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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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[...anyway. She makes her way towards him, picking through the roots and the holes where roots were, folding her suit's wings in close to avoid getting them caught on branches. She can't actually see him through the mist, but she can sort of figure out where he is based on hearing. The trees immediately stop their shenanigans with someone observing them, mercifully.]
Hello? Are you alright?
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Which. Alright. He's not sure of the correlation just yet, but there must be a reason for it.]
I'm alright. Something seems to be following me, though I'm not sure for what purpose.
[The reason being he's basically a buffet for these trees. They're free to tangle up his dreams, so he's really doing them a solid.]
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[Angela smiles sympathetically. She was confused, too, until the others explained things to her. She's still confused, to be honest, but at least she has a vague idea of what's happening. She suspects that once she reaches the station, she'll understand a whole lot more.]
I am not sure why they follow us, but they only move when not being observed. [She places a hand on the silvery bark of one of the trees.] If you keep an eye on them they should stay put.
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So perhaps not quite like malboro, but plants are something Ignis has dealt with before. Nothing a little elemancy couldn't handle.]
Ah. I'm afraid I can't do that.
[Because, well. Obviously.]
I lost my vision some time ago, so my eyes can't keep much of anything.
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Oh! Apologies, I had no idea. [A pause. Yes, the glasses make sense then. She offers:] You carry yourself very confidently without a cane.
[...okay, start over.]
My name is Angela. Doctor Angela Ziegler. You are?
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(Not that he can blame the others.)]
I've found I have quite the good sense for finding where things are. [Yes, that's a pun.
Nyehehe.]
Ignis Scientia. [He offers her a polite nod of his head, though he's still not sure where she is in the mist.]
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Pleased to meet you, Ignis. I assume you are new as well? [If he didn't know about the trees, he probably hasn't been here long.] I can offer a very limited explanation of our situation, I'm afraid, but I can try to answer some of your questions based on what I've learned from others.
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I am. Or newer than most. [How many people are here? He almost doesn't want to know.
Too many.]
Do you have any idea where here would happen to be?
[It's a shot in the dark, but hey. Everything is for him, now.]
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I'm not familiar with an Earth. I'm from a place called Eos, so it seems the differences between us are more than could be imagined.
[This is...going to be such a headache.]
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[It's funny, how "Earth" seems such a universally obvious place to her, but these people from these other worlds - it was all alien to them. It was hard to tell how much she took for granted as "normal" would be unusual or even unheard of to them. Her scope of reality has just been expanded by, what, double or triple? She's having a hard time processing it, to be honest, and she can't imagine it's any easier for others.]
[Especially for a blind man, who may have points of reference for visuals that don't apply in this world or others. A headache, indeed.]
It seems these Fissures pull indiscriminately from all worlds. For what the observation is worth, I doubt there is a particular motive, or that these Fissures are anything sentient. If that brings comfort or clarity.
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[If anyone at all. This place is vast and who knows how many people are there, or from where.
It's...not something Ignis quite wants to dwell on. The bizarre and the strange happens every day when you're dealing with gods and daemons, but that's still familiar. He grew up know the Six were real, that daemons were a threat, and that there was a responsibility to keep the status quo in the world. None of that prepared him to show up in a place like this.]
I'm afraid the jury is out on that. If there's no reason, that leaves more questions. If there was a purpose, we could at least discover why we were here...
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[There's a hint of sadness in her voice when she says "only one", but she buries it deep. Don't think about Genji, about the things you said to him. She doesn't let herself get caught up in the thought though. Instead, Angela engages in one of her favorite activities: theorizing.]
I believe we are simply victims of chance, honestly. These Fissures sound like natural a phenomenon for this world, albeit a bit of a disastrous one. But that means that like any natural occurrence, they can be studied. And if they can be studied, perhaps they can be tamed or even reverse engineered to bring us home.
The people who have been here longer than us have stabilizing devices that they place throughout the area to reverse the effects and prevent more people from being pulled through. Regrettably I have no idea how they work, but that is a question for the "androids" that run the station.
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[He notes the sadness, but...it's not his place to press. Some things are better handled with time, and not with a stranger pressing for questions.]
You could end up on Eos, for example, or I could end up on Earth. It's risky, but I suppose such a thing is no less impossible than us being pulled into a Fissure in the first place.
[Or hopefully not impossible.]
But I suppose that's another question these "androids" will have to deal with.
[He...he doesn't know what an android is. Whups.]
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[Though perhaps it wouldn't be a terrible thing, if she was already adrift in the tides of space and time, to wind up somewhere new and interesting. But, no. There were people at home who needed her. She couldn't address an entirely new world without being forced to.]
If you trust me enough to follow me, I can take you to a meeting point where we will be escorted to the station. In theory, more of our questions and concerns can be addressed there.
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[There's no reason not to trust her, after all. She seems open enough, and most strangers with ill intentions probably wouldn't try to explain things they barely know.
He has no idea who she is or where she's from, but...She seems like she's intelligent and capable.]
Apologies for not introducing myself - my name is Ignis.