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December-January 2024-2025 Test Drive Meme
December-January 2024-2025 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 a canon item from home, 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: hysical Entrapment, Fictional Crimes, Forced Engagement
Winter has come to Folkmore in full force, and with it, the desire for most to get to their destinations as fast as possible. The cold is bitter, after all, and nips at bare skin in most of the realm's regions. The public transport system becomes a safe haven for all; a perfect way to take a break in comfortable warmth as both spirits and Star Children alike travel along stretches of land. From the Cat Bus to the trains, to the submarines that lead to Tides, to even the hot air balloons which provide a beautiful sightseeing tour before touching down on Never Fade… There are more than enough public vehicles to board.
And this is exactly where newly arrived Star Children will find themselves: aboard one of the bigger public transportation methods. With a flash of light visible to all, their landing in this new realm is made known to all other passengers.
Something funny is going on, that much becomes clear within several seconds. Perhaps a nearby cat spirit will keel over dramatically in the middle of the train's aisle, pretending to have died. Perhaps a frog spirit will let out a loud croaking wail, proclaiming their precious wedding ring has been stolen just now. Or perhaps a timid little mouse will come up to Star Children, prattling on about how worried they are for their missing spouse. They are all acting, as is evident from their lack of skill in that department. They relish the opportunity to spin their little tales, their characterization often broken by mischievous smiles or hasty snickers into the palm of their paws. Once the stage is set and the story is out into the world, the spirits will look towards the nearest Star Children with clasped hands and hopeful gazes. 'Will you solve the mystery?' they seem to ask. Sometimes they'll even voice the question aloud.
One thing is for certain: Star Children have found themselves in their very own locked room whodunnit setup!
The puzzling scenarios have a wide range of possibilities. Perhaps someone vanished, with the questions being whether they've hidden themselves somewhere in the vehicle and why. Or maybe a mysterious spirit suffers from a sudden bout of amnesia. Who are they, and how did they lose their memories in the first place? Was that person lying on the floor poisoned? If so, how? What makes these mysteries extra difficult to crack is the very magic coursing through Folkmore. That heap of ash under a seat may be evidence, burnt to a crisp with fire magic. The 'dead' body may have been moved from the original crime scene through teleportation. Or the missing ring may have been enchanted to return to its original owner, which leads to the shocking reveal that the one reporting the crime was a thief all along. All cases range in difficulty level.
There is a catch. The transport will not stop until the conundrum is brought to a satisfactory conclusion. The train will pass by stations, the Cat Bus will keep sprinting, submarines will circle Tides indefinitely… And the doors will remain locked, with even teleportation powers null and void. Star Children cannot disembark until the mystery is solved. Better work together to find those clues!
Winter has come to Folkmore in full force, and with it, the desire for most to get to their destinations as fast as possible. The cold is bitter, after all, and nips at bare skin in most of the realm's regions. The public transport system becomes a safe haven for all; a perfect way to take a break in comfortable warmth as both spirits and Star Children alike travel along stretches of land. From the Cat Bus to the trains, to the submarines that lead to Tides, to even the hot air balloons which provide a beautiful sightseeing tour before touching down on Never Fade… There are more than enough public vehicles to board.
And this is exactly where newly arrived Star Children will find themselves: aboard one of the bigger public transportation methods. With a flash of light visible to all, their landing in this new realm is made known to all other passengers.
Something funny is going on, that much becomes clear within several seconds. Perhaps a nearby cat spirit will keel over dramatically in the middle of the train's aisle, pretending to have died. Perhaps a frog spirit will let out a loud croaking wail, proclaiming their precious wedding ring has been stolen just now. Or perhaps a timid little mouse will come up to Star Children, prattling on about how worried they are for their missing spouse. They are all acting, as is evident from their lack of skill in that department. They relish the opportunity to spin their little tales, their characterization often broken by mischievous smiles or hasty snickers into the palm of their paws. Once the stage is set and the story is out into the world, the spirits will look towards the nearest Star Children with clasped hands and hopeful gazes. 'Will you solve the mystery?' they seem to ask. Sometimes they'll even voice the question aloud.
One thing is for certain: Star Children have found themselves in their very own locked room whodunnit setup!
The puzzling scenarios have a wide range of possibilities. Perhaps someone vanished, with the questions being whether they've hidden themselves somewhere in the vehicle and why. Or maybe a mysterious spirit suffers from a sudden bout of amnesia. Who are they, and how did they lose their memories in the first place? Was that person lying on the floor poisoned? If so, how? What makes these mysteries extra difficult to crack is the very magic coursing through Folkmore. That heap of ash under a seat may be evidence, burnt to a crisp with fire magic. The 'dead' body may have been moved from the original crime scene through teleportation. Or the missing ring may have been enchanted to return to its original owner, which leads to the shocking reveal that the one reporting the crime was a thief all along. All cases range in difficulty level.
There is a catch. The transport will not stop until the conundrum is brought to a satisfactory conclusion. The train will pass by stations, the Cat Bus will keep sprinting, submarines will circle Tides indefinitely… And the doors will remain locked, with even teleportation powers null and void. Star Children cannot disembark until the mystery is solved. Better work together to find those clues!
- New Star Children arrive in one of Folkmore's public transport vehicles.
- Spirits will re-enact locked room mysteries for Star Children to solve.
- Cases range from murder mysteries to missing persons, to simple theft.
- The vehicle will not stop until the mystery is resolved!
Content Warnings: Potential Information Reveal, Item Alteration
A cheerful ding rings out from each Star Child's Relic. It's a modest grab for their attention, a sign that something lies in wait. Checking out the origin, the recipients will find that they've received a message from Jewelia, one of Thirteen's aspects. It reads as follows: "It is a time for giving and a time for sharing. A time for friendship and a time for caring. Seek out this Star Child, and exchange with them a modest gift. Should you succeed and make the trade, then watch it shift."
What follows is not a name, but a list with facts. For example, a certain Star Child's role, which region they currently live in, what color their hair is, who their best friend is… It's all trivial data which, when put together, should point the seeking Star Child towards one particular individual. That's only the first part of the challenge, of course! Should they take the next step, they must give whoever they hunted down a gift. This can range from a batch of homemade cookies to a knitted sweater, to even a neat rock they found! It doesn't matter how big or small the gift is, whether it was bought or made… The present needs to be exchanged for something else.
As soon as the objects pass hands, they will evolve. They become nicer, or bigger, or tastier. The neat rock now shimmers like it's covered in eternal glitter. The knitted sweater now has a knitted hood to pull up over one's head. The cookies may take on a cutesy shape, or become more filling, with even a single bite enough to sate for a whole evening. The plain knife found in Folkmore becomes an engraved sword. This is the true power of sharing, and of paying good will forward.
Once an exchange is complete, each Star Child’s Relic will ding another time. A new list of facts appears, and they can repeat the process again. They have the option to give a new gift to their next match, or they can re-gift the item they were just given. There's no limitations to how much a single gift can upgrade, though objects will never become enchanted. They simply become nicer.
There's one more twist to this assignment: after three successful gift exchanges, the Relic plays an additional, cheerful little chime. A little victory note, almost. When the Star Child returns to their home afterwards, they'll find a small package waiting for them on their pillow (or whatever's close enough to a bed if they don't have one). Inside is a small item from their home world. It may even be a weapon or magical item. Just another reward for rising to the challenge!
