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June-July 2024 Test Drive Meme
June-July 2024 TDM
Introduction
Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.
All TDMs are game canon and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Playing and interacting with the TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore.
and then... you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.
🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.
Perhaps you follow the falling stars on your own, or perhaps the Fox simply teleports you there, but it appears you too will be part of this.
Content Warnings: Ghosts, Potential Violence, Potential Death
Summer has hit. It's hot, and nowhere is it hotter than Cruel Summer. Naturally, new Star Children arrive in Cruel Summer with no indication of which direction to go to escape, unless they're so lucky as to arrive near the Selkie River. The water provides a break, and a selkie skin will protect Star Children from the heat. Though beware the cruelty of leaving a selkie without their skin. Along with the heat, Star Children can hear whispers and the echoes of screams throughout Cruel Summer. There's no obvious source of the noises. Not the normal creatures. Not anything anyone can see.
Whether new or old Star Child, anyone lost, overheated, in need of a rest, or anything else will find a friendly spirit will find them in the sands, rock, or shores of Cruel Summer. They'll guide the way toward the huts found in Cruel Summer. These huts have changed; the huts are bigger and grow together, making them one interconnected twisting winding empty town. No one appears to live there. The wooden town is in disrepair, varying from building to building. Even so, they are cool inside, a welcome break from the summer heat.
No matter how one entered, even through the swinging doors to the saloon, that exit disappears behind Star Children. There's no turning back. The only way out is to explore the way through the buildings. This fact continues to be true building to building as exits continue to vanish. The abandoned town isn't as empty as it first seems. As Star Children explore the branching paths through the wooden structures, they see ghosts of spirits going through the paces of their lives. They're familiar to these spaces and interact with missing objects that sometimes shimmer in spirit energy.
Spirit Children may interrupt these routines to try to talk with the ghosts. Some ghostly spirits are friendly. They may interact with Star Children as though they're someone else, someone the spirits used to know. Others, like the bartender, may treat them like a new customer. Other ghosts are determined to stick to their routines and, should Star Children continue to interrupt, will attack those who disturb them.
These spirits may kill Star Children when they attack. Normal weapons won't hurt them. There are revolvers, shotguns, iron pokers, hunting knives, and other plain weapons around to grab in self-defense. Salt bullets and iron will dispel ghosts. These weapons may be grabbed at any time. However, doing so attracts the creatures in Cruel Summer. A blood red worm spitting yellow acid may break through the floor to eat or spray Star Children. An enormous coyote may leap through the window. Whether attracted by the use of weapons or passing by, any dangerous creature found in Cruel Summer seems agitated when they come near these structures and will attack them and anyone inside. They will focus especially on anyone with a stolen selkie skin.
Should Star Children die, whether to ghosts or creatures, they will not immediately return to life.Do not pass go. Instead they will haunt the ghost town for one week in the room where they were killed. Other Star Children may recognize them and work to snap them out of their routines. Yet nothing will free the Star Children's spirits before the week is through. At the end of the week, they'll come to, alive, in their bodies in the room they died in. Best get through and out of the ghost town before dying again!
A constant through these scenes are the spirits' spoons, visible somewhere in each scene. The ghost spoons are whole. Once free of the ghost town, Star Children may choose to travel to the Shattered Spoon Shrine in Never Fade to search for the broken fragments of any of these spoons. They are in such small pieces, however, that no Star Child may feed them enough Lore alone to bring the spirit back. Two or more Star Children may spend time in the Shrine creating and feeding Lore toward the spoons to heal them. It just may be enough to bring someone back.
Summer has hit. It's hot, and nowhere is it hotter than Cruel Summer. Naturally, new Star Children arrive in Cruel Summer with no indication of which direction to go to escape, unless they're so lucky as to arrive near the Selkie River. The water provides a break, and a selkie skin will protect Star Children from the heat. Though beware the cruelty of leaving a selkie without their skin. Along with the heat, Star Children can hear whispers and the echoes of screams throughout Cruel Summer. There's no obvious source of the noises. Not the normal creatures. Not anything anyone can see.
Whether new or old Star Child, anyone lost, overheated, in need of a rest, or anything else will find a friendly spirit will find them in the sands, rock, or shores of Cruel Summer. They'll guide the way toward the huts found in Cruel Summer. These huts have changed; the huts are bigger and grow together, making them one interconnected twisting winding empty town. No one appears to live there. The wooden town is in disrepair, varying from building to building. Even so, they are cool inside, a welcome break from the summer heat.
