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August Test Drive Meme!

AUGUST 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.

If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Hands making a fish net]
[Image Two: A Skyrim Mudcrab staring menacingly]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Dingy, empty and creepy old backroom]
[Image Two: Cryptic, Creepy words scribbled on yellow wallpaper]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Skull on top of book]
[Image Two: Book with pages shaped like a whirlpool]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monstrous Crabs, Environmental Threat


Normally, the people of Trench would say that September is a fortunate time for sleepers to arrive at it's shores. However, the aftermath of the violent and inconsistent storms in the last month continue to batter the city. The waters are choppy, though they are beginning to calm. The swim is difficult and unsafe, waves threatening to crash unwitting squids into the rocks. It is unlikely to be fatal, but many arrive battered and bruised, gasping as they awaken from their squid form.

Hopefully, you've found something to wear, either in your Welcoming Bag or otherwise, and can start familiarizing yourself with your surroundings. Maybe you help some other squids out on the beach. Waking up sucks! You feel for the little guys. And hey, maybe you're hoping one of those squids is a good friend...Stranger things have happened.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

With theme music!
The weather is awful, and so the mood of the beach is a bit more subdued than on other occasions. Food is hearty and dry, easily packaged in oilcloth, and containing mostly hard tack, mushrooms and dried, cured fish. Bottles of water are included with the food, enough to ensure that the sleepers are well fed, and enough packets are offered for a few days in case they need them, but they are certainly not the most flavorful or exotic, reflecting much more the day to day food of Trench.

The people leading the waking are gathered and huddled around makeshift structures and lean-tos to deal with the awful weather along the coast during this period. Sleepers are brought here, to fires to warm. Among those who are present are the fishermen and women who work at the docks. They, along with several of the Architects from in town, have set up booths. Though they do not demand it of anyone, they politely hint that in the season of change, it is good to learn new trades and to find a place in this strange world the sleepers have been brought to. As part of this, they are willing to offer a chance for the sleepers to help craft fishing nets and other gear for those who will brave the waters to bring back food in the season.

The task is arduous and taxing, but it is not without reward. To those who choose to participate, one of the fishermen will approach them and wordlessly drop a waterlogged box into their lap. It looks dilapidated and in poor condition, but they will say nothing more, staring off into the sea from which it was dredged. When the sleeper opens it, they will find that there is one additional item within the box, which might have been included in their welcome bag normally. If pressed, the fisherman will only say that they found it dredged up along the shores in the midst of their work.

For those who brave the coasts or the waters, there is an increased threat of monstrous presence, though nothing compared to the prior month. Poisonous crabs lurk along the edges of the waterways. Much larger versions of small crabs known to live in caves along the shore, these beastly adult versions stand about three feet tall, and have particularly strong pincers which secrete a hallucinogenic venom. Victims of it are prone to paranoid delusions of danger around every corner, and known for mistaking those around them as threats. The crabs are themselves carnivorous to boot, so they are certainly a threat on their own, though they are very much killable, and supposedly very good eating. Bring in some crab meat, and it should be good to trade for additional food and supplies this month, if you dare! As with their lesser cousins, the venom of these crabs is particularly dangerous to the psychically sensitive, Palebloods and Darkbloods.

LOST BETWEEN STEPS
WHEN: August 31st-September 29, January 2, February 4, March 6, April 8, June 10, July 12, October 20, November 1, December 24
WHERE: Somewhere, you're not certain where
CONTENT WARNINGS: Labyrinth, Liminal Horror, Severe Disorientation, Autophobia, Monster Horror, Fear of Falling


You just took one step back. That's all. A step backwards while you weren't paying attention, and the sensation of falling assailed you. With a grunt, you found yourelf landing hard, but not hard enough to actually break or turn anything. Around you is a carpeted space. There are old, stained wallpaper walls on every side, set up in variable sized cubicle spaces that look like they should be occupied by an office of some sort. Everything smells like mold, stale and sharp. The carpet is a little bit moist and the wallpapers all seem to be hiding hints of mildew. It feels familiar, but even if you have been in this "place" before it is not quite the same. The wallpaper shades are not exactly right. It always feels like you should know it, but you cannot quite place it.

