sixthiteration | Test Drive (December & January)

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→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

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→ THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES FOR THE TDM:

1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
3. Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

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Prompts

SNOW BLIND - It's snowing, a lot, and pristine landscape though it might create, it also brings plenty of problems, especially when you live in an Edwardian-style village with a serious lack of snow shovels. It's currently blizzard conditions and visibility is nil — Maybe you gave in and ducked into the nearest house for temporary shelter, and discover someone else had the same idea (or just lives there, oops). Maybe you're stubborn enough to still be out in it, struggling against the wind and snow. Or maybe you've tromped into the South Village Inn like a human popsicle, and are just hoping you don't lose any fingers before you make it to the fireplace.

JUMPED-UP - Winter's here, which means it's the perfect time for an expedition to warmer, southern climes. You've joined a group following the river all the way down to the far southern beach, for fun and for science. On this latest break in your journey, you've spotted a large, jewel-colored feather and picked it up, maybe as a specimen to bring back or just a feather for your cap. Turns out it's an archaeopteryx feather, and you're now, well... let's call it a little gravity-challenged. Not a bad benefit once you figure out how to control it.

COLD CALL - The snow has slacked off, leaving behind a winter wonderland. Sure, there's plenty to do, but after being cooped up inside for days, most people won't blame you for a morale-booster — That is, unless your way of starting a snowball fight is to pop up and throw them at unsuspecting passers-by. Making a snow man or snow angels might come with a little less retribution, but you do you.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Network

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text and video messages to other villagers.

- Text and/or video, any length
- Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

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How about a fight to warm yourself up with? There was enough time to observe that the guy chasing him was pretty agile, might have been a good game had he not frozen the way he did. Seifer hesitated a moment, it's no fun if you just stop playing in the middle after all, but then he himself froze.

"What?" How did... immediately the somewhat playful demeanor hardened into something defensive. Harsh. "...Who the hell are you?" And how did he know him? He knew the guy was familiar, still couldn't quite place how.

Life here just got weirder and weirder. Even with all he had heard about this place he hadn’t expected Seifer. As Squall and Rinoa hadn’t warned him about Seifer maybe they didn’t know. A new arrival then. “We went to school together,” Nida answered cautiously. He didn’t want this to be a fight. More than anything he needed to know whether Seifer was a risk to the people here. And if not... there are more than a few reasons the man needs to eat snow.

No kidding. Don't worry, Nida wasn't the only one that thought this was far too weird to exist. And yet here he was, throwing snowballs at passers-by because what else would you do in retaliation for a snowstorm that really inconvenienced your evening plans? Seifer just looked incredibly confused for several long moments.

Still couldn't quite place the face. Definitely familiar, couldn't remember exactly who though. Still, with that proclamation he puffed up, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to look as defiant as possible. "Don't recall." He stated flatly, which was both true and not. Something in him knew there was about to be a fight for an entirely different reason now. Not one he really wanted to have at this juncture, either.

Couldn't escape the guilt even in his own hallucination crazy dream either. "Must not have left much of an impression." Just had to put his foot in his mouth didn't he?

Edited 2018-12-02 00:30 (UTC)

Somehow Nida was completely unshocked to find he wasn't remembered. In fact, that was probably a good thing when it came down to it. Or perhaps just status quo, which he was okay with. What he was not okay with was that other comment. It was true, and something he had worked toward later on, but he didn't like hearing that from Seifer Almasy. The man who had tried to destroy their home. Kill people he cared about.

Where he was, a bit toppled on this side of the snow, Nida reaches behind himself and grabs a handful of the snow and throws it at Seifer in a quick fling, as if he was throwing sand in his eyes.

"You're so fucking conceited!"

Edited (hate it when things don't listen about which icon) 2018-12-02 01:01 (UTC)

Seifer was nothing if not reliable about shooting himself in the foot. Of all the things he could have said he instead chose to be insulting. No one should be surprised by this fact. When here he had the perfect opportunity to try to clear the air of some of his horrific wrong-doing he instead decided the best course of action would be to piss off someone who rightfully hated his guts.

As always, Seifer's judgement is deeply questionable.

Instinctively Seifer jumps back, not quite fast enough to avoid getting a face full of snow. This results in some indignant spluttering while he swipes his eyes clear, crouching lower in a more defensive posture. Fully expecting a real fight to break out at any moment now.

"What's the matter, you a secret admirer or something?" He smirks, just going to keep on digging that grave deeper. One might almost suspect he's doing it on purpose.

With Seifer briefly distracted with snow in his face, Nida was reaching down to start shaping a snowball. His other had been lost when he'd been shocked by the blond's presence. The timing was enough that as Seifer wiped his eyes clear, Nida let this one fly as well.

