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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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Oho, you wanna meet him, buddy? His name is Noctis. And I bet you love fish almost as much as he does.
[The kitty is letting him pet! Prompto's living the dream. Also, of course cats think they're people, cats are smart like that.]
He's around here somewhere. We split up for now to cover more ground, but we'll be back together by dinner for sure. Wanna see what we cook up?
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And who could swat Prompto a good one if he ever voiced the opinion that he was just a cat who thought he was a person.]Almost as much as he does? What kind of man is he?
[Well, it isn't like he's seen any of his team yet..... and staying with humans is probably a better way of ensuring he finds them than roaming around this strange forest, if any of them are here. Okay, he'll do it!
Don't mind the smug little chuckle, like this is all part of a plan or he's doing you a favor; that's just how he is. Of course he's doing them a favor, gracing them with his presence! He's not freeloading at all.]
Well, I suppose I can't say no to meeting a fellow connoisseur!
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Prompto's internal monologue is suffering from proximity to kitty kitty cat cat.]
He's great! I bet you'll love him. If he could, he'd spend all day fishing, napping, and feeding cats. Sometimes he's almost like a cat himself, if you can believe that.
[Gently and invitingly, he opens his arms.]
Will you let me carry you, little guy? I'm not sure how far he's gone, but it's a longish walk back to our camp for legs your size.
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Well, I'd hate to fall behind.....
[And he's used to riding in style, anyway. Morgana eyes Prompto's posture for a moment, crouching down and calculating, before springing into the air to jump up onto the man's shoulder. At least this time his target is solid?]
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Delighted and surprised, he laughs, then stands up carefully so as not to dislodge his furry passenger.]
All set? Let me know if you get tired and need a rest, dude.
[One more rub between the ears before they hit the road.]
Man, I wonder where you come from... Not here, right? I haven't seen any cats before now.
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[He's remarkably skilled at turning around while perched on a shoulder; by the time Prompto starts walking, he's both facing the right direction and has curled his tail loosely around Prompto's neck to help keep his balance. It's a much needed moment or two of silence, to be honest; he has no idea where he comes from, not with his memories lost along with his real body.
It's probably better to just give the easier answer, anyway; they've only just met, after all.]
I live in Tokyo with a friend of mine.
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[Prompto frowns, then looks quite abruptly alarmed.]
Hang on, are you really talking to me? I thought... I mean, I seemed you understood me, but whoa! A talking cat!
[He had no way of realizing it until Morgana said a name and he heard it. Or understood it, somehow.]
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[Have you ever seen a cat's jaw drop in sheer disbelief before? Or seen one facepalming? (Face-pawing?) Because Morgana's doing both right now.]
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[uMMM,,,]
Is that normal for you...?
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[But he trails off, not really wanting to pursue that when there are far more interesting questions to ask a talking cat.]
What's the Metaverse? How'd you learn how to talk?
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The Metaverse is a world that exists alongside our own, one that most people live their whole lives never knowing about. It's a world of cognition--a place where people's thoughts and feelings shape reality. In this world, I might look like a cat--but in the Metaverse, I look different, and everyone can understand me.
Once people meet me in the Metaverse, a shift in their cognition occurs. They know I can talk, and that they can understand me--so even though I can only meow in this form, they still understand me because they believe they can.
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[After a long, effortful silence, Prompto sighs loudly and lets his head droop down.]
Sorry, buddy, I can't remember. Nice guy, though. He had magic food for everybody last time we camped, and he said it was because of cognition stuff, I remember that much.
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Floof goes the tail around Prompto's neck in surprise.]
No way..... Akechi Goro?
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[He loves bringing friends together!]
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[Trying to kill people and then sacrificing yourself to save their lives tends to make things..... confusing, to say the least. If Akechi is alive here, then what are they even to each other at this point? Still enemies? Maybe tentative friends, or at least allies again?]
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[But obviously, Prompto's going to be on the cute animal's side, here. He's just met Morgana, but he already knows he has never done anything wrong in his life. He reaches up to scritch again under his fluffy chin.]
I'll make sure not to tell him you're here. You can hide out in my room if you want, once we get back to the station. My lips? Are sealed.
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[Is Akechi a bad guy? He's done terrible things, there's no doubt about that. But..... is he a bad person? Knowing what Akechi did for them, and what Shido's shadow told them..... no, he can't say he thinks that at all. He may be a dangerous person, and it'll take him a while to fully trust the guy after an attempted betrayal on that scale, but.....
He doesn't..... want to unnecessarily taint people's impressions of Akechi. Not when he might be trying to turn over a new leaf. Not when Shido isn't here to ruin everything.
It's an oddly dark train of thought for someone who's purring away with his chin in the air, huh? Prompto is totally right, though, he's absolutely a perfect Pure Cinnamon Roll who's never done anything wrong ever in his entire life. He's way too adorable to be responsible for any wrongdoing, like breaking and entering, stealing, robbing monsters at gunpoint or killing them in cold blood, and forcibly brainwashing people without their consent for Justice. That would just be ridiculous!]
.....You don't have to go that far. He's not really a bad person. My friends and I just..... had a pretty serious falling out with him, and we got interrupted before we could finish talking things out.
I think..... now that we understand each other better, we probably won't fight like that again, especially in a place like this.
[Talk about way, way understating their last meeting..... still, it's all true, at least? It just doesn't sound nearly as bad as the specifics of what actually happened.]
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[A baby that'll be bigger than Morgana is himself. But Morgana doesn't need to know that.]
As long as you promise to keep your claws to yourself, there's no need to be a stranger. Oh! [He laughs at himself.] My name's Prompto, by the way. So now we really won't be strangers.
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[Have a playful grin; even without knowing that the baby bird is going to be huge, he's not going to touch it. He's a civilized guest, after all! And that means no attempting to hunt potential roommates.
He wouldn't say no to a little chicken or turkey, though.]Thanks, though; I may take you up on that if none of my other friends are here. It's kind of hard to open doors in this form, after all! The name's Morgana, nice to meet you.
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[He holds his hand up in a loose fist.]
Paw bump?
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