APRIL 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... There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle. Get ready to hit the ground running. 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. Practice makes Perfect: This magi stuff sure looked easier on TV. You don't understand your power and it's frustrating trying to use it in combat when you don't get it. Maybe it's time to just take some time to figure this out. Good thing none of the citizens can see you when you transform! Test out those new skills, cause a little mischief, or be the helping hand someone might need! Fighting Evil by Moonlight: Things aren't as easy as they looked on TV. Nightmares are tough and there's real danger in there. There are victories... but, some are not as clear cut as others. Is today a successful attempt, or are you on your last legs standing up against an enemy far stronger than yourself? Do you forge on ahead, or do you retreat? 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 Dreadful Nightmare: You're wearing yourself down with all this fighting. Your mind is rife with insecurity and fear. 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 hurt someone. Birth of a Witch: You've just learned the terrible truth behind Witches, and it's staring you in the face - someone very close to you has succumbed to despair. In a burst of flame, their corrupted soul gem rearranges itself into a grief seed, completing their transformation. Can you continue to fight on, knowing that this is the ultimate fate of all magi? Moreover, can you bring yourself to raise your weapon against a dear comrade whom you have been fighting alongside for so long? Unending Night: Carrying out a magi's duties has never been easy. Although up until now you've successfully navigated your way through countless nightmarescapes and defeated countless foes, this time you might finally be outmatched. Foe after foe stands before you. There's no end in sight. And with each attack you throw their way, your soul gem seems to grow ever dimmer... A Cruel Choice: The Witch has fallen, and you've been awarded a grief seed for your valiant efforts. Just in time, too! Your soul gem is in desperate need of cleansing. But as you look around you, you realize that you're not the only one whose soul gem is in bad shape. There's absolutely no way you can take care of more than one soul gem with just one grief seed. What will you do? In Fugue: Someone very dear to you has been acting off lately. They spend just a little too much time with the natives of Nyoi-cho, and they seem to resemble themselves less with each passing day. They even seem to be forgetting bits and pieces of their own past, and simple questions on your part lead to them spitting out the same eerie pre-programmed responses that you've grown so accustomed to hearing from the locals. It's clear that they're being assimilated into the town. You wonder how long it'll be before they cease to recognize you completely and the person you once knew them as simply no longer exists. Isn't there a way to slow down or reverse the process at all? Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt!

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Felicia // Darkstalkers

[nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan]

[Arrival ]

Well, this sure wasn't Las Vegas. And it definitely wasn't broadway!

"Um, excuse me? I believe I wished to be a world famous actress, singer and pop idol? Hello?"

The yowling of an angry cat woman is sure to bring some Magi out of their homes as Felicia sighs and starts to prowl down the street exploring. There's a puzzled look on her face as she sniffs and realizes that her senses are duller then usual suddenly.

"I'm starting to think I was tricked."

Hopefully modesty is not your greatest concern because it sure isn't hers. On first glance it appears she's simply glued some fur to her body in strategic locations as an elaborate cosplay. However upon closer examination it's clear it's actually her fur! Non-humans are hardly the strangest thing to appear in this town but mostly naked non-humans not covering themselves up with shells and rainbow mohawks are a little unusual.

___________________________

[Practice makes perfect.]

"Well it wouldn't be my first choice for an outfit but I like the leg room!"

Having finally figured out how to transform, Felicia gives herself a once over admiring the fishnet pattern that has traced its way up the fur on her legs. Spats have formed over her powerful lower paws giving her a feel of class.

Traveling upwards she's wearing what looks to be blue spandex under a black suit jacket and bowtie. The jacket itself sparkles as it's covered in sequins. It cuts off at the shoulders showing off her fur which has become so silky smooth it looks like she's wearing elbow length gloves. Her blue soul gem is attached to her jacket like a boutonniere.

The outfit is completed by a top hat which perches jauntily on her head and a microphone appears which she snags from the air.

"This is my weapon huh? Well...when in Rome."

She takes a deep breath and starts singing into the mic which causes powerful shockwaves radiating in all directions. It's not that her tone is off really (It could use some work) but waves of power are emanating from her causing concussive damage. Someone might wanna stop her!

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[Fighting Evil.]

"Get away get away get AWAY!"

Dashing on all fours such as her catlike nature insists, Felicia just barely avoids getting smashed into paste by a familiar's fist knocking her off her feet and rolling head over heels away. She'd been doing really well against some of the weaker bird shaped familiars but this new one had surprised her in both size and strength.

The familiar is some kind of mechanical monster which so far has reflected all her musical attacks right back at her which becomes instantly apparent the way her outfit is rumpled and torn (Yet still sparkling). The gears inside whirl and click as what appears to be a clockwork knight pulls its fist from the ground and continues stomping towards her.

Felicia scrambles back to her feet and hisses arching as best she can and looking around desperately for somewhere to run but she's quickly getting backed into a corner here and could really use some help!!!

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[Wildcard.]

A flickering Neon sign over the bar was inviting to world weary Magi in need to relax.

Inside the bar music was always playing, sometimes low and soothing other times energizing and loud depending on the night. At the moment there's a piano number giving a mystical feel to the room as you enter and admire the polished wood surfaces and flickering candle lit lounge. A long old fashioned bar appears almost carved from the ground itself to the right of the main entrance, and to the left is a beautiful but small stage with a Microphone and various TV screens showing at the moment fireplaces. When someone opts to sing the TVs change over to music videos, or just the lyrics if needed.

In between those two main points are tables and chairs, sofas and some various tacky decor which clashes with the theme of the room. Toys and statues purchased from shops around town, souvenirs from previous battles. The walls display some portraits of various Magi signed like autographs.

