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Labyrinthum Mod ([personal profile] labyrinmods) wrote in [community profile] buttrinthum2023-01-01 04:59 pm
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TDM #1


Arrival / Enchanted Garden

Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.

When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.

Will you drink it or not?

There is a parchment, handwritten, and it simply gives you a welcoming:

“Welcome to my Labyrinth. Per our agreement, you have consented to live your life here for an undetermined amount of time. In exchange, I will grant you the wish that you desire the most.”

You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: poinsettias and mistletoe. You’ll soon find out that being around the poinsettias give you an odd sense of joy no matter how confusing the situation may seem and the mistletoe, which is left over from the holiday season, gives you the desire to kiss or hold hands with the nearest person to you. It looks like there are plenty of others who are just now waking up from their dream-state as well.. why not go ahead and say hello?

Somnius / Snow Angels

With the influx of new life, the humble town a barkeep tells you is called Somnius seems to come alive as well, with new faces to join that of the resident fairies, goblins and other townfolk. There’s bustling energy to the land that the townfolk will tell you wasn’t quite there before, and some suspect that the presence of the new arrivals might be powering the world around them in some way - but that’s a question to be answered on another day. The quaint town of Somnius needs a little bit of care, that rustic feel to the mushroom houses, old shops and weathered castles too evident at first glance, but it’s not a bad place to live, as the locals will tell you. It almost seems like everything will be okay…

But of course, things are never so simple.

Whether you have been wandering around to get your bearings, talking to the locals or exploring your new humble (very humble) abode, you can expect to find mysterious ice sculptures - fashioned in the shape of snow angels, with blades in their hands - appearing in random places around the town. There are some that manifest in the middle of the street, some that sit quietly at the edge of an inn, and even some that appear right beside your bed, staring at you as you wake up. It’s unclear how these sculptures even got here, but close proximity to them will conjure up feelings of unrest, like you should not step any closer.

It’s smart to trust your gut in these situations. Step too close to a snow angel and it will come to life, moving with the grace of flowing water. They make a vague request and will spare only those able to heed it.

“Cold … so cold … Even the days of Visium are so cold. Have you any warmth to spare us?”

Some angels will accept an article of clothing as warmth. Others are greedy and keep demanding more, wanting to take everything that you have on your body. Heed their requests and they will spare you. Resist even just a little, and that’s when they draw their swords.

It’s not too easy to defeat an angel with brute force given that they reform themselves immediately. Running away or blasting them with fire could do the trick. Be careful not to get cut by their blades, however…

Characters who get cut by their blades will experience an inconsolable sense of chill and emptiness, right down to their bones. They will find themselves desiring ‘warmth’ from others in different ways - whether through physical contact, or affectionate words and gestures. There might be the few who go feverish in their desire for warmth. For those characters – the open fireplace is looking like a very tantalizing place to sit in right now (Yes, sit in, not by). They might even feel compelled to pull a friend in with them. That can’t be good for anyone…

The effects will only subside if the condition of receiving ‘warmth’ is met. This can be in the literal sense (physical warmth and intimacy) or figurative (feelings of love, acceptance and happiness).

Bonfire

When night falls, the temperatures only drop further, which does no favours for the poor souls who had to give up their clothing. The locals want to welcome the new arrivals and give everyone an opportunity to unwind from a busy and chaotic day of being hunted by snow sculptures. That’s why they’ve set up a gathering in the middle of town square. Food and alcohol is being generously supplied by The Cask & Anvil, and marketplace vendors have set up pop up stands to try and cajole the new arrivals into purchasing some fancy new clothes or a pretty gemstone they claim will ward off danger (claims not verified).

At the center of it all is a large bonfire that’s warming up the square. Everyone is encouraged to warm themselves by it after a long day, eat, and make merry. In fact, there’s a certain sense of enchantment to the crackling fire that seems to draw even the shiest wallflower in, pushing them to sit with others and make conversation. As the night goes on, the newly arrived dreamers will find themselves settling easily into the warm and bustling mood, any stresses and anxieties melting away. With time, they’ll start to find themselves without a filter, more than happy to talk about themselves and the life they had led prior to coming to Visium. In fact, they will feel compelled to share a story from their past - one that might be joyous, comedic, thrilling, or tragic. Whatever sorts of feelings come attached to their story, it will be one of emotional significance.

In the back of their minds, they might get the sense someone else is listening.

OOC

Welcome to the [community profile] labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.

With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze. Please comment here to request an outcome for your character's labyrinth exploration and a moderator will get to you shortly. (The longest a character can stay in the Labyrinth is 3 days.)

