September / October Test Drive

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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 Day in the Life: Everyday hero by day, magician by night! You've got a busy day ahead of you and no time to waste! Maybe it's school, or maybe it's work, maybe it's both! Being magical doesn't make you exempt from paying those shopping bills! May Day: Uh-oh. This magical girl stuff looked easier on TV. You're in some serious trouble! Or maybe you see someone else who is! It's time to pull up your socks and show them what you have. Be the hero you've always wanted to be, or give in and be that damsel in distress. There's no shame in needing a little help now and then. A Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Nightmare, and you fought valiantly. You even mastered that tricky power of yours! As if in response to your masterful victory, you feel as though you've unlocked a 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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Junko Enoshima | Danganronpa

[fashionablyhopeless]

a. Corrupted Soul Gem

[Most would be terrified to see their soul gem turned black as night, but not Junko. As her very soul beings to corrode she simply looks at the jewel with a sense of awe and excitement, occasionally shaking it and rolling it about in her hand like a child may a small toy.]

b. A successful mission

[For the sake of having beaten a terrifying Nightmare into submission, Junko had suddenly found a strange change in her own aura. Normally others would feel just a little down when around her, but that effect seemed to have been amplified by a good degree, though the effects of the increase in strength was unknown even to Junko. Thus she had to test it, and would prowl the streets looking for her fellow magi while waving and smiling all the way.]

Corrupted Soul Gem

[cyclicalconcept]

Wh--your Gem!

[She's just finished a Nightmare, and now--oh dear. Her Soul Gem is very dangerously blackened.]

Ah, hang on, let me see it...!

b

[airfriends]

[ For her own part, the one on this end was dressed in a depressing, ugly black track suit, which she had felt was the most fitting for a depressingly unattractive and hopeless person like herself. It was while she was making her usual visit to the library that she noticed the amazingly flashy looking other person across the street, with that irritating impish smile of hers. ]

[ Ugh. A goddamn normal. ]

[ Not wanting anything to do with that other girl, she quickens her pace and tries to keep to herself...

If only that was enough to stay away from the Super High School Level Despair. ]

Skyva | Warhammer 40k (Blood and Thunder)

[ork_nob_skyva]

ARRIVAL
[ This is not a good place to be an ork, and an even worse place to be an ork cursed with a stronger sense of self-preservation than normal. ]

[ Everywhere Skyva looks, there are just- humans. Weak, squishy little humans, and they aren't even acting right. No one's scared of him! Not one humie's running or trying to kill him, it's like no one knows he's an ork, and that's absolutely unsettling. ]

[ Worst of all, there's not one proper zoggin' greenskin in sight. At this rate, Skyva would kill for even a grot or a squig- or especially his lucky squig, so Skyva would know that everything would turn out for the best. He can't even make the feeble excuse that his boyz must be muckin' about somewhere. ]

[ He's never been so alone in his short, brutal life, and the thought is terrifying enough to override his homicidal instincts. It's not a good feeling for an ork to have. ]

[ For the moment, until a better idea crosses his mind, Skyva charges at random humans with his choppa raised, roaring half-heartedly as he looks for someone that'll react properly to a multi-ton hulking green space monstrosity trying to murder them. ]


MAY DAY #1
[ Skyva doesn't care that you're in trouble. He doesn't care that his intervention would make life much easier for you, or distract the enemy at a crucial moment, and he doesn't have a single strategic thought in his mind at the moment. ]

[ All he sees is a fight in progress. Bolstered by his magic, the ork reacts the only way he knows how. ]

WAAAAAAUGH!

[ Echoing Skyva's roar, a half-dozen translucent, ork-shaped specters slam into the Nightmare straight-on, axes flashing as they chop into the creature with a single-minded ferocity. They show no regard for anything else- even you, so you'd better move fast, if you want to avoid getting trampled, chopped, or simply bowled aside. ]


MAY DAY#2
[ Skyva's not doing so well. He's overextended himself, facing down the Nightmare and bogged down on two sides by its minions. Skyva's spectral orks are getting picked off one by one, since they're only able to follow the one order they'd been given at their summoning- "GET THE NIGHTMARE!"- and their charge has faltered completely. ]

[ Skyva snarls as another spectral ork fizzles out of existence next to him, and his own strokes begin to slow down as the orkish aura provided by his "boyz" begins dissipating rapidly. ]

Hey! Stop muckin' about! Get back here!!

