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graveyardsmash2022-01-14 03:47 pm
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TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY
Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!
SCENARIO ONE
You wake up in a dark ditch, the sky cloudy overhead. Dirt cakes into your cuts and scrapes. The air is clammy and damp, and it smells like rain.
You’re in a grave. And when you sit up to inspect the tombstone marking your spot, it has your name on it. Maybe the graves next to you have the names of familiar friends, family, acquaintances. Not all of them are open like yours are. RIP.
There’s a light dancing in the distance, and you hear the jingle-jangle of heavy keys, or worse still, the gravekeeper’s massive pitchfork or shovel. If you're lucky, you can sneak out beyond his notice, and get out alone. If not - you might find yourself on the wrong end of a shovel’s swing, or worse yet, tripping headfirst in front of a pair of monstrous eyes.
SCENARIO TWO
You've stumbled your way out of the graveyard, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds of the city. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your dirty clothes and scraped faces, and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.
But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. Some are even handing out pamphlets which vary in how helpful they are--"What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)", "Wolpertinger: Fact or Fiction?", "100% ACCURATE MONSTER QUIZ ASSESSMENT: GUARANTEED TO PREDICT YOUR MONSTER!", and "Ryslig Law In A Nutshell".
Then there are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.
SCENARIO THREE
"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien.
Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines.
Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.
SCENARIO FOUR
The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
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[Like yes, the concept itself is intriguing, but the prospect of becoming one himself doesn't exactly sit well with him. It's bringing him to the likes of those of the Dravanians, those of Ishgard who posess the ability to transform into beasts at will. Though...from what he's reading so far, it seems less of a choice and more of an inevitability. One that you don't come back from.]
Perhaps I would be less inclined to believe it myself if it weren't for the multitudes of creatures already-
[...wait. The rest of what Timekeeper just said catches up with Alphinaud in short order, and his carefully measured expression actually breaks into genuine surprise for a moment.]
I...do beg your pardon, did you say cookie?
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[Alphinaud, if you expected more of an explanation than that, well... sorry.]
Oh, by the way, you haven't seen a pair of golden embroidery scissors around, have you? They're probably quite small compared to me, now. Or... a floating space-time singularity surrounded by spinning cogs?
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This? This is a bit much, even for him. A cookie of all things, she says...
Yet she scarcely gives him time to take that in before she's asking him more questions, and for a moment he's just left staring at her dumbfounded until he realizes he should atleast attempt an actual answer.]
M-my apologies, I...I can't say I've seen either of those devices. I imagine I would have remembered them, surely.
[There might be a reason he's not touching on the cookie thing. He doesn't know where to start with that, for one, but for two...he really doesn't want to insult this poor person accidentally because...
A cookie? He just doesn't believe it.]
But rest assured, I'll make sure to let you know if I do see them. It seems that I did arrive with a few things on my person of my own, but...regrettably I can't cast any sort of spells with it, so my Grimoire may as well just be a decorative piece at the moment.
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You are a spellcaster, then! Magic is not unknown to me. A shame that it doesn't work - I would have liked to see another world's magic. Perhaps you can tell me of your world, instead? After all, not even I knew such other timelines existed until now!
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Yes. A Summoner, to be more specific. There is much to say about Eorzea if intrigue is what you are after, though I hardly even know where to begin...
[Whether one chooses to speak of all the great things the world has to offer, or...the constant war the land seems to be embittered in. He shakes his head a little, lowering his hands back down to his sides.]
Though...you do speak as if you have had some sort of awareness, do you not?
[Not even I...]
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[This kid is sharp, Timekeeper likes that. Her grin widens ever so slightly as she clasps her hands together, not seeming to notice now as a few of her pamphlets flutter away into the street.]
Hmm. Indeed, I could see, visit, influence all timelines. Though now, I see that perhaps that was limited only to the timelines of my own worlds! I must see what others are like, if my powers return. Or if this place yields the proper parts to build a new time travel device. My goodness, it's been a while since I've done that, hasn't it!
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But then she goes into further explanation, about how she has the ability to see, visit, influence timelines, and now he begins to hold himself a bit more carefully. Very few can harness power such as that, and she doesn't immediately strike him as some sort of all powerful omniscient god or anything...
Then again, that isn't to say that things like this don't simply work differently on other planes. That's something he has to remember to consider as well.]
By the Twelve...you've actually constructed a device that allows you to pass through the fabric of time itself?
[And she just says it like she's talking about her daily coffee in the morning.]
I can't imagine the amount of aether...no, it's inconceviable. Your world simply must operate on different rules to Eorzea.
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[That much, she could tell by his earlier reaction - and she'd wager it's also the case for most folks where he's from. Most people she's spoken to here, no matter the world they're from, have been thrown off by the cookie thing, in fact. It's been very entertaining, really. To think, the most basic and boring truth of her world, so worthy of such confusion and astonishment!]
"Aether" is a form of power, then? Or a name given to a natural force? Magic itself, perhaps?
[The time travel stuff isn't important. It's mundane to her, really. Let's talk about things she doesn't know backwards, tilted, and upside down! She can't even remember the last time she needed to ask an actual question
that wasn't her trying to lead Croissant Cookie's oblivious lump of head dough to an obvious conclusion!]no subject
He at least feels less like he's floundering upon being asked about something he knows quite a lot about. He inclines his head slightly, his expression serious.]
It is precisely that and much more. Aether is not just the magic of our world, but the source of life itself. Each indivual man or beast whom draws breath is comprised of Aether. Meaning, if any sort of disruption were to occur...it could have castrophic consequences. And has.
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[She's pacing as she speaks now, more pamphlets fluttering away to become obnoxious amounts of litter, especially since she's also gesturing with enthusiasm in between tapping a gloved finger to her chin. With how sharply she's turning, a couple of pamphlets even end up stuck in her wildly curly hair.]
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[But he could also be completely wrong in thinking that. He imagines though that if Aether were as important of a structure here as it is back in Eorzea...he would have come across something signifying it to be so, like an Aetheryte.
Meanwhile, he's just...going to lean over and pick up one of those scattered pamphlets as it gets caught on the toe of his boot, frowning slightly. Timekeeper sure seems to be taking the situation in stride, delighting in the discovery of it all more than allowing the circumstances themselves to be a stressor.]