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TEST DRIVE ※ 3


TEST DRIVE ※ 3

The spirits of the Green need defenders but the game of fate they must play makes it so that their 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. It's time to put on your ruby slippers, pick up your vorpal sword, and carry that ring into Mordor.


THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES

The ruling government of the Wizarding World is the Ministry of Magic, nestled away in the confines of Magical London. Most of the Ministry's departments are what one might expect of a typical government, filled with offices and cubicles and the usual trappings of government bureaucracy. Magical or not, a ruling government still needs a metric fuckton of paperwork, apparently.

But one department isn't like the rest. One department is an agency that handles the most secret and sensitive parts of the Wizarding World: The Department of Mysteries. This Department is filled with magical items and secrets from the world over, gathered by the department's mysterious agents, the Unspeakables. Here, alongside the deepest secrets of magic, the Unspeakables study the intangible mysteries of the universe, like love, space, thought, time, and death. With the Wizarding World now part of the Wilderlands, the agents have extended their secret-gathering to include secrets from the other worlds now attached to the Wilderlands, too.

You've been teleported to the Department of Mysteries for some unknown reason. It's after hours, so the Department is eerily empty and dimly lit only by blue-white torches. The spirits of the Green wants you here for a reason, but all you have are their enigmatic whispers...

See the secrets in the room full of stars. Destroy the spheres before the masked ones take them.

Whether those two ideas are meant to be related is difficult to tell, but with the many odd dangers of this place, one thing is clear:

To find out, you're going to have to survive all kinds of weird-ass magical bullshit first.


STUFF YOU CAN DO

A. WRANGLE MAGICAL CREATURES
Some of the most dangerous magical creatures in existence are kept in the Department of Mysteries for study, and even more are brought in every day so magizoologists can add more data to the Unspeakables' body of research. One section of the Department is filled with pens, cages, and magical indoor habitats that house creatures like brutish trolls, venomous acromantulas, screeching banshees, ravenous kappas, and shadowy and suffocating lethifolds. With the additional exposure to new lands caused by the formation of the Wilderlands, the Unspeakables have started to collect creatures that are native to other realms as well.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but today isn't a normal day. Someone has gone through the section and opened latches, shattered glass enclosures, and broken open cages. Now the Zoology Office of the Department of Mysteries is...well, a zoo. A lethal one, at that.

You may find yourself facing dangerous creatures, including deceptive ones like the tentacle monster that disguises itself as a statue in a water fountain, then drags its victims in to try to drown and eat them if they get too close.

Or you might have to face a boggart, a creature that bursts out of the wardrobe it hides in, taking on the form of someone's greatest fear. This can even include taking on the image of dead loved ones. The boggart can only be banished back into its wardrobe if the person facing it wills themselves to work past their fear and attacks it with magic or force to scare it back in.

Maybe the creature you face will come as a total surprise.

Whether you wrangle creatures just enough to escape them, or plan to valiantly try to put them back in their cages, you're guaranteed to have your hands full.

[ooc: Feel free to use any magical creature from anything with this prompt, as creatures from more worlds than the Harry Potter universe are kept here. If you want more information on a creature or want a random creature thrown your way, comment here.]
B. AVOID OUT OF CONTROL MAGIC
Even if your character avoids the wild creatures running loose other dangers can be found here. The Unspeakables have an entire area devoted to experimental magic, the experimental wand and staff room. Due to its security spells being disrupted, the wands are blasting magic all over the place, making it so someone that has misfortune to wander in may find themselves cursed, hexed, jinxed, or otherwise altered by a random spell.

Any effect could be caused by a spell, ranging from your legs turning to jelly, to your face getting covered in boils, to your hair being turned to worms.

[ooc: Again, feel free to make up any effect you want. If you'd like a random effect chosen by the mods comment here.]
C. BEAN SOME BRAINS
In one empty room, there's an enormous glass tank of dark green liquid. In it, there are usually pearly white brains floating around -- usually -- but because the tank has been broken, the brains are on the loose, wandering the halls of the Department. Whenever they find people, they reach out and grab them with tendrils of glowing thought and memory that unravel like rolls of film.

