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Test Drive Meme 5.


We light our lamps, and forth we go! An early blight if that love be true, A broken heart if that love be hollow! Merrily O! Merrily O! Wailing and woe to the fools who follow!
Prompt 1: t’s a normal day in the Town – a little chilly, but otherwise sunny and relatively pleasant –which is what makes it all the more offensive that it’s once again up to no good. This time? It happens when you eat. Eating anything red will cause you to grow – the more you eat, the more you grow. If you’re not careful, you could become absolutely massive. Eating anything blue will cause you to shrink – the more you eat, the more, again, you shrink. Don’t worry, though. Eating yellow foods will turn you back to normal. Oh…and remember that foods aren’t always the colors you’re used to them being here. Prompt 2: t’s a good thing you’ve adjusted to the Town a bit! You’re probably wearing some of the classic peasant fashion that can be found and scavenged in the Town, whether for warmth or to give your poor regular clothes a break or because they’re covered in the blood of fairies… either way, here you are in some colorless, hideous grey peasant clothing of various types. Which is why it’s all the worse when it suddenly has color again. Maybe it’s bright orange. Maybe it’s puce colored. Maybe it’s a horrifying mix of pink and purple. Either way, there’s no chance any of what you’re wearing matches. You can definitely thank someone in the Town for this one. Prompt 3: he quest sits proudly and simple on the quest post on the forum. It seems simple, too: Quest 63 Retrieve a pair of fairy wings. Requirements: Any two colors. Surely you can manage that much! So off into the woods you go to find some fairies. Of course, they’re mean, nasty little buggers, full of various types of magic and tricks up their little fairy sleeves, so they won’t exactly be easy to take care of. But you finally manage. You’re victorious, and proudly have a defeated fairy in your hands. … Yeah, of course you have to rip the wings off yourself if you want to bring them back. Anything less just won’t do. Gross. This quest was way more trouble than it was worth. Prompt 4: he woods looms ominously over the Town pretty constantly… and that’s just something you have to get used to. But then, from the depths of the woods, in the darkness under the tree branches, there’s…a light. It’s a small, flickering light, as if from a lantern in the distance. You…should go see what it is, right? There’s a strong, strong urge to do so. Maybe you think someone out there needs help. Maybe you think the person there has answers, or knows a way out. Either way…the will-o-wisps will try to lure you deeply into the woods. Deeper, and deeper and deeper… until you slam right on into one of those golems, or banshees or hydras or many others. You can thank your fellow townspeople for their existence out there – but either way, they’re nasty and mean. Hopefully someone saw you wandering in there and followed to give you a hand, because chances are, you’ll need it. Extra: Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with! Welcome to Awash's fifth Test Drive Meme! Please check out the FAQ and rules as you test your characters out. The setting is yours to play with, so be creative and have a good time with it! An important date to remember is March 1st, 9 PM EST, when Applications will open. There will be no reserves for this app round or any future app rounds, so it will be first come, first served applications. As a side note, TDM threads are not canon, so please feel free to assume established CR for the sake of the TDM if it will make threading or showing off your character's voice easier. If you have any questions about the TDM, feel free to ask us here. If there are any other questions, you can catch us via PM, the FAQ or the contact page. You are of course welcome to use prompts from the previous test drives as well. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

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[ nia's making an attempt to not actually use the blade edge of her... blade... on any of them, partially to avoid freaking pyra out any more and partially to avoid damaging the wings. eventually, the fairies seem to get the hint, though, and all of them leave, a small pile of bodies on the ground. ]

Yeah, you better run, you arses!

[ she heaves a sigh of relief and dismisses her sword with a shrug. ]

Put 'em in a bag and dump 'em by the sign, maybe? Honestly, who even knows who's writing the bloody things? Better to wash our hands of this one pretty quick, if you ask me.

[ she pauses. she's used to rex being the one who says encouraging things, but rex isn't here, and pyra doesn't even know who rex is, so it's not like "hey rex would have really liked that thing you did!!" would be useful.

it's got to be her. she has to be the motivational one. she can do it. ]

... 'ey, nice job trying to talk to them, eh? Real successful.

