Test Drive #1

[felldenmods]

Welcome to the August test drive—our first in fellden! We're so excited to have you with us.

A few things of note:

✦ Test drive threads can be considered game-canon if you choose. They're essentially in a shared dreamscape and take place between your character leaving their world, and arriving in the audience hall with their faction leader.
✦ Reserves are open and will continue to be until 11:59 PM UTC on Tuesday, August 20th; they are not necessary to apply! They're valid for the first four days of the application cycle.
✦ Applications will open at 12:01 AM UTC on the 21st, and remain open until 11:59 PM UTC on the 27th. The IC & OOC intro logs will be posted two days later.
✦ Questions? We have a FAQ that's chock full of good information! If they are test drive specific, we have a top level thread below that allows for OOC questions to be posted.
✦ The network is available to use! No matter where your character is, their compass either arrived on their person or available in the Gods Wood. Please feel free to include a network post in your top-levels! Once opened, the compass will display instructions on use, such as using voice-commands to activate it. (Apologies for missing including this on the initial test drive!)

All set?

Perfect! Welcome to Fellden.

AS THE MOON RISES. You’ll find yourself just outside the Temple doors, which will be locked if you try to open them. A little rude, keeping you out after bringing you all this way. The thing is, you can hear a lot of commotion in the distance, and smoke rising from the center of a district; you may want to check that out. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire! Except the smoke is not at all something to be concerned over. Instead, people are gathered near a large bonfire in the decorated city square, drinking and carousing, singing songs of celebration; Moon saviors have arrived! War winners! The residents of the city laugh and sing and dance in pairs throughout the square, grateful for those who have come to aid them. Their merriment doesn’t dwindle as the sun begins to set on the horizon, twin moons rising in its place. When you (and other new arrivals) are finally noticed by the revelers, do not expect to be left alone! Flower crowns will be deposited upon your heads, food and drink placed into your hands, while live musicians play loud enough for the dead to hear. You’ll be invited to dance, to drinking games, and offered food and flowers and other items of value. Some may cry when they look into your face, thanking you for becoming their champions during this long and exhaustive war. Hopefully you’re here to enjoy the festivities. Sneaking off is just fine, too, but don’t expect to be let go of quietly; the people of the Moon Temple are so happy to see you! Enjoy the celebration while it lasts long into the night.

THE SETTING STARS. Unlike the Temple, your arrival to the Court of Stars is met with a rather somber greeting, however expressions are relieved, despite any emotional guard that may be up. A gathering of knights, weary from a skirmish along the border they're returning from, pat you on the back and lead you through an open air courtyard. All the gathered people of the Emperor's Court look up from their tasks, giving the passing Otherworlders a knowing nod. There's gratitude in their eyes, but that's all the welcome you'll receive: your presence is appreciated, but growing an attachment is another heartache for those that care so deeply for their faction fellows. The silence is broken when a high-ranking member of the guard gives the proclamation: "Our heroes have arrived! Court defenders, world travelers! Help has come from the far lands to aid us in our battles for our Emperor, for all of Fellden!" From there, the few knights that have not yet departed will lead you through the Court's castle, a brief tour of the most important areas (dining hall, housing wing, guard barracks, and the throne room) is given before they instruct you to rest, because the real excitement begins when the sun falls behind the horizon. Left to drift, you can explore the castle, or venture out to the surrounding city as it prepares for the celebration the Starfolk have in store for the returned soldiers and, now, the new arrivals. You'll be invited to the party that spreads across the entire Court city, drawn into large circle dances, and will find that the locals become more at ease and welcoming the longer you spend with them.

WELCOME TO THE GODS WOOD. Between one blink and the next, your eyesight has seemingly been stolen from you. Or, perhaps it’s more likely that something is covering your eyes? Yes, that’s definitely a blindfold tied around the back of your head, although quite the mystery as to how it came to be there. You vaguely remember a wolf that may or may not have spoken to you, but the blindfold is certainly a new addition to the situation. Once removed, you’ll find yourself in the thick of the woods, with no path or directional indicators in sight. The moon is obscured by the tree line, and the stars above do nothing to light your path; seems like removing the blindfold wasn’t as helpful as you may have thought. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, it’s obvious that you are not alone in this; other people are removing their blindfolds just as you are, staring blearily into the dark of the forest with a similar lack of understanding to how they came to be here. Thankfully, you’ll find some nearby travel packs with self-lighting torches, a few rations, and your faction-provided communicator. The compass, unfortunately, remains broken, which means you’ll have to find your way out of the woods without it. Hopefully your sense of direction is passable! Whether you team up with others, or go your separate way is entirely up to you, but you must find your way out, and the fog rolling in is not going to be of any assistance. This is a Dropping, and the Gods Wood is not kind to loiterers.

DRAWN TO THE COASTLINE. Needing an escape from the hectic energy that greeted you in your faction, an empathetic bystander pointed you in the direction of a nearby transport mirror, which you either stepped into without stating a destination, or didn't give one with enough clarity for the mirror to understand. Spitting you out on the beach just outside Kyst, it doesn't seem keen to let you back the way you came; temperamental teleportation magic. As the largest trade city in all of Fellden, there is no shortage of things to do here! Shopping with what coin was hoisted upon you before your departure, mapping out the city itself to memorize the in's and out's, enjoying a drink on the house at a local tavern where you can get into a mean game of cards with some faction soldiers, or even meeting someone else that seems to have stumbled into this world just as you did. Perhaps you're more keen to the outdoors, rather than the bustle of a large city, wandering away from the city just far enough to find a stretch of pristine beach and inviting crystal clear waters of the ocean; the salty air fills your lungs while the rays of the midday sun are almost blinding against the swath of bright white sand that meets the crashing waves. Regardless of what you decide to do, or where you end up, you're in the closest thing to No Man's Land you can get; enjoy your time fraternizing with the enemy, make some new friends in this neutral land, or stick with those from your own faction to get a lay of the land.

Comments

OOC QUESTIONS

[felldenmods]

[(Anonymous)]

If our character is in the gods wood and walks far enough in the wrong direction are we allowed to request npc interaction with Death? Understandable if not since this is just a test drive but thought I would ask =)

Togusa | Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex

[standalonehuman]

I: The Setting Stars

Togusa is unsettled, and unsteady on his feet, reaching out a hand for a support that is not there. Just an instant ago, he had been.. running, evacuating, and there had been an explosion?

He looks down at himself, and the black riot gear armor he is wearing has been blasted, shredded in some areas. He parts the plates, tossing aside shards of the material, until a hand touches his side. No blood. Bit of a bruise, but no damage. The armor did its job. But it's in no condition to do it again.

He stands, with his brow wrinkled in tight concentration for a few seconds, his eyes squinting and relaxing at nothing. It is hard to tell what he is doing, but it is clear that frustration grows on his face.

"Major," he finally says out loud, impatient. When he gets no response, his face noticeably pales. "..Nothing."

Togusa finally focuses on the nearest person. "Excuse me. Do you have a connection here? I'm not even getting a try for a signal." A hand goes to his head, as if checking to see if his head got hit, just as he had with his side.

II: Drawn To The Coastline

While Togusa still doesn't understand, he is at least accepting of the situation at this point. Or maybe that bomb did get him, and this is all some extended coma dream.

Weird. He didn't dream last time.

The beach, at least, will give him the kind of quiet to clear his head. The shredded armor is gone, leaving Togusa just in a black shirt and pants, combat boots. He stands close to the water, marveling at the sight in front of him, and letting his thoughts drift outside of himself for a time. Drinking in a view so alien to him is a good way to get the message through to himself. This is real, and he has to move forwards with whatever is expected of him next.

"It's so.. clean here. The air, the water. It's more natural than anything back home." He is comparing this to Japan's attempts to clean up their own coastline after so many wars have ravaged the world. No matter how clean it gets, the world is forever changed, and can't go back to something this pristine.

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[sporechoices]

Unfortunately, the person he's talking to is a fantasy world OC. As such, Cordy just stares blankly at Togusa as he talks. Connection? Signal? She's really got no idea what he's talking about. She has a vague idea about connection, but how the heck would this guy know she's a druid?

Cordy does not realize that the fact that she looks like she's slept in the dirt and has some twigs and leaves sticking out of her hair is a fairly obvious sign that she's some sort of grody earthy hippie type.

"I dunno man," Cordy answers, in a low, sort of raspy tone of voice. Shrugs! "I'd have to find a tree to actually check this shit."

Sandor Clegane | GoT | still undecided about faction

[morethanbark]

MOONRISE
[The doors in front of Sandor don't seem inclined to open no matter how hard he pounds on them, so inevitably after he loses his patience he backs off with a last protesting kick and an irritated growl. The acrid smell of smoke and the sounds of revelry promise something more interesting, however, so he follows them to the center of it, and while he doesnt much care about the carousing, he locates himself a mug of ale and settles to absorbing his surroundings.

Another war. Fan-fucking-tastic. He'd thought he was finally done with that but apparently not, but at least there's food and ale and he can be at peace with that for now, at least.

The flower crown gets met with a scowl and a growl, and a heartfelt knocking of it clear the first few times, but as his mug empties and refills he stops trying. ]

SETTING SUN
[The castle isn't an unfamiliar sight, even if it's a new one; he's spent most of his life in one castle or another, what's one more? All the same, he looks around with practical interest, weighing it against what he knows and paying little mind to the behavior of those who welcome his group. It's a familiar sentiment he finds himself among, comforting in its own way, and easy to settle into. He asks practical questions of their guides, but keeps them to a minimum, and when night falls and the festivities start he's much more willing to join, if only for the excuse to drink, although he keeps his distance from any kind of dancing. ]

Leave it, aye? I'm fine here.

