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Test Drive Meme 3.


Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells, And cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row.
Prompt 1: t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone. The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well. If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way. Prompt 2: ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here. Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems. You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing. Prompt 3: e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it. (Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!) She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear. Prompt 4: ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town... And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours -- And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing. And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful! 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! Welcome to Awash's third Test Drive Meme! Please check out the FAQ and rules as you test your characters out. The setting is yours to play with, so be creative and have a good time with it! An important date to remember is September 1st, 9 PM EST, when Applications will open. There will be no reserves for this app round or any future app rounds, so it will be first come, first served applications. As a side note, TDM threads are not canon, so please feel free to assume established CR for the sake of the TDM if it will make threading or showing off your character's voice easier. If you have any questions about the TDM, feel free to ask us here. If there are any other questions, you can catch us via PM, the FAQ or the contact page. You are of course welcome to use prompts from the previous two test drives. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

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[ and of course trusty robot protector is at small child's side, because where else would she be? doing something useful somewhere else? nah. being somewhere else means she can't offer a rather innocent, unintentionally mean-- ]

I believe they are referring to you, Amada-san.

[ --after very obviously looking over their little three-man party and processing the fact that... well. they couldn't mean her, as she was the tallest.

(you've still got some inches left, ken, no worries--)

to aigis's credit, she does pause about that after the fact, adding on a helpful: ]

... Or they could mean Koromaru-san. As a dog, he is--and most likely will always be--the shortest member of our group.

[ captainobvious.exe completed as she looks over to doggo

no offense, doggo. ]

The former, I would think. A man can learn to remove his blinders and see clearly, but one who shuts his eyes of his own volition will never see at all.

[Whatever he wishes to be, hm? That's interesting. It makes Ginko curious exactly what manner of being he is--not the kind of guardian he's familiar with, he doesn't think. Not simply a mushi, either. Perhaps...a former guardian? After all, he'd said he was once many things. Or something else entirely, maybe. Some part of the natural order? He's brimming with curiosity, but he'll indulge it in time.]

Many would say that is an enviable state of being. What should I call whatever it is you wish to be right now, however?

[Ah.... Atsushi watches as the little cub lays down, still looking depressed in his eyes.

That probably hadn't helped, had it?

He's quiet for a long few moments, trying to think of what he can do to reassure the little one, before....]

....You don't have to be alone. I can keep you company, if you like.

[Very, very hesitantly, he reaches for his ability. He's not keen to destroy his clothes right now, but he doesn't want to do something frightening like that here, either.

Instead, there's a long, furry tail uncurling around him in the next moment. It's striped black and white, and very clearly attached, from the way it's tip taps against the ground.]

That sounds like a great idea!

[ Her heart can't take all this abuse. Or rather, it can, but she'll end up stomping on them the way Maribelle did and that's no way for a princess to act.

Taking Maribelle's hand, she hoists herself up to follow Maribelle, wherever the other girl may lead. ]

Do all the plants here talk like that? How does anyone get anything done if they're all talking all the time?

[ She's going to be in for one rude awakening if so. ]

I see. There isn't anything wrong with keeping a gift if it means a great deal to you. [His own hunger had been for power. He craved it--validation, success, and stopped at nothing to get it. This isn't something he necessarily senses in Nico despite having such a weapon. Surely Nico's first instinct, if so, would have been to raze the entire field. Control. Dominance.

Sasuke would have done as much after such a sting, he thinks.

For the time being, the explanation is enough to satisfy. He doesn't bother digging. There's better ways of getting information. People show more than others think; paying attention is all that's needed.]

Just remember to draw it only when you intend to use it.

[If there was ever a time for this solid spear spirit to be flustered, this would be it.

For a beat he gapes, then he moves his hands anxiously, debating whether to touch the child. But reason dictates that clothing should come first, as she's not visibly wounded... So he turns his back while pulling off his white vest. It's not much, but if nothing else she can wrap herself in it.]

You are the little tiger, aren't you. Please, do not be afraid. Although I do not change like that, I am the spirit of a spear, myself. [And those bright amber-coloured eyes ... they remind him of his own. He can't help but feel some kinship with the girl on those two levels.
He modestly holds his vest out behind him without looking.]

