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wildermemes2018-03-27 12:32 pm
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TEST DRIVE ※ 2
TEST DRIVE ※ 2
The spirit of the Green needs defenders but the game of fate it must play makes it so that its plans are like a garden, always in need of careful pruning. Only certain individuals are capable of living a life of adventure -- and even many who are capable may not be the heroes the Wilderlands needs.
The only way for the Green to be sure is by providing a test -- and as far as tests go, this one's a doozy, because the situation is real. There are countless conflicts all over the Wilderlands that are in need of intervention, so the Green tosses you head first into one of them with no warning or explanation. During it, you may perhaps run into others like yourself, thrown in over their heads -- or into others that came to the Wilderlands before you. Either way, your only chance of getting through it is to work together with whatever other unfortunates you find.
Welcome to the wilds, hero. Good luck with that whole 'deadly peril' thing.
A powerful Sorcerer left his apprentice in charge of his lair, but the apprentice has made a mess of things. He enchanted a broom and animated it to do some of his chores, like filling a basin with buckets of water. After the broom went out of control and overfilled the basin, he was forced to destroy it, but the shards only turned into more anthropomorphic brooms.
Now, hundreds of brooms are pouring water into the Sorcerer's lair, the Sorcerer's apprentice has run away (and magically locked the door, because he's a coward) and you're stuck in the middle of it all as the brooms keep pouring more and more water down the stairs into the Sorcerers' stronghold.
This room is filled with the requisite wizarding accouterments (like a stuffed alligator hanging from the ceiling) and most of it is just replaceable magical tchotchkes, but some of the books here are priceless and one of a kind. The Sorcerer is a force for good and his careless apprentice has made it so important ancient books may be destroyed before he returns, ones that could help turn the tide against evil in the Wilderlands.
The Green whispers to you that the brooms must be stopped and the books must be saved. The voices tell you that the magic in them is needed to save lives.
Also, you kinda need to not drown. Because the water's up to your knees and drowning's definitely a thing that might be happening if this keeps carrying on. The door is magically locked and the windows are magically warded so that while water can be poured out through them, people can't travel in or out of them. You're trapped.
Time to start bailing water and working together. Things are starting to look a little damp.
A. FIGHT A HOUSEHOLD CLEANING IMPLEMENT
The brooms can probably be destroyed permanently! Maybe. Possibly.B. MESS WITH MAGIC
It's worth a shot, right? Aside from the destructive magic you might find yourself now possessing (or superpowers or magic weapons...) The Sorcerer seems to have been doing some experimentation with gunpowder, among other things. The lair has firewood, flint and other firemaking supplies. Also axes and other tools.
The brooms can potentially reproduce from the shards if destroyed but if burned to ash or if the pieces are fine enough it may be possible to stop them once and for all. But if you fail, well, you may find your problem multiplying.
The Sorcerer has a lot of interesting-looking books on magic. Maybe you can find something useful within one of them that can stop the brooms and help make some of the water disappear?C. BAIL A BUDDY OUT
Or you may just accidentally curse yourself. Good luck with that.
(OOC: All magic within the books can potentially help somewhat but only a little. Otherwise, characters can god any kind of curse effects they like for their character that occur from reading the books or trying to cast magic: legs turning to jelly, their voices turning squeaky, characters shrinking, characters growing in height, etc. etc. Feel free to get creative!)
Sometimes the best thing to do is push up your sleeves, grab a bucket, and get to work. While you can't climb out the warded windows, the water can be poured out of them and there are plenty of buckets to use to bail water. Grab a new friend and try to form a bucket brigade for a very work-intensive and awkward first introduction.D. THE FLOOR IS LAVA
Well, not necessarily lava, but as the room starts filling with water, the floating furniture might be the only thing keeping you and the people around you alive. Help the people around you perch on furniture and stay afloat. Save the important books if you can, too, but you may want to make not drowning and preventing others from drowning a priority until the crisis is over.G. FREESTYLE
The situation is pretty silly, with wild magic, gunpowder, anthropomorphic brooms, and flooding going on. Feel free to make something up! It's a big lair with a lot going on.
