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TEST DRIVE - BELLMARE MOUNTAINS
Hello and welcome to Phantasmal Rift's Test Drive Meme!
Test drive threads are assumed to be game canon for accepted characters unless otherwise noted, so don't feel like you'll have to introduce yourself a second time to everyone you meet! As an added bonus, participation in the test drive comes with the chance to earn up to two items of loot for your trouble! Characters who are accepted can earn one item for having a top level, and one for tagging out to someone else's top level! Your SWEET LOOT will be included with your acceptance notice.
Additionally, characters currently in game can earn themselves a piece of bonus loot for the dungeon by tagging people's top-levels on the test drive! Existing characters get their bonus loot along with the rest of their loot at the conclusion of the dungeon.
This test drive takes place in the Bellmare Mountain range, a chilly environment even when it's not locked in the dead of winter. Considering that November is just starting to bite - or is it, with the Fissure's time-displacement effect in place? - that makes for an extremely chilly reception for all of the new arrivals. If you're a person at risk of frostbite, you'd better hunker down in one of the scattered mountain cabins or find someone with extra snow gear, and quick.
Once you're a bit more warmed up, exploration of the area will reveal that it's largely abandoned, but there's still some evidence of past human habitation. Old chair lifts stand guard over untouched ski slopes, the remains of what was once a resort, and a handful of hiking paths twist back and forth through the mountain forests, the snow melting off them due to the magical crystals in the gravel that lines the paths.
LET IT SNOW
Chances are that, upon arriving, you find yourself outside in the snowfall. Hopefully you weren't from somewhere too terribly warm, but chances are that unless you were specifically in a cold environment before, you're going to be feeling the chill now. (Unless, of course, you're not human and don't get bothered by the cold. That happens.)
Fortunately, there are plenty of paths scattered around that are warm enough to keep the snow melted off of them - it shouldn't be that hard to stumble across one. The question then becomes, which way to shelter and civilization? You'll have to take a bit of a gamble, but it's almost certainly better than staying where you are and freezing.
LOCKED IN
How fortunate, then, that you were able to find shelter against the cold - at least for the time being. The wooden cabin is the exact opposite of luxury, but there's a bed and wood to make a fire in the fireplace, so you can't ask for terribly much else. Especially once night falls - or when the snow outside begins to fall in more than flurries - it's far better to be outside than in. Even if you can't figure out how to start the fire, the dimly glowing crystals that serve as fire starter will at least keep your hands warm.
Of course, with only a limited amount of shelter to go around in these mountain trails, it's fairly inevitable that you would have to share with someone... Hope they're friendly, otherwise this place is going to get awkward fast.
FROSTY THE - OH, MAN!
And if you're still running around outside, sooner or later you're almost certain to run into a deep patch of snow that rises up to meet you. These giant snowmen, ten feet tall and aggressive, stand up in response to anything that isn't the local wildlife approaching - and their goal is quite simple. Better watch out, because these guys are your own personal avalanche, seeking to bury you under themselves until either the cold or the weight saps the life out of you.
One's dangerous, but it's not uncommon to find them in groups of 3-5, either, which is where things start getting to be a problem. Luckily, it's possible to melt them down to nothing, or just blast them apart with pure force - the scattered snow won't rise again, at least not any time soon.
Test drive threads are assumed to be game canon for accepted characters unless otherwise noted, so don't feel like you'll have to introduce yourself a second time to everyone you meet! As an added bonus, participation in the test drive comes with the chance to earn up to two items of loot for your trouble! Characters who are accepted can earn one item for having a top level, and one for tagging out to someone else's top level! Your SWEET LOOT will be included with your acceptance notice.
Additionally, characters currently in game can earn themselves a piece of bonus loot for the dungeon by tagging people's top-levels on the test drive! Existing characters get their bonus loot along with the rest of their loot at the conclusion of the dungeon.
This test drive takes place in the Bellmare Mountain range, a chilly environment even when it's not locked in the dead of winter. Considering that November is just starting to bite - or is it, with the Fissure's time-displacement effect in place? - that makes for an extremely chilly reception for all of the new arrivals. If you're a person at risk of frostbite, you'd better hunker down in one of the scattered mountain cabins or find someone with extra snow gear, and quick.
Once you're a bit more warmed up, exploration of the area will reveal that it's largely abandoned, but there's still some evidence of past human habitation. Old chair lifts stand guard over untouched ski slopes, the remains of what was once a resort, and a handful of hiking paths twist back and forth through the mountain forests, the snow melting off them due to the magical crystals in the gravel that lines the paths.
LET IT SNOW
Chances are that, upon arriving, you find yourself outside in the snowfall. Hopefully you weren't from somewhere too terribly warm, but chances are that unless you were specifically in a cold environment before, you're going to be feeling the chill now. (Unless, of course, you're not human and don't get bothered by the cold. That happens.)
