dysprosooc | TEST DRIVE ; no. 1

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TEST DRIVE ; no. 1

TEST DRIVE MEME

So first of all, welcome to Dyspros' very first test drive meme! We're happy that you're interested in the game, and we hope that you have some fun playing with the setting, regardless of whether you decide to join or not.

As a general reminder, we recommend that you look over the game information before jumping in. In addition, if you decide you're ready to join, you're welcome to put in a reserve, and applications will open on May 4th at 12:01 AM (EST). Finally, if you have any questions or concerns, please send us a message!

So now, without further ado, let's get to playing:

A ; NEW RECRUIT
Well then, welcome to the guild, Initiate! After some thought (or maybe the choice was obvious), you've finally settled on a guild, and you're ready to get started. You're welcome to check out your accommodations and see what kind of people you'll be living with for the foreseeable future. This is your home now, so hopefully you get alone with them. If not, then you can just spend all of your time sharpening your skills!

Whether you're just claiming your bed or you're jumping right into the thick of things to practice or sign up for a mission, a new recruit is unlikely to go unnoticed.
B ; MISSION TIME
It's your first mission, which is pretty exciting, right? You have all these pictures in your head of going off to fight a dragon, to come home with great riches and valor...

Too bad those missions are for the higher ups.

No, it's the middle of the night, and you're out guarding the small fields just outside of town from wild animals. Right now you're standing by the cucumbers, which are considered especially important to guard, for some reason. You have to fight off sleepiness somehow, so maybe an animal will come out for you to scare off, or maybe you'll just end up chatting with whoever is stuck doing this with you.

Or you know, if you're a dick, you'll steal the vegetables for yourself.
C ; STORM THE CASTLE
Okay, the missions for initiates are pretty lame, and you're ready for some real fighting. You can go alone, or you can go with some other people, but it's off to Castle Dyspros! You'll find a variety of creatures to fight, and the power of teamwork will help you make progress through the castle!

Or you'll die. There's that too. Good thing it's fairly inconsequential, if weird!

Either way, have fun fighting to your heart's content!
D ; PICK YOUR OWN
Just like it says, if none of the others appeal to you, feel free to make up your own prompt!

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A;
[really, it was obvious from the get-go that colress would be interested in the Academics guild out of all others. shooting magic from his fingertips seemed fun and all (raw power only contained by pokémon...!!), but if he heard right he'd be able to do those things at a later point in time. right now, what he needed was resources. what is the history of the land, what are the creatures like, what should he expect?

and what better place to find such information than in a scholar's library?

which is precisely why he's settled in a seemingly empty dorm, tucked away in a corner reading over the scrolls and texts with a delicate touch. set aside is also some electronic trinkets he had hidden in his coat pocket, none of them working.

maybe he's trying to figure out what the hell happened to them for them to stop working.]

B;
[was that a yawn?

that was a yawn. colress normally wasn't the one for hard labor, but missions meant money and rank ups (apparently), and he isn't exactly fond of sharing a room. so, sucking it up, he proceeds to take his first mission which is... not exactly as he assumed it'd be. people of his status are meant to stay up until the wee hours of the night, but that's usually to read books, not to guard a garden.

seriously, did he really give up precious sleep over looking over a few plants for payment?

he's tired, as is evident from the way he's leaning against the rotting wooden fence-- he wants sleep, he wants fresh linens to rest in. it's cold and dark and buggy and let's not mention how cranky he's feeling. to pass the time, he finally decides to turn to his partner, the other unfortunate soul who was stuck with him on this mission.]

A horrendously basic "first mission", wouldn't you agree?

[it is said with all the distaste he could muster.]

[ The Mage Guild's dungeon is the last place anyone wants to be, yet here you are. Whatever Ossidia wants you to do for a Rank 1 mission, it sure does seem important... and dangerous. That's the number one adjective that should first come to mind when dealing with the guildmaster Ossidia.

Unfortunately, you have no choice but to stay put in the arms of her two undead child servants. Try not to mind their rotting smell as she makes preparations. A sinister chuckle escapes her as she chucks the ingredients in and churns the bubbling mixture of organs and questionable liquids. Ossidia begins muttering, and the concoction starts to glow. ]

Dev ol ebymem, ot mih ngir. Benim rever, ofenim mi khema. Enim, enimof rever!