Arrival

[reluctant_destiny]

[There's a clang as steel hits steel. Pyrrha had felt that strange prickling sensation of being watched and had turned to block with Milo just in time.]

What in th - [Her eyes widened slightly. What was he? Was this a nightmare? No, it didn't look nearly powerful enough from the descriptions she had been given. She hesitates. So far the only living creatures she's seen here have been human too. She hasn't even run into a Faunus.

It does cross her mind that this creature might not be a monster, so she decides to test him.]

You know that yelling when you attack loses you the element of surprise, right?

[If he understands speech, there's a chance he's some other race but not a monster.]

OH SHIT DAN ABNETT FIGHT. MAY DAY #1

[greyerrant]

[ Loken is smashed back, his smaller size now telling as the SPecters surround him, and he is forced the channel the muscle-shredding power that he formerly possessed to keep himself free of those Big Choppas. He halts, and points the screaming chainsword at Skyva. ]

YOU [ He roars. ]

Arrival

[nauticalnightmare]

[Growing up killing massive beasts to feed to an even bigger monster tends to desensitize even a fifteen year old from hulking monstrosities running and screaming like a lunatic.

Or, more accurately, like someone desperately seeking attention. That roar seems to have little to no feeling behind it, and it's not like the guy looks like he has a specific target in mind or anything. And, of fucking course, those weird as fuck humans in this town are acting like there isn't a giant monster running around screaming, just like they didn't seem to realize there was a young aquatic alien in their midsts.

He could ignore it, keep on going and pretend he didn't see anything, but, what the hell? Eridan's bored with nothing better to do.]

Wwhat the fuck are you doin'?

[There's no fear, even if he does keep a good bit of distance between them until he can get a better read on the guy, but there's certainly brow raising and mild bored curiosity in the question.]

Eridan Ampora // Homestuck

[nauticalnightmare]

i. arrival

For all that Eridan still outright refused to believe in such ridiculous notions as magic and miracles, there was one thing that came out of his stint stuck in Death City. Just because it's something unexplainable, doesn't mean it's necessarily magic. BREW, after all, was a work of science, was it not? A device that acted as if magical, but that had been created by someone to serve a specific purpose. Okay, so what if Witches were involved in the making of it? It was still science. Just like how people turning into weapons or developing strange abilities was still science, not magic, as it was DNA traits that lingered in each person and altered them accordingly?

So even as he stared down at that creature from before, made a wish, and became "magical", he'd scoff at the mere implication. It wasn't magic, there was no such thing. Any special powers or abilities the thing could grant clearly had some scientific explanation behind it, likely deeply rooted in each person's psyche, dormant DNA, or some other ridiculous notion. He honestly didn't care for the explanation behind any of this, except for the simple fact that magic is science. A science that no one has been able to come up with an explanation for yet, that's all.

And yet, for all he tried explaining this to the first human that would listen, he learned very quickly it was like talking to a brick wall. If he thought Shibusen and the residents of Death City were strange, even for humans, they were nothing compared to the brainless assholes who ran around this place.

After a while, all that... friendliness had Eridan more on edge and expecting an attack at any moment rather than relaxing him. No one's that fucking nice without having some messed up ulterior motives, and that's for damn sure. So if he's rushing to get away from yet another overly cheerful group of natives, not paying much attention to anything else in his surroundings as all of his focus is directed at making sure they're not trying anything, it's not his fault.


ii. home improvement

At first, Eridan had been absolutely fucking delighted the houses they were provided with were so perfect. They were a hell of an improvement from the shitty studio apartment the last place had left him with, that was for damn sure. And yet, for all he looks forward to going home to read, plan out maps, or just generally dick around alone, there was a problem. He wasn't exactly alone in there, now was he? Sure, he has no issues admitting how much he misses his old moirail, but that doesn't mean he likes seeing a ghost of the guy lingering around his house.

