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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!

SEPTEMBER 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.

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IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand


On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy. They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the

What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.

Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.

Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
A FADED MEMORY
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse


It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!

The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.

The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!

The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.

Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.

No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.

FRIEND OR FOE
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation


The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?

If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.

Strange.

If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?

It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.

CODING
cloversandcranes: (Uh I don't think-...)

A faded Memory (I AM HERE! FINALLY! (Makoto is a Paleblood)

[personal profile] cloversandcranes 2022-10-04 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Makoto had joined Ryouma on his adventure to the lighthouse out of concern. As much as he sometimes wished he didn't volunteer for missions like this, it would be worse for him to ignore it. So with the help of Ryouma they quickly made a makeshift raft to use to get to the lighthouse.

By the time they made it to their intended location, Makoto was soaked and tired. He had let Ryouma lead, trailing behind like a waterlogged puppy. Trying to shake some of the water off, he stopped when his companion paused in the doorway. Before he could ask, he heard Ryouma's words. ...Did he?]


...That's one way to say it.

[That was terrible joke.]
prebaked: (pic#)

[personal profile] prebaked 2022-10-04 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
( She withdraws rather quickly then, fighting any instinct to immediately leave. She can't even entertain the thought of cookies being something to eat. )

... I've never heard of anyone perfectly alright with eating their own kind. ( Humans are really quite strange. She can't help but wonder if the witches at home are similar to the people here. )

But, I think you're mistaken. There's no cookie that would be alright with the idea of being eaten.
disbanding: (UXqXvt3 (1))

[personal profile] disbanding 2022-10-04 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
The shockwave is going to flatten this beach.

[There's a sex joke in there somewhere, but he'll just let it hang. Honestly if that lighthouse just abruptly started flying all over the place, he wouldn't be too surprised.]

Someone could put up a memorial.
necroprince: (4)

[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-04 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you must be a very uptight bunch then. Really? No mouth stuff? God, what a nightmare.

[She's not sure if cookies have genitalia. No wonder it seems so miserable.

She kind of wants to dissect this cookie, to see if there's flesh beneath the crust. If there's blood, bone and a soul. Buuuut she's not that crazy.

So instead she just looks at the cookie with a smirk.]


So, what? Humans don't exist where you're from? You're just all cookie people? Sounds yummy.
necroprince: (5)

[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-04 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's how you know it was good, I suppose.

[She smiles sardonically.]

Brilliant way to commend the bravery of the poor fools who made it. Say, I have just the idea of how it should be shaped...
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[personal profile] chenqing_player 2022-10-04 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian makes a habit of always coming to the shores to watch for new arrivals. Part of him is there because he wants to help anyone that might need it. He knows how rough it is for anyone that is stepping foot onto these strange worlds for the first time. And part of him is because he is always searching for a familiar face. Someone from his world that he can rejoice in seeing.

This would not be one of those faces. Familiar but certainly not worthy of any sort of celebration. If he is surprised at all by the arrival of Jin Guangyao, his face doesn't show it. Instead he watches as the man takes a very ungraceful tumble to the sand.

"I would have thought you'd be used to the sight of disembodied parts." He bends down and collects one of the eyes, rubbing the sand off with his sleeve. He has grown far too used to all manner of disturbing things while in this place...and the place before this one. A nest of eyes is just another day, another oddity.
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[personal profile] acidjail 2022-10-04 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ The strange woman continues to behold him like he's some unusual variety of jellyfish flopping about more than a man, without a speck of human sympathy. ]

I took a boat.

[ One she made of and by herself, but that's hardly the point. The point, as she skims him up and down with still-narrowed (slightly unfocused) eyes, is that she took a sensible conveyance, and he did not.

(There is no boat to be seen on the coast. When it reached the shore, it went wrong. She had to take it back apart.) ]


You didn't aspirate anything too badly - the state of your feet, though -

[ She clucks her tongue and levers herself off the sand, not without some visible effort. She isn't very physically intimidating, for all that it's worth. Some of that comes down to her damp, fuzzily lined boots, more like slippers than real outdoor shoes. ]

You'll attract crabs. Is that what you want? All those awful clacking claws?
poorlittlesange: (awake and alarmed)

[personal profile] poorlittlesange 2022-10-04 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Well that is certainly not true. Jin Guangyao's father loves sycophants. He holds court before a simpering, oily flock of them daily.