No matter how one entered, even through the swinging doors to the saloon, that exit disappears behind Star Children. There's no turning back. The only way out is to explore the way through the buildings. This fact continues to be true building to building as exits continue to vanish. The abandoned town isn't as empty as it first seems. As Star Children explore the branching paths through the wooden structures, they see ghosts of spirits going through the paces of their lives. They're familiar to these spaces and interact with missing objects that sometimes shimmer in spirit energy.
Spirit Children may interrupt these routines to try to talk with the ghosts. Some ghostly spirits are friendly. They may interact with Star Children as though they're someone else, someone the spirits used to know. Others, like the bartender, may treat them like a new customer. Other ghosts are determined to stick to their routines and, should Star Children continue to interrupt, will attack those who disturb them.
These spirits may kill Star Children when they attack. Normal weapons won't hurt them. There are revolvers, shotguns, iron pokers, hunting knives, and other plain weapons around to grab in self-defense. Salt bullets and iron will dispel ghosts. These weapons may be grabbed at any time. However, doing so attracts the creatures in Cruel Summer. A blood red worm spitting yellow acid may break through the floor to eat or spray Star Children. An enormous coyote may leap through the window. Whether attracted by the use of weapons or passing by, any dangerous creature found in Cruel Summer seems agitated when they come near these structures and will attack them and anyone inside. They will focus especially on anyone with a stolen selkie skin.
Should Star Children die, whether to ghosts or creatures, they will not immediately return to life.
A constant through these scenes are the spirits' spoons, visible somewhere in each scene. The ghost spoons are whole. Once free of the ghost town, Star Children may choose to travel to the Shattered Spoon Shrine in Never Fade to search for the broken fragments of any of these spoons. They are in such small pieces, however, that no Star Child may feed them enough Lore alone to bring the spirit back. Two or more Star Children may spend time in the Shrine creating and feeding Lore toward the spoons to heal them. It just may be enough to bring someone back.
- Whispers, echoes of screams, etc become common throughout Cruel Summer
- Huts become bigger, interconnected, growing together. Anyone lost, overheated, in need of something in Cruel Summer gets a friendly spirit redirecting them to these buildings
- Buildings will still be in some state of disrepair, but like a whole twisting winding town
- Insides are a cool respite
supernatural ghost spirit air conditioning - Only way out is through, no turning back, as the exits disappear behind you
- Many are friendly, but some are not. One can attempt to talk to them, but how interactive they are varies
- Occasionally other creatures from Cruel Summer may burst in and attack
- If a Star Child dies, rather than return to life immediately, they stay a ghost for about a week, part of the tour
Content Warnings: Fire, Coerced Confessions
Fire! Fire across the realm! For the second half of June, wildfire burns everywhere. While it doesn’t hurt Star Children, it can reduce everything else to ash: homes, businesses, gardens, spirits. The local spirits will be in a panic and beg Star Children for help from small ice mice in Wintermute to fennec foxes in Cruel Summer. How can Star Children help? Confessions. Anything the person they are with doesn’t know. The more earnest and meaningful the better.
When wildfire erupts and spreads, Star Children may stand in or in front of an area they want to protect and confess something to another Star Child who happens to be nearby. Their neighbor? Their partner? A stranger lost in a new land? These confessions simply need to be something the other person doesn’t know to protect structures and spirits. Memories related to the confession will show in the fire. The fire will fuel these memories until they run out of energy, dying down to embers. At least in that place at that time.
Should something start to burn before someone confesses, multiple confessions are necessary to catch the wildfire’s attention and distract it from the fuel source it is feeding on. Two or more Star Children will need to make confessions whose memories are shared in the flames. Water powers can also help quell the flames, but confessions are necessary in the end.
Once July hits, the wildfires are mostly gone, only sparking up here and there on occasion. In their stead are embers. They spark in the air like fireflies and fly around Folkmore, attracted to Star Children. These embers land on Star Children and make them glow. There’s no pain. In fact, the embers provide sparks of insight into memories, situations, and other emotional dilemmas that Star Children haven’t previously understood. Talking the issue over with another Star Children provides further emotional clarity.
Spirits are welcoming to both embers and Star Children. Confessionshelp Folkmore grow as well. Gardens bloom in beautiful displays. Crops grow healthy and joyful. It’s even possible to hear humming from some of the vegetables and fruits. The land grows with the Star Children. Anyone who lacks a green thumb can work their way around that with confessions! Save that dying plant and grow those tomatoes.
