aftr_ooc | TEST DRIVE MEME ( 006 )

Test Drive Meme #6

Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We’re pleased that you’re expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.

Remember that Reserves will open on December 17th! Due to the holiday season, Applications will be opening on December 26th, with an app period shifted to end on January 2nd instead of the usual timeframe!

Two important notes:

1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?

2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.

United We Stand
This particular month, Mu has seen fit to recreate the strange, dichotomous island of Monsun. Most of the information regarding this peculiar land can be found in the informational post linked, but as a quick rundown: Monsun's western side is a hot wasteland of a desert prone of disasters and mishaps, but will affect your character's emotional and psychological state in a positive sense, while its eastern side is a verdant forest filled with endless resources...as well as a tendency to bring out the absolute worst of your character.

The western region blazes with a vengeance, the imaginary sun roasting overhead. The psychological effects of this area of island will shine far more kindly upon you than the sun does; your character's best qualities have been brought to light, and the longer they remain here, the more profound those qualities will become.

This is probably a good thing, too. Because those cactus plants on the horizon seem to be moving closer...and closer...

In fact, they aren't really plants at all.

Those who squint may find themselves thinking of another, cuter version of sentient cacti found on other worlds, but the mutual relation to a certain desert plant is where the similarities come to an end. Walking cacti are silent predators who prefer to slowly approach their prey, avoiding being noticed by their targets until it is too late.

Luckily, these creatures do not rely on projectiles to attack. Rather, their needle thin spikes can extend up to one foot out of their bodies in a fast, powerful motion - more than enough to puncture flesh and muscle. If you've ever wanted to try death by acupuncture, these are your kind of monster... but if not, a sharp weapon or fire will certainly help whittle down their numbers.

Regardless, all of your best qualities will come to light quickly in a fight, whether it be courage, diplomacy, compassion, earnest hope, or whatever other positive traits you might bear. Such is Monsun's boon to you.

Divided We Fall
The east, on the other hand, is the polar opposite to that desert wasteland. The sun shines evenly through the thick spread of deciduous canopies, which shade you from the worst of that unforgiving heat. The verdant greenery is perfectly temperate and even tranquil.

A pity that you'll soon find your worst qualities manifesting at a rather rapid rate. The proper Monsun generally gives you a twenty-four hour window before your most despicable traits start to flourish, but Mu, it seems, has sped up the clock significantly.

Scattered across the rich landscape, a herd of deer can be found prancing eagerly about, seemingly oblivious to their potentiality as a food source. In fact, they hardly seem to react to the approach of foreign entities at all. They're quite placid, and content to sit idly back until attacked - at which point they'll do little more than flee at a brisk pace.

What an ideal set of circumstances, truly. But should anyone else impose upon your peace, you'd better hope they don't mind encountering you at your absolute worst.

Don't Fear the Succ
You wake on a boat. It's a very nice boat, make no mistake, weatherbeaten and worn as it may seem, but it's still a boat, and you're still surrounded with lapping waves, as far as the eye can see. Or as far as the eye can sea.

Still, no reason not to make the best of this, right? Just sit back, relax, and let the wind take you wherever it may. You hardly need to eat or sleep in the regular sense in dreams, and this might be a good deal more picturesque than many of the dreams you're probably used to. All told, this is really quite a nice diversion -

Hold on. Did something just bump up against the hull?

Yes, in fact. Something did. Something with long, long, reaching tentacles that will soon snake over the deck to try and grasp your vessel in a death grip much like that of a boa constrictor: designed to crush and destroy.

It seems you've run afoul of that legendary creature of the depths; the one that every sailor most fears.

A kraken.

Hope you're not averse to a little hentai.

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[ No, no. Don't mind him. He's absolutely staring at the methodical method Ingway is slicing apart the monsters and selecting pieces - is there some importance to the pieces he's taking and the pieces he's leaving?

...

and the dagger.

He's definitely staring at the dagger. That is a beautiful dagger. ]

I will be sure to give myself a good telling off for bad behaviour later.

[ But he's not stopping the observation. ]

[there indeed is a method to it, but not one that would make much sense to an outsider. Not just meat or organs (though he does take that, more for possible food later) but also needles, teeth, claws small bones if it has any to speak of. All tucked away in a hip bag that shouldn't hold so much]

Well, they do say self policing is important.

