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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B again

[drunkle_qrow]

[On the other hand, Qrow here is a front-line fighter if ever there was one. From the very start, the older man had dove in wielding a magically-summoned sword with precision and power that could only come from hard-earned experience.

Unfortunately that experience had brought the responsibility of taking the more dangerous opportunities for attack in place of those less skilled at combat, leaving him with an ugly injury on his left arm. An injury he'd decided to treat the same way he treated everything else. By drinking it away.]

What, this? [He looks over when Toriel approaches him, lowering his flask for a moment and shrugging his injured arm.] Nah, this is nothing. Save it for the kids.

[guardimom]

[Toriel is glad for Qrow's valiant efforts in battle, but she is already reaching for his arm.]

The children are all being cared for. They will not be safe if they lose one of their strongest guardians.

[drunkle_qrow]

Hey, I already know from experience that something like this isn't nearly enough to put me down for good.

[But that hardly seems to matter when she's already got a hold of his arm. He blinks, chuckles and downs another gulp from his ever-present flask.]

'Course I also know there's no arguing with a medic. [A sigh.] Okay, do your thing.

[guardimom]

[She's quick to cast her spell, the golden light sealing the wound after a few moments.]

Thank you for fighting so valiantly for us today. We would not have survived without you.

[drunkle_qrow]

[And just like that, good as new. Despite his earlier protests, he can't really argue with the results. He has to admit, it works better than anything he's found out of a bottle so far.]

Hn. [He grunts at her thanks and the compliment, brushing them both off with a cynical resignation.] Don't talk it up too much. There's just gonna be another fight tomorrow.

[guardimom]

Perhaps, perhaps not. But I am quite practiced at holding out hope in bleak and repetitive situations.

[Toriel just smiles, that isn't odd at all.]

Every job well done is worth celebrating, yes?

[drunkle_qrow]

Heh, now there's a skill I never exactly picked up on.

[He knew people who did though. Once.]

But, what the hell, maybe you're on to something. [He raises his flask, tipping it slightly with a wry smirk.] To living to fight another day.

[Yeah, don't mind him. He's just going to... down the rest of the stuff. He figures Toriel probably isn't the type to partake anyway.]