Please, cover yourself with this, if you like. I promise, I will take care of you. [He reiterates that, in case she understands speech better as a human.]

'Bushels of wheat?'

[ She echoes Okuni, all the hope draining from her eyes.

THAT'S NOT ANY BETTER....her fingers spasm around her hair reflexively, and she wonders if there's anyone in this town that might be able to redo her hair. And maybe Okuni's hair while they're at it, since the flower is taking no prisoners today. ]

Hey, that's not very nice! I think her hair looks wonderful.

[ It's long and black and sleek....man, Lissa's actually a little jealous. ]

How do you keep it so smooth?

[ And can she touch it. ]

And who determines what seeing clearly entails? "Now everything is clear," cries the mage after speaking to one tricky spirit, and suddenly the Dead are popping up left and right. Troublesome.

[Not that he has to deal with them any longer, thank goodness, but still. Millenia of servitude have left their mark! He takes a moment to yawn, sharp white teeth flashing in the sun.]

Just thinking about it is tiring. So, moving on to more practical matters... you wish to know my name? Very well. I will offer mine only after you offer yours.

[Cats, man. Persnickety creatures.]

Are you kidding me? [ The timing and wording is correct, but Kaiki's naturally dour tone of voice puts a bit of a damper on the delivery of that line. It's a decent attempt, though. ] At the very least, I'd be a house-husband, not a house-wife.

[ A dramatic sigh as he glances towards the flowers. They seem to be listening curiously, so maybe this isn't a completely wasted effort. ]

Well, in either case -- what were you saying about the North Wind and the Sun, Yamada-kun? I assume you're referring to the fairy tale?

[Haha, yes, he does use 'dono'. But he's had all sorts of reactions to that so far. (This is a pretty cute one, though, he must admit.)

To Tonbokiri's mind, such trust is praiseworthy (with a shadow of worry that hopefully it won't land the young man into undue trouble).

He does not hesitate to put the blade of the spear carefully to the knot. At first gently, but then pressing more firmly. The cord is not even split by a thread.
There is a grain of frustration in him that he cannot cut it, but he must yield.]

My apologies. It is not being cut. I suspect some sort of magic - the town is capable of such things, unfortunately. If I pressed further, I fear I might unintentionally harm you. But please be reassured, most of the doings of this town last for a limited time.

[ If only that shade of history had already come to pass and she could magically transform into a more mature version of herself, able to temper her emotions in a manner similar to her long-dead sister.

As it is now, she's nothing more than a teary-eyed girl wiping snot from her nose, and blinking up in confusion as Lucina approaches. ]

I'm—I'm fine, really.

[ It's absolutely a lie, but maybe if she says it enough times it'll become truth. Quickly, she wipes away her tears too, then slaps on a wobbly smile. ]

I was just...remembering some bad stuff.

[ To put it lightly. Why the image even popped into her head in the first place, she's not sure, but she'd rather not think about it. ]

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[ Hm. So they stop talking when picked. A good thing to know. Kaiki silently thanks Haruko for making that move in his stead -- it's not that he was particularly scared of harming the flowers, but it's also not in his nature to take any risks without the possibility of profiting from it. ]

The big bad wolf ... [ A thoughtful cant of the head. ] Not quite correct on two fronts. I'm not afraid, and the 'adversary' here wouldn't be a wolf. More like a butterfly, anything. Ah, it's like from old fairy tales of children being tempted by beautiful lights leading them astray in the dead of night, chasing beautiful insects into the forest, only to be spirited away and never seen again.

One doesn't need to be afraid of those mischievous insects to want to avoid them. Likewise, I would be careful of things in this strange place. Careful of one's words, and careful of these flowers. [ He cants his head the other way, nodding towards the cheery flowers. ]

[Nothing happens, but the shock of it is lost on indifference.

From within one of the sparse clearings in the field, a sword lifts and gleams in the light. The sharp end of it has impaled one of the beautiful flowers right through the middle of all the petals.

Was he hiding? Maybe. He's small enough that the flowers conceal him rather well. The only reason anyone would notice is if he did something blatant... like raise his sword up for show.]

