test drive meme 1.

[ravnicamods]

TEST DRIVE MEME 001

ARRIVAL.

It is all quiet when eyes open, a high ceiling above the newcomers only thing they can see. After a moment to adjust, to let the bright white come out of their eyes and fade into the background of memory, it all comes together: a flash, a tug, a room. Nothing normal, nothing usual, and nothing that can be explained either.

When they sit up they can see an open chamber with marble pillars, the sunlight streaming down from a hole in the sky. People wander around here and there – but not just people, other kinds of creatures too. Goblins, Vedalken, centaur, loxodon, elf, giant, goblin, humans – some are familiar, some are not, new humanoid shapes moving to and fro in their home. None of them seem to pay any attention to the newcomers, entering and leaving as their business is done.

Eventually a small, wrinkled figure with a board and a long, arcing quill comes and asks a series of questions, quick, sharp and making notes after each one. He nods when people speak, scolds when questions are not answered properly and ignores any protest to his demands for answers. Eventually, he offers each newcomer a choice; a guild or to be guildless. He doesn’t explain what the difference is.

When done, he leaves for the next person, leaving each of his new guests to find out their next steps alone – and he seems most unwilling to answer any more questions, tsking and tutting if interrupted for even a moment.

It seems it’s up to them to make their own footing.

TRANSGUILD PROMENADE.

The grand, golden arches of the Transguild Promenade stand welcoming to any and all - new and ancient. The many figures that cross from guild territory into the neutral ground of the promenade are of many different walks of life, some old and wisened, many young and eager to prove themselves. The Azorious arresters keep the peace in check between the lively shouting of sellers and merchants eager to make quick gold, and those that may lurk in the shadows and brandish their hidden blade.

Often overrun with decorations and bright lights in celebration and parade, the promenade is quieter today. That doesn’t make it anywhere close to abandoned, however: cargo is being moved from place to place, people are travelling in and out and market stalls are open, selling all kinds of wares - from magical to natural, each merchant bright and boisterous as they try to peddle whatever item they have at hand.

You might find someone to speak to, another Worldwalker to spend your hours with, or you might get caught up in the trade and bartering of the market itself, with magic and technology at the fingertips of anyone who dares ask.

A stranger stands off to the middle of the promenade; taking it all in. With access to the entire city on one route, it’s almost as if the world is at their fingertips. Different pathways swirl with possibility - between the arches are choices to be made, friends to meet, and enemies to bicker with.

There is a great deal to see and yet the choice has yet to be made and new ones arise by the second.

PRECINCT SIX.

In the midst of Precinct Six are the bright, burning performances given by the Cult of Rakdos, flames a familiar extra. While many of their exploits are saved for their clubs and large circuses, sometimes a little more is needed to encourage people to come and partake in their entertainment, especially with newcomers to the city.

Today a familiar face leads the performance, sitting on a great throne decorated in bright blues and golds, designed to look like marble and white stone. She’s dressed in a helmet that might appear familiar to those who have met the Azorius Envoy, but it’s etched and decorated with shapes that scream demon. With her legs crossed and her head resting on her hand, she waves a hand and speaks commands to the creatures around her.

“No! You should walk with a straight back!”

“No! You must follow - to the letter!”

“How dare you speak so coarsely in my presence!?”

When she stands, whip in hand, the creatures around her, goblins and humans in chains make sad, pitiful noises, tattered cloaks hanging around their shoulders as they give mock salutes. When she raises her goblet to her mouth the side drips with red - not wine, at least not to anyone with an eye good enough to notice, but blood, staining her mouth as she laughs.

People carrying fire dance around the performance and others stand either side - obviously guarding and watching those that approach. Many ignore the performance - it must be normal now, surely, to see such drama - but some stand and laugh, nudging their friends and whispering to one another.

WILDCARD.

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[ravnicamods]

Tiza Elhsi (WoL) | FFXIV | OTA (Selesnya, most likely)

[desert_moon]

Arrival

Tiza reclines by a nearby pillar, watching the chaos unfold around her, arms crossed behind her head. Despite her present circumstances, she seems pretty calm about the whole thing. She nods at whichever other Worldwalkers have joined her in stepping back for a moment

"Y'know, the last time this happened to me, it wasn't quite this messy." She observes to you with a gesture. "Well, at first at least. So, guild or guildless?" She asks, hoping you have more of an answer as to what the hell that means than she currently does.

Transguild Promenade

Now this is more like it. The Promenade reminds her quite a bit of Ul'dah, the city she calls home more often than not. Just as lively and bustling; moreso, actually. The market stalls call to her, though she hasn't yet considered whether or not the few gil she had on her when she left her star will be useful here. Still, she's happy to accompany other Worldwalkers explore, or be led by a friendly native who might wish to help out.

