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Test Drive Meme #1
![]() Test Drive Meme #1 Main Community | Communications Community | OOC Community Premise | Rules | FAQ | Character Choices | Reserves | Applications | Taken | Hiatus | Drops Setting | Mechs | Upgrades | Merc Missions | Suggestions | Mod Contact GuidelinesThe Training Grounds are not, historically, a busy place, and normally cover far more ground than they need to. Counselors send the Mirages who come through down there to acclimate themselves to their new ability in the sprawling range, whether it be against target dummies or targets for arrows or bullets or even against an old retired Driver named Griscol who still knows a thing or two about his Blade. But the sudden influx of Mirages has the Sparring Grounds overwhelmed and chaotic. As the counselors and Griscol scramble about trying to give their pupils pointers, Mirages can line up at the practice dummies, take a spot behind the firing line, or match up with each other to get some practical hands-on experience. One of the counselors has a healing Art, so anyone who gets hurt won't remain so for too long. Ask for tips, practice your arts, or get some sparring done with your fellow Mirages. Shnids are a pestilence and plague on Pumonia, and have been as far back as history exists. Looking like a cross between a squirrel and a rabbit and about the size of a medium-large dog, shnids devour crops voraciously and without restraint. Worse till, though they appear cute and harmless, shnids are savage aggressors who hurl themselves at any living being who comes near and deliver however many painful chomps with their powerful jaws are needed to send that other creature running. Consequently, the counselors at the Mirage Welcome Home always encourage new Mirages to take on the Shnid Hunt mission from the merc boards -- both because shnids are not terrible dangerous foes, and because sometimes new Mirages need to learn that even the cutest and cuddliest of Newase's wildlife won't hesitate to lunge for their throat, no matter how gently that Mirage is just trying to usher them away so no one gets hurt. Venture out into the vast, verdant fields of Pumonia, team up to take down ten of the beasts, and earn your first pay as a Mirage. Tumultuous storms roll off the sea with some frequency, part of why Pumonia is so fertile, but as residents depart for Tyrus and leave empty farms and plots behind, those storms bring a greater danger as well. A bolt of lightning has lit an abandoned house on fire, and despite the pounding rain the entire structures blazes brilliantly in the storm-dark twilight. The flames strain and leap, eager to jump from the roof and chimney of the house to the nearby barn, and from there into a knot of buildings around a broad river. Even with water pouring from the sky, the fire seems unstoppable... But this is Newase, and all things are governed by the ogre. One peeks out of the flames even now, a great mass about half the size of the building and all swirling energy. To call it the fire itself is both accurate and entirely wrong; it is the ogre that governs the spread of this fire, and should some heroes destroy it, the fire will no longer be able to spread... By day, the view through the windows of sonic railcar is an awe-inspiring sight. Terrain blurs past so quickly the eye can't resolve it. Great sections of the highlands where few have ever ventured on foot sprawls out, offering sights of exotic creatures and curious vistas nestled too far away for safety. Occasionally the train passes a Mech, a rare chance to see some of the hardest-working patrollers on Metta. But this one travels at night, so the countless miles flashing past outside are all uniform darkness. The cars are well-lit, making napping a struggle, but even so other passengers do their best to doze, huddled up against the windows with jackets or pillows over their eyes. Then the car jolts, and the ogre that is its heart gives out a grumbling little noise. Deceleration presses you sharply into your seats as the whole vehicle slows, not by braking or friction but by the will of the ogre itself. And then all is silent. "Best Rates for Mirages!" read the sign. "Finest hot springs in land! Fresh breakfast!" Whether because of the promises or simply the late hour and its convenience, you showed up at the front counter of this inn to receive a key from its helpful Nopon proprietor -- only to find yourself wedged into a tiny, dark room with an uncomfortable pair of beds and an involuntary roommate. But the hot springs are real -- considering the boilers that warm the water chug away constantly right next door, that fact is indisputable. Do you go enjoy them as the sole comfort your stay has brought you, or spend the night commiserating over what the 'fresh breakfast' is going to be? Newase is a grand place, and the isle of Metta vast and rich with opportunity... |


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"I was a human in my world before coming here," she rose her wrist with the sound of gears lining up, and looked at all of the joints conforming her hand covered in a mixture of metal and silicone. Even closing her fist made her feel as if strings and cords worked in tandem like a mechanical musical instrument.