Felicia loves this place and so today you can find her lounging lazily at the bar with a tall glass of milk and some dumplings on a plate.

"HEEEEY Pull up a chair! I've got more dumplings!"

Fighting Evil

[soulflash]

[ The clockwork knight is just about to reach Felicia when there's the shing of a sharp blade cleaving through the air. It takes one last step, but it's quickly evident that something had happened; the top half of the knight separates from the bottom, and both halves clatter to the ground uselessly, revealing the form of the one who dealt such a deadly attack.

A certain succubus pulling her wing back into its normal shape, scarcely having broken into a sweat from the assault. She tilts her head to the side, staring wide eyed at Felicia. ]

Are you alright? You must not be very strong.

wildcard

[dokkans]

[ Generally, good children try to avoid seedy places like bars or nightclubs or anything along those lines. But this place just kind of sprouted up out of nowhere, and being a magi herself, it was only right for her to check it out, right? Of course, the actual truth was that if something suspicious were going to just pop up, she definitely wanted to see what was up.

The ambiance suggested that it didn't feel terrible in any way. It felt familiar to many of the pubs she'd head into to work out smuggling deals in the past. The decor made her giggle a bit, especially when she comes across a picture of herself. Oh, that's cute! She doesn't remember signing it, but it still makes her feel pretty damn important.

A voice calls out to her, and the red-hooded girl tilts her head. Seriously... a catwoman? Here? She'd heard of a few of them being around the world, but didn't expect another Darkstalker to just pop right up.

An instinct says to reach into her basket and take care of business, but she stops herself. Oh no. The last time she did that, things got really bad. Instead, she glances around as if there was someone else nearby, and then points to herself. ]

Oh goodness, do you mean me?

Isamu Nitta | SMT: Nocturne | OTA

[isolatedreason]

Arrival

[Isamu walked the streets of Nyoi-cho with a look of confusion on his face. This was nothing like the world he imagined - literally, this place wasn't created by him at all. Admittedly, he hadn't thought about what it meant to be a Magi, and how that would interfere with his Reason. In fact, agreeing to trade one forsaken world for another with the caveat of having to defend it seems like a stupid idea altogether. However, the promise of power and a wish come true drew him in. What else could he do? He had given up and in one moment of weakness after he had told his friend to leave and do what he wanted, as he was dying, he desperately wished for his circumstances to change. To, "live in my ideal world", he had put it. With the chance for that to come true...for one last shot at making his Reason come to fruition, how could he say no?

And here he was.

Beings that feast on negative emotions...was it like a demon draining Magatsuhi? Isamu passes a window in a shop and spares a glance at his own reflection...faces decorated his body, twisting into various strong emotions. He wonders if he's anymore susceptible to these things because of this, and admittedly he's a little worried about the wondering emotions that decided to attach themselves to his body, for the first time since they appeared.

He'd need more information. But that's it...not help, just information. Isamu steps into the store, having noticed a mirror towards the back, and touches his fingernail to it. Right, that's how this works...he learned that much at least. There were maybe one or two people in the store but they seemed to busy to notice him.

There is now a teenager covered in faces addressing the network. Okay, play it cool.]

Yo. My name's Isamu. I just got here. So, these things we're supposed to be fighting...maybe someone can tell me more about them. Color me curious.

[firstofthefallen]

[You're kidding him.

Of course. Of all the those who wished to create their own world, who wished to burn their Reason into the conscious of the next people, it would have to be the one who deserved it least that arrived here.]

Why don't you go and face them yourself, if you wish to learn.

[whitegirldreads]

[She, uh. She really hopes those are tattoos. She's... kinda doubting it, though.]

Well. What've you got so far?

Jughead Jones | Archie

[needlenosed]

practice makes perfect

[ Jughead has never been one to put too much effort into learning. Most of his classes wound up the same way, either him staring off into space, learning new and exciting ways to sleep without any teacher noticing, or learning the wonders of the universe through focusing on literally anything else on his phone.

But from his research materials, any superhero starts with a completely irresponsible and arbitrary training sequence to learn his powers. He had a little bit through trying to dodge whatever popped up in his head in his house, but now he was ready. Taking his first steps out into the new world for the first time.

Which basically meant he had went to the park and tried to find some kind of table. Once he has one, he's transformed standing a little far away from it, arms folded. His outfit looks as similar to a chef's outfit as it possibly can, magical and awesome. On the table, he has a can of soda and a still-wrapped hamburger. This was the true test. Finding out how far this rabbit hole of powers goes.

Jughead keeps his eyes closed, as if he's focusing before opening them and swiftly opening his palm, the can of soda swiftly leaving the table and finding itself in Jughead's hand. He opens the other, and the burger leaves next, and smashes into his hand. He tries to keep himself from completely squashing it in his hand, but holy hell, it actually worked. ]

Huh! [ He places the soda on the ground to unwrap the burger, which... looks to be a bit of a mess, but. ] Okay, work in progress. Gotta fall off the building a few times learning how to fly.

[ Doesn't stop him from taking a bite. ]

--

fighting evil by moonlight

[ So okay, Nightmares. Specifically, Nightmarescapes. They're a lot... more obtuse in person now that he's actually seeing one for himself. Jughead decided that if he was going to actually stay alive, he's probably going to have to try the magi thing at least once or twice.

The problem of course, was that he wasn't actually really good at the whole fighting thing. Sure, he had a gigantic spatula and he didn't really need a manual to learn how to work it. Well, at least he didn't think there was anything he was missing, like being able to spawn mini spatula beams by swinging it or something like that. But otherwise all he's really doing is trying to smack any familiar out of the way, and it's barely cutting it.