[ ...or she can be instinctively sarcastic and stick her own foot in her mouth. ]

Edited 2019-02-23 05:10 (UTC)

[ If it's entertainment he wants, well--Magilou has that in spades, and she's going to be sure he gets it. Play along, soothe any questions about what she might be doing, and maybe gather information: that's the name of the game. So she takes his assent and keeps going. With a wave of her hands, a stray dove flies from back of her shirt and up. ]

Ah, a patron! Finally someone recognizes the beauty of my calamitous cabaret! Some people prefer to keep their excitement tempered. How tragic. [ Take all the people passing her by, for instance; there's probably more than a few who are just Used To This Garbage™. ] You're right. Discounts are against company policy, and we have to keep a consistent record.

Seems like my troupe hasn't arrived yet. They've always been a bunch of slackers, and fond of shirking their duty. It's a difficult world out there for the entertainers these days. But you seem to be quite cultured in comedy to know a good act when you see one, no?

[ Saber is serious about defending Nia to the death if need be. Satisfied with that answer, she nods once, firmly. ]

Very well. I will not be long.

[ She turns, summons her magical energy into her legs, and bursts away like a gunshot. It isn't long, five minutes at most, when Saber is rocketing back with a small pile of blueberries bundled up in her sinfully bright magenta skirt. There's a brief gust of wind as she stops suddenly before Nia.

She unfolds her skirt, offering the pile of actually blue blueberries. ]

Please, give it a try.

[ Her smile remains warm, her stance poised as he gives his answer. She is, of course, used to making decisions for others, so: ]

Then we will...

Fight.

[ She says, stepping in front of him just in time to catch one of the vines the fairies have suddenly whipped out of them. Even as it writhes in her hand, barbs pricking into the thick leather of her gloves, more begin to descend from the trees around them. ]

...Fight, because it seems our presence at their party is no longer welcomed.

[ With that, the vines all around them will begin to throw themselves at either Zelda or Yuri, hoping to ensnare them. ]

[ Oh, she's eloquent and such a talker and all sorts of lovely. Get this girl a contract on stage! ] Ihihi, I've only to give my laughter as payment, my dear, as I haven't a pence on me!

[ He flaps an arm, wherein his overly large sleeve flaps over his hand with it like a flag. Laughter is, quite literally, what many others use to pay him as well. ] And why yes, you can call me a connoisseur of sorts. Comedy is a fine, fine art, for which only a select few have the aptitude.. and the taste, I might add.

You are quite lucky to have it!

Ah, Ruler.

[ Saber finds it easy to return her smile. Ruler is sincere and goodhearted. It's only natural for the people around her to feel their spirits lift. ]

I am not very experienced when it comes to fashion. If you will accept my assistance nevertheless, I will be happy to offer it.

[ As if to prove it, Saber is wearing a bright pink shirt with neon red and purple pants. If it fits then it's fine, it's fine. ]

[ ....Was that. Was that supposed to be encouraging...... ]

[ But Pyra is good-natured at her core, since she was constructed to be that way. And so Nia's comment isn't taken defensively or badly at all!

In fact, it earns her a smile as well as a little bit of a giggle as Pyra kneels down to begin collecting the wings. ] I... I supposed it could have been better planned. [ She chuckles again, picking up a few more into the palm of her hand. ]

I suppose even cute things can be dangerous, huh?

[ She lets her sword dematerialize so that she can plant her hands on her hips. Thanks for coming down here Maya because now Saber can scold you better. Her voice becomes gently but firmly chiding. ]

I am unharmed. I am thankful for your assistance, but please take more care. The other residents will worry if they hear sounds of battle within the city.

fairies

[ so the question is why? why the fairy wings, of all things? and why do they look so nasty? for all their general awfulness and for all of keith's trouble actually getting one, pulling off the wings feels... needless cruel. he's actually managed to tie up and gag one little fairy, pinching its wings tight so that it can't fly. but ripping it off?

just... no. ]

What's the point of this dumb quest anyway? [ he grumbles to his companion, unsettled, distrustful. and definitely not in the mood to obey. ] And who set it? For what?

