acatalepsy_ooc | TEST DRIVE MEME #5.

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TEST DRIVE MEME #5.

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test drive meme #5

It happens in the blink of an eye.

One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are.

You fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid . . . for now. Weirdly, the weather seems to be entirely in flux. One moment, it is warm and humid, and within the next handful of hours, it is starting to snow. Whatever is going on with Astoria seems to be messing with the atmosphere of the Temple, and as a result, you are having something of a wild entrance to Acatalepsy.

It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore.

Indeed, it seems as if you have fallen down the rabbit hole. A weird, mysterious, snowing-yet-humid rabbit hole.

THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS.

Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around.

At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived.

Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern.

Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. However, be careful -- there is some additional movement around the Temple that seems specific to the time of year.

HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY.

The kitchen has become overtaken with a flurry of activity. Vines have woven their way into the area of the Temple typically reserved for food, and there is a massive tea party! What a splendiferous thing -- surely this can't be all that bad.

There is such a massive array of food here that it almost seems impossible to know where to start . . . tea and cookies set out with messages that read “EAT/DRINK ME." Well, if you insist. However . . . certain foods and drinks have certain effects upon your person that are wholly unexpected. Well, drat.

If you taste the rosehip tea, you are suddenly infatuated with the first individual you lay eyes on. They are everything to you. You think you may even want to propose, immediately, right now. Weddings, I love weddings!

Tasting the ladyfingers will cause you to spill your deepest secrets to whoever is nearby. Have a secret crush? Not anymore! The entire room has to know about it, and you somehow can't seem to shut up about whatever you've been trying to keep quiet.

A sip of the chamomile tea will cause you to become ridiculously sleepy. That corner looks like a particularly delightful place to take a nap, doesn't it? Maybe someone else wants to nap too.

The Madeline cakes cause a ridiculously high spike in happiness. Nothing can get you down, not even the grumpiest of people. Smile, smile, smile! You need to spread this joy to everyone in your reach.

A nibble of the scones will prevent you from lying. . . and, in addition, you will be brutally honest on whatever question you're asked. Maybe now is a bad time to give an opinion on your friend's outfit or new haircut, hm?

And, finally, the Earl Grey tea will cause an enhancement of your Astoria given powers. Make sure you have that under control, or you may accidentally blow out a window, depending on what it is.

YOU'RE LATE, YOU'RE LATE.

The Unseen Servants will be a little, well, mad. Not that anyone will be able to see them, but there will seem to be things moving around the Temple at random, whether they be sheets, clothing, food, furniture, etc. with very little if any logical reason to it. It almost appears like the sheets and the like are moving throughout the air without any rhyme or reason to it . . . someone certainly isn't happy that the Temple is all astray.

In addition, the Unseen Servants may also be attempting to steal things off of you. After all, you are also new to their world, and they want to make sure everything is put into their proper place, so beware any silent mischievous Unseen Servants dipping hands into pockets.

Also . . . some of the rooms in the Temple are shifting around. Certain entryways could lead you to a select location at random. You may have thought you were entering your room, but it appears you’ve wound up in someone else’s. Or the bathhouse. Or the forest. Either way, you may find yourself lost for a bit...until the Temple decides to stop playing tricks on you. Keep track of your location, or you may wind up in the Forest of the Fey by mistake.

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.

Should you approach the fighting ring, you’ll find that isn’t quite what you’d expect — there are no training dummies to be found, the rusted gates are colored a lavish gold, and the dirt ground has been replaced with a red and black checkered flooring. More notably, the ring itself seems to have expanded to make way for seating so that it’s become more of an arena than anything. There is an audience of spectators: many of them are typically known as the bestiary of this Temple. They are a bit more, er, refined and chatty today.

When you enter, the gates will shut behind you. They will not budge. You have now entered a makeshift Royal Court. Suddenly, a playing card manifests in your hand. It might be…

A Heart: A princess-like figure is displayed on this card. She appears to be singing.
A Diamond: A gallant knight-like figure is displayed on this card. He appears to be fighting.
A Queen: A refined queen-like figure is displayed on this card. She sits atop a throne, her finger pointed right at you.
A King: A triumphant-king like figure is displayed on this card. He stands on a podium for all to see.
A Joker: A jester-like figure is displayed on this card. He is dancing, laughing, and making a general fool of himself.