The smell of cooked meat from one of the food vendors catches her nose though; skewers of something or other, with spices. They smell delectable, and Tiza is just now realizing how hungry she is. Mouth watering, she reaches for her coinpurse, but stops. "Oh...bugger." She looks up at you, her current companion as realization settles in. "They probably only take local currency, huh." Tiza thinks for a moment. Well, she does have her katana with her. "D'you think they have any pests might need exterminating?" When in doubt (and broke, as she so often is), look for work.

Arrival

[wizardsaregodtier]

"Guild," answered the elf, from about a foot up -- he rather obstinately refused to land on the ground, much preferring the freedom that his flight spell gave him. "A very questionable choice without context, but my presumption is that a guild will prompt a certain level of camaraderie and thus information-sharing that may prove vital in understanding our current predicament."

Yeah, he was a guy who talked like that.

Aibghalien Marsai | D&D OC (Birthright) | Izzet

[wizardsaregodtier]

Arrival

Aibghalien surveyed the horde thoughtfully from his position approximately two feet up in the air -- Overland Flight was simply too versatile and powerful a spell not to cast on himself routinely. Even so, this barely gave him a view over some of the taller people here, such as the elephantfolk, and don't even get him started on the giants.

"An oddity," he said, out loud, because Aibhgalien was 100% the sort of person who monologued extensively out loud, regardless of the presence or absence of others. In his defense, doing so helped him anchor his thoughts; his mind had a tendency to race far, far ahead, to the point that it often got tangled up in knots and ended up producing a formula for an improved weather control spell when what he'd intended was getting a midafternoon snack. "All evidence points to interplanar transport without any perceptible formation of a gate or conduit. I have no reason to believe this is a delayed consequence of my own research, so it is either a deliberate act by another entity or a completely natural planar force in operation."

As he spoke, he lifted one hand, and at his belt a pouch unfolded. From it rose something very like a tuning fork, which then drifted into his hand. "As curious as this proceeding might be, principle insists I immediately decline to participate in this gathering; an appeal to intellect must yield to free will and self-determination. Therefore, to whatever force has caused this, I tender my regrets."

The hand not holding the fork lifted, now, and Aibghalien dramatically snapped his fingers.

Nothing happened.

He snapped them again, and once more, just to make sure, but nothing obstinately persisted in happening.

"Ah," he said, with a scowl. "It's like that."

Precinct Six

Those who looked away from the performance might find a rather shocked elf staring in disbelief at the show. If he spotted another person looking his way, he motioned to the show with both hands, in a distinct message of 'are you seeing this?!'"

Seriously, why was there overt and open evil right the heck there?!

arrival.

[rakta]

Lauralae has cannot help herself when it comes to others using magic or powers; she's drawn to it like a moth to a flame, drinking it in as if it is ambrosia. The new arrivals to this strange land are more than enough to sate her for now and she watches, eyes flickering here and there, ears twitching just a little, as she lets herself see what they're doing and what powers they have.

Aibghalien's monologue catches her and she frowns, tilting her head as he pulls out an item and uses it. There's a moment, a spark, almost, where it seems like he might be on to something - but it fails, just as her own attempt had failed, though hers had been far less precise than his seemed to be. Her magic was instinct rather than theory, and her lips curl into a frown as she leans forward to watch him.

"Like what."

[arcanetrickster]

In all his monologuing, it's possible Aibhgalien hasn't noticed the rogue in a black cloak creeping right up next to him. The moon elf seemed to wish to insert himself in the performance, nodding along and murmuring in agreement to his monologing, "Yep, mm-hm, just like that, sure seems to be!" And even commenting, "Ooh, he's leaving," when Aibghalien snaps his fingers.

Then of course it doesn't work. And Ari laughs.

"Looks like you're stuck here! So far as I've seen, no one's been able to leave yet."

precinct six

[integrous]

Well, at least the elf will find company in his reaction to the whole thing. Asahi also has absolutely no idea what she's watching right now. If arriving here hadn't been odd enough by itself, then this sure would have sealed the whole 'this place is freaking weird' deal. It's a lot to suddenly come to terms with for a girl who has never experienced anything even slightly out of the ordinary during her regular high school life.

At least it helps to see someone agree with her assessment of the situation. Even if it's someone who doesn't look 100% human - it doesn't matter. Asahi will take what she can get here, quickly stepping closer towards Aibghalien.

"We've got to get out of here!"

Yes, this is a we now. Congratulations.

