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Test Drive Meme 2.

These are the mem’ries that last.
These are the mem’ries that will never pass.
And time waits for no one.
It’s gone in a flash.
And only the mem’ries will last.

Prompt 1:

he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town.

The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched --

But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious.

(It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.)

But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things:

Fight the first person you see

Kiss the first person you see

Unfortunate.

Prompt 2:

he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color.

Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming!

Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless!

Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics.

Prompt 3:

he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post:

Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color

Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice.

Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions.

At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified.

Prompt 4:

ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in.

The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them.

And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings.

Congratulations!

Extra:

Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with!

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[ dextera does not like this.

this man has the same uniform as guren—or something similar enough, anyway—and that should maybe mean he's a friend, but he absolutely does not look like a friend! there's something about his very presence that unsettles dextera.

he tightens his grip around his book, looking between it and kureto, but he doesn't actually seem like he's going to hide or resist for long. for now, he's just trying to protect this book, something that he hasn't been able to make much sense of either without memories to connect to all of these drawings.

nevertheless, he has a weak demeanor. enjoy! ]

Guoh!

[ a stupid noise! she didn't expect mafuyu to just up and break that floorboard, but it's not actually a big deal considering how much damage nanami was prepared to do to this house herself. ]

What did you do that for?

[Guren tenses at that grip. There's no way to hide it when Kureto's hand is directly on him like that, especially in this stupid outfit he's got on. He shoots Kureto a glare for it, heated and desperately wanting to prove him wrong, but there's a knowing coldness behind his eyes. He's not going to try anything.

At least, not right now. That obedience is a thin thread right now, when he wants so much to try and see if he could actually overpower Kureto now, on his own, with the strength of his demon. But it's too risky, and it's not as if he's forever free of the influence of the rest of the Hiiragi family. Things are still in motion.

So, ultimately, he's right, again, and Guren is left to fall into an angry silence. He'll give in to that argument, but that doesn't mean he'll just let Kureto have the last word, either.]

Aren't you rambling too much right now? Just tell me how you want to handle this. You haven't said a thing so far about what we're actually going to be doing.

[Aside from that whole splitting up thing.]

Hmm. Well, it looks like candy, so I think tools would just break it...

[ if zelda was able to crack off a whole chunk of house just by pulling hard enough, than something like a hammer could probably shatter an entire wall if it hits the right spot. ]

It's almost magical, don't you think?

[ this is not the first time this has happened, so it's fine! (probably!)

as soon as he passes out, nanami panics even worse than she already was, but she has sisterly instincts that will keep her from, at least, leaving eichi to die on the floor of her kitchen. she hauls his poor body to her bed... and luckily, this rune that she has inscribed on her hand can at least bring him back to consciousness. ]

Come on...

[ why does her cooking always do this ]

( a small hum of interest escapes him, low and throaty, the smile he polished up wearing at its edges and revealing a layer of darker persistence. so he was going to show defiance by not speaking? that's fine. this stranger has acknowledged him with his shrinking and guarded ways, and that has its own strict appeal to kureto's curiosity, the weakness coming off as an accessory of interest. more so than the book, which is more of a tool to use in these interactions, really. )

What's that? You don't feel like speaking? ( he steps in closer, the toe of his boot tapping against dextera's. ) That's fine. I'm more interested in what that book has to say.

( though he knows he could likely win an attempt to wrest it from the other, kureto untucks his own book and holds it up instead, expression dropping to something sever and surveying. )

I'd like to discuss what this all means. Why don't you show me yours so I can show you mine, hm?

So we better make the most of this then?

[Sounds like it. But if this was all sweets, there was probably not much if anything actually useful aside from the sweets in eating them. Which Yuu has thankfully thus far managed to avoid temptation on. Though that might only be a matter of time in how the smell makes him both feel a little ill and reminds his stomach how long it has been since he last ate.

Still, he glances around, exploring the room a bit in trying to find anything that stood out as something possibly useful, valuable somehow.]

It's all just sweets though.....

My sandwich.....I thought it seemed fine but suddenly not so much.

[He frowns, pouting at the offending snack he had just bitten into. Now it was all colourless. Tasting gross. Feeling gross in his mouth even though it should have been delicious. The bread, tomato, cheese, lettuce and all. But now it was ruined. He pokes his tongue out, nose scrunching as he puts down the sandwich. Unsure if he wants to keep eating it now.]

[What he's saying makes sense. Unfortunately.]

The house isn't from a quest I did. Quests are for people like you. [Does a sword spirit count as people?]

Someone probably put it here just to taunt us with food we can't have.

[Keigo tries to stick his candy back where he found it. It falls off.]

[As the one responsible for Yuu in so many ways, Guren should really be on top of him making sure he doesn't try to eat the candy. He's not, though, too distracted by it all himself. The picture frames hold pictures of candy made of candy, there's a candy oven that he's sure doesn't work, and a candy stove...

He's getting frustrated.]

I guess they really might be the only thing there is to this place.

[ his breath catches in his throat when their boots touch, and dextera takes a natural step back like he wants to run—but he doesn't, because he's definitely more scared of those consequences than he is of whatever would happen if they shared the information in these books. ]

...

[ his fingers are visibly, obviously trembling when he offers up his book. it's full of his secrets, of terrible memories. two identical winged children, ripped apart by a nondescript winged man. an impressive two-page spread of an apocalypse heralded by another winged figure, the sky colored in a red so bright it almost actually feels hot. then... quite a few pages of his death? several pages of death, actually, each one unique and painful.

it's not as horrifying as it could be, considering the delightfully low skill level of the artist, but it's obvious what it all is. ]

( that deference never gets old. each time he soaks it up and takes it all in it's nearly satisfying enough to derail his trajectory, seeing how much they can do with his foot at guren's neck and his gaze feeding off the resentment in his eyes. )

Right. ( kureto retracts his hand, resisting the urge to smile at guren's get-up. he's already made remarks about how befitting it is, no doubt, but every second he becomes more fond of the look, thinking it's simply a sign that the universe is on his side. disorienting as this experience is, he's content on thinking that the linchpin holding this entire world together is the universal truth of guren needing his authority and discipline. it just so happens that he's dressed for the part. )

I slayed what I could for food, so keep an eye on that thing while I retrieve a carcass.