Fortunately, there are plenty of paths scattered around that are warm enough to keep the snow melted off of them - it shouldn't be that hard to stumble across one. The question then becomes, which way to shelter and civilization? You'll have to take a bit of a gamble, but it's almost certainly better than staying where you are and freezing.
LOCKED IN
How fortunate, then, that you were able to find shelter against the cold - at least for the time being. The wooden cabin is the exact opposite of luxury, but there's a bed and wood to make a fire in the fireplace, so you can't ask for terribly much else. Especially once night falls - or when the snow outside begins to fall in more than flurries - it's far better to be outside than in. Even if you can't figure out how to start the fire, the dimly glowing crystals that serve as fire starter will at least keep your hands warm.
Of course, with only a limited amount of shelter to go around in these mountain trails, it's fairly inevitable that you would have to share with someone... Hope they're friendly, otherwise this place is going to get awkward fast.
FROSTY THE - OH, MAN!
And if you're still running around outside, sooner or later you're almost certain to run into a deep patch of snow that rises up to meet you. These giant snowmen, ten feet tall and aggressive, stand up in response to anything that isn't the local wildlife approaching - and their goal is quite simple. Better watch out, because these guys are your own personal avalanche, seeking to bury you under themselves until either the cold or the weight saps the life out of you.
One's dangerous, but it's not uncommon to find them in groups of 3-5, either, which is where things start getting to be a problem. Luckily, it's possible to melt them down to nothing, or just blast them apart with pure force - the scattered snow won't rise again, at least not any time soon.
injury cw continues
He leans back as Izunia dumps more potions on him and he just sips at the ginger soda/potion. The shock at least is less problematic, the odd feeling like he's only partially there, the way his body screams it's agony. His hands grow steadier with each sip and he does at least manage a wry smile for Izunia.]
A shot of bourbon and this'd be perfect.
[A strained little laugh that aches but doesn't make it feel like his insides are being shredded.]
Stable's still better than I was expecting to happen. [A shrug and then he's drawing his knife from the thigh holster again, flipping it smoothly in his grip to hold the blade and offer the hilt to Izunia.] Just, try to leave the sash intact?
injury cw continues
[He's royalty. He's carrying.
Izunia looks at the knife and then shakes his head.]
I've got proper shears if we're going that route. Benefits to carrying an entire city's worth of supplies.
[And indeed, he pulls a pair of fabric shears out from that crystal sparkle and sets to work, cutting things apart in neat, careful lines.]
injury cw continues
[At least this is tasty enough without the burn. And the healing properties are doing more than the numbing burn or liquor would, he knows that, but fuck if knocking himself out right now doesn't sound like a good idea.
His dagger goes back into the thigh sheath, the extra strapping and reinforcement from that probably the only reason his leg didn't give out sooner. At least the left side of the uniform doesn't take much to peel it off. A single slice along the top of his shoulder and the entire jacket can be pulled away. The shirt will take a little more doing but it is a thin fabric and hardly worth using the sheers on.
There's a part of him that despises the very idea of disgracing the uniform like this but he knows, logically, there's no saving it at this point. Once the fabric is slit and cut away though the extent of the damage done by the ring becomes more apparent. It's not just his arm, his left shoulder, a large expanse of his chest on the left side fans out into the lines that crawl up his face. The network of fissures spanning across the top of his chest, skating over his clavicle to meet up with the older scaring. Both sides of his neck, both cheeks, down over the back of his shoulders and meeting beneath his hair. Thin streaks of silver now coloring dark hair where the scars have crept up to his scalp.
Nearly everything above the bloody smears of his abdomen is covered in the scrawling lines of magical burns. He'd felt it, before, of course he had. But now, looking down at the wreckage, he sucks in a hard breath, pale eyes flicking up to Izunia for one panicked moment.]
Shit.
more of the same
Even if the shirt underneath is about to fall off, Izunia trims it away anyway. Less pressure on the wounds that way than just ripping and pulling it.]
You're alright. Focus on breathing and leave the cleaning up to me.
[The blood he can handle, it's the healing that's difficult for him. The fact that Nyx is still conscious even as the adrenaline and magic both wear off is probably a good sign.
It's a good thing the burns don't much bleed, because that makes the cleaning up much easier.]
but he's not going to last much longer at least.
But it's hard to breathe around the pain and the settling realization that he's maybe not going to die. He's not entirely sure that's the better option right now. If he's pushed himself too far. If he's wrecked himself so thoroughly that he's not going to be able to keep fighting later then really what was the point?
