Prompt 1:
 t happens in a flash. One second you're wandering the Town, living your casual, day-to-day life, and the next? You're suddenly face to face with a sweet fairy godmother. She's beautiful, and kind, and warm-hearted, tutting at you gently and encouraging you to just "answer a few questions for me, dearie".
If you don't, she'll just keep following you around, so maybe you should just get it over with...?
The questions she asks, are, well... a little personal. Have you ever killed someone? Have you ever had sex? Have you ever been jealous of someone else? Have you ever stolen? Have you ever been unkind?
The questions go on and on in that vein, growing increasingly unfair, until there's one you just can't answer -- and then she sighs, shaking her head, and declares you "not pure of heart at all". And then she'll cast a curse on you, before disappearing in a poof of nothingness.
The curse can do any of the following things:
1. Force you to only speak the truth, no matter how you try.
2. Make your powers run amuck, no matter how competent you are with them otherwise.
3. Just generally remove your inhibitions, so that you'll do things you'd normally be convinced are a bad idea.
Of course, if you're totally pure of heart and can answer everything yes a la Disney princesses, you won't get cursed at all. She'll pat you on the head before disappearing, you lucky duck, you.
Prompt 2:
t comes upon you like an absolutely ridiculous urge, one that's surely the Town's doing -- one moment you're walking, the next, the moment you see someone else, you feel the urge to intensely, fiercely engage in an insults battle.
This can take the form of flowery Shakespearean insults, or a rap battle, or who knows what else -- all your character knows is that they desperately have to win this battle of insults with this total stranger. Get to it!
Prompt 3:
 he quest sits proudly and clearly on the quest post on the forum. It seems simple, too:
Quest 87
Beautify the Kraken
Requirements: Any two colors.
Surely you can manage that much! So off to the harbor you go to find a kraken. That's actually the easy part; the kraken will emerge to anyone wading into the woods.
The much harder part is...beautifying it. Good luck trying to put some lipstick on it as it tries to drag you down into the depths! How much eyeshadow would a kraken even need? Do you even have any make-up on you from this desolated Town?
Prompt 4:
here's something weird about the Town today. It's foggy, and dark, and gloomy, which is a far cry from the typical summer warmth... and oddly silent too, as if the fog is muffling all sound. It gets quieter the closer you get to the well, too... and it feels like something is watching you.
Which is because, quiet simply, something is. It's a small, white porcelain doll, without a face. It just appears wherever you walk, staring you down as you go. It won't move while you're watching it, but as soon as you turn around...
It's suddenly right there next to you.
It doesn't actually want to hurt you. It's just there, following you, constantly... how obnoxious, this isn't a horror film!
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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[Said at about the same time he becomes the recipient of that very long-suffering stare... Holding the doll in one hand, he reaches down with the other to fish his dearest pig up from the ground.]
Goodness, you really do find ways to get into all sorts of trouble, don't you? Don't be unkind to strangers, Saizo. You should apologize.
[Saizo just stares Japan's way, though... WHAT AN ANGRY... ANGRY EXPRESSION ON SUCH A TINY, TINY PIG.]
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he tucks his hands into his sleeves with an arch of his brows, glancing from the pig to the doll, then back up to souji. ] I don't believe that he's feeling particularly apologetic. Perhaps if we were not strangers..?
[ or maybe he's just always going to be an attack-pig. ]
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Oh, don't mind his face. It's looked like that from the beginning! [RUDE.] He's really quite a sweet boy once you get to know him, I promise.
[THAT SAID, he loves making new friends here! While he'd spent a while introducing himself by first name only out of an abundance of caution, he'd come to realize quickly that pretty much no one was from the same place or even planet. Which is why his cursed ass doesn't hesitate at all, dipping his head a little in greeting.]
You've met Saizo already, of course, and I'm Okita Souji. It's wonderful to meet you!
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he starts to open his mouth and say something about pet owners being biased, but then souji introduces himself and he freezes. he stares for several stunned, disbelieving moments, then glances back down to the sword he thought he recognized.
no. that's definitely impossible. he doesn't even look like his okita-san! but then, there have been stranger things here. could it really be him?
his knees go a little weak, and he has to bend, bracing his hands on the tops of his thighs to steady himself. ]
Begging-- Begging your pardon. [ his vision swims for a second there, and he feels a little as if he's been gut-punched. ] Okita Souji-san, you say..? It's.. been a long time. [ right. introductions. he takes a breath and straightens again. ] My name is Japan. I am.. [ a long story, but: ] .. the spirit of the nation, you could say.
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[OH NO is what he first thinks, because reactions like that are usually precursors to "BLOODTHIRSTY OKITA SOUJI OF THE SHINSENGUMI??" and attempts to Stab or Flee, which he hasn't dealt with in so long that it's almost startling.
Equally startling: everything that actually happens instead of that. He's hurriedly set the doll and Saizo on the ground for now, hands awkwardly extending halfway out like he's worried this poor dude's about to keel over. Not that he looks much sturdier after the rest of that is said... "It's a lot to take in" would be saying far too little. If it weren't so dang outlandish, total disbelief would probably settle in after the surprise.
Instead, after a beat of uncertain hesitation, he ends up dipping down into a more proper bow. In contrast to the perfectly polite gesture, what he says is a simple:]
—This is the first time I've met a spirit of an entire nation before.
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I.. imagined as much, [ he manages after a slightly overwhelmed moment, returning the bow. ] The Okita-san that I knew was quite different in appearance, so I-- I apologize for not recognizing you. [ and it's not as if japan is openly japan with most people, generally speaking. ]
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[HOO BOY is there a lot to unpack in that statement, because he's run across the idea of multi-dimensions but hasn't ever really let himself stop and think about all the implications behind it.
Actually, he won't let himself do that now, either. What is he if not excellent at ignoring things that bother him! So he shakes his head a little, straightening up from the bow and losing the conflict on his face in exchange for a much less rambunctious smile.]
I should be the one apologizing to you. Not recognizing the spirit of my own country... If Hijikata-san were here, I'd certainly have my ear talked right off.