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TEST DRIVE MEME
  A. RETRIEVAL Dreams fade slowly, and awareness returns in increments. The hum of machinery, the smell of recycled air, the murmurs of others waking up around you. The interior of the ship has been outfitted with cots for those Biggs and Wedge retrieve from the Dream Width. Outside of the makeshift infirmary, windows set into the walls of the worn lounge area offer a view of space. It’s time to meet your fellow new arrivals who have been brought together on Biggs and Wedge’s airship. None of you know how you came to be here or where you are going, and the door to the cockpit is locked as the pilots focus on navigating the treacherous obstacles of the Dream Width. You might as well take this moment to introduce yourself to your fellow travelers. B. CURTI CENTER There’s an almost overwhelming aura of excitement in the tower as researchers rush to document this unprecedented number of interdimensional travelers. Over the commotion, the leaders of the Center struggle to explain, ‘Welcome to Vaikuntha. We don’t know why you’ve been brought here, but this is your new home.’ The staff will do their best to help the off-worlders settle in. They answer the questions they can, provide maps and pamphlets about the world and the destinations within it, and even guide the arrivals to a neighborhood where housing has been provided for you. Yes, due to the strange influx of arrivals, you’ll be expected to share, but the Curti staff are doing the best they can under the circumstances. Experiences like these bring people together. Perhaps you are the only one here from your world, but at least you are not alone in this experience. Others are right beside you, learning the same information, planning trips to visit the same new cities, checking out these Job things, and settling in to their new (temporary) homes. C. UP IN THE SKY There’s a whole new world to explore. It’s almost enough to distract from the fact that there’s one place you can’t go- home. You are on an Airship, the main mode of transportation between the major cities of Vaikuntha. While the majority are owned by airlines, perhaps you hitched a ride with a friend that has their own. You can go anywhere in a matter of hours — One can only hope you don’t have motion sickness. D. GUILDS Proud representatives of the Guild are lined up, ready to demonstrate their skills for the new initiates. Make sure to stay behind the designated line, this might get dangerous. So you want a new Job? You'll have to first travel to the Guilds, sign the papers, go through the orientation and introductory lectures, and get basic training. Afterwards, you can freely chat and practice with your fellow members, celebrating your new powers, and checking out your new wardrobe. E. LET'S BE ADVENTURERS Separated from all of your material possessions, connections, and everything you know, and really, what you’re left with is time. Better try to make the most of it. Enough expository banter. It's explorin' time. Maybe instead of spending every day in your room, you'd rather spend it living it up in the city of Lavode, or betting on Chocobo Races in Sparks Goldsaucia. Or maybe you'd rather go and explore the caves and ruins near Arito. With Airships and Chocobos at your disposal, you can go nearly anywhere! F. SIDEQUESTS Maybe you’re telling yourself, ‘I didn’t sign up for this.’ But wait, you did. At least it pays. It all started when you checked the Quest Board. All you wanted was a few gil to spend, and here you are in the wild, hunting for a Malboro Vine. Or maybe you are in some ancient and decrepit ruins looking for an artifact. Or you could be asked to be janitor for a week. Consider yourself lucky though, at least you don't have to do that alone. G. GET A JOB (THE OTHER KIND) You’ve got a Job, but Claire keeps sighing and muttering about layabout space-people not earning their keep, so it might be time to seek out Employment as well. There are plenty of opportunities to earn some gil in Vaikuntha, no matter where you choose to settle down. Your iMog slate includes listing for employment opportunities. Hopefully you can find something you can live with so that you can start saving up for an airship or the security payment for your permanent housing. H. MOGNET *Ding!* You’ve got Mog-Mail! Thankfully, you can instantaneously chat with your friends around the world thanks to you iMog Slate. And unlike old-fashioned Moogle Letters, you can even send messages to everyone in a blink of an eye! However, despite the change in technology, the old tradition of Mognet Strikes have never gone away. Nobody knows any more whether the Moogles have legitimate reasons to go on strike or if they are just lazy. But today, Mognet is down, and to get information you have no choice but going to the public boards or risk message corruption and mishandling. I. RANDOM ENCOUNTER The ground trembles, and out of nowhere, something hostile appears! You were minding your own business walking around, and suddenly monsters attacked you! Time to put to use the skills you've learned with your Jobs! Will you try to fight on your own or seek help? And remember, you die in random battle, you die FOR REAL. There’s no shame from running from enemies that are a higher level than you! J. WILD CARD Feeling inspired to create your own prompt? The power is yours! |
Sion Astal | Legend of Legendary Heroes
[ Ah, what's this? Someone—a regal someone with moonspun hair and flowing robes—is standing upon the taffrail of the airship, wind whipping about their frame as they look on, surveying the horizon, with but a single hand secured about the ship's rigging to anchor them in position. But for however dauntless the stance may be, there is no delinquent motive behind the pose, only quiet awe and boyish wonderment for both flight and for the craft which renders it possible. Never will this feeling grow old; never will the King forget this, the fact that advancement beyond one thousand years worth of tragedy is wholly within reach, proven achievable by the landscape before his eyes and the wind which tousles his hair.
