MARCH 2015

[thecanopycrew]

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 very first Home Tree Test Drive! directions ❀ Don't forget to read the Introduction , our Rules and the F.A.Q ❀ Post with your character with their name and canon in the subject line. ❀ Use the prompt(s) given here or make up your own! ❀ Both prose and comment spam format are welcome. ❀ Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to discuss OOCly while tagging. ❀ The Test Drive Meme can be used for your application's first person sample. ❀ This meme is is considered as OOC and not part of the game's canon. prompt Welcome to the Faerie Feast! After your have gained your wings, you are met by a feast on the second floor with all that the forest can offer you. Tables and chairs are set up everywhere along the walkway between the houses, allowing the new visitors to meet and greet - or try to hide in the corners and eat berries all by themselves. Try your new wings to be the first to grab those delicious crumbs of walnut bread? Or say hi to your party lights, courtesy of some excited glow worms and flies that just want to be your best friends. Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes or decide to head further into the tree, seeing just what kind of place your have stumbled into. Maybe you will even get a glimpse of those hairy legs on the fourth floor?

Night Gem Wing Inspiration ❀ Day Gem Wing Inspiration

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[millionyearsentence]

[ To call Ramiel a guard would not be inaccurate. The exception would be that he is technically guarding others from Wyrden herself, as opposed to the contrary.

The young woman nods, though her visage returns somewhat to its neutral state. She knows what Merri is talking about - doing things with love made them better - but it's a saying that doesn't really apply to her Panopticon anymore. Everyone did things in order to survive. Most did not have time to spare for anything more than that. ]

We don't have to pay or anything? Are you sure?

[ For once, Ramiel's gaze diverts from her, and he moves to inspect the bread. His voice is smooth, but evidently synthetic. ]

Total nutrient composition: 71 percent carbohydrates, 17 percent fats, 12 percent protein. Trace minerals detected, significant amounts of sodium and potassium. Advise concurrent water intake.

[ Wyrden nods, looking slightly more relaxed now. ] Thanks, Ramiel. It's safe.

i'm so glad you think so i worry about her a lot tbh

[ungirlish]

[SO HE IS A GOSHDARN ROBOT. That's enough reason for her to tense up a little, eyes narrowing and smile becoming sharp.]

Robot...Magitek, then. That looks realistic. Talks, has skin and hair. [Yeah, revealing the true nature of an Accessory probably wouldn't matter much; when you're a Final Fantasy character, everything is bad and wrong and evil when it's not magic.

Honestly? If it hadn't been for the past day or so wherein everything has been weird and obviously otherworldly? She'd probably be attempting to rip Ramiel's head clean off. She's fought vanguards before, what's one little man-shaped robot gonna do? That's enough inner monologue, though; she's going to stay blandly normal until given reason to act otherwise.] Ah, tired...Yes, a little. Not enough for sleep, yet; was scouting out places for tonight or later, when climbing gets too much.

Only if was comfortable sleeping for you. Depends on your evaluation on floor's comfort, I suppose.

Re: Alundra -- Alundra

[divine_beast]

...!

When Alundra bumped into Link, he wobbled a little on his new wings; he let out a brief cry of surprise as he collided in turn into a plant that had sprouted out from the surface of the tree. Once he'd recovered himself, he stood and rubbed at his side, unhurt but a little disoriented.

[ungirlish]

[Seeing a very obviously gorgeous Hyuran woman wearing the tunic with ease only makes Chora grumpier. Sad, because if she weren't sour she'd probably very much appreciate the sight. Alas, it's to be a lost opportunity. She purses her lips and drops the mess of shiny green on the floor, trying to ignore the fact that, if nothing else, she's currently faced with the fact that the stupid thing looks very cute when actually on.]

Do not doubt comfort, but...Need function as well. Every place has things needs killing, right? Will get money for it, as I did back home. Cannot fight things in...In...In leaf outfit! Is not protection from claws or weapons! [And, just like that, she's going to flop back on the floor and groan.

She might just be having a tantrum. Sorry Natasha.] Cannot afford to miss allowance!

[dissemblance]

[This? Not a tantrum. Loki levelling half of New York, now that was a tantrum. Natasha just stoops and picks up the discarded garment, shakes it out and gives the other woman a smile. Always good to know what someone's capable of, and here she is giving Natasha all the information she needs to make a threat assessment.]

I haven't seen anything around here with claws or weapons.

[And she's a lying liar that lies, because she has myriad accoutrements that fit those specifications tucked away in her knapsack, oop.]

Come on, I'll help you. Then we can look for something a little sturdier, all right?

