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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[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.)

[guardimom]

[Toriel does her work quickly and quietly, that thin frown still there.]

There! With any luck, we will be able to recover tonight. My table will be open if you would like to stop for lunch.

[mightmakesright]

(For as proficient as Vergil as in combat, Toriel is equally proficient in her healing. The injury is no longer a concern and Vergil can lift the pressure off of his arm. He lingers in silence as he contemplates her offer. She's always so kind to others, even when they're less than kind to her in return.

Others like Vergil.)

Perhaps, if nothing comes up.

(...)

Are you hurt?

[guardimom]

[Something did nick her leg, but she's quick to hide it with a sweep of her robe.]

It is not of any consequence. I will heal in time, but the others do not heal as quickly.

[mightmakesright]

(Not quick enough to escape Vergil's notice. So an attack connected after all...hnn.)

Any injury will lead to further consequences if left untreated. You know this well, Toriel.

(Yeah he's being a hypocrite right now, but you know.

Gotta look out for yourself, too.)

[guardimom]

[Toriel nods reluctantly.]

I know this. I will tend to it when I am absolutely sure the other magi are well.

[mightmakesright]

Their healer also needs to be well.

(Though it's apparent he can't convince you to look after your own injury. An injury that could've been avoided if he were more capable....

At least it's minor. He pauses, considering.)

I'll have to make sure of that.

(It's unspoken, but if you're gonna go around being the bleeding heart you are, he might as well make sure you finish your rounds.)

[guardimom]

[Toriel nods tersely, doing one last sweep of the area under his watchful eye. When all seems well (she'd mostly covered it all, it only took a minute), she sits, examining the injury and turning her magic on herself.]

I thank you for your concern. I will not allow myself to falter---I have done more than enough of that in this life.

[mightmakesright]

(He's thankful it doesn't last long and that she eventually treats her own wound. Eternally a bleeding heart, it seems...everyone has at least a few personality traits that refuse to change, he supposes.

Vergil turns away from Toriel.)

It wasn't you who faltered in that battle.