Epnokep Senifet | D&D/MTG OC | OTA | Guildless

[rechange]

Arrival

[ The room was filled with newcomers who did not seem to know their Knights from their Arresters. It was a familiar sight to see, if Epnokep was to be honest with himself. The first time he had appeared in this world it had shocked him. The orderly architecture and innumerable people had confused him at first as this was not at all similar to the desert world he knew. But now he was different - more educated on the ettiquete of Ravnica and the hierarchies that followed suit.

He stood in his own section of the arrival hall, ready to give his prepared lecture on why someone might choose to reject the guild system and instead be Guildless. Yes, he did know that being with a guild gave you more rights than the gateless and more 'protections'. But he knew it in his heart that someone would want to follow him - it had happened before, and it'll happen again! ]

Come on! Do you really want to feel the rigid system of the Guild system, or do you want to live free - fueled and driven by your own ambition. I can lead you to sucess if you would only give me the change dear Worldwaker!

Precinct Six

[ Wow. They really do go all out in the shows and entertainment here in this world. The short amount of time Epnokep has spent in this world has really changed his percetion of death and fun. An odd combination, but the Cult of Rakdos really do seem to be good at taking the phrase "you'll split your sides laughing" literally. Looking at the elves and humans slowly being whipped to what he can only presume of death reminds him of his past, and how the mummies would tend for his wounds post-trial.

He glances around the street and looks at the faces - some horrified that the Cult would mock someone so important and influential in current events. Others seemed overjoyed that the Azorious were being put in a comedic postion, as they so rarely lacked a funny bone. He looked down and there was actually one there. ]

This certainly is quite the show. You should've seen the one they did last week - someone put on the face of a disgraced politician and mocked them. I mean that as literally as possible. They did something to his corpse and just... took his face off.

arrival.

[rakta]

[ He's loud, that's the first thing Lauralae notices, and her nose wrinkles as she listens to him speak. With her arrival, she had assumed that everyone was to be forced to join one of these groups, these organisations, but each word that tumbled out of this stranger's mouth was giving her pause. If he was someone of this world then it may be worth finding out more - as loathe as she was to engage with someone to hurt her ears so much.

Peering out of the shadow she had housed herself in, she lets herself take a moment before she moves closer, lifting her hood around her shoulders both to hide her face and, hopefully, make it easier to focus on this new stranger and whatever words he had to say. ]

What is wrong with the guilds?

lauralae ( original ) golgari.

[rakta]

ARRIVAL.

[ It takes a little time for the strange man to draw questions out of Lauralae, who seems more interested in glowering at him and taking in the room around her than she is in giving him any kind of information. There's no promise of something in return for her answers and she's loathe to interact with such an odd and awkward stranger, so she frowns and shifts and shakes her head until he's done with her and pushes something into her hands - enough to make her flinch.

She spends the rest of her time moving from corner to corner, peering out at people and seeing where they go, what happens to them, where they end up being placed. The words don't really mean much to her - Rakdos, Gruul, Azorius - but when she hears another person labelled Golgari she stares at them with a watchful eye, almost a dark flash in the shadows of the room, before she lets her attention go to the next person.

She doesn't really speak unless spoken to first, but she does sit eventually, legs tucked under her and eyes searching. ]

SIX PRECINCT.

[ There's something to be said about the drama of the performance and Lauralae might imagine it to be fake, some magic at play, if she sounds and shouts of the people were not so real. She's heard people dying before and these screams are a reminder of that if nothing else - every now and then her eyes get stuck on the woman in the middle of it, the vampire drinking blood, and she frowns, hands grasping her wrists tight before she breathes out and looks at the humans, the elves, anything else.

She's always drawn back to the woman.

Eventually she turns to leave, shifting to press out through the crowds, looking suffocated - only to run headfirst into someone, turning paler and lifting her head with a sharp motion. ]

Move.

WILDCARD. [ You can find Lauralae wandering around the Promenade, the main arrival hall and other places, looking at stalls - especially those with magical items! ]

Arrival

[desert_moon]

"Anything catching your eye?"

