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September / October Test Drive
 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! |
Skyva | Warhammer 40k (Blood and Thunder)
[ 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
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.]
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[ Then Skyva's tusked jaw clacks shut, and he narrows his eyes in barely concealed anger- he was just insulted, right? He was totally insulted! The ork jabs a finger at the woman- when he speaks, it's guttural and strongly accented, and various words are mangled. ]
An 'umie. A fightin' humie! Where're the rest of you gits hidin', huh!?
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Gits? No one is hiding. [She stays on her guard ready to counter another attack if need be. Then she blinks.] And what's a humie? What are you?
[Maybe that last question was rude, but he's being pretty rude himself.]
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[ Skyva points an accusatory finger at passing NPCs- who are only paying them as much attention as a pair of bickering townspeople, rather than a warrior woman and a monstrous green space alien. ]
Why aren't they screamin' or runnin!? They iz muckin' about!
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The natives are an odd bunch. [She admits this with a bemused smile.] But we aren't the first strange people to arrive here so perhaps they are used to it.
[And they ate oblivious to nightmares as well apparently.] I've never met an 'ork', so forgive me if I came across as rude. Though you did attack me.
OH SHIT DAN ABNETT FIGHT. MAY DAY #1
YOU [ He roars. ]
IT BEGINS
[ This suits Skyva just fine, especially when he's challenged (perhaps again) by the one kind of humie he'd never expected to see in this place. Clad in his warboss regalia- chaotically mismatched and messily decorated, as is typical for his kind- the ork shoulders past his summons, laughing uproariously at the only person here who knows his species for what it truly is. ]
Wot'z da matter, humie? Gettin' krumped by da Nightmare wasn't good enuff for you?
[ His modified choppa unleashes a roar of its own as he points it at Loken, black smoke pouring from its tortured motor. ]
C'mon! I'll smash you good an' propa!
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[ That's before you take magic and his wish into account. Here in the Nightmarescape, with his magic on full blast and the power of the WAAUGH surging through him (however artificial), Skyva is more of a match, especially given their respective handicaps and the ork's reckless willingness to burn magic. Mastercrafted Astartes weaponry meets impossibly cludged-together orkish scrap with a shriek of tortuted metal and a shower of sparks, green fire wreathing Skyva's bulging forearms. ]
Who'z gonna stop me? You??
[ He lashed out wth a free hand, aiming to knock Loken aside. ]
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[ The world may never find out where Space Marine can take his oath, as Skyva falls for the feint and gets smashed right in the face, between the eyes- the weak point of a lot of orks, and this one is no exception. The warboss falls back with a muffled roar of pain, staggered momentarily as he shakes the stars from his vision. ]
Arrival
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.]