You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.

potentiae: (110)

[personal profile] potentiae 2023-01-02 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Faeries...

[ She looks back down to the satchel she'd woken up with, withdrawing the parchment and reading it over. ]

That certainly would explain this mention of an agreement, which I have no memory of.

[ Entering unwittingly into a fae bargain is probably the most rookie mistake she could have made, on her first ever adventure. But maybe she can spin it off as some sort of rite of passage? That is, if she can find a way out of it. ]

Well... Maybe I ought to keep an eye on you, just in case.
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[personal profile] potentiae 2023-01-02 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Everyone seems to have one, though there are few different colors that I've seen.

[ Until she knows what they do, it will be hard to guess why one person would have a red one, and another would have a blue or gold one.

She looks around at the mess of books, thinking that this re-organization process would probably go a lot faster if there were more hands to do it. ]


Do you want help? I suppose I may as well help sort, if I'm going to be going through the piles anyway, looking for a book on potions.
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[personal profile] mechspeed 2023-01-02 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is extremely frustrating. Why's this got to be one of those animals that isn't super talkative? It's not easy putting up with things that don't talk when you're used to being one who can't.

Of course, he could now...

...........................

Nah, he tries to scoot the cat away with his foot instead.
]
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[personal profile] nagano 2023-01-02 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh? Is this a game, now? Without his empathy, Kaito really has no idea what this kid's brooding about. He's still in challenge mode, so when he feels the other try to scooch him away with his foot, he simply hops over the limb while maintaining eye contact.

Something of a smug expression (all >:3-like) spreads onto the feline's features, and he sasses accordingly. ]


Mrow.

[ There is no deeper meaning behind the noise. Unless Metal can translate Cat, in which case, it's: 'nice try, guy.' ]
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[personal profile] empression 2023-01-02 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I think... [ She peers at the pendant, then glances down at the two potions. Okay. Okay. ]

... We're going to have to try them. Or at the very least, since it was my suggestion, I'll try mine. There's no way to tell whether they're safe or not without risking it, in the end.

[ And she's not about to ask someone else to try it. ]
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[personal profile] potentiae 2023-01-02 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As the storyteller she had been listening to gets up to leave, Poppy marks the page in her book before closing it, thanking them as they get up to leave. She then immediately opens the book to re-read the notes she'd written, a faraway look in her eyes as she prepares to get lost in the story all over again. She almost doesn't notice a tall man coming to sit beside her. (Then again, almost everyone was tall compared to her, being that she is half halfling.) ]

"Dreamers?" Is that what we are?

[ She was vaguely aware that some people are under the impression they exist in some kind of shared dream state. Her working theory, however, is that they've all been plane shifted to a fey realm. ]

Honestly...? [ She looks down at her book and shrugs. ] It was less studying, and more just... Wanting to be able to come back to these tales of adventure again, later.
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[personal profile] potentiae 2023-01-02 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," Poppy smiles, "there are certainly spells that can be cast to cause one to float. One need not necessarily be fae, only magical."

That is, she feels, an important distinction to make.

"Gossiping is simple. You just talk about people behind their backs, and make snap judgements about them without first hearing the full context of the situation. It's a dreadful hobby, I would not recommend it."
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[personal profile] egosurfing 2023-01-02 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ohhhh no, I tried to help and now it feels like I'm made of ice!

( which is why she's perfectly content to make her way inside, visibly shivering all the same- but the air inside is warm and welcoming. it just- it isn't enough. the vibes were atrocious, and now she regrets everything.

especially since she was dressed for a nice, fashionable chilly autumn day, not... dead of winter in the middle of a fantasy world.

being cute is suffering, truly. )


I- hey, how did you pay for that...?
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[personal profile] luciing 2023-01-02 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His head tips forward in acknowledgment of her name, and the movement is slight, cordial, and causes not a strand of his dark hair to move. Whether or not she holds to his arm in the "correct" fashion, he gives no indication; but with this, he begins to lead.

...And even then, his answer comes delayed as if it has been some time since he's introduced himself-- or ever had a need to. ]


You may call me Somnus.

[ They pass beneath one of the arches of the garden, proceeding into the next section. Just like the last, this one appears to have a small path cutting through its yard, with each hedge lined with different, strange flowers. ] Know you the species of these florae?
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[personal profile] nagano 2023-01-02 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ +1 Brooding, +1 Stealth Smile, and +n inventory slots for snacks, where n is determined by how deep your Pockets of Holding are.