On the back reads a message that states “This card withholds your role. You’ll be permitted to leave once we are thoroughly entertained. Best of luck!” No further instruction is given. Those who have entered with you are in the same predicament. How will you interpret your card? Who are you stuck with and how will you satisfy the audience? Or are you a member of the audience instead? Either way, good luck getting out — it’s up to you!

COMMUNICATIONS.

Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you.

There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it.

OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server!

enjoy! ♥

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[ Huh. Why does it feel like she missed something. ]

a1. you're late

Get back here!

[ Ryoko let herself get distracted for just one second, just one. She was perplexed as to why it looked like a conga-line of fruits and veggies were leaving the kitchen, and suddenly she felt something tug at her pocket. Once she saw what looks to be a trinket floating away from her, she couldn't help but panic just a bit.

And well, follow after as fast as her feet could take her. She sees it round a corner and follows, only... it's not there anymore!

She does however, see someone walking this way, and she ambles right towards them. ]

Hey, have... have you seen... did you see--

[ She might be trying to catch her breath a bit. Pardon her. ]

a2. you're late

[ It seemed like it was a lot more hectic than it was the last time she remembered the Temple. Everything looked like it was up in arms, and something felt... off. Ryoko felt a little uneasy, but it didn't seem like anything was too dangerous, right? Well, maybe it'd be better for her to get some rest to clear her mind... so, she heads back to her room!

Easy right? She goes right towards her room, exactly where she had been before...

And might be in a bit of a bind. Where is she? ]

b. off with your head

[ One thing she knew she needed more of was training. It was something she had started up right before she had been whisked away again, and hadn't exactly made the best of it. Heading towards the training hall this time around would make things easier!

Which, may be why she was given the diamond card. Ryoko closely examines the card, back and front, before gazing out to the crowd. Quietly, she closed her eyes. Okay. She has to perform, she has to do her best. Something that looks like it's fighting... okay!

She draws her knife, then. ]

I can do this. [ She repeats to herself. As she'd been saying for who knows how long now. ] En garde!

[ That. That one was for the audience. ]

c. wildcard

[ look i'm weak.

info on ryoko is right over here! ]

[A: kitchen // un-birthday]

[Ritsu does not trust the aesthetic of those neatly laid-out refreshments. Not one bit. Of all the rooms he's poked his head into so far, this is by far the most cursed. Still, there's something he wants to confirm before buying into anything else he's heard today. For that, he needs a spoon.

...Okay, he doesn't really need a spoon. But there's one right here, sitting next to an unattended teacup, so he may as well help himself. At least, that's his train of thought before he finally notices somebody approaching and looks up.]

Oh. ...Did you want this?

[The flatness in his voice suggests that he isn't keen on the idea. There are spoons to go around, you know.]

[B: outside // you're late]

Get back here!

[That cry is the only warning forthcoming before its source, a messy-haired teenage boy, hurtles on by through the untamed grass. He's covering ground at a decent clip, too. Within moments, he catches up to his quarry, draws his fist back, and throws a punch -

- through the misty-white midriff of the Unseen Servant he was chasing, achieving absolutely nothing.

The Servant contrives to look startled for a moment, but recovers soon enough and drifts away in the direction of the kitchens. A sharp eye might notice a single spoon clutched in its cloudy hand as it leaves. Meanwhile, the boy shoots a glance down at his own hand, frowning a little but clearly not yet deterred.

This looks like it could go on for some time if nobody steps in. Then again, that might be sufficient reason not to...]

[C: fighting ring]

[After reading the back of the card, Ritsu flips it back over, narrowing his eyes. The grinning jester fails to return even a fraction of his excessively focused glare. Despite his young age, it's clear that these instructions and their implications are, uh, outside of his normal wheelhouse.]

...Well, I guess neither of us has a choice. What's yours?

HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY

[ It hung heavy in the air, wafting about the kitchen like a perfume, though it bore no scent. No, it was more akin to a sensation-- a prickle of energy, a fluctuation in pressure. Its origin and intentions hardly mattered; magic felt more or less the same. A certain court magus could be thanked for that bit of knowledge.

Bedivere advances warily, very much a bull in a china shop. Or, a knight in an enchanted Wonderland-themed party, perhaps.

Destroying the tea party was an option, but had the potential of backfiring if the caster had anticipated such a response. He could attempt to find this person or persons, but it would not be an easy task. Regardless, leaving the kitchen as it was, where any passerby could fall victim, was simply out of the question.

He continued to ponder, before noticing another had wandered in. ]

Ah, I must ask you to refrain. These are not safe. I have reason to suspect they have been tampered with.

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

[ So quickly had he been rendered at their mercy. It was shameful, but he had no time to dwell on his mistakes (he could and would do so at a later time, perhaps while he was trying to sleep). At the present, he had to prioritize the safety of all those who had been trapped, cards be damned. ]

Are you alright? They did not harm you?

WILDCARD

did bedi buttdial you? call him back and give him a stern talking to. he will apologize profusely.

[ i put the full name there to be as obnoxious as possible, i have no regrets. ]

happy un-birthday.

Trinket... [ he warns ] I'm not responsible for what happens to you if you drink that. I swear -

[ he absolutely is responsible for whatever happens when trinket looks at him, almost pointedly: ]

Do not, [ percy warns again.

which is when trinket starts lapping up some of the rosehip tea from one of the dainty little cups on the table. he'd try and stop him, really he would, but stopping a massive bear from doing much of anything, even one as tender as trinket, can be a bit of a lost cause. ] I don't think that's a good idea, I -

[ one moment he's got his fingers in trinket's fur, trying to guide him away with some of his favorite places to have scratched (vex taught him, after all), and the next he's being absolutely toppled over by pounds upon pounds of brown bear, licking his face vigorously with happy noises gurgling from his throat ]

Trinket - Trinket, get off, I get it! You've missed me - I can't breathe!

[ off go skittering percy's glasses as trinket continues to furiously lick his face and now his hair.

god.

please help him. please. ]

off with your head.

[ this. this.

this is awful and awful as in he's supposed to entertain some crowd of people he doesn't know with nothing but a stupid playing card in his hand with a picture of a young woman singing on it. garbed in lavish dress, her posture proud and high, a song portrayed in a thin line of musical notes illustrated on the card itself.

he flips it over, reading the short message: this card withholds your role. you’ll be permitted to leave once we are thoroughly entertained. best of luck! ]

Do I look like a bard to you? [ he hisses at the card and then looks up at the crowd, who looks back at him expectantly, murmuring amongst themselves - all manner of beast and man.

well fuck this. ] I don't sing, I...

[ a helpless little look down at the card again, flipping it back and forth as if maybe it's got some kind of answer that beats singing.

but it doesn't.

which means the percy's stuck for a moment between calling up the dregs of some old school hymns and just sitting petulantly in the middle of this royal court until they behead him for his inability to follow instructions. of course, when faced with the choice between death and embarrassment... well. is it really a choice?

so enjoy yourself some rather sweet, albeit a tad shakey, singing in celestial, full of rich, harmonic tones. in truth, he doesn't sound half bad, if a little bit out of practice, occasionally glancing down to the card between his fingers and hoping that maybe this is enough to entertain the crowd. ]

communications & wildcard

send a text to him or come up with something else.

HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY

[ Rimuru has heard of Alice in Wonderland, of course. And while seeing so much food and drinks around him does make him hungry (well, sort of hungry? Can he fell hunger? Usually he couldn't, but there is something weird going on with his boy ever since he arrived), he knows better than to try out something that says "EAT ME".

