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justhugalready2014-03-03 12:07 am
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Test Drive - March Edition
 SURPRISE! It's time for our new Rekindle Test Drive! Trying to see if a character will fit or work in the setting? Need some interaction samples? Well this meme is for you! Make a post, tag around, and most importantly, have fun! Here's the setting page for those who want to learn a little more about the city itself. |
Here's some prompts to help you get started, if you need it: |
Option 1 |
[ It's looking gray here, still in that colorless pre-spring phase. There is one bright spot of color, in the form of roses decorating a few tables inside buildings. They even appear to be free for the taking, if you need a little color! And mostly benign. Mostly.] |
Option 2 |
[ The entire city looks pretty new to you, but there seems to be a special amount of shine to one particular spot. Maybe it's just the lights on the ferris wheel, which looks like it could offer a great view of the new city. Only catch is that you're going to end up sharing the ride with another person.] |
Option 3 |
[Apparently this place has a zoo and an aquarium, and is currently holding a special deal and event. Bring a second person in with you, get a special pass to the exhibits! |
Option 4 |
[The slow warming and change in the season has another effect; visibility has a way of suddenly dropping when a cool mist rolls in off the banks of the river and down from the clouds. It's got a chill and dampness to it, and makes it hard to see. You might want to be careful not to bump into anyone while trying to get in out of the fog.] |
Option 5 |
[Whoops. Looks like you haven't taken the cautionary words of the other NPCs to heart, or maybe you just wanted to take your chances. Either way, the withdrawal symptoms have started and you need to find someone to hug quickly before you get even more sick.] |
Option 6 |
[If there's something else you wanted to play with, that you didn't see here, then have fun with that. You've just arrived in a strange city, after all. There's got to be plenty to explore out and about, not to mention people to meet.] |
Option two! [ Marth | Fire emblem ]
He'd never even seen anything like this before. It was so loud at all times - so bright, and so strange in every possible way. That, and the populace really didn't take to dawdlers. He'd found himself walking at a slow pace, shoved this and that way by the shoulders of those which seemed to know where they were going, and wanted to get there without an odd, blue-haired teenager in the way. His apologies had meant nothing. They were curtly ignored - and he'd found himself apologizing to thin air more often than not.
Still, he pressed on, eyes focusing on the ferris wheel after another particularly hard nudge.]
...What on earth...?
[There were... people inside the carriages? Yes, he could see a small girl waving out of one at everyone below. Perhaps.. Perhaps he could find a way out of this place from a higher vantage point? Walking around was doing absolutely nothing.]
BACKFLIPS THE FUCK IN HERE
Carriages. Sure, it seemed to be a thing for moving people. But they didn't move forwards or backwards. What's the point of it, and why is it lit up so nicely if it's for transportation? Why does it keep stopping?
He's not keen to leave it for some reason. Not that he needs to, because when he turns to ask someone in line just what the hell is going on here, he spies a blue form. And that, to an Altean son, is always a good sign. Especially when he'd been losing his shit upon arrival about being alone. The other patrons be damned, he's going to follow his hunch and make a beeline for what looks like his lord (or Frey, or maybe Draug no but he's too big but HEY who else colour-codes like an Altean does).]
Hey! Excuse me! [Then a little louder--] Excuse me! Sire?!
[If anyone knows what the hell people are doing sitting on this contraption, it's got to be Marth. Please be Marth please be Marth please be Marth]
/CATCHES!
Gordin! I'm so happy you're here.
[That meant everyone else had to be, right? Somewhere in this crowd? N-no. Gordin's face... it looked just as worried as his had a few moments past.]
-- I do not know what has happened. Where we are or...
[But he wasn't alone. They just had to think, to retrace their steps, or...
No, there was no retracing any steps. They hadn't happened.]
Please, tell me. Did you suddenly feel faint and find yourself here, not long past?
ooh so romantic u///u
Which is to say, Gordin looks as relieved as is humanly possible for anyone to ever manage; if it wasn't for the whole prince-knight level of decorum, he might even go in for a hug.
Alas, he just stands there with a face lit up like a Christmas tree for now.] Oh sire, it's a weight off my mind to see you well. I was worried that something had happened to you and the others, and--
Ah, um. Well, there goes my hope of you knowing more than me. [He has the grace to look rather sheepish, at least.] I was training, and then I woke up in this place-- Well, in a building where this is apparently a common thing, not here here, but the point is that the same thing happened to me as to you.
[Okay, so they haven't found anyone else yet, but they've found each other, and that's an incredibly important thing. Definitely way better than him floundering about in the park alone like he'd been planning on doing until things became clearer.]