GODS WOOD
[ Woods aren't as strange to him as they might have been, considering all the time he's spent in them over the years, so when he ends up in one the trees aren't the reason for his unease. The talking wolf and blindfold and not having any idea how he got there, on the other hand, absolutely is, but he does his level best not to show it, only picking up a pack from the ground and slinging it over his shoulder after taking stock of what's inside.

So he's got to get out, right? Shouldn't be too hard. He looks around, trying to gauge position, and starts off, seemingly at random. ]

Haven't done enough yet, have they? Got to make us rough it too.

[notimefordreams]

[Sarah meanwhile has let herself be drug into the dancing perhaps somewhat unwillingly at first but she's honestly glad for the distraction by the end. When she does eventually disentangle herself from the circle, she's a good bit breathless from it all. She's not much of a drinker but that much movement has her thirsty so here she is.

She perks her brows a little as the man waves off someone else trying to convince him to dance and then Sarah ends up giving him a vaguely sympathetic smile.]

They're pretty persistent about the dancing.

Sarah Williams | Return to Labyrinth | Undecided on faction

[notimefordreams]

I. As the Moon Rises

[To call this overwhelming is a complete understatement.

At first Sarah can be found tugging at the Temple doors with all the fire and annoyance of someone who seemed more put off over this whole 'being pulled into a completely different place' deal than worried or frightened. She huffs as she backs off from the doors, scrubbing her now slightly raw hands against on her jeans and against her hips as she outright rolls her eyes.

Since there's no way forward in that direction she's quick to turn around and look the rest of the area over. The rising smoke draws her attention as it does many others and in the end she seems to decide investigation is her best option here.

And that's where the overwhelming starts. She's not in the city square more than a minute before those same raw hands are grasped by a fairly over emotional woman who just starts dolling out thanks on her like she's done her some massive favor.

To say Sarah's expression is well and truly befuddled is an understatement. She looks around her as if trying to find a way out, stumbling out a reply to the woman's exhausting praise in a tone of voice that speaks of trying to calm the other woman down.]

Thank you, I can appreciate how excited you are but you've really got to calm down. [And then, gently pleading:] And maybe let go of my hands?

[And then another woman just comes right up and drops a flower crown atop Sarah's head. The ribbons festooning the crown quickly tangle with Sarah's dark hair.]

II. The Setting Stars

[It's all a lot of information to chew on and Sarah for one takes the opportunity of drifting to heart if only so she can let everything she just heard sink in. After the tour of course, she can definitely be found on that just sort of ... staring at everything. The last castle she was ever in wasn't really during the happiest of times so part of her drifting really is her soaking in all the near fairy tale charm of being in one.

To anyone she runs into, she's ready with a faintly sheepish smile. Particularly if they're not one of the knights.]

I don't know about you but I'm just trying not to get lost in here.

[She has an alright sense of direction so she doesn't get that badly turned around at any one point but she's not exactly immediately finding her way around like she's made a map in her head either.

Eventually though she does make her way outside as the day begins to wane and can be caught outside at the parties given by the Starfolk. They are rather calm affairs for all their joy she thinks, save for the circle dances. Those seem hectic and eventually Sarah can't help but be drawn into one by sheer chance. She looks equal parts pleased and once again embarrassed, her laugh light as she casts a glance to whoever she's been pulled into joining hands with in this particular circle dance.]

I'm not much of a dancer so... sorry?

[At least this isn't some one-on-one waltz where she can trod on anyone's feet.]

III. Welcome to the Gods Wood

[So does this place just like dropping people off in random spots or do the people here just like doing it? That is Sarah's first mental question once she pulls the blindfold off with some easily seen and probably easily felt annoyance radiating off of her.

The first actual question she puffs out is:]

Did anyone else just hear a talking wolf or was that just me?

[Whatever the reply she gets, Sarah isn't about to stick around and hope that wolf comes back to maybe talk some more. Or give directions out of these woods. ... Do wolves even give good directions?]

IV. Drawn to the Coastline

[The transport mirror gets a good bit of a leery look from Sarah at first. It's not that she particularly distrusts mirrors, given how often she uses one nowadays to talk to Hoggle and the rest at home. When you add the word 'transport' before the word 'mirror' though, it's bound to draw a lot of raised eyebrows though and suspicious looks from anyone who has had more than a dealing or two with magic before.

In the end once a few others have stepped through Sarah just gives a brief shrug of her shoulders, a look that says "what the hell" and in she goes as well. She needs a moment of something like solitude to process everything that's gone on today. And she needs to start learning the lay of the land too if she ever wants to figure out a way home. She's not exactly against helping out here considering what's been said of protecting their own worlds but she would almost rather go home and protect home from there rather than here if that's the case.

Once out on the other side of the mirror she has to admit that the bustle of a large city is almost as relaxing as anything else could be. She's from New York after all and a busy city teeming with life around her is sort of the everyday norm. This isn't exactly New York but it will do, she thinks. And equally she's no drinker but right about now with all this information swimming in her brain, the tavern doesn't look half bad either.

She's a perfectly friendly person once she's set up with a drink and isn't shy about conversing it seems. And eventually the beach will draw her attention so she can be found there too, soaking in the sun and the crashing waves with closed eyes.]

V. Wildcard

[Feel free to drop any other prompts you like. PMs are open for any questions you may have!]

III

[pauldron]

Not just you.

[It comes from the pink-haired woman not too far away, a pack slung over her shoulder and a torch in hand. The fire plays with light and shadows across her face, but there's no missing the annoyed expression on her face. Seems they share that, at least.]

Did it ask what you'd do to save your world?

Ahn Lee | He Is Psychometric | Open

[jeobchog]

i. running is a victory

❰ this is not, when ahn opens his eyes, what he'd expected to see. what, exactly, he'd expected to see, he's not sure, just... not this. he's unfamiliar with kidnapping protocol, but it seems like someone would want to... be there to make demands, or something, when he woke up. not just leave him alone in the woods.

well, shoddy kidnapping or not, he needs to figure out a way out of the woods. that's priority one.

ahn eyes the people around him as he shoves his sleeve up his arm, trying to determine if anyone's paying attention to him — and then puts his hand on the trunk of a tree, closes his eyes, and waits.

and waits.

and — ❱

What...?

❰ he opens his eyes, blinking at the tree in confusion. he hasn't ever failed to get a reading before. not on anything but seong-mo, and seong-mo is a special case — there should at least be a memory of an animal dying here, or something, if nothing else. maybe he just hasn't gotten enough contact?

ahn rolls up his other sleeve and wraps his arms around the tree, pressing the side of his face to the bark —

still nothing. ❱

Lips are most sensitive, ❰ he mutters, staring at the tree very seriously... and then he puckers his lips and begins moving in. ❱

ii. wildcard

❰ ooc: in a bit of a rush so this is the only prompt i had time for! if you'd like something on the beach or in the court of stars, or have any questions, feel free to pm me at this journal or pp me at vervains, and if you have your own idea, feel free to hit me with it! ❱

i. slides on in

[duramente]

[Inho knows just as much as Ahn does about this whole situation (kidnapping?? why??? inho has no money??), but that doesn't stop him from crossing his arms and sending his Judgey(tm) eyes at the other boy anyway. if he let ignorance stop him from judging, then he'd never get to do Anything. that's his life policy.]

What the hell are you doing?

[inho asks, even though it should really be obvious, but look, he's going to give Ahn the benefit of the doubt -- maybe he's in mid-swoon or something and about to knock his head against bark because he's feeling faint...........]

Captain Jack Harkness | Doctor Who/Torchwood

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

I: As The Moon Rises

"...you can't run forever, Jack."

"Watch me."

A hand on the button, and the world had tilted around Jack Harkness, different than the usual blips of using the vortex manipulator. And, of anything, was there a voice?

The party he crashes in is decidedly not the ship he had been aiming to hitchhike onto, but he cannot bring himself to care. There are cheers through the crowds, as if they were expecting him, which is strange. But in the next instant, there are drinks, and music, and Jack lets himself be overwhelmed by the exact kind of escape he was looking for.

The last image of the hill in Wales spills out of his mind.

It is hours later when Jack finds himself on the fringes of the party, drink in hand, and a moment of clarity hits him. This isn't where he was aiming for, but, then, where is here? He deliberately seeks out another tourist, for lack of a better term. Someone else who sticks out like a sore thumb.

Always easier to start with the classic:

"Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"

II: Drawn To The Coastline

Reality has come crashing back in to Jack's Party Vacation, and, guess what? Something weird is going on. Because something weird is always going on, and someone always needs saving from something, and Jack may have thrown himself through the first strange portal he saw in an attempt to get away.

Somebody needs to tell them they have the wrong man.

Jack has turned to another time-honored tradition of finding a tall rocky outcropping to look down on the beach from, letting the wind whipping around him clear his head. The perspective shows how far the sea extends, that even this is no escape. The Vortex Manipulator is gone, so there's no going home. But there was no going home anyway. Is this really any worse than what he had planned?

Jack isn't surprised if anyone else needs to get away, now that he has realized he isn't the only one in this predicament. So he'll welcome any company.

"Hell of a view, hunh?"

II

[pauldron]

It's all too much. There had been no time to really think about it; when that creature had asked what she would do to save her world--her family--Lightning hadn't hesitated.