Rather dull, if you ask me. I can always stab you if you were expecting something more interesting.

[ Why can't Phos just yell at some flowers for awhile without everyone making a big deal about it, Cairngorm? Honestly. They stand up at the sound of their partner's (flat, rude as ever!) voice, obviously ruffled about having to take harassment from two sides now. ]

They started it! [ 10/10, sound argument. As if in retaliation, one of the flowers spits another "idiot!" their way, right before the rest of the patch starts chiming in. Phos doesn't hesitate in beheading a large section of them in one swipe with their alloy, fixing Cairngorm with a Look that oozes "see why would I lie about mean flowers". ]

You see? I was minding my own business and they started doing that. Go stand by some and they'll tell you you're an uptight, no-fun rock or something.

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That doesn't sound very interesting at all. After all, you and I both already know exactly what will happen if you do.

[No one in the world manages to be quite so blasé about a death threat as Sakyo. But that's what you get when you live your life from one gamble to the next, perhaps; the only thing that can entertain you anymore is the thrill of a greater and greater risk.]

Hello, Hiei. Don't you have a victory celebration to be attending?

[ himari.... sweet summer child.......

Unfortunately for her, he's already elevated into friend status in Momo's eyes, which means that he eagerly reacts to the introduction of the joke— attentive and alert, even as the flower groans. ]

Haha, whoa, did you? How did that go?

[Ah. Still in love? How does he break this spell. Is it just that she's bored? Guren has no way of telling if he'll be able to outrun her, but in this type of scenario, it's his only choice. That's what he thinks, anyway.

So, he turns to flee... A runaway husbando!!]

[Oh]

You're serious?

[Another person who dies a lot... why is he cursed with this knowledge, it's so concerning. He considers that for a moment.]

Things get pretty crazy around here. I started an organization called the defense force, so if you feel like doing anything dangerous, you should let me know first.

[Or ignore him bc he's bossy, all is fair.] You'll probably get roped into knitting or cooking for people, though. Fair warning.

[Ugh. He's tired of people killing all of these flowers.]

Cut it out. If you want to fix it, then get working on your relationship with others, and you'll restore color to them. [It's a long, complicated process, he's pretty sure, but he's hoping this will stop them from stomping on grey flowers in the meantime?]

If you dig them all up, we'll have nothing left. This place is already ugly enough, so just leave the flowers alone.

[Of all the things to cross, why does it have to be a weirdo trying to nap and stuck in one of his windows. He stares, hands in his pockets, for a good couple seconds, and then sighs as he reaches to help her get unstuck.]

Don't just lie there, you're in the way. [Hardly, but still.] Just who do you think this is tiring for?

Hey.

[That's not a hello hey, that's a what the heck hey, and Guren reaches out to plant his palm to Horikawa's forehead and push. He'd come this way to investigate the screams, not to experience kabedon.]

What's your problem? Were you screwing with the flowers? [He SWEARS...]

[ Yukine takes a step back from the flower- not to heed Okuni's warning or anything, but to take a better look at who's speaking to him, a woman standing before the flowers and not even amongst them to better pretend they're the ones speaking. He's not a child! That doesn't fool him!! ]

I'd say women shouldn't be alone in the forest either, then. [ It's always women and children grouped together, like they're defenseless and in need of protecting, but from what? Mean flowers? ]

I can take care of myself! I wouldn't come out here unless I could!

[Having found out that new people had arrived, Tonbokiri is walking around town, trying to help out as needed, with the dual hope and fear of finding familiar faces. It is always nice to have a comrade, but he equally does not wish this situation on any of them...

His thoughts on that tangent, a familiar colour from a familiar uniform catches his eye, and he sees Horikawa-dono plucking at a flower with a serene smile. There is something strangely eerie about it, but before he can put a finger on it Horikawa looks up to meet his eyes. Lifting one hand in greeting, because the other is holding his spear as always, Tonbokiri walks forward to meet the other sword part way.]

It is good to see you, Horikawa-dono. You must have just recently arrived. Are you doing all right?

[ He puffs, hands at his hips. ]

Huuuhh?! Shouldn't I be Suzuki-san?!

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