Out of the corner of the eye, Jughead sees a brand new face pop up alongside him, and he holds up a hand. ]

Hey, pal! Wanna give me a hand over here? Turns out swinging large utensils tires me out! Who knew!

[ Ha ha ha, seriously though, help. ]

fighting evil

[vulgore]

Nah. I figure if I stand here long enough, I'll get to see you die in some hilariously inept way.

[ What the hell is with these magi. Dito, for once, is utterly content to leave the fighting to someone else. If only because he figures this kid is going to get himself killed and its a spectacle he can't possibly hope to pass up watching. ]

fighting evil by moonlight

[isolatedreason]

[Jughead's "help" comes in the form of another teen with distorted faces covering his body, though none match the look of complete put upon-ness on Isamu's face when asked to lend a hand. When he had spotted the other Magi he assumed he would be standing near someone who could...ya know...take care of any surrounding familiars himself. Isamu was just trying to be resourceful, really. Perhaps he should have taken a closer look at the guy wielding a giant spatula.

Isamu had always opted for the easier path in life, and fighting and survival was no different, but he at least had a basic understanding of how to defend himself.

He sighs.]

It's easier if you stay clear of them.

[But, unfortunately he was too close now, so Isamu resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to do something. He transforms and summons his weapon...a naginata spear, which was fine by him as it kept distance between himself and his enemies reasonably well. His outfit was...well, practically a catsuit with a strange swirly pattern and glowing red lights, white ribbons dangling from his back. He hadn't minded, really, at least he kept his hat.]

When I push it away just run! [Because he's not fighting a stupid familiar for someone he doesn't even know! That would be dumb, especially when he figured out the secret to this whole nightmare thing. Sort of.

Isamu hesitantly approaches close enough so that his spear can reach before he gives it one good jab. Luckily it seemed to throw the familiar off balance for the moment.]

Trust me, no need to overthink this.

[K he's gonna run away now and just assume Jughead will do the same.]

fighting evil by moonlight

[cyclicalconcept]

I got you!

[Here comes a magi! Her bow is out and she's letting her arrows loose.]

Its ok, just cover me, ok?

Rue | Princess Tutu

[fouettes]

A. Arrival

[For a girl that has just gotten a wish granted, Rue certainly doesn't look particularly happy about her circumstances.

She's no hero or defender of the weak, but that creature anointed her as such in exchange for ridding Mytho of his corruption. It can think whatever it wants of her, so long as he keeps up his end of the bargain.

Passerbys might come and see a girl simply sitting on the sidewalk, slumped against the side of a building and dark, unruly hair covering her face. One wouldn't be blamed in mistaking her for hurt, but Rue's sadness simply runs too deep for her to get up and face her new life just yet.

Eventually, though, she will find it in her to drag herself to her feet and make her way to the house she's been assigned. A mirror set upon a lovely vanity isn't far from the entrance - she remembers the information about the mirror, and grazes her runic fingernail across it. Of course, now that the ability to communicate is open, she isn't quite sure what to say. Tired and sad, Rue simply asks the first thing that comes to mind.]

...What do I do?

B. Fighting Evil By the Moonlight

[There it was. The end of her first battle.

Raised to assist an evil Raven, Rue isn't a stranger to violence or fighting. Any battle in Gold Crown Town, though...well, even in it's violence, there was always an element of beauty and poetry to it, as befits characters acting out the roles in their story. She crossed blades and feathers with Fakir by way of dance, and Tutu always defeated her with her beautiful footwork.

There was nothing beautiful or poetic about this. Rue wanders among her comrades as if in a fugue state, knives clutched in her white-knuckled hands and her beautiful outfit tattered and torn. She looks noticeably exhausted, but whether it's a large wound you're sporting or a small one, she immediately stops in front of you when she sees it.]

You're hurt, aren't you. [Less a question, more a statement. Her voice comes out small and frail.]

Then...please allow me. [The knife slips from her fingers and falls to the ground, and Rue reaches out to touch you.]

C. A Cruel Choice

[Honestly, it was likely a fluke that Rue ended up holding onto the grief seed in the first place. Her abilities as a magical girl were not combat-based, and her chances of striking a significant blow were limited. Even as exhausted as she is, it's not a surprise that she feels guilty for holding onto it. She's not as useful as the other magi, barely able to heal effectively as she was. She wouldn't be able to live with herself, knowing she caused yet another person to suffer because of her own selfishness.

So, with dull and tired eyes, she holds the grief seed out to you.]

Take it.

c.

[inquietam]

[ It's fine.

Sayaka is accustomed to fighting past the pain, pushing herself to her limits - she knows better than to, but she can't stop. Someone needs her protection. Someone else needs that grief seed. ]

No, Rue - c'mon, we'd all be dead out there if it wasn't for you! You deserve it.

b

[loveedition]

[ It felt relatively embarrassing for Ryoko to help someone new through a Nightmare. She generally tried her hardest to keep her company reserved to a certain few, though it wasn't for a truly selfish reason. If someone were meant to depend on her with her limited abilities, what would happen?

It didn't go nearly as bad as it could have. She had a slightly deep gash on her arm, and she did her best to ignore it through the rest of the battle. Ryoko was in the process of checking her gem, making sure that it was clear before she was caught off-guard by the sudden comment from Rue. ]

Huh? Oh-- [ Right, the cut. Ryoko moves her arm back just slightly, holding onto her own wrist. ]

It's... that's okay, you really don't have to use up your magic on me.

a

[ententanz]

[Ahiru has not been in Nyoi-cho for very long. she's been exploring the town, asking questions, looking for other Magi. she's not sure what she is supposed to do now, either. hunting monsters? in Nightmares? Kyuubei had said something about that, right?

she exhausts herself quickly, and eventually makes it back to her house, which is a blank slate at the moment. she heard she could change the interior, but she hasn't thought about what she wants it to look like yet. that was the furthest thing from her mind.

she flops back on some white furniture with a sigh. then she raises her hands to look at them... a girl's hands, not duck wings]

I really have changed back.

