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souljammed2015-11-29 07:32 pm
soulmods) wrote in souljammed2015-11-29 07:32 pm
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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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But it's more that awkwardly long spiel to say one simple thing that sparks enough familiarity in Gary that has him leaning forward slightly with his brows furrowing.]
Dave?
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He's about to deny it, but in an instant he's himself again - back in his old body, like the one he woke up in had been a shoddy illusion that shattered the moment Gary recognized him.]
Fuck.
[He lets it slip without meaning to. Shit, get it together. Calm down, keep your composure.
AHEM.]
Yo.
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Gary snorts a laugh when he turns back into the Dave he's familiar with, but it's a far from amused one. He shakes his head and turns away, hands clasped together as if trying to articulate his thoughts so they don't come off irrational and erratic.
Unfortunately that's not an actual concern of his.]
Do you think you're funny, Dave? [He turns and points right at him.] Were you trying to mock me or something? To make me look like an idiot?
[Yes this is so obviously a shot at Gary. Clearly.]
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[Just let him think about that for a moment, Gary.]
No??? C'mon, dude, I was legit w--
[Wait, no. No. Can't use the word "worried." That'll make Gary mad again. Well, madder.]
--wondering about the laughter.
[A lame way to finish, but he can't think of anything better that starts with "w" on such short notice.]
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Why didn't you tell me it was you, moron? Honestly, it's like you try to piss me off every chance you get.
[But deep...deep deep deep deep down in the human part of him he locks away because all that crap is for losers, he's glad to see a familiar face. Even if it's one that, so far, has caused him undeniable amounts of stress.
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But man, how does he answer that question? It's not like he can outright tell Gary he sort of wanted to ditch his old identity because he was sick of being himself.]
Maybe I just wanted to see if you'd react any differently if you didn't know it was me you were talking to.
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He huffs out a laugh.]
Oh, you mean like you did?
[Yes he is referring to the first time they met in person and Dave's extreme backpedaling when he realized who he was fighting with.]
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Funnily, the first thing his mind jumps to isn't the mailbox incident. That was mortifying, but no. What jumps to mind is much worse.
That fucking internet post.]
Well, I mean. That was a case where the identity of the guy I was talking to kind of made a major difference, given the topic up for discussion.
[Fuck. He's still so embarrassed.]
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You are a walking embarrassment, Dave.]
Right, of course. But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the first time you and I met.