You are not alone in this place. Another seems to have fallen in this place, thank god because the muffled sounds of these halls are already getting oppressive. The electric hum of fluorescent are buzzing in your ears like a plague of locusts and you can practically feel the migraine coming from the unremitting light, but you dare not take shelter to let your eyes rest in the gaps in the lighting. It feels like there is something there. You should probably be leaving, though that's where the problem really begins. No method seems to clearly work. There are no identifiable features to pick out. After several turns, you might find yourself facing impossibly thin hallways or a dead end. Attempts to keep track of your passage with writing, torn wallpaper and balls of twine fail, as it becomes increasingly and inconsistently disorientating, inevitably causing the lead to be lost, or worse? It might seem to be going the wrong direction. Did someone move it? Magic compasses, even those given by the Pthumerians do not work in this "place" This should not be possible, but it is true.

An hour in, because it always takes longer than that, or does it? Time can be hard to keep track of and omnis don't tell time properly here. Whatever, an hour in, and the need to get out of this place will be getting to those trapped within. They do not belong here, and must escape. The harder you run, the more that the dank odor gets under the skin, worsening even if you should not be able to smell it. Occasional items can be found, but all are useless. If you are fortunate, perhaps you will eventually find a hole in the floor. But, looking down it, you cannot see the bottom. Do you dare leap down, not knowing the end? If you do, the passage seems to go far too long to be healthy. The rush of air and the feel of fraying wallpaper comes until you find yourself deposited on the ground of Trench, in front of the statue of the Tower, or in front of the gates of Gaze.

The less fortunate may finally find writing on the walls. Someone else has been in this place. But, as the cryptic words proclaim the need to S̵̨̡̟̗̰̝͚̲̦̗͔̥̞̈͂̆̿̐́̅̓͐͝T̸̠̥̰̭͎͙̮̬͋̀͛̓̽̚Ā̷̧̮̣̪̤̠̫̤͔̩̥̾̊̍̊̀̇͋̍̚͜͝͝Y̶͓̟̍̆̍ ̴̭̲̀͘͝S̵̨͖̩̻̰͇͎̠̻͚͓̱͇̭͖͒̋͆̀͐͋̾̆͝͝T̴̮̹̫̞̘̈́̏̐̒̋̎͛̂̽̅Ĩ̵͙̖̟̥̤̲̆̈́́͘ͅͅL̵͖̣̫̙̹̊͜L̷̫̠̒̽͌͘͠. A ghastly sound erupts from behind you, complete with unnatural, horrid breathing. Steps come towards you unnaturally fast. If you move, look to turn, there is a vision of something black moving into your field of vision, just before a bone-crushing force claims life and in the next moment you wake, screaming at the feet of the gates to Gaze, or the Tower's statue. Remain absolutely still, and the puff of a breath, the smell of cow hair and breath grazes over the shoulder before eventually storming away behind, until the sound is gone, and the unlucky are left to continue searching until they find a hole leading out.


NOTES:
1. Any step backwards can cause someone to end up between places, participating in this event. Exiting requires either falling through one of the holes in the floor or being killed by the unnamed creatures residing between spaces.
2. If a character dies in this event, they do not undergo normal death effects. They awaken in one of the locations indicated, gasping for breath. While harrowing, and possibly a source of nightmares for the next few days, not to mention chills for an hour or two, there is no further apparent harm.
3. It is possible to encounter this prompt throughout the year. At one random, unpredictable day each month (listed above), the space between spaces is accessible. A person could theoretically fall in on that day, following the rules as above.
4. Mapping the space between spaces is difficult, but not impossible. Perhaps there are other locations within the labyrinthian mass, but for now at least they are not findable.
5. If the natives are asked about this place, they will make a warding sign and refuse to speak of them. At most, they will say something about the "veins of the tower."

ABSOLUTE IMMERSION
WHEN: Last Week of August through all of September
WHERE: Gaze, and somewhere else
CONTENT WARNINGS: Possible Life-threatening experiences, Distorted Realities, Fourth Walling, Content Depending upon the Canon Referenced


As the month of September approaches, and Mariana shows signs of having cooled in her wrath, the people of Trench begin to relax once again. Hoping to keep level heads and to promote learning, the Arcane Scholars of Gaze have opened the private stores of more rare texts from the Archaic Archives. Trundling carts of books are being brought out by roped and masked individuals who kindly offer one to anyone who wishes to partake. They limit each guest to three, though they seem happy to trade a book for a book, so it's always possible to get more. They ask only that the books be returned by the end of the month for cleaning and maintenance. Whispers among the Disciples still with ruffled feathers at Mariana's wrath are that this is Never Mind's way of reasserting himself after strange magical books have been found around town. No Arcane Scholar will acknowledge such gossip, however.