If a brain captures you and someone else at the same time in its tentacles, you'll each see each a random memory from the other person's mind. The longer you're trapped, the more memories you'll both share, and the more intense they'll get.

It's possible to escape from the grip of one of the brains, but you'll have to fight your way free with the help of whoever you're ensnared with.
D. SEE THE DANCING OF THE SPHERES
The Space Room is what the Unspeakables use to try to uncover the physical nature of the universe. This is the room full of stars that the Green wanted you to see. Here, the entire multiverse is visible, little universes floating in the starry void. The images swirl and zoom in on little worlds within those universes and show worlds getting...dismantled? Strips of land are shown getting ripped off and transplanted on to a shimmering, shifting impossible Frankenstein of a world that keeps expanding in size.

The dimensionally strip-mined planets that are left behind? Apparently, they cave in on themselves and crumble in a mess of fiery molten lava and earthquakes that burn away what's left of the surface, making it uninhabitable. The peoples whose lands have been transplanted to the Wilderlands have long had questions about the parts of their worlds that have been left behind and apparently the answers aren't pretty.

Even worse? Your world is visible here, too. When you think of it or wonder about it, it suddenly appears and the Frankenstein planet that is the Wilderlands is shown next to it, its magic tugging at your homeworld's skin, which is slowly starting to unravel and reach ever so slightly towards it.

The magic creating the Wilderlands is strong and before long, it won't just be fantasy worlds that un-spool and become a part of it - if the Unspeakables' projections are right, perhaps it's just a matter of time before all worlds have chunks pulled into the Wilderlands - with only disasters, calamity, and mass extinction events happening to the chunks that are left behind.
E. DODGE DEATH EATERS
This is the other place you're needed, a massive hall filled with racks upon racks of blue globes. These globes have shimmering, moving images inside them, recorded memories of prophets and oracles relating their prophecies.

You must destroy some of these prophecies, because the "masked ones" have come. Death Eaters - once servants of the Dark Lord Voldemort, now servants of the Unfinished Princess - have descended on the Department of Mysteries. In fact, they're the source of all the security breaches and magical creatures being sprung loose. These robed and masked wizards start flinging colorful spells and curses your way, cackling sadistically, as they chase you between the different racks of prophecies.

The Green whispers its reminder: Destroy the spheres before the masked ones take them.

The Green has enchanted you with several gifts. One is a special vision that lets you see what you need to see; the spheres they want you to destroy glow with a gentle light the same color as new plant shoots so that you can find them. The other gift is an immunity to the enchantment around the spheres. Normally, people who try to take a prophecy that isn't labeled with their name are cursed to go insane. But the Green has made it so you can pick up any prophecy you want.

Some of the ones they want you to destroy are labeled with the names of people that are leaders and people of influence in this universe: Tiffany Aching, Aragorn, Harry Potter, Aang, and others. Some of the globes may perhaps be labeled with your name or the names of those you just met in the Department of Mysteries who have been in the Wilderlands longer. Unfortunately, even if your name is labeled on a globe, you don't have time to view the prophecy within and if you hesitate the Green reassures you there are other ways to find out what's prophesied:

There are other prophets, other ways to see.

You cannot hesitate. The Death Eaters have found an immunity to the curse that protects the globes, too. You must fight the Death Eaters and destroy them first, before they fall into the wrong hands.
F. FREESTYLE
The Department can hold all kinds of weirdness and secrets. Feel free to make up a strange scenario or an entire section whole-cloth if you want!

OOC INFO

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it.

All the technology is broke. The magic of the Wilderlands messes up technology so that it doesn't work. Any weapons beyond the level of a crossbow will suddenly cease to function, including guns. Repair is impossible, as they'll seem to be in functional condition and still not work.

This TDM is open to everyone. However, top-levels should be made for potential new characters only. Characters currently in the game should only tag top-levels.

Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Current players can count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The magic bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

The game has limited slots. Please keep this in mind! As of this post 23 of 30 player slots have been filled, with one app still pending. This means 6 player slots are currently open.
culturalappropriation: (Happy - Rimshot!)