"As if. You need to chill out and stop thinking your hot stuff," Nida mumbled as he stooped to gather another snowball. "If you were so great you could have won. Ever."

If he could just pelt Seifer a few more times he might calm down himself. Just get this aggression and frustration he hadn't been able to deal with the last year out of his system and maybe he could be okay. Maybe.

He gets the snow out of his eyes just in time to receive the gift of another snowball right to the face, which sends him reeling back a few paces. It's a lot less fun being on the receiving end of snowballs to the face.

"The hell do you know?" He spits back, quick to duck down and pack up a new snowball himself. He's not about to go down without a fight here, and if Nida wants to make it a snow fight then so be it. Potentially better than a fist fight without any Cure magic floating around. "Workin' with idiots who wouldn't know their asses from a hole in the ground."

Frankly he thought he did fairly well all things considered, Galbadian soldiers were morons. Never mind that he's pretty glad he lost, pointing that out right now would hardly be conducive to winning the argument.

Well that insult Nida wasn't going to dignify with a verbal response. Instead he backed up a step. Toward the pile of previously formed snowballs Seifer had made. Smirking he grabbed one and let fly once more, this time toward Seifer's chest.

"Come on, surely you can win a snowball fight against a poor little SeeD like me."

Oh damn it, he spotted his stockpile. Serves him right for abandoning his position so easily. That one he let land square in the chest, him barking out a laugh as he launched the next one as hard as he could for Nida. Wanna fight about it? Sure he'll fight about it.

"You're a SeeD? Really just lettin' anyone in aren't they?" Little did he remember was that Nida graduated when Squall did. He even applauded the guy. Oh how fleeting memories were.

Seifer's throw is noticed, and Nida tried to avoid it. Of course he didn't twist out of the way fast enough, and he didn't have GF speed, and he did slip a little. Whoops. It meant a hit to an arm rather than the torso. And Nida stumbling closer to Seifer's old supply, which he grabs two of, throwing them at the blond.

"Not anyone, Almasy. After all, only four of us graduated from the Dollet exam."

Us. Not Seifer. Yes, that was him, thanks for remembering. Granted he couldn't hold it against Seifer because Squall hadn't remembered him at first either.

A hit's a hit, even if it was completely harmless and more or less glancing. He stoops to scoop up another handful of snow. Barely he managed to avoid the first throw, the second pegging him on the side again. As far as fights go this one could be a lot worse.

His brows furrow, scrunching up that scar of his. Dollet... this guy was on that mission then. Then who..? "You're not the guy who pissed his pants are you?" Look you're really hard to remember Nida it's not his fault.

And yeah he noticed that little subtle jab, which he responds to by chucking a more tightly packed snowball as hard as he can.

"If they made people SeeD for that, they'd make them SeeD for pissing of from your duty too," Nida countered, dancing out of the way of the next snowball. From the hard sound as it hit the barricade behind him, that one was packed harder.

Note to self: don't get hit.

"Really sad to see someone with a serious case of rank envy, Seifer. It's okay, I know you are just jealous of how good the rest of us look in our nice crisp uniforms. Guess SeeD dress uniforms don't come in your size."

There's no actual bite to the words, mostly because strangely enough, he's warming up and this is a better workout than a routine is anyway. Dare he say it, he's almost having fun slinging snow and insults. And the advantage here is that he knows hitting with either could easily sting for Seifer. Another two snowballs from the pile, nearly the end of it, end up in his hands and he throws them for Seifer's knees this time. Because he wouldn't mind claiming he kneecapped Seifer.

"Like you've got any Hyne-damned idea," He spits back, irritation clear in his tone. He was right about that tower, not that he had to explain himself to this asshole. Nor would he try to do so anyway.

"Yeah, that's it, real envious of the guy who pisses himself on mission." He rolls his eyes, and yes this is the story he has decided is the truth. Until he can actually remember something, it might take some time before he can put a name to the face. Don't worry, the question will eat at him until he figures it out.

Maybe he's increasingly surly about this, but Seifer hasn't quite lost all his amusement for the battle. Pelted with two more snowballs, well he does manage to dodge one but the other gets him square in the knee, he ducks low and starts packing up a couple more to launch swiftly, aiming mostly for Nida's body rather than head. Doesn't actually want to concuss the guy. It sure does sting getting hit with your own ammunition, though at the same time he's having fun with the game regardless.

It's confusing don't think too hard about it.

"Oh hell," Nida mumbled as he reached for another snowball and... he was out.

"Really, you thought that would be enough pre-made snowballs for a fight?" he asked Seifer. Sure, it left him open to get hit by both of the ones Seifer throws, hitting his chest. Well then, he has to do something...