He stares at the cakes for a while, but remembers where he is. These are supposedly good guys, right? They wouldn't try to poison him. So why not!! he quickly reaches for a scone and shoves it in his mouth, followed by a madeline, and there is so much happiness in him. Rimuru grabs another scone and sways from side to side happily ] So delicious...!! [ he does love food, but he might be a bit too happy. ]

YOU'RE LATE, YOU'RE LATE

[ Walking around as human is easier and it's apparently his new form - but Rimuru has grown very used to his slime form and prefers to be in it. It's considered a power now, but Rimuru doesn't think too hard on specifics, and ultimately he prefers to wander around like that. Hopping about, a blue slime blob carrying a mask on top of it is out exploring the place.

That's when he feels someone touching his mask, and quickly he turns around (??? even though he has no eyes....) to try and figure out what just happened. He remains quiet and in silence, suspicious of everything, and when he suddenly feels another touch, he jumps up ]

Hey!!! What is this about?! Who is there!! [ and sure that is a ball of slime jumping up and down angrily (apparently they can be angry), annoyed at some invisible person. Maybe you should see what that is about. Maybe. ]

COMMUNICATIONS

It's not the first time I was sent to a whole new world. Worlds? I hear we will be visiting different ones. Anyway, I'm glad I was taken at a time when things were going right back home, still I worry about the people I've left behind. They are capable, but I don't want them to feel lost without me. Is there anyway I can send them a message? Just to tell them I'm fine, and to tell Benimaru he is the boss now...

Edited 2019-01-24 12:58 (UTC)

⚡ — HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY.

( The desserts look a bit odd, nothing like what Minato is used to. So he picks out a couple Madeline cakes and nibbles at one; it's pretty good, but the joy and mirth that well up in his chest shortly afterwards ... Well, that's miles better.

Dammit, he can't stop grinning. He goes back up for more, only to have to wait when someone else is looking over the selection. )

Try these, they're incredibly good.

( He picks out a couple more, smiling all the while. )

⚡ — YOU'RE LATE.

( Frustration doesn't begin to cover how Minato feels when things begin to go missing off his person. A kunai, then the pouch itself. His forehead protector, for God's sake.

He's determined to hunt down whatever's been stealing them, no matter what it takes; as such, when he enters what proves to be a stranger's room, he stops and takes a glance around. )

Pardon me.

( At least he has manners enough for that. )

Something has stolen things off myself and I need them back. Did you see anything run in here?

⚡ — OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.

( Okay this ... Is a bit painful. He's seated in the arena, not quite sure what to expect, and the person down in the pit itself seems to not know what to do with their card ...

There's noise and shouting from those among him in the seats, and he doesn't quite know what's going on himself, but ... An arena is an arena, right?

Minato stands up and announces, drawing closer. )

If you need an opponent, I'm glad to offer!

⚡ — NETWORK. video.

( He's sent a couple short broadcasts to the network already, not having the hang of it yet. But now it appears that he understands it enough to not disconnect. )

People can see this ... ? I hope my other attempts didn't come through, ahaha ...

ARRIVAL

[ when raven had opened the portal, yang genuinely believed that it would lead them to ruby. she had believed that maybe, maybe just this once, her mother would make good on her promise and allow yang to return to her sister. that's where she was so, so wrong. and she realizes it from the moment she feels vertigo hit her like a truck.

she falls flat on her face, greeted with a mouthful of snow. there's no weiss, there's no bumblebee. one of her closest friends and her bike have completely disappeared. yang...is alone.

she forces herself to get back up onto her feet and stand tall despite the weather. her body's trembling from the cold, but she moves forward. ]

Weiss? ...Ruby? Qrow?

[ she calls their names a few more times, and when there's no response, she clenches her fists at her sides and hisses under her breath-- ] ...You lied to me.

[ > approach? ]

HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY

[ she's been pretty restless since arriving here. all yang cares about right now is finding her sister (and, well, figuring out what the hell happened to weiss), but she's aware that she does need to keep herself hydrated and fed to keep moving forward. and she's also aware of how suspicious those signs are, beckoning her to sample some of the refreshments. she tries not to give in, but her stomach growls and she's also pretty thirsty.

reluctantly, she takes one of the scones. but...she's also kind of eyeing it suspiciously. she doesn't eat it just yet. instead, she turns to the nearest person, eyebrow raised, and asks: ]

...Is this really safe to eat?