Punchy | Intimates

[personal profile] culturalappropriation 2018-05-11 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Punchy doesn't even question that he'd be selected by a mysterious force to rescue the forest; if anything, he's surprised it hasn't happened already. Why wouldn't the universe reach out to him, the obvious hero, scourge of the arcade and prince of the comments section on Youtube, the flyest motherfucker of all motherfuckers still calling things fly in the year of our lord 2018? Why not him, a homie whose top skills include "keeping abs on fleek", dope rhymes and bragging about sex he hasn't had? A dawg from the streets stacking phatties in his mom's basement and flexing till his shoulders get sore?

He's the clear solution to all the ills in the world, because he is, in a word, the illest. Two words.

He's got a grin that could eat his whole head, which he only interrupts beatboxing "No Diggity" (not like anyone could tell) when he strolls on up into the room with the glowing brains Upon seeing the light-up organs he shifts into a decidedly more EDM-style tempo.
]

Dawg, check this shit, Imma squish it into a glowstick. [He reaches out to grab the glowing tentacle.]
gonebyebye: (No)

Re: Punchy | Intimates

[personal profile] gonebyebye 2018-05-11 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Ray smacks Punchy's hand away. Some people should not be allowed around the supernatural, and this kid was obviously one of them.]

Have you completely taken leave of your senses? We don't know what these things are or what- it just grabbed my ankle, didn't it?

[Sure enough, Ray's resigned comment is right. A tentacle has grabbed ahold of his leg, and Ray shortly falls unconscious to the floor.]
likeits1999: (You'll never know if you don't go)

[personal profile] likeits1999 2018-05-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yo!

[ Kevin tugs Punchy back by his collar to try to stop him. ]

It's probably like acid or some junk, dude!

[ Kevin has some recent experience with the mysterious and organesque that he is not eager to repeat. ]
makinuscream: ([fan] YO wassup?)

Kisuke Urahara | Bleach

[personal profile] makinuscream 2018-05-11 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: Action or prose is fine with me! ]

A: Wrangle Magical Creatures (Roughing It)


[ Kisuke Urahara is a man of broad intellect and ingenuity there can be no doubt. He's also a being who's been alive for centuries and who had (up until recently) a breadth and depth of power to pull from when needed. Like when one fights monsters. Never has he considered himself reliant on his Soul Reaper abilities, prefering to use them last when other methods would yeild better results for the task a hand.

Well, a kidou binding spell would be an excellent ability to have when facing this very large, mottled greenish thing that hit with the all the force of a drunk Zaraki.

Meeting a wall at such speeds without his kidou enhanced reflexes is also quite unpleasant. ]
Owwww.

[ Quickly picking himself up, Kisuke eyes whatever-it-is and the tunnel off to his left where he and his current partner had set a trap that this thing did not want to go into. ]

Why did I say I'd play bait again? [ Oh, right, because I'm still supposed to be quick on my feet. ] So, big, tall and angry doesn't want to play along. I'm all up for suggestions.



C: Bean Some Brains (Superpowers)



Uhhh, sorry about that. [ Urahara lets out a sheepish laugh as he closes the door on memory. There'd been explosions involved and now their mental selves are covered in a gelatinous and hot pink colored goo. Muffled voices of varying degrees of angry and incensed filter through the door but start to fade away along the with the room and - yay - the goo as well.]

So, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that we're trapped by the floaty brains. [ One hand curls under his chin as he ignores the sidewalk forming beneath their feet. The distance murmur of chattering voices slowly grows louder as pedestrians start to emerge and occupy space on the sidewalk as well. ] I don't suppose you'd happen to know how they work so that we can quickly extract ourselves from this mess.

[ Before either one of them ended up sharing more than they might like. ]


kingspetpeasant: (It's almost like I found a friend)

[personal profile] kingspetpeasant 2018-05-11 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lenny makes no attempt to stop him as he reaches for the freaky critter. Quite the opposite, she jumps up behind him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing forward encouragingly, a manic smile of her own plasters across her face. ]

Dude, do it.

[ Because clearly that could only lead to good things. And hey, if someone's going to find out whether or not these things are dangerous or what they were capable of, better this jack ass than her.

