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Test Drive 01

TEST DRIVE

Hello, and welcome to the first Pluviosa Test Drive!

Rather than a series of prompts that are set after arrival to the game, this Test Drive is instead more of a soft open for the game. That is to say, not only are Test Drive threads game canon, but the Test Drive should be regarded as the "start" of the game chronologically and contains arrival-related events and information.

Or lack of information, as the case in fact is, because there is no greeting party waiting to reassure characters that everything is fine back in their worlds and that they'll get to go home again. (On the flip side, there's no one telling them that their worlds have been destroyed, either.) There is only the ship, the things inside it, the raging storm outside, and what characters can figure out for themselves.

It is advised that potential players familiarize themselves with the Premise page, the Rules/Session Zero page, and at least the first few paragraphs of the Setting page. As Pluviosa is a horror game, we especially encourage players to be aware of the content warnings that will be major themes of the game.

ARRIVAL

(cw: minor blood, visions, storm weather)

The first thing you become aware of is the sound of dripping. Your mind is fogged, as though woken from the wrong part of your sleep cycle. In your daze, you're convinced that the sound of dripping is blood. Yours? Someone else's? You can't be sure. It's dripping from somewhere. It's your fault, whichever it is.

Good. One way or another, you'll be free of this nightmare -


And then, in response to the sound of a crack of thunder outside, clarity returns.

Characters come around as though disturbed from a deep sleep. Once they have shaken off the (vision? impression?) of blood, they will find that the dripping sound, at least, was real. Fortunately, it's only water - rainwater, more than likely, judging from the occasional booms of thunder and flashes of lightning overhead. One hell of a storm, quite possibly the worst characters have ever experienced, is raging outside.

Outside where? Well, outside the ship, of course.

As a general rule, characters wake up in a random room of the first level of the ship below the main decks. Theoretically, this should be a relatively safe, dry place - but with the age of the ship, its state of disrepair, and the number of plants above that have dug their roots into the deck above, leaks are plentiful. Thus, the sound of dripping water is a constant even in enclosed areas - and, of course, the outside of the ship is being pounded by rain in shimmering sheets, adding to the cacophony of noise accented by the thunder.

Even the protective bubble over the deck itself and the balconies of the rooms is having trouble working to keep the rain out - the rain isn't terrifying hurricane levels, but it is steady and water floods steadily down the stairs and over the edges of the gap down the center of the ship. The worst of the wind, too, has been kept out, but occasional gusts send ripples through the rain.

There is no power inside the ship right now and barely any light besides the flash of lightning - although characters may arrive while it is nominally day, the clouds stretching from horizon to horizon have blocked out the sun almost completely. The motion of the ship is also far worse than usual due to the storm winds - it's easy to believe that you are in fact at sea, unless you manage to get close enough to the exterior windows or balconies to be able to see the ship's legs in motion through the cascade of water that runs down the exterior.


SEEING IS BELIEVING

(cw: hallucinations, thinking things that are real are hallucinations)

In the dark, you have to rely on your other senses - hearing, sound, smell. Smell is giving you the best information to start out with - rain, of course, but also mildew, plants, and old metal. (Is that a whiff of blood at the bottom? No, it's because of that bad dream you had messing with your head.)

No one comes to greet you. No one comes to find you. Instinctively, you know - no one is coming. You'll have to save yourself.


Characters will be fully convinced that they are alone until they actually run into another character. Even things that seem like they should be indicative of another person's presence, such as hearing voices or seeing someone shine a light down a hallway - your character will be convinced that that is just a hallucination until they can definitely lay eyes on another person, hear their voice clearly (ie: not half-drowned-out by the rain) or otherwise be certain of their presence.

That isn't to say that hallucinations aren't occurring. All characters, but especially those who are alone, will periodically hear murmuring voices, smell blood, smoke, and other scents reminiscent of destruction, and see what appear to be the flashes of flashlights, flickering lightbulbs, and the shadows of people walking around. These hallucinations fade in and out in intensity, but they always clear up for at least a little while when a character notices the sound of thunder. Given that the thunder is very frequent during the storm (every few minutes), most hallucinations won't last for long.