--

colorful clothes

[ pink?! why pink?! it's a violently pink, obnoxiously neon color, too, as if it's not satisfied just being a color, but is hell-bent on going all the way out to assault anyone with eyes. it's ugly, horrific, it's the color your nasty, gossiping aunt wishes she could be.

does he strip? does he signal ships at sea? who knows? he's already starting to try to shed the ugly peasant jacket. ]

What the --

woods

Someone might need us.

[ keith is less concerned about that than the fact that whoever's in there might have answers to what's happening here. of course, the potential of someone needing them is pretty significant, too, but keith intends to get the hell out of here and back to the others, and if something in the woods can help him figure that out, then guess who's his new best friend?

he's veering off towards the woods, looking over to his companion impatiently. ]

C'mon, let's go.

wildcard him.

[ ... same old pyra. it's weird, being around her without rex present, but it's kind of amazing how... comforting it is, too, knowing someone else she knows is here. (not that she's going to admit that.)

she grins and starts scooping up the wings herself. ]

Sure can. Look at us two, after all. Bloody well wiped them out and didn't even try.

[ she examines one of the wings closer. ]

... Pretty little things, aren't they? Reminds me of some of the things we've fought back home.

[ she reaches down and delicately, delicately, plucks a single blueberry with her fingernails, and tosses it into her mouth.

she definitely shrinks, but not by a lot. she looks frustrated. ]

... It's gonna take all day eating them one at a time. You better be serious about that whole "not letting me get squished" thing...!

[ and with that, she grabs the entire pile and tosses it into her mouth all at once, and starts steadily, steadily shrinking... ]

We don't run a charity shop here, but I'll make an exception just this once. It's a small token of appreciation for an expert such as yourself. You must realize the inherent value in manufacturing mirth! Comedy can turn the bleakest and most desolate worlds on their heads with nary a word of complaint.

[ At this, she shrugs, her plastered-on smile slipping to a more duplicitous grin. This place is probably the bleakest she's been in, literally speaking, but that's okay. Her colors stand out brighter than anything else would have, even if everything was right with this town. It's driven at least one person to her, so that's a good sign. ]

So what kind of acts do you normally check up on, Sir Connoisseur? The great Magilou simply must know any competition she might be facing, after all.

Hnh. Go for the leader and the army collapses... Admirable strategy, though I've used it more efficiently in the past.

[ he withdraws his sword from the crumpled beast and wipes it on its shriveled form, returning it to wherever it is he keeps it with satisfaction. he looks... somewhat satisfied with the result, though he was hoping it would put up a bit more of a fight. (he's definitely going to be coming back here later to see about recruiting those fairies, though. enough of those vine monsters could make pretty good footsoldiers.) ]

... Well? Did you manage to get the wings off without marring them too much?

Edited 2019-02-23 05:55 (UTC)

Ah--

[ That does not seem wise, Saber keeps to herself. She watches. ]

[ And watches. ]

[ And watches... ]

[ Jeanne wasn't caught up in the carnage, but the tree getting Excalibur'd sure gets her attention. It's not hard to sense that something happened, and she comes running to investigate, flag in hand.

She takes in the scene. The fallen tree. The dead fairy. The tiny Servant. ]

Saber, what happened? [ Why has she shrunk? ] What trouble was so great that you needed to release your Noble Phantasm?

[ It's... perplexing, but she's also concerned because she's sure Saber's more responsible that that. ... She's mostly sure. ]

[ ... and is rewarded for her diligent observation by a knee-high nia, who has long since realized this was a terrible plan and has been looking extremely frustrated for the last several feet.

once she finally realizes she's stopped shrinking, she looks both relieved and furious. ]

... Bloody hell, this place is a nightmare. Oi, what about those made me shrink when the lobster made me grow? I'm not staying Nopon-sized all day!