A similar smirk tugs at his own lips. It's also a little weird, but Kaito's not gonna complain if this impromptu party member is on his wavelength. As she nicks his coat back, he pumps a fist. Nice!

Ah, but not everyone's coming out of this transaction happy, huh? Gliding like a surging stream towards them, the furious angel recollects its limbs and screams bloody murder—only for a loud THUNK to cut it off abruptly and, well, rather violently.

The logging axe digs deep into its icy head, and it falls onto its back. Kaito winces—he'd been aiming for its sword arm, but, uh.

Oh, shit. It's reforming. They'd better make tracks. Kaito cups both hands around his mouth and yells. ]


Hold that axe for me, okay? Bye!

[ Before the infuriated angel can respond with another screech, he's dashing away, looping his arm through the blonde's so that they can both get the hell out of dodge.

After a few minutes of weaving through town, they finally come to a stop by the school. Kaito all but skids to a halt, breathing heavily but otherwise looking like he just stopped a pleasant, non-life-threatening run. ]


Whew... Real chilly reception for day one, huh? ...Assuming you're not a local. Hah.
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[personal profile] egosurfing 2023-01-02 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( ena glances up from her hot chocolate, eyes wide- like a startled cat, almost, before any puffing fades back to poise. )

No, I don't mind. Sorry. I was... thinking about stuff, I guess?
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bonfire

[personal profile] gautiheir 2023-01-02 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The tall redheaded knight sitting nearby might be one of the few people who looks completely dressed for the weather, so he just laughs and takes a sip of his drink before answering. ]

Doesn't seem to be for most people here, to be sure. My family's territory is farther north than any other lords in Fódlan, so this just looks like any other day, from where I'm sitting.
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[personal profile] gautiheir 2023-01-02 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, don't mind if I do, then!

[ Her new buddy is a tall redheaded knight who does, to his credit, look better prepared for the cold than a lot of this crowd. But there's really no such thing as too prepared for winter weather, in his experience. He seats himself next to her. ]

It's certainly been a day, hasn't it?
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[personal profile] unshakenconviction 2023-01-02 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One of those nearby people is a petite girl of probably fifteen or so, who has the storybook princess look down enough that one might almost think she belongs here - if she didn't look as confused as everyone else, of course. ]

How do you mean to test it, ser?

[ She's certainly not going to dispute the logic, but they do seem a bit...shy on resources here. ]
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[personal profile] unshakenconviction 2023-01-02 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Tired, and no closer to answers, from what I've gathered so far.

[ A small sigh. What she's gathered so far has been...not much. And yet there are so many of them, it seems like surely someone ought to have figured something out? ]
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[personal profile] unshakenconviction 2023-01-02 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She takes his hand, a bit hesitantly, and gets to her feet, brushing herself off. ]

Thank you, ser. [ She glances around at whoever else is in the area. ] We all seem to be in such a state, more or less...

[ Her gaze drops down to the front of her dress, and she plucks at the fabric once or twice, frowning. Shouldn't that be...messier, to put it delicately? ] Surely I must be dreaming. [ Or dead. She expected death to be a bit more straightforward, though? ]
onerous: (Is it you who's waiting there for me?)

Arrival

[personal profile] onerous 2023-01-02 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[For the first time in a long time, Yuri's head is quiet. It's disorienting, so for a long time she just kneels on the grass and stares around, bewildered by the...life, everywhere.

The voice makes her jerk and instinctively she pulls the satchel to her as if to protect it from being snatched, eyes wide.
]

Ah... [Smart, very smart. She swallows and looks down at the satchel, then back to him.] Sorry. I'm not sure, I just woke up here too.

[After a moment she pushes herself up to stand, frowning at the satchel again] This doesn't look anything like-- Where I came before.
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sylvain jose gautier | fire emblem warriors: three hopes

[personal profile] gautiheir 2023-01-02 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
(The icons say Three Houses canon point, but I'm rolling with Three Hopes...look, icons are a pain and I just can't with that new hairdo, y'all.)


i. arrival
[ The first thing Sylvain notices is some mundane, general worry of not being sure where he fell asleep or what that dream was or et cetera et cetera -

The second thing, however, is definitely that he's unarmed. ]


Oh. Oh, hell no.

[ He reaches to grasp at the ground around him, blinks a few times and takes a look around - and okay, the "where is this and what happened" part is starting to loom larger in his mind the longer he gives it, but facing the unknown would be far less worrisome if he were doing it with lance in hand.