Tiza leans against a nearby pillar, arms crossed across her chest, posture relaxed despite the atmosphere. "You were givin' that one fella the stinkeye. Friend of yours?" She reorients herself against the pillar to better face Lauralae with a grin and a nod towards the Golgari she had been staring so intently at only moments before.

cecelia ardenbury | an oc | ota | guildless

[sighsheavily]

o1. arrival
[how rare it is to arrive in the midst of such...diversity and order! Cecelia is more struck by that than having been a surprise visitor in the first place. after all, she's made a career out of being the surprise visitor to many a realm -- this is just one more step. one...unscheduled step, but a step all the same. not my first rodeo, as she'd heard in places before.

of course, the order only goes so far.] Trees and bees, it really is such a burden to pass knowledge along to those left wanting... [she sighs the notion aloud as she finishes taking stock of what effects she'd had on her person. everything accounted for, save for the one thing that would save her: her wandering staff. she's not surprised; why would she be brought somewhere she could just as easily vanish from with a thought?

at least this place seems full of oddities so common that she herself won't stick out too much, save for the brilliance of her hair and the comparative modesty of her dress. midriffs and shaped armor really is quite a fashion staple in places, isn't it?]

Well, then. Step one... [she'll procure a ledger and quill from her bag, striking the latter's tip against the wall beside her, which seems to fill it with ink that ever-flows.] Every barebones tidbit we've got...then fill in the gaps. Avoid needless conflict and-or capture annnnnd... [she scrawls as she muses aloud, briefly tuning out those nearest her who may be listening in.

crossing a final few letters:] There. I suppose it's to work, then.


o2. precinct six

Ye gods.

[the sight of the abusive display gives Cecelia cause to pinch the bridge of her nose, nearly staining herself with stray ink from the pages she's been furiously writing on as she's toured around. she'll catch herself just before accidentally splotching herself with her quill, returning it to rest safely on her ledger.

to herself, but audible enough to interject to:] I'll be grateful the wicked sorts aren't so reclusive here, shall I? This better not be something I wind up being accountable for...

o1. arrival

[rechange]

[ He notices a woman scrawling in a small book, taking in the sights and sounds of the new world she as travelled to and noting the for reference. A thought crosses his mind - would she want to know about the specific history of the columns and why they are designed as such? If he knew, he would tell her. Prism University may have the knowledge she is seeking, and its got no guild affiliation. A win-win if he is able to convince her to be guildless.

He coughs, clearing his throat, and approaches.]

Hello! Welcome to our world, I see you are already coming to terms with the fact that you will be here a while. My name is Epnokep Senifet, I am an outsider to this world just like you, except more experienced as I've lived here a while.

I represent the Guildless in our small little welcome room. The Prism University is unaffiliated, and so you won't have to limit yourself to a guild!

[ He stops, looking at her warmly. He quickly glances at the Azourious, Orzhov, and Boros envoys and says a silent prayer that they haven't already explained the legal system of this world in any amount of detail yet. ]

1.

[rimuru]

[ this is certainly not Rimuru's first rodeo either, having died in his original world and then being reincarnated in a whole new one. At least this time no death was involved, and he simply showed up here as if teleportation magic had been at play; also no new body to get used to, Rimuru is still the same round blue slime that he had grown very used to being after a couple of years like this.

None of his questions were answered by that wrinkled person, and while he found that most rude, Rimuru also never had much of an explanation when he had arrived to his previous world either. Some things, he just had to learn by himself, on his own, or aided by the people he met in his journey. he tries to answer most questions, but since the man wasn't being helpful, Rimuru opted to keep quiet about most things too; feigning ignorance can be helpful at times. Not that he knows much about what is going one, but...

He is just a tiny slime, sure.

Hearing a woman's voice causes him to turn (even though he has no face??) and look up at her curiously. Not entirely sure what she is writing, Rimuru is silent for most part until she finishes her scribbles ] Are you with the small man, too? [ the one taking notes ]

02. It's been too long Elle (is Ax)

[argivianlegacy]

[Urza wasn't certain of, nor fond of, displays like this. It rankled his sensibilities ferociously, even after all this time. Cruelty and malice were the hallmarks of the truly wicked, and while few could accuse him of being a crusader for justice, he wasn't totally without morals.

And thankfully, he doesn't seem to be the only one. Turning a craggy, dark face on the speaker, he nods.]

...Would you intervene, then?

Ral Zarek | MtG | Izzet

[izzetthough]

Transguild Promenade

[ Normally a day on the Promenade would involve a little more focus on Ral's part. Some missing ingredient or part for the latest experiment, or some other guild business. Not that he minded, of course. Joining the Izzet League had been the proudest day of his life, and hey. You know what they say about loving what you do.

Not everything had to be guild business, of course. And sometimes, in the middle of a dozen-hour-long sessions of magical equations and realignments -- and some mild, half-hearted reassurances to his goblin assistants -- one got a little peckish.

Fortunately a healthy dose of capsaicin was just thing to kick his exhausted brain-cells back into working order, and nothing had quite the punch of a Viashino curry. So dipping into the Promenade for a quick lunch seemed as good a plan as any.