A cheerful ding rings out from each Star Child's Relic. It's a modest grab for their attention, a sign that something lies in wait. Checking out the origin, the recipients will find that they've received a message from Jewelia, one of Thirteen's aspects. It reads as follows: "It is a time for giving and a time for sharing. A time for friendship and a time for caring. Seek out this Star Child, and exchange with them a modest gift. Should you succeed and make the trade, then watch it shift."
What follows is not a name, but a list with facts. For example, a certain Star Child's role, which region they currently live in, what color their hair is, who their best friend is… It's all trivial data which, when put together, should point the seeking Star Child towards one particular individual. That's only the first part of the challenge, of course! Should they take the next step, they must give whoever they hunted down a gift. This can range from a batch of homemade cookies to a knitted sweater, to even a neat rock they found! It doesn't matter how big or small the gift is, whether it was bought or made… The present needs to be exchanged for something else.
As soon as the objects pass hands, they will evolve. They become nicer, or bigger, or tastier. The neat rock now shimmers like it's covered in eternal glitter. The knitted sweater now has a knitted hood to pull up over one's head. The cookies may take on a cutesy shape, or become more filling, with even a single bite enough to sate for a whole evening. The plain knife found in Folkmore becomes an engraved sword. This is the true power of sharing, and of paying good will forward.
Once an exchange is complete, each Star Child’s Relic will ding another time. A new list of facts appears, and they can repeat the process again. They have the option to give a new gift to their next match, or they can re-gift the item they were just given. There's no limitations to how much a single gift can upgrade, though objects will never become enchanted. They simply become nicer.
There's one more twist to this assignment: after three successful gift exchanges, the Relic plays an additional, cheerful little chime. A little victory note, almost. When the Star Child returns to their home afterwards, they'll find a small package waiting for them on their pillow (or whatever's close enough to a bed if they don't have one). Inside is a small item from their home world. It may even be a weapon or magical item. Just another reward for rising to the challenge!
- Star Children receive a message on their Relic: a list of facts leading them to another Star Child.
- When they find this Star Child and exchange a small gift with them, the gift will evolve into something nicer.
- If a Star Child succeeds in three successful exchanges, they will find a small item from home waiting for them in their home, atop their pillow.
Questions
Amaterasu ☀️ Okami ☀️ Legend
SANTA PAWS
((ooc: as a note, if your character is sensitive (as in can sense supernatural beings or is psychic, not emotionally sensitive) or has faith in god(s), your character should perceive ammy in her true form. if not, she will just appear a white wolf/dog. it's not a perfect binary though! some might see faint traces of her true form like being able to see her markings faintly or if they look at her out of the corner of her eye, there might be a reason for a double take. i leave it entirely up to whoever is tagging her to determine if they see her true form or not and to what extent. so go with your heart! i will match prose or brackets as may be your preference!))
The Hound of Folkmore
That's how the dog... spirit may be the right word but not one she's seen before, and it's hard to place exactly what is going on with the dog, save that her appearance seems to shift whenever Mel stops paying attention to her, backs into her legs. Mel crouches next to the dog and reaches slowly to pet her, if that is acceptable, while she takes a closer look at the giggling cat "corpse" before them.
She leans in close and whispers, "She's trying really hard to play dead. Don't let on you know."
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Mikleo | Tales of Zestiria | Familiar
[This particular shooting star crash-lands on the beach. Someone nearby might find him sitting in the sand, squinting out at the open water like he's trying to solve a puzzle.
...Or, for those with limited or no spiritual resonance, they might just see a divot and an empty space where someone might've crashed. That's weird!]
This feels familiar. Have I been here before...?
[Maybe he had a dream of it, once. Either way, before long he'll get up and go wandering. Perhaps check out the station. What is that incredible machine over there!? (It's a train, whee.)]
( ii-a: folkmore express )
[It won't take Mikleo long to hop onto the train, so very curious about this strange new technology he's encountered. Naturally he gets stuck in one of the inescapable whodunnits, which while frustrating (he wanted to explore, come on!) is not the end of the world. It helps that there's a puzzle to keep him occupied, and he loves puzzles. It's not as good as a historical mystery, but he'll take it.
Mikleo is attentive as the ordeal is outlined, seated nearby in one of the train booths with a notebook and a pencil, jotting careful notes of every single detail.]
Let's see... the cat kidnapped the mouse, and when the mouse ended up dead, the bird gave the cat an alibi... but there's some obvious coercion going on here. It can't be as simple as it sounds, can it?
[Detective Meebo is on the case.]
( ii-b: folkmore express - the Nope edition )
[Today's mystery features a distraught dog spirit. The poor pup has lost his bone collection! Won't you help him? Well, you're going to have to, because Mikleo is currently trying to hide himself behind anything that seems to conceal him: the seats, some luggage, other spirits, you. Whatever keeps the dog away from him.]
Stay back! No thank you! I don't know where your whatever-it-is went!
( iii: the gift train )
[Ding! Here's your relic facts, better find a certain water spirit:]
-hair for days, coloured silver-blue
-a familiar aquatic sort
-carries a single brown feather everywhere
-might be a ghost, actually
-can't you see him? try calling out "Weebo"!
[Mikleo is fairly easy to find, as he's exploring, so he could be anywhere, including nearby. Especially if you try that last one...]
[ ooc: Mikleo's a spirit who to some might go unheard/be invisible. no need to fill it out unless I get in-game but if you could peek at his resonance post I would so appreciate you! tl;dr, I am fine with him being seen/heard through Folkmore magic or limiting it for slower development, whatever you choose! ]
Nope. (11 log-in attempts later...)
For one, there's a dog spirit trying to whine at him and peer at him around Katie, so (a) okay fine, other people can clearly see him and (b) that there is a dog spirit and she is a cat spirit and some things are written in stone.]
I do, though. There's a bone fairy in the next car over-- [She flicks a finger toward the door leading out of the carriage in the opposite direction, and the spirit drops its act for a moment to give her a very skeptical look] --and I do believe they're starting a collection. Offer him a gift and he'll be forced to throw your bones back up.
[The dog spirit wasn't even looking for bones, so he just squints at them with incredible Doubt. Katie, you speciesist. But more importantly--] Games are only for those who want to play them. Go and find somebody less terrified.
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Peter Parker | TASM/NWH | Legend
"Okay," Peter said, pacing up and down the train car while deep in thought as several woodland creatures (and one pigeon, did pigeons live in the woods?) looked on eagerly, some of them snickering and prodding each other. Peter had borrowed two baseball caps and wore one facing forward and the other facing backward in an attempt to mimic a deerstalker hat.
"Here's what happened," he continued, doing his best Monk imitation as he stopped pacing and stood up straight. "Poor Mister Rabbit was having his tea in the dining car, sipping away while reading the morning paper when suddenly... he croaked! Excuse me, my apologies Mrs. Frog, when he died," he said, gesturing to the nearby frog who gave a nod of acceptance of his apology. Peter hadn't been aware of how many phrases might be offensive to animals until he'd met some that could talk. This new world was definitely going to take some getting used to. "Seemingly a perfect crime! No one could have gotten to Mr. Rabbit in time to poison him and then leave before anyone else came into the dining car. No one except... his wife! And she would have gotten away with it if her bonnet hadn't slipped, revealing some suspiciously large ears for a rabbit, or should I say... Hare! Yes, Mrs. Rabbit is actually a hare, who IS fast enough to have brought her husband his coffee and ran off before anyone else saw her!"