[ Poof! A mushroom cloud forms above the potion, now a bright shade of pink. Shortly after the liquid settles, Ossidia takes a ladle of it and pours it in a cup. ]

This better be worth the hours I spent castrating wild deer and gouging out the eyes of stray dogs—oh, Firuze de Roche! ♥ The things I do for you...

[ UH, YEAH, SHE'S SAYING THAT WHILE YOU'RE STILL HERE! Maybe you shouldn't have taken this mission after all... ]

[N, on the other hand, has indeed lost sleep over plants before because fuck you if you don't think all matters composed of cells aren't alive, there are studies to prove they are he will shove them down your throat if you so much as think plant-murder is acceptable, but digressions, digressions-- one would assume he would have a smashing time in a magical garden in a magical new world of magical going-ons, but being stuck with someone he only knew as the man responsible for enabling his father to catch, brainwash, and harm kyurem made him a little...tense.

tense enough to sigh through his nose and shoot a cold look at professor whiny mcwhinerson.]

No, because unlike you, I have respect for living things and consider it an honor to watch over such a magnificent garden.

[a little white lie, he's actually tired and bored and craving hummus and playing with the shy flowers lost its novelty awhile ago, but he figured that would be enough to shut the jerk up. stop talking to him you awful human being.]

Let's see...

[ It was a pretty rowdy night last night, so it looks like you got yourself in some trouble. But luckily, as an initiate, you managed to get bailed out of jail somehow. It's something of a perk for the Thieves' Guild to have rather...short jail sentences, but still, just serving the time meant that you weren't opposite of the guildmaster. He's flipping through some paperwork, probably about why you ended up in jail, and how much it cost to get you out.

He looks over it for a minute, but then laughs, shaking his head as it sets it on his desk, facing down. He looks up and half smirks, but shrugs as if this situation is helpless. ]

So what happened, Initiate? I've got the paper, but your side of the story is hopefully more colorful. We'll work out how you'll pay it back after.

[ THIS IS NOT A MISSION he didn't sign up for this!!!!!!!

Just the sound of her voice as she mixes that potion is enough to churn his stomach. She was truly a fearsome woman... No matter how many traps he set, how many bodyguards he hired, she was still always able to weasel her potions into his drinks somehow. Yeah, actually, his legs still felt like jelly from the one that she had used to drag him here, and who even knows what vile thing she's making now... ]

While I'm flattered that such a lovely woman would be willing to go through such pains for my—ergh—sake... This is a little much. [ As usual... ]

I mean, I'm hardly worth the trouble, really. Why don't you share your, uh, affection with someone else?

[The harsh demands of this brave new world are required to be met if one would wish to gain power. It should have been clear that acquisition of power requires different measures to be taken depending on your station in society. Far from the imperial throne, Maximilian finds himself consolidating strength from the bottom rung. He eyes the dubious brew and frowns, expressing distaste for the odor filling the room let alone Undead rot lingering in the air.]

Your considerable efforts put into creating that odious solution have little relevance to Us. We merely suggest that you do not further waste valuable time. Let this be done with quickly if you would be so kind, Guildmaster.

All a garden is in danger from are vermin: insects, rabbits, and the like. Indeed...

[Holding up a sword bought from town and looking at its tip, Maximilian frowns, bored out of his mind. His normally pristine white coat and pants are now covered with mud and dirt. Forget the pittance earned and ranks acquired. There is nothing here that could further the crown prince's acquisition of power in this place.]

What is needed is not a sword, but pesticide. Otherwise, this is a job for felines, not man. This is naught but work meant to keep idle hands busy, you understand.

Heed my words. Listen well.

[Standing at the front of the entrance after having traversed through the ornate doors, Maximilian stretches out an arm towards the monster and trap filled corridors. His eyes narrow.]

As of now, it is with absolute certainty that the end is beyond reach. What we yet lack is power to conquer this eldritch structure. However, even as we are less than a dozen strong, there are no monsters too insurmountable or spoils too unattainable.

Conquer. Raid. Pillage. That is why we are here. This is only our first step.

[Reaching for his side and drawing his blade, Maximilian begins his walk further into the castle's innards.]

Follow me and you will not fall.

Edited 2013-04-23 08:09 (UTC)

[ooc: warning for being a total annoying jerkoff.]