He could be seen standing some distance away from the food stall, hands hooked into the lapels of his vibrant blue and red robes, fingers idly drumming against his own chest as he waited for the order to come up. And if the signature colors and slightly manic energy that seemed to keep him rocking lightly on his toes didn't immediately indicate which guild he likely belonged to...

Well. The heavy brass rigging along his back, complete with a number of tubes and wiring terminating in an electrified gauntlet on his wrist, might have him pegged. ]

[withfocus]

[ Going from one world that was made from the remains of his own to another, entirely different world that held only the barest resemblance to his own was incredibly disorienting. The only thing this place really had in common with Earth was a sky with a sun in it -something Naoki was never going to take for granted again- and the presence of humans. Maybe humans. Naoki had yet to actually ask anyone if they were human or just something that looked human. That would be too rude a thing to say to anyone who wasn't actively trying to kill him.

At least he didn't stand out too much, even with the dark markings with their teal blue, giving off enough light to be undeniably glowing even when he stood outside in full sunlight. With a long sleeved shirt with a wide enough collar for him to get on over the awkwardly placed horn on the back of his neck, most of the markings were covered up. Although it was a pity the light reddish-brown fabric wasn't thick enough to completely hide the contrasting and glowing markings.

Despite the world's unfamiliarity, the distinct lack of beings actively trying to kill him was a clear step up from his previous situation. Naoki was too wary of the guilds to just sign up for one without knowing more, their commitments to a single ideology reminded him a little too much of what he'd just left behind.

Most of the people who had tried to talk to him so far wanted to sell something. Aside from the shirt and clean socks, he hadn't been interesting buying. At least, until he saw a place selling curry. Which was how he wound up standing next to a man wearing a large... something metal and glass on his back and body. Naoki had no idea what it was, but it was the most high tech looking thing he'd seen since arriving, and gave him hope for more things that might be familiar to him.

Maybe he'd been too distracted looking at the different beings around and should've paid more attention to the shops and buildings. Naoki spent a moment trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be either rude or make him look like he had no idea what was going on.]

What is that?

[No one had ever accused Naoki of being a stunning conversationalist, but he had been scolded for being too blunt and forward before. He did genuinely want to know and that was written clearly on his face.]

Rimuru Tempest // That Time I got Reincarnated as a Slime // Guildless

[rimuru]

Arrival

[ How many times this will happen, he wonders? Rimuru is no stranger to waking up in a whole new world - such happened before, when he died. The difference here is that he didn't die, not this time. Plus, there are many others around who seem to be in the same situation.

Sadly, no answers so far, and they ended the whole thing with a question they didn't even bother to explain. Rimuru decided to just be the nice and cute slime he is, who has no idea what they are talking about (well, in all honesty, he doesn't know, not really) but his knowledge of fantasy games might be yet again helpful and thus he decided not to take sides: "Guildless" ends up being his choice, after all he has no idea what the guilds are. neutrality is for the best, for now.

Once the man leaves, Rimuru stays there, quiet, as he tries to figure out what is now different about him; he still has most of his skills, but Great Sage is nowhere to be found. It's worrisome, certainly. And while he does this self-analysis, maybe you can spot him against a wall, a blue ball of slime that has no face. It is a new arrival, though, because he is carrying a tome on top of him. ]

[desert_moon]

"Hey there. You need some help with that?" Tiza puts a hand on her hip and looks down towards the weighed-down slime. "Looks a mite on the heavy side."

Ari | DnD OC (Homebrew) || Dimir

[arcanetrickster]

arrival.
[A new city, bustling with people, and not a familiar face in sight. No threats detected, at least not right away, though Ari's heart is in their throat no less. The moon elf doesn't stand out much in this crowd, which is all the better: a penchant for simple leather armor and a black cloak does wonders for sneaking. The new clothes they'd been offered on arrival were tucked away: nothing here is that different from what Ari recalls. This place, if anything, is somehow richer and more stuck up from the city they came from. The people are no less or no more friedly, thus far. Ari answers the questions while bouncing foot-to-foot, glancing around for any familiar faces, or vestiges of the world they came from. But when they are given the title 'worldwalker,' they seem more annoyed than surprised.

Ari agrees to join a guild, not that they have a particular interest in getting involved with local politics (far from), but, when in Ravnica, make like Ravnicans do. Or something. Getting in good with the thieves is usually a way to avoid getting stolen from, and an excellent way to get information. As for the rest of the business, well, Ari's flexible.

Though apparently unperturbed by the current circumstances, Ari does not start the task they've been given immediately: rather, they mill about trying to gather snippets of information. Surely they aren't the only one who's turned up here unexpectedly? However, after about an hour of this, they've grown bored.