[after lying around for a couple minutes to catch her breath and contemplate, she sits up and grabs the mirror. she was supposed to be able to communicate with this thing, wasn't she? she touches the glass and it whirs to life. the first person she sees on there... is Rue.

Rue! Rue was here? she gasps and squawks and presses the glass again, fumbling with the object until it sends her message]

Rue-chan! Is that really Rue-chan?!

B!

[grandmaknowsbest]

[Kainé backs up when Rue comes near. Even more so, once she drops the knife. She looks somewhere between puzzled and pissed off, which is a pretty common look for her. She's holding up her hand, and can't seem to say anything else besides...]

The fuck do you think you're doing?

[Yeah, she's probably bleeding pretty badly. Shoulder wounds and all. But that doesn't mean she's some charity case, waiting for a hand-out, and that sure as shit means she's not gonna take it if one comes.]

jade harley | homestuck

[clamberlass]

arrival

[ well, this isn't kansas by a long shot, and the wicked witch isn't actually a witch at the moment; jade harley arrives not necessarily with a bang but more like a bark in the night. it's a pretty awful reference to the wizard of oz, actually - there's a girl with a grimace on her face, half between excitement and half between oh no i need to chase that but i don't wanna as a black cat hisses up above in a tree. jade's pawing at the trunk, a glittering red shoe hooked on a chunk of bark, the other foot dangling just an inch off the grass, and he's barking. ] Woof! Woof woof woof woof! Pleeeeeease come down, I don't want to chase you, and I am sorry but you just smell really... Well! Chaseable...!

[ who else would chase a cat in the middle of the night, yapping loudly right after contracting? really. ]

home improvement

[ space shifting isn't a new concept to jade, and the house she settles into is, unsurprisingly, bright. fun. exciting - there are little floating terrariums by every window, flowers slotted everywhere like the house is it's own garden, but there's posters, too; little cartoony squids and a few plushes of them.

jade claps her hands once, and then gets on her knees. she gestures closer, as the image of a giant, white dog comes into view - there's a green glow to it, an otherworldly sense of being. jade's spent the afternoon fussing with her house, making it perfect, and now her living room has been converted into a mini "get to know me" film, the image of her tower projected on the largest wall. the sound of waves can be heard, recreated from her memory. ]

And this is Bec! He's my dog! He was such a good boy, weren't you, Bec? Yes, you were!!! Hey, hey, say it with me, okay? [ that's to you, and jade reaches out to touch the fake becquerel. ] Good dog, best friend!!! Hehehe.

practice makes perfect

[ let's be realistic, though. jade's kind of used to this? this whole fighting thing - she stumbles here and there, but it's in increasingly ridiculous ways. a statue gets decapitated. no biggie! jade slips the head back on it's shoulders and bolts before anyone can know. it's fine. a burst of magic she's still getting the idea of knocks a bunch of magazines off a newsstand. manageable, still. jade somehow manages to launch a giant wad off gum off the sidewalk and into some poor person's hair, which she feels really awful about, but she has some powers to learn! she can't stay here!!

everything is coming up millhouse. she's getting the hang of it, and now she just wants to reacquaint herself with her guns, so with a grin, jade pulls out her rifle, lines up a shot into a tree. the bullet, etched with the space symbol with a thud. so far so good!

jade rockets off another shot and this time it ricochets away, slamming into a donut shop sign.

the plastic donut slips off the sign and begins to roll through the streets.

jade is also used to shenanigans, so she places a hand to her head. it's only one facepalm combo. ]

a cruel choice

[ the problem with jade harley is that, perhaps because she is a teenager, she's prone to being proactive. with the soul gem floating in the palm of her hand, she considers it. it'd be a difficult fight, and there wasn't a lot she could do about that. if it were up to jade, she'd handle the heavier things, taking control so no one had to make difficult decisions...

her buckteeth worry her bottom lip, and she feels her own, soul gem,usually a vibrant green, continue to darken. she sucks in a breath, and shifts her expression back into a goofy grin. her voice is practically a proud little yip as she turns back to her partner. ]

We did it! What a difficult night, but... It was so coooooool, you looked like a superhero at the end!

[ with a cock of her head: ] Can I see your soul gem?

[needlenosed]

[ The honest truth was that Jughead spent a hell of a lot more energy than he wanted in that fight. In the end, it came down not just to survival, but also making sure no one else got themselves killed in the process. There wasn't much he could do on that front, all things considered.

It all worked out in the end, surprisingly. They were still alive, and he'd done what he could. A hero, huh? ]

Yeah, I'm a regular Captain Hero. All in a day's work.

[ It was mostly luck, but he'll take the compliment. A little bit of a chuckle, but he soon produces his own soul gem. Usually bright yellow, now duller and cloudier than it had been previously. ]

Not the worst. Yours doing okay?

practice makes perfect

[ironicoolly]

[With all the zany shit he's seen in this place up to now, Dave Strider is fairly certain that nothing can quite surprise him anymore. He's seen it all. Weird, creepy natives who act like they stepped straight out of a Stepford Wives remake? Check. A literal torture dungeon filled with deathtraps hidden beneath a very ordinary school? Check. Intrusive, nonsensical dialogue options that belonged in a dating sim just floating lackadaisically in the air like they've always been there? Check, check, check.