Best case scenario he squishes the thing and holds true to his word, worse case scenario the things hurts him in some hilarious way. And really that's a win win for Lenny.
]
Edited 2018-05-11 16:53 (UTC)
easy_as_cake: (oops?)

C because Trance loves sharing memories, you know!

[personal profile] easy_as_cake 2018-05-11 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It's okay. [It's so very not okay.] I don't think it was entirely your fault.

[She does, however, leave the door open on the possibility that it was, at least, partially his fault.

The lack of goo is nice, even if it is kind of a lie. She turns her hands over, examining them for any specks that remain, but there's nothing. Her tail is likewise clear when she checks it.]


What do you think floaty brains do when they trap someone?

[A person who wasn't there a minute ago walks by. Trance sticks out a hand to touch her shoulder, only for it to pass straight through the woman. That answers that, at least until it doesn't anymore. She isn't sure this place plays by any rules at all.]

I think I would have avoided them in the first place if I knew enough to know how they work.
makinuscream: ([surprise] WTF did you just do??)

Sharing memories will please them both :3

[personal profile] makinuscream 2018-05-11 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His pleasantly precious, purple partner is not entirely wrong either in word or thought. While in this particular instance, Urahara can claim no liability, that is not usually the case. It is strange really to be at the epicenter of an Incident and not have had some hand, intentional or not, in creating it. Strange and exciting. ]

Probably slowly consume us whole while keeping us distracted with... [ Kisuke trails off and waves the fan in hand around. ] ... this.

[ Whatever this is. Lips pursed in thought, Kisuke looks up and then back down the sidewalk. They are in Karakura Town, or at least a close enough approximation that he can't immediately tell the difference. The explosion they'd witnessed before had been in his shop. He remembers that day in detail because Yoruichi had been furious at him for days afterward. Cleaning something pink and sticky out of her hair had not been Yoruichi's idea of a good time. So, is this some kind of memory or strange hallucination?

Reaching out, Urahara taps Trance on one shoulder with his fan and frowns a second later. ]


So, you're solid and they're not. In fact the people don't seem to be paying too much attention to us at all, do they?

[ And, as if to prove that point, one gentleman walks right through him. Kisuke has something to say, really he does, but as soon as his mouth opens, the sky overhead darkens. It isn't clouds or the setting of the sun, but an expansive streak of black cutting through the sky and growing wider. ]

Okay, that doesn't look good.

[ Nor did the strange looming figures populating the edges of the rift. ]
easy_as_cake: (...right?)

Sharing is caring!

[personal profile] easy_as_cake 2018-05-11 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. That sounds... not very fun. [She's not sure anything is distracting enough to distract from being consumed.

Can she even be consumed? She doesn't know. That should probably be more worrisome than it is, but mostly she's just a little disgusted. Who knows where those brains have been?!

He taps her and she frowns, taking a half-step away.]
Of course I'm solid.

...Maybe they don't know they're supposed to be solid, too.

[Strange looming figures tended to be bad, yes. At least in Trance's experience. And speaking of, there with all the strange, looming figures Trance doesn't recognize is one she most assuredly does. A large figure that looks to be made out of lava or solidified flames twists and turns with them, and somewhere in the distance a rhythmic pounding begins, felt as much as heard. She recognizes that sound. She really wishes she didn't, but she does.]

That's not good, either.
makinuscream: ([serious] check out this scruff)

[personal profile] makinuscream 2018-05-11 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No, giant flaming creature-things are never good. (Not that Urahara has run into many, but instinct tells him that it's probably the equivalent of a Menos Grande hollow at the very least.) The sounds concern him a little less. For now. But only because he's pretty damned sure he sees the flicker of hollow masks in there as well.

Nor can he shake the sensation that this event feels familiar. Sort of. Are they dreaming? Curiosity and a healthy sense of self-preservation war with each other as he studies the looming threat and the one they can't directly sense. Whatever this is, whatever this place is, they're still in the thrall of a brain with no body. ]


Do you know what it is?