Still, he's miscalculated--he hates miscalculating--but manages not to let the sudden, violent flash of outrage at his mistake manifest itself on his face. Perhaps a different approach, if he can only avoid rousing her ire further; he avoids offering up an explicit apology and instead only dips his head once in acknowledgement. "Lady Dimitrescu," he repeats politely, "perhaps--"

But whatever else he intends to say is cut short abruptly as a convenient plot device a pair of Wakers approach them both where they stand on the shore. One of the Wakers, cheerily apologizing for the delay, foists a parcel off into Jin Guanyao's arms, which is how he finds himself suddenly in possession of a curious bag composed of exquisite, golden silk brocade.
poorlittlesange: (resting jgy face)

[personal profile] poorlittlesange 2022-10-04 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ryouma's compliment earns him a brief, piercing look, a switchblade of an expression that is safely done away with as soon as Jin Guangyao determines (for the moment, anyway) that Ryouma is not mocking him. The smile doesn't return to his face because it never left in the first place. "Thank you, Sakamoto-gongzi," he replies. The placement of the term appended as it is to Ryouma's family name, and spoken with such precise courtesy, should reveal it to be an honorific.

He turns to look back out towards the lighthouse and takes a breath, gathering his thoughts. "I think," he begins again, "that I can perhaps make the journey by sword. But it would be quite unfortunate to discover that I am wrong halfway to the far shore." Unfortunate, and possibly deadly. He would prefer not to die (again) so soon. He looks Ryouma's way again. "Do you have any ideas for how to get across the water?"
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[personal profile] prebaked 2022-10-04 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
What?

( She has no idea what she could even mean by that... What does eating others have to do with someone being uptight? )

... The witches look similar to others here, but we're not to go near them. To me, it's far more odd that others aren't familiar with the idea of cookies being magical beings.
poorlittlesange: (can i not get a fucking break)

cw for descriptions of canon typical xue yang corpse desecration

[personal profile] poorlittlesange 2022-10-04 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
The way Jin Guangyao's entire body jolts just at the familiar timbre of Wei Wuxian's voice is a little reminiscent of how an unfortunate corpse laid out on Xue Yang's table might twitch or spasm as that precocious delinquent merrily hammered his nails into their skulls as part of his passion project. Jin Guangyao squeezes his eyes shut and lets his head drop back down into the sand. There is no dignity left for him to salvage from the cutting room floor, no way to save face in front of Wei Wuxian. He cannot be fucking bothered, and isn't that something of a relief, somehow?

Flatly, without feeling: "Wei-gongzi." He draws in a slow, unsteady breath, then lets it out again. "Is this hell?"
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1. shore

[personal profile] noniad 2022-10-04 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ortus has seen stranger things in his life than a woman devouring metal on the beach. Not many, as some might reckon it, or a rather large amount, as he does. But he is not left entirely petrified by it, which is the critical thing.

He cannot see her eyes well from the angle he approaches her at, squinting against the glare off the ocean even through his tinted glasses. (Not nearly as dramatic as Gideon's, but they serve him well in place of his veils, which flutter too much in surface winds.) He hopes very much that they are sane. Perhaps this is a custom of her people. ]


Hello?

[ He calls, softly, unassuming in plain every day skull paint and black garb. ]

Are you... [ Already, he half-regrets coming this far; he once knew how to mind his own affairs. ] ...hungry?
sleepinglyra: (embarassed sigh)

1. hello fellow coldblood!

[personal profile] sleepinglyra 2022-10-04 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Sheliak also lingered in the shallow water. He felt connected to it in a way he couldn't quite place and he was reluctant to leave. His reluctance only grew as he felt his body reshaping itself. He squeezed his eyes shut as he was overwhelmed by the strange ebb and flow of his new senses. It felt like he was fighting between two very different forms, one that let him feel and one that took that away. He grabbed a fistful of sand in a desperate attempt to keep the rough texture from vanishing, only for it to slip away. His voice felt foreign as he sighed in frustration. He couldn't tell what was real like this and he opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his attention was Ryouma's naked body.

He quickly sat up and turned away with a polite, but insistently loud cough.]


As relaxing as napping is, this is hardly the place for it.
disbanding: (7SvavDC)

[personal profile] disbanding 2022-10-04 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, now - now he actually chuckles. At commemorating phallic architects.]

Do you now. You could build a sandcastle for it— that might stop the urge to swim out there.

[He glances down - then stoops, scooping up yet another abandoned eyeball. Hm!! His little dog yips, but he holds it up and tosses it towards Ianthe, instead. Ball count: one.]