(Also, imagining the look on his father's face if he somehow makes it home and has to admit that he just lost the Lance of Ruin.) ]




ii. bonfire
[ A day of weirdness and snow angel encounters later, and here we are. He's got a drink, he's got a comfortable seat, and he's...laughing off whoever just suggested he add one of his own stories to the conversation that's humming along. ]

All I've got is tales of embarrassment and near-fratricide. Let's not bring the mood down with that, eh?



iii. ???
[ Or hit me up and we'll figure something else out, I'm just cranking out whatever comes to mind before I run out the door to work. I'm easy. ]
onerous: (Within its time-worn cage)

Bonfire

[personal profile] onerous 2023-01-02 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She feels emotionally exhausted. This was all way more emotion than she normally has to deal with and, to be honest, she has no idea hat to do with the positive ones.

She's used to the cold of the mountain, but she's still wearing shorts and short sleeves, so she huddles close to the fire and remembers to breathe. Everything is strange, but when isn't her life? Thankfully, Yuri normal gloomy expression (some people have resting bitch face, and then there's Yuri with resting 'about to break down sobbing at any moment' face.)

The man's question startles her a bit from staring into the fire and contemplating her entire life, though the question is a bit baffling.
]

I... It's hard to choose. [She's done many things wrong, she feels, though most of it objectively wasn't on her. Still--] I...watched someone die. I wasn't able to save them. I wasn't strong enough to, at the time.
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[personal profile] greatairplane 2023-01-02 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's seen pictures of them before, but he couldn't name the breed. It wasn't a Chinese one and outside of some inspiration taken from a couple of larger wolf breeds and some creatures that did well in winter climates he'd mostly ignored European influences for his writing.]

I've seen images of them before, but I wouldn't be able to tell you what they are. I'm not a dog enthusiast. I think they're actually full grown. It's hard to tell sometimes, but their paws don't seem too big for their size and that's generally a good measure.
Edited 2023-01-02 18:25 (UTC)
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Chi, I love himb....

[personal profile] xploud 2023-01-02 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[If he were anyone different, Katsuki may have felt a little bad for raising his voice, but...he's no one else but himself. His volume is just permanently set to HIGH, sorry not sorry. But he is at least...being nice? In his own weird way, he's putting Basil's safety above his own, which is why the best thing that a noncombatant like him can do is just get away. It gives Katsuki the concentration he needs to think and focus solely on the fight, and not having to direct attacks away from a civilian, or shepherd the Angel to a more open space.

Now that there's no risk, he can fight properly.

...Right. Drawing this out's no good, the fucker can regenerate, and bulldozing onward like an idiot will only fucking kill him with his injuries being what they are. Katsuki's mind flashes back to Sato and Kirishima at their exams...their fight against Cementos. Those two failed utterly, and if they did things even a little bit differently, they would have passed their test easily. It's not about raw strength - without his quirk to make quirk work of this iced over shitpile, Katsuki has to be smart. Resourceful.

He leads the angel around, narrowly missing being cut into by that sword - fuck, his reaction time is getting worse - and hammers it with punches and kicks when and if there's an opening. Literal chip damage, because he's noticed the thing also slows when injured, to regenerate. What he needs is a Hail Mary to the face, blind it, and then make sure it can't move. Rope...rope--...a hose will do. Good this whoever this guy is is a gardener. Hell, if there's a shovel--]


Bingo. [It's small, but it's got a spade tip and is made of probably iron. It'll do.] Oi, oi, oi...not really fair you're the only one to get a weapon, haah? Could kick your ass without, but let's make this entertaining. We got an audience to please.
itstillhurt: Azula gives a smug, taunting look. (Smug)

[personal profile] itstillhurt 2023-01-02 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[It won't be a long wait, because it's apparently not a long conversation. To her credit, Azula manages to walk out of the tavern on her own two feet with her dignity intact, but apparently-]

I assure you, I will not lament the loss of this repulsive hovel.

[-she's not gonna be welcome back for a while. That's fine, she's never really been interested in drink in the first place, nor in socializing with strangers.

She waits until the door has been slammed behind her to make her way around the outside of the building and find the burglar. Outside, it quickly becomes obvious that the cold disagrees with her more than most- despite her attempts to suppress the reaction, she's clearly shivering slightly. Still, when she speaks, it's with the same sharp tone of quiet authority that she used in the tavern before.]


You're welcome.
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[personal profile] itstillhurt 2023-01-02 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, she's all-too-aware. It's the only reason she's not using a fire for warmth in this miserable hole of a place.]

What you're capable of on another world isn't really relevant here, now is it?