For most characters, the voices will be unintelligible murmurs. However, if your character has experienced an event of mass destruction at some point in their life (apocalypse or near-apocalypse, destruction of a city, volcano eruption, being the only survivor of a town that was slaughtered, etc), or has a connection to the dead, they will be able to pick out that the voices of the hallucinations are talking about either attempting to rescue people from something similar (eg: a distant voice shouting "there's someone still alive over here!") or, alternately, talking about how everything is lost, everyone is doomed now, etc. They may hear one type of voice or both at different times, at player discretion.


TO RUN ITS COURSE

(cw: dead loved ones, hallucinations/delusions, violence, potential death. THIS PROMPT CONTAINS PVP OPTIONS.)

You're not supposed to be alone. There was someone with you, only a few hours or years or minutes or lifetimes ago. You weren't always alone, and you have to find them.

You'll find them. You do. But not in any kind of condition to keep you company. This lump of flesh is empty now. The plants are already growing over it, reclaiming it. There's blood in the soil, and there's the sound of someone else coming up behind you.

Someone is coming. You'll have to save yourself.


There are various heaps of organic debris that characters can stumble across when wandering around in the dark - piled up leaves, rotted plants, heaps of ferns, moss, and so on. Even solid wood, sometimes - the trunks of small, twisted trees that took root where they might and have grown out from balconies to the exterior or inwards down the jungled crevasse between the two halves of the ship. In the low light, it's easy to literally stumble across them, or mistake them for something else in the brief light of a flash of lightning.

It's the mistaking them for something else that could be a problem. Characters may find themselves absolutely convinced that these heaps of leaves are the body of a loved one - especially if they were wandering around looking for someone in particular. They may or may not accurately perceive leaf cover on the outside of the "body," but unless they dig their hands in enough to be sure of the heap's contents - but who would want to go digging their hands into the body of someone they love? - or they see the shape in clear lighting (which would have to be provided by another character), it will be near impossible to convince them that the pile is just that, and not a corpse.

But that's not the really dangerous part. The dangerous part of all this is that if someone unexpected approaches while the character is in the same room as the 'body,' they may become convinced that the new arrival is responsible for their loved one's death. It doesn't matter how illogical it is on the surface - fear, or rage, or whatever it is that might fuel them will turn on the stranger. And whatever it is that convinces them of this has also turned their fight-or-flight reflex solidly to fight, whether it's for revenge or the last chance at survival for a cornered rat.

Characters so affected will fight until one of the following occurs: If they are led out of sight of the 'body,' they return to their senses (given that they may be inclined to chase the 'perpetrator,' this may be the best non-violent way to resolve the issue). If they are convinced that the 'body' is fake (through physical contact or clear lighting as above), they also return to their senses. And finally, if they kill the 'perpetrator' or are themselves killed or knocked unconscious, the effect ends. In all of these cases, it ends with the sharpness of a rubber band snapped against the skin, and the character is fully aware of their altered mental state and what occurred as a result.

If your character dies as a result of this prompt (and you want that thread to be game canon), please give the mods a heads-up if/when you are accepted into the game. Although this will not count as an 'official' death and will not consume a character's "freebie" revival, there may still be consequences for your character's death.

CONTENTS WORMING

(cw: worms. many worms. not parasitic. just worms.)

It's easy to take a wrong step in the dark. Of course, tripping and falling isn't the worst thing that can happen.

This isn't the worst thing that could happen, either. That doesn't make it any better in the moment - the split-second when the ground erupts and a writhing mass of something slimy doesn't so much crawl out as jump out - but maybe it will make it better later.


You know how worms come writhing up out of the ground during a rainstorm, when the soil is absolutely saturated?

Well, that's true of the soil on the ship as well, except the worms here aren't just common earthworms anymore. They've learned to climb, the slime that they use to wriggle through the soil modified such that they can cause it to turn sticky and squelch their way up walls, ceilings - and anyone they happen to come across. If you step in the wrong place, an entire cluster of them will respond, by clinging to your clothes and body, squirming upwards in a desperate bid to escape the wet soil and the continuous rivulets of water caused by the storm.