Ari decides to do a handstand against a marble pillar. Just to see if anyone will react.]

transguild promenade.
[A black-cloaked slip of an elf glides through the street at a surprising speed. It's possible to miss them, actually, moving rather like a shadow. But right as the figure approaches--]

THINK FAST!

[The figure has thrown... a potion? At you? It's a small bottle with blue liquid inside. Unremarkable. Probably.]

precinct six.
[This little display has definitely caught this moon elf's attention. Ari stands, head-tilted, and then laughs out loud in surprise.]

Right out on the streets. That's wild.

[They glance over to whoever's nearby.]

Is this the kind of thing that happens all the time around here?

promenade.

[rakta]

[ Lauralae, unfortunately, does not think fast. While she clings to quick reflexes, the idea of touching something thrown at her makes her jump and she turns instead, stepping out of the way and letting the potion bottle roll to the side.

Her eyes flicker, just a little, before she looks up at the stranger. ]

What is that?

Naoki Kashima / The Demifiend | SMT: Nocturne | guildless

[withfocus]

1. Transguild Promenade

Adjusting to Ravnica was both easier and more difficult than the last time he found himself suddenly in a new world. On one hand, there had been people around to at least give a brief explanation, but on the other there was no clear goal for him to pursue except 'get back to where I was'. In fact, all he'd done so far was avoid getting caught up in what seemed like a very complicated political balance, or a power struggle pretending to be a stable system.

The guilds reminded him a bit too much of his former friends trying to remake their ideal world in place of the one that had been destroyed. So far he'd just listened, talked to a few people, and bought himself some new clothes. Just some full length pants and a shirt with a big enough collar that it wouldn't get caught on the horn on the back of his neck. Dressed that way, only his neck, face, and hands were uncovered with their black markings with pale blue lines.

But he couldn't fully relax, even though no one had attacked him or threatened him since he arrived. There were so many different types of beings, a few were almost familiar-looking but most were new to him. Some he'd known as myths on Earth and there were some he couldn't even begin to identify.

Then he caught sight of something that looked much more like familiar technology than anything he'd seen so far. With wires and a crackle of electricity that had initially drawn his attention, but Naoki was so busy looking that he tripped and stumbled into someone before he could figure out what, exactly, he was looking at.

2. At night, near Worldwalker housing

It had been so long since Naoki had been somewhere that actually had nighttime, or a night sky, that he wanted to enjoy it. There hadn't been very many places where he could get a good view, too many tall buildings he wasn't allowed to go inside or to the top of, and after a while he decided to make his way home. There weren't as many people out and about, but Naoki drew much more attention at night than he did during the day. During the day, at least, the glowing blue outline of his markings wasn't as obvious. Bright enough to be clear he was glowing to people up close, but not a beacon that screamed 'look over here' the way it did at night.

Even with his chest covered up, the shirt wasn't thick enough to hide the blue outline with its long pulse of brighter and dimmer, even and steady like a slow breath in and out. Handy for locating walls in total darkness when he hadn't known there was a spell that would illuminate the area for him, but it didn't do anything now except make him once more uncomfortable with his new body.

1

[integrous]

Naoki isn't the only one much too distracted to pay any real attention to what's going on around him. Asahi is very much the same. Nothing in this place is absolutely anything like what she's used to, and so she keeps getting distracted as she walks around by all the odd-looking devices and odd-looking people. Some of them look like something straight up out of a horror story, and she doesn't like it one bit! No siree!

But that means that they both just walk right into each other, since they're looking anywhere but right ahead of them.

And Asahi - as expressive as she is - lets out a loud yelp as it seems to topple her balance, making her fall backwards and end up with her butt on the pavement.

"Hey, why didn't you look where you were going!"

Asahi, you were literally doing the same thing.

Lukka | Magic: the Gathering | OTA | Boros Probably

[compli_cat_ion]

HOW MUCH FOR THE CAT?
It's good to be in a city again. It's not his city, the sheer height and span of it and many nonhumans attest to that, but it's achingly close to home for Lukka. The big winged cat, however, is less convinced. Her unease rings clear in his head, and he rubs his knuckles against the hilt of his sword.

The cat is tripping one of his nervous habits, and the reassurance he sends the monster is tinged with discomfort at that.

Especially because, while it's good to be in a city again, he's already having his own problems.

"She's not for sale," says Lukka, growing more and more annoyed the more often he has to repeat himself to the beast trader in front of him.

"I understand, I understand!" says the trader jovially, clearly not understanding. "Every man has his price, and we will find yours!"