Then why can't he get rid of him? Why does he simply forget he's not supposed to be there? Here he is, having finally invited an actual person over to his house, and he's freezing upon his hand connecting with the soft gold handle of the door. Eridan actually bites his bottom lip in his hesitance, using a shitton of willpower not to just back out and tell his guest nevermind, but. Fuck. He can't run from this.

So it's with a deep breath he opens the door to his rather lavish, yet still smaller than his old shipwreck hive, and walks in. And, of course, there he is. A young boy sitting at a baby grand piano, pausing in his playing to smile over at both him and his guest. "Welcome home, Eridan."

For all he tries to keep his cool, like there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary regarding this particular person looking at him like he's the center of their world, Eridan can't help the slight shaking of his hands before he has to ball them into fists to stop it. "Hey Kaww."

And that's the only acknowledgement he'll give in front of his guest as he pointedly turns away from the boy continuing to play beautiful classical pieces on the piano. A background phantom with calming music. Funny it's doing the exact opposite right now. Normally, he'd be perfectly content to live in his little fantasy world this house creates for him. But when he has a guest over, when the person can see such pathetic weakness that he has to have fake figments of friends so he's not home alone, it's damn near infuriating and humiliating.


iii. wildcard "Mirror Mirror on the wall..."

[The image that appears in the mirrors is a rather bored and agitated prince, idly fiddling with the newest ring in his collection. It's the only one with a soft golden gem instead of the usual pure gold or amethyst studs, and behind that scowl on his face there are hints of curiosity.]

So I got a question for all a you wwho'we been here for a wwhile. Sure, these gem things giwe us the powwer wwe need, but can they resonate with another's to make 'em stronger together instead a being stuck workin' on your fuckin' owwn?

i

[psionichax0r]

The thing with not watching where you're going is that you tend to run into people. Quite literally, in fact. This is how Sollux Captor, who is completely minding his own business, end up sprawled on the sidewalk glaring up at certain purple-blooded troll. He rubs the back of his head, scowling in irritation as he looks up to his assailant. However, at that point any words of frustration he was about to speak die in his throat. There's a flash of familiarity in his eyes as they widen in surprise, before narrowing to something much deadlier. If he were his usual self he'd be flashing red and blue right now, picking himself off the ground and shoving Eridan back onto his own ass. He isn't his usual self any longer, but that doesn't stop the explosive feeling of anger that wells up in his chest.

"You." he spits out, not even referring to the sea-dweller by name. His eyes are red and blue, he's an inch over 6 sweeps, and he's utterly infuriated. "Get off me."

[ceasetoexist]

[Well this is the first world since Mayfield where he's seen this many trolls again, that's for sure. And this one is one he doesn't recognize, either.

That question though. That throws him from a loop. Because shit like that happened at Waverly Bay, but not here. Pokey actually has to think a moment before he can respond to that.]

Seen it other places, but not here. Wouldn't be a bad idea if we could get that to work, but for the most part? We've got what we got except for old fashioned working together. Which, good luck with how worked over most of the people here have been after last month.

STRIDER! BRO STRIDER! IT'S THE REAL GODDAMN BRO STRIDER OH HELL YES!

[eatdavesbabies]

A. Let's Beat our Feet About this Bitch

[His feet are touching the ground and that is a goddamn problem. The fact that he shouldn't be at least ten feet in the air at all times is a fucking cardinal sin. But he doesn't have his rad ass hoverboard, ain't that a bitch? He was just on his way to challenge Dave to a rap contest and eat his bro's baby - cause what the fuck else can a grown man do to help his little bro man up then threaten to eat the child he's about to give birth to - and now he's here in Shitsville like a sad ass turd that rolled in on a scrap of toilet paper. Start itself up a turd family, make it big, and then die in destitution when he ruins his name by getting caught sniffing turd blow of the tits of a chihuahua.

But anyway.

That was when a goddamn cat alien just showed up and asked him if he wanted a wish. He told that cat no, he was Bro Strider and Bro Strider doesn't need any wish bullshit, but he wished that Charles wasn't in Charge anymore anyway. He regrets now he'll never see that series, never see what it could truly be.

Anyway, people.

