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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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His face is nothing but concern, and perhaps a touch of fear, still, himself.]
Please - are you alright? Please be alright...
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[ Her voice is pained and a little savage, like a dog snapping to ward off an unwanted touch. She's still curled up on herself, head ducked down and her hand on top of it like she's expecting a blow. ]
You're not real. You can't be real and even if you are, you not– you're not him.
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[And he can practically hear it, murderer, fratricide, betrayer, fool - ]
I am as real now as I have ever been. Please, your ankle...
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[ Her voice is definitely a snarl now and she finally looks up at him. Her eyes are wild and panicked like that of a caged animal and she looks as though she's torn clean between fight and flight, as impossible as either may be right now. ]
What does it matter to you? You're a stranger, you don't know me and I'm... you're not...
[ She makes to push herself up and start to get away from him, but her ankle immediately protests and Yuuri huffs out a wheeze of pain and frustration through gritted teeth. ]
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[He pauses, exhaling slowly.]
I know that blade more intimately than any save Ardyn himself. And anyone that he trusts enough to share it with is precious to me. I won't hurt you, I promise, I'll swear it on whatever you like.
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She curses herself that for all the gifts she's gotten from Ardyn, warping isn't one of them. ]
You can swear whatever you want. I don't need– [ okay, even to her, that's a blatant lie. oh well, cat's already out of the bag. ] I don't want your help. I have the Armiger, so there... th–there must be something I could use...
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[Even with the Accursed's regeneration, there would still be some handful left from when he was mortal even if he hadn't made more, right?]
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[ Maybe that's a little unnecessarily snappy, but Yuuri's having a very trying day. It takes a few moments of fumble before she can latch onto the Armiger's magic and pull one of those ridiculous bottles from it in a scattering of white crystals. It bursts into fragments over her ankle with the slightest squeeze of her hand and the relief is immediate.
She lets out a hard breath she hadn't been aware she was holding and then rises shakily to her feet. She's half expecting the pain to come back any moment, but once it doesn't, she gives a little sigh of relief.
And then half a second later, in a flash of crystals, there's another familiar, scarlet-bladed sword in her hands and she's pointing it right at Izunia. ]
Alright then. You wanted to talk?
Let's talk.
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I am at your absolute disposal, but also, who in the hell are you, anyway?
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[ That isn't the question he's really asking and Yuuri knows it but like hell is she going to volunteer any more information to him than she absolutely has to. She's already inadvertently let too much slip just by virtue of what she's armed herself with and she's furious with herself. ]
And what about you?
[ She already knows who he is and she's sure both of them know it. But she needs to hear him acknowledge it herself before she can make herself believe that Izunia Lucis Caelum is stood here in front of her. ]
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[He looks down at the blade she's holding.]
Allow me to rephrase - who are you to him?
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And then the part of her that has any measure of sense, still, grabs the reigns and reminds her that whatever the situation is, going out of her way to antagonize him anymore than she's done already don't do her or the others any favours. So eventually, she gives a little tch of irritation and answers him. ]
... A Glaive.
[ Not the entire truth, but not a lie and more than she feels he deserves to know. It feels like a nice middle ground. ]
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[He'll accept that answer, for now.]
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What are you doing here, then? You're supposed to be dead.
[ It comes out blunter than she intends but Yuuri doesn't care. ]
hey inbox why u hidin the girl
For now, he shrugs helplessly.]
And so is he. I don't know how or why I have flesh again, but I'm not about to complain about it.
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You didn't just end up here now, did you? Not with–
[ She gestures briefly with the blade to the Everything his outfit is. ]
– that.
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You know what your dad looks like in skinny jeans now, Yuuri, some things cannot be taken back.]
Correct. I've been in this world for about two months now.
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Two months...
[ Which is about as long as any of the games had run. But though he looks tired and worn down, it's not in the same way she'd seen the survivors look at the end of all their seasons. It's a different sort of exhaustion, so whatever's going on here, she doesn't think it's exactly what she was afraid of. ]
And what's been going on here? Who's been bringing everybody to... wherever this is?
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No one. Just random chance. This world is unstable - it pulls people and things in from different realities.
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[ But despite the scorn in her tone, that's more of a soft aside to herself than anything. Her gaze drifts down and away from Izunia, just for a moment and her lips tighten into a thin line. Then she gives a soft huff and turns her attention back to him. ]
There's really no one else here who seems like they know what's going on? No one telling us all what to do?
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Yeah, right.
But there's no way to articulate her disbelief to him that won't raise questions that Yuuri doesn't have the heart to answer now, if she ever will. So, though her eyes narrow and she's clearly unhappy with the answer, she doesn't say anything.
Silence hangs between them for a moment before the blades in her hands finally vanish back into the Armiger. ]
How am I supposed to get back to the Station, then? We can't just stay here in the forest forever.
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Well, you could wait for one of the exploratory drones to take you back, or failing that walk there yourself - it's only a few miles, though your footwear isn't in the best condition for that, is it?
[Glance down, as he realizes she's not. Wearing shoes. Oops.]
It's over in - hells, I've managed to get myself disoriented, just a moment.
[A - deck of cards? - appears in his hand, and he throws the pack straight up, scattering into a group of warpable points. In a brief zigzag of light, he vanishes up, to presumably peek through the treetops.
If you want to GTFO, Yuuri, now's the time.]
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Well, you'd be correct, because that's exactly what she does.
She's gotten all the information from him she feels comfortable sticking around for and more importantly, she's wasted time she could've used to track down Ardyn. But now it's even more urgent that she finds him, because she can't just let Ardyn walk smack into the Founder King without giving him some sort of warning.
She'll be gone by the time Izunia finds his way back down from the trees, with no indication of just where she might have disappeared to. See you later, Uncle Shitweasel. ]