Anything, she'd said, because it was true. The wolf had almost seemed to smile at that and then she was here. Caught up in the press of the city and the revelry and the celebration and the dancing and it was just--too much. She'd escaped, fled the city, and found herself here. The salty air tugs at her rose-colored hair, pulling at the remaining deep red petals from her long discarded flower crown as she turns her head at Jack's question.

"I've seen better."

Not much can beat the colors of a Bodhum sunset, and this doesn't stand a chance.

The Iron Bull | Dragon Age | OTA

[aban_aqun]

As the Moon Rises

Smoke and commotion draw Bull to the center of the district; it doesn't sound like anything dangerous is happening. There is no screaming, no crowds of people rushing away from a disaster or calling for water. Instead, he can hear celebratory cheering and songs, and when he happens upon the bonfire, he goes still.

Moon saviors have arrived!

It's difficult for Bull to stay unnoticed for long. He's seven and a half feet tall with a set of horns nearly as broad as his shoulders. Eventually the revelers notice him and adorn him with more than two flower crowns - one on his head, between his horns, and the other tossed over and hanging from his horn on the right. They thank him for coming to save them, for joining a war, and something in Bull twists uncomfortably.

What war are they talking about? The two moons in the sky make him think he must be somewhere in Thedas, but it isn't a place he is at all familiar with. The people aren't particularly helpful, more interested in their festivities than answering questions. So, rather than attempting to ask many, Bull listens and he watches. He notices a few other people looking as perplexed as he feels, and eventually he settles at a table to talk to someone looking particularly out of place.

"Don't suppose you know what's going on here, do you?"


Drawn to the Coastline

Bull stares at the mirror for a long moment, thinking of the eluvians that he's travelled through in recent memory. He stands there, wondering if it's worth it, wondering if these mirrors are as reliable as the people here say. The eluvians were-- well. Some were better than others.

He takes a breath and steps through.

The coastline greets him with a breeze off the water, the scent of salt and the feel of spray. Bull closes his eye, just for a breath, to soak it in. When he opens it again, he looks up the coast and down before he moves away from the mirror. He turns to look at the city looming behind him and he considers which way to go.

He decides to investigate the city first. It reminds him of most of the coastal trade towns he's seen: full of things to buy and taste, full of different kinds of people. Bull indulges in a drink in a tavern, which is apparently on the house. He sips it only sparingly as he watches the tavern, sitting comfortably against a wall. He knows that he stands out, but Bull has the uncanny ability to make himself disappear in settings like this.

After his drink, Bull wanders through the markets, examining wares and produce of all kinds, though he spends coin sparingly. He listens to people talk. It seems like a sort of neutral place, but Bull doesn't trust those. He's seen too many torn apart with little warning.

Eventually, Bull leaves the city to find peace on the beach. He's spent a long time away from coastlines, save the Storm Coast, and he finds comfort in the familiarity. He finds a place to sit, carefully sinking down into the warm sand so that he can watch the waves roll in and eat the small bundle of fruit he bought in the city.


Wildcard

[ Surprise me! Bull is Moon Court, though at the moment his tattoo is hidden. If you want to plot a scene, feel free to PM or catch me at givemedragons ]

Moon!

[pauldron]

With all this celebration, there are probably more than a few people who look out of place, but perhaps none who look so aggravated as Lightning. She sits at a table in the corner, avoiding the happy revelry with her arms over her shoulder and her flower crown abandoned on the table, deep red and soft pink roses a little askew.

"They expect us to save them."

She says it without looking up at Bull, her attention focused on the crowd, on a knot of dancing girls giggling in clear joy and relief; whatever's going on here, there's no mistaking the fact that they think they're safe. Maybe they are. She finally turns her head to the voice and--

Wow. She'd thought Snow was big. Her eyes flick up to his horns, the flowers still caught there, then back down to his face. Just when she'd thought she'd seen everything...

"Sounds like they're expecting us to fight in their war."

Adrien Arbuckal | Original Character | Moon Temple

[prorenataa]

[ Information page. TL DR: Necromantic healer, who kills bad angels with a heavenly sword that is scared of vampires, mice, ghosts and chickens. ]

As the Moon rises: OTA

Driven by the deeply ingrained habit of heading towards disaster in anticipation of providing medical aid, Adrien had given up beating on the temple door and hurried to the source of the smoke. Only to be drawn up short when he found the chaost to be the result of a ruckus party, rather than a calamity.

Already more than a little put out simply by finding himself bound to this place, a waxing crescent moon now neatly tattooed on the curve of his hip, Adrien looked even less thrilled than usual. Then someone deposited a flower crown on his head and he looked unamused and ridiculous.

Turning away, the doctor was reaching up to rip the crown off his head and stalk away in a huff, when he was suddenly face to face with a sobbing grandfather and his granddaughter. The man was exalting the arrival of the moon saviors, telling the young child holding his hand how Adrien and the others would be the turning point for this war. How they would win the war that had made this child an orphan. He turned back to Adrien, the tears on his face reflecting the light from the bonfire as he continued thank and praise him.

Soon the man moved on to the next new arrival, leaving Adrien standing there looking like a man who kicks puppies for fun, flower crown in his hands. After a deep breath, Adrien crammed the crown back on his head and sighed.

"For fuck's sake," he muttered, before he began looking around for something that wasn't alcoholic.

"Would it have killed them to make some iced tea?"


Welcome to the Gods' wood: Open to first responder

Blindfolded by unseen forces. Dropped into the middle of a spooky woods. Creepy you're going to die vibe.

Adrien looked around, blinking owlishly as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark.

"Now this feels like home sweet home," he remarked in a wry tone. Otherwise he appeared rather calm about his new circumstances, like he might have a clue what to do next.

Spoiler. He doesn't have a clue, but he's good at faking it.


Drawn to the coastline: OTA

i. Left to his own devices Adrien would be seeking out the quiet of the beach. Sitting close to a dune, out of the way of anyone walking along the shoreline, but definitely looking out of place. There is a far away expression on his face, and depending upon when anyone looks over, there might be a small smile on his lips.

Given his normally reserved expression, it might be a wonder that the man seems to know how to smile at all.


ii. Though normally he was highly anti-social, Adrien was a sucker for card games. Particularly card games for coin (even if it was fairly low stakes) and card games where he could discreetly cheat.

Because that was exactly what he was doing.

Not every hand and not in any way that was particularly obvious to the soldiers he was playing against, but to those who knew how to look for it; Adrien was cheating. And making himself a nice little pile of coins in the process.


[ooc: I'm also open to wildcard options for the shoreline! Feel free to toss something at me, or PM this journal if you have any questions or want to plot something specific.]

Welcome to the Gods' Wood

[primordialerebus]

Unfortunately for him, Coraline’s taking him at face value, relief coloring her posture and voice at the thought someone might know how to get out of this forest because look. She was born in a big city, raised in a big city, and moved back to the first big city for college. In short, she’s knows absolutely nothing about… outdoor shit.

“Oh thank god, so you uh. Know how to get us out then?” She asks, adjusting her sunglasses nervously.

Evelina Kallan | Original Character

[cursebreaker]

a. { as the moon rises }
These kinds of celebrations aren't necessarily foreign to Evelina, but what is foreign is the fact that this one seems to be revolving around herself and others who are newly arrived. As much as she tries to blend into the crowd and escape, the revelers are always able to pick her out of the crowd and drag her in closer to the fire. At one point a flower crown is placed on her head and she takes it off to study the flowers used. She wants to see if they're familiar to her, or if she really is very far from home.

When someone grabs her hand to dance, she quickly jerks away, a look of fear on her face.

"Don't touch me!" she exclaims, face flushing. Her eyes dart to the faces of the confused partiers and a feeling of guilt washes over her. Despite how it sounds, she has no problem with the people; she just isn't sure what she might accidentally do if she makes skin-to-skin contact with someone.

"Sorry," she murmurs, before backing into someone in the crowd as she tries once more to escape. "Sorry!"

b. { welcome to the gods wood }
Things are just going from bad to worse, aren't they? Evelina has spent years running and in hiding in an effort to keep herself safe. Now in a short space of time she's been kidnapped — twice. But strangely enough there is no king at the end of this journey, ready to lock her up and use her. No witches looking to kill her either. She's simply let go along with others and that's that.

"Well," she begins, taking in their surroundings. "I don't know enough yet to know where these woods are. Does anyone know how to get back from here?"

c. { drawn to the coastline }
Evelina explores the town with barely contained enthusiasm. Finally, she's not surrounded by people praising her, trying to give her things, and not just allowing her to hide away. The people here aren't speaking of nothing but war and it lightens her heart to hear snippets of normal conversations. Eventually, she finds an apothecary and steps inside. Should anyone run into her there, she's eagerly perusing bowls of herbs and bottles of remedies; her face no longer guarded for the first time since her arrival.

C

[notimefordreams]

Honestly Sarah is only in the apothecary shop because... well, it's an apothecary shop. The closest one gets to something like this in New York are things like organic stores or places with moon crystals and tarot readings. It's such a slice of intriguingly fairy tale that Sarah can't help but browse.

She ends up browsing near Evelina and while she's not usually one to bother other shoppers, this is a strange land and she's honestly taking what chances she can get to talk to others in the hopes they're either friendly locals who might teach her a thing or two or knowledgeable newcomers.