When he sees the plastic donut rolling towards him, he isn't particularly surprised. The thought, "man, this shitheap is really falling apart, ain't it" briefly passes through his mind, but if this is all the disaster he has to contend with in the near future, then he thinks he'll have been pretty lucky.

He casually sidesteps it, sparing it one last glance as it rolls past him and down out of sight. Then he turns his head towards the direction it came from, just to see if there isn't something more sinister at work here that he should start preparing himself for (knowing this town, the answer is undeniably yes).

Just about the last thing he expects to see is a familiar friend he hasn't seen in a very long time, though.]

J-- [Okay, that came out slightly high-pitched and uncool. Please excuse him, he isn't sure if he can trust his eyes right now.

Let's take it from the top.] Jade??

Five // Utahime Five

[pinningconquest]

[ Practice Makes Perfect ]

The air felt lighter after being wrapped in a golden light, popping out in what felt like steam. The intoner felt refreshed, confidence brighter and a small giggle sneaked itself out of the young girl's lips. How amazing, this power of magi! Five, feeling the excitement bubble within her chest, heaved her chest and looked down at the outfit given to her.

Lace gold trimmed down her waist like a curtain barely touching the ground as the tight leather one piece snugged up to her chest. A small keyhole in shape of a heart aligned in the center of the upper garment, as if to let the air breathe and focus. Metal knee guards of chrome black slid down to the ankles in shape of a crest of sorts and bonded to comfortable road treading boots. With slight modesty of course, black, shimmering short shorts complimented with the lower skirt veil. Lace gloved connected intricately to metal shoulder guards with gold embellishments, which then connected to the neck with a gold choker.

Five screamed regal, exciting, beauty! This was truly fitting for one ready to save the people with grace and charm. The tricky part now was to summon a measly weapon to protect herself. That is, until her hand thrusting to her forehead harshly, a small cry of shock overwhelming her until her eyes glanced to her left hand. A...voice amplifier of sorts?

Five looked towards the closest magi, facing similar inspection of their weapon, feeling a bit concerned. "This w-weapon...will it protect me...?"

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[Birth of a Witch]

What was she suppose to do...what COULD she do?! Five's chest clenched in pain, tears seeping into her eyes as she faces a creature, no, a cherished individual in front of the intoner ready to strike viciously in her direction. Big Sister One...Big Sister One...!!

She rolls to the side, dodging what could be assumed to be a direct blow, yelling defiantly as she looked up to the sky again. At the slowly entangled ally quickly covered by their macabre breakdown of sorts. Five's stomach knotted, throat swelling as she turned away to throw up. Crying and slightly covered in her vomit, she screamed,

"HOW DARE YOU FORGET ABOUT ME, MAKING ME EXPERIENCE SOMETHING DISGUSTING, FOOL!" Sniveling, the small young girl quickly dodges another blow, hair being slightly ripped from her scalp and causing a yowl.

"DON'T THINK I'LL LET YOU GO WITHOUT SHOWING YOU YOUR P-PLACE...!!"

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[Arrival]

"So, excuse me ~" Five pouted in her cutest voice, wriggling her arms side to side and her button gave a little push outwards and puffed her cheeks together. "You see~ I'm searching for my elder sisters, many of which, are truly the beautifulest, wonderfulest, simply ravishing beings you'd ever put your eyes on!"

Quickly stepping forward, not giving any chance of the person to back away, the small girl continued her sale on requesting help. Not that she needed it of course, mainly Five knowing a chance to let such a handsome, irresistible person leave would be such a waste! Biting her button lip gently, and pushing her quite visible chest together even more, the sly intoner gave a helpless whimper of dismay, "Say, would you help me find them, prrreeetty please~?"

arrival.

[vulgore]

What fresh hell is this.

Dito had been planning to get a few things from the market -- er, grocery store. Just to see what this world had to offer for interesting foodstuffs. It was just supposed to be a quick trip to and from his house. No big deal. No big crazy adventures.

And then he sees her.

It's like his blood freezes in his veins. Her voice. Her voice. His stomach overturns and his hands clench into fists - Dito quickens his pace, hoping to get away without being seen, to avoid the catastrophe waiting to happen. And then she spots him, and true to Five fashion, she refuses to give an inch... Is this a joke? Her idea of having a laugh? Some trick, some setup, to punish him for his betrayal?

His upper lip curls in a snarl.

"Not interested. Buzz off, you little witch."

Diamonds Droog / / Homestuck

[cuesticks]

[ arrival ]
[ His newest contract had been a calculated risk-- and in every other case, Droog was quite good at math. It should have swung in his favor, if every possibility he'd plotted out was any indication; instead, something had gone terribly wrong in the process. An outlier, but one that had cropped up at quite possibly the worst time; sorting this out was going to be one hell of a mess. ]
[ Wherever he was, it wasn't Midnight City or the Crew hideout. That much had been obvious from the get-go-- this city had too much open air, too little noise and squalor. Perhaps it would be considered pleasant to someone other than the mobster currently scanning the area, white eyes peering out from beneath the brim of a rather fashionable hat. He looks utterly unimpressed with the situation in its entirety, although there's enough subtle hints present to pick out that he is very, very much displeased. ]

[ After straightening his tie, although it hardly needed the adjustment, he pats himself down, pausing at the unmistakable sensation of utterly empty pockets. Not even his backup pack of cigarettes had made the trip with him, it seemed, and for a split second, Droog's ever-present frown deepens into a much harder scowl; just as soon as the emotion makes itself known, his self-restraint takes the wheel again, expression returning to that constant stare of disapproval as he begins his prowl down the street in search of the first convenience store he can find. ]
[ If he's going to put up with this mess, he's at least going to need two packs of smokes to replace the ones he'd lost-- how the hell was he supposed to work out a plan without the customary cigarette? As for his deck of cards and literally every weapon he'd had on him? Droog would find somebody to...talk to about that. No one got away with stealing from Diamonds Droog, wish-granting or no. ]
[ He very well might bump into any passers-by unfortunate enough to come into contact with him-- and it's definitely not a light collision. He's a Dersite on a mission, and he has no time for people in his way.