One time that a Star Child confesses, either to wildfire or to embers, they will find a jeweled box shaped like a flame. The peak of the flame comes off to reveal the insides. Within, there is an item from home. It may even be a weapon or magical item. Larger more meaningful confessions are more likely to receive weapons. These items may even be larger than should fit in the box or its entrance. Whether the box should only hold a single ring or fill the palm of one’s hand, these items fit. Star Children also can keep the jeweled box, and this one item from home can be stored within the box. Other items too large to fit the box will not enter it. Only the one from the box.
Fire! Fire across the realm! For the second half of June, wildfire burns everywhere. While it doesn’t hurt Star Children, it can reduce everything else to ash: homes, businesses, gardens, spirits. The local spirits will be in a panic and beg Star Children for help from small ice mice in Wintermute to fennec foxes in Cruel Summer. How can Star Children help? Confessions. Anything the person they are with doesn’t know. The more earnest and meaningful the better.
When wildfire erupts and spreads, Star Children may stand in or in front of an area they want to protect and confess something to another Star Child who happens to be nearby. Their neighbor? Their partner? A stranger lost in a new land? These confessions simply need to be something the other person doesn’t know to protect structures and spirits. Memories related to the confession will show in the fire. The fire will fuel these memories until they run out of energy, dying down to embers. At least in that place at that time.
Should something start to burn before someone confesses, multiple confessions are necessary to catch the wildfire’s attention and distract it from the fuel source it is feeding on. Two or more Star Children will need to make confessions whose memories are shared in the flames. Water powers can also help quell the flames, but confessions are necessary in the end.
Once July hits, the wildfires are mostly gone, only sparking up here and there on occasion. In their stead are embers. They spark in the air like fireflies and fly around Folkmore, attracted to Star Children. These embers land on Star Children and make them glow. There’s no pain. In fact, the embers provide sparks of insight into memories, situations, and other emotional dilemmas that Star Children haven’t previously understood. Talking the issue over with another Star Children provides further emotional clarity.
Spirits are welcoming to both embers and Star Children. Confessions
One time that a Star Child confesses, either to wildfire or to embers, they will find a jeweled box shaped like a flame. The peak of the flame comes off to reveal the insides. Within, there is an item from home. It may even be a weapon or magical item. Larger more meaningful confessions are more likely to receive weapons. These items may even be larger than should fit in the box or its entrance. Whether the box should only hold a single ring or fill the palm of one’s hand, these items fit. Star Children also can keep the jeweled box, and this one item from home can be stored within the box. Other items too large to fit the box will not enter it. Only the one from the box.
- Last two weeks of June, wildfire burns across Folkmore. After that, they are rare.
- Confessions can protect or rescue buildings, land areas, and spirits.
- Come July, embers spark across Folkmore like fireflies. They provide insight for Star Children. Talking helps.
- Confessions help the land grow.
- Confessions reveal a jeweled box containing an item from home.
Arthur Harrow | Moon Knight (MCU) | Legend (sorry lol) | TDM
trigger warning for mentions of firearms, please dm if I've missed anything.))
Ghost Tours
Gentlemen! Ma'am! No, no! Please!
[ The irony of being pulled from his own world at gunpoint only to end up at gunpoint again is not lost on Harrow.
Three spirits currently have him, a wide-eyed man in a white uniform reminiscent of a prisoner, backed into a corner. Their revolvers are drawn; apparently they have not responded well to being disrupted from their daily routines.
He's crouched low, hands up in a submissive gesture as he seems to struggle with the dusty-colored wings sprouting from his back. He doesn't have time to worry about where they came from or how the hell he's going to get out of this outfit and find some real clothes.
Was Arthur pestering them with too many questions relating to this new place? Possibly. Is he still going to try to reason with them? To an extent. ]
Listen to me! I'm just looking for some answers...
[ Arthur can see the scales tattoo on his left arm: Ammit's mark remains there. His next instinct is to grab the forearm of the townsperson with the weakest looking grip. He doesn't even get a chance to grab the wrist...instead his hand goes right through the young man's wrist.
Shit.
The next best thing he can think of for survival? Running like hell. ]
Flames to Embers
[ Arthur doesn't know the buildings on fire. Watching the faces he doesn't know scramble to douse the flames by various means is an odd, almost out-of-body experience. It takes him a moment to find his compassion amidst being overwhelmed by merely being here. He's had some vivid dreams, been the extended hands of gods...
He does want to help.