Since Evelina doesn't look particularly unfriendly, Sarah attempts to strike up an easy conversation. "You look like you know a thing or two about all of this?" That's just a casual observation from the way Evelina is really looking over those bottles of remedies she's standing in front of at the moment.

luke castellan | percy jackson & the olympians

[marred]

SETTING STARS

[ Let's just say leaving someone like Luke alone to drift in a castle bound to be full of notorious goodies isn't the smartest idea. Then again, not a lot of people are smart. Despite how tired he feels, he's filled with jubilation at being somewhere new. Is this is penance for teaming up with great papa Kronos? Is this his punishment? Clearly running through a field of cacti wasn't bad enough.

He died, and he's here. That might be the best thing yet? The jury's out on that one.

He's stolen a tunic—nice and clean, given that his shirt was not—and walks around in his converse, looking a little too disinterested in any ornaments that appear to be left lying around for swift, sticky fingers to take. He likes a challenge. Who can judge him for that?

Luke wanders to the textile wing, as if drawn automatically to where metal can be shaped into a weapon. After making his request of a sword that looks like Backbiter and will be light in his hand—another extension of himself—he's too impatient to wait around and watch it be forged.

Stepping outside of that wing, he may almost stumble into you! Whether this is on purpose or not remains to be determined. ] Woah, sorry! I didn't see you there.

[ 50% lying. ]

GODSWOOD

[ Unafraid. That's what he is—that's what he tells himself.

Having ripped that blindfold off, he grips the fabric tightly in his hands. It doesn't matter that the compass that's meant to guide him is broken—being a son of Hermes means he was built with an internal one where his feet seem to know where to go. Despite his uncertainty, he can feel it thrum inside of him. Instinct tells him to face north, and so he does.

Shaking the broken compass—just in case—he pockets it and appears not too worried. Narrowing his eyes as he looks out toward the thick stems of trees, he pulls the straps of his backpack a little tighter.

Luke grabs his self-lighting torch, and takes off determinedly—alone. Follow him. He knows where he's going. ]

DRAWN TO THE COASTLINE

[ Yeah, so that's a no to the water.

Drawn to the local tavern in his wanderings, Luke easily takes to playing a game of cards with some of the native soldiers, easily beating them with his own wit and natural talent for it. With a big laugh here and a few (gentle) insults there, it's very clear Luke—on the surface—is just having a good old time. It's easy to ply information from people when they're having a good laugh.

The game of cards doesn't exactly win him anything except a tankard, but hey, at least he's feeling a nice buzz and like he can walk on air.

Feeling lucky, he sits at the bar after his card game and orders two pints—one for him and one for whoever's sitting to his right. ]

WILDCARD

[ Legit anything—Luke doesn't like water, so he won't be at the beach! And he's got sticky fingers—a great thief ready to cause some trouble. Let me know if he can steal something from your character! (And perhaps not find out for a while?) Luke has a scar on the right side of his face over his eye that's very noticeable. I'm setting Luke in the Court of Stars. ]

Godswood

[quest]

( Percy is a little slower to take his blindfold off, because of course he is; his first thought is that oh, god, he's absolutely gone blind and what is he going to do? He'll never be able to look at Annabeth's face again! He'll never see Sally or Grover, either. He'll never see blue birthday cakes! He'll just have to believe that they're blue and it will have to be enough! He-

Is wearing a blindfold.

Gods, okay, great, cool cool cool. Making quick work of wrestling it off his face, Percy immediately digs into his pocket for Riptide, holding the pen in his hand with a fierce grip while looking around. Seemingly the last one to have removed his blindfold, others are already moving, picking up packs and lighting their torches before venturing off together. Taking the hint, Percy grabs his own, eyes scanning the surrounding area before taking off after the one person that seemed to decide he was going along??? Weirdo.

So with very minimal effort, Percy jogs until he falls in step next to the guy before peering around and- )

Luke?! ( UH. ) Am I dead? ( Ohhhhh no. ) I'm dead, aren't I? Is this Elysium? It's so dark! Why were there blindfolds? ( Sorry for him, Luke. Really sorry. He's a few years older an no less dumb. )

Nia | Xenoblade Chronicles 2

[sassywelshcatgirl]

Star Light, Star Brighr

Despite her constant scowl, Nia wasn't really as angry as she looked. Mostly because this place reminded her of Mor Ardain, and thus of a friend of hers -- and reminders of friends kept Nia grounded and calm if anything could. So the cat-eared girl kept her mouth shut and her temper checked, and watched those around her as they watched her, as she fell in line for the tour.

Which she promptly ended up in the middle of, to her great dismay.

"Hey!" she finally said, frowning up at the person next to her. "Scoot over, let me to the outside!" Being very short came with some major disadvantages...

Divine Tree Domain

[Nia rips her blindfold off, and in the same motion changes, so fast those around her might be forgiven for thinking it's a trick of the light. Where in that first instant she looked just like herself, a small cat-eared girl in a yellow jumpsuit -- now she's more a creature out of legend, long hair and long ears flicking in the faint wind, and the massive sleeves of her outfit looking much like wings in silhouette.]

[As impressive as all this looks and sounds, it all comes crashing down a moment later as Nia herself does -- she takes one step and then drops to a knee as if something had shoved her down. Her eyes widen as one hand splays in the dirt.]

Bloody hell, the ether here -- I can't -- something's wrong with it.

[A shiver runs through her body as she tightens her jaw, trying to put anger first and foremost so her fear can't take that position.]

As Far As the Eye Can Sea

Down in the surf, heedless of the water splashing over her and soaking into her clothing, Nia kneels in the sand with her fingers dug into it. Every wave rolls over and back, tugging tiny shells and pebbles through her fingers and past, then sucking them back towards the water in a rush. From behind, anyone can see her ears twitching; come to the side or the front and you can see the expression of amazement and wonder on her face as she sees something she'd only, once in her life, caught a glimpse of -- because it hadn't existed where she came from, till the very very end.

"I never imagined so much water in the same place..."

((I'll match whatever style you prefer for any prompt!))

[pauldron]

"It's called an ocean."

Lightning's voice comes from a few paces down the beach, the woman standing ankle deep in the surf with her boots in one hand. The wind tugs at her hair and the long red cape drifting behind her, but she is entirely at ease here. She glances back at Nia and something in her face goes soft.

She knows that expression. Wore one much like it herself, that first night they'd all seen true stars, and had seen it in Hope's young face. To see it again is a reminder of why she's here, and what she's fighting for. Still, she doesn't smile.

"Don't try and drink it. It'll make you sick."

Sansa Stark | Game of Thrones | Court of Stars is her faction

[direly]

( the setting stars )

[ The hardness of the floor is the first thing she notices as her mind rolls out of the fog of sleep and into wakefulness. Hard and unrelenting, making her grimace and groan slightly as she pushes herself up. Her eyes are just as slow to open, unsure of how she ended up--all thoughts stop immediately as she realizes she is not in Winterfell.

Nor is she anywhere else she could recognize. Not King's Landing or the Eyrie.

Has she been kidnapped? Once she realizes soldiers are around her - or knights? she doesn't recognize the armor - she gets herself up to her feet as quickly as she can. She stands up straight as she smooths her gown out. She asks the nearest person to tell her where they are, who they are, and why they have taken her. The answer she receives is not what she expects. Even remotely. Immediately she thinks it is a jest of some sort. It has to be.

But it isn't. Sansa looks from face to face and there is no lie, no hiding, no anger or ill intent. Just relief and exhaustion. It's only due to those things that Sansa willingly goes along where she's guided, her stomach starting to twist itself into knots. Not as bad as when they were in the crypts but it's getting close.

When one of the guards proclaims, "Our heroes have arrived! Court defenders, world travelers! Help has come from the far lands to aid us in our battles for our Emperor, for all of Fellden!", she can't help staring in disbelief. "Fellden"? "Emperor"? What in Seven Hells is any of this supposed to mean? Is she truly not in Westeros anymore?

Remaining silent as she goes along with the "tour", Sansa tries to keep calm as she looks for any chance of a familiar face or someone that looks just as confused as she feels. It can't just be her, right? ]



( welcome to the gods wood )

[ She doesn't even know why she agreed to come here aside from the name: the Gods Wood. There was a hope and curiosity in her that maybe, just maybe she might see something like a weirwood tree. What could it hurt to try? Dressed in boots and trousers, the dark and rich purple and pink of her new faction making up her layered tunic, red hair pulled back in braids twisted into a bun, Sansa frowns deeply at the blindfold from the moment it is put on to now. She doesn't like it. At all.

And then likes the darkness that greets her uncovered eyes even less. But at least there is a relief in her eyes finally being open again. She sighs, exasperated at the situation, ]

Of course it would be like this.

[ Back to feeling like a lost babe in the woods. This time more literal than the last. ]



( drawn to the coastline )

[ Like everywhere else she's been thus far, curiosity drives her to explore more of this place. This world that is apparently no longer her own. She is never too sure what to expect, turning down one corner, stepping out one door or into another. Going through what appears to be a mirror, she audibly gasps at the sight that greets her.

For a brief moment, she almost thinks it is King's Landing, her heart seizing in her chest. But no, it's not. The buildings are not the same, the clothing, the people are... different. Not all "people" as she knows them. Even the smell is different. (Not reeking of shit, for one.) Sansa still finds herself craning her head to get any sight of the new sept that was being built, the Red Keep halfway to completion again. Nothing like that here.

So, she follows what other paths she can find. Sometimes chasing smells, catching bright colors of clothing, glints of jewels. Everything seems vibrant and new. Somewhat concerning when she doesn't know her way around but that feeling rarely stays. People see her, give her polite nods, she does the same. Sometimes she's able to return a smile.