[ And maybe how to beat it. That would be good too. Kisuke draws Benihime free of the cane and fervently hopes that his powers and abilities are in full working order in this maybe-a-dream-hallucination-and/or-memory. ]
clapslapboom: (the blinding ultra violence)

edward elric | fma: brotherhood

[personal profile] clapslapboom 2018-05-11 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
❰ A ❱ & THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE
[As far as creepy, weird places packed with secrets go, Ed considers this one pretty okay. Oh, sure, there's no question that it's one of Those Places where danger lurks around every corner, and he's pretty sure he's not going to get out of here without busting up his automail and seeing a very irate Winry, but at least no one in authority is stepping out of the shadows with a razor sharp grin and a revealing speech about immortality. At least none of the creatures in cages are chimeras. That has to count in his favor.

A violent shudder curls down his spine anyway, and he gives the creatures a wide berth. Just because they don't look like chimeras... well. Even now, he can't shake some of those memories.

Silently, he eases his way down the dimly lit corridor. He's done this plenty of times without Al, but knowing Al is nowhere in this world makes him more alert and far less easy. Every sound makes him freeze.

He slips into a warmly lit room but breathes no sigh of relief. Warmly lit rooms usually end up full of people who need their faces punched in. This one, strangely enough, is empty. That just makes him much more alert.

Eyes narrowed, he lifts his right arm, brandishing the bladed end of it as he inches deeper into the room. There's a cabinet on the opposite wall. He knows he shouldn't open it (something horrible is probably inside it), but he also knows that cabinets tend to hold books (duh), and books contain knowledge, and he's not passing up the opportunity to learn more about this place's weird not-quite alchemy.

He reaches the wardrobe. Pulls back the door. And throws himself back with a shout of alarm that turns into one of absolute anguish.

Ed trembles at the sight of his emaciated brother with dead, dead eyes staring up at him.]


N-no. [His voice trembles.] No, you're not real! You're not here!

❰ D ❱ & our dancing has turned to mourning
Is that my home? [He pokes at the illusion of his world, scowling at it. It doesn't dissolve. The alchemy of the illusion fascinates him. The dance of his world into the Wilderlands disturbs him, but he doesn't focus on that. Focus too much on the disturbing bits and they'll eventually break you. A broken alchemist can't fix anything, least of all himself, so Ed lets deep understanding become breakwaters and wash over him.]

So what's this saying?

[His scowl deepens.]

Eventually, everything's going to be consumed like this? [Scowl becomes grimace becomes understated determination. Thoughtful, he paces the illusion, looking up briefly to meet the eyes of the person in the room with him. Friend? Foe? He's not sure. But a sounding board is a sounding board.] There's gotta be a pattern here. [And if you can find the pattern, if you can break the whole down into commensurate parts, you can solve the problem.]

❰ E ❱ & prophecy never originated in human will
What do you mean I can't watch it? [Ed snarls the words as he darts down another row of glowing spheres. The Green insists there are other ways to see again as he jumps a weird ball of light (a curse?). The Green doesn't appreciate his situation.

Clapping his hands together, he feels the power of the world move through him. Feels the earth beneath his feet.

His hands hit the stone beneath him, and it changes. From flat stone into pillars that shoot forward, spearing into the darkness. He hopes the wide, blunted tips don't do much more than bruise.

If Al'd been here, he would've already struck, too, but Al isn't here. It's just Ed and whoever that person is, that other body rushing through the darkness alongside him.]
Go for the weirdos in the masks! I'll get the glowing spheres! [He can see them. Who knows if the other person can.]
immaterium: (Default)

Mita Ashyn | Warhammer 40k

[personal profile] immaterium 2018-05-11 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
E: dodge death eaters

[Mita Ashyn was no stranger to the whimsy of the Warp. How, when she threw herself into its turbulent waves and trusted that her self would stand firm, it would pluck her mind up like a giant playing with an ant and toss her to reaches she did not know. It takes her far too long to realise that she is not merely a projection of her astral self, and that it is her very real, very solid body.]

[Something she discovers when she's scored by a shard of glass from a shattering prophesy. Flinching away from the cut, she grows angry.]


You bastard, I'll show you what a witch can do!