[ practice makes perfect ]
[ There's no way this could be that hard. ]
[ It was simply...magic. He'd handled far worse than that-- wrapping one's head around all manner of time travel shenanigans was arguably in a much more difficult category, and he'd gotten that down pat. Why would this be any different? Sure, the process was new to him, and...so was just about everything else here, but he could adjust. How hard could it be. ]
[ ...apparently, more than he'd expected. He'd wanted to see all his carefully-laid plans fall into place, and this was what he got instead. A somehow less stylish version of an old outfit and a vaguely-defined power that had thus far only tripped him up during combat? Not exactly a fair trade-off. ]

[ Starting small-time was never a bad thing. Frustrating, yes-- even more so when you were used to a certain level of respect and power. He hadn't expected to retain his status in this new world, no. That would have been foolish, to say the least; still, the notion that he'd have something to his name as a result of what he'd asked for had lingered, which was his own damn fault. And so, instead of enjoying the fruits of his wish, Droog was practicing. He'd already made a few efforts elsewhere, and they'd only proven disappointing at best-- while he'd gotten some of the basics down, his temper was starting to get the better of him. After plenty of haphazard attempts at telekinesis that had only been leading toward something getting broken, he'd taken a stroll to cool off, and had found himself approaching the beach. ]
[ Rather than doing something productive or otherwise useful, he'd decided to blow off a little steam in the best way he knew how: by being incredibly petty. There were all manner of people trying to enjoy their day at the shoreline, relaxing under brightly-colored umbrellas and chatting over drinks. All it took was a careful nudge with his power, and those drinks went toppling over-- they didn't last long after that, greedily absorbed by sand and towels alike. The culprit is altogether incredibly obvious, particularly considering the fact that he sticks out like a sore thumb to anyone who can actually see him-- it's a wonder he hasn't gotten heat stroke yet, but Droog appears to be holding out specifically out of spite. Surprise, surprise. ]

[ Is he...kind of smiling? Probably just a trick of the light-- and even if it were the genuine article, it sure doesn't look pleasant. (Maybe that's just his face, though.) Perhaps someone should see about stopping him, however? There's only so many drinks left standing, and it's clear he's got nothing better to do. ]


[ fighting evil by moonlight ]
[ Combat is his specialty, fortunately enough-- Droog is very well accustomed to it, and his cuestick remains as trusty as ever. The enemies were new, but the dance hadn't changed steps. If he was going to be completely honest, it was refreshing-- there was only so many times he could've fought the Felt before things would've gotten stale, and not having to worry about the temporal ramifications of beating the shit out of something was wonderful. Good riddance to that mess and all it brought with it. ]
[ Another Familiar goes down easy, struck between what he assumes would count for eyes if this creature had anything remotely close to predictable anatomy. He's not sure if it does, and he doesn't care-- it's time to get to business, not wonder about what makes these things tick. Somebody else can worry about that later. ]

[ He's surprisingly graceful as he dodges and weaves his way through attacks, movements fluid and well-practiced. The fact that he's not alone isn't lost on him, although Droog doesn't seem to be paying any nearby allies much mind-- as far as he's concerned, they can handle themselves. He's fully content to continue wearing down his own opponents until one of them tries to leave his sight, lunging after someone else behind him before he can get a good hit on it; the curses that escape him are by no means quiet, composure be damned. He's a far cry from calm and collected, sharp teeth bared in a snarl as he bears down on his remaining targets. ]

Heads-up-- [ At least there's a warning. Droog's doing his best to be heard over the rest of the combat, even though yelling is far from his thing-- he'd be doing more about it, but...well, his reach is good, but not that good. That, and the other Familiars he hadn't quite dealt with are trying to give him a run for his money. ] You can handle one extra, right? If not-- consider leaving before you get someone killed. Particularly if it's me.

arrival

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[Butch was new himself, and despite an unsavory encounter here and there he was doing alright for himself, he thinks. He was annoyed about his missing cigarettes as well, and the notable lack of a bar, but now that he's got the former problem remedied he's back in high spirits.

That is, until some punk bumps right into him without so much as an "oops". Butch spins around with a scowl.]

Hey! What's the big idea? Why don't you watch where you're walkin'?

John Egbert | Homestuck

[meowgonspengler]

Home Improvement

[John's got his posters back!! And they don't have shitty drawings of clowns on them this time, or black smudges from imps, or cakes and/or glass shards thrown into them! Finally, the Nic Cage and Matthew McConaughey walls are restored to their former glory, and the Armaggeddon poster has never looked so good! The magic chest is much less magic than usual and all the Game Shit's missing, but eh, he can deal with it. Not as important as the posters, anyway.]

Uh.... what should I make now? [He'll take suggestions from the audience.]

Practice Makes Perfect

[So, John's got these shuriken now. And while his bro Dave's familiar with all the powers of the animes, John is... slightly less lucky. So, as opposed to wandering around looking for a hardware store to re-stock his hammer supply, he's decided to make the best of it and learn how to throw these darn things.]

Oops. [Missed.] Shit. [Missed.] Oh fuck! [And again.] Hey, watch out! [This one's so off track he might hit a guy. Which he guesses is the end goal here, but not when he's aiming at soda cans.]