Grabbing a bucket of water, Arthur is surprised to have his hand redirected by a local who tells him he simply needs to confess before walking away. It all feels oddly targeted, something that makes him wonder if this is a dream at all.
Here he stands, staring into the flames that won't hurt him feeling essentially useless. ]
But I have nothing to confess.
Flames to Embers <3
That doesn't make Arthur Harrow any less of a familiar sight.
While he'd been approaching the fire with a brisk stride to investigate, maybe even help, he halts dead in his tracks once his gaze lands on Harrow. It can't be- fuck, of course it can. Why couldn't it? Anyone can be taken to this place by Thirteen, and he'd feared that something like this might happen, but had never thought the day would come. He hasn't been seen yet, so he could just turn the other way and escape before any unpleasant confrontation occurs, but... He overhears Harrow's statement, and something inside him snaps. His hands curl into fists and his stride continues, walking right up to Harrow's side. The year (and five months) in Folkmore haven't done much to change his appearance, ensuring the time gap between the two of them might not even be noticeable.]
Yeah? You sure about that? [His voice is a spiteful snarl, and he's ready to fight if needed. Still, he doubts it'll come to that. What is an exchange of blows going to accomplish this time? Nothing, right?]
<33!! o hai marc
Arthur's expression and body remain alert as he takes in the sight of Marc still unsure of what he can expect or why fate has brought them together again. ]
You were just in the car...
[ It's a thought expressed aloud mostly to himself as Arthur continues to try to piece the circumstances together. Ultimately he decides it doesn't matter: the fire is more urgent. ]
You're here too. You could lead through example.
hello hellooo
A deep breath- half a scoff- escaping through his nose, he turns his attention back to Harrow. The wings on the man's back really rub him the wrong way too.]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? Get some other dark secret from me so you can use it to make yourself look good? But I'm not gonna give you more ammo.
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Would you rather I plug my ears and turn around?
[ Steven, for some reason, is an agreeable personality. Marc? Marc brings out something in Arthur that baffle even him, some hateful almost competitive spirit that lifts only when things become as difficult as possible.
No idea where it comes from. ]
You know this place then?
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But this time, Marc has the upper hand. He has familiarity with the situation, and he's willing to bank on the fact that Harrow doesn't.]
Yeah, I know this place. I know this whole realm. Do you know where you are?
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battle of the century
Moon Knight: Civil War
Best CR I've ever had
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Moon Knight: Endgame
cw: ableism
ghost tours!
It isn't surprising to see that new arrivals are experiencing some strangeness in this realm, but the manner of strangeness is always different, isn't it? He isn't sure what to expect when he heads down to Cruel Summer, and although he's well aware of the variety of people this place drags in at any given month, the last person he's expecting to see is... Arthur Harrow. In fact, it's his voice that catches Steven completely off guard before anything else, stopping him dead in his tracks as the familiar tone shoots ice down his spine. The fact that he's in distress only makes it worse somehow.
Against his better judgment, Steven doesn't walk away from the scene. When has he ever managed to do that? Someone is in need of help, even if that someone is probably unworthy of it from Steven of all people. Before he can step up and interfere however, the man is bolting away from the ghostly figures, past Steven, seemingly not noticing him. The ghosts, of course, follow him like they're on a mission, and Steven curses quietly before decidedly following.]
Oi! Leave him be! He's just confused, can't you see? [He calls out as if reasoning with ghosts is possible, but Steven is not one to reach for a weapon before words.]
yeaaaaa!
But once the voice registers Arthur, against his better judgement, skids to a halt and turns around. ]
Steven?
[ As the ghosts close in on him, Arthur darts around them and moves back towards the only ally in sight. He's quick to move behind Steven (in a crouched stance that might appear to make the other man a human shield. Hey, someone has the suit here. ]
Do you know these people?
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He isn't sure how to feel about the man taking shelter behind him but, well, Steven is partly to blame here. The ghosts seem to turn on him instead now, angered and not having any of this, yet Steven still puts his hands up in an effort to be placating here.]
Nope, never seen them in my life. Don't seem like the friendly sort though. [Even so, he offers them a nervous smile as he lowers his hands slowly, head turning over his shoulder to look at the cowering man. It's strange to see him in this state.] Let's walk away, perhaps they'll leave us be if we aren't a bother.
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Doesn't appear to be an option.
[ Peace, Arthur is well aware, only gets one so far. Now is the time to run. Grabbing Steven by the arm, he starts to run while dragging the other man in tow. While they might not be allies in the traditional, or any, sense leaving the other man behind in this situation seems like bad form.