[She sends out a boiling lance of psychic energy, an almost-invisible shimmer of force stabbing out into the air. It hits a Death Eater right in the stomach, and swats him like a fly with a crack of sound.]

C: bean some brains

[There is a thing attached to her arm. Pulsating, nauseatingly warm, and utterly repulsive on her skin, she is very certain that further contact is not advisable. There is something happening to her, some drain on her mind that she can feel. Fearful of what it is doing as she speaks, she is too panicked to meaningfully direct her energy, resulting in destructive psychic daggers that shatters everything but her target.]

[When she sees somebody else in the room, she screams out for help.]
clapslapboom: (the party’s such a drag)

A

[personal profile] clapslapboom 2018-05-11 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
You could try running in the right direction, you know!

[Ed's shouting from the tunnel sounded shrill at best. It'd be great if Al were with him, but Al's back home, and Ed's stuck with this guy who can't even lead a monster into a trap properly.

Had he never fought monsters before? Eugh. Now, if he'd just do something neat. Whip out a gun or a sword or something...

Nah, Ed was definitely on his own.]


Run this[He broke off with a scream as the lumbering monster turned its attentions on him. And lunged.

So he did the first thing that came to mind. He ran.

In the wrong direction.]
makinuscream: ([sigh] Hmmm?)

[personal profile] makinuscream 2018-05-11 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ahhhhhhh, the dulcet tones of someone less than one-tenth of Urahara's age yelling at him. Of course, hearing Ed over the ringing in Urahara's head is its own challenge. He could warn the kid that yelling and shouting would probably...

... yep, yep there it is: the monster redirecting its attention. Urahara took the next few seconds to pick himself up off the ground, dust of his clothes, and straighten his hat. ]


Hey, hey, Ed! You're running in the wrong direction~ [ Not. Helping, Kisuke. Not at all. ] I should probably do something.

[ Though his options were perilously limited. In the back of his mind, Benihime snorted in a not so subtle reminder that Urahara never allowed his options to be limited.

Lacking the speed and agility of a Soul Reaper, Urahara still propelled himself forward at an impressive - though human speed - and slashed at the leg of the giant green-ish thing to catch it's attention again. Ducking under own meaty fist and dancing back from a slow but powerful kick, Urahara waved (maybe a little frantically at Ed) ]


TEN SECONDS!!
clapslapboom: (the stereotypical profiling ritual)

[personal profile] clapslapboom 2018-05-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
TEN SECONDS UNTIL WHAT?!

[Ed, rapidly disappearing down the tunnel, presses his hands together. Fingers dragging along the side of the tunnel, feeling the bump of stone (calcite, silica, some kind of sandstone), he pours energy into it. Wills it to change.

A shelf explodes from the wall, and Ed twists around, darting up it as the monster (don't look at it, don't think about how much it looks like Nina) crashes into stone and howls with rage. He rushes down it, an inelegant tumble of limbs and a face contorted with aggravated terror.]


It's been ten seconds!

[It's been about three.]
makinuscream: ([air walk] see me groove)

[personal profile] makinuscream 2018-05-12 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
One hand reaches for Ed's collar and Urahara jerks the younger man up before propelling him down the hallway where the trap awaits. ]

Go! [ Turning to the click-clack sound of his geta against the stone floor, Urahara lashes out with Benihime again. The sword bites deep into the creature's arm, causing it to pause. It's long enough, just long enough for Urahara to bolt after Edward down the tunnel.

Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. ]


NOW! SPRING IT NOW!
gonebyebye: (Chinrub)

A

[personal profile] gonebyebye 2018-05-12 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Calm down kid. It's not real, it's illusory. Mostly. It's not illusory per se, due to the physical component, but-

[Ray cuts himself off. Even he could tell that his digression wouldn't exactly be much help.

He had already encountered one of the boggarts in his explorations. It had a sonewhat difficult time isolating what Ray was afraid of, as his closest loved one was already dead and yet still kicking around. It wasn't exactly capable of shifting into something the size of Stay-Puft, either. That difficulty had given Ray an idea of its true nature.]