"There is no price!" His voice is rising in frustration. The massive cat's ears flatten and she mantles her leathery wings as the trader, unafraid, refuses to back away. She's a handsome beast, easily the size of a griffin, perhaps a little bigger. Clearly an animal like this would be of great value to someone interested in selling, but man and cat are both rapidly approaching their wits end.

What about you, bystander? Will you help?

WILDCARD
If you have something in mind, by all means set a scene!

Catte Solidarity

[desert_moon]

Lukka's agitation reaches the nearby ears of Tiza, which twitch with curiosity. Hearing the sound of someone in distress, she moves to investigate, keeping her hand on the hilt of the katana, hanging from her belt in its sheath, just in case.

Fortunately, when she arrives she quickly ascertains the situation isn't one likely to call for drawing her sword, and she removes her hand, though she notes the large cat's consternation. Best not to let things escalate any further.

"Ardbert!" She raises her hands in "recognition" with a big grin. "There you are." She approaches Lukka and turns to meet him, giving a knowing wink as she does so. "You and Seto get turned around? Hey there." She extends her hand towards the cat with a smile, offering calming pets, if she's so willing. "We should get moving yeah? We're going to run late for the meeting at New Prahv." She pulls the first important-sounding place name she's overheard in the crowds since she arrived. "Ready to go, mate?"

Haruka Ten'o/Sailor Uranus | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon | Azorius

[testdrive]

[ Arrival ]

[ This whole thing stinks. Both in the sense of being highly suspicious and of being a major pain. Haruka already has an allegiance, thanks ever so. She already has a mission and a life's purpose, and she can't very well protect someone who isn't here.

Which means she's got to do some digging and get to the bottom of this. Which means she chose the most powerful-sounding guild to infiltrate. Which means she's now on her way out, grimacing, holding a stack of scrolls and tomes she had been handed with a sacromonius:

"Welcome to the Azorius! Here are the fundamental laws of Ravnica. Your comprehension will be measured upon your first day on duty."

Info-gathering can also be gleaned from talking to fellow abductees, so she turns to the closest person and grouses: ]

Which one'd you pick? Mine gave me homework.

[ Transguild Promenade ]

[ Haruka is slipping through the crowd, trying to get a feel for her surroundings, but wings overhead cause her to look up.

Angels. Sphinxes. This is a world where its denizens fly.

Involuntarily, Haruka's lips part as she watches. Standing here in the middle of traffic now. Blocking it. Ripe for being run into, as well.

At least she's an ineffably cool-looking obstruction? A breeze has even whipped up to gently tousle her hair. ]

[ Precinct Six ]

You should stay back.

[ This to anyone watching the revels who looks out of place. In a low voice. While suddenly standing behind them.

Haruka sees nothing amiss with this demonstration of people skills. ]

Arrival

[doubleyou]

[ W turns to the taller girl. Gaze quickly scanning, looking for something— and nothing. Not even a stray feather to suggest a Liberi origin— This one isn't coming from Terra. Funny, for once W's tail and horns make her uncharacteristically stand out. ]

Oh, are they putting you to work already? [ There's amused lilt to her voice, but also, curiosity ] That's why I'm not signing up for anything yet.

Lily Emmerson | OC | Guildless (considering joining Gruul or Azorius)

[selfescapist]

ARRIVAL

[ To be blunt, Lily is terrified.

She doesn’t know how she got here. But it should be impossible for anyone to take her out of Sumerton.

Is she going to be killed? At the thought, her heart pounds in her chest, and she tries to swallow down the fear that’s growing inside her. …But no, that doesn’t make sense. If that was the case, she’d have been killed already. …Kidnapped, then? For what purpose?

But when she looks out to the world around her, Lily is stunned silent. Because the people here… many of them clearly aren’t human. She’s never seen anything like it before. Yes, Lily knows that there are supernatural things in this world – she’s lived her life chained to the supernatural from the moment of her birth, but… this is different. Has she somehow found herself in another world? …No, that’s impossible. Things like that belong in children’s stories and fiction, that can’t be right…

It’s a hypocritical skepticism, and she knows it.

When the old man appears, Lily quickly tries her best to hide her panic. She meets him with a steady glare, demanding answers – and of course, receiving none. There’s no leverage she has on him, nothing she can do to make him talk. She tries refusing to answer his questions until he answers hers, and it’s a fair attempt, but eventually she realizes that her efforts are pointless – and she ends up answering his questions just to make him go away.

But… either this is the world’s most elaborate kidnapping, or she really has ended up in another world. Could something like that really be possible…?

She’s just going to have to accept it. Standing around here isn’t going to help, though – it’s time to find out what the hell is going on. ]

TRANSGUILD PROMENADE

[ Lily has come to a realization.