Best option? Make new ones. More fun option? Nida put a hand to his chest, made an overly dramatic moan of pain, and let himself roll backward over the barricade. Yep. Defeated. Dead. Oh well, he lost.

Seifer could probably use something resembling a victory.

A barked laugh. "'Course not, you don't leave all your ammo out where just anyone can get to it!" Surely Nida knew that much. He'd only be setting himself up for loss if he had to abandon his trench, which happened fairly quickly as Nida will recall.

The dramatic display at first perplexed Seifer, and then was followed up by crowed laughter as well as a mock victory pose. He wasn't entirely sure what just happened there but there's always an appreciation for the dramatic. Honestly he was expecting a lot more hostility, not a largely well-mannered snowball fight. But hey, he wasn't going to complain.

Cautiously he sauntered over to peer over the barricade, then gently tossed a light handful of snow over Nida in mimicry of a Phoenix Down. Obviously those weren't available where they were anymore, didn't mean the guy wouldn't get the gesture.

That actually made his day, Nida has no idea.

Edited 2018-12-04 03:03 (UTC)

There was always a chance that, upon his display, Seifer might take advantage of the feigned vulnerability. Nida knew he was signing up for that. Of course he also knew that a play like this might make things a bit easier for Seifer. Sure, it was also fun but when it came down to Seifer, Nida was more than willing to put his training to use.

What he wasn't prepared for was the snow to be tossed on him. More cold. It's bad enough that his fingers are frozen and that he was lying in the snow. Did Seifer have to do that? He bolted up with a yelp, pretending to look thankful even as he shivered.

"Damn, we should have had more classes up in the Gaulg Mountains. I mean, I heard you and Squall went there sometimes, but geez, we could have used cold weather classes."

At least it was only a handful, he could have been a huge jerk and tried to push his built up blockade over on top of Nida then he'd really have something to complain about. But no, he took a gentler course. One he chose because Nida, so far despite the verbal lashing hadn't been especially hostile toward him. The interaction definitely could have been worse.

Why don't you wear gloves, Nida? The frozen fingers are entirely his own fault. The reaction got another barked laugh with Seifer instinctively hopping away just in case. Couldn't risk a surprise punch to the face just because he tossed a handful of snow.

"Almost as good as the real thing," He remarked, knowing full well that wouldn't actually work on someone down for the count. "Really should'a thought of that. Surprised they didn't make more use of Trabia for that." Trabia traded students to them, rarely the other way around. He probably shouldn't talk about the Garden he was complicit in the destruction of. Since they were being casual he felt it might be safe to entertain the mood as it was. Besides, he was still trying to place Nida's face. Just give him a while.

Well he would wear gloves if he had them, but Seifer isn't asking so Nida isn't saying. Instead he's getting up to brush the snow off of himself, still shivering.

"I hate this place. It's too cold. Timber natives aren't supposed to mix with the cold. But Trabia semester abroad would have been nice too. Of course you would have gone hunting Blue Dragons wouldn't you?"

Finally standing and mostly prepared he moves past Seifer and back toward his fallen pile of wood. Had to get this back to the house. Even Ice Princes need to be kept warm. And Nida needed it almost more than Squall or Rinoa did.

"So, figure out who I am yet?"

Seifer wasn't asking, nor was he offering any advice or his own. He didn't want to freeze any more than Nida does.

"You're from Timber, huh?" Not a helpful tidbit of information, he was still wracking his brain to try to put a name to the face. Truth was he was getting a better idea of who Nida was in relation to that last SeeD exam, there were four graduates he remembers that much, but everything else was still such a twisted fog he was having a hard time putting the pieces together. However, at the observation about Blue Dragons he had to bark a laugh. "Of course I would, like I'd pass up a chance like that. You saying you wouldn't?" A missed opportunity if that were the case.

After being rolled in the snow Nida definitely deserved that warm fire now.

"Still thinkin'," He admits, pausing with his arms folded over his chest. "Squad D... Nomura?" Was that it? He was fairly certain he was getting closer.

"My first trip into the Training Center, with an Instructor at that, I was seriously unlucky. Almost got eaten by a T-Rexaur. So no, dragons aren't high on my list of game worth hunting."

Shifting his wood in his arms Nida starts walking again, only to pause when he heard Seifer's following footsteps fail. Interesting. He turned just enough to look over his shoulder and there it was. His name. Not all of it, but enough. Nida actually graced Seifer with a smile at that.

"Took less to get it from you than the first time I ran into Squall after graduation. SeeD Nida Nomura, Pilot of Balamb Garden. I kicked your pilot's ass when it came down to flying, and I'd been doing for less time."

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