My point being, whatever that is? It's not who you think. If I had to guess, it's probably a mildly psychic shapeshifting entity that takes on the appearance of what you most fear as a sort of defensive mechanism. Like a cat puffing its fur up to make themselves look bigger. Pretty common tactic, all things considered. Your...brother, right? He's most likely fine.

[The resemblance was too close for the relationship to be anything else. Aside from possibly father and son, but the kid looked far too young for that to be even remotely option.]

Dr. Ray Stantz. I'm a paranormal investigator.

[Hopefully that at least explained the long and unending stream of ectobabble.]
shipoftheseus: (nani the fuck)

e

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-05-12 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[The other body moving through the dimly lit stacks is weird, but in this chaos and this lighting maybe it's hard to catch just what's off. What light there is catches on their hair and and arms, strangely shiny, but some people just have really nice hair, right? And metallic arms maybe aren't that strange to a guy with some metal limbs of his own.

Phos sure as hell doesn't know what to make of the random pillars of stone and shit, but hey, lots of people here can do wild stuff. They're a little beyond questioning anything at this point. Ducking under a stone column to face the Death Eaters, they wave a golden arm vaguely at the human.]
]

Fine, just hurry!

[Skidding to a halt on their heels (literally, like three-inch heels, how are they not tripping all over themselves running around in those), Phos lifts their arms and the golden material seems to suddely melt and deform, stretching out rapidly before them and spreading into an amorphous wall of liquid metal. It does a decent job of blocking off the aisle, bulging inward where its being impacted by curses or something but holding solid for the moment.]
clapslapboom: (i hope you're ready steady)

[personal profile] clapslapboom 2018-05-12 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[The guy Ed's been walking with keeps talking. Ed keeps staring at Al. Al, who's pushing up onto his hands and knees, all skin stretched taut over bones, face so gaunt the skull beneath is visible, belly rounded. Al, who trembles as he rises to his feet. Al, who looks so lost and hurt, just like he did on the other side of—

The guy keeps talking. Something about shapeshifting, and Ed latches on to that. Mutters the words:]
This is like Envy, huh? [Envy always knew best where to hit to hurt someone. Alright. Alright, he can do this.]

My brother. [He doesn't say, "I did this to him," but there's guilt in his voice. His brother, his responsibility.

But he puts on a rough grin, the kind that promises a good fight.]
Edward Elric. You know how to deal with this?
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[personal profile] culturalappropriation 2018-05-12 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Shit, even better. [Punches slaps Kevin's hand away from his double popped collars. Of course he'd want to do acid. Of course he wouldn't be afraid of acid; what kind of gangsta fears getting a little fucked up in a strange room full of brains on a magical quest?

Not this O.G., bitch.

He grabs the tentacle.
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Re: Punchy | Intimates

[personal profile] culturalappropriation 2018-05-12 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Taken leave of- [Homie that's way too clever for Punchy to parse out. You're talking about a guy who thinks Flavor of Love is edutainment.

But then Ray drops to the floor, and Punchy's attention immediately goes to the unconscious guy, his face betraying not just concern but also excitement. A civilian to defend! Punchy jumps into the role of superhero so enthusiastically there's shockwaves.
]

Dawg, come through! [He tries to pry the tentacle from Ray's ankle. It sends a spasm through him, one that seems to jar all his senses - and then he, too, drops to the floor, dead to the world.]
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[personal profile] clapslapboom 2018-05-12 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Woah, now that's neat. Whoever's helping out, they can create metal? That could come in handy.

Ed tucks the information away, filing it somewhere between 'Gluttony has an entire world in his stomach' and 'Roy Mustang really, really, really loves dogs.' He'll have to see if he can transmute that.

Later.

Much later, like when an entire shelf isn't falling on him.

With a shout, Ed slams a hand into the ground. The shelf doesn't crush him, but hundreds of spheres pour around him, a waterfall of lives that could have so much knowledge.]


I'm hurrying!

[He scrambles out from beneath the shelf, gaining his feet and rushing forward, squinting through the gloom. There're two spheres ahead, and he isn't paying any attention to the pair of Death Eaters coming at him from the right.]

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