For accuracy. [an eye....] Well. Creative license.
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2022-10-04 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ The mention of Chozen does tip the scale over in Terry's favour. That's not something the other could even have guessed about, after all - which means that Terry has got to be from a future point in time for sure, even if Daniel has no idea just how far ahead he is.

But it also immediately strikes a chord within him. He has no idea about context here. He can't imagine sending Chozen and Johnny somewhere without him being there alongside them, let alone straight into a house invasion. But even without context, the more important part is the way Terry makes it sound like he did something. And Chozen-- he's Daniel's responsibility, he was the one who dragged the other man into this. Even the thought of something happening to Johnny, despite their difficulties-- ]


What?

[ Daniel's advantage is gone, dropped in an instant. Maybe he was a fool for thinking that he could keep his cool in the face of the man standing in front of him, even just on the outside, when it were Terry's hands that partially formed Daniel into what he is today.

When he can feel a fire starting to burn in the pit of his stomach, his weight shifting from his heels to the balls of his feet, just so he can lean upward a little more, moving closer rather than backing off, agitation growing.

His tone drops, his voice tighter. ]


What did you do?
dynatox: (terry // 102)

[personal profile] dynatox 2022-10-04 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
What did I do? It concerns me that you're asking that question when your friends are the ones who broke into my house, drunk.

[ He feigns offense, but Daniel's reaction is enough to keep him happy on the inside. At last he can make him squirm like he always wanted to. ]

What did they do? Aren't you wondering that? Well, they assaulted an old man.

[ He shrugs, and starts pacing, circling around Daniel like they're predator and prey. And in a way, they are, aren't they? And Terry's been so much kinder to his little mouse than most snakes would be. ]

An old man who happened to be a master swordsman, something you might have known if you ever bothered to me what I've been up to all these years. [ A short chuckle. ] You can appreciate a little samurai justice, can't you?
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[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-04 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, you poor thing.

She laughs lowly, it's not a cackle, but there is something distinctly nasty about it. There's something nasty about everything that Ianthe does, really. She's the nasty twin.]


Witch, hm. [It's a word that she's heard Blood of Eden spit out at their kind. She can't say she's familiar with it.] You're just food where I come from. Baked, tasty and crunchy. Luckily I was nice enough to let you start talking before attempting to eat you, hmm? Others might not be as temperate.
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[personal profile] acidjail 2022-10-04 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something less than a smile but more than a grimance glances off the line of Mercy's mouth like shrapnel. She takes a half-step towards her that happens to align with another look shot to the lighthouse, a coincidental closing in. ]

It's rotten work.

[ Mercy never felt any particular collegiality with the Third baby when she was alive, and certain that the babies would soon not be, if there was any fairness left to be found in universe. It's a little funny, even to her, that only in her abrupt retirement that she finds the slightest thing in common with Ianthe Tridentarius. ]

I filled the gaps with projects...but I hardly need to instruct you in maintaining a side venture.

[ It's barbed, angled toward a sardonic note closer to Patience than she'd care to have pointed out. They know what projects Mercy set herself; she knows the girl-creature knows that Mercy suspects that there was something Ianthe was working on in her spare hours. She simply hadn't cared. She still doesn't, really. Everyone should have a lab of their own.

Then, carelessly indifferent: ]


So Patience, too, then?
Edited 2022-10-04 17:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2022-10-04 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You're trying to tell me you fought them with a samurai sword? That's insane. Even for you. [ There's still agitation in his tone, but it's mixed with scepticism now. Even though it still bothers him. He'd love to dismiss this story, but Terry knows about Chozen, even though he shouldn't.

And then there's the fact that if he was going to lie, surely he would think up a more believable story than this one. ]


How do you expect me to believe even one bit of a story like that?

[ Yet Daniel is still tense. Because he can't dismiss the possibility either. Not fully. It shows in how every single inch of his body seems tense as he stands there, trying to keep his eyes on the other man as he moves around Daniel. ]

You're lying, Silver. [ There's an extra edge to Daniel's voice as he says it. Because this is what it always comes down to between them, doesn't it? The very crux of all of their interactions, of what the man did to Daniel decades ago.

Maybe Terry thinks he's still that teenager. That nothing has changed. That he can fool Daniel, over and over and over again, bend him to his will. ]
You always lie to me.
towards_okeanos: (wink)

[personal profile] towards_okeanos 2022-10-04 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It might have been familiarity that made Iskandar approach her in the first place. Chaldea was always a grand place with many Servants. Not all of them Iskandar sadly remembers. He might have seen her in passing, might recognize her if he witnessed her in battle, but as she is now, standing on the boardwalk of Trench, he does not recognize. Which is bound to haunt him for days, for he's always valued his ability to remember people.