The car erupted in a flurry of applause, or close to it as animals could muster, before the crowd suddenly disbursed to find someone else to play their game with.
"That's... that's it?" he asked, looking around a little disappointed. He wasn't sure what to expect but he had hoped for a bit more than that. This place seemed filled with all kinds of amazing things and honestly he could really use a distraction from... everything, right now. A mystery or talking animals or just someone else to talk to would have been really nice.
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Midge is wearing a fur-trimmed coat with gloves and pillbox hat, looking very much like a woman from her time period. Very little of her fashion choices have been changed by her time in Folkmore. She’s carrying a basket for the farmer’s market.
“How’ve you been?” she asks. It’s been a while since they’ve spoken.
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Mickey Mouse | Mickey Donald Goofy : The Three Musketeers | Legend
[ Had it not been the for the hokey acting, Mickey might have thought the mystery was the real deal. Such as it is, he's amused by the ordeal, and happy to join in! After all, he's dealing with a mystery back home - who is after the princess? - so maybe this can sharpen his instincts! Pumped fists! Let's do this! ]
Okay, the first thing we have to do is search for clues! Look under the seats, check every corner, don't leave anything behind! I'm sure the perpetrator is still around!
The Gift Train
[ Gosh, this is going to be the start of holidays without his pals from back home, huh? It's a sad thought, but he has to make them proud! With a little help of roomie Snow White, he's decided that the person he seeks out is going to have fresh baked cookies! They're not perfect - while Snow helped, Mickey tried to do most f the work, so some of the cookies look uneven or burnt. But they were made with love and care, and isn't that what matters most?
When he thinks he's found his fated partner, he begins waving hard, trying to catch their attention. ]
Hey there! I got somethin' for you! Over here!
[ On the flipside, if someone is hunting him down, here are some facts that could be used to track him, but feel free to make up your own -
- Legend, with a halo!
- A Mouse
- Lives in Grom
- Musketeer uniform
- Carries a sword ]
Wildcard
[ Make your own prompt! Feel free to plot with me at melcat33 for plurk/discord! ]
The Gift Train
-Black hair in two braids.
-Permanent sour expression.
-Pale skin.
-Oversized black coat.
-Always carries a satchel with a book in it.
-Will ignore your attempts at gaining attention at first.
That last one is probably the biggest that it's her because she completely ignores him at first. It's not until he says 'over here!' that she stops and lowers her gaze down to the....mouse. Nothing about her expression gives away the confusion she might feel about a mouse waving for her to come over. ]
There's nothing you could have that I would want.
[ It's not said in a cruel manner, rather just as a fact she's stating. ]
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I'm sorry he's Like This
you're not that sorry
Kara Danvers | Supergirl (DCTV) | Legend
Oh my--What's wrong? [She says, looking around for what she assumes to be a person in distress.]
Are you okay? Where are you--Oh.
[And then she looked down at her feet.]
It's awful! A tragedy, I say! [Says a little mouse wearing a pill box hat (and for some reason faking a southern accent), throwing her head back to wail again.]
Ah, geez, okay. Hold on, uh, ma'am, I'm coming.
[Kara bends down to offer her hand to the mouse, who stops crying immediately seeing the palm held out to her.
Huh.]
It's okay. Climb up. I got you. [The mouse oblidges, holding on to Kara's finger as she rights herself up, holding the mouse in front of her so they could speak face to face properly.]
Oh, thank you, sugah, you're too kind, [She says, patting Kara's thumb. Before Kara could even ask what was the matter, the mouse cut in with a dramatic flourish,] I am beside myself! BESIDE! My husband... IS MISSING! MY POOR MR. MOUSE! He is ALONE! COLD! And, GASP, hungry!
[Oh boy. Kara is hoping Mr. Mouse is out there somewhere, eating a lot of cheese and ham. She bites down on her lip to prevent a laugh from slipping out, disguising it as a cough.]
Aha--I mean, ohhh noooo! [Kara does look sympathetic at Mrs. Mouse's, er, plight at least. Hokey acting aside, it does look like she has some kind of task she needs to do, and this little creature picked her to do it.] We can't have that, can we? Those are three things a mouse shouldn't be!
No, it ain't! It is criminal! CRIMINAL! OH! MY MOUSEY!
[HOOONK.
Mrs. Mouse takes a handkerchief from underneath her hat and blows her nose on it. Kara bites down on her lip again. She's aware they're doing a bit here, but Mrs. Mouse is just so cute.]
Okay, that settles it, I'll help you.
Oooh! You will, sugah? ✨️✨️✨️ [Aww, look at those little hopeful eyes. They're liar eyes, but still adorable.]
Yes, ma'am. I'll see to it you and your beloved Mr. Mouse will be reunited.
YES! [HOOOOONK] My BELOVED! HOW I MISS YOUUUU!
Right... Now, if you don't mind, please move on to my shoulder for your comfort.
[Kara shifts her hand, gently ushering Mrs. Mouse to sit nicely on her shoulder.]
There. [She carefully boops the tip of Mrs. Mouse nose which makes the animal giggle.] I guess... [Kara stands up from her seat with a sigh, her free hand adjusting her glasses.] we start questioning the other passengers.
[And you, fellow Star Child, are first.]
Excuse me!
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He turns toward the person helping the mouse, and it's an amusing sight to see someone with a well dressed mouse on their shoulder. Tsukasa bows politely in greeting. ]
Hello. How do you do? [ He turns slightly toward the mouse. ] How do you do?
[ Both of them are people, even if one is much much smaller than a human. ] How can I help?
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Future Gohan | Dragon Ball | Legend
Joking aside, this is my first time trying out this particular version of Future Gohan, and I'm looking forward to fleshing him out. He can also sense energy, so if your character is super strong in a spiritual sense, lemme know if that's something you'd like him to notice. Will match brackets or prose, just doing an OOC top level first so I can post both prompts separately.
Because I only have one written and I'll likely write the other later on but I don't wanna forget to post the first one lmao))We All Had Detective Fantasies As Kids
[ It left his lips before he could even think about keeping it to himself. And honestly, the fact that that was the first thought that came to his mind almost made the one-armed fighter chuckle. He was so used to being in dire situations, to having to stay on his guard to survive, to being on the defensive at any and all times...
So imagine his surprise, to end up somewhere like this. On some kind of train, full of... animals? Plants? Beings, that were all enthusiastically playing out some kind of mystery. It looked like something straight out of a storybook, really. Whimsical, if he had to ascribe a word to it.
It looked like the kind of thing he would've fantasize about when he was younger. Before... well, everything. ]
Alright, let's take a look...
[ To his credit, he wasn't calling out the bad acting, or the snickers and giggles here and there. It was obvious they were enthusiastic about this, and Gohan of all people wasn't gonna be the one to ruin their fun. No, if anything, he was gonna play along, the man's bemused smile changing into what looked like genuine(?) curiosity. Because oh no, what's this? A terrible mystery is afoot!
He took a knee by the dead(?) body, eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the scene of the crime. His hand reaching out to the red liquid that was spilled on the floor, and rubbing it over his fingers, inspecting it closely. Without missing a beat, and still looking plenty serious, he brought it to his nose, gave it a sniff. Then, his tongue slipped out and he gave it a light taste. ]
Blood...