COMMUNICATIONS (VIDEO)

[ typing on the bracelet kind of just. seemed like a huge chore. seemed like it would be much easier to do a video broadcast, and if she's going to be here a while, then she'd might as well introduce herself. yang smiles into the camera and gives a wave with her other hand. ]

So...hey, I'm Yang, just got here. I'm looking for a girl around this tall [ she holds her hand up to right beneath her chin. ] with black hair; all dressed in white and black with a nice red cape. Her name's Ruby. I've been looking for her for a while and I need to know if she's here. [ there's a frown that crosses her lips for a second, but yang shakes it off quickly and looks back into the camera. ]

Other than that, what's it like, traveling to other worlds? Sounds pretty exciting if you ask me. Still, I want at least some idea of what I'm getting myself into, so if someone wants to fill me in, that'd be great. Thanks.

WILDCARD

[ hit me up with anything! this is also my first time playing yang so please bear with me! ]

a. temple of beginnings

[if you're wandering around the temple grounds today, you might find a disoriented uraraka stumbling down the corridor, one hand gingerly placed on her stomach and another clapped over her mouth. not that a hand's really going to do all that much against projectile vomit, but a girl's gotta make do, you know?

she feels a little bad leaving a track of snow and mud behind her, but any sense of guilt is completely squashed by the way her stomach curdles and flips when an unseen hooligan briskly brushes past her, their shoulder ramming against her own. a strangled noise rises from the back of her throat, not from pain, but from the effort she exerts in attempting to swallow down her lunch. and for a second, it really looks like it might come out, her face pale and sweating, her eyes wildly looking for anything, anything at all to puke in.

it's your unlucky day, because she spots you. not that uraraka has any intent on puking on anybody, but she makes a beeline toward you, in hopes of maybe getting directions to the nearest bucket.]

b. happy un-birthday

[guess who has no idea how to ignore her sweet tooth? yep. this gal.

uraraka's not a huge fan of tea, so her grubby hands immediately shoot for the little pastries strewn across the table. nothing's made it into her mouth yet, though; she's too preoccupied piling her arms full of those cute madeleine cakes. once she's done being a greedy gremlin, she spins on her heel, about to find a good, secluded spot to pig out—when she comes face-to-face with you.]

...hey there. [a nervous smile spreads across her face and her arms lift a little, as if in a peace offering. a few scones drop to the ground.] Do you, uh, want one?

c. communications

hello? anyone out there?
is something going on with the rooms here or are there really 6 different bathhouses
would appreciate any and all advice! thanks!!!

d. wildcard
(hit me with whatever!)

A. TEMPLE OF ARRIVAL
[I'm sorry, were you just trying to mind your own business? Trying to figure out where you are and what's happening? There's no time for that now, because you're being handed a glossy 8x10. Where did he get these. Why does he have them. It is signed though, so, maybe valuable.]

Listen, let's get this out of the way, I know, I know, starstruck and all that, but-- here, take it, that'll be worth something on Fantasy Ebay-- do you know where the emergency exit is? You see, I'm not taking pro-bono work anymore, you have to go through my booking agency to set up live shows.

[But does any of that mean anything.]

B. YOU'RE LATE

[Being lost in a weird maze is like, nothing new, and in fact Taako is kinda over it. There isn't a promise of great treasures or world-ending stakes here, you just can't find the bathroom. Still, something seems to causing him to break out in near hysterical laughter, and if you get close enough you might be able to see why. A ghost-like figure seems to be trying to shake . . . old pudding . . . off of its ghosty hands, while Taako is cleaning it out of one of many pockets on his outfit.]

Y'know, I knew that would pay off one day. You want some?

[I mean, it does seem effective actually.]

C. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

[Oh, uh, hm. A diamond card? That's not good. Taako looks like many things - extremely famous, incredibly fashionable, potentially wealthy - but a fighter, he does not. He looks a little anxious about this turn of events before he spots you. Yes, you, who looks like a lot of things, but most of all a big sucker. Sidling over, turning the card over in his hands, clearly not into the idea the card is suggesting.]

