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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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[1 - The Language of Flowers]

[The hydrangeas are talking to him.

Well, no, that's not accurate. They're more talking at Dwyer than to him, since he's very pointedly ignoring everything they say as he sits on the edge of a bridge in Bluo, not too far from the windowsill box that they've been planted in. And...Gods above, they're not at all polite.]

What a lazy lout!

Don't you do anything but sit around with that look on your face? What a waste of legs!

He should give 'em to us, he should!

[You can see Dwyer sigh, roll his eyes, and shift a little on his perch, staring quietly at the murky waters below, and you can just hear him say over the din of the flowers, punctuated by a yawn,] As if I haven't heard worse...

[3 - Petals to Petals]

[This was silly. This was dumb. Dwyer already knew she liked him, they'd had that conversation. They were going to stay together once the war was over, he as a butler and she as...

As...

What was it she was planning on doing again? As Dwyer plucks at petals, he can't recall the face of the girl he'd devoted himself to back home - not her face or name or anything about her, just how dear she was in his heart, how much it hurts not to see her here...

The last petal is plucked with a weak cry from the flower, and he looks up, this exhausted young man, dark circles around his eyes, a mop of messy whiteish hair, a bit of a hunch to him, and when he sees you, his cheeks turn bright red, and he tries to stand a little taller.]

Uh...um...h-hey, you. Er...I...I've...

[So who are you and why has this teenager suddenly gone tongue tied before you?]

[4 - Photographic Memories]

[The forest is tempting, even for someone like Dwyer who would much prefer to stay home and sleep the day away, and when he finds himself before the colorless flowers, he's hesitant to get closer at first...and then he realizes, no, these ones aren't going to start talking to him.]

Oh, what a relief...

[And it IS a relief. So much so that, despite his common sense prickling at his mind, he finds a relatively empty patch between the flowers to lay down, and while he brushes some of them, none seem to plague his mind with memories of the fallen. Probably because, by some miracle, none of his friends had perished in his parents' war.

He probably shouldn't lay down there, though. Maybe you can haul this lazy kid to his feet? Granted, you ought to be careful of those flowers, too...]

[Maybe... not... harmless completely... Damn.]

Mm. [He's also thinking. And watching her begin burying the flowers, smothering out their attempts at insults. The effort is childish, but earnest, and not something most people would think to do.

Most would cut them down.] Are you going to cover all of them in the town?

[Yup, grabbing him by that little long bit of hair on the back of Mutsunokami's head is exactly what Horikawa does. He does so with little hesitation, reaction time alarmingly fast and the relaxed expression on his face unwavering. ... Well, it seems relaxed, but---]

... Where are you going? [Somehow, despite his inquistive, yet pleasant tone, Horikawa's words have a slight of chillingness to them. His expression becomes one of disapproval, as if he were a mother who caught her child stealing from the cookie jar for the fifth time that day:] Geez, Mutsunokami-san! It's bad manners to walk away from someone when they're trying to tell you something important, you know! I don't like getting mad, so please listen to what I have to say, at least. Okay?

[Don't make him ground you.]

[For a moment or two, he stands and watches the fire roll out across the field, and then he again vanishes. This time, he reappears in the air, hovering, falling very slowly. He does half of a set of jutsu hand signs in front of him, curls his fingers by his lips just the same. Inhales through his mouth.

The fire starts stretching a long tendril of itself, swirling, back to him. At his fingers and lips, it converges into chakra. From a distance, it looks as if he's simply sucking all of the flame right back into the throat from where it came. With one, long breath, he pulls the fire from the charred remains and extinguishes it.

He returns to Nico before he falls much further toward the ground, a zip from one place to the other. Nothing is out of the ordinary until Nico quickly steps back when he appears--but it hadn't been from him. He's seen the look on Nico's face plenty of times. Too many.

Twisting, he faces and steps in front of Nico, blocking the boy's vision to the wasteland and attempting to break concentration. The movement tosses his hair out of the way. The single black eye has changed into something strangely red and jagged; the other eye is worse: purple from corner to corner broken up by lines of black.]

It's over. You don't have to worry about it or the flowers anymore.

