but humans are weird.]
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[personal profile] fridgeninja 2014-12-30 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Souji stared a moment in confusion and consternation, then his mouth firmed into a grim line. He didn't understand everything about Adachi or his Personas. That was clear. But against Izanagi or Magatsu-Izanagi, it didn't much matter - he'd reflect Zio skills, and absorb Garu. Adachi was still outgunned.

The floor beneath them began to rock, like a ship at sea, and the walls splintered ominously. He didn't waver.

"If you're trying to show me we're the same, I don't buy it," he said, tightly.
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[personal profile] fridgeninja 2014-12-30 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[In between them, where their bubbles meet, there's suddenly a blue door, hanging there as naturally as if it had been there all along, the interface between them. Souji looks at it in startlement.]
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-30 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Doesn't that depend on what you mean by "those" humans?
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-30 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
...does it mean something?

[It obviously doesn't belong there, to Ken's eye - but there's so much around here that doesn't that that alone isn't enough to be a warning bell of any kind. But Souji's look suggests it means something, to him.]
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[personal profile] fridgeninja 2014-12-30 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure. I don't have the key anymore...
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[personal profile] brushitoff 2014-12-31 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
That's good.

[The surroundings are not. She thinks she understands why Elizabeth described it the way she did; she recognizes this forest as the one in which she fought to recover Rin. She just doesn't think it isn't actively malevolent.]

Me, I'm trying to figure something out. "Trick of the imagination," you say? You're sure?
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[personal profile] capital_punishment 2014-12-31 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
You know - those humans. The ones with the fake demons in their heads.
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[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-12-31 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh really?" Adachi replied, taking a chance and slipping his glasses on. Nope; if there was any fog involved, then it wasn't affecting the kid's Persona. That was still Yoshitsune there -- unfortunately -- and Izanagi brought his blade down protectively in front of the detective. He knew he was outclassed against the other Persona -- after everything Michael had put him through, he was very familiar with all of his strengths.

Also, he'd gotten really good at dodging.

"Last I checked, you were only supposed to have one Persona, and that wasn't it. So shouldn't you be proving me wrong right now?"
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-31 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Personas?

[That's...a funny way of putting it.]

I've never heard anyone call them fake demons before.
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-31 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
So it's locked?

[He steps closer to the door and reaches forward to give it a tentative push.]
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[personal profile] capital_punishment 2014-12-31 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever. She doesn't really care what they're called.]

Where do you think they got those forms?
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-31 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't really think about it.

[There were more important things than "why is my inner self a weird buzzsaw monster. Like "that other guy used his weird not-buzzsaw monster to kill my mom" and "maybe i could use my weird buzzsaw monster to kill him."]
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[personal profile] capital_punishment 2014-12-31 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
What a surprise.

[Granted, in Moh Shuvuu's experience, most humans don't think about things like that, so this one isn't terribly unique in that regard.]
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-31 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Revenge is Really Important and all-consuming, okay!]

So they look like demons?
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[personal profile] fridgeninja 2014-12-31 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is locked. Souji watches in curious silence, and the ground around him wavers, just a little.]
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[personal profile] fridgeninja 2014-12-31 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"... What are you talking about?"
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-31 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
What happened when you did have the key?
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[personal profile] capital_punishment 2014-12-31 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever you say, small human.]

Obviously.
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2014-12-31 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
There isn't any reason it would be obvious to someone who's never met a demon.
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[personal profile] shiroganeheir 2015-01-01 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You do?" Naoto looks curiously at the boy. "Do you have one yourself?" Yamato-Takeru looks over for a moment, then goes back to ignoring the entire situation.

"It is good to meet you, Ken-chan."
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[personal profile] stophamatime 2015-01-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
He's nodding in response to the question when she calls him Ken-chan...and his brain comes screeching to a dead halt.

Okay, he's definitely younger and shorter (despite all his best efforts to at least do something about the second), but he's not as tiny as he used to be and surely that's got to be worth a -kun by now, right? Right?

"Please don't call me -chan!"
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[personal profile] morbirdinterest 2015-01-01 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Shuu notices the lull as well. He tightens up the last bandage and sits back on his heels, swiping the sweat off his brow with one rolled up shirt sleeve. He shuffles over to the wash basin he has set aside and starts scrubbing off the blood.]

That appears to be the last of them for now.

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