[ It was ketchup. ]
Alright, everyone! [ He quickly rose to his feet, decidedly ignoring the chuckles that the dead(?) body was trying to stifle. Instead, turning to the rest of the room, and pointing to the gathered crowd. ] I don't know who did it, but somewhere in this room, there's a murderer! [ Gasps from the crowd! Gohan had to force down a grin. ] So from this point on, no one comes in, and no one gets out! Not until we get to the bottom of this mystery!
First, I need to know what you were doing during the time of the murder! Let's start with you! [ Oh no, is the grown man who is having way too much fun playing detective pointing at you? Oh geez. Oh dear. ]
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Trilla Suduri | Star Wars (CRAU) | Myth
[ Trilla finds herself a secluded seat near the back of the train she's just materialized into and waits for her eyes to adjust to the light. Those who might recognize her, few though they are, will note that they are no longer a medium hazel, but instead an uncannily deep black, and that she's a touch paler than she ought to be -- though perhaps it's only the shock of arriving here with all of her memories intact after what felt like an entire other lifetime in another world. One that she had chosen willingly to leave in a moment of impulsivity that she's coming to regret, as she finds herself on a train minus any of her weapons, dressed only in the deep red and black evening gown she had planned to leave the last of her humanity behind in. Gone is her Inquistor's uniform -- another entire lifetime away, she realizes with mounting dread.
She's pulled from her impending regret spiral by a sleek white cat landing on the seat next to her and proceeding to question her about the theft of a locket of some sort, apparently belonging to the animal itself. ]
I couldn't care less about your missing bauble. Leave me alone before I eat you alive.
[ She bares her teeth menacingly, revealing their sharp points -- not yet sharp enough to draw blood efficiently, but enough to be a credible threat. Perhaps some intervention ought to occur before a scuffle breaks out? ]
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[ Trilla isn't nearly settled in yet, but she may be found wandering and scowling at her Relic, perhaps in your neighborhood? It's sometime in the evening, as she still hasn't become re-accustomed to being out and about in the daytime, and she looks about as likely to stab as greet anyone kindly. Fortunately for all, she has not yet acquired any weapons with which to do so. Unfortunately for all, she still knows how to use the Force to defend herself.
Skittish as she seems, her current hostility seems more immediately directed at the list on the small screen before her. ]
How am I meant to know any of this? Does someone have a similar list of facts about me?
[ She absolutely does not want any gifts, nor does she particularly deserve them, but after a while she does seem to be surreptitiously taking in those around her, perhaps even gently probing her surroundings with the Force in the hopes of discovering something useful. ]
[ooc info: Trilla has just come from another game in which she was in training to become a vampire, and in these prompts some of the effects of her time there remain, though they will eventually wear off and leave her fully human. If you are a fellow Force-user, feel free to notice that something is off with how she feels in the Force, and if you're a vampire, feel free to notice that she's something like a thrall or similar. If you want her to be able to pick up anything about your character using her sharpened senses or the Force, let me know! ]
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And she feels of Dathomir really. But the carefully concealed fangs and the thorn-like horns on her head are new to this place. She rather likes them. ]
Likely so. The Fox doesn't give one time to settle in, but I may able to be of assistance.
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Li Lonnie | Disney's Descendants | Legend
It started wagging like crazy when she put her hand on his stomach, the prospect of a good belly rub was so close and yet so far away. The longer Lonnie denied the dog a belly rub, the more it whined pitifully. It even dropped the charade of his eyes being closed due to being dead, using the full force of his big puppy dog eyes at her.]
Awwww, okay, buddy. Here you go. [She shakes her head, amused, finally giving in to the hound's request, giving him the best belly rub he had ever gotten. His leg starts to twitch, the panting had gotten louder with every rub Lonnie does.]
After this, I gotta find out who killed you, okay? [Bark! goes the Hound.] Okay! Now, whosa good boy? Whosa good murder victim?
Is it me?? It's me, isn't it?? IT'S ME!
[Lonnie couldn't help but laugh, adding her other hand to help with the belly rubs.]
It is you! Good job!
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Inanna crouches next to the girl petting the dog and puts their hand to their chin. ]
Now who would kill such a good boy? I see no motive here.
Zelda | Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess | Familiar | TDM
🐺 i. arrival - doggo edition
📱 ii. arrival - technological ineptitude edition
🎁 iii. gift train - the one where she looks for you
🎁 iv. gift train - the one where you look for her
✨ v. wildcard
Arrival - doggo edition
It was why then she decided to simply move. That fox warned her to not just be alone with her thoughts again after all. Much as it pained One to admit, the call to move was the right one to make. She would just need distractions to help keep her mind in order, to try and figure out what would be her next plan.
Though she wasn't sure being followed was helpful. It set her on edge, her sensitive hearing able to tell each step her pursuer took. There no shift that seemed like they would go into a pounce or run, but the Intoner didn't wish to take that chance. In the next instant, she whirled around, assuming a stance, ready for whatever was coming her way. At least as much as she could, given her lack of a weapon at the moment.
Yet she didn't strike first. Her brain told her to, it was a wolf after all. But this one seemed...smaller? Might have been a different breed perhaps. Then again, wolves were incredibly large in her world. Perhaps it hadn't been a fully grown one? Her curiosity was one of the few things staving off her attack at the moment.]
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Angel Devil | Chainsaw Man | Myth?
...Swap seats with me?
[ The small soft voice of someone who sounded half asleep called out from the side of you. The soft glow of a dull halo glimmered lightly as dazzling crimson eyes, wide and full of youth, stared up through thick, sooty lashes. The Angel Devil looked every bit angelic as they stood there, no higher than 5 feet tall and wearing a suit that was a little too big for them, sleeves on the baggier side deliberately to cover their hands.
Tossing a look back towards the seat they had first taken upon boarding the train, and sighing deeply as the tiny mouse smirked then scampered away. Long, unruly strands of vibrant red hair tumbled over their shoulders as they obscured their face a little as they looked back at you. ]
They're giving me the creeps...
[ Angel was unbothered by their story. Someone had gone missing, they wanted them to follow the clues like crumbs but honestly? The Devil would rather die than have to put that much effort into solving a puzzle and the mouse is adamant they listen to their tale. Maybe switching seats would grant them a free pass? Maybe they were just targeting someone on that side of the train? Either way, the Angel Devil stood there, staring at you like a lost puppy, hoping you'll take pity and get them out of a bothersome situation. ]
ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ:
Ugh ... How bothersome...
[ Reading the list of characteristics and facts, or well, speed reading them ( honestly even that feels like too much effort for them ) Angel rolls their eyes and slumps down on the public bench they were resting on. Swaying their feet as they were just short enough that they didn't quite hit the ground from where they were sitting. Long, brilliant white wings behind them fluttered now and then as they tipped their head over the back of the bench. Hair splayed around delicately as their halo caught the light. Blinking as someone passed them back.
Angel saw an opportunity and held their Relic towards the passerby. ]
Hey... Does this sound familiar to you?
[ It wasn't exactly how the little game was supposed to go down, but Angel wasn't about to put much effort into it, not unless the gift they could get was something they would find useful or tasty. ]
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[ ooc: Hoping to app Angel Devil this round so I would love for them to get some interactions with current players! 😇 Feel free to toss me a starter of your own if none of mine work for you! Happy to plot a little if needs be! Please note: Angel has a life-draining power that automatically happens upon skin-to-skin contact so just keep that in mind! ]
Murder on the Folkmore express
Once it's sorted, we'll be able to leave.