The books seem harmless enough. What is wrong with a little light reading? The fiction within is quite enthralling, though after a page or two, a creepy familiarity to the book's contents comes to whoever reads. There is a sense of deja vu, and only when it is too late do they realize that it feels like they are reading the memories and recollections of someone else, perhaps someone that they know! In that moment, they will feel an inexorable pull as the book seems to literally suck them into it, along with anyone unlucky enough to be next to them!

Those who read these magical books will find themselves trapped in an event within another canon reality. The intent, of course, is to broaden their horizons and experiences, to teach moral lessons through new memories, but as always Never Mind seems not to understand the possible perils. The scenario that they find themselves in, which may be of any canon, is always one of immediate and very real peril, a time in which the character's life is put into immediate and very real peril. They have to prevail or flee successfully to escape the chapter and end the book, though for their troubles it is quite possible that they might bring something back with them. Hopefully it's nothing dangerous!

NOTES:
1. Any Canon may be used, including canons not present in the game. Players are encouraged to use their imaginations, though it is worth being aware that the entirety of the Cthuluh Mythos may be found among these collections, should one wish to utilize these books.
2. There is an actual physical threat that is present in whatever scene is viewed. If it is necessary, a threat is fabricated from the fringes of the memory, even if this changes the canonical scene. It is a real threat and can cause death or harm. However, these threats are killable through all normal fashions, and can be escaped by clever captives. Once escaped or defeated, the sleeper is deposited out of the book.
3. The books are absolutely indestructible, and even if the sleeper does not return them, ravens will break into their home (ruining a window and making a mess) to retrieve all books by the end of September. Multiple books can be enjoyed throughout the month.
4. Items retrieved may be anything from any canon which does not count as a significant power acquisition. Weapons can be brought, though they will be mundane once they emerge in Trench. Players are limited to retrieving one item from another canon per character during the month.

CODING
melodramatrauma: (On the level)

[personal profile] melodramatrauma 2022-08-28 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Funny how often I hear that. No one truly appreciates you until you give something to them, until then they're ready to toss you away without a second thought. Just remember though, my help won't always be free.

(Double trouble watched while the child went back to stomping, all that energy, all that frustration, it was so tangible and raw. In a way, it reminded Double Trouble of another little kitten who they'd taken interest in for a bit.

Ah yes and about ten feet from where they'd started there was a crack as the carpet sagged just beneath the stomping feet.)

Guess there's no need to look for a latch.
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (hundred miles an hour)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-28 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
(jinx blows raspberries with her mouth and a snort. is this what this girl truly thinks? that magic is supposedly to make people happy and filled with sparkles and glitter?)

You gotta be pullin' my leg here. Listen kid, there's a lotta magic user baddies who will do the most cruelest things to people with usin' their talents. It's a no brainer who has power will use it on unexpected victims. — It's what I would do if I had the talent.

(if she had arcane talent, there is no doubt in her mind she would use it on all the enforcers or even the pilities back home. to cause all sorts of havoc, destruction, mayhem -- to have them fall to their knees and pleading for her to spare them. it's a delicious fantasy, really. a dream she often thinks about.)

That would be one way of lookin' at this. Magic in, magic out.
Edited 2022-08-28 02:57 (UTC)
freckled_doll: (Freckles: Smile)

[personal profile] freckled_doll 2022-08-28 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Doll had no knowledge of monsters, or threats in the night, other than those that came from people that were less than friendly. But so far she'd only met those that were dismissive rather than threatening. In the face of the large black wolf that was at her face, Doll didn't seem to mind at all or show a sign of fear. It was like one of the animals that Beast would have tamed, but the way that it wagged its tail and sniffed made it clear that it was friendly.

And so Doll greeted in kind and offered it a small scratch right behind the ear before stepping a little closer and giving more attention and pets.

"Hello there, you're not lost too are you? You don't seem like you're lost."
dohaeris: (conversational)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-08-28 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[sansa gives a small snort of laughter, dropping a coil from the skein of thread around her wrist. she can work with this.]

Well, that's good. I'd rather it be you. I shouldn't like to die at the hands of my enemies; I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

[her omen winter cries overhead:

"You aren't dying. Not today."

sansa rolls her eyes. she follows jinx at a careful pace.
]

We'd only go back to the ocean, here. It isn't the best month for it, but we could still swim to shore. I think it helps if you have good chakra control. I could teach you some of the technique, if you like.

