Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it?
Testing the waters?
Then take them on this Home Tree Test Drive!
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Night of the Fireflies!
It is late at night after you have gained your wings, and the tree is surprisingly dark. All the fireflies have gathered outside, flying around the tree in a display of glittering stars. It is almost as if they little critters are dancing with joy to see the new friends joining the Tree.
On the first floor's branch, the glow worms have settled, illuminating the whole bark like a shining band of Christmas lights - and they, too, are reveling in the joy of new adventurers.
Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes and join the critters in their dance - or simply watch them imitate the starts in the sky. It's a nice night to meet new friends. Just bring a squirrel fur or two, it's still cold outside.
[he's got no clue what they're capable of. but at least she knew about Servants or something like them in her world. the differences just kept getting stronger]
Really? That's how they work? And you know how to use them? [he sounds really amazed, though if his could maintain a Servant like Berserker, he shouldn't have been surprised]
Right. [nods. he feels better already, though the weight of the situation will hit him harder eventually] How are you adjusting to flying, Illya? [magical girl, Shirou]
Huh? [Illya manages to show him rather easily, revealing her own light pink, translucent fairy wings and starts to fly in several directions with no problems.] It's actually pretty easy... Though, that's kind of because, I knew how to fly before I came here... eheh.
[Shirou's not annoyed by this fact. even if he's kind of an amateur and still getting used to it. if anything, he's not surprised by this revelation]
I should have expected as much from you. [his sunset-tinged dragonfly wings come forth as he grabs his gem in his hand. he'll try this one again, slowly hovering off the ground and taking it easy this time]
Really? [She kind of feels disappointed that he isn't surprised at all; what in the world did this Shirou see in her...] Um, if you need help though, onii-chan, I can try helping!
[Though it's probably not going to end well because Illya is a horrible teacher]
[it was more of what he saw in 'his' Illya, for as little as he knew about her, that he couldn't help but be surprised by her too. he could have been making assumptions right now, but Shirou was still impressed, even if he wasn't so surprised] I think I can get the hang of it pretty quick-- [what was that, Shirou? as you start flying forwards because you bent over too quick?]
Woah..! [he catches himself as he leans back, fluttering there over the ground in front of Illya. okay, maybe he's still getting used to it]
[Why did she see this coming? She can't help but look somewhat deadpan for a moment before her expression flickers to something akin to surprise and worry.]
I-I'm okay, Illya. I didn't fall over this time at least. [...aw dang it. he'll get help. Shirou's typically stubborn. but this isn't like trying to best the high jump or something]
Every time I lean forward I feel like I'm gonna fall face first.
Focusing on my wings... [so fly harder to keep his balance? he closes his eyes this time, and doesn't imagine where he is and only on rolling forward without pushing forward just yet. it's a little hard, but he can feel his body shifting so that he was floating in the air whilst leaning forward. his wings moved quicker in the process, keeping him balanced as if to hold his shift in weight]
... [he opens his eyes and realizes that he's floating a little bit above Illya now, but he doesn't freak out thinking he'll fall on her. he concentrates on this position as he realized that he'd subconciously started moving forward when he closed his eyes] I think I'm getting it.
[Illya's mouth forms a small, surprised circle as she watches him concentrate; it's pretty surprising how he's doing pretty well for his first time, especially now that he's above her.]
That's good, onii-chan! [She beams, clasping her hands together with a huge smile on her lips.]
[when she smiled up at him the way she did, Shirou seemed lost in thought for a moment or so, his feelings trapped in time as every beat in his heart and mind conjured up another memory. she wasn't the same, and yet she was. she knew him, and yet she didn't know him. to her, he was her brother. to Emiya Shirou, she was a girl he never got the chance to understand before he couldn't save her. he wasn't certain how long this would last, and frankly, if he would ever see her again in his own lifetime.
it wasn't fair. if this was what Illya would have been like if it wasn't for that damn war he'd vowed to put an end to, she didn't deserve the fate she had in his world. she deserved to be happy, to have a family, to have friends, to-]
Thank you, Illya.
[it was too late. a superhero needed to be able to save everyone in the end, and any failures he would shoulder and use to reinforce his resolve and make him stronger. Illya was no different. if she needed him, if she needed her brother, he felt a strong compulsion to protect her. he would save her as many times as she needed so that she could continue to be happy. but why was it so sad at the same time? reality seperated the two, but fantasy drew them here. what an odd turn of events. but...]
I'm glad I got to meet you. [he said it with a gentle smile, a smile that he knew that she deserved, no matter where she came from]
[There was a strange look on Illya's face, her bright red eyes widening in sheer surprise. Why was he thanking her? She hadn't done anything worthy of such thanks, and she could feel her heart pounding loudly in her chest as her cheeks flared up.