Or perhaps you sat down to rest somewhere and felt them creeping - or didn't, until there was suddenly something wet and cold on your bare skin. Or maybe you encountered the worms not through their climbing, but afterwards, when they drop off the ceiling and fall down on your head as the enzyme that renders their slime sticky wears out. However it happens... worms.

Fortunately, they're harmless - aside from being a bit larger than the earthworms a character is likely to be familiar with, and their strange ability to become sticky, these are largely indistinguishable from normal earthworms. Unfortunately, it's hard to tell that in the dark and the wet - this is their native environment, not yours, and anyone would panic at the sensation of worms trying to crawl up them or into dry places in their clothes.

There is an easy solution to this: Because the worms are fleeing the rain in the soil, they won't climb up anything that's just as wet as the dirt they left behind. All a character has to do to become worm-free is get thoroughly soaked, such as by stepping out into the reduced-but-still-pouring rain on a balcony or deck protected by the ship's bubbles. Unfortunately.... Well, then they're wet. And there doesn't seem to be anywhere to dry off any time soon...

FAQ
For information on the general shape and state of the ship, please see the setting page. Please note that mods will not be running investigations during the test drive period.

Q: Do our characters still have their powers/items?

Generally speaking, yes. Characters have their powers intact (with certain exceptions, largely for potential-gamebreak reasons) and whatever items they were carrying at their canonpoints. Please see the FAQ for more details.

Q: My character is dead and/or dying at their canonpoint!

Well... Now they aren't. Specifically, dead characters come back as their most recent 'healthy' state of being (unless they're a type of character that is playable while dead, such as a vampire or a Bleach shinigami, in which case they continue as normal for them); they also arrive already soaked through by the rain, regardless of the location they wake up. Characters who are mortally injured find that their wounds have healed; in place of whatever blood was soaking through their clothes/dripping from their bodies/in their mouth from a Cough of Death, they instead find pure water.

Q: Can my character(s) explore the ship?

Your characters are welcome to explore as much as they're willing and capable of doing in the wet and the rain! However, getting between floors is a challenge in the current weather - with the power off, the elevators do not work, and the stairs are consistently flooded by a cascade of rainwater. However, mods will not be running any official, guided explorations until after game opening.

Q: Is there anywhere dry to rest?

Nowhere is completely dry, but the aft portion of the ship is significantly drier than the middle and fore. The reason for this is that there is a series of partial decks (the residential decks) over roughly the last third of the ship. The rain is fully blocked by the roof overhead, in theory, but in practice the wind and the flooding leave this space only sort of dry. It's possible to find your way here on your own and find some place to sleep that doesn't blow mold spores into your face when you sit down, but it's also darker here, since the lightning's light is also blocked out by the roof.

Q: BATHROOMS?

Unfortunately, the lack of water in the pipes means that the toilets (which can be found relatively intact in most suites, though many are full of standing water) are also not running. Characters get to deal with this issue as they see fit, whether that's using the dilapidated toilets or using a more fertilizer-like strategy.

Q: Is there anything from the game's main info pages that doesn't apply to this Test Drive?

Given that the power is currently off, the Ship (as in the entity) cannot be interacted with on the Test Drive (and characters have no reason to think it's there). Anything else that would require power, such as the elevators or water from the faucets, also does not work.

Q: How long does the storm last?

ICly, it begins to lighten up on the evening of the second day after the first characters wake up, though it is still raining steadily with occasional thunder throughout that night. (Characters will continue to trickle in throughout the duration of the storm, though most arrive before the end of the first day.) The characters will be able to see the sun starting on the third morning - which is also planned to be the game's formal opening, so we won't say more until then!

Q: Do our characters receive anything upon arrival?

Not a thing! Nor do they encounter any kind of informational NPC or anything that gives them a solid idea what's going on. The only exception to this is that all characters experience the dripping-blood related vision/dream/impression detailed in the first prompt of the Test Drive. Additionally, characters who have a unique tie to their world (such as Aerith's connection to the Lifestream in FFVII) will be aware that they're not in their own world anymore.

