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acatalepsy_ooc2018-08-20 11:54 pm
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test drive meme # 3
 test drive meme #3 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. All you hear is a voice -- light, bubbly, warm, soothing, in your ear: Don't worry, darling. This won't hurt a bit~ ♥ For those who recognize the voice, it will sound a bit strained. Possibly tired. But the moment happens so quickly it's hard to pin down, and once that moment is over, you fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid. It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You think, for half a moment, that a hand is on your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades in comfort, but when you open your eyes, no one is there. 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. Even worse, it looks like the tinier inhabitants of the Forest of the Fey are acting a little cheeky.  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 -- the sprites that reside within the Forest of the Fey seem to be exceptionally active, today, and tricks abound wherever you look. KINGS AND QUEENS.  Typically, the sprites of the Forest of the Fey remain within the protective canopy of the surroundings. However, there seems to be something different in the air, and these little bastards are flitting about and giving out flower crowns to everyone. They are beautifully made, intricate and gloriously decorative, and most people would be happy to adorn one!There's just one problem, though -- they don't come off. No matter how hard you try, those damn flower crowns are stuck on your head, and you cannot remove them no matter how hard you try. Hope you enjoy being a fairy princess for a day. And, if you are alighted with a flower crown, your skin turns the same color as whatever flowers now sit upon your head. A wreath of blue roses? Congratulations, Violet Beauregard -- you're now as blue as a blueberry. The effect wears off in about an hour, and you can remove the flower crown then -- but have fun being every shade of the rainbow as the sprites take their time to torment the new arrivals. BALLOONS FOR EVERYONE.  Normally, there are some animals that wander within the ancient stone buildings of the Temple. Tiny little white bats, sheep that grow on the vine . . . that sort of thing. However, the sprites have elected to add a little bit more flair the Temple, and balloon animals have invaded the living space. Where the sprites got the idea for balloon animals, no one can really be sure -- Astoria seems to think the sprites are waltzing through the spirit realm and seem to have garnered an idea there, whatever that's supposed to mean.So, no matter where you go, there are balloon animals. Little dogs, brightly colored fish, dinosaurs, giraffes . . . except they seem to move, and make noise, and act like their real counterparts. Tiny balloon dogs nip at your heels, balloon fish flicker about in the waters that sprinkle themselves throughout the Forest, and balloon birds float through the skies. Bonus? If you pop them, they explode into (biodegradable) glitter. DECAYED DECADENCE.  Despite the shenanigans from the sprites, however, there seems to be something happening within the Temple that may be cause of concern. Flower crowns and balloon animals aside, there seem to be odd spots of the Temple that suddenly wilt . . . flowers that bend over and wither at a moment's notice, saplings that seem to creak as if suddenly dried from the inside out . . . and it seems, oddly enough, that it happens whenever you, an Arrival, get closer to the wild life. Astoria seems to think that something is wrong . . . perhaps something the Circle members brought back from their last trip. An illness, or something more? Care to poke about and see how far you're willing to take it? Or does your magical gift enable the protection of plant growth? Try out your green thumb and see if you can help. 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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I think you're a foOL. [ thanks, natsume.
He kneels down, not too close to the flower—he doesn't want to make it wilt again—and studies it. It's definitely lively again, how curious... No, what irony it is, that someone so sickly should be able to do this. Well, it's at the cost of himself... Hm. ]
...You seem to be able to transfer your own life into something elSE, bringing it back from whatever death it may have experiENCED. HowevER, it comes at a cost you, in particular, cannot igNORE. [ He glances at Eichi, propping his chin in his hand. ] Is that what you wanted to heAR?
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[He's full of it, but he'll insist on this anyway. Even if he definitely did exhale like that, and even if he's feeling pain and a strange coldness, he smiles like usual, withdrawing his hand from the flower. It stays alive.]
I'm feeling tired, but that's always the case for someone like me. Perhaps it's just that you're not used to the idea of it, but I can push past hardships like these. Ah, but, flowers aren't really dead if they only just wilted, are they?
I saved it from near death. ♪
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The only good thing you've ever done for anyone ELSE.
[ ...that isn't fair to say. He recognizes the importance in what Eichi did, what fine did last year, but that doesn't mean he has to like it, has to like how it was brought about, who it affected.
Far better what Trickstar achieved, with a balance of "having fun" and "having structure". Creativity was nearly killed in its cradle beneath the iron hand of the student council. ]
Have you been doing this for every flower you've come acROSS? How inefficiENT. I thought Senpai was the only one who would waste his energy like THAT, fastidiously attending to one thing at a TIME. [ unless Eichi is winded for some other reason, but he's not stupid enough to think he's going to get a clear answer just by asking. ]
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[In response to that first comment, of course, there's biting passive aggression— but he's too tired to give it as much bite as he wants. He's on his knees, and he's not sure he could get up if he tried, just yet, so he's focusing on breathing, and on smiling like he's fine.]
