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:
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IV | YGO Zexal (for all your jerk needs)
[Whatever kind of hell his twisted imagination could have come up with, it never included strange towns and talking flowers.
So far IV has tried to take everything in stride, defaulting to putting on his 'Gentleman Duelist / Asia Champion' idolish act, but these flowers are making it more and more difficult. All the insincere compliments of the colorful ones had made him sick reminding him of his fans so he had kept wandering until he came upon a patch of colorless ones.]
Cheater! You're only a champion because you laid that trap for him!
Haha, you know that's not true. Nobody forced him to pick up my deck and look through my cards, although I do admit that it was stupid of me to have forgotten it in the resting room in the first place-
Gentleman my ass! You're an asshole who gets his kicks off of thinking that he's better than everybody else!
That's really not the case. I really care about each one of my fans. Their support helps me to always give my best.
[If he keeps having to say shit like that he's going to feel sick. But those flowers are in for a bad surprise if they think they can make him break character this easily. He's being popular for a living for way too long!]
Your father was right to use you as a toss-away fodder for your rival!
WHAT?!
4. ...and for stress relief
[Now the flowers had done it. IV didn't care for reason anymore, not when those damn blasted things keep on torturing him with visions of an awkward but loving father that no longer exists in that form and his own little brother -- worse than dead, laid out comatose in a much too big bed in that room, way too much like a toy to be forgotten.
That's just what their father now is planning to do with them, right? The flowers were right, that bastard Tron had played all of them, used them as fodder and IV? IV had let the only person on earth who has always held to him walk right into it, even when he had known, had fucking -known- that that bastard was up to no good!! ...and then he wasn't even strong enough to rescue him, ending up just like him instead-- all he had been able to do was to grovel and ask his enemy for mercy; if not for himself then at least to rescue the rest of his family. Had that bastard Ryouga actually cared? IV doubts it, but there is nothing he can still do about it anymore.
Not that it matters.
What matters is that IV could have just as well killed Michael with his own hands!! And. Those. Flowers. Are. Getting. A. Kick. Rubbing. It. In!!]
Okay, that's enough with playing mister nice guy! I'm sick of putting on this annoying front anyway! You want something to laugh?!
[A whisk of his hand and his bracelet unfolds into an axe-like contraption. Without wasting a breath IV draws a card from his deck and slaps it on his duel disk.]
Take this! "Flaming Hell Blessing"!! ENJOY MY FANSERVICE AND TURN TO ASH YOU LOSERS!!
[A surge of alien energy and suddenly several waves of very real fire are rolling over the flower field as IV laughs sadistically. Normal cards can't do shit like this, but the one his father had given him so that his son could 'accidentally' kill himself sure does!]
X. Wildcard!
4
Then there's shouting, and it shatters the illusion. Snapping back to reality, Rosetta gasps at the sight of the flower field. Fire. So much fire. It's everywhere.]
What are you doing!?
[She rushes toward the perpetrator, quiet grief and fury creeping into her voice.]
Ah, the flowers . . . They're burning . . .
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[He trails off and scoffs, his hands balling into fists at his side. Sadly IV has not much to offer for good memories - a stray brush of a remaining flower and a brief glimpse of a happy memory might be conjured up; an exhausted man smiling as his sons play with each other. The eldest sibling tries to be responsible and reign a laughing IV in who cannot be older than ten. The little redhead is alternating between playing with a dog that is bigger than himself and play-bullying their smallest sibling who keeps sticking to him with wide green eyes when he isn't proudly showing of a childish drawing of what seems like a deformed glass skull to their father.]
Tch!
[A stomp of IV's boot on the flower and some furious grinding ends the backflash that contained so much in a flash of mere seconds.
Turning his attention back to Rosetta he scowls. Since she has already seen him like this there's no point putting on any fake pleasant attitudes.]
What is it to you? Don't tell me you're sad to see them go! Or do you get off on seeing others being mocked with their memories?
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Her voice is even and calm, suggesting in its tone that IV cool off.]
Your frustration is understandable. But at this rate, the fire will spread beyond the flowerbed to the rest of the forest, taking countless lives with it . . . Do you mean to say that you're all right with that?
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Unfortunately he doesn't know her well enough and not even IV is stupid enough to pick fights with strangers at random. Not to mention that she has a point.]
Do you mean to say I should give a damn?
[He holds her eyes defiantly before a sick smile flashes over his face and he turns his head, showing her the nasty scar that covers most of the right side of his face.]
I know more about the perils of fire that you most likely ever will. I say it's worth it. My name is IV. [He pronounces it like "Four", the english word for the number.] If you want to stop me you will have to defeat me first! But first show some manners and give your name in return!
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If she wants to stop him, he says. Will the fire continue to grow if she doesn't comply, or is he stalling? Her chest tightens from another glance at the field of flowers.]
I'm not interested in discussing manners with ill-behaved children. But if confronting you will do something about the flames, then fine. My name is Rosetta. Now prepare yourself.
[She's going to spank the sparks out of this one. He can have the first move.]
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[Hypocrisy? Ill-behaved? Of course he is! IV is an outrageous, cornered brat who burns to let the rest of the world smart and suffer like he once did, before the injuries got infected and he grew more and more rotten to the core. He isn't even denying it - after that goddamn fire incident he is well beyond the point of forgiveness or return. It's hard to think that it's already almost a year in the past.
Part of him is almost glad that he didn't get to destroy the brother like he had with the sister. If, you know, IV HADN'T BEEN FUCKING REPLACED AND TOSSED AWAY FOR THE GUY.The memory of his last duel is enough to bring a scowl on IV's face as he activates his duel disc once more. While the martial-looking glove springs to life he summons his tattoo as well- and does a double take.]
What the- The Overlay Network isn't responding!
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[Without even meaning to, she conforms to the dueling etiquette of stating her turn. Whatever he intended, the contraption connected to his glove must be important. Rosetta strikes there—with the flick of her wrist, a sharp bramble the size of a human adult rips through the air from the earth, threatening to skewer anything in its path.]
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[Oh. Crap!
IV jumps back and thanks his quick reflexes and battle training in younger years (both formal back when III decided he wanted to learn how to fence and informal brawling back at the orphanage) for preventing the close call. His arm still smarts from where he used it to block the plant-attack. Seeing that some of his duel-disk's blades have half-dug into the plant IV groans.]
No way, seriously?! I won't ruin my cards by putting them on a soiled duel disk just because you can't keep it in your pants!
[It's hard to tell how she summoned the bramble, so he curses and gives linking into the overlay network another try.]
My turn! Duel!
[aaaaand nothing. A quick glance on his glove confirms that there is a whole zero connection going on here. IV has the sudden strong desire to hit his head against a wall.]
Ugh... Stop, damn it! With this thing dead I can't fight!
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And? You issued the challenge. No enemy will stop for you, simply because you demand it. Let this be your lesson.
[To prove her point, she poises her hand for another strike, should he provoke her again. She won't harm a defenseless opponent—within reason.]
So? Do you intend to keep this up, or will you concentrate all that energy in minimizing the damage you caused to the field? I suggest that you choose quickly.