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Or it could be that Ronan's dreaming it there, but that should be okay, if he doesn't take it home. ]
Right. The brooms.
[ He agrees to placate and redirect the conversation to where he wants it to be. Adam doesn't even register the words fully. ]
I'm more worried about why I'm here than them. I can think, so... I'm real.
[ No, he's not, Adam realizes. He's not the first person in a dream to think. He's not even the third. Hell. What happens when Ronan wakes up? Does he go in subconscious storage or is that just... it. ]
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Uh yeah, you didn't suddenly turn into plastic.
[Now he was more concerned about his boyfriend that any potential assailants. He set his axe back where it belonged and then sloshed back over to Adam.]
We just gotta figure out how to get out. I don't want to star in a Disney movie. I'm not prince material.
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[ He wants a damn minute to figure this out without Ronan's smart mouth getting him mixed up and distracted with notions of his boyfriend as a Disney man, but it's already too late. An axe, like the Lumberjack. No, running in to save the day despite it being playing against type, like Flynn Rider. Facing down a charging dragon like Prince Phillip.
Ronan Lynch is exactly like a Disney prince, and Adam's dilated pupils and slightly open mouth betray how much he's into the concept.
Adam doesn't even consider contradicting him though. It's not something he say without one of them laughing awkwardly, he thinks. ]
Should you take me out? I might not be - I might not be me, Ronan. You could end up with two Adam Parrishes, and I can barely afford myself.
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[He couldn't believe those words had just come out of Adam's mouth. He didn't have the same indifference to life as Ronan, or so he thought. Then he realized what he meant by two Adam Parrishes and the entire conversation made ten times more sense.]
You're not a dream! I wouldn't kill you even if you were a dream! Jesus.
[It was a good thing he'd set his axe down because he threw his hands in the air in the universal "I am so done with this" gesture.]
This isn't a dream.
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[ Adam, too, is shocked by the idea. He’d be wondering what would happen to him if Ronan woke up and left him behind, but that wasn’t the same as asking to be murdered. Ronan wouldn’t do it, anyway. ]
How do you know I’m not a dream? Your… [ Your brother doesn’t do anything abnormal like play music when you brush his hair. ] You’ve dreamed things that don’t have flaws. Chainsaw. Pig. And this –
[ He has to pause while a broom scurries between them with two heavy, sloshing buckets. The water is getting higher. ]
This is a dream.
[ He points after the broom. ]
Do you think I’m an idiot?
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[Having first only registered it as a euphemism, he didn't bother thinking about the other meaning once he figured out the right context. It wasn't like he took requests to bring things out of his dreams anyway, Opal aside.
Christ, well that was a relief. He didn't think he could handle two arguments about dying in only one hour. Now two hours he could do.]
No, but you need to work on your phrasing, Parrish. Jesus. You can't just say things like that. Alright, let me solve this existential crisis of yours.
[By this point, another broom approached and he grabbed it. He held it in the air. Water spilled from the bucket as it tried to keep walking.]
This is not my style. You've been in my head. You know better.
[The way he talks, he sounds offended at the idea that Adam would think him so boring. He tossed the broom aside. It righted itself and continued its journey.]
I wouldn't dream this when I was four.
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[ Nevermind how less than a year ago, Adam knelt in the middle of a pentagram and agreed to be a sacrifice to a magical forest. That was different. He had almost known it wouldn’t kill him in the process. ]
Your style's magical fantasy! Your style's whatever Gansey's been talking about lately. Your style's bad Latin grammar.
[ Adam knocks several Latin-titled spellbooks off a shelf into the water. It doesn’t help, but it makes him feel calmer when they splash Ronan. He’s seen enough dream objects to know that they don’t follow a strict sequence of events or adhere to physics.