[it's the main way sansa interacts with her own magic. she thinks it could help jinx with her coldblood magic, too.]
faceblocks: (shock 2)

[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-28 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[this is bad - she knows it's bad and that it's about to go to worse as jinx stares not at but through her - jinx's no hitting her with a sickening chill - all wide eyes and ragged breath - and ...ice.

vi takes a second to process that - the sheen of white on hair, the spike of it from the ground beneath - frozen daggers of that no (user name not found) splitting the air between them just before her sister bolts.

of course, vi runs after her.]


Jinx!!

Powder!!

[fang stays behind, guarding the bag and all its contents - after all, once the bag is lost it doesn't respawn - and any one of these people could just take it - especially if they have seen the weapons that came out of it. she will grow to direwolf size and circle around behind the fresh spike of ice and stay right here, please and fucking thank you.

vi doesn't look down as she's running (she's not losing her sister to this fucking ocean not again not now you said you'd try to stay) and she skids where jinx had stumbled - icy steps both speeding her up and slowing her down. she can't (and doesn't) know what was in her sister's head just then - whose voice - if any but her own had launched her toward the water - if she's just looking for him or if she plans to join him and just revert, lost to mariana's capricious whims (and maybe her own failure?) again.]


No! Don't---

[she remembers to remove her backpack as she runs toward the water, throwing it down onto the sand, the weight of the gauntlets anchoring it where it falls, and she runs until she's waist deep - freezing floes of ice slapping her as she pushes forward - and realizes two things as she comes closer. one: her sister is a coldblood. two: she's in this moment - frantically searching for silco. but not, at least not yet ...not trying to join him.

she'd done the same for jinx. she knows this shitty dance. it's awful and it's heartbreaking and it's cold. a chill runs through her again - a shiver of disgust at the part of her that's relieved he's gone. screams at it.]


Fuck!!

[she's looking too, as she wades closer - peering into the water and not seeing what she truly does not want to see, but it's more complicated than that, now.

why does she have to bear this news?]


He's ....he's gone back.

[there's defeat in her voice, but not without a trace of panic.]
Edited 2022-08-28 03:14 (UTC)
opheliac: (っ °Д °;)っ (with my ear up to the ground)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-28 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
(she doesn't want to give up. she can't give up and even with vi's words are speaking truth -- she refuse to believe it. but by each second that passes, jinx loses her momentum; arms slowly down with the splashing around to search until finally she halts.

her head is duck low as she tries to throw back her tears and swallow the huge lump in her throat. 'it's okay. don't cry. you're perfect.' the words of him echoes for her; shimmer tears trickle down her cheeks. she doesn't need to look up to know that chalk-like scribbles of his name is hovering all around her. jinx wraps her arms around herself -- holding herself so tightly as snowflakes sprinkle gently down to the waters. )



Why...? Why do I keep ruining everything...? I'm already jinxing things up. Even here I... I can't get away from it.

(her voice is very low but if vi listens very carefully, she is able to hear her mutter this to herself. and with her nails piercing sharply at her own skin, she subconsciously freezes the water around her. luckily, vi is still free to roam around in the waters but for jinx, she stuck herself there -- unable to break free or wiggle around. but does she want to? not really. a walking curse like her belongs to be isolated and away from everyone and everything. she is born to lose and to be damned no matter where she is, no matter how many times she can restart herself.)
cuddlery: (beats me)

II

[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-08-28 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[The new arrival is a tall scorpion woman who has landed on the floor in a crumpled heap. Scorpia groans as she tries to come to her senses.]

Walking? Oh yeah, that's a thing I can do. I do it all the time! You know, got to get your steps in.

[She gives a soft chuckle to punctuate her sincere point, but doesn't seem like she's in a rush to actually demonstrate that, though. Still, she does slowly start to peel herself off the floor.]

Um... you got an idea what's going on? Or where we are?

[She's been thrown into enough random places during her times in these Deer worlds that she knows the answer is most likely 'no'. But it can't hurt to make sure!]
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[personal profile] threelayers 2022-08-28 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
She took that hand and got up, standing and dusting herself off before looking over at the girl, reaching up to give her a thumbs up and grinning, to show that she was fine. That lasted all of a few seconds before she just kind of stared around at the yellowing, faded, familiar and yet inherently wrong walls that seemed to just stretch out to infinity.

She gave Marci a curious look, raising an eyebrow. Any ideas here?
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[personal profile] withfocus 2022-08-28 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"It feels like there's something here," Naoki agrees. He can't exactly say how he knows that feeling. This place doesn't feel safe.

The comment about coming back to life makes Naoki pause, stopping in his tracks for a moment. "Really? How does that work?"