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Vergil | Devil May Cry | Myth (current character)
- White hair, blue eyes
- Lives with family in Epiphany
- Possesses another form, but isn't a Familiar
- Carries a sword everywhere he goes
- Barely has any idea this is happening in the first place
- Won't be easy to exchange gifts with
[...Unfortunately for that Star Child, those last two points are incredibly true. Vergil heard a chime from his Relic tucked away in his nightstand drawer. He went so far as to take it out and see what nonsense is there. But after a cursory glance over Jewelia's messages, Vergil simply closed the Relic back up and confined it to the darkness of the nightstand drawer once more. After a couple of days, it's all but forgotten as Vergil carries on with his day-to-day.]
[That is until he's confronted by the aforementioned Star Child stubborn enough to take on the challenge of trying to get him to participate in the gift exchange.]
[Given that there wasn't much as far as potential interests or likes to go on, it may promote a bit of observation beforehand. Of course, attempts like that may lead Star Child to find Yamato suddenly in their face as they round a corner on the street after him. An abrupt halt is what keeps them from testing the sharpness of the blade all by themselves, Vergil glaring unkindly from the other end of the blade as he asks,]
Why are you following me?
[Or there's always the possibility the Star Child has found Vergil seated at the library, on the train, or caught him out shopping, and attempted to simply exchange whatever they have rather than attempting for something particular. Vergil won't accept it and offers nothing in return, and says that won't change without an explanation as to why he's suddenly having something foisted upon him like this. Of course, even with the explanation, Vergil doesn't appear to be changing his mind at all.]
For the last time, [he says,] you can keep it. Ask the Fox to provide you with someone else.
((ooc: feel free to respond with prose or brackets; i will match! riff and wildcard as you see fit, i'm not fussed, but always feel free to DM or hmu on plurk if you've got questions/wanna run something by me first. also feel free to bamboozle him with the first prompt if that's where your heart lies more than this prompt.))
im (not) sorry
'barely has any idea what's happening' makes her laugh a little, but when she thinks about it - that might not be so great. so she has some explanations at the ready should she need them.
she finds herself on the wrong end (kind of) a blade rather quickly, but thirteen wasn't kidding about the cluelessness.]
To give you a this. Duh.
[gently setting the origami frog on top of the sharp edge. like you do.]
nor should you be
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One | Drakengard 3 | Myth
“Look, just try living for once. Work out the rest later, alright?”
And that had been the only command given, before One found herself suddenly falling. Panic briefly set in, before realizing again, she had no control in anything within this situation. Whatever magic the deity used had already overpowered One’s senses like never before. Yet the fox had also done the impossible: not make her wish to run away. There was something comforting in those sensations, luring her into making a near literal plunge to a new future. But still, though this new life would carry her soul, it would also be gaining the crushing guilt within as well. After all, she never meant to actually survive that fateful day, regardless who won their duel.
She landed onto the ground, shocked there was no pain, only the light from which she traveled on bursting and returning to the void. The former Intoner rose to her feet just as quickly, inspecting the area. Seemed like a forest, nothing beyond her current capabilities. There were still issues in need of her attention however, just as she felt the wind on her cheek, affirming she was alive. Only one way to tell for sure if that thing also came along for the ride.
She raised a hand into the air, staring out into the trees, pretending as if the one she hated more than anything was there in its place.
“Come forth…Abdiel!”
Nothing. She rarely used the mighty Angel, but the connection was always there, a card she only meant to play to baffle her enemies, wear them down. Still, this was a good sign, right? It meant she wasn’t fully connected to the Flower. She might even be normal. There might not be a reason to be afraid. She and Gabriel could–
Another thought stopped her, briefly making her eyes widen. In a panic, she spoke out again.
“Come forth, Gabriel!”
Nothing. There was no brilliant shine of light, no mighty beast tearing itself into this reality, not even the magical bond that once had been settled near her heart. Just pure silence. Composure broke for a moment, One struggling with this realization. Gabriel…Gabriella was now gone for good. Was she truly alone now? Her sisters were obviously not here, nor was her brother. The gravity of the situation was crushing her by the second.
She couldn’t help but give a dry chuckle, hand falling to her face, as if to quickly cover any of the tears that might have formed.
“I should be happy now, right? You’re finally free. Or is this another cruel joke?”
Anyone looking closer might spot something on One though, even as she covers her face, still laughing bitterly. That she might have a set of strange looking horns on her head.
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It thankfully didn’t take One long to understand the device, at least someone went over the basics and she could do the math herself. Even back in her world, she was a quick learner. Many things were like a puzzle to her, and you just needed some tools to put it together. Not that some of the concepts didn’t impress her when she discovered them. To think communication had advanced by this much. Maybe if she had it earlier, perhaps she could have talked to her sisters a bit more…
Such thoughts were immediately shelved away for another time once the annoying ping went off. Really had to decide on a good volume setting that didn’t feel like someone was smacking her right on her head. Eyes quickly glossed over the words. Ah, perhaps this place celebrated the holidays too? Admittedly, she had missed out on it herself, too occupied in the library. Only her brother and Gabriella had ever given her gifts, or at least attempted to. A small smile did come with those memories, of burnt cookies she could hardly eat, and of the bones she could help craft into a more suitable weapon for her sibling. A small moment she could cherish.
Though as she thought about it more, being given details of those she must gift, it did raise another big concern. Just what details were being shared about her? Would it be something to worry about? Her mind quickly raced over the details to calm herself. Obviously physical characteristics would be the main focus. Any past details would be utterly useless in finding someone. That seemed true for the list she received. At best, others might know about the power of her song, but nothing else. Perhaps using her abilities would have been unlikely to avoid.
As she’s putting all the info together, someone might approach her. These would be the details they would receive:
- Has horns on her head
- Short blonde hair
- Usually alone
- Voice possesses magical qualities
- New arrival
- Major bookworm
Alternatively, she is now seeking your character out with the details given to her. Spotting them, she calmly approaches them, handing the gift.
“My apologies, but I lacked the funds to create a suitable package for your tastes.”
Truthfully, she’s not even sure how most of this stuff was made.
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Alas the descriptions haven't gone away from her relic yet, which means there's still another person to give a gift to. Her gaze eventually falls on a girl with short blonde hair, horns on her head, alone, not someone she recognizes which indicates she might be a new arrival. She strolls up with a small smile and wave at the girl.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I think I'm meant to give you something. That is if the rest of this matches you," she flips her relic around so the girl can see the full list and either confirm or deny that the next gift she's meant to give is for her.
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Zero | Drakengard 3 | Myth
The whole situation surrounding everything had been surreal. Zero had expected some surrealness considering the reality warping magic she was about to unleash, but to see a fox approach an intoner covered in blood, and a a massive dragon was very unnerving. Coupled with an almost single minded compulsion to approach the fox to see what its deal was, Zero didn't even register that Mikhail didn't respond to her saying she wanted to investigate things before unleashing the seal on the flower. After that, she didn't remember much before waking up with a jolt on a train. A shock to her system so hard it caused her to tumble from the seat she was in. It took her a second to regain her bearings, but when she reached out with her left arm to pull herself up only to be met with... nothing, Zero was suddenly more alert than she'd been in days. The gauntlet that filled the role of her left arm was gone. Zero's eye darted around, only to go wide when the ebon dragon bone blade she always kept with her also was gone. It was then that her surroundings, and Mikhail wasn't there either.