She peeks into taverns and stops at a few stalls to try the hot food that made her stomach growl angrily at her as she tried to decide on what to try first.

Eventually, she'll find her way to the beach and the memories that come back to her make her look down one way and then another, almost expecting to see the same trader vessels in Blackwater Bay. Or children playing among the lagoons. Any ships she can find, Sansa isn't able to recognize. And still, no Red Keep. Just white sand and the bluest water she's ever seen.

It takes a few minutes of walking along the beach before she decides to remove her shoes and carry them in her hands, letting herself walk a little closer to the water, smiling at the feel of cool, wet sand under her feet. It's strange how she can feel such strange calm here, a place she is a complete stranger, when she never really did in King's Landing. ]

The Setting Stars

[standalonehuman]

[To Togusa, the young lady looks more like she belongs here than he does. He sharply stands out, wearing armor of an odd black material, badly broken and damaged beyond repair. While on the surface, Sansa could vanish into any crowd here, in his mind. But it's the looks on people's faces that mark who has been here before and who is brand new. It is automatic, the way Togusa tries to smile at her, to be reassuring, even though he has no clue of what is happening.

A moment where their guide is quieter, and Togusa sweeps through the group to Sansa's side. The look on his face is genuine concern.]

"Are you all right?"

[A frown.]

"Are any of us? Dumb question."

Morane Soraya ► OC

[thatsamora]

i. Moon Rising;

Half a minute of free falling from thousands of feet in the air couldn't have prepared her for this. The broken pieces of the wingship plunging all around Morane are but flashes of very recent memory in her mind until it all dissipates into... something else entirely.

Instead of plunging into the freezing waters of the Great North, she stumbles for only a moment before planting her small body onto solid ground with a click of her heels, the rest of her jerking at the sudden shift as she mentally orients herself. Her brain spins and gut wrenches when she turns, wide-eyed, to the happy cries as a flower crown promptly adorns her head.

Mora blinks, taken aback. This is... not the welcome party she expected from a continent like Sibir.

Just as she realizes this, her heart skips as she snaps her head away from the crowd, remembering the red lines that should be alight on her cheeks and forehead before (she hopes) anyone has the chance to pay heed to the blood runes on her face. Her skin feels hot, but only a moment as the runes smooth under her bronze complexion, like nothing was ever there. Now that she's no longer plummeting to a destructive watery fate, she has no need to evoke the Blood Queen's gift.

Besides, if this is Sibir, they don't take kindly to Bloodbanes like herself. She wouldn't even be allowed into the country if her sister didn't pull the right strings to get her there in secrecy, so...

Before she can turn around to fabricate a story or the other on the fly, someone's hand squeezes her own as she's pulled by jubilant civilians towards a singing throng of strangers.

"Look, while this is all so flattering, I really must find my sister... Have you--?"

But no one seems to be listening, and her voice is drowned out in song. A definite contrast from the somber Sibiran temperament Mora has only heard of. She grimaces, scanning the crowd. At best, she finds someone with answers. At worst, they're just as lost as she is.

ii. Wildcard;

[ooc: I am planning to tag around soon, so I just wanted to do an intro prompt for my top level. If anyone wants me to hit them up or do something special in this thread, hit me up via PM or my plurk at whippoorwill!]

Moon Rising

[unrepentantsoul]

While scanning the crowd she will see at least one person looking distinctly out of place in the celebration. Leaning against a wall, arms crossed, and presumably watching the goings on, is an armored figure who has too much gear on hand to be part of any city guard, and too much armor to be an active participant in the celebrations. From the way the hood and helmet beneath it shifts, they do seem to be paying attention to the things around them.

Aqua ☆ Kingdom Hearts ☆ spoiler for KH3!

[keytoblivion]

[ The Setting Stars (precious in the sky) ]

[Aqua is still a little disoriented when she is led along the halls of the court, and shown the facilities. She isn't entirely sure just how she has slipped into this world yet – the explanations they did receive make little sense with her knowledge of the Worlds.

The wariness in the locals, the people living at the court… it almost feels like a mirror to her own state not too long ago. The relief that had flooded her when Sora and Riku had told her that she was finally home in the Realm of Light…

Aqua shakes her head sharply – even now, her thoughts are still a little prone to wander, and even though there don't seem to be any threats near… she should focus on the here and now.

She has to, if she is to make her way back home yet again… Ventus (he is fine, he has to be) must be worried and Terra… her Heart aches just at the thought of what she had seen in the Graveyard, just before the Heartless had-]

Focus, Aqua. It won't help anyone to lose your grip now of all times.

[After the tour, she explores the grounds. Eventually, she can be found sitting on the rail of a balcony, feet dangling lightly as she holds up a star-shaped charm towards the night sky.

Aqua can't help but smile as the stars' light catches in the blue glas panels of her charm.

Later still, she tentatively joins the celebration in the city… at least to watch and find out more about the people she has ended up with. When invited to join the dances, she lifts her hands and shakes her head.]

Oh no, please, I couldn't! I don't even know the steps.

[Please, at least give her a moment to compose herself!]


[ The (rustling) God Woods ]

[The fact that she can barely feel the Keyblade's presence under her skin had been a concern when she had been at the court… but it hadn't been nearly as alarming as it is now that she and others have been abandoned in these dark woods.

The warmth of Master's Defender's metal grip would be a comfort now – but Aqua has spent much longer than these last few hours in the Darkness without that comfort, without even the spark of a Keyblade's presence with her Heart.

It would make things easier, but her Heart alone is bright enough to be her guide, and whatever resident to this woods may threaten them… she can deal with them even without her Keyblade if need be.

She knows this for sure.

After taking up one of the torches, she turns towards her companion, calm and determination shining in her eyes.]

Well, then… let's find our way out of here.

[This place here, for all that it's dark… it's just a forest, after all.]


[ (hold up your) Wildcard ]

[Come at me! Aqua is Court of Stars faction and part of her tattoo is showing on the left side of her back.

She is likely to visit the coast town and enjoy the ocean air, so if you want to set a scene there, feel more than free! If you want to plot beforehand hit me via PM to this account or PP me at iceyly]

The Woods!

[pauldron]

[The answer she receives at first is the drawing of steel. She may have lost her weapon, but Lightning hasn't, and the light from the torch plays across the Blazefire's sharp edge. This whole day has been an absolute mess, but wandering aimlessly with the local wildlife after you?

That's almost familiar.]

Pick a direction and stay on it. [A glance into the trees, and she frowns darkly. There's no sounds of bloodthirsty wildlife, but that could be either good or bad.] We don't need to get lost on top of everything else.

Aragorn | Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring | Undecided

[elessar]

AS THE MOON RISES.

[ 'Moon Saviors?' The term wins an awkward glance but Aragorn holds his silence.

Not many noticed of him when he arrived. A ranger like him can easily avoid being seen. He draws up the hood of his cloak and vanishes into the crowd. The other 'Moon Saviors' stand out worse than a sore thumb, some of them sporting rather bizarre features that they can't hide. The cloak makes him less conspicuous but not by much. There's an air of danger about him, one that wards off undesirables. Rangers are often misunderstood as dangerous folk but the dying Dúnedain are anything but.

Aragorn suddenly comes to a halt when something darts out at him. If it hadn't been for the precious sound of laughter, he would've grabbed his sword. Three rosy-cheeked youths greet him, two girls and one boy. They offer him flowers and he doesn't have the heart to turn away.

He gets on one knee and pulls back his cloak revealing the smile upon his face. The tallest girl wastes no time placing one of her flower crowns upon his head. Of course, her little sister follows suit while their brother laughs in glee.

Aragorn hoped to escape the crowd unnoticed but he forgot how perspective children are. ]

DRAWN TO THE COASTLINE.

[After hours of traversing the coastline, Aragorn finds himself glaring at the unfamiliar horizon in disdain.

The ranger left no stone unturned as he searched for Frodo and the others. Many of the Moon Saviors arrived with their companions in tow, all except for him. While hobbits are hardy folk, they're a poor match against Sauron's minions. He just managed to sneak the hobbits out of Bree when suddenly, he emerged here. Despite being disoriented and dazed, Aragorn kept searching. ]

I've lost them. [ He mutters. ] But how?

[ He was about to leave until he recognizes someone nearby. ]

You there! [ He calls to them urgently. ] Have four travelers passed by here?

[ Aragorn is cautious. If the enemy's spies are here, he'll need to be cautious but he must find them before someone else does. ]

They're no taller than children.

WILDCARD.

( Feel free to PM me if you want to plot. )

Drawn to the Coastline

[notimefordreams]

[The shout definitely draws Sarah's attention. She's been out here enjoying the sound of the ocean to be honest. Not that New York lacked beaches but it definitely lacked not crowded ones.

She shakes her head gently, brows raised in clear curiosity.]

I'm afraid not. They aren't children, are they?

[She can't help but ask. She's a teacher after all and she has a soft spot for kids to boot.]

Naomi Kimishima | Trauma Center

[healinguilt]

The Setting Stars
[ She’s expected to fight in someone’s war? The good doctor wants to slap the ever loving shit out of these people. Or maybe herself, because this all seems like some terrible dream. ]

You have to be kidding me. [ Smoothing out her lab coat, she turns from knights to look at you, exasperation and frustration apparent, demanding: ] You.... You’re from another world. Are you listening to this?!