He still needs answers. ]
You're not using the suit. Why?
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That's something to deal with after they get away from the angry ones though, and yes, Harrow has a good point regarding the suit, and Steven almost answers him before thinking better of it. He doesn't need to know that Steven still has the suit here even without Khonshu, though the fact that he asked about it is... curious.
Later. He'll worry about it later.]
Oh-! [His exclamation is cut off as a literal knife is thrown and barely misses their heads, and yep - yep he's going to run along with him. Steven stumbles a bit before yanking his arm away from Harrow yet running with him, instead of turning to fight.]
You don't want to fight out in this bloody desert! There's worse things out there than angry drunkards. [He calls out as he turns a corner into unfamiliar territory. This area is new to Steven too, never having seen this little town before, but the quicker they lose line of sight the better. Looking all around, it seems they're in a small town of sorts, but there's no apparent way out from this street. Instead, he ends up breaking into an empty hut, feeling the cool relief inside almost immediately as he shuts the door behind them.]
Bloody hell. What did you do to- You know what, never mind, I don't need to know. [He is eying Harrow so suspiciously as he keeps his distance, noting the wings at the man's back. No.] You just got here, did you?
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this brat piece of shh... i'm so sorry.
we love (?) him for it
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tw: mental illness
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tw: mental illness/drugs
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Flames to Embers (Fair warning, I'm a slow tagger <3)
"Though it was not ever my intent, my actions caused the death of another person."
The wildfire behaves like the bonfire did earlier in the month, and because it was a stronger confession it did work in deterring the wildfires path. But that also meant that the fire was showing Viktor's memory of Sky's death. How she was pressed against his chest and absorbed by the Hex Core. Then there was some sort of explosion that scattered her ashes and Viktor did not know anything more until he woke up.
With his house saved, he looked at Harrow and almost did a double take. He had seen Harrow before during a trial with Marc. Though to be more accurate he had seen Marc's memory of Harrow. At the time Marc had only said that Harrow was a cult leader but he had definitely tried to drown Marc.
With his voice a lightly German accented, but still perfectly understandable, he seemed to be remarkably calm when speaking with the very phantom that had tried to kill Marc.
"The only way to deter the fire is to confess something. The more specific the better. Even confessing a memory might do but I'm not sure."
Absolutely no worries <3 sorry this one is so melodramatic
"I see."
He considers the concentration of flames in front of him.
"I'm a bit fearful about this new place. Just... please let it be absent of any more gods. I've had enough."
He's pleasantly surprised that both the fire goes out and there doesn't seem to be any response to the god previously sealed inside him. Perhaps he's free here?
But first, some gratitude to someone who is actually present.
"Thank you. Is this a normal thing here?"
<3
"Not exactly. It's not something that I've been able to measure the wavelength of yet, but the first thing that you have to know about how Folkmore works is that everything here runs on Lore. Lore is created by interacting with other people."
This has proved especially difficult for Viktor since he is shy by nature. He tries though.
"So things here have as much to do with how you feel as they do with measurable matter and energy."
Viktor has the theory that the Fox will bring new people here as much as she can in order for them to create more Lore for her since she does not seem to be able to generate it herself.
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Arthur sounds fascinated, now giving the pale man his full attention. Educated people are an asset in naturally every situation and judging by this man's choice of words in matter and energy he appears to be of a certain background.
"Are you a man of science, then?"
He's curious enough now that the burning building nearby seems to suddenly take a backseat to his previous urgency.
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"I like to think so. I'm an inventor and an engineer, both of which rely pretty heavily on the scientific method. My name is Viktor."
That is it. Just Viktor. Surnames aren't really a thing where he comes from. It also felt a little surreal to be talking to the Phantom which had tried to kill Marc.
"If you would prefer that I wasn't around to hear a confession, I can leave you alone?"
If Harrow intended to help more with the wildfire, that is. Viktor was trying to be polite about not prying into other people's past.
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Flames to Embers || Hello!!!
Harrow...
She didn't think she would be seeing him again so soon after how they defeated him, but to run into him now, looking whole and sane and claiming he doesn't have anything to confess?!
Well, being nice is out the window.]
Bullshit, everyone has something to confess, especially you. It doesn't have to be anything grand... useless.
[She spits the words in his direction and chooses not to bear her soul like she's been willing to do, not to Harrow. If it wasn't so dangerous to leave the fire be, she would walk away... Dammit Fox.]