1/2

[swanning]

[ Merri jumps, eyes wide at the strange voice. Just what...?? What was that voice, what were those words? Coming from a world without robots or machines, the word synthetic means nothing to her.

...She's definitely dropping this Ramiel from her list of suitable boyfriends list though. ]

I don't see a shopkeeper around to pay to... It should be alright.

[ AND IF THERE'S ONE... well, she can part with a bangle. And right, names, in the middle of doubletaking at everything this girl and her guard's saying, she's forgotten. ]

[swanning]

My name's Merri! May I ask your names?

[ungirlish]

[That is a very valid point. Loki should meet Bahamut one time, see who can level a country first. ...Or maybe not.
Still, how very sneaky; Chora's never had to consider someone reading her moves (mainly because she doesn't have to worry about the attention being on her half the time), and the idea of trying to act the least bit like she's not an open book doesn't once occur to her.

Especially not considering there are bigger fish to fry, like the clothing conundrum.]

Rubbish. Because you do not see it, does not mean is not there; is always threat to things, even in tiny place like this. ...And I-- Am not child! [Because she's done such a great job of proving that so far, hasn't she? Still, at least it's enough to light a fire under her and get her back onto her feet, all...All four inches of her standing tall and trying to look cool.

Which is hard when she's still in her underwear. And pouting somewhat.] Appreciate offer of help, however, but am doing this not as your charge. Deal?

[handtowels]

[It all sounds like a nightmare to deal with -- tyrannical rule, forced labour, permanent spies shadowing you, death being made light of.]

You don't have to return there.

[With his questions exhausted, Takatora goes and stands before Ramiel, then simply scoops him up.]

All right. Let's get this done.

[handtowels]

[Okay, that feather ruffling is almost cute.

At her outburst, Takatora rolls his eyes, very nearly smirking -- but he does turn away, leaving her to it.]

[fowlmiliar]

[She sticks her tongue out even longer in response. This is what she thinks about you, Takatora. Bleeeh.

...Eventually, she's going to be kicking a dead ant across the floor. What the fuck, that's gross?!]

I can't just eat an ant like this! [IT'S TOO SQUISHY AND GROSS glow worms are so much more bite-size.] Hey, does anyone know if there's any rocks here? I'm gonna start a fire.

[A FIRE

IN THE TREE]

a

[fowlmiliar]

[Memoca sees Chora run. She does not move to stop her.]

Lean down a bit before you jump! Make sure to open up your wings and glide before you start beating them!

[At least she's giving okay advice? Even though she hasn't flown in none-seagull form for ages herself, and fairy wings, moth or pixie, are completely different...]

[millionyearsentence]

[ For her, it isn't a nightmare. It's a simple fact of life. If they all did not work their very hardest, everyone would starve - or worse, be crushed under the heels of enemy Abductors.

And she still needs to go home. Simeon needs her - to find a way to re-unite the fragmented nations and make things better for everyone.

But she knows better than to argue, so she quickly moves to take Ramiel's hand. It helps that the Accessory has become more docile than usual - back home, Takatora would have been attacked quite badly. ]

Right. Shall we? On a count of three?

[ She flings the Thorn out, anchoring its end onto the floor of the second storey. ]

One, two, three!

[ The Thorn begins to retract, giving them more speed as they start flying upwards. ]

i like people with alt perspectives including her

[millionyearsentence]

He looks just like a human. [ Except tinier. For some reason. Usually he'd be taller than her. It's a bit strange that he can't look her directly at eye level anymore. ] He's quiet, though. Not a problem.

[ Probably. She can notice Chora's tension, but again doesn't comment on it. ]

Eh, I crash anywhere suitable. Can't be picky. [ Especially since her usual bed was literally a slab of steel. ]

[millionyearsentence]

[ It's evident that Merri hasn't seen robots before - but then again, quite a few people here haven't. It must be rare.

Nice to see that the food here isn't charged, though it comes as a bit alien to her. Even if it was, she could work it off - just like how she always did. ]

That's good, then. I'll take one. [ Just one, for now. If it wasn't nutritionally sufficient, she could come back for more once other people took their share. ]

Nice to meet you, Merri. [ She nods respectfully, noting the lack of a surname or a callsign. ] I'm Wryden, and this is Ramiel. He's my android partner, so he doesn't talk much.

[ No use giving her call-sign in an area without signal. And she's also learned the value of not telling strangers the true nature of Accessories - best to just keep it vague to avoid questions. ]

[handtowels]

[It seems that fate wants Takatora to intervene with her questionable life choices, as he just so happens to be passing by when she speaks out. Alarm immediately strikes him, and he stops in place and turns to face her.]

Are you trying to kill us all, little idiot? No fires!