Q: What are our characters eating?

Since the power hasn't come on yet... Whatever they're adventurous and/or knowledgeable enough to find that doesn't kill them! This can include edible plants and limited amounts of things brought from home (please don't have your character bring 99 casseroles even if your game's inventory system allows it), but mods are not tracking this specifically. Most characters will be expected to be hungry and unhappy but not literally starving come game open. At least there's plenty of water.

Q: I have some specific question I need to ask about my specific character on the test drive!

Please post your question in response to the header comment QUESTIONS below!


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[personal profile] aureatefantasia 2024-02-04 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ John bristles, full-body, at the nickname this... being picks. ]

Do not call me that. [ The words distort, as if tearing at the space around him. There's no way he could know, a part of him insists (hopes), and he leans on that, lets it corral the flare of his temper—something that had been punctuated by the sharp snap of fabric and agitated flick and coil of shadowy tendrils that seem entirely too solid, yellow finery. Arthur would have scolded him, or otherwise stepped in, he thinks. Maybe ignored the outburst altogether and talked past him.

Reminds him of fucking Kayne.

John settles, hunches slightly in sour mood, but... Well. He'll redirect.
]

Are they, now. And just who might your audience be?
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[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-04 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. You--got one of those too?" Shang Qinghua swallows, remembering seeing his king warm and empty on the floor, his stomach turning all over again, even knowing that it wasn't real. He really, really wants Mobei-Jun. His voice fails him for a moment with the strength of it.

"Is the storm alive?" Scratch the Queen Mother of Space-Tearing Earthworms, that's definitely scarier! Primordial Sea goes into a mental note, that sounds like interesting worldbuilding. Not just the presence or absence of water affecting strength, but the presence of absence of a specific body of water. Anyway, he doesn't like very large things being angry in his direction! He's not a fan of that!

"Ah, yes. Shang is my family name, and Qinghua my courtesy name. Is... Iudex your personal name?" The combination of sounds is certainly unfamiliar enough to sound western in his original world, he thinks. Not that he was ever terribly good at English, but still!
highjustice: (at a distance)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-02-04 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Neuvillette simply nods in response to the question - he does not seem to particularly want to discuss it, and he imagines that the nervous man before him would not want to dwell on the subject either.

"'Alive,' perhaps or perhaps not. But the element of Hydro has a strong affinity with emotions - tears, for example. I can gain information from water that others would not be able to." Really interesting worldbuilding going on here, the kind that would attract millions of fans debating theories and making a wiki detailing every line of dialogue in the game. "Unfortunately, the rage in this storm overwhelms any other information I might be able to glean."

"'Iudex' is a title, of which 'Chief Justice' is a translation." Neuvillette offers. "Neuvillette is my family name; I am generally not in the habit of giving my personal name to strangers. You may address me by either."
airplaneskyward: (scared)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-04 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Shang Qinghua is not asking shit about who Wet Justice saw dead. And he appreciates not being asked about his! It would be sort of awkward to explain, anyway, even if no one here necessarily has the context to know that a peak lord shouldn't be consorting with demon kings!

Oh god, could Wet Justice read his thoughts if he got water associated with him?! Shang Qinghua makes a mental note in all caps to NEVER CRY ANYWHERE NEAR THIS MAN!!! Even, or perhaps especially, if he's groveling and trying to seem pathetic and not worthy of executing! All thigh-hugging will be tear-free from now on, unless--until he gets home! Anyway, the storm goes down as 'maybe alive, can't rule it out', which is still terrifying!

"Ah! Of course, of course. I am, ah, honored of course to make your acquaintance, Iudex Neuvillette! You seem very--capable!" It's a little intimidating that whoever kidnapped him thought they could take Wet Justice, honestly!
Edited (icon again) 2024-02-04 06:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] highjustice 2024-02-04 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
It seemed like there was some kind of structure towards the back of the ship when I was investigating the deck above. That may be worth looking into.

[As much as he could see it between the rain and the flashes of lightning, at any rate.]

