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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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Arrival

(I wish for more power.

That was all he asked for. It's as vague a wish as can be and yet, he didn't care. It's a vague desire and as long as he gets what he wants, he doesn't care. Vergil knows that what he's after will come at a heavy cost; he'd long since embraced his demonic heritage.

Though he hadn't expected the wish and ensuing transport to this new town to rob him of his own demonic heritage, a fact that deepens his scowl. One of the consequences of the contract, he supposes; one he's not happy with, but he will manage. Vergil ignores all of the native inhabitants of this new town; he doubts they'll give him answers to any of his questions. Instead, he walks past them, his Soul Gem held in his fist as he pushes through the crowd. Perhaps you're one of the ones he pushes past...or perhaps you'll bump into him? Either way, his cold stare make it clear that he's probably not the best for conversation.)

After the battle

The nightmare has been slain without much trouble. His fellow magi proved to be useful and didn't get in his way, both of which he can't complain about. Vergil ends this battle with just as much poise as he started it with, his katana smoothly returning to its sheath and his sheath to his side. His skill with a blade is almost frightening, as is his strength and lack of hesitation. This clearly wasn't his first battle. He shoots a glance towards his comrades.)

I suppose you're not completely useless.

(Sorry, pal; that's as close to praise as it gets with this guy.)

Wildcard: The Library

(A location Vergil knows he can trust. He can enjoy a good book and any place with a collection of them will immediately gain his interest. The otherwise stern-faced man focuses himself on the book in his hand, eyes scanning its pages. It's immediately shut closed afterwards and returned to its place on the shelf, his expression unchanged and unimpressed. His hand picks up another book and is read just as thoroughly as the first, as if he's looking for something. The second book yields greater results, his interest perking slightly as his eyes meet a familiar passage. He hadn't expected any of these books to be familiar, let alone fill him with a sense of deja vu.

The legend of Sparda...)

Edited 2015-11-30 08:25 (UTC)

Nyeh heh heh! Thank you!

[The skeleton just proudly puffs his chest out, striking as heroic a pose as he can muster. How could they have not succeeded, after all, when there were such cool people here?]

I, the Great Papyrus, will always be here to assist when there is trouble...troubling about!

(...Yeah, if there was ever any doubt before, this clears it away completely. This guy is an idiot. Competent, but an idiot. Almost like someone he knows...

Vergil's sword is sheathed and returned to his side.)

Then perhaps neither of us will get too bored.

Bored? Oh, I couldn't get bored this place is too exciting!

[That's not sarcasm. That is 100% pure sincerity when Papyrus says it.]

(It's clear that the two have very different interpretations of what's exciting and what isn't. That's fine, Papyrus; just...don't drag Vergil into any of those shenanigans.)

I am not as drawn to this place as you are, it seems. I am only here for one purpose.

Oh! Well, I have one purpose too!

I doubt it matches my own.

Really? Maybe not!

It'd be neat if there could be two people who were the greatest though!

Only one can be the greatest and the strongest. I will obtain more power and I won't let anyone stand in my way.

Only one?

[Well that really is a little bit of a problem then! Give him a moment.]

Well, what about this then! What if I was the strongest one week, and you could be strongest the next! That way we could both be the strongest!

[There. Problem solved.]

...

(...)

...You're serious about that.

Of course!

The Great Papyrus is the definition of serious business! All his business is dealt with in a serious manner!

[Strangely enough, this obviously wasn't the child's first battle either. She was clearly not only well trained in martial arts, but also not afraid of the seriousness of the fight. She'd fought with her bare hands and a sense of confidence...that breaks into a grin as the thing went down.]

Now if only Uncle Jackie would get that.

(Still very rough around the edges, but her potential is there. Plus, she followed the golden rules of not getting in his way or slowing him down.

Like he said: not completely useless.)

You have room for improvement.

[She's a kid, a bit of roughness is to be expected. Maybe she'll grow out of the worst of it?]

Yeah yeah, always room to get better, no such thing as too much practice. But come on, I totally helped kick butt!

(There's time and room to grow out of it. Whether or not she will remains to be seen.)

We're both standing, aren't we?

(The real challenge is getting him to offer a direct compliment instead of...that.)

Yeah, that much is kinda obvious. Do you always just comment on what people already know?

If they already know it, it wouldn't need commentary.

("Yes Jade, you helped me out in that fight and I appreciate the support." That's all he needs to say.

Except he doesn't.)