He's seen weirder things, but honestly not by much.
knowsvinewhip: (Not sure if want)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-28 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Well that changed things. A lot. And feels rather typical if he's being honest with himself. Why would there be a normal giant crab? Why would that ever happen? Of course it's poisonous.

It's stupid to just stand there and continue to poke the crustacean, especially with nothing incredibly important at risk here. No lives at stake. No dire need of crab meat. There's absolutely no reason to risk himself.

So. Hakkai steps back.

Several long steps. Enough to stoop and grab a bit of driftwood. "Well, that certainly won't make collecting shellfish easy..."
knowsvinewhip: (Getting ready to talk)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-28 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately, I've no effective treatment for pride."

The smile here may as well be a grimace. It's sort of hard to tell. But the outstretched hand doesn't retract. He still holds it out, in case the stranger wishes or needs it. Though while he keeps his eyes roaming the halls.

Extremely blank... similar halls. Worrying.

"I'm afraid not." But moving right along - "I'm also afraid I've yet to locate a way out."
martyrofduty: (g1deon!face action time)

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-08-28 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Duty nods. His instinct agrees. Whether it's creatures or environment, it'll be something. Never Mind may be considered reliable, but reliable isn't safe. He pauses a moment, listening carefully. One hand goes to his waist.

"Become a squid again," Duty answers. He's experienced it personally, and it's not quite the same as washing ashore without a death. Still, it could be worse. He motions them on.

Around a corner, something is on the wall. Duty stops as soon as he reads the words. One hand remains on the spear, but he doesn't extend it even as some terrible noise comes behind them. Not turning his head, he looks sideways at the kid. Here it goes, kiddo.
saltyadam: (adam-017)

[personal profile] saltyadam 2022-08-28 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Who does? Adam thinks but doesn't bother to say. Shaking his head he accepts the man's hand and stands, brushing dirt off of himself where he can.

He seems remarkably unruffled by all this.

"Unfortunately the Trench is like this sometimes. What's the last thing you remember?"
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[personal profile] withfocus 2022-08-28 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
"This place has a thing for monster seafood."

As they go around the corner a wisp of smoke starts to emerge from Naoki. It takes a familiar shape, basically a butterfly of some king while also looking more like a Rorschach blot than an actual insect.

"Aradia?" Naoki asks, but still follows close to Duty. That sense of danger he has is rapidly spiking and Naoki is visibly tense. The strange not-a-butterfly lands just above the words written on the wall and flattens itself down to look more like it too is drawn on the wall.

Duty had already gone still, and Naoki now knows why. He goes still too just before he hears the horrible sound of some creature and rapid footsteps. Naoki desperately wants to turn around and face the threat, but he's read enough myths and stories about situations like this.

Duty has been here longer, so Naoki focuses on him and holds his breath.
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[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-08-28 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Though he can only guess exactly when she comes from, Duty is fairly sure he knows more of Judith Deuteros than she of him, Duty or Pyrrha Dve. Training cannot cover everything. It has to be shaped to purpose, and Judith's experiences stray far from her predicted career path. No one would knowingly risk a House's heir get taken captive by Blood of Eden. There's so much more preparation she could have been given, except had they known, it never would have happened.

"They are guidelines," he says, "not rules." Rules cannot suffice. At the end of the day, her judgment is what she has. Her judgment and that of those who are with her.
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[personal profile] offinventory 2022-08-28 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
It steps back to catch the injured human's arm and to prevent her from falling. The drastic and immediate change in location is like that in a serial or, locally, lamp travel. Courtesy of some Pthumerian. Murderbot complains under its breath. Threat assessment levels spike, and immediately a dark reddish swarm of drones manifests above its head.

"If it has drinks, I would advise against consuming them," it comments to the soldier. Inebriation won't help with this situation. The drones separate into smaller swarms. Half stay in formation above it, and two groups fly off in either direction. "Lets see what we have."
knowsvinewhip: (Tab A into slot B?)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-28 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Have you ever been here before?"

To this specific place, he means. Wherever the hell they are. If this city is just "like this", then maybe they can locate a way out again.

"On the beach, I believe. I'd turned around to answer a question, and here I found myself."
martyrofduty: (g1deon!face oh?)

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-08-28 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Duty holds, ready to spin and fight should the kid break. They cannot see whatever approaches them from behind, but the unknown beings, the source of those footfalls, breath against his neck. His collar ripples in the close moist air, and goosebumps crawl down his spine. No herald would get so close without attacking, but this creature is something else.