[ This bullshit!! ]

Beach
[ ...When is the last time she’s been at the beach? Especially one as pristine as this, with white sands and the cries of feeding gulls and the smell of ocean salt within the air? Far too long, and it’s been even longer since she’s taken a vacation for herself.

Already taking off her heels to hold them in one hand, while she hooks her lab coat over her arm, she’s steps closer to the shore, dipping her toes into the water. Wading further in,enough that the water laps at her heels, Naomi takes this opportunity to just... breathe. To breathe and take in the fact that she’s been transported to another world. You’re with her for whatever reason. ]

Damn.

[ She brings a hand to her mouth, coughing. ]

Talk about terrible timing, huh?

[ She has so many things left to do in her. She turns her head, speaking dryly to you. ] I’ve got bills to pay. [ And sins to make up for. ]

Random Magic
[ You, wherever you are.

There’s something magical about that light that works without electrical wiring or oil to burn, or water that runs without plumbing, and Naomi stiffens at the sight. ]

What the hell....?

[ Clutches pearls stethoscope. ]

The Setting Stars

[notimefordreams]

[In reply Sarah looks over with a her brows gently raised.]

Ah. Yeah. I can't quite help but hear it to be honest with you.

dorian pavus | dragon age

[bestdressed]

I. the setting stars.

"How long are we being asked to stay?" Dorian wonders incredulously under his breath, about halfway through the guided tour around the castle, just as the group is leaving the housing wing. He's seemingly content to speak to himself, but certainly won't mind sharing a few theories with those near him, hush-hush as their guides lead them on.

No stranger to exploring cities at night, Dorian leaves the castle as soon as he's able. He gravitates naturally toward areas with more people, where celebrations are being held and drinks passed around. Not that he's planning to get drunk, by any means; as much as he might need a drink (and he does), he's well aware that isn't the wisest course of action. But he's come to understand that talking and drinking with the locals will likely tell him more about what's really going on here than attempting to interrogate anyone official-seeming up at the castle; he'd know. He tried that first.

Luckily, he is very charming, and it isn't over long before he's chatting with a group of young women tuning up various instruments. He doesn't know the steps to any of the dances, but when they begin to play he catches the rhythm and claps along indulgently, some ghastly bitter-tasting beer at his side. All in all, it's quite enjoyable--or would be if he felt comfortable enough to relax.

Eventually he'll wander near anyone else hanging back from dancing or singing or joining completely in the merriment and ask, "Not from here, are you?"

II. the gods wood

As he drifts into self-awareness only to a blindfold over his eyes, Dorian's mind drifts unbidden back what must be over five years now. But there's no taste of magebane on his tongue, even if he's lately found his magic distressingly weak. Otherwise his captors would have far more than his sharp tongue to contend with. As it is, he curses vehemently and crassly, obvious enough in the sound and delivery of the words if not the words themselves; it's not as if anyone here is likely to understand Ancient Tevene. Unfortunately, by the time his wits are about him enough to retaliate, he's already been left alone with a group of other unfortunates.

Well. Nothing else for it. He summons what magic he can, looking to conjure a flame strong enough to at least see by. Little success there; the resulting fire is barely enough to fill his palm, weak as dying embers. His lip curls in clear annoyance, and he lets the magic dissipate in favor of picking up the nearest pack and torch.

"Well?" Expectantly. "It's not the ending I would have chosen for my evening, either. Let's get moving, shall we?"

III. the coastline.

Kyst is probably the most pleasant and familiar place he's seen since arrival. Dorian has always been one for big cities, and ones on a warm coast are achingly familiar; Qarinus and Minrathous both share similar climates, and the warm sand and bright waves are soothing rather than stomach-churning. He spends a fair amount of time on the beach, quickly removing his boots to walk along it barefoot, carrying them in one hand.

Of course, the city itself draws him in eventually. Predictably he ends up at at least one tavern (more than one; he has a sense for these things), where he certainly won't turn his nose up at a complimentary drink. Perhaps more than one, if anyone he ends up playing (cheating) at cards with is willing to buy. He's careful to only insert himself into games for fun rather than coin, where his novice cheating is seen as amusing and charming rather than an attempt to swindle anyone. He may be slightly tipsy by the time he ends up browsing various shops and markets around the city, many with goods sadly too fine for the meager amount of money he's been allotted. He still manages to turn his nose up at most of them, too good at playing the discerning nobleman even when he has not a cent to his name.

IV. wildcard.

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II

[pauldron]

As the torch tries admirably to push back the gloom, the light passes across the face of a young woman standing nearby. The odd sword in her hand gleams in the dim firelight, razor sharp edge looking all the more deadly for it, but it's her face that should be of real concern.

Or rather, the frown on her face. Her blue-green eyes are narrowed and still looking at where Dorian's hand once was.

"You just tried to use magic."

Because of course that's the most important part of all of this. Which, to her, it kind of is. Waking up lost in the dark, mist-covered woods is bad, but she's armed and has her wits about her in spite of the blindfold hanging limp around her neck. The most important thing--the only important thing, to her, is that attempt at a fireball.

Frieza | DBZ

[metamorfosis]

1.
[Even if Frieza's closest, most loyal subordinates heard somebody refer to him as a "saviour" of any sort, they wouldn't be able to stop themselves from laughing. Indeed, Frieza wouldn't blame them; it's an amusing idea to begin with, but he becomes a lot less complacent simply patronizing the natives over it as time goes on, eventually growing irritated with the whole thing. Frieza relishes attention, certainly, but it's fear and hatred he wants, not worship or praise. He doesn't want to be celebrated like this. It disgusts him.

Even so, he looks to the scars on his body every so often to serve as a reminder he shouldn't start shooting the place to pieces until he knows what's going on around here. The scarring around his waist and left arm are the most obvious, but there's scarring across his tail too the full way around. Anybody else having been patched up by their arrival here should understand what it means; the guy was very likely cut to pieces before being brought here.

Of course, if's that not a conversation starter, he'll kick things off himself.]

I do detest such festivities. I simply haven't the patience for...merriment.

[This is the guy who thinks love smells foul.

He looks pretty silly in that flower crown though]

2.
[Escaping from some woods should be a simple task, yet shortly after removing his blindfold Frieza finds himself a little less powerful than he remembers. Mostly, he can't just fly on outta here - he braces himself, concentrates (he hasn't had to focus just to fly in god knows how long) and leaps forward...

...and lands face down with a thud and an embarrassing yelp.

Hope nobody saw that.]

2

[4starlowclasshero]

Yeah, I tried that earlier. Doesn’t even work here. At least not yet.

[Oh, look, here’s the last person you wanted to see.]

Heh, didn’t think I’d see you here.

Shepherd Book | Firefly

[faithfixesyou]

I: The Setting Stars

When the Shepherd opens his eyes, this was not quite the sight he had been expecting. (Ah, but what had you been expecting, you old fool?) It is clearly a hospital bay, but not one like any he has ever seen. Not the clean lines and high tech of the Inner Systems. And not the chaos of a Frontier or Battlefield hospice, although that is closer.

When he pulls his old frame off the bed, Shepherd Book groans deep and low, the realization that he has to get up one more time when he thought he’d said his goodbyes.

The reception outside is muted, but something more exciting would only have scared Book. He busies himself with looking up and around and around at the architecture.

“What is this-? A story book?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Amusement, and eyes bright with a wonder that is far younger than his years.

II: Drawn To The Coastline

Or, more accurately, to the City. Because it has been so many years since Book has set foot inside a proper city. And yet, it doesn’t have the oppressive air that weighs heavily down on its people like a normal city would.

Book is drawn to the middle of the bustle, a street where he can sit and watch the people. Sharp eyes are watching for any sign that this place is not as idyllic as it seems. He wants to be able to relax, to enjoy this land. But too much time and experience keeps him on edge. What is being overlooked?

Another outsider is the quickest thing to jump out from the crowd. Book greets any others with a small nod.

“Greetings.”

2

[reviewstarlight]

Nana didn't want to be alone. Even if it was just the bustling of a city, that was still better than nothing. People paying attention to her just because she's an outsider doesn't change the fact that they're paying attention to her. And honestly, in this strange new place, deprived of her friends from home, Nana will take any chance at friendship she can get.

She doesn't want to be that lonely ever again. She refuses it.

Book normally isn't the sort of person she'd talk to. As a teenage girl, Nana tends to befriend people like her. But he greets her and he seems nice enough (and he's an outsider like she is) so Nana gives him a smile in return.

"Greeting as well! This place is really something, isn't it?"

Jessica Jones | Netflix Marvel | Moon

[assholic]

i: As The Moon Rises

[She feels like she's in some sort of dream, but it's the fact that a flower crown gets put on her head that really solidifies that notion.]

Hey! Get that- off.

[She bats it off, and this apparently becomes a theme for the rest of the festivities, because every few moments of her walking around bareheaded seems to encourage someone to dart in and lay a crown on her. Maybe your character witnesses the sneaky placement, or the scowling removal. Or the maybe she accidentally runs into them when she's trying to find something to drink. Either is likely.]

ii: Welcome To the Gods Woods

[It doesn't take her long to grab a pack and torch and prepare herself to head out, but it's the fac there're other people milling about that has her trying to figure out her next move of action. Solitude is her usual route, but Jessica's a city girl. She's also not entirely stupid, no matter how stubborn she might be, so she doesn't plan to just hie off on her own into the woods.]