There's people here on the streets. So, of course, they'd want to be by him, Bro Strider, the greatest man alive, the most loving brother who totally wouldn't fuck his brother up emotionally because he's a weird emotionally repressed manchild himself.

Better get ready whoever you are that's managed to catch Bro's eye. There's a grown man grabbing your shoulders and leapfrogging over you, a puppet firmly lodged in his pants as he just gets up in your personal space.]

Aaaaooww this place is as up to date as a Bennigan's! Trix are for kids but getting interdimensionally kidnapped isn't. Only one way to get out of this and that's to summon Falkor and hope he brings the Street Sharks with him. That's the only way to survive. Top of the Head, I'm on the Set, Do the Impossible, Don't you Wanna Bet?

[And then just as suddenly as he started speaking, he stops. And brings his left hand up to his mouth, cupping it and doing what could liberally be described as 'beatboxing', waving his right hand like a moron in what is supposed to be some kind of rhythm.

C'mon bro, get on this sickass beat.]

B. I'm not doing a second prompt fuck you you make up a prompt for me

A 1/???

[ironicoolly]

What the fuck.

[There are many emotions flooding through Dave's body at the moment.

Of course there's the initial, instinctive surge of horror as a fucking puppet flies overhead and dangerously close to his face. Then the disbelieving outrage once he processes that this douche has a puppet stuffed into his fucking pants, what the actual fuck.

Then he hears the voice.]

[ironicoolly]

[A voice he knows very well; a voice unmistakable to him in its familiarity. A voice he never thought he'd hear again.

He hears the words, but he doesn't process them. He's focused entirely, disbelievingly on that voice.]

god i can't believe i'm playing this completely straight what the fuck is wrong with me

[ironicoolly]

[For a moment, he thinks it must be another cruel trick the town is playing on him. Bro is dead. Dave knows that.

And to hope otherwise... to hope for anything else...

It would be too unbearable when that hope is dashed yet again. It would be like losing his brother all over again.]

GUESS I'VE GOT BRAIN PROBLEMS ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ironicoolly]

[Wait. What the fuck is he thinking??

Already his defensive mechanisms are kicking in, turning his anger and resentment up several notches to prepare for - and engulf - the inevitable disappointment and sorrow that'll come when it really does turn out that he's mistaken.

Just another guy with a voice who sounds remarkably similar to Bro's, and fuck Bro, anyway. Who the hell would ever want to go back to living under his roof again? Who the fuck would ever want to endure the strifes, the puppet-hail, the feeling of always being watched and never truly being able to relax?]

[ironicoolly]

[That's right: fuck Bro.

He never wants to go back to that. He doesn't care that Bro is gone. He doesn't have a single fuck to give about him.

Dave is better off without him.]

6/6 SIGHS just fuck me up

[ironicoolly]

[He almost does a half decent job of convincing himself he absolutely doesn't care that he's about to be horribly wrong when he finally looks in the direction of the voice and finds that, well, he wasn't horribly wrong.

That sure is Bro fucking Strider standing right there, in the flesh.

At once all the anger and resentment he'd tried his damndest to accrue dissipates, replaced by genuine elation.]

Bro.

[God, please be real. Please don't be some asshole mirage sent to fuck with him.

Despite his best efforts to guard himself against that exact type of mindfuckery, his defenses have just been sent painfully crashing to pieces.]

shut up, kid

[noplan]

[ You think he even gives a damn? I mean, maybe the puppet's a little much but this man has a hell of a lot of style! This must be...! ]

So you've finally arrived, Master! I've decided to meet you, just as you asked.

[ also what is this magi stuff idk ]

Yuugi Muto | YGO:DM

[toogoodtoopure]

[arrival]

[Alright, so this wasn't quite what he wanted, but when did anything go his way, really?

Yuugi gives a small sigh and shakes off the still present feeling of distortion. Being a Millennium Item holder, he was no stranger to other dimensions - he had frequent visits to the shadow realm and other magical things to thank for that, not to mention Kaiba technology - but it was...strange, being here on his own. There was no one else inside his own thoughts, and while Yami could be quiet it was rare that he felt like he was alone.

And Yuugi was so, so alone in this world.