The moment stretches on.



Something turns on its heel, the air swirling behind him, and heavier steps sound off behind him. Duty waits until there is silence, ten seconds longer, and straightens. Nothing is there when he turns his head at last. They are alone.

"Well done," Duty tells the kid. His attention turns toward the misshapen concept of a butterfly, flat against the wall. "Your omen."
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[personal profile] saltyadam 2022-08-28 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately no." He sighed, giving up on getting himself clean.

What did he have on him that might be useful? Not a lot. His device of course, a pocket knife. He sighed.

"We probably ought to explore a bit then. Be careful though, this place likes to spring nasty surprises on us."
knowsvinewhip: (Know that it doesn't hurt me?)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-28 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh?"

Nasty surprises. Why does that not even remotely surprise him at this point. Unlike the other man, all he's got are the clothes he's wearing, and the lovely set of jewelry on one ear. The ocean hadn't even seen fit to give him his eyewear, so rude.

"Dare I ask what sort of nasty surprises might await us?"
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[personal profile] withfocus 2022-08-28 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
The breath reminds Naoki of some of the more animalistic demon he's encountered. Bicorn or Chimera or Orthus. The feeling of it on his neck and horn makes it harder not to turn and fight, but staring at Duty makes it a little easier.

He remains tense for several long moments until the feeling of danger fades back down to simply 'not safe'.

"Thanks." Naoki says, walking over to examine the strange butterfly shape. Definitely not Aradia, but it holds her shape and reminds Naoki of his failures and the people he's lost. After a moment it starts to flex its wings again, and Naoki holds up his hands as it flutters around and then lands in his palms. Looking at it, Naoki has a bit of a sad expression on his face.

"I thought they were supposed to be a reflection of us." But maybe he's reading into it wrong.
martyrofduty: (g1deon!face profile shirtless)

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-08-28 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
He inclines his head briefly, instead of saying you're welcome. So few words are needed much of the time. They're both still breathing, not experiencing coming back as a squid, so it's something. As fitting of timing that would be, dying isn't high on his agenda for the day.

As expected of omens, this one means something to the kid. Something akin to Alfred or Cristabel, in some respects, than Duty's omen. Something familiar in something new. Something heartbreaking.

"Your mileage may vary," Duty answers. A reflection of some kind. Not always what you want. "What's it mean?"
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[personal profile] withfocus 2022-08-28 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"It's the same way Aradia appears." Naoki glances over at Duty. "The goddess of freedom. My teacher thought she would help, but she doesn't have the same power the other gods did. All she has to give people is hope."

She's the one Naoki would have picked to make the new world if she'd ever given Takao what she needed for that. At least, he hoped she'd make a good world.

"But I followed her advice. The path she told me to take was the one I wanted anyway."
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-28 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
The nets aren't easy, haven't been. Focus - that takes Robby a few hours to get the hang of, when frustration bubbles easily at clumsy fingers not used to the pattern they need to fall into. He hasn't gotten the years of experience to do this through worn repetition, just this day; and while the fishing line can't dig as hard into fingers already calloused, they leave them tingling, feeling stiff.

Robby's rubbing them to ease the feeling when the voice speaks above, an offer that lifts his chin quick. Trench is dangerous, but there's plenty of people around, no reason to be on alert; so there's a curious look at what the promise of food will bring, expression unguarded. At least, for the second or so as a face that should be unrecognisable seems to nag as something else in the back of his mind. An open mouth that would respond, but puzzle pieces are beginning to click: a guy seen from a distance coming out from a shabby-looking warehouse, his dad, the smile and an embrace--

He closes his mouth, brow furrowing slightly, eyes studying Paul in that second or so before Robby's gaze goes down.

"I don't have anything for it," comes his answer, a note detached, in a way that expresses he should be passed over, go and try with the next person. He's managed to lose the arrival robes to something more him, a style that speaks of where he comes from: blue jeans, black shirt, and a bomber jacket over that to keep off the chill.

Maybe familiar, maybe not. He certainly doesn't share a particular someone's hair or eyes, his green and brown.
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[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-08-28 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
Just what anyone needs—gods fighting over whatever is within their reach. Naturally, whichever one would do the most could has the least reach. Hope, however, is no small thing in an otherwise hopeless world. It's not what Duty places his bets on, but he appreciates it nonetheless. The hope that John will continue to do better until those decisions are who he is. It's a long road.

The shape makes sense. Something/someone significant to him. Duty looks at the omen and kid together. "Is it her?" he asks because that can happen.

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