Anyone have their boyscout training? Girl guides? Camping in general? Because I'm shit for directions if there's no Starbucks to figure out which shitty part of town I'm in.

iii: Drawn To The Coastline

[It's weird that out of all the places she's found herself in so far, this is the one that suits her best. It's not the beach part, though she is liking comparing it to the one she knew from home. It's the bustle of the city, the flow of alcohol, and the noise of an almost overcrowded civilization. The Temple and Woods hadn't quite had the same feel to it that this place had. Granted, this felt more like it was from some Indiana Jones movie and she was at some foreign bazaar, but it was still familiar in a way the other places weren't.

She could be found spending the coin she'd been given on booze and setting up in the corner of a tavern to listen to what the people around her were saying about this place she'd found herself in. Gathering intel to figure shit out was sort of her bread and butter, so she made the best of it that she could.]

More of whatever this is- what? No, I don't want food.

iv: Wildcard

[Want something else to do with her? Go nuts.]

ii

[notimefordreams]

[The comment seems to strike Sarah with a good deal of amusement. Sure the situation is shitty but she can't help her faint quirk of a grin as she asks:]

Do you count the number of Starbucks too?

[Because she swears they just seem to grow in numbers, particularly around the better parts of New York.]

Crowley l Good Omens l Stars

[freeatlast]

I. i’m a (setting) star leaping through the sky

[Preventing the Apocalypse-That-Wasn't just wasn't enough, apparently. Putting all the Heaven-blessed effort into saving the entire world should have been enough to earn a few millennia of peace and quiet, Crowley was decidedly sure of that. But no, something, some higher power that may or may not have been Her will, has decided to throw yet another wrench into his plans.]

No, no, absolutely not-

[Which is why he is currently backing away from the battalion of knights that's just been so gracious enough to welcome the new arrivals, brows furrowed and an (understandably) cross look twisting his face.]

None of this hero nonsense, do you hear me? I am done with all of that.

[He continues his strategic retreat, well aware that he's not even sure where he's going, let alone what's going on, but now that he's raised a fuss he has to commit. Unfortunately, it doesn't go as smoothly as he'd like, and a misstep has him knocking into another presumably foreign arrival. He grunts slightly, eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses, but the small error gives him a little bit of an out.]

You-

[Woe be to whomever he's dragged into his theatrics.]

You agree with me right? That this is a load of cock?

II. leave it in the lap of the gods (wood)

[A talking wolf is honestly one of the least strange things that he's seen in the last week or so, so the thing that Crowley chooses to focus on is the fact that he's somehow been blindfolded. Nevermind the fact that the air around stinks like nature or the fact that he has no idea where he is, his first course of action is to rip the offending piece of cloth from his head and blink owlishly in the dim light. For a moment he ponders pocketing the blindfold, never know when it could come in use, but in the end he just drops the thing and forgets about it.

Littering was, after all, technically a sort of evil.

Despite the dark, he fumbles in the pocket of his jacket and produces a pair of sunglasses, sliding them on with relief before he finally bothers to take in his surroundings. It looks like he isn't the only one in this boat, which is actually less comforting than it probably should be. Whatever, it isn't his problem to worry about a bunch of people lost in the woods, and instead he sighs, snaps his fingers-

and nothing happens. There's no rush of demonic energy, no miracle, and that has his blood running cold. He once again, still nothing, and a bit of panic starts to creep into his expression. There should be no reason why he hasn't teleported back to his flat by now.]

You, yes you!

[He whirls on his heel, fixing his gaze on whomever's had the misfortune of being the closest to him. There's a tenseness in his posture that leaks into his tone; he is Not Amused.]

Where are we, where is this?

III. on the loose and I'm looking for (wildcard)

[Feel free to drop a prompt or shoot me at a message over at ristrettojester!]

I

[faithfixesyou]

[For an instant, Shepherd Book nearly stumbles, a hand automatically going up to his chest when one of the less restrained new arrivals bumps into him.

There's a marking there. Something he'll have to examine later.

He focuses his attention on the agitated man, hand up in a calming gesture, although he can't help the automatic twist of his lips into a quick flicker of distaste as the man swears at him.]

"...load or not, there must be something more to why we've been brought here."

[A pause.]

"As well as how. I've no idea what power in the Verse could do this."

[He's being rude. He offers a hand.]

"Shepherd Derrial Book."

lir | the last unicorn

[valiantabsurdity]

i. stars

[ In dreams, Haggard’s castle hoped to be this: to start, not a ruin. To carry on, peopled. To end, remotely untouched by misery, the absence of which leaves Lir with a crumbling, exotic aftertaste of hope and dreams. The bards aren’t terrified, the people lack any inclination to spit on their leaders or in their food, moss isn’t fighting a death-prone melee with an avalanche of dust for empire. No one offers to sell Lir's teeth or those of a lizard-turned-dragon-for-profit. People, seemingly of their own volition, say hello.

What is this madness?

Lir walks the castle grounds at a skittish step, cringing stiffly now and then, more for fear that his mouth might forget its natural downturn, if he doesn’t exercise it with careful discipline. He navigates the city and its merry crowds like a cat, jumping from torch light, shuddering at bursts of laughter, but piqued enough to start imposing: first with his shadow, cast on the road. Then, the rest of him follows, not so much infiltrating the bustle, as stepping out of people's way, gently relieving them of a cup of a water, and keeping the pace of clapping with timed taps of his foot on hard stone.

At one point in his one-man quest for audacity, he brushes shoulders with a stranger, his gaze still stitched ahead, where the host of dancers assembles in perfect synchrony: ]

They’re... happy, aren’t they?

[ This, some say, might be shock, awe or horror. ]


ii. godswood

[ Prey, predator, or awkwardly fumbling young man scavenging the woods for an easy gain of nuts, rabbits or poisonous (?) berries. Pick your identity crisis.

Not for the first time, the tatters of Lir’s cape have served him better than those of his reputation: he’s shed the mantle off his back to fold it neatly over the remains of his blindfold, his rations, his torch and the strange steel music box that doesn’t sing, nor seems to have great talent for the task, but which Lir all the same respects for its ambition.

It makes Lir, if not the smarter traveller, at least the more competent tree warrior. Goods on his back, fortune favouring the bald more than the bold, he’s climbed a pine tree (of course), balanced as he crawls on a thick branch (but why), and now... he appears to be... all but caught in a tussle with a friendly squirrel (who is embarrassed).

This shiny, shiny apple can only go to one of them.

Stiff upper-lipped destitution has a way of acquainting (pauper) princes with makeshift survival skills. All of which is to say, Lir isn’t letting go. He isn’t. Vocally, heroically, and with increasing frustration for his fellow combatant, he isn’t: ]

No. No —

[ Except the squirrel looks at him, wide-eyed and somehow adorable even on this, the darkest of nights. Its flimsy whiskers tremble. It makes a heart-warming sound.

And then, inevitably, Lir releases the apple.

Of course the squirrel runs off with it, being the superior hustler, and having infinitely more game — at least, until in its natural haste to abandon the idiot who gave up his prize, it somehow also loses the apple, sending it down, down, down below...

And hitting what Lir hopes is the ground, but inevitably ends up being a fellow person. Ah yes. Luck. ]

Hello...? Good evening? Good night. Good evening, or night. We’re sorry, both sorry. If you’re hurt down there? Anyone?


iii. coastline

[ Where there is sea, there are shipwrecks and fish and mermaids and magic and conch shells conspiring against the soft inside of your dainty foot soles and landscapes awaiting a painter’s doting eye. And unicorns, some haggard princes might think, if they were particularly given to self-awareness or recollection, but there are enough hollow hurts that plague their body from that particular encounter, already. (And Lir is still only one, not yet an anonymous legion.)

His mind doesn’t need more troubles. There’s liveliness in the city ahead that scouting the seaside won’t deliver him. He’s walking on, really, boots and their socks in hand, when of course there’s a distraction.

At sea, waves drag forward a few pieces of white nothing: cotton shirts, when Lir inevitably collects them, the size slim, with no encryption. He stretches them out diligently enough on the sand, so they’ll air and absorb enough of the sunshine and the day’s warmth to dry out.

The plan, starting out, is to abandon them there — at least until he spots a convenient figure in the distance that, hand to his forehead to ward away the blindness of the sun, he thinks might pass for human. No time like the present to exercise his lungs: ]

Good day! Were you looking for these?


iv. mystery door four

( Happy to put up an extra starter for you, if you tell me which of the four setting options tickles your fancy! )

stars~

[direly]

[ Sansa is in a similar state, hanging back but slowly allowing herself to find enjoyment in the festivities around her. However little. There is still such uncertainty in her about this place but seeing people celebrate openly and dance (and not being restricted to staying in the castle or followed by guards) goes a long way to helping her feel less and less uneasy.

She flinches at the brush of her shoulder but recovers quickly as she sees his face and where he's looking. She can't help smiling some as she looks back, ]

They're quite good, as well.

Gebel | Bloodstained

[crysbel]

Stars
[ This place and its weak Emperor wishes for him to fight in a war? Ridiculous, is his first thought. How dare they believe they can use him.

His second thought? Then let there be war. Let there be bloodshed, let there be strife, let there be agony, tragedy, famine, sickness, and death wrought about this world; for if these natives are as any fallible and sinning as the humans of his own, then they deserve to be consumed in the inferno of a living hell. He will choose the path of bringing the most destruction, regardless of the faction to which he belongs.

A gloved hand pulls his cloak tightly to him, and his voice, rasping and deep, inquires of the knight: ] ....Where do we begin?