(But only if it were not some elaborate illusion, designed by the hand of the Goddesses to entrap him. Finding proof of this is what he longs for most; what he most fears. )
Though--... He is no longer alone, is he? Footfalls sound behind him, and when he turns, he greets the newcomer with a smile, golden eyes vivid and bright as he offers a hand, fingers elegantly outstretched and palm open— ]
Join me, and tell me of your travels?
D) WHM 101
[ The white mage's guild of Lavode had not been his intended destination, but after learning of other professions (black mages, which boasted the terrifying elemental mastery of his homeland's magic knights; paladins, renown for their place at the vanguard, the gallantry of heavy armor and swords; tacticians, who read the leylines of battlefield with more skill than any other), Sion had found himself enamored with the very magic he'd never had the hands for. Mighty though his country's mages were, those enrolled in Roland's military academy were trained in offensive magics alone, healing left inaccessible to them. And how many times had he heard them upon the battlefield, pleas from wounded soldiers begging for their King to save them with his divine grace; his healing presence?
At that time, he had been able to save no one from grave injury, but--... The power he wields now will prevent such a thing from happening again. That is, after he is able to see it mastered, but for that, will he not need someone to practice on? Someone like you, who may very well be minding your own business, ambling down the street in search of Lavode's History museum. Or perhaps, you are newly returned to the city's bounds after a tiring day of exploration...? Either way, Sion is quick to call out!: ]
If I may, I would like to offer you my services as a white mage. [ AN INEXPERIENCED WHTIE MAGE... but still. ] Might you have any need for healing?
I) NOT QUITE A BOSS FIGHT
[ Altogether, it's rather cute, isn't it? A geezard which had made to attack with a targeted strike of its head. Sion, of course, had dodged, whisking away only to...! Engage the small beast in a game of 'tag', the geezard eternally, woefully 'it', for each and every time it reared back, hoping to gain momentum enough to topple the white mage, it only delineated its intended course of action, making it all the easier to evade. At the very least, Sion thinks, playing with the creature is a decent exercise in agility, leaving Sion to wonder aloud with a brisk, good-natured laugh: ]
Could you be tamed as a pet?
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The question is considered, silence hanging in the air for a few moments, before: ]
'it's too inelegant to befit you, Sion.
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Life is life, even that of— [ The creature surges forward again, and Sion weaves away, fleet of foot with his robes swirling in quiet susurration about him. Almost, he could swear he glimpsed a note of frustration upon the beast's face. ] —the ungainly and bumbling.
And with the way it so doggedly pursues me, you would think it in need of a companion, yes?
[ His charmed laugh, then, might distract from the approach of a secondary opponent, an ochu drawn from its roaming o fthe fields by the clamor of the adventurers (read: by Sion alone), its thorny vines wriggling and extended in the casting of a status ailment...! ]
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But of course, that is a secret. ]
No, it be in need of nourishment.
[ Monsters are monsters, always basal creatures.
The archangel closes his eyes, though only for a moment - the grass nearby rustles, and he picks out the shape of something bearing tentacles. His grip on his katana tightens as he takes a single step forward past Sion -
- he draws, with the familiarity of a man who has wielded countless blades, and skims off its vines with a single stroke. ]
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In this place, upon this world, he wished to become a white mage, capable of soothing the ills of others.
(Even one so flawless as Ain possessed a void in his heart, in need of healing.) ]
Behind you—
[ Surprised, though he'd been, by the appearance of the ochu, the King had been quick to call upon a summons for wind, the magic bursting forth in bright arcs from his fingertips to fall upon the creature, driving the trunk of its body back, into the field, with its gust and cutting shear.
But oh, he's forgetting something, isn't he? The geezard which reared back, taking advantage of the opportunity to strike...! And strike it does, headbutting the white mage's leg (!!), seeing Sion unbalanced just enough to reach out to Ain to steady himself. ]
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Such was the fate of angels, created only to be tools. Those which could sublimate their imperfection, the flaw named emotion, to complete their devotion to their creator - they were the most effective, and the most instrumental to the restoration of the world.
