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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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[A candy house? Sasuke wasn't born suspicious, but he might as well have been by how he acts now.] Don't touch anything.

[Of course, while he's making a scope of the place's circumference, his companion is probably going to be touching and eating parts of the God forsaken house.

Weird. There's no sign of inhabitants inside. Quickly, he goes back outside, and just in time. Someone is already taking a taste-test of the house! (WHAT DID HE SAY?)] I said--

Stop!

II.

[When the color of his clothes returns on his walk through the town, it's not so bad. They're already dull, the missmatched greys and blacks and purples that both help conceal ninjas and edgily characterize them. Fortunately, he's not Naruto.

But the weirdest thing besides being momentarily drenched in color: his eyes. The left one is a complete swath of muted purple, and the right is scarlet. The irises and pupils of both look peculiar.

If he looks up and finds someone staring, he asks:] What are you looking at?

III.

[Sasuke didn't go in with anyone else. Right now, he's not much of a team player, not like he use to be (if he even was then either).

But he hasn't gone in toward the cockatrice. He squats far back behind a few trees and shrubs.] If you want to be turned to stone, go ahead.

[He doesn't look over at the additional person who approached, yet it's strange he could hear them coming. Upon further inspection, it looks like Sasuke isn't wrong.

Some poor raccoon-looking creature has already tried to scoot on in; the thing has been frozen into a solid sheet of stone not far from the cockatrice's stomping grounds. Welp.]

IV.

[It doesn't matter who he was with, or how they got there, or even why.

As soon as Sasuke opens the book and sees what's on the first few pages in the horrific scribbling hand of children, he slaps the book shut as hard as he can.

Nope.]

Wildcard

Feel free to wildcard me anything!

[ Forced cooperation. What a coincidence. But hey, he just got to the cockatrice and had pressed himself against a nearby tree just to get a better grasp of the situation. So far, so good. No need for hostility. Those petrification abilities are the real deal.

Eyes. Why does it always have to be eyes...? ]

It looks like we're after the same target. As much as I'd hate to admit it, what do you say to a collaboration?

[ Heck, his memories of their fight are still fresh in his mind so at least he knows Sasuke's going to provide a good distraction to the creature if they ever have to take it down.]

[Hn. Deidara gets a mildly cursory glance, but his focus remains mostly on the cockatrice. Seems the guy just won't be able to escape the eyes. For a long moment, he doesn't answer, and it may seem as if he's thinking--whether reply or action, he doesn't indicate.

The chokuto comes out of its sheath as he rises slowly into a stand.]

I don't need your help.

[The quest clearly says-- Fuck the quest.]

Fine. Suit yourself.

[ Look, he's willing to play nice for now. At least for the sake of self preservation. But ah, that signature Uchiha arrogance he loathes so much.

You've got two differing colors here. It didn't necessary require both of them to be alive after all. Forget distraction. Bait would be the better word now. ]

I'll just wait until the cockatrice turns you to stone and take care of this and the reward myself. Hm.

I don't plan to let that happen. [And, given his strength, and his idiotic fortitude, it's likely true. He's not.

But the fact it will happen because he's too stubborn to acknowledge "2 of any color"--yeah. It might happen then.] Do you even know what to feed it? [Listen, it's a serious inquiry? Of course, it sounds arrogant af, though.

How did he have friends burning all these bridges?]

Corn, obviously.

[ Look, he's drawing conclusions from the fact the blasted thing looks to be at least 60% chicken. ]

Of course, there's also the possibility it turns out to be carnivorous. I'm sure it doesn't turn things to stone for no reason. We can test either theory.

[Okay, wise-fucking-guy. Sasuke just gives Deidara an unamused side glance.]

It's not corn.

[And he wishes he could say it's not corn because Deidara is a moron; really, it's not corn because "two of any color," and he doesn't believe corn to be the case. Unless... the corn was a corn cob, and each corn cob was some crazy shade of the rainbow.]

Go test it.

[Is Deidara... chicken?]