[ To which the knight merely shakes his head, armor clanking, because ha haaa, y'all just arrived, go party or somethin'. ]

Gods Wood
[ He lets the blindfold fall from his face and to the ground, digging his heel into the ribbon to solidify its spot in the filth of the forest floor. ] More tricks. [ The words come spit out between an ever-deepening frown.

Adjusting his cloak as if taking the warping in stride, he quickly finds the provided torch. It illuminates all on its own, but the flames it only accentuates the severity of his expression and the paleness of his skin. He turns. Whether or not you follow, he will continue on his path. ]

Shoreline
[ A man in a dark and heavy cloak, tattered and frayed at its edges, is not dressed for the beach, but he's here anyway. Having only just arrived, he's yet to regain any of his abilities, and that means that the shards ache like living knives writhing within him. Testing his strength or luck against the might of the ocean, or daring to summon a demon to him to produce a cloak of night for comfort, would be too much. Distraction is his best option.

Thus, he will make do with enjoying a book. neeeeeerrrrdddd Bother him if you dare. ]

1 kinda

[shikomizue]

[Liquor already laces Takasugi's breath, though he hasn't been steeped in booze long enough for it to affect his step. He pregamed.

He approaches the solitary, cloaked man as the festivities are beginning. In hand are two small glasses and a bottle of something clear. Strong - that's all he knows of it - therefore perfect for sharing. This guy caught his interest at the tail end of the tour, not rattled by their strange predicament but ready to begin spilling blood.

Takasugi wonders if they're in a similar mood.] Yo.

Want a drink?

warden surana | dragon age | court undecided

[unabatedly]

as the moon rises.
[ A tour cut short leaves a certain elven woman out on the doorstep of the temple, a little bewildered and wide-eyed without too much to go on. It's all just...a little too much and far too fast, and the explanations leave her with far more questions than answers. War. The fate of worlds. She certainly won't go out on a limb and consider it all to be unfounded or untrue, but the gravity of the situation has caught up with her far too quickly. The cacophony of voices draws her out to the square, where people are cheering, singing, celebrating the arrival of soldiers come to help them.

Soldiers who have to come to save them.

It leaves an uncomfortable knot in her stomach despite the merriment. She's been called a hero before. It doesn't make any of it true, now does it.

Children are trying quite desperately for Neria to let them play with her hair, marveling at her ears, wanting to thread flowers in them. She's got a gaggle of three tugging every which way, trying to weave small buds of blue and white to match the colors of the faction. Despite her best efforts, she does have to laugh, though a furtive glance here and there shows her that she isn't the only one in need of cheering up. And that means she won't be the only one to suffer beneath smiles and hope. ]

Why don't you go bother them? [ she whispers, and she's indicating you quite pointedly.

And now there are children rushing you, trying to climb up, begging to be allowed to decorate this most glorious new warrior with their flowers and garlands. Neria's broken out into quiet laughter, grinning mischievously in your direction. ]

You wouldn't say no to such a generosity, would you?



the setting stars.
[ This reminds her of Denerim. Of the Keep back home. Soldiers called back from the front, back from the woods. It makes her heart ache to see so many, to watch as people look faintly relieved upon the arrival of support...only to turn away with grave, stern faces. Like looking in a mirror, as it were. Neria is quiet and solemn throughout the brief tour and she settles in with gentle gratitude on her behalf. But she does not go to rest. Instead, she sets out quickly into the places she's allowed, wanting to see how dire the situation must be. She treads the barracks and sees the people speaking in hushed tones that do not give true credence to the concerns they have. There is a wariness to their stance and to their glances that tells her that they are afraid.

Of what, she cannot discern, but the afternoon passes with her feeling distinctly almost unwelcome.

It is later, in the quiet of dark, where people come alive. The celebration is modest but earnest, and now she understands: these are a people who are joyous to see newcomers aid their efforts, though they have suffered greatly.

Neria is not one for dancing. And she cannot offer magic or something interesting, not when she feels her powers so dampened. But she can offer a listening ear for those who have questions. ]

The people here are struggling. I can understand their uncertainty. But I don't know how much we can help them if we are...limited in many ways.

[ It's an odd turn of phrase. Perhaps she's trying to feel out who's a magic-user and who is here by sheer merit of capability. The sword at the elven woman's side says she's capable, though. She knocks back some of the drink she's been given. ]

How can outsiders help where their own people cannot?



coastline.
[ Transport mirrors sound an awful lot like Eluvians, and so these are things Neria must inspect with all due haste. The people she meets seem confused about why she's taken such a great interest and offer simply to show her what it's all about, which is why she's gently shoved through the glass and out to a view of the sea in all of its glittering glory. And like a child first unleashed upon the large, wide and wild world, Neria looks no less than delighted at the beauty she can see.

It doesn't quite crumble when she realizes she has no real way back, but she'll get to that. She supposes it's a good thing she's brought her blade along, as her magic is no good for the moment. ]

option a: cards
[ Of course she's going to go out looking through the city. Coin isn't something she'll squander, though, and so it's not difficult to find Neria looking in at shops through their windows, asking (annoying) questions of shopkeepers about the lay of the land, and perhaps putting down some coin to get some food and drink. She's more interested in understanding the people, the reason for the war. Perhaps something can be done. Negotiations, collaborations, etc.

Which is why she's been watching a group of soldiers go at a game of cards, again and again, listening to their stories and their advice. Eventually, they start to deal in new people, and she goes to sit and partake. ]

If it's not Diamondback or Wicked Grace, I don't know how to play. But maybe you can go easy on me and I can buy you a drink later?

[ It's said with a warm smile and a wink, friendly. ]


option b: exploration
[ But the beach is what calls to her, and she can also be found walking in the sand in bare feed, hair loose, just enjoying the salt air and trying to get a lay of the land. It's breathtakingly beautiful and she's reminded of a certain pirate, a certain assassin, who have spoken so much about going across the sea to their proper homelands. What she wouldn't give for an opportunity to go this time. She regrets missing out on her chance to go to Antiva or Orlais. It would have been wonderful, she thinks.

Alone here on the beach, though, she tries to work on her magic. Small spells, brief castings, but...nothing seems to work. It just fizzles out, and it feels more and more like there's some kind of barrier keeping her magic from coming out. She's been struck with a Smite before and has temporarily been cut off from the Fade. This? This feels wrong.

It might look very odd, seeing someone gesturing about, reaching for things that don't seem visible to the eye. Throwing a hand out like they're trying to stop a person from attacking. It'd be more embarrassing if she knew someone was watching, too. ]

wildcard.
[ Any other scenarios? I can write you a starter if you want. There's info on my journal for the curious. Feel free to PM me or ping me at onlydawn if you want to plot!

Also I can do prose instead of brackets! ]

As the Moon Rises

[unrepentantsoul]

"This one thinks the elf is too free with her suggestions," a heavily accented voice, muffled by a steel helm, answers with clear annoyance as the armor-clad figure starts carefully picking up children and setting them down at arms reach away from themselves. Probably a good thing, too, considering the length and sharpness of the nails on their hands. More akin to claws than nails, really.

The person lets out a yelp and spins, hands protectively curling upward to hold a very feline tail to their chest and keep it out of the grips of some far too grabby young fingers, "Did the small one's parents never teach them manners? Khajiit's tail is not for touching."

The helmet swiveled and even without being able to see the face of the one talking, it was very clear the annoyance had deepened to something more sour, "If this is how the knife-ear treats strangers, this one does not wish to know how she treats friends."

Billy Hargrove | Stranger Things | Court of Stars

[driving]

[ His canon point is the end of season 3, so these prompts contain SPOILERS. ]

1 / the setting stars

[ Things could be worse. A lot worse. He didn't know what he expected from his death, but it wasn't this. Being called a hero stings a little; he certainly doesn't feel much like one.

If anything, he's the monster. But these people don't need to know that.

As the night goes on he tries to be his usual extroverted self and mingle a little instead of hiding up against the wall with his arms crossed like some kind of shy wallflower. ] I could really use a keg right now. [ He says it to whoever happens to be standing nearby. ]

2 / the gods wood

Who the fuck - [ Billy is not a happy camper. Being kidnapped and blindfolded immediately brings some unpleasant memories to light, and he rips the blindfold off as soon as he's able to, his teeth clenched. ] Where are you, you bastard?

[ He tries to look around but his eyes still haven't adjusted to the darkness, and in this light he doubts he'll be able to make out much more one they do. That doesn't mean he can't hear, though, and sure enough it seems like there's someone close by. ]

I can hear you. [ It's said in a sing-song voice, like a playground taunt. He just assumes that whoever this person is, they had something to do with the fact that he's here. ] Come out and I'll go easy on you.

3 / coastline

[ Now this was more like it. It seems like an eternity since he's been to the beach, even though it's always been his favorite place. If he's going to be stuck here, at least he can have that; he can probably even make his own board or find someone with a bit more finesse to make one for him.

For now, he's happy enough to swim without catching any waves, stripping down to his boxers and romping around in the water like he's truly at home there. Sometimes he swims out further, sometimes he just sits back in the shallow water and basks in the sunlight.

He has a large scar on his bare chest over his heart, and a scrape on his shoulder where he brushed up a little roughly against a rock has a streak of blood drying out on it. Notably, his blood is pitch-black. ]

gods wood.

[deheaded]

Ufufu....

[ the giggle meets billy's proclamation first, and a few moments later does shuten finally step out from the shadows, a shimmer of gold mana against the trees. ]

So forceful. [ she might be very short, very slender, very small... but those red horns on her forehead mean she's not something to be taken lightly. ] Do you truly think you can go "easy" on what belongs in this wood?