"I still don't know what to think of what I've become."
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He brushed one hand over his chest, just beneath his jacket, where absolutely nothing was wrong, and he didn't have half a Core Crystal embedded in him like he should.
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"I think we were all told something similar, that even humans found themselves in different bodies," she returns to her firing stance with the seamless whirr of gears, more to test her own body, "it feels almost as if I was programmed on some level to use it. And... since I read a lot about physics..."
She pulled the trigger -- and this time flinched only in preparation for the bolt that vaporized another target.
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... Her chest began to whirr with energy like a concert within her.
She aimed the crossbow once again as the sound holes on her back glowed with a purple light. The ground underneath her glowed with a circle with numerous musical notes...
The bolt thundered forward, splintering and flying in numerous directions like violet fireflies in its wake, eating through targets like burning locusts.
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"Jolly well shot!" he said brightly, masking his surprise. That was quite an Art! And without a Blade providing the power for it. Really, he had to be careful not to write off the people here just because they weren't Drivers.
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"My heart... my engine, it was running so fast..." She clicked her head to turn to Zeke, "the arts... it's a little frightening to have them, but at the same time it makes me feel happy to see it what I can do, now."
She smiles to Zeke, "I can help others, and you if you wish."
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Grinning, Zeke jabbed at his chest with a thumb. "The name's Zeke von Genbu! Bringer of Chaos! Jolly well good to make your acquaintance!"
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... the moment Zeke introduces herself, the memories of Hikarizaka wash over her. After having practiced introductions with Tomoya, and then... fearing again the outburst of losing a close friend yet again, her body clicks softly as she frowns sadly...
Kotomi then bows, hands over her chest, gears quietly snapping as a result, "my name is Kotomi Ichinose," she then rose, "you spell Kotomi with three hiragana." When you call me, call me Kotomi-chan, she wonders if she should have added at the end.
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At the thought of working together, Kotomi felt something similar to blushing. But... she nods.
"I do not know how much exploration might I be doing after this. I would like to collect knowledge about this world if possible," Kotomi clicks as she looks up, "but... I hope we can work together."
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"Hn! I will do my best to help you, and serve as support for the mission, while I research the rest of the world through either books or reconnaissance."
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Can't complain about that.
"Support? I think you're going to be the one blowing away our foes while I'm holding their attention!" One hand flicked back to rap knuckles on the haft of his greataxe. "It's not my usual gig, but a Blade like this is more suited towards taking hits than giving them."
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Well, there were also the changes Kotomi had, and the magic she now casted... it made too much sense. It was humbling to have so much power...
She nods with a soft click, and holds Zeke's hand with both of her palms, "I will do my best to protect you with what I can do."
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And maybe a little less uptight about it all, but Zeke wasn't going to put money on it.
"So what do you say? Get started now, or do you need a moment? Me, I'm always ready."
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Kotomi imagined herself for a moment at least as a folk heroine. Having spells and powers to destroy those sorts of evils. It made her tremble her, but... the mental image of herself as a knight of those tales dissipated those fears.
Strong. Powerful.
She nods, "Hn! Please lead us."
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Wait a minute, where was he pointing his finger!? Zeke yanked it back hurriedly, clutching it to his chest like he'd been burned. "Where ARE we going anyway?"
Look, he didn't ALWAYS have to be the competent one.
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Her head clicks back and her eyes glow with lines of code as she mentally processes the numerous locations of the continent and the available locations to them, particularly accounting for a close march without any means of transportation, making the closest possible route for a rapid hunt...
The Upload girl turns her head somewhat close to where Zeke pointed and walked forward, intending to hunt something ranging from an ogre, to angry squirrels which were essentially rats with fluffy tails.
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"Uh -- is that an answer?" he said, scrambling to catch up. "Because I'm all for random exploring, but only when I know that's what I'm doing!"
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She then looked up, "it is entirely likely as well that it might be a form of fauna not appropriately registered, which would still require Mirage intervention to neutralize for public safety."
... then clutched her weapon, "which I hope can be on our level."
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