Hi-- hey, greetings to you, uh, fellow traveler, but, do a dude a favor real quick. You wanna switch? It's all great and whatever, about the whole brawling thing, but physical stuff is not exactly my specialty. Low strength score, you get it. Also, semi-retired, soooooo.

[Already just. Trying to reach for your card?]

Happy Un-Birthday

[Magnus is a little late to the tea party -- late enough that quite a bit of the food has been picked over and that plenty of people have already experienced the negative effects of the food. But Magnus has missed all of the pandemonium and just seems to notice the Eat Me sign with delight.]

Free food! Nice!

[Maybe warn him off? Oh wait, too late. He's just eaten - hmm. A little bit of everything.]

Huh. Kinda weird aftertaste.

Off With Your Head

[Magnus enters the fighting ring, obviously confident. After all, he is a pretty big guy and he looks like he's at home in a fight.

He's been given a playing card, but he doesn't even look at it.]

Well? We fighting, or what?

Wildcard

[Magnus has accidentally turned his communicator on, and doesn't seem to have realized it.]

You're Late, You're Late

This is not at all where Sirius wants to be. The rooms keep shifting on him, which is not ideal when you're trying to get the hell out of wherever you are. He's desperately looking for an exit, somewhere, anywhere, any place that will lead him back home to finish some very important business. If he looks a little frantic, surely it's understandable. He's got some murdering to be about. Or, at least, some confronting.

At home, he had just seen two of his best friends lying murdered in their own house, their baby left behind. He knew who had done it, he had to find him and make the rat pay. But then -- he had shown up here. Exactly not on the hunt for Pettigrew, instead stuck in a random ancient building. He hisses out a frustrated growl, running his hands through his already messy hair.

"Damn it!"

↠ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ

Spirits who may guard this temple, lend me passage! I mean you and your home no harm but must soon return to my own! [The voice, like its owner, is an In-Between. A Not-Yet. The boy is a warrior; it's a sure thing, but he isn't a man. Not yet. It's obvious. His voice is urgent and rings clear through this hall way (this winding, twisting, elegant place), but it isn't laced with the fire of certainty. There's confusion. It's obvious. He keeps his hands from grasping at the sword at his side. It's a battle, much like everything else.

Everything here was-- new. (His Not-Life has all been "new", Ashitaka thinks grimly, planting himself and straining his ears for an answer from the invisible things who keep him lost.) He wishes for the Kodama and their teasing instead of this reproachful silence. He hears other persons coming and going, and doors closing and opening (some of which he had already tried and which had led him... here) and the next time he speaks to the nothingness of the air, Ashitaka's voice might be a little... strained.] Do you understand?!

[The answer, of course, is No. He's shouting at the air, for heaven's sake, but magic has always had a source and war sometimes does this to people: it makes them not think straight, not entirely.

He's been working on it.]

↠ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ

[On one attempt to make sense of the stone temple he'd been placed in, after a short-lived rush to secure Yakul inside a spacious-enough room (sorry bud love ya bud) to forbid the lame thing from following him like the dog Ashitaka is oftentimes convinced he truly is, one door led to-- this arena. Ashitaka could hear speculations and wagering from the audience of monsters before he took in every sight, and just as his instincts kicked in to unsheathe his sword there was a card in the palm of his hand. The King looked different from what Ashitaka supposed an Emperor should look like, but the idea hit him all the same. The words on the back of the card only made him balk for a second-

only long enough to learn he wasn't the only poor fool on display.

Concern overrides a snap judgement. Ashitaka stills the hand which grips the hilt of the sword. Looks towards his companion, his words genuine.] Which role do you play? I would rather not fight.

↠ ↠ ↠

[Wildcard me! Meet a Red Elk who got bored of waiting in a cramped little room and decided to roam around; tell Ashitaka that sawing off that wristband is really unnecessary; show him it's actually okay to enjoy the sweets and teas; have fun!]

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