However, I'm afraid I must decline - there is someone else I promised I would make my way back to with a report of my discoveries, and it wouldn't do to leave her waiting too long.
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[personal profile] mamamias 2024-02-04 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ooh, a sense of direction! That's great news!!

But then Neuvillette mentions he left a friend waiting, and Mario nods, suddenly confident and brimming with understanding. Friends are important! Especially those who are waiting on you!!
]

Of course, of course!! Don't leave her waiting - I'll'a be alright on my own! And as soon as I discover anything, I'll do my best to find you and let you know!
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[personal profile] mamamias 2024-02-04 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
Whoops. Too late for that one. "I'll, uh. I'll keep that in mind!"
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[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-04 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though he was originally excited for combat, it doesn't take long for the Wanderer to realize he's at a severe disadvantage here. It seems the monster uses the shadows to its advantage, and this is a very, very dark room. The glow from his outfit and the symbols behind him offers a little reprieve from total darkness, but it's not enough to stop shadow tendrils from sprouting from every corner of the room.

He has to get out of here fast. No sense in letting his pride keep him fighting against a creature he had no chance against. Even in the Abyss, he had better sense than to keep fighting when it was evident he would lose. A broken tool was a useless one, after all.

There are too many shadows along the wall and the floor. The monster is blocking the exit. An opening would have to be made somewhere.

His eyes light up in the same teal glow as his outfit and symbols as he summons a mass of wind energy and compresses it into a powerful vacuum.
]

Know your place, worm!

[ The sphere of energy explodes, raining the room with blades of wind and beams of energy. Hopefully, this will reveal a wall or floor in which he can bust through to escape. ]
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[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-02-04 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alastor patiently waits for Ochako to finish having her little internal breakdown. It's clear on her face -- the paling skin, the distant eyes, the tense body language. He is polite enough not to watch her closely, though. Instead he busies himself with a bit of something stuck to his umbrella.

Once she speaks again, he waves dismissively and turns his attention back to her
] Oh, not to worry. It was a long time ago, it doesn't bother me. As for being trapped... well, I didn't die here, if that's what you're asking. I don't even know where "here" is! Ho ho!
deerlisteners: (and just wait)

[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-02-04 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... oh? What a fascinating response. Who knew that mentioning a color would elicit such a response. He files that away for later. Alastor could tell there was something different about this man -- it seemed they were much closer than it seemed.

Still, he isn't interested in picking a fight (at the moment), so he lets it go.

In response, he simply shrugs
] They are the Audience. That's all. A performer on stage doesn't question the faceless mass in the darkness before them. We just play our roles and await the applause!
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[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-02-04 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Darkness is where Alastor is most at ease. If he is struggling, it doesn't show on his face or in his actions. Ever the consummate actor. The tendrils keep coming, grabbing and slashing. The intent is to rip the man limb from limb.]

My place? Hilarious.

[The blades of wind rain down, and more of the tendrils curl over Alastor to defend him. The ones he defends with seem more solid, oozing green ichor from the damage. The energy rain also finds a weak spot in the floor -- perhaps an area where plant-life had worked its way through a light fixture in the room below or something similar.]
featheradrift: (eyes closed 2)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-04 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He snorts. How disrespectful to speak of the previous Hydro Archon like that. Perhaps him and Neuvillette shared more opinions regarding the Archons than he thought. But evidently, he was displeased with Fontaine's state as well. That's a point in the Iudex's favour. He does care for the people of Fontaine after all. ]

Maybe I'll consider it, once we return.

[ A disadvantage, he says, but then he stills the rain, and well. That is something beyond the capability of most Vision users, he thinks. He has flight, unfettered by constraints, which is already leagues more powerful than other Anemo users, but even he cannot control the wind like Neuvillette can control water. And he hasn't seen a Vision on Neuvillette either, which means this is an innate ability of the man's.

...ah. Perhaps he can hazard a guess as to what Neuvillette might actually be. But there's no point in asking now, not when it's irrelevant to the conversation.
]

Hah. How kind of you to show me mercy. But even unfair fights are valuable experience.