[ TOO BAD he's getting paid in kind

Before he punctuates that question properly, Ossidia places a finger on his lips—the same finger she used to pinch and throw in those dead rats and lizard tails. ]

Shh, don't speak, my love. The flames of my passion could not possibly this intense with anyone in the realm. [ An uncharacteristic giggle. ] Did you like that? I've been trying to omit words such as "death" and "corpse" in my poetry...

[ Without warning, Ossidia sits him down Mortem and Malady, now transformed into a chair of flesh and bone. Look, their skulls are on the end of the armrests! ]

Stay here. I have created the most wonderful drink for you.

[ Wonderful? How the potion bubbles even after she pours it into a cup says otherwise. ]

[ Ossidia's expression sours as she grabs her staff and points it at Maximilian. How dare he! ]

Are you saying that my love is insignificant? My feelings for Firuze are only great and true. Do you want me to prove it? Perhaps I should write it in your blood.

[ But corpses are useless when what she really needs is a messenger. She lowers her staff and scoops a portion of the potion into a glass vial. ]

Where the districts of Steelmount and Nickelhollow meet—the one closest to the city walls—pour this on a stray cat.

B.

[ if there is one thing hirato's never expected to be losing sleep over, it would have to be vegetables and grain and all those things grown in fields. even so, it's almost nostalgic enough to be endearing, this kind of simple grunt mission, though admittedly even the missions hirato had been given back home when he was just a young lad were more exciting than this. more meaningful, in a way. or two. either way, they'd certainly felt more meaningful back then, but maybe he'd just been blinded by a sense of duty.

oh, the boredom is so obvious on his face now. in fact, he can't say that he even cares enough to summon up one of his usual smiles, horrifically insincere as they tend to be. instead he leans back against a fence, sword clinking against it, and he tries to hold back a yawn that isn't the result of fatigue at all.

how very basic, this. though it takes all kinds, he supposes. there's no reason here for him to not take this at least semi-seriously, even if it feels ridiculous to be reduced to an initiate.

the reason he speaks up, that gently acknowledging glance he shoots his partner-- it's not so much for the sake of being friendly as it is for the sake of making time pass just a little faster. ]

And how are we faring over there?

A few rogue snails have tried to cross the perimeter.

[said in good humour, though. there's nothing interesting about this mission -- if it can even be called that -- and the night is young.]

Nothing a little pesticide can't handle.

If so, I assume they weren't armed to the teeth or trained to go for the eyes.

[ well, that's almost enough to make him break into something of a smile-- good humor is one of those things that never seem to fail to lighten up his spirits.

especially when there's nothing else interesting to focus on, but hirato would be lying if he were to claim that he isn't so used to keeping a watchful (albeit half-hearted) eye that even this mission can't make him stop doing it. ]

[ The sudden conversation starter makes Kougyoku jolt up, who hasn't gotten the time to relax since they started duty. She can't fall asleep! The man with her sounds like Sinbad!

She stands straight with her sword at the ready. ]

Yes? Yes! I'm okay! I'm wide awake...

[ Well, at least she knows how to hold a sword right. She's more nervous around people than facing monsters, which could be a good thing in certain situations! Just not this one. ]

Trained to go a couple of inches in an hour, maybe. I'd be a little more alarmed [and interested] if we were dealing with snails of mass destruction.

[ilia's all smiles from her end here. if it's gonna be a long night-- well, all the better to find some way to amuse herself.]

Wonder what kind of pest ye olde farmer had to deal with if he needs a couple of guards for a cucumber patch.

[ too long, didn't listen -- in the middle of the boring speech, Sion's already sneaked past the chatty guy and wandered further inside.

she's taking out a bird-like monster just as Maximilian and whoever is with him comes into view. smiling very cheerfully as she sheaths her blades, Sion turns to wave. ]

Ah, you've caught up! [ the word 'slowpoke' probably went unsaid. ]

Rest assured that I would be quick in fetching some salt if snails of mass destruction were to make their move. [ hmm. snails of mass destruction, is it? to her that must be an impossible concept, but in his case... well, it's not an entirely impossible thing, now that he gives it some thought.

regardless-- ] Perhaps he simply happens to be very passionate about his cucumbers?

