TEST DRIVE 003

[phantasmods]

Hello, and welcome to the third test drive for Phantasmal Rift!

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 Fissure known as Amesta Forest - a forest filled with silver mist and shrouded in eternal twilight, where your dreams become real! For a certain limited definition of real. This is significantly less awesome than it sounds. On the bright side, anyone within the mists will find themselves with no need to sleep, as though trapped in the same spring evening as the rest of the forest.

OPTION ONE: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

This first option might happen to you just about anywhere. From the swirls of silver mist comes a shape - or perhaps more than one shape? Who knows, it's your dream -

Well, probably. It could also be someone else's.

Those who stay too long in any one part of the mist will find their subconscious minds influencing it into shapes - the exact sort of things that appear in their dreams. As with their real dreams, the details are sometimes strange - too much detail, or not enough, depending on where your focus is. The character who 'created' the dream specter will instantly understand what it's supposed to be, but other viewers might have some difficulty with it.

Fortunately for those of you prone to violent nightmares, these dream figures are incapable of doing harm - any blows struck by them simply leave behind the dampness of walking through thick mist. A hard enough blow will similarly disperse them - or, in most cases, you can simply move quickly and leave them behind.

OPTION TWO: THE MOVEMENTS OF THE TREES

A forest filled with mist is honestly a kind of spooky place, isn't it?

Well, it's about to get spookier, when you notice that there's a tree... somewhere there wasn't a tree, before. Or maybe it's that you were looking around and realized that a tree wasn't there here there was one before, instead leaving behind only a round, torn-up patch of earth from where the roots were buried.

Either way, there's only one conclusion to be drawn - the trees are moving.

Those who pay close attention will soon realize that it's only one kind of tree that moves - an absolutely unfamiliar kind, with mist-silver bark and thin, almost translucent leaves in large handlike shapes. They aren't very tall, and their branches split low to the ground, the structure something like a less crooked Japanese maple. The Wanderwoods seem prone to following specific people, usually only moving when out of sight, though you might catch them shuffling along if you have quick reflexes for looking over your shoulder.

What do they want? Well, nothing, really. They're just attracted to sapient beings and, especially, the way the mist forms into their dreams. So while they won't do anything in particular to the characters themselves, anyone with a dream-form hanging around them might find that manifestation suddenly papered in thin, grabbing leaves... and swallowed up.

OPTION THREE: WHAT NOW IS FOUND?

Not all of the forest is trapped in eternal spring. One part of it is held in exactly the opposite - a brilliantly colored autumn morning, just before dawn, with the trees overhead colored in brilliant reds and oranges. Leaves drift down in a slow breeze, and pile up in random places among the trees (which never seem to run out of leaves to drop), and silver pools of water gather at the bases of the trees and in any other depressions, their surfaces perfectly still mirrors.

The mist is quite a bit thinner here, too, which allows you to see... What is that familiar shape in the distance, between the trees?

While dream manifestations are uncommon in the region of Fall's Heart, it's not only dreams that manifest here. Instead, characters will see the figures of those they've lost - instantly recognizable, but unreachable and nearly impossible to catch, running through the trees heedless of how you call after them. It's impossible to catch up to them by mundane means, and those who use supernatural means to do so -

- will find that, at their touch, the vision crumbles into silvery mist-water, forming another of those perfect, reflective pools at their feet.

Comments

[founderinglight]

Flame cooked - deer, I believe I heard someone call them? The creatures with the odd branching horns.

[It's delicious and he's quite pleased with it.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, right, you guys have something else instead with a stupid name.

[Well, if Izunia's gonna eat, Junpei pulls out some weird Japanese snacks from the Armiger and sets to as well.]

Do you normally just eat whatever you find in a haunted forest? I mean, yes, obviously.

[founderinglight]

With a stupid name, he says, about a word that's a homophone for 'dear' and a collective noun.

