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!

Comments

b; if i'm indulging you you have to indulge me

[scentrare]

[Honestly, they'd more or less been thrown together in this fight. Gioia was much less interested in cooperative work than she made herself out to be; other people, untested and untried, so often just served to slow her down. And he was - sloppy. Too aggressive, unsubtle.]

[And patronizing. She looked at him with a deliberately neutral expression for a moment, then bounced on her toes a little - from her position standing on her opponent's neck. Bounce, bounce. Aaand hopping off onto the ground now.]

Apparently not.

seems legit

[voltaceleste]

If you're sure.

[This girl, to put it bluntly, did not screw around. His own style was aggressive and direct; she seemed different and yer not the slightest bit less brutal.]

Thanks for your help.

[scentrare]

[Making brutality look as lovely as dancing: the universal Giovanna way. She didn't even have any bruises, her clothes weren't mussed up, her hair remained perfectly in place . . . in fact, she was looking down with vague disappointment.]

Of course. I was expecting . . . more.

[voltaceleste]

I'm sure that's far from the strongest there is around here. [He tossed the Grief Seed from one hand to another, shrugging his shoulders.] Looking for a challenge, signorina?

[scentrare]

[Her wish was for conquest, and all that was wrapped up in that: victory, violence, vengeance. In turn, she treated this work as a practice run, and as such, facing down weak enemies was a waste of her time. Diavolo was not weak.]

Victory over those who don't provide a challenge means nothing and changes nothing.

[So, fucking yes.]

[voltaceleste]

Doesn't it?

[That sounded like an honest question, Caesar folding his arms as he looked at her. It was true enough that fighting weaker enemies didn't accomplish much, but...]

It must have changed a lot, for anyone that thing could have killed.

[scentrare]

[She regarded the vanquished enemy with a certain level of blankness. His point isn't utterly invalid. Just mostly.]

They'll keep coming. When I'm gone, they'll still be here. At the level of power I'm at now, I won't be able to make this place safe. So while it might change something, it doesn't change nearly enough.