( why )

( He's always been able to escape the Shinsengumi before so why is this lifetime so different. There's a chill in the air and he feels a shiver go down his spine. It's the middle of the summer. Why does he feel like this!!! Honestly, Horikawa is probably the only one of the Shinsengumi swords that can get Mutsu to stay in his place and behave. It helps that he's usually a pleasant and agreeable person to be around! ... Even when he's being downright scary.

Horikawa's Tone™ is super effective and it gets him to shrink away, still trying to get away as much as he can... Please, let him go, he promises he'll behave? )

... Right. ( He sounds so unsure. ) Okay. ( He's suddenly so agreeable. ) Get it out already...

( Please. )

I'm sorry to hear that.

[ Relatives of his...? Noctis blinks at the flowers, then back at him, sensing the sorrow, something that renders him a touch more human, softer than the neutrality that he'd worn just seconds ago. ]

Uh. You okay? You must've been close to them.

You would gravitate to these hideous things, wouldn't you?

[He's not surprised by any of the three things currently happening: the affinity for strange, enchanted flowers; the affinity for wails of agony; or the affinity to start getting primal and wicked.

The blade of his sword lowers to the space between Kurama's head and shoulder from behind, extending far enough to be seen. The tip has pierced the body of one of the flowers, holding it mercilessly hostage. A warning. It's what's going to happen to Kurama's flower in a few seconds if this continues.]

As good as I'm sure the entertainment would get, now isn't the time to get rowdy, Kurama.

[ He would know that gold-blonde hair anywhere, the white of her dress so pristine that it's almost blinding -- he might not have seen her in person for too, too long, but he would recognise her anywhere. She's real, she's here, and even if things are more complicated than they were before, he can't help a well of joy and hope; if she's here, then she's not dead.

If she's here, he can keep her safe.

He's rushing forward when Luna stumbles back, catching a firm hold of her before she can fully hit the ground. ]

Luna!

[????

It's honest, but makes him more confused, though it's only momentary. Wait--had he...? His head snaps up, face withering. Oh no... He had expressed some kind of True Feeling to some random townsperson??? HELP] It's not-- [If he takes it back, will that be rude?

As if he thinks Mutsu is gross?] I didn't mean to say what I said. The flowers...

I think... there's some magic.

Ya mean ya don't love me from the bottom of your heart?

( Just putting it out there. If he teases like this, he can brush it off easily!!! )

Oh? Were they really being so rude?

[ Dia peers over at the flowers. ]

Maybe they just secretly wanted some attention? They look awfully sad, so maybe some water would perk them right up?

Oh, that's easy! I keep it in my bra. You know, so it's as close to my heart as possible.

[ She tries to reach to get it out, but there are, like .... two thousand buttons in the way, between the collared shirt and the jacket she's got on now. ]

Will I get in trouble if I burst out of this thing?? Because wow is it super uncomfortable and I miss my crop top.

[She pauses her work at the question. This is an inefficient way of going about it but there are only a few flowers in this spot, and she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty.]

Should I?

[Honestly, a large-scale project wouldn't be so bad! But she doesn't know if it would be a good idea. Hatoko continues moving the dirt, beginning with a flower that just called her an airhead.]

[Not saying a lot is what Damian reads best, and even if he doesn't know what the hell Nico is, he knows it isn't simply "not the Grim Reaper or Death." Not with that kind of ability.]

No. Someone has been able to understand the mutated animals in the forest, however. "Understand" is putting it simply. He claimed the animals had multiple voices, and he couldn't make out what they were saying. Only that it was pained.

We split one of them later, one of the animals. They're all spliced. We separated a goat and a bird, but lost the bird. I'm assuming because it hadn't been the dominant animal.

Anyway... [His eyes drift from Nico's face to the board, the map. His lips frown.] The forest is full of illusions and magic like any fairy tale. You shouldn't go in alone.

[Damn...

Once she's down, his attention turns back to the flowers. He really needs one for studying. If anything, he can also give it to his father for studying. Maybe even Clark who can possible see into the plant's structure.

But he doesn't have his Robin gloves--or any gloves, and based on the tiger's apprehension, he doesn't think he wants to touch it with his bare hands. He trusts the instincts of animals more than the theories of other people.] Mm. [Welp.

