dysprosooc | 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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[ He almost doesn't pay attention to the swatch of white hair he sees out of the corner of his eye as Dio approaches - it is commonplace in his mind and the image doesn't click in his head. Every day of his short, young life he'd seen that hair passing him by. He breathes, mouth parting to respond, but then he stops.

Things piece together in a heartbeat and his pale blue eyes widen. His knees feel weak and he grips his lance with both fists to keep himself upright. It's all he can do against the unexpected weight launched against him. He swallows, fingers quivering as they clutched the handle of the lance for stability. His mouth is dry and his tone barely above a whisper when he speaks. ]

My lord...?

[There are logics and impossibilities here that, reasonably, he should think about. But first he'd have to care about anything, anything at all, besides squeezing hard and saying Lucciola!! a few more times. It's too much and not enough and he feels like his heart is about to burst, and that is what gets him to finally take a step back.

He slaps both of his palms to his cheeks very suddenly, and then flinches--alright, he's awake. If Lucciola didn't have a lance to hold Dio would grab him by the hands and twirl them around, but as it stands he bounces there on the balls of his feet, instead.]

Lucciola. [His throat burns. Don't cry don't cry-] What am I supposed to say when I'm late?

[ He doesn't mind the ache in his shoulders or his back. He doesn't mind that he has to hold his breath, right now, to keep from cracking his back from the tightness of Dio's embrace. The pain feels good. It's a shock to his system that tells him that, for this brief moment, they are one again. He has his other, greater half is here again. He feels fulfilled as a shadow.

He watches him, then, as he slaps his face and bounces on his feet, suddenly full of energy.

Ah... that kind of question again. He smiles, ever so slightly, holding something back in his throat. It has been years since he felt the choke of tears stinging the inside of his nose like this. ]

I believe... I believe it is apt to apologize to your superior.

[Superiors he doesn't know who don't let him do whatever he wants: still a new concept. But he's already forgotten he even asked the question when he sees that small smile, and throws his arms around Lucciola again. Mercifully not as crushing, this time - all he wants to do is keep Lucciola close to him. It's quite nice to not need an excuse.

Somewhere in the vicinity of Lucciola's shoulder he mumbles something that might be an apology for an infinite amount of things, with an ache in his chest reminding him to not take things for granted. Maybe he's just very upset about being late to Cucumberfest. It's a mystery.

When he feels like he can breathe without collapsing, he turns his head to frown at that lance. It's no pretty Guild weapon.]

What's this? [He reaches out and flicks it.] It's unwieldy.

[ This time, he's ready. Lucciola braces on his heels and lets the other Guilder hug him. He keeps his own hands to himself. He's never been one to return hugs, for a variety of reasons (most of them tying back to Delphine), but he never fights them. There's such a deep comfort that comes along with his friend's affections.

Lucciola just gives him a small nod, not quite catching Dio's words, but accepting them unquestioningly. He is merely thankful that Dio is Dio again. He can ask about how and where he's been and what has happened later. Right now, he will not step beyond his bounds. He'll simply indulge his master. ]

I suppose it is a type of lance. It is not as lightweight or adaptable as the weapons issued in the Guild.

[The moment passes, and Dio feels... better, somewhat. Discussing more serious matters can wait, but right now, while they're here - Lucciola has an awkward-looking lance. Everything in this place is kind of clunky and awkward, but then, most thinks compared to the Guild are clunky and awkward. Dio finds them charming.

He lets go of Lucciola and takes a step back.]

I hope it's decent. [Briefly, he considers asking if they should have a friendly little spar to find out! but - not now, not yet. Instead he looks around before doing the most logical thing possible, which happens to be stooping down to stick his hand through a gap in the vegetable patch's fence (someone should fix that) and plucking a cucumber out. They won't miss one, certainly.

He holds it up. Who's ready for the most dignified exercise of new equipment.] How well does it deal with moving targets?

[And then he tosses it up in the air. This is definitely the best reunion anyone could have asked for, courtesy of Dio.]

TEST DRIVE ; no. 1

i was sent on a mission from god to join here also roxy's player

welcomes you into my waiting arms

gladly accepts

wonderful

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