He has to be able to keep moving and sitting here taking stock of his injuries is making it harder to believe that's a possibility. Especially when the only soothing voice he has belongs to the person that condemned him to this in the first place.]
If there's no fixing this... I'm never going to forgive you for not killing me in the first place.
[A rough snarl, all threatening bravado to make himself feel better.]
go to BED Nyx
It's Noctis' blue, in contrast to Ardyn's uncanny yellow, if Nyx had ever paid the Chancellor enough attention to notice that.]
If I didn't think you had a damn good chance, I wouldn't bother. I'm not an innocent who doesn't know the harsher hand of mercy, Nyx.
[The hand that kills and cauterizes rather than letting infection seep in.]
I will do everything in my considerable power to see you live, and not only for you.
[For himself, as well. For reclaiming the part of him the Ring took, for making right what he can make right, when there is nothing to do to fix things between him and Ardyn and Ravus won't even allow him to try.
This he can do.]
Turn your thoughts to the tomorrow you'll be seeing, because that is what will get you through.
you can't tell him what to do!
The words are too, the knowledge that if he was beyond all hope Izunia would put an end to him rather than let him suffer. He nods, slowly. A wry smile tugging at his lips at the line about the future.]
Never thought much about a future for me.
[Giving a future to those that wanted it, that deserved it. People like Lunafreya and Libertus, people that weren't too jaded to appreciate the time they'd been given. What was there for him to look forward to?
But then, in this new world, who knew what might be possible.
He slumps in the chair, settling back against it, his clean right hand dropping down to settle over Izunia's arm for a moment, squeezing once. Reassurance, gratitude. A silent offer of thanks. The future. Isn't that a novel idea? Something to look towards that's not just more fighting, more war. Maybe even the kind of peace Petra cherished so.
Once he makes the conscious decision to let himself relax, to let Izunia do what he needed and not fight to stay perfectly aware and scathing the entire time it's easier for him to let himself drift into a hazy kind of semi-aware state, focusing on the crackle of the fire and the smell of coffee and ginger instead of pain and potions.]
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[There was no future beyond the Dawn, not for anyone of the royal line. No place in which anything could be better, for any of them.
Except that now, there is. Except that there's Ardyn Tenmyouji and somewhere some Noctis running a cat cafe and Prompto and Ravus and Nyx, here in front of him, and the world that they can create going forward.
Izunia squeezes that hand back and sets to work. Burn cream, gauze, bandages, he has to make Nyx lean forward for a bit for that last but otherwise does his best to not disturb the man. The repetitive winding, in particular, seems to help calm Izunia's own nerves, until he's done about all he can do.
There might have been another elixir or two sprayed onto the worst as he worked. Not as though he can't make more of the damn things later.]
Still with me?
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Then Izunia speaks, draws Nyx back up into the moment and what, exactly, is happening and he nods. Vaguely at first before he blinks a few times, focusing hard on the man in front of him.]
Fine.
[Which was a lie and they both knew it but it didn't stop him from saying it.]
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I've done all I can for now, so I think it's probably best if we move you to the bed until the medic can get here. Think you're up to it?
[He says it knowing full well that Nyx will probably try, rather than let himself be carried.]
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[The answer comes immediately and he's already trying to shift to his feet before he's even done speaking. Not that he manages more than rocking forward, hissing as it pulls at the wounds in his gut and then slumps back in the chair again.
A slow, steadying breath. And then he looks up at Izunia, lifting his relatively undamaged right hand.]
I guess... I might need a hand up though.
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[Really, Nyx. Izunia still is prepared to carry him if he needs it, but for now he works more on the living crutch end of things, compensating for the bad leg with his own body. It's not exactly easy, being as tall as he is, but eventually they get over to the bed, Nyx's ruined clothes left behind them on the chair and floor.]
And if you need anything, I'll be here, and I'm more than well-supplied.
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[He might not be able to fix it but he can at least salvage his hood, the coeurl horn, his crest, and his sash. Eventually he'll need to put something over all the bandages but he imagines that's going to be after this medic of Izunia's shows up. For now there's a bed and blankets and laying down, straightening out, hurts like a bitch but also feels so damn good.]
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[The blood on it won't even dry in the Armiger. Not that that means much. For firsts, though, Izunia pulls another blanket out of his Armiger in a whoosh of blue sparkles.
Are you ready to get tucked in by the fucking Founder King, Nyx.]
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I'm not going to sleep y'know.
[Look at him, too badass for sleeping. Shame he's going to be out like a light in about ten minutes.]
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[Don't even pretend otherwise, Nyx. He's not even entertaining it.]
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[Okay that was mean but... dammit. He doesn't want to admit how helpless he is right now. And the longer he can bicker with Izunia the longer he'll be able to stay awake.... totally how it works.]