A Cruel Choice
[It's... it's a pretty easy one. He holds out the little grief seed to the person with him, pushing a little.]

Hey, I'll just find another one in a sec. But you should totally have this one, since you, uh. You don't look so good.

[Of course, he has no idea how bad he looks right now. He feels like he's eaten too many gushers and needs to lie down, or maybe that clowns are lurking nearby, or something like he's falling apart. Just kind of... weirdly on edge. But that's no big deal, not really. He just needs a nap, that's all. And this guy just needs to take the stupid seed.]

Rei Ayanami | NGE

[instrumentally]

Arrival

[It is quiet here. Like living in a shell. The sky is blue. The grass is green. The breeze blows softly. There are no cicadas. Not yet, at least. For the moment, everything is still. Calm. A calmness she has never known. It is... disconcerting. Something will shatter this peace. Something must. Calm can never last for long. That's what makes it so valuable.

The people don't seem to see her on the street. That's fine. This is fine. This is... ordinary. Familiar. Proof that the calm will not last.]

Do I have any orders? [She asks to no one in particular. She is not sure why she asked at all. She is... not sure what the answer would be. This is... new. Strange.

More study is necessary.]

Home Improvement

[The room is empty. Not empty. There is a bed. Mirror. Cabinet. Some covers. A table. Still, it feels...

She is not sure how it feels. Sufficient. She can sleep, if she requires it. Change, if she requires it. What else does she need? What is missing? Is there anything missing at all? She does not know. And that is... terrifying. An entire world open to her. An entire room. No one to tell her what to place in here. No one to tell her what to take away. Something entirely of her own.

She does not smile. She is not sure if the situation requires it. But she feels... she doesn't know what this feeling is. But it's both light and heavy all at once. The weight of choices upon her shoulders. It is stifling. It is freeing. It is both.]

I require more information. What sort of items do you place in your room? [She speaks into the mirror. Stares straight ahead. Does not blink.]

[Arrival]

[makeadragonwannaretire]

[Azula takes a moment to study the newcomer wondering if she should even bother trying to help. The last time she helped a newcomer it wound up to be a giant mess and had people furious at her.

On the other hand it was hardly her fault how things turned out. And she's not so cowardly she will abandon all efforts to improve herself just because she made some mistakes. That simply wasn't how a Princess did things.

Ultimately she decides to help because she likes the color of her hair.]

Orders? Well I suppose the general plan we all follow is wait until something threatens the town and defeat it. We also spend our time trying to unravel the mysteries of this world. Are you any good in a fight? Or are you more of an intellectual?

Mikhail | Drakengard 3

[mynameismikhail]

Arrival - Side A

["I wish I was more useful to Zero".

It was a grumpy little wish that usually wouldn't have crossed Mikhail's mind when asked if he would have ever wanted one. A pile of all the rotten meat he could have ever eaten. For Zero and Dito to maybe be a liiiiiittle nicer. These would have been the wishes that he would have wanted the most just about any other time.

But when you're dying after having half your body blown away, dying even though you managed to get the killing blow on the enemy you were asked to, well. That kind of becomes a different story.

Even though Mikhail knew he was a big dummy, he knew Zero needed him too. And now he wasn't there. What else could he do but make a wish that'd help her. He was pretty sure that wherever he was going, he'd be okay, because he was a dragon, and he was big and tough no he wasn't.

Was a dragon being the imperative word.

A small boy - good lord, he can't be older than eight - has just shown up in Nyoi-cho, crouched and hunched over a little, though not exactly on all fours. He looks around in confusion for a moment, unsure what he's looking at at the moment.]

H-hello? Wow...everything sure is bigger here I-Ah!

[That would be when he notices his reflection in a window. He backs away from it for a moment, and then approaches slowly, pushing his face up against it before moving back and just looking at it.]

Hello? It's nice to meet you...

[He says to the reflection, not quite certain that it was one at first. It's. Taking him a moment to understand what he's really looking at. He knew what a reflection was by this point. Zero had taught him.

But that can't be him.]

Arrival - Side B

[Now Mikhail is getting the hang of being a human. And being a human is pretty fun.

It still takes a lot of getting used to though. It's weird being so small, even smaller than Zero - maybe not much smaller than Dito, though. He runs down the streets of the town, mostly looking at things, laughing a bit at the fact that he can move so freely around people. Doesn't have to worry about crushing them.

He says hello to everyone he meets. He shakes the hands of perfect strangers - it seems like the polite thing to do, and that is what humans do to say hello. Sometimes. He heard that somewhere, Zero and her group weren't really fond of saying hello that way. Or politeness in general. Mikhail plays games with the younger native towns kids.

When he sees the storefronts in town, he pushes his face against the glass, peering in and smiling. Looking at all the amazing things you could buy in there. Not going in himself because he has, conveniently, forgotten that he is now small enough to do so.

His favorite thing, however, is the park as he rolls around in the dirt, just laughing hysterically. Dirt was fun to play around with when he was a big old, great dragon. It's even more fun to just roll around when he's this tiny, and he is laughing hysterically about it.

This day is pretty good.]

Practice Makes Perfect

[Mikhail, more than anything, wanted to be useful. To help people.

And something wonderful, that he enjoyed at least, was the power of song. It was lucky for him that the magic in this world had seen to it that he had a power he could enjoy. His magi outfit looks like a little bard costume, a little guitar as his weapon. He isn't quite sure how to play the guitar, but that isn't stopping him from strumming out a terrible little ditty.

Or from singing.]