If this were a dream, the books wouldn’t splash. He’d knock them over and forget them before they hit the water. ]
If it’s not a dream, what is it? Because I know what the key line feels like. This ain't it.
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My style is all over my back. I thought you'd seen enough of it to know. If I had to rip off Fantasia, I’d do Night on Bald Mountain.
[Ronan fished the books out of the water and opened one, scanning the pages. He knew the language but none of it made sense to him. Sorcerer indeed. He threw all but one back on a table.]
I have no idea where the fuck we are. That's your job. This one's right up your alley, Magician.
[He tossed the last book at Adam.]
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[ Adam struggled with the reference. He knew the Sorcerer's Apprentice well enough; it's one of the most famous pieces of Disney animation, period. But Fantasia wasn't the sort of movie his parents invested money in, and they didn't have the Disney channel.
He'd seen it once, at his old school, when the teacher wasn't feeling well, but he didn't have the names of the different pieces of music memorized. There was the Nutcracker, that weird string bit, the Ave Maria - he only knew that one now because he hears it coming from St. Agnes' whenever there's a funeral. ]
That the one with the... I swear you keep changing your tattoo anyway.
[ He let himself trail off and changed the subject. The only other part of the movie he remembered was the ballerina hippo, and he knew it couldn't be that one. Adam doesn't blush physically, but he got the same burning blood feeling all through his body whenever he's feeling embarrassed and exposed. It was only a dumb movie. It shouldn't make a lick of difference if he didn't know it back to front.
It felt like it did, though, because everybody's seen the old Disney movies.
Adam caught the book, and it felt warm and right in his hands. It was like having someone select a tarot card from a spread, he realized. This was Ronan's book. Adam opened it to a random page and began to read it to himself hurriedly. ]
Quomodo magi tenet temporis lora... Lora?
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[Ronan said it absently, not caring that Adam didn't know-- that was easily solved-- and not noticing his internal struggle.
He waited while Adam read. Looking around, he tried to find any exit other than the windows and the one barred to them. He glanced back at Adam when he paused.]
Reins.
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But all he thought about was the body of Mrs. Lynch. The absence of Noah. ]
I've had enough demons for a lifetime. [ It was so quiet to not even a whisper. Adam found his voice again. ]
How do you remember words like reins? They never come up, and I know Opal isn't about to remind you that reins and leashes exist. I thought about getting her one of those monkey harnesses, but I know she'd eat her way out of it.
[ Shaking his head, Adam concentrated on the book again. A spell to hold the reins of timing. Well, getting caught up in a repeating minute had saved Gansey in the end, if you looked at it just right.
And there was only a small chance that he was that kind of Magician, anyway. Tarot cards and feeling disturbances of the ley line. Low key stuff - that was his forte.
So Adam read the indented 8 lines in their strange, off-kilter arrangement. Someone was trying to make it fit a certain meter and rhyme scheme; they'd taken some poetic license with the the Latin to pull it off.
Adam knew he's fucked up something as soon as his mouth forms the last syllable. The sound dropped out of his good ear entirely; it was only his gasp that told him he wasn't completely Deaf now.
He stared, panicked, through a frozen tableau of wavelets and brooms and buckets and suspended raindrops at Ronan. ]
Shit.
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He guessed the animators couldn't imagine the sort of demon that would one day tear his mother apart.
Scowling, he walked toward the axe he'd discarded.]
Somnia et latine.
[The way he muttered the words, he wasn't sure if Adam heard him or not. As Adam finished the spell, he picked up the axe. Time to see how strong the walls were, or least it would have been if Adam hadn't just froze it.
He lifted one eyebrow.]
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Adam slammed the book down on the shelf as if it were burning him, and the words pour out in an apologetic rush, like he's trying to head off a scolding. ]
It wasn't supposed to work - nothin's been workin' right for me lately. Everythin's been so much harder. [ He picked up the book again. ] I can set things right.