[Come on Junpei, deer is an equally stupid word. Izunia pauses just to take a drink of the can of orange soda balanced next to him on the root.]

You say that as though a dream-haunted forest is the only place I'll pick up food. At least I'm not trying to eat the unfamiliar mushrooms, unlike some people.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, Jesus, who did that? Are they dead?

[That's one for the Darwin Awards.]

[founderinglight]

I'm genuinely not entirely sure he can die, but thankfully our local botanist told him what a bad idea that was.

[Munch.]

...I do have some less spicy sections, if you want something more substantial than snack foods.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hmm... sure, I'll bite.

[He jumps and floats over.]

Not like you're going to poison me with Dad around, anyway.

[Let fucking alone Wakasa Yuuri.]

[founderinglight]

I have never poisoned anyone in my life, thank you, I prefer traditional violence.

[Anyway he'll pull another chunk of the deer out, still warm and wrapped in waxed paper. It smells somewhat of herbs, but mostly of MEAT.]

Here, see if that's to your liking.

[misanthropicprinciple]

All right. Itadakimasu.

[He sits, sniffs at it more curiously than suspiciously, and takes a bite, utterly unfazed by the circumstances.]

Mmm. Not bad. Sort of got that camping trip feel, you know?

[founderinglight]

Well, it's not as though we aren't camping. At least the Armiger keeps everything warm.

[Or cold, as the case may be - he pauses to take a long sip of his soda.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

You magic people are so convenient to have around.

[For a companionable few moments, he concentrates on eating, but Junpei's not so ungrateful he won't hold a conversation with someone who's feeding him.]

...So you ran into him already, huh?

[founderinglight]

You could say that.

[You could also say he went looking, and that would be generous still. But that's not something he's going to admit and get a matching bruise for the other side, okay.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Snort.]

And he told me he didn't want to start a fight.

[founderinglight]

Well, it wasn't really a fight, and also, he's ever had shit for temper control.

[There's a near-emphasis on 'shit' that just accents how out-of-place it would sound to someone who wasn't used to Ardyn 'Infernian's Fucking Tiara' Tenmyouji.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, I know. It's one of the things that brought us all together.

[Om nom nom. Man, meat is delicious.]

[founderinglight]

I hadn't noticed.

[Absolutely deadpan, just gonna eat his hellspice deer.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Haha, if you think we're bad...

[He just lets the implication dangle there. There's someone worse out there, Izunia. Just you wait.]

[founderinglight]

That's also pretty much what Ardyn said.

[He shakes his head with a sigh.]

Birds of a feather...

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hey, don't say that like it was inevitable. I was dragged into this family kicking and screaming, you know. ...At first, anyway.

[founderinglight]

Well, it certainly seems to suit you.

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's not the worst thing that's ever happened to me, no.

...And I get magic.

[founderinglight]

People do seem to consider that one of the highlights, yes. You're quite handy with a warp - I only managed to avoid you because you gave me warning.

[What self-respecting Lucis Caelum ducks, honestly, Junpei.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

It was the first thing he taught me. [Half a beat passes, and then he adds:] I had kind of a head start on everyone else, too.

[founderinglight]

Everyone tends to have their specialties, with our magic, even those who get it secondhand. There's not any kind of trend to it that I've noticed, though.

[He's not asking. If they want him to know, they'll tell him.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Powerswap week is probably not a nice thing to drop on Izunia "Scourgephobia" Lucis Caelum amidst his one million nightmares, anyway.]

Well, I'm sure it's got something to do with what we're naturally good at on a mundane level, anyway. Visualizing myself in space and time--I've got way more practice with that than, say, formal combat.

[founderinglight]

[Yeah it is probably not unless you want him aggressively and anxiously checking your wrists for signs of infection and maybe demanding you get a blood draw.]

That would certainly help. Have you gotten to phasing yet, or just the warping? They're similar enough, but most people master warping well before they can phase on command.