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Test Drive Meme #27
Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open December 25th, and apps are open January 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.
Two quick points here as well:1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!
Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!
F E A R
SCENARIO ONE: DON'T FEED THE WILDLIFE
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.
This time, the monsters are very large and very scary, with the crocodiles from Lake Placid, a 1999 movie that was about... well, giant crocodiles.
These critters are massive, measuring over 20 feet in length and full of raw power. They're capable of taking down bears, eating full cows, and decapitating unsuspecting victims. Despite their size, they are quite fast and could definitely take someone by surprise with their quick movement. Look out for those formerly-still ponds, they back a serious bite...]
A L L
SCENARIO TWO: SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLASHING
[Everyone's gotta drink sometimes and when you're in a new environment, that dehydration is kicking in double. Unfortunately, the water in Hadriel right now is... tainted. Nothing about it tastes particularly off, but one drink of it and you'll find yourself with strange and unusual powers. These abilities aren't necessarily gamechangers, and they aren't the full power, but they're definitely there at your fingertips.
Give your friends nightmares, give your enemies a super strong punch to the jaw- the sky is the limit, but be careful for when it wears off and those you've affected seek their revenge with their own water-powered abilities. Maybe you should find the memory erasing pond...
This is a mini event, based off of our shining, shimmering, splashing event going on this month!]
S O R R O W
SCENARIO THREE: HAIR OF THE DOG
[Were you partying last night, or are the gods just exceptionally cruel? Either way, you have what seems to be a killer hangover. Stomachaches, headaches, and general feeling like the undead- it's all happening and you're feeling the worst of it.
You're welcome to try and attempt your own hangover cures, but little seems to alleviate this. It just takes time, and maybe a friend or two to rub your back and make some food for you- that is, if you can keep it down. Or maybe your friends are in the same boat as you are and you need to commiserate. Either way, you're in for a hell of a day.
Maybe just take it easy for awhile.]
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Of course. Of course, he should have known, should have gotten it quicker. It hasn't happened yet for him, the day when everything irreversibly changed; for Noctis and for Ignis. The covenant had been forged at such a high price, tragedy wrought upon them in one fell swoop. He still doesn't know just how Ignis had lost his sight, but Noctis isn't stupid; the extent of his injuries suggests a specific occurrence, targeted, not collateral. And if someone had hurt him on purpose, if he had come for Ignis the way he had gone for Luna --
-- it's hotter than Lestallum ever was, but Ignis' gentle, heartfelt words leave him cold, his chest impossibly tight. Ignis doesn't smile or laugh like this anymore, after that day. He doesn't get to see again, no matter what he tells them to make them feel better.
He looks up at him, at those impossibly clear green eyes, so warm and bright and full of life, and he raises his hand instinctively, briefly, before he lets it fall. The words catch in his throat, and something burns behind his eyelids. Funny how he hasn't just stopped to really look, before. Funny how he has a second chance to recognise just how much Ignis had sacrificed for his sake. I'm sorry, he wants to say. Sorry for so many, many things. ]
Yeah. [ He says instead, and thinks that maybe, maybe he can prevent this. If Ignis stays here in Hadriel, this place outside of time -- if he doesn't leave, he will stay safe. Unhurt. Noctis tries for a smile, but it doesn't come easy. It's strained, slipping away like water. ]
Sorry. [ He continues, because he's sure his emotions are written all over his face and he knows he needs to come up with an excuse, and quickly. He's not like himself, he knows. He's not the man that he was in Cape Caem. So he lies. ] Just a little tired.
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He knows Noctis so well. All the years spent together, the number of times he'd taken the fall for the prince's mistakes and missteps, all the laughter and good times... and the bad. He can read the younger man like an open book and he doesn't need to hear it out loud to hear the guilt crying out from behind Noctis' eyes.
There had been a faint hope that perhaps this Noctis would not be carrying that guilt. That perhaps their timelines would be in sync. A vain hope.]
I know, Noct. About what is going to happen to me when you face the Hydraean. [His smile wavers, just a fraction, but he holds it in place.] Not how, but that it does. I've had some time to come to terms with what the immediate future holds for me. If it's the price I have to pay... I will gladly pay it.
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[ How can you say that and look at me that way, and -- it will haunt him, the way his smile wavers just a little. How does Ignis even say that to him with that kind of smile and tell him he's glad to pay it? It's anger that rises in him, swift and sharp like the summer storm, like grief given purpose. His hand comes to rest on one of his, fingers curling over it as if to make sure that he's listening, and listening well. ]
You can change that. Now that you know, you change it. [ His is not the destiny that's set in stone; there is a chance that if Ignis knows here, now, he can do something different if he returns -- he can make sure it doesn't happen. It is guilt that makes his voice rough, Ignis' injuries another heartache to add to the growing pile. ] Do that for me instead.
[ Sea foam, he decides, when he meets his eyes. His are the colour of the sea on a sunny day. (In this moment, Noctis bears the weight of what has been taken away.) ]
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Ignis shakes his head, and with that small gesture the smile finally wavers and falls from his face. He moves his hands from his friend - touching him feels like fire in the forefront of the denial that spills from his lips.]
I don't know that I can. [No one has ever reported remembering this place on leaving it. No one has ever said that they were able to change their futures. He knows why Noctis asks, why he tries to demand it.
He pushes his glasses up carefully with two fingertips.]
And I'm sorry, that of all things, I have to deny you this one.
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Then stay here, he wants to say. Never leave. But he knows Ignis better than that, how the man would follow him to the very ends of the earth until he cannot, and he can barely swallow past the lump in his throat. Noctis can't fail him, too. ] Of all the things to say no to, Iggy.
[ Why did it have to be this one? ]
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[But the thing is, Ignis knows that he wouldn't change a thing even if he could. If he was blinded for a reason, and if that reason had something to do with the young man standing with him, he knows that he'd face it again with full knowledge of what was to come and go through with it all the same.
The silence between them in the following moments is heavy. Ignis lets out a soft breath and brings up one hand to pat Noctis' upper arm.]
Come, let's keep moving. This isn't the most hospitable of places to linger and I'd rather not risk one of the welcome party following us out.
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He nods silently and allows him to lead the way, following tight on his tail. ] I don't mind it either way. [ He says grimly, because at least the welcome party gives him one hell of an opportunity to work off his aggression on them. ] Do you know why this place dragged us here?
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[He's glad to turn the topic of conversation to something else. Lingering in thoughts of what is going to - inevitably - happen in his future has not served him well so far and he doubts that it will do at this juncture.
Not that it doesn't deserve thinking about, just not now.]
Those native to this place have styled themselves as gods, though I do not believe that description to be entirely accurate. They did not bring us here purposely.
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[ Noctis echoes, filing that information away. If anything, Ignis' judgement is trusted -- he has spent several months here, after all; the intel must be solid. If these gods are anything like the Astrals back in their world, he has an idea of what they must be like. It's easier to change the subject to this, to have Ignis by his side as they navigate a wholly unfamiliar landscape. ]
Guess not. Who do you figure's pulling the strings?