My name is Mikhail, my name is Mikhail!~
And I love being a maaaagiii~
I was a helpful dragon~
Now I'm not a dragon~
Buuut I've got lots of magic to heeelp us fight! Yay!~

[Nothing seems to be happening quite yet, but that doesn't stop Mikhail from strumming a few more screechy bars.

Then back to singing.]

My name is Mikhail, my name is Miiiikhaaaail~
Trying to figure out what my magic iiiiiis~-

[It sounds like this is going to go on a while. You might want to stop him or help him find a more constructive way to figure his magic out.]

A Cruel Choice

[Mikhail holds the grief seed gently in his hands. The fight was hard. The magi had been his friend. And now here they were, so to speak. Dead and gone and only leaving a little trace of themselves.

Death wasn't something Mikhail was unfamiliar with. Far from it. Zero and her team had left scores of dead, human and monster, behind them. Armies littered battlefields. Many Mikhail had helped kill, even if he had thought Zero talking to her sisters would have been a better plan then the destruction Zero wrought. He wasn't unfamiliar or bothered by the fact of death, or combat.

Seeing the death of someone he cared about, someone he'd grown to know in Nyoi-cho. That does bother him. Having to say goodbye to the people he loves bothers him.]

Hi there.

[He says to the grief seed. He doesn't know if anyone can here them. Maybe they can. They've always been inside the gems, so maybe. Maybe there's some fraction left. He's being silly, he knows. Zero would call him a dummy for even talking to it. Dito it probably gonna make fun of him, the big meanie. But that's okay. There's just something he really needs to get out.]

I bet you're really scared right now, aren't ya? ...I know. ...I'm really sorry.

[He stares at the gem a moment more, before holding it out to the person next to him.]

Here, you take it. I don't think I can...

side b

[vulgore]

[ Ugh.

Just.

Ugh.

Dito knows for a fact that this is going to be his problem in about an hour and a half, when the dumb dragon comes traipsing into his house demanding food and attention. Dito stares at him for a mintue and then finally, truly, deeply, understands why Zero's face was permanently stuck in bitch mode. ]

Hey, Dummy. What's Zero gonna say when she gets here an finds you all filthy?

Ariel | The Little Mermaid

[wannabelikeyou]

Arrival

I can't believe that actually worked! [But it did, so here she is, in the center of a small town she'd never seen before with legs she's never had before, and she's never seen so many people before in her entire life. Most of them don't seem to notice her, but there's-- they come in all different sizes, that's-- not surprising, but she wasn't sure, and she wonders where all of them come from, are they all from this town? Or did they arrive from somewhere else?

And her feet hurt when she walks, maybe because she's barefoot, maybe because-- maybe that's just how feet work? She doesn't know yet, but she's going to find out. She just... she has to take a second to catch her breath, that's all, and maybe another, and another, and there we go, walking! It's-- it's a little different from swimming, but it's working, right?]

Hello! [She says to a person walking around nearby.] Do you know where I could find a... what's it called again... fire? It, uh, it burns...? [Explaining this may be harder than she thought!]

Home Improvement

[So this is a house! It's, uh, it's a little empty, isn't it? She's not sure what she should put inside of it yet. She has to start her collection all over again, and maybe it'd be cheating if she just... magicked something together. Though maybe she could do both? And what do humans put inside houses, anyway? Books? A lot of them? Or maybe whole rows and rows of thingamajigs and youknowthosethings?]

Well, I've got to start somewhere...

[Oh! She knows, how about some shelves! She'd need them to put stuff on top of later, right?]

Arrival

[makeadragonwannaretire]

Fire?

[ Azula almost laughs. Of all the people to ask about where to find a fire this simpleton is addressing her. In fact she will allow herself a chuckle.]

Yes...yes I think I can help you with that. What do you need it for? And while we're at it who are you?

[She already assumes it's a new Magi, it's really hard to confuse them for one of the locals. But is she a Magi worth trusting or will she get...well burned?]

Gaston | Beauty and The Beast

[5dozeneggs]

Arrival

[There were two sides to this contract that Gaston had to consider. One, if he were to become a "Magi" and go to this town, then he would not be able to marry Belle. But the other side was that his wish would come true! While he had his eyes set on her the prospect of actually being able to somehow become even more magnificent than he already is was far too great to turn away from. And so here he is.

Gaston was impatient, though, and wanted to see if his wish was truly granted. He didn't feel any stronger, and as he checks himself out in the reflection of a store front he - while still strapping - doesn't look any stronger either.

He flexes an arm.

Then his other arm.

My god is he gorgeous!]

Fighting Evil by Moonlight

[These pesky familiars weren't any big deal. Gaston has wrestled bears and bear-like men. There is nothing he can't handle! Though, there are starting to be quit of bit of him and he can only fire so many arrows. Oh, there are more coming. Somehow instead of deterring him it just makes him want to fight harder, though. How dare they think they can outnumber him? Why, he's settled for putting his bow away and punching familiars left and right!

Buuut there are still more of them.

For some strange reason, he feels as if having someone - like Lefou, perhaps, are the triplets, letting him know how amazing he is would be really helpful right now. As if...it would make him stronger. What a strange feeling!

Punch, punch!]

You monsters are no match for I [PUNCH] Gaston!

[Okay but are there more though???]

arrival

[crappyfairytale]

[Oh. He's one of those bodybuilder kind of guys, huh. She doesn't really see them a lot, except at the Mall or something, and it's not like she goes out of her way to hang out with them. She's not really about to start now. She doesn't get why you'd spend so much time looking in a mirror, anyway, not when you can look beyond the window and see what the store's actually selling.

So, yeah, Heather peers inside and then looks back at That Guy.]

You interested in tofu, Big Guy?