[ He won't push it though. Neuvillette clearly had other things to be concerned about, hence the refusal. ]

For now, I suppose we ought to keep investigating the ship for more clues. It'll be a simple matter for someone like me.
featheradrift: (eyes closed 2)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-04 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's because they're both seemingly out of their element that he's willing to put aside some of his doubt to believe that John is just like him—stranded in a world not his own. It would make more sense, perhaps, that he's not the only one to have been kidnapped here, especially if there is a purpose behind it.

The Wanderer laughs here—this man is not going to like what he says next, he thinks.
]

Would you believe me if I said that I am but a nameless wanderer? I have no home, no purpose, and no destination. If you really want a name.... you're free to give me one. If it isn't particularly stupid, I might accept it.
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-04 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually no.

[He nods and smiles a bit.]

He's one of my two best friends. I raised him... a ghost help raise me. Or at least taught me life lessons.

[Though he had to admit some of those life lessons were not ideal. 'Stab anyone who looks at you funny' was one he discarded almost as soon as he heard it.]
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-04 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
You know what, sure. Whatever works. "Heh. I've never been more of a lights-on person, but I guess everyone needs balance."

There's sun gods as well as darkness gods. The world has its balance. "... Man. I wish these worms would just go away. I'd head back in, but I feel like I"m just going to get more on me."
helborn: (i'm not an anime protag i swear)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-04 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Elemental manipulation isn't a thing most people can do. Mages can, but they're not common at all and tend to hide. Children of the gods are the more common ones who can manipulate elements, but it depends on what their parent is the god of. Like I can see ghosts and manipulate ice, but my mother is a death goddess from a people who live in colder regions in my world."

Naming her wouldn't be helpful here, though it's not like she's the most well-known of the pantheon, either.

"... There's also vampires around, but I have no idea what they can do other than 'live a long time' and 'drain people of blood'."
helborn: (is that what i think it is?)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-04 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"The world is a lot more connected than it used to be. It helps when you have transportation that can go faster than horses or ships."

You're doing great, sweetie. He's proud of you.

"They aren't, no. Most people find the dead scary or gross. Attitudes have shifted in the past few hundred years. Not all the dead bring ghosts, but those with strong enough unfinished business or attachments do."
helborn: (huh wha i didn't do it)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-04 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It could have been a member of his band - but he's been having his doubts in recent years. His father, maybe... but he's more scared of him than protective. And anything that could kill his father could probably give him a hard time, too.]

It can be... hard, sometimes. If you believe in things that are opposed to each other by nature. But hopefully we don't run into someone like that here.

So far everyone's been nice. Nicer than I would have expected, honestly.
featheradrift: (you piss me off)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-05 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. The way this man grovels and simpers before him is so familiar. So much like the worthless Fatui rank and file that he used to have at his beck and call, back when he was a Harbinger. This man seemed worthless too—a simple coward who knew naught of what went on around him, but he knows better than to assume based on appearances.

The way he speaks, and the way he dresses—he's vaguely reminded of Liyue, specifically of the adepti who live in the mountains of the Geo Archon's domain. Perhaps some sort of servant or familiar for one of them?

"Then what do you know?" the drifter asks, standing in place and crossing his arms, tilting his head up just so to appear condescending and dangerous. There's no need to apply any more pressure on the simpering man, he thinks.
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[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-05 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Furina is an impeccable actress, so none of her fear or stress is picked up on by the Wanderer, despite his perceptiveness. Instead, he wonders what Furina, as the Hydro Archon, might have picked up on that Neuvillette hasn't. And this is the question he voices. ]

Have you been able to sense anything from the waters surrounding us, my Lady? The Chief Justice has already told me that the storm is unnatural and full of rage, but I wondered if you would be able to pick up on more.
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[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-05 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ This time he leaps back into the corridor connected to the balcony, never landing back on the ground as he activates his flight midair. The glow of his outfit is obvious in the shadows of the halls. ]

I mentioned your brother because you did. Don't tell me you've already forgotten? Tsk tsk, what poor memory you have. Perhaps it's because of that Electro skill you're using. Must have fried a brain cell or ten dozen, judging by how short a fuse you have. Water and lightning don't mix well, you know? You really ought to go back to school and study your elemental reactions.