He tried to forget about it by conversing with one of the townspeople, and found himself being weirded out by how...cheerful they were. Yuugi knew he himself had a certain personality type, but even this was too much. Politely excusing himself, he pulled away and walked a bit before shaking his head.]

So strange...ah! Excuse me?


[a corrupted soul gem]

[Yuugi was one to, unfortunately, dwell on his failures and not realize he was doing it, but also ignore what it was doing to the outside of his body as well. While he might have appeared to be optimistic on the outside, the observant will notice the gem that sits against his chest looking a bit...different than usual.

His fingers wrap through the chain that his gem sits in, he glances up when he realizes that someone is looking at him strangely, tilting his head.]

Can I help you...?


[wildcard]

[hit me up! apologies for the suck, I'm getting over jetlag]

Arrival

[nauticalnightmare]

[Even for a fifteen year old troll, Eridan' knows he's a bit... stunted in his growth, to say the least. Barely even 5'3" and annoyed as hell by it that he hasn't grown at all lately, his only condolence these days is that he's still taller than Sollux at least. Which isn't saying much, because he's officially a sweep older than the stupid fucking mustard blood and still barely taller.

Still, it's not very often he finds humans that are shorter than him that aren't annoying little wigglers running around being general pains in the ass, so when he sees one and it actually speaks to him, probably without even paying attention to the fact that he's not human and doesn't necessarily look like the friendliest guy with the way he was skulking about town in his cape, scarf and guady as fuck golden rings, it catches him a bit off guard.

Even more so when he realizes it's another Magi, probably one about as new as him, because he lacks that whole creepy as fuck vibe the residents of the town seem to constantly give off. While he could simply ignore him and continue on his way, with important bits of information, Eridan's decided that attempting not to be a total dick to everyone he sees is in his best interest if he doesn't want to accelerate the whole turning into a Nightmare thing.]

Wwhat?

[Rude from most people's point of view, but honestly somewhat of an attempt for Eridan.]

Bro Strider. For Realsies this time | Homestuck

[eatdavesbabies]

A. Home Improvement

[The smart thing would be to actually go out and get a feel for the town. To figure out something that's going on in this place, hell, to at least understand where the fuck he even is. But all things considered, Bro just isn't in the mood aside from setting up his digs. Getting his ass knocked about and losing; that was bad.

Getting impaled by your own sword when your back was to your enemy? That was shameful. That was the epitome of fucking stupid, and he had no goddamn idea where he was off to after that in some spiritual or metaphysical sense or whatever. It hadn't mattered. What mattered was that he had lost. He had fucked up big time in a fight he could have won earlier, and now every goddamn person that mattered was probably going to pay for it.

Logically, what the hell was he supposed to do when his minimalist little cat buddy decided to take a break from whatever fucking cosmic jaunt it had been doing to make him an offer. What human being wouldn't jump at the chance to correct a fuck up on such a literal astronomical level it could actually affect the continuing possibility of existence? It was a good deal. Way too good of a deal, to the point part of him knows whatever he fucked up by dying, he might have just made it worse with whatever deal he cut with this asshole.

Doesn't matter right now. This place is going to be his home for god knows how long. He might as well get it ready and hey. Anyone wants to check out the digs, maybe bring a casserole or some shit for a home warming, they're welcome to. Hell, he's even left the door open, a pile of puppet doormen sitting right in front of the door, dressed in their best.

Those who are brave enough to enter the house will find it's decorations pretty unique. Place looks like the kind of place a single dude in his 30s would live in, if kept a bit neater than you would think. Of course, the mass of posters hung around the place celebrating puppets, let alone the puppets themselves. These are no normal puppets my friends; these are puppets dressed to the nines in only the finest of threads, the premium of gangster apparel. And they are just about everywhere, positioned in only the sweetest poses. They almost look like they demand respect.

But they're just puppets. They can't do anything.

Which doesn't help at all when things start. Happening. Objects in the room seem to move in the blink of an eye from one side to the other. Doors slam shut and open. There's occasionally a blur in the side of your eye, then it's gone.

There's only two solutions: someone is having a piss, or these puppets is haunted. It's hard to tell which is the better.]

