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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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Yet you've already accepted that you should not try to better the body you have again?
[You should also invest in a watch, maybe.]
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Sigh.]
Gods, and to think Ardyn thought I was ever a nag. He'd not last an hour under your care.
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I cannot fathom needing to care for Ardyn.
[A pause.]
And I'm not nagging. I'm concerned.
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[It's said with all the fondness you'd expect of a twin brother who carried that love alone throughout the ages.]
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More than anything, it's a reminder he had once been human. It's strange how often he's had to remember that.]
...I'm sorry.
[His voice goes soft, like he's not quite sure Izunia would even want apologies or if it's Ignis place to offer them.]
But that's all the more reason to take care of yourself, or to let other's care for you.
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No one has done much of caring for me since I was younger than you are now.
[Why is he even surprised that Ignis is like this? No, it's more that he's surprised to have it directed towards him.]
...You are truly one of a kind.
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[A king must lead, must take charge, but that does not mean he must do so alone.
That was what Ignis had promised, all those years ago when he met Noctis. It was another facet of his duty, but it was never a burden.
It was, perhaps, the best part of it all. His friendship with Noctis is irreplaceable.]
I think you'll find there are people with more compassion than me.
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[Izunia, meanwhile, is in many ways a follower by nature, forced into the spotlight all on his own. He can lead, and is good at it when he puts in the effort, but he too is happiest in the role of support.
He never wanted to be king.]
And it is more that I have ever been surrounded by those with bigger problems than me. I can't begrudge them that.
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But Izunia already knows, at least tangentially. He would have seen first hand how far Ignis would go and why.
But, it seems, he doesn't have a drive of his own.]
It seems you are a fool as well. [But, somehow, it isn't condescending.] Perhaps you cannot begrudge people for having problems of their own, but that still does not mean that your problems must be ignored for their sake.
[And, perhaps, asking for help doesn't make you a problem.]
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[He's fucked up by being a fuck up who fucked up and never ever got to unfuck the fuck that it did to him.
And he saw what following that drive did to his brother, the two thousand years of punishment they've both endured for it.
The light of the stars is everpresent, but distant and cold compared to the sun. Always, it is afraid to touch.]
The one person who could have helped me, after... Well, he called me a deranged fool and left, and he wasn't wrong.
[But he does wish that Gilgamesh could have done something about it other than leave, sometimes.]
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Ignis considers him, as much as he could with just sound and smell available to him.
He's always considered himself knowledgeable in Lucian history, but meeting the Founder King has thrown into light just how much was changed, how much was forgotten, and how much was purposefully erased.
Nonetheless, he doesn't need to know every thing about these brothers to recognize that Izunia is a man who has been alone for too long, and who doesn't realize that he does not have to be.]
Maybe he wasn't wrong, whenever it was that he left you. [He speaks slowly, considering every word before he speaks.] But that was thousands of years ago.
You've changed, since then. You can still be helped.
[Another pause, considering.]
If you want to be.
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Changed, yes, but in some ways I've only worsened, I'm afraid.
[Ignis won't see the self-deprecating smile, but he's perceptive enough.]
I haven't been entirely stable for a long time, as I'm sure you can imagine. But I am not so far gone that I turn away help when it's offered.
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Yes, well, nobody ever said improvement was a straight line. Thinking like that is how you never leave square one.
[There's a smile in return, small and wry. This isn't how he would have expected things to go, meeting one of the souls trapped in the Ring again.
But...it seems natural. It's not as odd as it could be. Izunia has always been there, after all, even if he couldn't be reached. They already know each other as well as they could have.]
I'm glad for that much.
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Indeed, it's as jagged as a city skyline. Full of sharp, unexpected drops.
[His tone warms, and that, at least - Ignis has probably never heard from Ardyn, and so there's little mistaking it.]
Thank you. And consider me at your disposal any time you need assistance in your own adjustments - I know that the Station everyone is currently housed at is not exactly set up for the blind, and unfamiliar environments are difficult.
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Perhaps it's not that deep, but it still has the retainer relaxing, feeling a little more certain.]
A tour of the facilities would not be opposed, though I'm afraid you'll have to share the duties with Noct and Prompto.
[Because there's no way those two aren't going to insist.]
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[snrk]
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Also is this the kind of person he should be?? flirting with??? is this flirting???]
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[This is definitely flirting. :D :D :D]
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Excellent news. You'll have to show me, once we're out of this forest.
[For certain definitions of show.]
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[Holy shit, this is happening.]
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[It's happening so much that Ignis is smirking, now.]
It will be absolutely enlightening.
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