It definitely seems to be a busy place, at any rate...So perhaps, if we keep looking, we might find more people we know. But if I'm to be stuck in a strange place with someone, I'm glad it's you milord.
[Stop saying things like that in front of a ferris wheel Gordin this is right out of Pokemon or something gross]
/possibly gets booted in the face from the catch but hey *~ROMANCES YOU~*
..I am sorry.
[Sorry for not knowing where he immediately is after suddenly falling asleep in the middle of dispatching brigands. Yeeeep, only he would apologize for something so inane. However, he listens to what his friend has to say, nodding quite firmly.] Yes. You're right - we mustn't waste any time. There must be others here as well; faring far worse than we.
[Worse is alone. Possibly swinging swords and lances about in confusion. He's the utmost faith in his companions, he knows they wouldn't, but part of him worries that the disorientation could be perceived as an attack.
So! The line is abandoned, and he talks as he walks, at a brisk pace.]
I am glad to see you, as well. Very much so, actually. It has been years since you left, hasn't it? Is everything well? [It's a shame something like this brought them together again, but really. It's almost worth it just to see such a dear friend once more. Perhaps he's too sentimental, but he's missed him around the castle.]
...i promsie to be more careful with my feet next time eAe
Um! It's fine, really; I would have done more to figure things out more if I'd known that it could be of use to you as well, so...Please don't worry.
Oh, oh; if someone like Cain got here with his horse as well, it could be chaos on the streets with so many people about. I didn't even think about that! [Not that his mental image of Cain or Abel or heaven forbid, Frey or Jeigan trying to ride a horse down narrower streets than he's ever seen isn't a little on the hilarious side, but...
Yeah. Not the best first impression of the Altean League. Which is why he's at least trying to stifle his giggles as he scuttles on after Marth.]
Haha, it's been far too long; Master Jeorge's been working me into the ground, and I only hope that it's paying off and making me better! I was planning on coming back to Altea for a while, maybe get to watch Ryan train a little and catch up with everyone, but...Then this!
Er, I really should thank you for taking him into the army, y'know; it means a lot to him, and to me that he's safe with you.
But enough about me; how have you been? Things were alright before today, weren't they? You haven't been overworked? [Since not a day had gone by in Akaneia when he'd wondered if he'd made the right choice; Ryan's news notwithstanding, the thought of leaving home right when it needed him most...
That really gnaws at his patriotism. But what can you do? He either provides apprentice bowmanship, or gets better so that he can serve better when he comes home.
And that it was all maybe worth it for this situation now is a nice feeling.]
/cuts them off! >D
[Though he's got the feeling even Frey and Cain have better luck of not inciting mass panic than Princess Minerva. A man with a sword... himself, is getting Looks from the people which notice he has one. Gordin as well, his quiver hasn't gone unnoticed. Even with warhorses - he's faith in his mounted units enough to know they'll be able to control the animals bred for war. But a wyvern... people rightly fear them. He presses on, turning to Gordin when he mentions returning to Altea.]
You intend to? That would be wonderful. I know that you've been missed. The barracks speaks of you frequently. Ryan pushes himself to be like you. He's very earnest, and hard working.
[He understood Gordin's reasons for leaving, of course he did - hence permission to actually leave came freely from him. But it felt like an important part of all of them left with him. The fact he intends to come back does make a smile come to his face - of course it does - and it's one he actually means. Very much so. But at the question it turns serious again.]
No. Not at all...
[Kind of. Sort of.
Of course.]Jagen and Chris are helping me shoulder what is to come. No- everyone is helping. [And he's grateful. Very much so.] The world has gone mad, again. But we will all set things right, together.
WOW i need those are you gonna carry me everywhere X-(
...And that's assuming they know what wyverns and pegasi are.
But the tittering bubbles back to a rather bemused (and yet again, flustered) frown when he hears that his return would be desired.]
Um! Um...Really? Haha, I didn't think anyone would remember me, if I'm honest. I'm certainly no-- Well, I'm not you, am I?
[Quick leap on the subject of Ryan that's always a good one go go go!!!]
Gods, I'm glad to hear you say that milord; he's a good boy, but I was worried that he might get bullied or something. He'll be a fine archer some day, but I wish that he didn't have to be. [After all, despite the immense pride at having his precious brother join the Altean ranks, there's a nagging fear of being the reason for him marching to his death.
Still, the pride's too strong to be swallowed by that guilt. Gordin shakes off the wistfulness in his tone and returns the smile, turning it into something hesitantly playful at the idea of Marth ever not being completely swamped by work and drama.]
