Test Drive Meme

[soulmods]

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

Toriel | Undertale

[guardimom]

a. arrival

[There is a rather tall goat-like woman walking the streets in a royal-purple dress, politely greeting everyone she passes. The humans are not hostile, but they are also not very interested. How peculiar. When someone does seem to really notice her, she's a little too relieved.]

Hello! I am a new guardian of this town, and I hope I can be of assistance to you!

b. after the battle

[Toriel's role in combat is clear. She stands tall in her billowing embroidered robes, wooden staff in her hand, and all of her magic is focused around a single goal: protection. She shields with her strength, and after a battle she fusses over all her companions.]

You are injured! Here, please sit. These nightmares are becoming more and more dangerous...

[Arguing won't help much. You're getting mothered no matter how big and strong you are, sorry.]

c. wildcard!: Feel free to meet her anywhere else!

arrival

[scratched_disk]

[ ...!?
Ramza is on guard. What is that. What is it. He is tense and feels his hands trembling - the last large goat monster he battled was very bad okay.

But with her words, he gives a slight huff. ]
And I am a knight. How am I to know you will not attack us?

[guardimom]

[She tenses slightly, but she must not allow old prejudice to prevail.]

We will never be free to enjoy the benefits of our wishes if we attack each other and fail to protect this town, will we? I do not enjoy violence, but even if I did, it would be counterproductive.

[scratched_disk]

...
[ He doesn't even have his sword here - he'd not be able to fight. His expression still blank - he still looks not a day over 16 - he gives a slight shake of his head. ]
Yes. Our duty is not to ourselves - injury when not training or battling would be bad for our charges.

[ ... ]

[ ...... ]

I am used to fighting those who do not look Human. I am sorry.

[ And he bows. ]

[guardimom]

It is all right. Monsters are also accustomed to facing hostility from humans. It is an old conflict that does us little good in the present, however.

[It's clear in her smile that she doesn't hold this against him.]

My name is Toriel, by the way.

Battle!

[giacoso]

I-it'll take a lot more than that to bring Sayaka Miki down!

[She's indeed injured, but her musical-themed runes seem to be working overtime towards healing her cuts and scrapes.]

You don't have to waste your magic on me, Toriel. Really, it's fine.

[Though she can't deny she appreciates the protection in combat; she can be pretty reckless out there..!]

[guardimom]

Please allow me---you were on the front lines as always, Sayaka. Your magical reserves could almost certainly use the rest.

[Her healing light's a bright orange, coming out no matter what Sayaka says.]

[giacoso]

Well, I guess I can't deny that...but there's no way I could've gotten some of those hits in without having you as my backup. We make a pretty good team, don't we? I'm really starting to get the hang of this whole magical girl thing..!

[guardimom]

We do! I admit this is not quite the battle situation I am accustomed to, but we fit together like cinnamon and butterscotch.

Battle.

[bonedoggle]

[The young skeleton is sitting in a heap on the floor, trying desperately to catch his breath (let's not get into the whole lack of lungs thing)]

ha-hey, d-don't worry about me, tori.

[Why is he so out of breath? He didn't even really do much compared to everyone else in the battle.]

[guardimom]

I will always worry about my dear friends, Sans.

[She kneels beside him and folds her hand, her golden light warming his bones. She doesn't mind this, she'll just have to work a bit harder to recharge.]

You performed very well today.

[bonedoggle]

nah, i didn't -huff- really do anything.

[The golden light soothes the soreness in his bones. He sits up a little straighter.]

you, though.
you were working yourself -huff- down the bone

[guardimom]

[She laughs brightly but can't resist a gentle rib.]

By your standards, that was a metric skele-ton of effort.

[She digs two carefully wrapped cookies out of her bag---snickerdoodles, a new favorite recipe.]

I am afraid I lack ketchup, but will this help?

b;

[tunedere]

[ Tokiya's magic is similar to Toriel's, at least in its defensive aspect. He's dressed much like a prince, with a jeweled spear as his main weapon. However, he isn't directly on the frontlines - instead he summons crystals into reality, diamond shields deflecting Nightmare spells and shifting to accompany the more offensively-oriented companions. ]

Toriel-san, I will be fine. [ Very few Nightmares manage to get pass his shields, after all. It's just a scratch. ] Please save your magic for someone else.

[guardimom]

Tokiya...

[She gently sits him down and starts on it anyway.]

I understand your concern, but I will not allow injuries to stand. I will be all right.

[tunedere]

[ It's not polite to refuse, especially after Toriel's insistence. She was someone who served the community well, and despite Tokiya's generally distant temperament he can still appreciate that.

So he does, keeping still. While he cannot heal himself, he could at least make the process better. ]

Is there anyone else still around? I can help.

B

[mightmakesright]

(This unlikely pairing has a surprising amount of synchronization. Honestly, Vergil playing well enough with anyone was surprising, but he and Toriel were...functional. He serves as the front liner cutting through all who stand in his way and she supports him the entire time. Not that he needs it; he's a skilled fighter with an intimidating amount of practice.

He got careless. Were he not to protect Toriel, the gash would've been avoided, so he tells himself. Why fight alongside someone who'd slow him down like this? Why fight alongside anyone, for that matter?

She's...useful...

Vergil sheathes his sword with a low grunt, ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm.)

It'll heal on its own.

[guardimom]

[She shakes her head softly, approaching with her light out. Vergil is a strange one, but the world needs them all to stand together.]

You were injured for my sake. Please allow me to rectify this.

[mightmakesright]

I'm fine.

(He grunts, his free hand clutching his injury in a wince of pain. Back home, such an injury wouldn't weigh him down this much. This contract made him weaker. Damn it...of course it made him weaker. There's no substitute for Sparda's power...

Despite his verbal resistance, Vergil doesn't flinch or pull himself away from Toriel.)

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.

Moms unite!

[drinkingmama]

[ Junko notices because it's a goat. Not, like, a real goat, or a person in a costume, but a legitimate, walking, talking, breathing, goat person. Yes, talking cats and magical powers and all - she shouldn't be surprised - but she stares pretty rudely at Toriel, mouth agape for a moment. ]

Uh, um, yeah! Thanks?

Best meguca mom :3

[guardimom]

[Toriel can sense the woman's question, but she handles it with a patient smile.]

You are welcome! I am called Toriel.

[She bows.]

You were not expecting someone like me, were you?

Bestmoms

[drinkingmama]

[ Junko gathers herself up enough to not gawk like an idiot looking at a sideshow, and takes a breath, before bowing. ]

I'm... Kaname Junko. Just call me Junko, that's fine, and...

[ Clearing her throat. ]

Are you a goat?