It seemed ridiculous at first, but… the fact that she ended up here might actually be a good thing. No-one knows about her curse, or what she can do. If that’s the case… then there’ll be no-one out to kill her for it.

It’s such a liberating thought that it makes her a little dizzy. Lily doesn’t want to get her hopes up, but… could this be the chance she’s always wanted? Sure, it’s weird without Erina here, but… Erina will be alright. And Lily… she can make her own way. Can’t she?

Before she comes to any conclusions about what’s good and what’s bad, though… She needs more information. About this world, what it’s like to live here, how to make a living.

So that’s why she approaches you. Lily puts a hand on your shoulder, her expression unbothered – wearing a very specifically-crafted look of neutrality that she’s taken great effort to put on. ]

Hey. Do you have a moment? I have a few questions about this place.

PRECINCT SIX

[ Lily’s never seen anything quite like this before. Not so out in the open, at least. There’s a cruelty to what’s being shown that’s so blatant that it’s honestly rather shocking. She can’t help but look around, gauging everyone’s reactions – is everyone okay with this? What kind of a place has she found herself in?

And most importantly, how does she avoid ending up as one of the captives on that stage?

It makes her feel a little sick. …As soon as she notices that feeling, though, Lily bites her lip, scolding herself with frustration. It’s not your problem, she tells herself. Right. She doesn’t care. She holds no responsibility to help these people… and she’s not particularly interested in getting involved in that mess by any means.

Still. The uncomfortable feeling in her gut refuses to go away.

All of a sudden, she realizes that she’s been staring too long. It seems like she’s got somebody’s attention. Turning to you, she closes her eyes and says- ]

The people here have some sick tastes, don’t they?

NETWORK/TOME

So, anyone else not from around here?
We should share information.

WILDCARD

[ Feel throw to throw anything at me here! And PM me or message me at Rivenix if you'd like to plot. ]

Precinct Six

[wizardsaregodtier]

[Ah. This child is not from here. Unsurprising, and though Aibghalien hasn't bothered to disguise his disgust, that reassurance allows him to speak freely.]

I am completely baffled that such a display is permitted, yes.

Gideon Nav | The Locked Tomb Trilogy | Orzhov (???)

[baristar]

[ arrival ]

....This is fine.

[ Says the tall, muscular redhead who just sat up on her bed, her all-black ensemble a ripped bloody mess, her skull face paint smeared beneath her sunglasses. Then, as she looks around, her expression warps into something more feral. ]

Like FUCK it is!!

[ She jumps up, looking around. ]

Oh no, oh no no no, I did not take a one-way trip to shish-kebab city only to miss the last turn! Put me back RIGHT NOW, you -

[ She's not finding what she was looking for. ]

- Sword.

[ And just like that, she's tearing for the closest thing to an exit she can find. A lumbering party of guild members, weighed down by their stately finery, don't get out of her way in time, and she misses them in her single-minded rush. She wipes out - taking one of them down with her.

Everybody else immediately begins muttering. "Disrespect! An elder of the Syndicate!" And other ominous statements. But the consensus is quick, and unanimous.

"A debt."

"A debt."

"A debt."

The woman is quickly filled in on the situation: she shall be fined for her audacity. ]

Look, Tall Dark And Spoopy, I don't have money. I need to go get inside a girl - You in the back, I see you smirking---

[ More murmuring. It sounds like this fine, upstanding young woman may have just found herself in the enviable(?) position of being pressed into indentured servitude by the Orzhov Syndicate as payment for her offense... ]

[ Transguild Promenade ]

Magazines. Pe-ri-o-di-cals. Rags. Disposable publications. Of a lascivious manner.

[ Things Gideon had not managed to talk or fight her way out of: getting corralled into a creepy death cult. AGAIN.

Things Gideon is currently trying to talk her way into: obtaining girly mags. The scroll and tome peddler she's talking to looks confused and slightly disgruntled, however. ]

Look, I don't care how much purity the law bleeds from every orifice. I do not care if the streets are washed with bleach. There is no way in the Hell I am not currently inhabiting that Boros Babes isn't a thing.

[ The shopkeeper shakes his head. Gideon pushes her sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose. Her paint is starting to flake off, revealing a...rather unfortunate case of acne underneath. ]

Gruul on Gruul?

[ The shopkeeper turns, digs around in a shelf, and produces a battered, cheap bundle of pages. The cover is emblazoned with a picture of a goblin in the embrace of something with entirely too many gears and limbs to be biological, and the title boldly asks: BUT IZZET LOVE?

Gideon sighs. ]

[ Network]

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