Test Drive Meme

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Test Drive Meme

Prompts Arrival: So you've just arrived in Nyoi-Cho. Congratulations! You must be so excited about having your wish granted. Or maybe you're upset that the result wasn't quite what you expected? If that's the case, then that's too bad! There are no take backs and no redoes, so you're stuck with what you have! Maybe you should have been more careful about how you worded that wish... Oh well. There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle! Maybe one of the townspeople can help you out. Only... they're acting a bit strangely, aren't they? They're all too happy to show you around, but there's something unsettling about the way they're behaving. Almost cheerfully dissonant. Any questions about the history of the town are met with blank stares and brief silence, before they plaster a smile onto their faces and change the subject. Any attempts to tell them about your duties as a magi or anything else that relates to the magical will get similar reactions. Isn't there anyone normal here that you can talk to at all? Home Improvement: The houses that the magi are given access to really are something, aren't they? There's almost no limit to what they can do! Why don't you create the house of your dreams, or maybe recreate and relive your favorite childhood scenes? Invite some spectators over to marvel! A Corrupted Soul Gem: You neglected to take care of your soul gem, and now you don't feel quite yourself anymore. You feel like you're losing your sense of self - all you seem to be able to focus on is your old regrets and past failures. What's happening to you? A Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Witch, and you fought valiantly. For your efforts, you've been awarded a grief seed - and with it, access to a brand new power! What sort of power did you get? Is it a useful one, or is it not so useful? Maybe you've mastered it beautifully, and now you're showing off to all of your friends. Maybe you're having a hard time keeping it under wraps, and now you're wreaking havoc across the town without meaning to! A Dreadful Nightmare: You had an absolutely horrid day. As you drift off to sleep, your mind dwells on all the injustices you've had to endure. In response, your bed swallows you up, and your room shifts into a horrific Nightmarescape. What sort of Nightmare are you? What kind of Nightmarescape do you create? Hopefully your fellow magi can stop you before you cause too much damage! Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt!

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Corrupted Soul Gem

[rabbitscoughmed]

Um...

[Irisu sets down her shopping bag. Her stay in this realm honed her instincts enough to give her a sense of wariness in the presence of overwhelming negativity. But, ah... Was she the only one here available to talk to this kid?

They may regret it soon enough if she doesn't. And she doesn't want the responsibility of that blame on her. Not at all.

The reclusive girl approaches and musters up courage in her soft, quiet voice.]

... Please don't blame yourself. I'm sure you did everything you could.

[Vague. Vague, vague. What was she even addressing? Troublesome. This was so troublesome.]

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[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey stops punching the glass just enough to turn and face Irisu. And scowl. Who does she think she is. She doesn't know a damn thing about him or what's happened.]

You don't know that. You don't know anything. So why don't you back off?

[rabbitscoughmed]

[What a complete and total brat. Instincts tell her to just quiet up and leave the pig-like boy to wallow in his own anger, but that's not how things are done around here. It's such a pain.

Irisu closes her eyes and holds back her own anger. She opens them as she steps forward to try and give diffusing the situation another shot.]

I could, if punching that window is actually making you feel any better.

[Her red eyes shift, looking down at her side.]

Hurting yourself is an odd way of doing that.

[ceasetoexist]

[The sixteen year old just huffs, snorting in derision.]

Guess what. It is.

Yeah. I'm an odd guy. So how about you back off.

[rabbitscoughmed]

[Predictable.

She motions slowly toward him, at this point too persistent to give it up just like that. Irisu will proceed if only to defy Pokey's calls to get out of his face.]

People have called me an odd girl too. Lots of times.

[She stretches out an arm and tries standing between Pokey and the glass window as much as she could.]

Maybe we can share how odd we are. Without hurting ourselves.

[Now that was indescribably odd right there. Anything to get this kid to finally stop hurting himself. She knew she couldn't in good conscience leave without thinking back on this. So maybe. Hopefully.

She can do something about it.]

[ceasetoexist]

Yeah sure, let's have a chat.

[The teenager jams his hands in his pockets, head cast down. This weirdo wants to talk? Oh, you better believe they can talk. Has he got a topic for her.]

Sure, let's talk about an odd topic!

Like how many people have you killed?

[rabbitscoughmed]

[After having come to terms with the truth, it hasn't been easy for her to deal with it. Her wish had been nulled and wasted and those closest to her had to fight her negativity manifested. There's no point in lying about it anymore. She did enough of that to herself.]

... Three.

[ceasetoexist]

That's reasonable.

Probably a few dozen, by now, on my part.

[rabbitscoughmed]

[A dozen? Surely they all couldn't have upset you.]

Um... How many of them... were your friends?

[ceasetoexist]

...Heh. Of the dozens I left behind? All except two.

They're gone now. Absolutely. And that's my fault.