Rather than pull herself up, she simply sat there, back to the wall, head on her knees, trying to make herself as small as possible for a long minute. Of course, anyone that approach her would not find a weak timid creature despite her appearance, but a woman trying desperately to hold onto what she values without ripping the throat out of the first person she encounters.
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Upon acclimating to her new surroundings, Zero busied herself with trying to familiarize herself with her surroundings. If there was one thing she was confident of, it was her ability to adapt. She'd already stolen some silverware from the train, a couple of steak knives now hidden on her person, one in a stocking, the other held in place by the strap around her chest but hidden by the folds of her gown. She had opted to stay on the train a bit longer though, avoiding the various attempts at murder mysteries much to the annoyance of the spirits, focused on just watching the surroundings as she decided what to do next. It was then that she had found the relic placed on her person and she began fiddling with it. There was a part of her that wanted to know more about how it worked, and was utterly fascinated by it, but then the message about the gift giving came up. Zero did not even let the message finish before closing the device and slipping it into her cleavage. It didn't even occur to her that others would be seeking her out. Of course, the description of her would leave little doubt as to who it was talking about.
-Hair like spun silver
-Wearing an outfit of white silk and black linen
-Has a pink eye
-A pale cream colored flower in her other eye
-Tends to look wistfully into the distance
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"Hey," he said, sitting down in a seat near her but out of range if she decided to start swinging. "You just get snagged from your reality and brought here too?"
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Blitzø | Helluva Boss | either familiar or myth haven't decided
"Look, bitch, I don't know or care what happened to your husband." Blitzø is not interested in this stupid mystery plot. Everyone's clearly trying to fuck with him, given all the giggles, and even if they weren't, he's not a detective. "He's probably fucking someone else."
The mouse insists that no, her husband never do that, and Blitzø rolls his eyes. He doesn't care.
"Look, I'm an assassin, get it? A-S-S-C-E-N. You need someone killed? Let me know. Mystery? Get someone else! Like... them!" he waves over to the other person in the train car. Save him please.
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Your list reads:
- Hors
- Pansexal
- Pointy
So that's probably plenty to go on.
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- Red head
- Best friend is a droid
- Great at using his hands, enjoys tinkering with things
- Ponchos
[ The whole gift giving thing is still a new concept for Cal who hadn't been here the last time this holiday rolled around; it seemed similar enough to Life Day and still, he was actually a little bit excited to participate. He's never really had a reason to give anyone a gift before now. But so far the clues on his relic had him a little bit stumped.
He's seen goats around but no horses.
The other two aren't much of a help either.
Maybe they like sharp angles, or they have a pointy shaped face. Or maybe they like stars -- at least they'd better like stars because the cookies he's got are shaped like stars. They're not bad, he's been learning to cook and bake of late and he's pretty proud of the way they came out. The small droid perched on Cal's shoulder lets out a shrill whistle to get his jedi's attention as he spots an individual sporting a pair of pointy horns passing them by.
... pointy horns makes more sense than face, at least for here - (look there's like, thousands of different races in the GFFA, some aliens do have pointy faces). Plus the tail and spikes yeah okay, Cal's willing to bet he's got the right guy here.
BD-1 hops off of Cals' shoulder to stand in front of Blitzo, with a bounce and series of shrill beeps. ]
He's asking for permission to scan you, basically.
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Alexei Shostakov | MCU | Legend (new character)
[Those taking the train today will likely take note of the enormous, shaggy man who appears on the floor in a burst of light. His outfit is bound to stand out, bright red and battle worn as it is. He's been through some Action just before coming to Folkmore, explosions and all, and it shows. If he were wearing his helmet, he'd probably look even stranger, but it's safely attached to his belt at the moment. As a Legend, he does have wings, but they're currently hidden.
His rise to his feet is more of a wild, clumsy scramble, eyes of all surrounding spirits on him. It doesn't even click in his head that there's animal people all around him- he's too busy trying to peek over them, his gaze sweeping along the other seats in the train.]
What is...? Yelena! Melina! Girls? [Oh yes, you heard that right, that is a very thick Russian accent on him. His eyes are also changing color to a darker blue- something that may be hard to spot. He turns to come face to face with a frog spirit, and that's when he finally takes note of the crowd, jaw dropping.] Whaaat...?
[The spirits spring into action. A blob spirit falls from their seat, oozing all over the floor, and a waist-high mouse in a dress comes running up to Alexei, begging for help in such a high-pitched voice that he can't even hear what she's saying. He throws both hands up in a gesture of 'keep your distance'.]
Oh no. No, I am not a fan of the mouse people. And I have somewhere else to be. I- [The mouse starts tugging at the leg of his pants.] What are you doing?
[Help him, he does not speak 'frantic squeak'.]
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[Anyone who got Alexei for this challenge would've been presented with the following list:]
- Legend
- Russian
- Dadbod
- Strong Santa Claus vibes
- Prison tattoos
- Could use a good beard trim
[Which... You know. Fair. But Alexei's on his own hunt, and will approach anyone he meets (regardless of which section of Folkmore he's in) to get some advice. His Relic in hand, he'll tap a fellow Star Child's shoulder to ask:]
Excuse me? What is... "Tsundere"?
[Wildcard]
[Want something else? Freestyle it, or hit me up at
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not that she doesn't read it over anyway, memorizes the description of who her target is meant to be. Ava's quite good at hunting people down, if she cared to make any sort of effort. but instead she makes the long trek out to the nearest stores not for gift exchange pursuits, but to get some groceries and hopefully a book. for herself.
turns out her assignment finds her first, and Ava lets out a surprised sort of snarl when her shoulder gets tapped, flinching into intangibility as if anticipating further attack. she's turned to face him, stance defensive, the motion of doing so takes a second to actually catch up with her.] Why the f- [eyes narrowed sharply as she puts together all the details.] Ugh, you do need a beard trim.
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Yeah, that's it. Fortunately his target is very easy to find, because wherever Dion happens to be, Zack is in the near vicitinity... you guessed it, doing squats. Lots of squats.]
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Yelena Belova | mcu | myth
Well.
This is a little better than the last time she vanished and appeared unwillingly, Yelena supposes, for whatever that counts for. At least she's conscious. At least some explanation was given, about where she was being taken, that she would not really be abandoning anyone in the act of leaving, that there was some purpose to this. At least the experience of traveling here does not feel like when she looked down and saw her hands, dissolving.
Best not to think of it now. That little bit of better does nothing to help with the disorientation of the landing, the flash of light, the brief bit of headache it brings, she does not want to deal with all of that and examine her feelings about past events.
Although, after all of that and also the strange headlines Yelena had gotten used to reading at "home," it seems not terribly strange or unbelievable to be surrounded by strange animals and spirits. Maybe they are aliens, she has definitely heard of some of those looking like animals. Maybe, also, she should have pretended to be shocked or unnerved by them, because she did not mean to invite any of them to come up and speak to her.
"Oh, no. No, I do not solve crimes, I -" Best not to say 'I commit them,' she was not nearly disoriented enough to excuse that type of slip up. "apologize. Someone else will be more help to you, I am sure."