Fortunately, his last sea expedition proved both frustrating in its consequences and fruitful in its result. He has means to be generous. Once the trade is made and one candied apple is acquired, he turns back to Abigail with the apple wrapped in a piece of colourful paper in his outstretched hand.

"There you go. One candied apple to brighten your day."
dynatox: (terry // 119)

[personal profile] dynatox 2022-10-04 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's insane to you small-minded sorts who never look beyond what's right in front of their faces.

[ Or who aren't rich enough to buy whatever they want, take whatever lessons they want, and go wherever they want. He's a billionaire; he can have a room full of cool swords if he wants to. ]

Your friend brought his sai. It was only fair that I have a weapon of my own. [ And Chozen put up a good fight with them, a little detail that Terry leaves out to spare his own pride.

He adjusts the bundled gi he's been holding at his side, that this world was kind enough to return to him. At a glance it's just a rolled up gi, upon closer inspection it looks like it might be rolled around something. ]


Would you like to see it, Danny? I ought to let it rest after a good fight, but I'd always pull it out for you.
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2.

[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-10-04 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is a boy in the doorway, and he looks at the woman cradling the skull as one stricken. Fear licks up his bones like the rasp of a lion's tongue and puddles in his blue-green eyes, but it's not the fear of - it is the fear for.

His hands come up palms outward and empty in appeasement, and he flows down to one bent knee with the practiced grace of a knife fighter. His breathing holds to a rhythm even while his pulse kicks in the hollow of his throat. He stays intent on her sunset golden eyes, that much loved color in the wrong face, again, as his own shine with light not in this butcher's chamber.

(There is no one behind him in the doorway, no dark haired, many limbed churn of salt and tide, and if there was, no one is already gone.) ]


Do you know me?
iaiafhtagn: (Pancakes?)

[personal profile] iaiafhtagn 2022-10-04 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Gosh that doesn't help at all, Mr. Big Alexander! She only just recently got de-squidified, and was even being good! Not bad like when she's first arrived.

Abigail doesn't look upset, more shocked when he actually buys her the treat in question. Even more when he offers it out. Was he trying to butter her up? Hm, no, Mr. Iskandar is still Mr. Iskandar. She reaches a hand out, dangers curling around the treat from beneath long, frumpy sleeves. Then pauses. Mm.... no, don't be too greedy!

"Oh, um... a-are you sure?"

A smile, still shocked and shy! "I dont want to impose!"
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-10-04 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Huh. Robby can't really provide an answer, nothing that's likely to be satisfactory. Place is weird, and a wedding can have plenty of pictures that even the groom would know about. ...but also, not one to be found in a kid's orphanage, to be fair.

Not the question of the bag makes him look himself, and he huffs lightly. ]
--wasn't that much. I help around the docks; few of the guys got me to bring them here.

[ He knows how that sounds, get the kid to take the bits and bobs over, but there's a slight fondness that doesn't mind it, for more than just a good-hearted reason. He likes some of the people there; and anyway, he's never got much better to do. ]

This place is weird. [ There, there's his unuseful remark on where mysteriously framed photographs could appear. ] --All these washing up now, and your wedding photo? It could be something to do with the city.

[ His mouth pulls, a small shift of his shoulders that might be a shrug. ]

Reality doesn't make sense here most of the time.
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2022-10-04 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
.. for me.

[ Daniel scoffs. Apparently just bright enough to catch onto that part of those words specifically, yet dumb enough for at least three layers of this to go right over his head. ]

Look. I don't know what kind of-- insane mind games you plan on playing this time. [ Because Terry does. He always does, and this is the exact moment where Daniel fiercely wishes he could be one step ahead of the other, rather than feeling like he's trailing behind, desperately trying to catch up. ] But there is absolutely no way you could have defeated Chozen.

[ He can't help but defend the other, despite Chozen not even being here. Maybe it's since something about what Terry said earlier still creeps right underneath Daniel's skin. Chozen fighting Terry, without him, weren't they supposed to work together on this-- ]

He is a man of honor. You're just a psychopath with-- [ His eyes fall on the bundle.

It does look like there could be something in there. Who knows if it's a sword. Does it matter if that part of it is real?

.. does it? Daniel hates the way Terry Silver's very presence seems to make him second guess everything. ]


-- with maybe a new toy.

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