B. Public Service Announcement

[Some jackass has set a computer up in front of the mirrors. It's not even hiding it; it's like whoever did it is not only not hiding it, but trying to draw attention to the fact you're looking at a computer over a set of mirrors.

Anyway, that's just a small detail. The bigger detail is the video on the computer.

The video shows a creepy looking puppet in various poses: relaxing at the beach, watching TV on the couch, celebrating it's birthday complete with birthday hat and cake, the list goes on for a minute. All the while, music plays throughout the short clips, with the pictures of the creepy puppet occasionally being cut with a shot of a side view of the puppet. The words "Have you seen this man?" pop on the screen briefly, going back to the sideview shot as the puppet slowly turns its head to look at the viewers, the words "Have you seen this man?" urgently playing across the screen again before going to black.

As the video ends, Bro finally comes out and sits in front of the computer, looking poker faced at the mirrors.

Well. He wants answers.

Have you seen this man?]

B

[ironicoolly]

[Okay, he's kind of slackjawed for the first thirty seconds of that.

Vaguely horrified. Irritated. Then he feels the weirdest goddamn combo of relieved, excited, and happy on top of the mounting horror and irritation, because this is Dirk, right? This has to be Dirk. He's back in town and he decided to put up this weirdass video for the goddamn ironies or some shit, because clearly.

Clearly this is how you let your brother know, "hey I'm not dead in a ditch anywhere, just FYI."

He flips his mirror on, jaw set and ready for some serious interrogating. A "where the hell have you been."

Then Bro's image appears on the mirror, and that's so completely far off from anything he'd been expecting his voice just dies on him.

ERROR: THIS OPERATING SYSTEM HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM AND NEEDS TO RESTART. PLEASE STAND BY.]

Eridan Ampora (Hemostuck AU) // Homestuck

[cromwellsaqua]

a: arrival;

[Anyone familiar with Eridan Ampora may recognize the new troll around, but that doesn't mean he's an exact copy or anything. His clothes are different, for one, way less flashy than anything any other versions of him wear; gone are the bright purple cape and striped pants and scarf, replaced instead with a fahionable jacket, dress shirt, and slacks. His tie is perfectly dimpled, his rings are far less gaudy than the usual spattering of purple gems (with the exception of one, a bright topaz spade that catches the light), and he isn't wearing glasses.

But none of that changes the fact that he's just standing on a street corner, staring as the townsfolk walk by. He knows about other species, of course, given that trolls have conquered tons of other planets, but that's different from actually seeing them in person like this. Excuse him as he gawks.]


b: mayday;

[It wasn't like Eridan wasn't a capable fighter; he'd taken down gangs of trolls before, and sea monsters, all single-handedly. Not that he'd come out of those sorts a fights unscathed, of course, as clearly evidenced by the light scars on his face and arms. But he'd always managed to come out alive, in the end, and that was what really mattered, right?

But that didn't mean that it was a good idea for him to do what he's doing now, which is trying to fight an entire group of whatever sort of very creative and very handwaved enemies are around in this battle, all on his lonesome. Given how severely outnumbered he is he's actually doing pretty well, but that doesn't mean he's winning, by any definition of the word. He's covered in blood, both his own purple and that of the monsters, and he has a dangerous gleam in his eye as he slices them up. But anyone watching him can see he's starting to do poorly, stumbling and taking more damage as he tries to fight them on his own.

Help him before he gets himself killed?]

c: something else;

[Any other way you want to encounter him?]

a

[psionichax0r]

[Holy fucking shit. Does the universe hate him this much. Does he really need to run into Eridan Fucking Ampora at every single turn? Needless to say Sollux isn't happy when he spots Eridan. He frowns for a moment, before trying to just sneak by unknown.]

The Major | Hellsing

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

A. Arrival

[Now, wasn't this a quaint little battlefield.

The war in London had been wonderful. He'd been proud that it might have been his last campaign, the last time he might watch as the battered pavement was made rain-slick with blood, that the only sound that could be heard above the gunfire was the piercing cries of mothers in anguish and pain as they watched their children torn apart before they themselves passed on. Oh. It had not just been good; it had been a wonderful war. He was quite content to die there, to move on to whatever great adventure or punishment awaited him beyond the veil of death.