I used vegan butter when making Marc's eggs yesterday morning and when he said they tasted funny I told him he was imagining it.
[The fire flickers with the memory of breakfast, of Marc scrunching up his nose. The flames die a little.]
:D :D Laylaaaaa!
Taweret's avatar now if he remembers correctly. Best to be cautious in case he is dead. ]
I'm fairly sure the last time we saw each other you didn't have horns.
[ Looking into the remainder of the flames that have gone blank, Arthur contemplates for a moment. ]
I killed a man quite recently. It felt like the right thing to do to ensure the world wouldn't spiral into chaotic evil. He was a man I didn't even know particularly well. I didn't exactly regret it.
[ Layla will see a very familiar scene playing out in the flames, one involving Marc in Ammit's tomb. ]
Think that will do?
<3 <3 <3
[Gods she hopes he's just a Familiar with wings and not a Legend, she's gonna be pissed at the Fox if she's making Arthur Harrow a Legend. She's already got enough of a complex over her designation, she's not thrilled by this development.
Still, she listens to his confession and scowls at him.]
That's your version of something not grand? Killing a man and not feeling bad about it? [Taweret help her, she wishes she had her suit to deal with this man again. Not kill him, no she knows first hand that death here isn't permanent, just to deal with him... She feels like Marc is going to have a fit over this.]
Thirteen won't be happy with just one. Think of another. [She wracks her brain for something Harrow doesn't know since it feels like he knows everything about her after what he revealed about her dad... Wait, it just needs to be something Harrow doesn't know.]
I forgave Marc for his part in killing my father. We talked it over and I was able to find it in myself to forgive him. [The fires, that are much dimmer than they were, show the images of her and Marc standing together, her with her horns and all, holding each other while in her heart she found her ability to forgive him.]
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In hindsight, I'd say I'd do some things differently.
[ As of now he appears to be a free man. The grudge with Marc, in theory, really shouldn't hold. Being around Marc is another issue entirely, but at the moment Harrow's life, for once, doesn't involve chasing around the thieving mercenary. ]
Granted we don't know each other very well, but your partner's well-being is obviously of interest to you. I'm not intending any harm to him. The place seems large enough-- surely we can all avoid each other.
[ Give peace a chance, Layla. ]
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[She spits the words like they are venom. The image of Marc getting shot in the tomb still plays in her mind, how could it not, she just saw it again and she's furious. But he's right, they could avoid each other well enough. At least she hopes so, because she might try to kill him if there isn't enough room between them.]
If you want to avoid us, give Epiphany a wide berth.
[Sure, she will give peace a chance, but only if he stays out of her territory.]
It's not like I get a choice who gets to be here or not.
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i'm so sorry for this dramatic ass man /o\
I loove him
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Flames To Embers
[Ultron said in exasperation, wishing he had the ability to roll his eyes in the drone body he was currently possessing. Being who he was, Ultron didn't want to have to be the one to confess to anything. In the entirety of his short life, he'd made a lot of mistakes, and wasn't that just perfect? Being the fuck-up created by Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, the worst parts of them put together into a being who had nearly destroyed the world. That was going to be his legacy whether he liked it or not.]
Didn't you ever steal a cookie as a kid or, I dunno, take up space in the spot reserved for handicapped parking?
;u; omggggg hello again!
Sure. Everyone has, I think.
[ So far Arthur has only met humans in his time here. Now? It feels like he's somehow even more out of his element. He's not exactly eager to confess anything in front of a stranger-- ]
...Emphasis on I think.
Hiiiii!!
[He made an impatient hand motion that made him look a lot less like a robot and much more like a human being.]
Let's get to it then.
[He felt uncomfortable being around someone who apparently had done nothing wrong in their life, versus him, the genocidal AI who had done everything wrong in his.]
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...Very well.
[ A test. Something small. He clears his throats before rubbing his hands together like he's warming up for some great feat.
Perhaps it doesn't have to be so small-- maybe it would be an opportunity to get something off his chest. After all, no one would really know would they? This is a different world entirely. ]
I deceived the avatars of several gods back in my world, gathered them all in one place and killed them in order to ensure the return of Ammit.
[ And so the fires extinguish in the immediate area. It's a good effect for the world he's currently in. Perhaps if Ammit remains aware of his devotion, wherever she is, she will look at the announcement favorably. He can regain some favor, feel a little less... adrift.
For now he can just look to Ultron for some kind of approval. ]
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the hypocrisy...smdh.
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