( he was in a bit of a hurry over here, once he'd known guren had spotted the beast. since he isn't in any imminent danger, he can continue on with his original plan. )

Then we'll talk bait.

[ she's heavier than she looks, since she's pretty toned under those baggy clothes of hers. the stone arm doesn't help, since it's absolute dead weight. ]

Ugh...

[ the cockatrice is a little busy choking after her impressive shove, and so nanami is able to take a second to recover from her fall—and, at the most inappropriate time in the world, blush because there's a handsome man with his arms wrapped around her. or, his arms were wrapped around her, and now they're both in a painful pile on the ground. ]

A... are you okay?!

Looks like it. I mean. As....interesting as a sweet kitchen is. I dunno that any of that actually works. Sure, it's. Different, but.

[Nothing they didn't have functionally in the other buildings? At least as far as he can tell as he glances around. And then is distracted and a little sheepish when his stomach chooses that moment to protest in being around all this food and not immediately devouring it.]

[[Too bad. It would have been fun to see Keigo try to fight XD]]

[Tonbokiri's eyebrow raises at that, and a little more as the boy tries to put the candy back on the house.]

You are in this town, so quests are for you as well. Do not worry. There will certainly be something you can lend your ability to.

For now, we should apologize for the damage you did to the forest's candy house.

[Every time he hears something about it, or just sees it in Kureto's eyes, he's filled with a fury he can't properly express. At this point, he almost welcomes Emma repairing his uniform with eight different colors of patchwork and thread, since he'd rather be a walking disaster than give Kureto any idea that he's here waiting for his rule and guidance.

Ugh. He's thinking about it again without any reason, even.

Thankfully, actual, real talk about what's happening pulls him out of his own head, and he blinks back to Kureto from the cockatrice.]

Bait. [That sounds promising, and he glances back through the trees, hand gripped at his sword even if he doesn't intend to use it.] I'll stay on it.

[So hurry up and bring that dead animal over. As instructed, Guren will make sure the thing stays in sight, and follow after it if it strays too far. But with some luck, it's staying in the immediate area, wandering around in search for food. Guren watches a small few unfortunate animals wander too close and become frozen in place.]

Ugh...

[That smarts. He shifts more carefully than his earlier rude comments would suggest, making sure that Nanami doesn't just tumble to the ground from it. But he needs to sit up himself, and as he manages to do that, he glances back across the distance where he dropped his sword. Recovering it won't be too much of an issue.]

I'm fine. Can you stand? We need to get away from this thing before it turns us entirely to stone.

[[I guess I had a rare moment of taking pity on him.]]

[Grumbling to himself about how they're going to try to make him work no matter what, aren't they, Keigo tries to nudge the candy chunk closer to the house with his foot. At the word "damage" he jerks his foot back, like he's getting it away from the scene of the crime.]

Who are we apologizing to?

[Okay, at that, Guren pauses the fake stove-switch he was staring at and looks over to Yuu.]

Didn't you eat something before we came in here? [Into the forest, he means, an hour or two ago.]

Being around all this makes me hungry?

[Guren what do you expect from the kid who mostly had to sustain himself off of those gross nutrient pouches the vampires gave him and then made himself sick devouring everything in sight the moment Guren presented him with food after taking him in? He's a teenage boy, of course if there is food around, he would eat it. Or want to, in this case. He hasn't yet. Somehow.]

That is a good question. To the forest, I suppose. It has something of a mind of its own. Do you not have the feeling of being intently watched while here?

[The feeling is so intense, even the most mundane of humans must also be able to tell...
They might also be apologizing to Mr. White, but as that is only theory, he shall keep it simple and not mention that.]

[ ...Cat. Of course he's going to come over when he's coaxed over, though he seemed to be staring at Mae with his own feline-like eyes widened in excitement. She's saying something ("cock" a lot, so he's able to put together what she's trying to go for), but he's more interested in her.

He reached out to pat his hand against her head excitedly. ]

You can walk on two legs? That's incredible... [ Yeah, 'cause that's the thing he's interested in the most. ]

Oh, ah, the cockatrice? It's probably a beast in the forest, but most of those I've seen so far haven't been very, er... friendly.

[ he catches the hint of embarrassment and it brings a pang of fond amusement that he proceeds to staunchly ignore. feelings, what feelings? none to be found here, sir. there's only (1) stone cold motherfucker in this vicinity and his name is strider, heartless robot in a human body.

... but it is a relief that jake responds and it sounds— normal? yeah. likely the awkward tension will be upon them soon enough, but this sounds normal for them. or what normal was before their disaster of a relationship fell apart. ]

Oh no, I know. I'm totally with you, man. Fuck candy forever. [ THANKS CALLIE you meant so well but now the concept of candy is ruined for your friends forevermore. ] I wasn't judging, I was just wondering about the house's potential owner.

[ since they're talking, he figures it's safe to wander a little closer to get a better look at the house. ]

Of course. It's a common factor in fantasy stories. [wonderful shit] And there's been links made to the philosophies of Nietzsche. [more wonderful shit]

A sort of transformative healing, I assume, then?

[that's a mood tbh]

You needn't spring a hidden trap to pass by it. Unless your luck is E-rank.

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