If you'd really like to know, I've only been testing it out since I discovered I could do this. It seems it requires physical contact, and that if a flower has been wilted for too long, to the point where it truly is dead, then I can't do a thing.
Did you have a better suggestion to curing them all at once?
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No. I am a fortune-teller, not a GOD. Still... [ ...hmm. ] If you perhaps had some sort of empowerment to increase your RANGE, to make it an area-of-effect spell instead of single-tarGET, you would be able to do MORE. HowevER...
[ of course, however. Natsume pauses, dramatic shit he is, and opens his eyes again, shaking his head. ]
I assume it would still put the same amount of strain on YOU, if not greatER. Even for a perfectly healthy person such as mySELF, it would be a dangerous undertaKING.
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[He moves to stand now, and though the motion is smooth and there's no wobbling, it's still clear to see that he's unsteady on his feet. Like his legs might give out at any moment. His breathing is harsh, even if he tries to slow it.]
Even with "magic," not everything can truly be solved. Not every living thing can be saved. Time passes, and these wilted flowers truly die, and I can't even save them all one by one.
Fufu, it's interesting, don't you think? Similarly... [He places a hand over his own chest.] I can do nothing to help myself. It's as if God hates me, even here.
Still, I have to admit that I'm curious. Have you discovered your own ability? I was told that we each have one, here.
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It's vaguely frustrating. He's someone who likes to know as much as possible, after all; to find something unknown within himself isn't... ideal. Understatement, but. He's reticent to ask Eichi for advice on anything too, and his lips twist childishly before he stands up as well.
A little closer, just in case. It wouldn't do for him to fall here, anyway. ] I'll simply figure it out when the time COMES. Like in a video GAME, the magician will discover a new power in the nick of TIME... [ ....... ] Though I would like to discover it sooner, if possiBLE.
[ :T ]
I will correct you on one thing however, Emperor. [ even if that title has no bearing here— ] "Magic" can do absolutely anyTHING. You need only the MEANS.
[ Well, almost anything, but— he turns to the flowers, studying them. Hm. ]
...How did you come upon YOURS. [ it isn't a question so technically he isn't asking for help so— ]
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[But he struggles to stay standing tall, despite himself. If it were someone like Keito or Wataru, he could have some fun with leaning into them just slightly and making them worry, but he doesn't have that trust with Natsume at all. He has no idea if he'd just end up on the ground.
Still, he can think on that question.]
While I wish you wouldn't compare this to a video game, which has no real basis in reality, I'll still do my best to help. Let's see... When I first saw that the flowers and plants were wilting, I was rather upset, you know? At one point, I reached out and touched one of them, and my fingertips glowed and I simply understood what I could do.
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I seE. How fortunate for YOU. [ ...Mmmm. Well, he's a magician; maybe all it takes is casting a spell to activate his own. But what would the words be? What should he say? What, or who, should he cast it on?
He glances at Eichi. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Well, if it doesn't work out, then no one will be the wiser; he generally tends to speak strangely every so often, so it isn't too out of place. And if it does work out... Then he'll have learned what his power is. But how much trial and error would it take...? Maybe he should just do it to the flowers... The ones closest then, spread between them. ]
《Grow strong, and stand tall.》
[ ♪
Though nothing might happen with the flowers, given their inability to hear gim, if Eichi's willing— he'll feel stronger, like his energy's returning mysteriously. This is Natsume's magic: the power of words. Terribly useless on the offensive front but, well, we can't all be fireball-casting mages. ]
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He can't keep quiet about that.]
...Coincidence stops making sense when we're trapped in a world like this, I believe, so it must have been you that helped some of the weight off my shoulders just now.
[Crossing his arms loosely, he bends one at the elbow and touches his fingers to his mouth, amused.] It seems you can't save what you'd like. Instead, your energy went to someone like me. I hope you aren't too disappointed.
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...no, well, it makes sense. He's the one always commenting on how words have meaning, isn't he. Why he has this unfortunate habit he keeps in check. ] I wonder if I could put it to other usES... Be a good boy for once in your LIFE, and allow me to test a few spells on YOU. ♪
[ Natsume, ]
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[His smile is just as sweet, but now he can take a step away from Natsume without worrying about falling, so he does just that.] You'll have to find a guinea pig of your own. If you'd like to show me any magic, I'd expect it to be finished and complete. I won't settle for something still in the working stages.
You're an idol, aren't you? Prepare yourself and show me all that you can do. ♪
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(no, he's never been cruel enough to manage that.)
Natsume shakes his head in reply, not a refusal but more of a motion of "god, really" in essence, and focuses on what's absolutely the most important part of this entire conversation: ]
Magic and science have the same ROOTS, so I think sounding like that is reasonABLE. In ancient tIMES, after all, it was those experimenting with chemicals that were looking for the magiCAL, mystical Philosopher's StoNE.