II. The Gift Train.
It's bad manners, but the message has barely finished before Yelena is laughing, quite sincerely, at it and shaking her head. It didn't sound particularly optional, but nevertheless - in fact, perhaps because it did not sound like a matter of choice - she has pretty firmly decided. "I am not doing that."
Who does she say it out loud for? Who knows. Anyone around, or whoever that voice was, if they're listening. She would bet they are, if they're the type to try and steer or command people's actions. She doesn't even have anything really to give, not anything on her she doesn't consider a necessity to hang on to. (She has not gone anywhere without a knife on her in decades. The one she pocketed here is not nearly sharp enough or correct for her usual purposes, but she's made worse things work as a weapon when need be. She's keeping it.) She shakes her head at the device again, tucks it back in a pocket.
[possible clues: blonde, Russian, grumpy/standoffish, odd/off-putting vibe, newbie, outfit with more patterns than is usual in it, possibly playing with that knife... also feel free to pick your own.]
III. Wildcard.
[feel free to msg me for plotting purposes! new (potential) character, existing player.]
II Gift Train, choo choo!
Most people. At least most reasonable people, would probably just decide it wasn't worth it and move on. Peter Parker was not most people though. He regularly swung toward danger so this was really no different. At worst she'd what... stab him? Been there. At most he would annoy her with his charm until they were friends or exchanged gifts.
"Hey," he said, walking up to her with his device in hand. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a blonde Russian woman with interesting sartorial choices and possibly a knife around here, have you?"
Maybe one that had something like, "fluffy haired, brown-eyed, Queens native man with eager puppy dog energy" on their device?
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;alskjf! (the gift train - lmk if you want me to change anything!)
😊 (no, it's perfect!!)
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ava starr * mcu * myth * current character
a. So Ava's treating this whole gift exchange more like a hit list, an excuse to go out and meet people under seemingly innocent enough pretenses. And sure, she might have a rock or a plant that she'll try to pass off as an intended gift to technically complete the mission, but the actual goal is spoon swiping.
Hell, she might just go after anyone that seems like an easy enough target, if she's coming up short. She has something very specific she's trying to collect enough for, and the idea of earning her own the old fashioned way seems... well, far too exhausting to accomplish in a reasonable amount of time.
"Hey, is this you?" she asks shyly, displaying her relic's screen with a description matching the reader.
[ooc: please let me know if successful spoon swiping is acceptable! and if so, we can plot out a followup on how to get them back]
b. The part that Ava doesn't really account for is maybe her name has been assigned to another. That she's the one being hunted down.
If so, the description might read:
- myth
- 3 pigtails
- molecularly unstable
- reclusive
- approach with caution, watch your spoons
She greets anyone approaching her with a suspicious glare, always anticipating a fight. Especially with what she's been up to.
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When she's asked about the list she doesn't blink, stop walking, or even really act like she heard anything.
"No." That's all she gives. A simple no with a monotone voice. The list is very obviously describing her though with:
-Black hair in two braids.
-Permanent sour expression.
-Pale skin.
-Oversized black coat.
-Always carries a satchel with a book in it.
-Will ignore your attempts at gaining attention at first.
But she's not about to acknowledge that.
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Zanth Breaker | Original / DnD | Familiar | In game
Zanth is worried… briefly. When the cat spirit first screams, she begins to scramble up from her seat, feathers fluffing up in alarm.
And then after collapsing, the cat gets up, tries to scream more dramatically than the first time, says something about telling his wife to avenge him, and collapses once again, but this time blocking the isle more.
Zanth slowly sits back down, turns her head ninety degrees and… claps politely? Is that the correct response? Is there something she’s missing? Because this is clearly amateur theatre of some kind.
Only the cat opens one eye to shoot her a look, and she stops.
And waits.
But he doesn’t get back up.
“...Oh no, I suppose there has been a murder,” Zanth deadpans, in just about the most tired voice one could possibly imagine. It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it?
The Gift Train
Zanth is not particularly interested in participating in another thing. Even one with the promise of some kind of reward. She’ll get to it, eventually, probably, but she isn’t in any real hurry.
Which means someone might have better luck trying to find her. Whether that’s tinkering away at some half-finished piece of mechanics in her office in Thoth, taking a stroll in the gardens in Tides, or simply holed up in the corner of one cafe or another scribbling in a notebook with her wings hunched over her back and her robotic weasel familiar peering out from under one of them.
Or, just on occasion, prowling around the forest as a whole owlbear.
[Your relic facts:]
- something of a night owl
get it?- the scholarly sort, or, bluntly: a nerd
- would likely prefer you didn’t mention she’s a familiar
- not one of the taller people around
- little friends made of metal
gift train
- Hors
- Pansexal
- Pointy
Meanwhile, Blitzø reads "owl" and "scholarly nerd" and is so sure he knows who the person he's gotten is that he charges off without a second thought, crashing through the cafe and shoving tables aside to find...
An owl that's only a little taller than him. With just two eyes. Very much not his tall royal owl demon... situationship.
"...I'm gonna have to get a different gift."
He pulls out his relic to double check and.... yeah, okay, maybe he should have read further. Yeah, okay, really, really not Stolas.
"Why don't you want people mentioning you're a familiar?"
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Clive Dove | Professor Layton | Familiar | tdm
[Maybe he shouldn't have taken off that hat...
As he becomes less disoriented, Clive ends up just plain confused. He's not certain if the experience with the fox had really happened despite the fact that he is now inexplicably not in jail. He is in a relatively small room, but it's quite posh and it feels like it's moving. At least it doesn't take him too long to figure out that he's on a train.
He quickly assumes he's on a famous locomotive in Great Britain until he opens the door to the compartment and sees the assortment of animals and spirits that make up the passengers. Clive stares at the tableau blankly for a second, but after a blink it's clear that he's just going to go with it. After all, he may or may not have recently been an animal himself not so long ago. He's still not fully convinced.
There's not much time for him to think it over, because the game is soon afoot. And here he was, bare-headed. Then again, he could hardly be called a gentleman.]
🧸 I. Lost Doll
["It's my favorite dolly."
The little bear sounded as though she were reciting something they said every day in school. Clive didn't buy it for a second, but he's also making an effort not to be rude. The words of that woman still echo in his head. Since he's no longer in London, however, general courtesy was currently his only option.
Conveniently enough, he'd only recently gotten to experience investigating with one of the most famous deductive minds in the nation. Clive may not have been able to outsmart him, but he's confident enough in his own skills to get through something more obviously staged. Even after the answer he got to "Where did you see it last?".
"I had it in my roo– Oh, no! I mean the dining car! It's 'dining car' now!"
So that's where Clive is currently, talking with anyone he sees and poking every random nook and cranny for some reason. At least he didn't poke you before he started talking to you. Probably.]
Excuse me, but have you seen a child's stuffed toy in here recently?
[It's pretty clear his heart's not really in this, but he's still trying.]
🎩 II. Imposter
[The squirrel in the passenger car was doing his best, but the over-the-top gestures and rehearsed vocal pattern already made this a bit irritating.
"Somebody in this car has been murdered! But we don't know who, because somebody in here is an imposter, and they're the killer!"
It's hardly anything, but for some reason the mention starts to make Clive wonder if there's something truly suspicious behind the scenes. Was this about him and the severe consequences he knows he really should be facing? It'd be a sort of poetic justice, honestly.
He crosses his arms and frowns oddly seriously for such an obvious, poorly constructed game.