With a shake of her head, she manages to speak up, her voice low and slightly nervous at first]
No, you don't need to thank me, onii-chan! I... [The words were caught in her throat. He was different after all, so she couldn't say them. She feels like she's about to cry-- his words seemed to hurt her, somehow. Was it because he said it in the past tense? Because she was dead in his world? Even so, she just smiles in return; it's a soft, innocent, childlike smile that's almost infectious.] I didn't really do anything, really.
[he calmly shook his head, that soft smile that he likely wouldn't see again in his own world being committed to his memory. he would press onwards with no regrets. it was sad, but he would take this sadness with him. he wouldn't regret it, but he had to learn from it. if he doubted himself, he didn't have what it took to make things right in the future.
this path wasn't wrong- it never would be wrong. even if it was impossible, it was smiles like hers and the end that were so beautiful that he couldn't help but ask himself, "why should I stop?" borrowed or not, it was his means in life, through others he would owe it to himself in the end. moving back until he was in front of her again, he dropped to the ground with a satisfied sigh, ready to move on]
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Saber was my Servant during the war.
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[he's got no clue what they're capable of. but at least she knew about Servants or something like them in her world. the differences just kept getting stronger]
What does that do?
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[WELL. . . that's the short version. There's no point in her explaining the long version because Illya doesn't understand it.]
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Well, hopefully we won't have to worry about fighting here until we can figure out how to get back home.
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[SHE'S SORRY THAT SHE'S GOOD AT THIS]
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I should have expected as much from you. [his sunset-tinged dragonfly wings come forth as he grabs his gem in his hand. he'll try this one again, slowly hovering off the ground and taking it easy this time]
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[Though it's probably not going to end well because Illya is a horrible teacher]
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Woah..! [he catches himself as he leans back, fluttering there over the ground in front of Illya. okay, maybe he's still getting used to it]
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[Why did she see this coming? She can't help but look somewhat deadpan for a moment before her expression flickers to something akin to surprise and worry.]
Onii-chan, are you okay?
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Every time I lean forward I feel like I'm gonna fall face first.
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Try not to lean too much forward though, onii-chan. That's how you end up falling.
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[at least he was admitting to it]
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... [he opens his eyes and realizes that he's floating a little bit above Illya now, but he doesn't freak out thinking he'll fall on her. he concentrates on this position as he realized that he'd subconciously started moving forward when he closed his eyes] I think I'm getting it.
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That's good, onii-chan! [She beams, clasping her hands together with a huge smile on her lips.]
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it wasn't fair. if this was what Illya would have been like if it wasn't for that damn war he'd vowed to put an end to, she didn't deserve the fate she had in his world. she deserved to be happy, to have a family, to have friends, to-]
Thank you, Illya.
[it was too late. a superhero needed to be able to save everyone in the end, and any failures he would shoulder and use to reinforce his resolve and make him stronger. Illya was no different. if she needed him, if she needed her brother, he felt a strong compulsion to protect her. he would save her as many times as she needed so that she could continue to be happy. but why was it so sad at the same time? reality seperated the two, but fantasy drew them here. what an odd turn of events. but...]
I'm glad I got to meet you. [he said it with a gentle smile, a smile that he knew that she deserved, no matter where she came from]
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[There was a strange look on Illya's face, her bright red eyes widening in sheer surprise. Why was he thanking her? She hadn't done anything worthy of such thanks, and she could feel her heart pounding loudly in her chest as her cheeks flared up.
With a shake of her head, she manages to speak up, her voice low and slightly nervous at first]
No, you don't need to thank me, onii-chan! I... [The words were caught in her throat. He was different after all, so she couldn't say them. She feels like she's about to cry-- his words seemed to hurt her, somehow. Was it because he said it in the past tense? Because she was dead in his world? Even so, she just smiles in return; it's a soft, innocent, childlike smile that's almost infectious.] I didn't really do anything, really.
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this path wasn't wrong- it never would be wrong. even if it was impossible, it was smiles like hers and the end that were so beautiful that he couldn't help but ask himself, "why should I stop?" borrowed or not, it was his means in life, through others he would owe it to himself in the end. moving back until he was in front of her again, he dropped to the ground with a satisfied sigh, ready to move on]
Is there anyone else that you know here, Illya?
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Everyone's from a different world. What about you, onii-chan?
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[was there another version of him out there? hey-!]
Maybe your Shirou is here somewhere!
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i swore i tagged this and then found out i didn't