But when given the chance to wage another war, to wish that he might spread war wherever he would go...well. How could he resist.

The Major supposes some would find the town charming. As he wonders the town, smile on his face as he observes, he supposes he would simply call it quaint. A darling little trove of darling, mindless little drones - even more than most people - who seemed as if they would be utterly helpless once the threat of violence were to come about. A town without soldiers for the most part, from how it appeared. A pity.

Of course. Then he notices you. And how you seem a bit different from the rest of the people in this town. Finally, maybe, some answers. Some conversation.]

Yes, hello my friend! Excuse me!

[His voice is polite, pleasant, and he smiles constantly. He's an odd looking, plump little man for sure, not reaching above 5'3"-5'4" in stature.]

I'm afraid that I've just arrived in town! I've been talking with the townsfolk here but [a small chuckle] unfortunately, they've been quite lacking in actual explanation. I was certain I wouldn't be the only one here to go to battle. Perhaps you could tell me more about what's been happening.

B. Mayday

[This is quite a predicament, isn't it?

As much as the surge of battle thrilled him, the Major had never been much of a fighter. He was always at the back, to direct and command his men rather than put himself into the thick of the fray, as much at times as he wished he could, just to experience it so closely. To even fight two familiars at the moment was a bit much for him.

It doesn't help that he seems to be terrible with his given weapon, a handgun. He fires at each familiar, missing each time. They're slow creatures too; a halfway decent shot would actually manage to get one, but apparently he can't even manage that. After maybe a dozen or so shots, he finally manages to clip one of them. And laughs.]

Ha! I hit one!

[Well. He seems to take joy in that little success, at least.]

Mikleo | Tales of Zestiria

[touchy_feeleo]

[ A Corrupted Soul Gem ]

[Coming back from losing his memories as a Magi was a weird sensation, especially considering that he's been on the other end of this before. He had to wonder how many people worried about him when he was like that. Taking on nightmares by himself was probably not the best way to jump back into things, but there he was. He couldn't help but feel worse and worse as time went on.

Maybe he's been ignoring his soul gem with his passive ability to slight resistance to corruption for too long? Either way, he didn't feel that great and he should have known better. Hasn't he been down this path before? Still, with both Sorey and Edna losing their memories again, he didn't really bother with being as concerned about it as he was before. This time he knew why they didn't remember him (or each other for the matter).

No. He was just... going to pretend that things were fine, despite clearly not being in any shape to overextend himself further.]

Am I.. always going to lose the people I care about...? [He's a little preoccupied.]

[ Home Improvement ]

[Ever since returning, his house is still replicating of his best friend's home. That was... a little hard to deal with right now, but he doesn't seem to have too many emotions this time around. He's too busy trying to convince himself that he's okay. But considering that his house changes on his own whim, he's trying to change things up. Too bad he hasn't really had much experience to other homes to know what he even wants though.

Door left open to let in some fresh air, anyone nearby will be able to see the interior change from time to time, only to change back. Please help the boy.]

[ Wildcard ]
[OOC: Feel free to start anything else!]

[ Home Improvement ]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid really isn't in a helping kind of condition as he stumbles back in the direction of his home. At least, he thinks that is where his feet are taking him. His real home, not the one that has apparently been his 'pretend' home for...how long?

How long has he been...normal? Abnormal? Native? Whatever it is called.

Was this his punishment for not playing the game the way it was suppose to be played? Take away everything he has fought for and see if he decides he has wishes then?

No! He isn't going to let whoever is behind all of this play him like that! He won't let the--

It is the shifting motion through Mikleo's open door that draws him out of his thoughts. Wait...Mikleo's house is back. Does that mean...

Breath held tight in his chest, Diarmuid dashes toward the open doorway.]

Mikleo!

karamatsu matsuno | osomatsu-san

[noplan]

arrival

[ And before you knew it, a wind has blown into town.

A somewhat familiar looking man has just entered the town, not exactly remembering how he got here, but remembering the conversation and the wish he had made. Though he was concerned about being so far away from his brothers, distance indeed made the heart grow fonder. They would miss him as well and would no doubt join him, once he had carved out his niche as a fresh magi.

