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TEST DRIVE 003
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.
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.
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Even if we aren't going to kill him, I don't see why his safety should be our responsibility. Why don't we just leave him for the zombie deer? I'm sure they won't care that they're biting human garbage.
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He knows this is what he deserves. He knows far too many people have suffered at his hands, have died at his hands, have crumbled under his reign. And he knows that for the rest of his life, this is a burden he will carry, a tarnish on his soul that he will never erase, no matter how much good he does. Yet for the first time in a long time, he has been reminded of something: of how frighteningly powerless he is, how human he is without his people behind him. He's nothing at all. Worse than trash...
So for a moment there's conflict when the boy tries to move his arm. There is the very visceral part of him that wants to fight back, to defend himself, because he's the only person left who can. There's a flicker of genuine fear in his eyes, and yet—
He relents.
That plastic mask comes right back up, because he doesn't have right to anything else. Well, only for a second, because—]
Augh!
[The pain's so bad that he sees stars for a moment, his other arm shaking in Akira's grasp, breath wavering as he blinks those stars back. Tears spring involuntarily to his eyes, and he has to bite back an unfamiliar sound creeping up in his throat, instead nodding jerkily.]
Y-yes, I know. I'm... I'm sorry. To... all of you. But especially Akechi. But I know my apologies are meaningless. Nothing will ever make up for what I've done.
[He swallows thickly, blinking those tears back. He doesn't remotely have a right to cry, after all. Certainly not in front of three children he's wronged so thoroughly.]
I'll do my best to stay out of all of your ways.
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It's after hearing Futaba and Goro's words, he's already moving to stand. He listens to Shido talk, and his stomach immediately begins twisting in an uncomfortable way. It's in that moment, he does something he hasn't done in so long - he hates doing it, given the way he feels afterwards, but he scans him. This really is the Masayoshi Shido whose heart was changed, which means he's closer to being from Akira's timeline, versus Goro's timeline.
Akira takes a deep breath. ]
Leaving him to die isn't an option. At the very least, I can drag him to the station, myself.
[ The look he gives Goro might have a bit of conflict towards the matter - he doesn't like the thought of babysitting this man? A part of him would rather just leave him to fend for himself out here? But... damn it. He moves so that he can properly look at Futaba as he asks: ]
What are your thoughts?
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Apologizing directly right to his son was definitely a start, but she doubted Akechi would take that so easily. It wasn't like she ignored the part where he'd said sorry to all of them, but more that it was a little sidelined by the rest of it. ]
Can't really argue with that. Nothing really can make up for the damage you've done here.
[ As usual Futaba had no problems speaking her mind here, tone exceptionally grim before stopping to consider what Akira had asked her. Those eyes are on her and that's when it sinks in that this is literally a moment in which her words could have an effect on what happens to Shido.
This man caused a lot of suffering but now he was... well. A shadow of the awful man he used to be; someone who now actually gave a damn about the people he hurt. ]
Well, I think you should just bring him to the station and then we can leave him be. What he does then will be on him, not us.
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If you want to escort this piece of shit out of here, you can to it yourselves. I'm not lifting another finger to help him.
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... has he seen him somewhere else, before...?
... apparently, he's going to take him back to the station? He... wasn't even expecting that much mercy, to be honest. No part of him wants to be alone with this boy who'd just struck out at him, but again. He has no say. Right now... he's an effective prisoner.
Akechi is even letting him do it. They... really must mean a lot to him, to listen to them rather than give in for his desire for vengeance.
Good. At least he has someone...
Unsteadily, he rises to his feet, gritting his teeth at the pain as his arm covers it, but silent otherwise.]
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Leaving him to wander around this place would be the same as leaving him to die... [ his expression softens to understanding ] That's not something I'd ever ask of you, Goro...
[ He looks to Futaba. ]
Are you okay to walk with me? [ looking to Goro ] Otherwise, the two of you can take a break while I escort him. Either way, I'd like to meet up afterward.
[ And, no matter what Futaba decides, he'll be momentarily resting a hand on Goro's shoulder before motioning for Shido to follow him. Time to just get this over with. ]