I don't believe you for a second, if you'll pardon my saying so. You always seem to end up with more on your plate, even with an army to help you; it might be forward of me to say, but you can't spend so many years serving under someone without picking up on things like that--
Oh! Chris...I've read about Chris. [But the letters never did specify a gender...Better tread carefully.] I'm glad that you've at least had so much support, and that things might have worked out so that I can be of some help too.
[It's a little difficult to be so forward about his feelings at the best of times, let alone now, but...Bless him, Gordin's going to try to speak above a shy mumble when he gets it out.]
...I don't know how much use I'll be on my own, but if we are the only ones here...Then I'll do my best for you, sire. Anything you need of me! I mean, it's the least I can do after, er...Everything.
I-I'll buy you rollerskates. 8|
[At Gordin's statement about not being remembered, he actually looks quite confused. Where would he get that idea? Oh. those stories about the war of shadows. If anything, he's started to dislike them if only because all of the talk about him being the "Hero-King" is so wrong.]
..I..
[Embarrassment? Slight embarrassment, yes. It's one thing to shrug all that off to people which weren't there, but someone that was...
Welp.]
I was nothing without those that fought alongside me. Were it not for you and the others, I would have died when Altea was taken. [He wouldn't have left Elise for a start, and two hostages? Too much hassle.] Even now, I am nothing without my allies... no, my friends. And you, Gordin. We are good friends, aren't we?
[Ryan!]
Ryan is in the seventh, is he not? Yes. I am certain of it. I recall clearly, Cain placed them first out of all of them. He, and the rest of his unit, are exemplary soldiers, and Chris leads them very well. Nothing is certain... but please, be at ease, my friend. Ryan is in the best hands possible... [And, if they ever get back, he's going to ask Jagen to keep an eye on the bittyarcher. Just in case. Bullying and all.
Hopefully that won't be more of a hinderance to him than a help.]...If we are the only ones here, I am happy that it's you with me, my friend. Truly happy. Thank you...
[For being worldnapped?]
...i accept this substitute as long as you don't laugh when i fall over
[Aw, that embarrassment is endearing to the max; Gordin barely bites back a smile even as his ears burn up.] That's true; every soldier is nothing alone, and no matter what the stories say, you're only human. Without you, though...No one would've made it to Talys, least of all me. [Boy howdy he's not used to talking about such deep (or painful) topics and it shows with how slowly he speaks. Gotta take time to consider his words and all.] You gave us all someone to fight for, and you're a really good leader besides; I used to pity our enemies sometimes, that they didn't have you for a king. ...But then, I suppose we grew up together, in a way. [Not that he'd ever dream of using that as an excuse to treat Marth like a little brother, no. Never.] For that alone, you've been a great friend to me.
Ah, he is! They seem like a bit of a mixed bag, but all good sorts from what he tells me. [Softly--] ...He mustn't have gotten around to writing about placing first though, and under Cain too!
Um, that is...Phew. I'm not going to lie, but knowing that they all work together so well and that you think so highly of their captain is a weight off my shoulders. There's no higher endorsement for a soldier than his king's approval, right?
[Aaaaand that's enough to have him trip over his own feet for a second. Honestly, much more praise and he's going to pop. Once he's righted himself and tried to cover it up with nervous laughter though, Gordin's voice turns to something softer than usual. How long had it been since they'd gotten to talk like this?] Heh, you'll have me crying if you keep that sort of talk up. I always was a little soft for your speeches, sire.
[Hey, kidnapped, worldnapped; he's a pro at this sort of thing right?]
♥!
From what I heard, many of our best were bested by your brother's unit. They're indeed the best recuits we've had for a very long time. And I promise you - I'll do everything I can to make sure no harm comes to any of them. I swear it.
[The speech is... too much. Far too much, really. And the subject is one he finds simple. It's a matter of hating fighting. And a matter of trying to avoid any bloodshed whereever possible. ...and more than likely remembering who everyone is helps, too. Some part of him feels a pang when Godin mentioned escaping to Talys, however. Very much so. If it weren't for Malledus shouting some sense into him, his dawdling would have meant they'd all have died.
...Which is why he needs the people around him more than most. He's all too aware of the fact his idealism makes him weak, of course he is. But it doesn't stop the fact he doesn't want anyone to pay for his safety with their lives. Regardless of their oaths.
He's about to respond, but then! He reaches out an arm to try and assist Gordin, stepping back once he's actually righted himself without any help.]
...Your words are more than I deserve. Far more. Shall we continue on?
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...I just came here to see what it was, after all; we might as well use it if we can. [The arrival spiel had made it pretty clear that this city needed help and that going home wasn't likely for at least a while...Gordin's goals had been more on getting to grips with Sing Song or whatever this place is called, rather than leaving.