Karamatsu's been observing his brand new surroundings with a smirk on his face, sun gleaming off of his sunglasses. While he was thrown off immediately by how welcoming the locals were, he got that familiar feeling once he brought up that he was there to become the town's new hero and ascend to heights no magi has ever reached before. Immediately, the townspeople went on about their day.

That doesn't stop him from doing the same thing over and over again, until he finally scopes someone else... someone who might know what he's talking about. ]

You there, wait one second.

[ Can you hear the whistling in the air? He smirks and gives out a chuckle. ]

Heh. So it seems that I'm not alone in my crusade. That look in your eyes, you must be the one I've been waiting for all this time.

[ He's done this like six times now, and he's hoping THIS time... ]

yup i'm going to do this in the test drive. MIRRORS.

[ Now that he's adjusted, Karamatsu can begin doing what he set out to do. Which was... really, absolutely nothing. Even more than usual, having No Plans worked in his favor. There was no reason for him to work, his house provided everything he needed. He could clean with magic, and spawn different kinds of outfits to try on. Granted, he's once or twice left the house only to wind up in his sparkling undies, but never mind that.

The best thing he's been able to suss since arriving is that the mirrors can actually broadcast things around the town. This hasn't gotten too embarrassing surprisingly, until now, late at night. Karamatsu appears on what appears to be a full length mirror, loads of shiny and gaudy decorations around him. He's sitting in a chair, holding a guitar and wearing a white suit that looks like it had been swimming in glitter before he put it on. Once he's ready, he addresses the crowd. ]

Can you hear me, Nyoi-cho? Welcome to Karamatsu's Nightside Musicale. For the next three hours, I'll be dazzling you with the greatest hits a man like me can sing. Heh, to think that I'm not charging for something like this... truly, I'm a man without a care.

[ Please agree with him. ]

I'll be playing popular songs like I Love You, My Sunshine, Our Lonely Hearts, and Second To One. But first, I'd like to take requests. Tell me, how can I service you, my audience?

may day

[ It was time to get to work, and while he might be one sextuplet working alone, he knew he could definitely make up for the other five's absence. After all, he was chosen! The confidence on his face as he strolled into the Nightmare, an exceedingly flashy costume that i have not decided on yet beaming so brightly it threatened to cause a disturbance, he went in to face his destiny.

It took him about two minutes before he found himself cornered.

Karamatsu's weapon isn't drawn, and even though of course he's scared holy shit why are there so many familiars and why are they all looking at him he doesn't try to break his facade. With a face that looks like he's threatening to cry, he tries to keep his calm and cool demeanor. ]

Villains, you dare push me into this corner? Heh, a pinch like this... you'll only make it worse when I pinch ba--Aaaaaah!

[ One familiar decides to launch itself directly at Karamatsu's head, causing him to duck. Luckily, it gives him just the opening he needs to immediately dash through, running and screaming. Scary! Way too scary! Why didn't anyone tell him it would be this scary?! ]

Junko Enoshima | Danganronpa

[fashionablyhopeless]

A. [Junko was the very model of a well dressed girl and walked the streets of the city in a confidence few humans could hold save for in parody. But still, she looked lost, as despite her view of the world, she was still human and, like any human, needed to find out exactly where she was and should be going.

So with a smile she she ask gleefully of the next passerby what was up.]

Hey! Could you do me a little favor and tell me exactly where I am? I just made some kind of contract with a rabbit-cat thing and now I'm a little lost.

B

[Junko had taken to working at a local clothing boutique to allow herself a little bit of the excess her life back home afforded her. She behind the store's front desk with a a wide smile on her face and would wave at anyone who came to the tune of the chime of the front door's jingling bell.]

Hey, welcome! How can I help you?

A

[coneyislandcrazy]

[Oh hey! A chance for Harley to do some good in the world!]

Well hello there newbie! The names Harley Quinn! Welcome to your new home away from home called Nyoi-cho!

It's a sleepy little community mostly split between the locals who are barely aware of the world around em, and us magical gals!

Oh and boys too of course.