He starts removing the cloth belt from around his waist, plucking the three batarangs from the hidden pouches on the inside and depositing them in his boots. It releases folded shirt so it opens, but he shouldn't be touched by anything on the chest or stomach.

It's obvious what he plans to do when he starts wrapping it around and around one hand. Makeshift glove.]

No, not-- [--that one, you moron. Hm. Alright, asshat, that's fine. This is fine.

Damian's lip curls in exasperated displeasure, but he doesn't stop Yuu from hefting up the larger board and handing it over. Putting the makeshift hammer down, he climbs to his feet to receive the opposite end by sliding it under one arm.

It won't be too heavy necessarily, but it'll be cumbersome, and that's exactly what Damian wants. He pretends to not be able to wield it, lifting it and smacking the end under Yuu's chin as he turns to heft it up on the roof. It gently hits Yuu in every place along the side of the head on the way up.]

Oh. Sorry. [:)] You gave me the bigger one, so it's a little heavy.

[ Shinya's first thought is somewhere along the lines of Wow, what is Guren telling people that they can't tell me from Goshi?

But only his first thought. This guy is a complete stranger to Shinya, so for him to not only know of both he and Goshi, and make a semi-accurate guess to his identity...

That's not insignificant. ]

That's right! Guren's my loyal subordinate-- [ what ] --so I hope you're treating him well.

Tt. A likely story. [If this cat can talk, he's certain this cat can pick one of these God forsaken flowers.

His eyes watch the cat move from relaxing to the flowers, and he frowns at the taunting questioning.] Anything given to us by this town or by the forest beside it is going to be a trap.

You, for example. How do I know you're not something the town conjured? Wanting me to pick the enigmatic flowers, how convenient.

[ subordinate, he says… dextera somehow doubts that, but what matters more is that he does hope he’s been treating guren well. he nods, with an awkward smile, but it’s probably not a lie. ]

I’m glad you’re here. He really misses you.

[ hm, way to give away guren’s fluffy secrets like that!! ]

[It's a lack of other options that has her turning away from the field of weird flowers that she no longer had an appetite for. If all fails, Kanna at least has confidence in the fact that she's bigger than this human and probably more powerful but for now she frowns (or at least in so much as a dragon can frown) before withdrawing one foot and hearing a whole bunch of flowers yell at her.

That's why you were banished! No one loves you!]

So noisy.

[But there's still an angry thrash of her tail even as she's careful not to hit the flowers or the human.]

They are noisy. I can destroy them if you want, but you’re welcome to do it yourself.

[ still, sierra most certainly does not want to get thwacked by that lashing tail, no matter how kind she’s being or how confident she is in the ability to defend herself. nobody wants a black eye, let alone one from a dragon. ]

I'm fine.

[With a strange kind of tenderness, Sasuke slowly curls his fingers over the flower in his palm... then squeezes it tightly. Lightning bubbles up out of the crevices between his fingers, sparking momentarily, and then it's gone. When he opens his hand, the flower crumbles to the ground in flakes.

If it hadn't been for the town, the flower, this is something he never would mentioned. Discussing it now is only somewhat easier. The wound is a gnarled scar rather than an opened, raw one.]

My brother. I hated him for a long time.

[ ...Noctis has so many questions. But considering he saw himself with his dad, he can draw a few conclusions, like the younger one is almost definitely this stranger, and the older one, well.

It didn't look like they hate each other. He's watching the flower crumble and flake, the acrid scent of lightning sizzling in the air -- so he knows magic, too. Interesting. ]

How come?

[Does she want to destroy them? Of course.

But at the same time she feels like Kobayashi would have disapproved of using violence to solve her problems. Then again, Kobayashi wasn't here... but if she did come, Kanna would want to make her proud... or at least make her think that she'd at least been behaving a little.

As she thinks, the tip of her tail twitches and then finally, finally settles once she comes to a decision and makes her announcement.]

.....We can't. We'll solve this peacefully.

[Which is by crouching down and saying in a serious, no-nonsense voice:]
Shut up, you stupid flowers, do you want me to turn you into potpourri?

[Nailed it.]

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Test Drive Meme 3.

Dwyer | Fire Emblem: Fates (Revelation Route)

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