I think they might actually be used to it by now... but sorry!! I'll try to remember to do something a little less... alarming-sounding?

[ Does Persona summoning count? Why is she being scolded by a tiny individual right now, geez!! ]

Eeep! Come back, Tora-kun!

[ You know what loves laser pointers? Cats. And this is a very big cat who wants to play with that bit of light it just saw... Please don't get squished, Saber! It's trying to find that source of laser fun times, but wouldn't expect a little doll-like king to be the source. But a regular-sized boy clad in blue with bits of bark and twigs stuck to him from a tree falling apart out of nowhere. He catches up with his tiger, follows its line of sight and... Oh! ]

Um... Hello. We thought we saw a light coming from here, did you see it?

[ Gokotai kneels down, pulling the twigs out of his hair. The tiger sets a paw near Saber, but a quick scoot has his owner lean onto that paw with his leg, to stop him from any funny business. What a pretty little person! With... A sword? Something, he can kind of sense it with a sixth sense for swords. That light too, but Sabers already zapped that pesky fairy, making it only faint. ]

a.

[ There's an odd sight in the woods today: what looks like some sort of death knight going toe to toe with the fairies. She's left destruction in her wake — fallen trees, burnt grass... and a literal trail of bodies. Fairy bodies. The quest only asked for one pair of wings, but where's the harm in delivering more than that?

When she finally corners her latest prey, she grabs a wing in each hand, sneering from under her helmet. ]

Looks like your luck ran out. Sorry, but I'll be taking those wings of yours.

[ And she does, ripping them clean off without a second thought, and dumping the body next to her. Unlike most people, who would probably be disgusted by the bloody mess left behind, she doesn't seem to care. In fact, she seems to be enjoying herself. Gross. ]

b.

[ Or maybe you find her later, when she's gotten her 'reward' from the quest: namely, this shirt. She stares at it for a bit, impassive, then drops it on the ground before turning to the nearest person. ]

What a load of crap... here, take these. [ Whether you were her quest partner before or not, said knight is now trying to offload a pile of bloody fairy wings onto you. Hope you're not wearing anything nice. ]

c.

[ There's no way she's wearing that shirt. But she can't just walk around in her armour all day, either — she's worn that stuffy getup enough for a lifetime already. So she finds some passable clothing, and makes her own modifications; turning the pants into shorts, and cutting the top half high to show off her midriff. It isn't great, but it's good enough...

... at least, until it all suddenly turns a mix of hot pink and blue. ]

Curse this nonsense! Never would I wear such an ugly combination of rags!

[ Which is rich, given her usual fashion sense. She stalks around until she finds someone wearing less eye-searing clothing — or simply still grey and muted — and points at them with a demanding finger. ]

This is a command from a king. Hand over your clothing! [ She isn't kidding. ]

d.

[ wildcard! hmu with whatever. ]

[ She's not sure... what to make of his praise for her strategy, for two reasons. One, that he ends it by mentioning that he's done better before. And two, that the strategy itself is to target the leader. Which in their world would be-- well, her. He would be targeting her, so that her army collapses.

...

Well, that's neither here nor there, so she just tucks that back into one of the corners of her mind. ] Mm. [ A nod, and she crouches to sweep up some of the wings into the palm of her hand, splattered with fairy-blood. ] We have enough, I believe.

[ She pinches one of them between her index finger and her thumb, holding it up and watching how its membranes refract the light. ] They're quite beautiful, actually.... [ She murmurs, speaking only so that she might say something to distract herself from having the need to destroy the creature itself to whom such a beautiful thing belonged in the first place. ]

[ The will-o-wisps lured her in with the sense that someone might need help, so here Jeanne is, after hearing Magilou wail. She assesses the situation, and once she makes the judgment that Magilou doesn't have anything to defend herself with, weapon or otherwise, she runs forward.

With her flag, she smacks the hydra back with a surprising amount of force. ]

If you need to run, please do!

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