[ cockatrices have been successfully fed with very minimal damage -- no one was turned to stone, for one -- and even if noctis, for the life of him, doesn't understand just why one would choose to feed the vicious beasts instead of killing them, he follows accordingly.

a new person is met (and noctis can't shake the weird, weird feeling that somehow this new, strange, standoffish dude reminds him of himself). neither of them talk very much, but it suits noctis quite well. jobs are complete, and an unpleasant reward lies at the end of a very long and very strange tunnel.

he's staring at a similarly horrific scene in his own book, all color bleeding from his face. spot, his loyal black chocobo who had come along for the right, makes a soft, questioning kweh. he looks up when he hears his new companion's reaction, realizes quickly that maybe this isn't just limited to him, after all -- just like that whole talking furniture debacle. ]

Bad shit? [ he finally offers, more calm than he feels -- roiling, the clenching of his stomach. his father, dead in the middle of his throne room with a great sword in his chest. his knuckles are white when he closes the book. ] It happens. Whoever is running this town knows the worst of you.

[Bad shit.

The book has been made thick with it. The stack compared to the youth in Sasuke's tired face is startling. No way someone who looks barely sixteen, seventeen, can have a book of Bad Shit this heavy. Yet here it is.

Blue and unrefined; Uchiha, Sasuke but in strange characters; too colorful, too colorful for what's all inside it. Every heartache and sin standing out on the page, and he hadn't realized how much was there until it's all laid out. Not that he thinks he regrets a single one.

There's a bunch of excuses lodged in the base of his throat, most of all: they don't understand why he did what he did.] They shouldn't.

[The first page was as bad as the last. A dark-haired boy surrounded by the bodies of family, facing a brother. Two friends on the heads of leaders, one fighting for them and one fighting to let go.]

It doesn't matter. Why show this?

[ Noctis' gaze flickers to the book, shut tight and not for prying eyes. He looks back at him, Uchiha Sasuke, a few years younger than he is and yet his book's thicker, fuller -- if the contents of his own book is anything to go by, nothing in what he holds is even remotely pleasant. And perhaps, all of it true. ]

Because they can.

[ He says simply. It leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and Noctis has been quietly searching for a way to find out who they are, keeping tabs on the network, paying close attention to anything that unfolds. Now, however, he cannot help but notice that the book's taking its own toll on him, ghosts dredged up with child-like viciousness. ]

You can't let it get to you, [ Easier said than done. ] Ever considered setting fire to it?

[Sasuke can't say he fancies the idea of someone he doesn't know (is it true he doesn't know "them"?) who can pour all of his trauma into a single, concise book. There's no way one person knows all of these things collectively, right?]

It's better than letting it exist.

[So he bunches his fingers into the edge of the book and slides it away until he's clutching it by his waist like it's a pound of flesh. He levels Noctis finally with a pair of strange, mismatched eyes.]

Why do you care?

[ Noctis isn't a stranger to defensive dudes -- he is a defensive dude, prone to lashing out and being generally extremely unpleasant to be around sometimes, and he gets it, a little bit. He gets that it's shocking and infuriating to be able to read like that.

The talking furniture debacle, shrieking all his deepest secrets and fears to anyone close enough to hear, ripping open all the wounds that have barely closed had been a trial by fire, and Noctis blinks at those unnervingly mismatched eyes (seriously, what the hell? are they contact lenses?) before he meets them.

He flips open a page and holds it up. A throne room, strewn with dozens and dozens of bodies and soaked with blood, the king with a greatsword thrust through him. The traitor, turned away as the city beyond crumbles and burns.

Home. The weight of his guilt and his shame. Noctis looks calmer than he feels; after all, both are his constant companions these days. It's not really a new thing when he carries the weight of that with him all the time. They can't use it against you if you don't let them. ]

It's been... not great. [ Understatement, but like hell he's going to broadcast his feelings on the matter to anyone. ] You're stuck in here with the rest of us for now. I figure, gotta work together at least sometimes, right?

[The page of the book gets a glance that he feels almost embarrassed seeing. Not because it's childishly gory or tragic. It's too personal. He wouldn't want anyone else to have a big, long gander at the pages in his own book. For a moment, his eyes starts to lower, brows pinching, but then he just lifts them back to Noctis' face instead.

Fine. He gets the point.]

I'm not here to make friends.