"You'll need to work together to find clues about us in the baggage car behind us. Can you find the body? Maybe that will help you ID the imposter!"
Clive's frown doesn't change despite that embarrassingly patronizing statement. He seems lost in thought, and frankly hasn't even noticed that the game is supposed to start right now. You may need to get his attention if you want to get this over with.]
🚆 [B - The Gift Train]
[This place really wasn't so different from the one he left. There seem to be a lot of puzzles people need help solving, and he's stumbling upon these situations left and right. Seriously, they were just missing hint coins and picarats.]
📦 I. The Searcher
[Clive got the clue(s), so he's out investigating. Maybe they lead to you! Maybe he's asking you for details mid-search and you decide to help. Maybe both!
Whatever it is, he'll be coming up to talk to you.]
🎁 II. The Recipient
[Your clues included things like the following:
– New Star Child
– Male
– British [sorry if you don't know what that is]
– Sidekick impersonator
– Proponent of justice
– Crime boss
– Puzzle mastermind
He'll be less happy about some of these than you are. But it could have been worse...]
[Can be combined with prompt below.]
🔎 III. The Assistant
[Do you need help with the clues you got? Luckily for you, Clive is highly intelligent and has a conscience that's far too guilty for him to easily turn down requests for assistance. You just have to get his attention and ask!]
[Can be combined with the above prompt.]
🃏 [C - Wildcard]
[Don't like any of these or have a better idea? Come at me! You can also contact me on Plurk at
B | I
- Male
- Blond
- Legend
- Silver earrings
- Shining armor
- Sometimes a dragon
He can be found anywhere in Folkmore, though, as he's still getting acclimated and is want to explore.]
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B - I (hope you don't mind a late tag-in!)
Not at all! Hope you don't mind a mh induced late response!
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Jean Gunhilder | Genshin Impact | Undecided
[This wasn’t how Jean expected it to go. While she had fully prepared for what was to come in this strange new world, she wasn’t expecting her to solve a murder mystery. In the back of her mind, she was delighted to see the animals were trying their best to put up a performance. However, she couldn’t think about it for long. She just had to get out and fast. The sooner she can get this done, the faster she can figure out how to get back home.
Puzzles weren’t anything new to her but it was still a chore to do. That said, she gave a sigh before looking at the room before her.]
Do you see any questions in the room? How about we split up? You look for that side of the room and I’ll go over here?
B. Murder part 2
[Or perhaps she can find herself standing in the room with some ashes on the floor. As troubling as the scene was, she couldn’t stop herself from being frightened. Instead, she looked to the person to her right.]
…Do you think it was the cat who did it? It seems like they were suspicious from the start.
C. Gift Giving
[Giving gifts wasn't anything new to Jean, she had done it plenty of times with the Knights. Sometimes, there was even a mystery exchange to boost the army’s spirits up. However, what became a problem was how she didn’t know who this person was. Looking at the list of facts before her, she found herself at a loss of what to do. Standing in front of the person before her, she looked down at the small bag of cookies before coughing lightly to herself.]
…I apologize, I hope the gift is to your liking. I’m afraid I haven’t gotten to know you enough to know what present would be best suited for you.
D. Wildcard
[Surprise me!]
Murder 2
I’ll smell the ash on them. Of course, you need to find a bit of it. Or they’ll accuse me of bias.
[It’s all an act. They have to play up supposed rivalry between cats and dogs. Even if that dog happens to be a wolf familiar.]
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JINX. ARCANE. POST S2 + DEER COUNTRY HYBRID-ISH
THE GIFT TRAIN.
b.
sansa isn't dressed very differently from how she dressed in trench, except for a distinct lack of bloodstone. instead a branching weirwood spoon hangs off her elaborate chatelaine.]
Jinx!
[she skids gracefully to a halt, holding the tin of biscuits out in front of her.]
These are for you. Vi will be so happy you're here! I'm so happy you're here.
[she peers at jinx's hood.]
Did you cut your hair short?
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Gideon Nav | The Locked Tomb | Current Character
1. Throw a Girl a Bone
Gideon tracks down her gift exchange targets with deep focus, no matter how far across Folkmore it takes her. The promise of something better inspiring her to lift one of Harrow's bone chips without her notice (or without her comment, which is just as well for Gideon). There's a pep in her step as she sets out to accomplish what a feat Harrow has visited upon her more times than it is worth counting:
Gideon will make a skeleton from a bone chip.
"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's a bone, so give it back, maybe?" Gideon holds out a bone chip, a small piece of bone, a whole bone, a couple of bones together, or perhaps even more… it all depends where along the way she is. Her face is painted, black and white, marked like a skull, with sunglasses over. It's a ridiculous look, but she makes a serious head nod.
"If you feel cheated on the gift, I have plenty of spoons. I'll buy or summon something for you after."
2. Reverse Bone Lookup
Or perhaps someone finds her. It's not hard given the clues:
1. The muscle, not the brains.
2. Flaming gay.
3. Always has a sword. A real one (two-hander).
4. Golden eyes hidden behind sunglasses.
5. Give her food, and you're friends.
6. Reflect on where to find her.
Should someone try to hand her something, Gideon raises her hands and steps back. Accepting a gift makes it official. It loses her a stop along the bone train.
"Woah woah, I'm sure that's nice, but I know what a girl likes even more (hello I'm a girl)."
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He smirks. "Are you so sure about that?"
Does she risk opening what he's offering her, this non-descript bundle, or does she dictate what she wants?
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Nagisa Shiota | Assassination Classroom | Myth
[ Nagisa finds himself first chasing a fox and then charging through to find himself on...a train car? That’s pretty weird. Not much weirder than anything else this year, but still pretty strange. Nagisa himself is pretty unassuming, with his hair pulled up into a pair of short pigtails, his school uniform also seems to be tailored in a way that gives him a feminine looking figure, to match his small stature.
Were he sitting on a bench he’d be completely unremarkable, however as it is, one of the spirits of Folkmore is lying on the ground, reenacting a dead body.
Nagisa doesn’t need more than a moment to bend down and speak. His voice is fairly high pitched, but soft when he says- ]
You’re not dead. [ He’s had months of intensive training, he can’t be fooled so easily. This murder mystery has to be a trap, doesn’t it? Another exercise? Then he can’t afford to let his guard down.
He reaches into his vest, but comes up with nothing. He was sure he had his knife with him a minute ago.
The door opens and Nagisa turns to offer a very placid smile, incredibly calm for someone who’s just arrived. His hands are behind his back in a casual manner. There is no indication at all that he is nothing more than an ordinary fourteen year old boy, standing over a fake dead body that may or may not fool someone else. For someone who’s used to jittery, normal teenagers, they may find something a little unsettling about him.
It’s alright, he’s only planning his attack, and no one will see it coming. It’s his specialty, after all. ]
II. The Gift Train
[ Facts to find one Nagisa Shiota: ]
* New Star Child
* A middle school student
* Hard to pick out of a crowd
* Not everything he appears to be
* Charming smile
* Seems unbelievably relaxed
III. Wildcard
[ Feel free to hit me up with anything your heart desires. It should be noted that anyone with psychic abilities will not be able to pick up any feedback from Nagisa at all, he’s 100% calm, unnaturally so. It should also be noted that visually he is mistaken as female nearly all of the time, until he’s proven otherwise. ]