[Maximilian stares down the (well, I'm assuming based on general staff aesthetics) knobby tip of Ossidia's staff. His eyes narrow further at the woman and the inexplicable threat. A click of his tongue would suffice, but well, best not to push it, eh?]

"Love". Does it mean the same thing here in this world? It is always such a curious word.

[Well, fine, let's push it a little further.]

Are We to believe what is good for a cat is good for your... hm. Beau?

[That is, providing that the true purpose of the brew is to give to darling Firuze.]

Edited 2013-04-23 16:33 (UTC)

[ she's nervous, but that's nothing he hasn't seen before. idly, almost, he wonders if this is the result of her being tired and if there's any point in helping her stay awake. hmm. odds are it would get her in trouble if he were to let her sleep, and hirato's willingness to coddle only extends so far.

though he's not giving much indication of it outwardly, he's staying alert just in case. old habits die hard, yes? ]

So it seems. [ a chuckle-- he has a bad habit of finding other people's reactions funny!! ] You seem about as ready as can be.

Hmph.

[Oh, how he longs for the days he could give speeches and everybody listens. Never let it be said that the crown prince didn't feel a deep level of irritability at the girl's demeanor. Maximilian followed the girl and oh, how he hated following.]

For Us to catch up means that you were to wander off on your own. As if that couldn't have gotten you killed.

["Over there" would be some few yards away, where Dio is amusing himself trying to catch the occasional firefly. The mission is boring, but at least they don't have to do anything as long as they stay there -- he'd rather hop around in the dark than do some tedious work, in the end.

His partner seems like a variant on 'aloof and superior' that he's somewhat accustomed to, so he has actual negative seconds of hesitation before he hurries back to him with loosely clasped hands. He got one!!]

Look! [He presents his prize proudly, through his fingers. Check out this bug.]

It's pretty, isn't it?

[ unfortunately, this is not the party he is looking for; one of Sion's life goals is probably 'annoy every crown prince within reach'.

she manages a Thoughtful look at his words and then gestures with one open arm down the corridor. ]

Well, if you insist! You can go first.

Roger that!

[--comes Dio's reply, from somewhere off to the left. Where he's been is a decidedly good question, but he's going to call it reconnaissance and that's the end of that. In his defense, he arrived in time for the tail end of that speech, so he's kinda-sorta on the right page.

He quickens his pace and falls into step just behind Maximilian, so as not to disturb his, ah, elegant leader image. Dio counts to five, then taps him on the shoulder.]

Two of those birds just ahead- [beat] sir. Let's have some fun with it!

A. Academics Guild

[Her room is small and lacking much decoration, but she doesn't really have much of a choice if she doesn't want to be in battle. Being a merchant, selling and buying and all the like, seems more like her thing than going off to fight monsters. Honestly she's not sure what it really entails, being a mage or a fighter.

Better to be safe than hold people back out in missions. For now, she leaves her purse on her bed and still clothed in the uniform from home, she steps out of her room--and bumps right into someone around the next turn.]

I'm sorry! [Taking in the other person, she hopefully asks] Are you new as well?

D. Ironwall District

[Next step is exploring the district of course. Busy and full of life, Koharu certainly stands out amongst all the locals, but the chattering and shops makes it feel more like home. Slipping through the crowds, she looks into shops, seeing what this world sells.

She pauses at each of the other guilds, wondering for a little what each is like inside before. The Steelarm is oddly reminiscent of home in atmosphere and buildings alike, and she inches closer to peek into the halls. The Seven Titans--that's the fighters guild, she remembers and she gives it a bit of a wide berth as she looks it over. Surely it's not as if the members of the guild are at all violent by nature and anyone can see she's not the type for the guild--and already in a guild on her own. It's just hard to imagine anyone living in there but rough fighters with whom she'd have nothing in common.

Maybe she's been standing there a little too long, looking at the other strange guilds, because she's starting to attract attention. And now it occurs to her that she didn't keep track of the way she came here. She taps the nearest person on the shoulder]

Pardon, do you know the way back to the Salamander and Gold?

Edited 2013-04-23 17:42 (UTC)

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TEST DRIVE ; no. 1

Colress | Pokémon BW2

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Firuze de Roche - Dyspros NPC (Thieves Guild Guildmaster)

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Prince Maximilian | Valkyria Chronicles

nathan young | misfits

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hirato ★ karneval

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Koharu Izaki | Shitsurakuen