[Those have been abandoned. He stood on top of Madara's statue, ready to cut the last friend out of him, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was in a well staring at the sky.]

[ Isn't that really, really lonely?

Despite that curt, standoffish comment, Noctis can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. An unwelcome sentiment, of course -- they might have just met, but he has the feeling that sympathy is just salt on Sasuke's wounds, whatever they are. ]

Works for me.

[ He says instead, finding himself quietly grateful for his own friends -- the people who put up with his shit, the people who made it possible to come this far. ]

Which world are you from, anyway?

[Loneliness means nothing to a boy who is convinced he's always had it.]

Konohagakure.

[It's a general enough answer to throw off someone unfamiliar, and yet, it's a good enough one to gauge for a reaction. His strange eyes shift back and forth, searching Noctis' face for any kind of recognition he's hoping won't be found. Not that he thinks Noctis is going to be from Konoha.

But there may be somewhere here who is.]

[ "Don't touch anything."

That just makes it so much more tempting, as if a house made entirely out of candy isn't tempting enough. There's chocolate and marshmallow and artificially flavored hard candy and all sorts of things that Mafuyu has no impulse control against, her tongue pressed against a windowpane when she hears Sasuke's shout. Not even breaking off a piece of the house. She just goes ahead and licks the window. ]

Shut up! Don't tell me what to do!

[ He's not the boss of her, but neither is she the boss of him- her commands, though, are just as forceful, accustomed to be listened to and obeyed. ]

[Why would anyone lick a house, he wants to know. Why would anyone build a house made out of food, much less why would anyone want to try to eat it.

Something isn't right. It honestly doesn't take a genius. A colorful, foodified house sitting in the middle of the bland greyscale woods? His face is a pinched bunch of hard angles.]

I don't care if you die because you ate a piece of a strange house. It isn't my problem. But I'm not going to waste my energy fighting something that wakes up because you did.

[ If something is there, you don't question it; you make do with what's given to you. And it's a house, it's candy, both are harmless, innocent, inanimate objects and the worse Mafuyu can think to expect is a bad stomachache and a night of regrets. ]

What can "wake up" if I eat it? If I get a stomachache, I'll deal with it, it's not something you can punch away anyways.

[No one ever said Sasuke was very good at tact. The idea that he has to even bother with the energy of the intimidation annoys him.

With the same right hand he wields it, he fluidly pulls the chokuto from its sheath at his back. The blade spins and points at Mafuyu as he comes further out of the house.]

I won't tell you again. You don't know anything about this house. Don't be an idiot.

The hell are you threatening me for?

[ She doesn't back down in face of the sword, and, unwisely, takes a step forward in challenge, even though she has nothing to defend herself with besides her own two hands and the clothes on her back. ]

You can't scare me away so you can have the entire place to yourself.

[Just by the way she moves, Sasuke can tell there's really no dangerous threat to himself, at least not on his level. He frowns, and the sword slowly lowers. It appears to be more out of pity than apology.]

I don't want the house. I want to know why it's here.

[ Pity... She gets that a lot, but at least Sasuke has the courtesy of not showing it on his face. With that sword out of her face, Mafuyu settles with hands on her hips, looking off towards the house and squinting at it. ]

You don't need the entire house to figure that out. Let me have half. Can't it be it's here to feed lost travelers or whatever?

[Geez. It's about as frustrating as having to deal with Naruto.]

If travelers were going to be fed, it wouldn't be a house. [He realizes he may not get through to her. Whatever.] Do what you want.

When you turn into a monster, I'll kill you.

[ It's all fine if she does what she wants, but whoa whoa whoa, she can't allow Sasuke the same. ]

Hold up, that's really extreme, isn't it?! You can just kill people 'cause they're on a sugar high or something!

[The sword swings around in front of him, but instead of doing anything to her, it jabs into the side of the house. Easily, he pries off a piece of it with a snap, and the jerk of the blade sends the sugary glass over to land in front of her feet.]

That'll be the least of your worries. Go ahead. I'll kill you quickly.

Test Drive Meme 2.

Sasuke Uchiha | Naruto

Incidentally I was thinking of apping this guy in... let's go with... 3!

goD

it'll be a blast

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