[ He's more than ready to dash, knowing how touchy Childe is about his family. The drifter hasn't given the man any satisfactory answers, so there's no way the Harbinger will calm down now. ]
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[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-05 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Shang Qinghua is a very complex coward, thank you! But it does boil down to wanting his skin intact!

"I know, ah, that the worms probably aren't poisonous or aggressive and they don't like water? And the plants probably aren't hallucinogenic, but something else is causing hallucinations?" Shang Qinghua hazards. That's not very useful information. He has built his life around being able to offer useful information. "I know that we're on a ship with legs that appears to have once been used for pleasure cruises? I know that the storm is apparently angry? And that people keep getting separated even when they try not to be? I can try to find out more things for you, honorable master! I have only recently found myself here, and I am still getting my bearings!" He's useful! He can be useful! There aren't other disciples around him to be slaughtered, but this doesn't not remind him of meeting his king, except that Glowy Flying Guy isn't nearly as handsome as Mobei-Jun. He can't help but pour another pointless trickle of energy into the seal that would summon his king if he were anywhere in the same world, at the thought. Mobei-Jun almost certainly wouldn't let someone else kill him! Unless Luo Binghe wanted to, maybe! But Cucumber-bro probably wouldn't let Binghe kill his shidi and fellow transmigrator. Hopefully.
Edited (I forgot he knew the ship had legs. also I forgot I had a thigh hugging icon.) 2024-02-06 01:12 (UTC)
mamamias: Mario grinning at the camera, mid-dance. (Default)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-02-05 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Mario perks up at the sound of his name. Someone he knows? Someone who knows him? The second is more likely, given he doesn't recognize that voice, and... Oh, yeah, sure enough. When Mario turns to look, he doesn't recognize the man either. His human-shaped friends are few and far between, so that just leaves... fans? Someone who knows his reputation???? Hmm.

Mario turns, still on the other side of the railing, and waves. "That's-a me!!"

...it would be kind of rude to have a conversation like this, so Mario hoists himself up on the rail and launches off with gymnastic precision - front tuck flip into a solid landing. He doesn't even, really, consider this showing off.

He already knows he doesnt know the guy, so... "Fancy running into a fan all the way out here!" Mario says. "I didn't think I'd-a see anyone from my world at all!"

Er. He assumes that this dude is from his world, anyway. The outfit seems either formal or outdated, let alone from somewhere Mario hasn't visited in a while, but...
mamamias: Mario nodding with confidence. (let's a go)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-02-05 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Mario shakes her hand in return, his smile welcoming. Mint is a nice name! She seems nice!! She's a fellow adventurer!!!

"I'm Mario! Hey, fancy that, we're both adventurers!"

...he doesn't exactly mean it the way you do, Mint.

aureatefantasia: from Pathfinder; Pallid Mask [placeholder] (entity)

[personal profile] aureatefantasia 2024-02-05 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ John likes exactly nothing of this conversation or situation as it is. There isn't much that could make him like it less.

The answer to his question, however, at least is... It hits up against the wall of frustration, and John can accept it, even if he doesn't care for it, sighing again through his teeth. It isn't as though he'd had his own name when he first awoke, nor did he want to take his own name back when he'd remembered it. So fine. Might as well be like that.
]

No.

[ As to being asked to give a name...? Uh. Hm. The hesitation no doubt ripples through him visibly in the rustle of fabric as it seems to shake itself out of that sense of surprise, the coil of tendrils like the shifting grip of an uncertain hand. But: fine. John drifts to almost pace a few steps (or what might have been steps but for the manner of his movement), considering this nameless wanderer from head to toe and back. ]

A name is a statement of identity. [ He isn't sure if he means it conversationally or not, but he continues. ] It can be falsified or chosen. A wanderer with no purpose or destination... I can give you a moniker in time, but I wouldn't presume to give you a name. [ He'd... picked his own because he'd liked the sound of it. Every mask he as the King had worn came with purpose. ] If that's acceptable.

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