[he makes no pause in his actions, but is clearly watching Akira as closely as he's being watched]

[ it might not make sense, but it's interesting. what's he going to do with it all...? aside from the obvious uses of meat for food. ]

It's not like there's anyone here who could police me anyway. [ no police force. wouldn't trust one if there was one, etc, etc. ]

What are you planning to do with all that? Tooth-jewellery business?

[no guardsman at all, or a lack of respect for them? Ingway was curious but kept his mouth shut for now]

Mayhaps. Why, looking to purchase?

[ funny, that. both the lack of them and the lack of respect for them. ]

Less necklaces, more weaponry. If you're planning to fashion one of those into a weapon, then maybe I'd be more genuinely interested.

If you're in the market for blades or a bow I'm not much help there-

[he stands, dusting off his pants and tucking his hands, and the dagger, into his cloak-unseen, un predictable]

But I might have something you could use.

It'd have to be good. You started to lose my interest when you told me you couldn't help with blades while tucking away your fancy dagger.

[ Hmmmmmmm. Go on. ]

Sadly, I only have the one, and anyone trying to take it off my hands is bound to lose one of theirs.

[he smirks, the expression half hidden in the collar of his cloak- but for a moment there seems to be too many sharp teeth. Eyes glimmering red instead of violet-gray. But with this glaring sunlight who can say?

Still, Ingway doesn't feel that threatened. It's odd, but this place, for as barren as it is, seems to cool the paranoia and anger he was so used to on his day to day]

But regardless, you need armament, and I need information. Let's see if we can manage a bit of barter.

[he reaches into his cloak again, this time his dagger seems to be at his hip- not a show of trust exactly, but at least it's clearly not an open threat anymore. A bit of shuffling around in his bag and he brings out-

A glass bottle of some sort, corked and filled with bright blue liquid. That kind of icy blue you only see in sports drinks, but the consistency is all wrong and somehow the glass is frosty even in the blazing heat]

That sounds suspiciously like a threat.

[ It's said lightly, but Akira's eyes narrow in on that brief flickering change. He's dealt with enough... strange goings on in his life to spot another one when it flashes before his eyes. There's not enough to say for sure, but... to dismiss it would be stupid.

This is a dangerous person.

It's not like there aren't a lot of dangerous people here, when he considers it, but one more to the mix isn't something to brush aside. ]

I need more armament. I'm not without any. [ The bottle... gets a focused and thoughtful look. The frosted glass in the heat of the desert, and what's in the bottle playing on his mind most notably. But in this situation, Akira isn't the one at a disadvantage here. He has weapons and wants more, compared to this man who knows nothing of this place and wants to know something, anything. ]

So that'll have to be very interesting bottle to catch my attention.

['I'm armed and can defend myself'- it's clear in Akira's words. Still, Ingway isn't too concerned. ]

It's only a threat if it needs to be. Nothing more. As for this- as I said, I'm no armorer, but I AM a craftsman. An alchemist in fact. I can create potions, many that can be used to defend yourself in a pinch. For example. This is a bottle of Ice Spirits. A drink of this will defend it's user from three attacks and harm the threat in turn.

And it's nice and cool in all this heat, isn't it?

[ He can and he will, even if his dagger isn't as fancy. ]

Hopefully it's not. It's way too hot out here to start fighting, and then there's the sand hydras waiting to leap out of no where, and those things stalking around. [ He motions at the gutted remains of that once living creature that Ingway's done a great job of breaking down into tiny parts.

The bottle gets a closer look. He's summoned ice before, the idea of bottling in and having it... not melt in all this heat? That's impressive. And a little confusing. ]

How? Wouldn't drink ice just be cold. And potentially lethal.

[ All he can think of is liquid nitrogen that would have the same outcome, and he would never drink that. ]

Lethal? You seem to overestimate my desire to gain something from you. As far as I know you are a wandering desert urchin with nothing of worth- 'tis a waste to go through such effort to murder a man when I have a blade.

[He seems very amused at this]

As for the how, when I said spirits I meant it very literally. The spirits in this bottle will directly protect the user.

TEST DRIVE MEME ( 006 )

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