[She's unbelievable. Leaving her to her own devices seems to be inviting trouble.]

Arno Victor Dorian - Assassin's Creed

[sirpisspot]

A:

[Surely, there was something in the wine he drank last night. Arno wasn't sure he knew what he was doing or getting into when he found himself here and grabbed a hold of a dark looking gemstone and sprouted weird wings.

Trying to think of it as still merely a dream, he managed to find his way to the party, and all of the colorful food sprawled on the leafy table. Everything here was far too..."natural". That and he now realized he was here too long to really think this was a dream anymore.

There were other odd types here with wings and Arno didn't know how to make himself present here quite yet, so he did some private investigating instead. He walked on over to the table, feeling mighty suspicious.

If this was a dream, then perhaps then this walnut bread would taste-]

...Merde!

[After cursing, he spat out the bread. It tasted good, but it shouldn't have tasted like anything if this were to actually make sense. Well, that made things difficult now, didn't it?]

B:

[Well, at least he was trying. Arno tried to get used to these wings by flying from branch to branch. Probably, you could catch him overhead. He'd been at this for hours.]

A

[sirpisspot]

[Arno wasn't having fun, and it was hard to tell if this was an act of kindness or something else. He obviously didn't ask to be here, and he was sure plenty of others felt the same. Peach having sat next to him could mean one of three things.

1. She pitied him and saw that he hadn't really went out to too many people at this party.

2. She was actually evil and was overlooking her prisoners (not something completely impossible, since he had known people who hid under a different face).

3. She was actually a nice person.

So he decided to respond rather neutrally, and see where that got him.]

As much as fun as you could have, seeing as we've been abducted and all.

Somewhat wishing there was some wine given to us by our dear friends here.

maedhros | tolkien legendarium

[ex_discrowns53]

A

[ He sits on a branch; translucent wings fluttering behind him from beneath a long mane of red hair, Valinorean-wrought blade at his hip. Even seated, he's tall, assured of towering over most of the other new residents when upright, and if the elegantly pointed ears don't give it away, he's an elf. A very grumpy elf, who has no idea how he got from a war camp to this tree.

Eventually he does get to his feet, movements almost too graceful for his height, and helps himself to some bread and berries. No sense starving himself to make a point. And, hey, if any of the food's poisoned, he'll just wake up in the Halls. Of course, the disorientation hasn't quite worn off yet, so the redhead is having a little trouble balancing a small plate against his chest.

Probably a side effect of only having a stump where a right hand should be. ]


B

[ What's the use of having wings if you can't use them?

Maedhros is practicing with his, gradually working up from small jaunts between lower branches to larger ones further up the tree. He's shying away from the fourth floor of the tree house though. Spiders make him nervous and the elf isn't sure he won't instinctively try to slay one. ]

Professor Charles Xavier | XMFC/DoFP (Post-DoFP)

[guidesandleads]

[Wings.

He could handle the shrinking, he supposes, assume it's just some experiment of Hank's gone wrong or something. But wings. His legs are still useless but by God he can fly.

What the hell.

They seem to be compensating for his inability to use his legs, too, being a bit larger than most of the other butterfly-style wings and therefore being able to carry more dead weight. His chair will need to be modified, if these wings are a permanent fixture.

Wings.

It's hard to resist the urge to fly around, but he's starving and that food looks amazing.]

B

[shortesthighking]

[...This clearly isn't the Halls, if Maedhros is here.

Well. That's a relief. It doesn't explain where this is, exactly, but it does mean he can zoom past his cousin in a shower of lavender-and-gold glitter before stopping just out of reach, hovering.]

[ex_discrowns53]

[ Show off.

It's not the glitter that attracts his attention. Well, it is, but not the kind trailing from Finno's wings.

Rather, the distinct styling of his braids are what clues the eldest Feanorian in. ]

You are a sight for sore eyes.

[ No, he is not smirking. At all. ]

[shortesthighking]

[Finno laughs, unable to resist doing a flip in the air. It hadn't taken him long to adjust to his wings. He was already pretty showy, after all.]

And you a sight for sorer. It's been far too long since I last saw you, cousin. You were much taller, then.

[ex_discrowns53]

[ Here, Charles. Have a plate of food set down in your lap, courtesy of another new resident. He's very tall and very grumpy, but he's also very perceptive, and can occasionally tell when someone might need a helping hand.

It probably comes from being the eldest of seven.

Maedhros settles down nearby, a plate braced against his chest. ]

Let me know if you'd like a second round.

[ex_discrowns53]

Sorer comes with the territory.

[ Which territory, now that's the question. ]

So were you, cousin. And I'm still taller than you.