Everything has a price. To compensate for the hubris of humanity, there must be some other sacrifice. The Goddess, in her boundless mercy, might have marked one of her own creations instead.
If Sion had not been here, Ain would have proceeded to cut the ochu into ribbons. But the white mage is here, so he restrains his killing intent - enough to let the plant-monster live long enough to be tossed into the grass once more.
It is the same reason that prevents him from turning his blade on the geezard, merely stiffening under Sion's grasp. The angel's body holds a certain liquid tension, reminiscent of a cat in the way he stores momentum for an anticipated strike.
What will they do with the geezard, now? ]
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With the geezard sufficiently wearied (the last vestiges of its strength poured into its final attack), and Sion balanced once again, the white mage...! Leans down, scooping the creature into his arms before rising again, his fingertips touching to its lizard skin (avoiding its mouth and many rows of teeth) to see it calmed, nearly sedate with all energy expended, unable to contend with the King's otherworldly aura of grace. ]
Thank you, Ain. [ For now, it seems, the geezard will be their traveling companion?? ] I should have been more watchful of the field.
[ To their good fortune, it looks as though the ochu will not be returning, injured as it had been by Ain's blade and Sion's wind magic. ]
That you had to draw your sword, it was my mistake. [ An apologetic smile, followed by a resolute note of head: ] Next time... I will make certain that you do not have to reach for it.
[ Definitely. Ain, with all the tension within him, seems as though he knows no other way than that of the sword. And so: if it is at all within Sion's power, he will ensure that the drawing of the blade remains unnecessary.
(Just because had been created as a tool, as a marionette, did not mean they could not defy their own design, as the King himself had.) ]
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Ain removes a piece of cloth from his pocket, wiping the blade clean before sheathing it in a single, graceful motion. ]
It is no fault of yours. The woods are wild, attacks are to be expected.
[ Sion, you're a healer. Let the tank take point... or the DPS, since neither of them hold a tank main job. ]
I would rather you take your safety to be more of a priority. Training is vital, but if you were a few moments too late, you could have been hurt.
[ His words may be sharp, but his tone isn't - neutral as always, without a flicker of restrained disapproval. The geezard is left uncommented on. ]
I)
[ the geezard is small, but the thing is fast, and oddly persistent in it's attack on the white mage who she assumes is unable to defend himself... so when she finally gets an opening, as the gross thing is about to make another lunge for the guy, she winds her leg back for a high kick...
and the geezard goes flying quite a ways. i
a speck in the distance. ]
Don't worry, I got it!
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My lady, wait--
[ Oh. Oh, it's much too late, isn't it? The Dancer clad in her performer's garb has already drawn back for a kick which...! Sees the poor geezard flying, its small body becoming nothing more than a dark blot in the sky before the blaze of the noonday sun, its silhouette suspended there for a singular, long moment of terror before its trajectory sees it crashing back down to the world below a fair distance away, more than Sion could hope to traverse quickly enough to provide adequate healing.................
And when he looks to the Dancer, she is so thoroughly content, her pride apparent in her stance and in her crystalline eyes, that he feels as though it would turn him into some villain, were he to tell her the truth of the matter, confessing that he'd needed no rescuing at all.
(Dangerous and endearing both, that the Dancer seems to possess traits belonging to both sisters of House Eris: ferocity, boldness, and charm.) ]
You...
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[ Perhaps he should make to locate the geezard? Or...! ]
Unless you would care to humor me with a game of 'tag'?
[ So that he might be able to overcome his abysmal lack of agility........ ]
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[ her expression falls, becomes less triumphant, and turns into a wince. there’s no way she can get it back for him, and even if she did… it wouldn’t be in the same condition. ]
I guess I should offer to help then, huh? Since I got rid of your training partner and all.
[ it’s not like she was doing anything terribly important, anyway. besides, the white mage infront of her… does look like he could use a bit of training. what if he gets into a fight with a monster that’s bigger than the geezer before? it doesn’t look like he’d be able to fight anything off. she hums, swinging her hands at her sides as she considers him. ]
Are… you sure you want to play tag? I'm much faster than that geezer, you know.
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... surprise flashes briefly across his face, but it quickly settles into a slight frown. ]
Are you looking for payment? I'm afraid I can't afford that.
[ Clearly, it's what people want when they approach him randomly in the street. ]