And he's curious about why everyone is lining up to get on the stupid hoop, anyway.
The thought that he wouldn't trust Marth with Ryan's life for a second is so beyond his comprehension that he can't help but snort quietly (and look ashamed of himself for snorting at his lord, oops).] I know he's safe under your watch, sire; if I didn't believe that he'd be in good hands, then I'd have come home and hauled him out myself long before now! And obviously I was right on that hunch; his letters are glowing with praise for you and his platoon. Things like, 'Prince Marth is so cool', if I remember right.
[Saying so much heartfelt praise is enough to make him rather self-conscious; it's the last thing that Gordin wants, to alienate Marth with flattery...But he can't help himself when it comes to topics he's passionate about. There's a definite apologetic lilt to his words when he next speaks.] Haha, I'm sorry if I said too much and made you feel uncomfortable. It's true from where i'm standing, so I hope you'll take my words all the same.
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but right now? right now there's a guy over there that's looking pretty uncomfortable. maybe even as lost as Zack is. following that line of sight, he notices that the other is staring at the ferris wheel. does the guy want to take a ride but is too scared to? or is there something else...
anywho! Zack bides his time and might give the poor, unfortunate soul a little shove into one of the carriages. ]
Hey, hey. Don't hold up the line.
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I am sorry. I did not realize these... things were made to accommodate two.
[A small exhale. And-]
... Everything here is so strange.
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Oh yeah. Honestly you could probably fit a whole group if everyone was small enough.
[ poor guy. so nervous. so Zack also looks out the window. impressive city, really. ]
Strange, huh? Not really. Buildings might be a different shape, but a city is a city, you know? They pretty much have the same things in them. People live and go about their lives all the same.
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[But his tone is distant, especially so when Zack chose to remove that sword. The fact he could carrying it on his back was surprising. Let alone take something that looked that heavy off with one arm- staggering. And up close, he was all the more perplexing. A pointed tip, yes. Alike any other sword, but that was where the similarities ended. As the ferris wheel started up, the ground shook slightly and he stumbled - too trapped in examinations of the sword to really be prepared. But! He righted himself, turning his eyes toward the strangers' face.]
Forgive my rudeness, but I cannot help but stare at that sword. How... does it work?
[.....derp.]
I mean more the blade. Is it designed for stabbing... or chopping?
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[ not to mention that there's essentially a world above and a world below. but Zack's not going to mention that. to be honest? he's not sure what to think of Shinra at the moment. his only goal had been to get to his girl... then figure out what to do from there.
but that's not likely to happen, now is it? ]
Eh?
[ wait what. his sword? he gives the other guy a blank, clueless look for a moment before looking at his blade then starts laughing. ]
Wouldn't really get a good stab in with that, would ya? It's meant for slashing. The monsters back home are pretty tough!
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[Only a year? And bigger buildings than that existed? He's going to look surprised at that, his eyebrows furrowing slightly after a while. This ...place seemed to have things his world didn't, that was true. But surely... things like that would take decades. Possibly even longer. ...Right? Well, wrong, apparently. He looks out of the window again at the buildings as their altitude climbed. He'd never been this far off the ground in his life. It was... something, all right.
At the laugh, he turns around and glances at the sword, and then to the other man. Marth had almost started to chastise himself for bringing attention to the man's weapon, for it was almost rude. But he seemed.. okay about it. Very good natured about it, actually.]
Ah... No. Not without hurting yourself as well. [A small laugh, alongside.] It's very unusual. You must be extremely strong, even to lift it...
[He couldn't. And he knows that. But there's a small pause.]
Monsters...? Is that... a type of brigand?
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It's not that big of a deal. [ pause. ah... maybe this guys doesn't know about all of the SOLDIER junk. ] Well, okay. So maybe it is a big deal. Not everyone can handle the treatments and stuff they give SOLDIERs. I did have a smaller one that I used, but this...
[ he takes a look at the blade and gives it a small, MAYBE sad smile. ] This was given to me by a friend.
[ but anyway! moving on from that, because this guy. THIS GUY. monsters... he doesn't know what MONSTERS are? ]
Uh... Monsters. You know... Bombs? Ahriman?
[ no? nothing? ] Spriggans?
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It's special. I see. I am sorry to have intruded-
[Then the question! ...Bombs? Ahri- what?
...He's just going to look perplexed here. Very perplexed.]
I understand what explosives are, but I have never heard them referred to as "monsters." I'm afraid I don't understand any of what you're saying. They... what you're referring to sound horrible, though. If anything that dealing with them requires a weapon that...
[Brutal looking. Even the axes Fighters use aren't anything compared to it.
...But what even IS a spriggan. DD:]