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Arc Introduction, Month 0


The Pull

Falling asleep, closing one's eyes to die, or simply walking through a doorway... it only takes the slightest lapse of consciousness for the magic to take hold. That sudden feeling of falling within a dream overtakes the senses, lasting far longer than it should. If lucky or nimble, feet will hit the floor rather than spine or face.

Characters find themselves pulled into a new world without warning, and they are now in the spotlight. Literally. From their new vantage point from center stage in a cabaret, they can just barely make out the strange, sprawling figures that form their audience. Hulking animal shapes sit at tables and lean against walls, defining the edges of the dark space. The floorboards glow with untold power, etched with countless runes and scripts, radiating power and… a strangely pleasant smell of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air.

"Charming," says a seemingly disembodied voice, tone bored despite the compliment, "Let this one stay, I'm intrigued by them."

"Suboptimal," responds another voice, this time clearly to the right and behind. Looking over a shoulder, the two speaking stand on opposite sides from one another.


The last to speak, a seven-foot tall goat man, is holding a broken shepherd's staff. The whole of the item is glowing with power and strands of magic wind outward like thread or like marionette strings, as they trail to the new arrivals body at all their joints. The goat man sighs and lowers the staff, dispelling the magic and the strands like extinguishing a flame. Colorful sparks and embers erupt and rise all around the stage, before cooling and disappearing into thin air.

"Welcome, you're one of the Pulled. Now, get off the stage," says that first voice again, from the other figure. They are a slim person of ambiguous gender and seemingly timeless age. They crack a smirk, "we have more of your kind to summon, the good Secretary Theodore will explain further,"

With that, it's time to explore what this strange place and experience holds, because there's seemingly no going back now.



Theodore is not his name...

Whether going willingly or getting kicked off, the most recent Pulled is moved into the off-stage area. A man waits, looking uneasy and stressed but doing his best to project some air of competency. He'll shake hands with anybody who'd like to but doesn't seem surprised or offended if they don't take his hand.

"Good to meet you. I'm Ted, Ydris' secretary," he has an overall exhausted air to him, as he pushes up his glasses.

Every Pulled gets the same, rehearsed explanation of what's going on.

First, a welcome to Myddvai, the name of the world they now find themselves pulled into. Myddvai is the vast World Tree, floating pleasantly through space. It is a highly magical place and thus not always the easiest to explain. He heeds that Pulled might want to curve any... expectations of perfect consistency. This world is highly unpredictable.

In the most basic terms, Myddvai is controlled by forces of Chaos and Order. All magic falls between these two extremes and is, curiously, denoted by flavor. The curious scent of cinnamon and vanilla is caused by the magic at work, summoning in the various Pulled. Ted introduces the two on the stage as Ydris and Ives, who are currently the two most powerful beings active on Myddvai. He urges that getting on either of their bad sides would be unwise.

The two on stage have devised this ritual summoning because the whole of Myddvai is in trouble. Ydris is one of five Dragon Deities, the living gods that oversee the natural order and chaotic forces throughout Myddvai.

Due to "a mishap," the other four Dragons are all unconscious. Many groups are scrambling to find their own solutions or, more concerningly, using this opportunity to seize various forms of control.

Ydris is aligned to Order and cannot allow such grabs at power on their, suddenly very solo, watch. Ives, who is a being with wisdom more ancient than even the gods of this world, has enlisted himself to help with this. The two agree they need outsiders with no biases on the politics of this world, and no motivation outside of what Ydris and Ives can offer them all. The prize for cooperation is a simple choice:

"Pulled are welcome to remain in the world and live out their mortal lives in luxury, heroes that will be favored by all the gods... or, be returned to your homes with new life and power. Even if you aren't interested in going home, there are others who are." Ted glances away for a moment, before his gaze returns to the Pulled, "The choice will be each of yours to make... provided you cooperate. If you're not interested in helping, you can be a normal citizen of the world. That's always an option."

Beyond that overwhelming lore dump, Ted can only answer so many further questions, but feel free to inquire with Ted. He's mostly around to field each Pulled as they're directed off stage to meet him. Other Pulled who have already heard the script can hang around in his space longer, but they'll probably get tired of the same speech over and over. Ted looks like he would love to stop...

Join the Audience

"You can join the rest of the audience. Mingle as much as you'd like," Ted urges to those done with their orientation.

There is only a curtain blocking the backstage from the seating area. Joining the audience reveals that the figures watching this ritual are animal, insect, and arachnid people. Dog, rat, bat, snake... all manner of heads sit expressively upon more human bodies, all dressed in sharp suits, gowns, or mixtures thereof. This appears to be quite the fancy affair!

These are Springtide Vampires, the aristocratic leaders of this particular culture. They eagerly invite Pulled in pairs to sit and socialize with them.

While a few lick their chops at the new arrivals, they insist they are not out for off-world blood. No, what they want is connections to the Pulled. Springtide Families are all headed by a Vampire, and those who grant resources to this endeavor are being promised great favors or riches by Ydris. So, they are hungry for clout more than anything. A few Vampires are interested in making conversation about themselves, but most prefer to simply eavesdrop on any Pulled sitting at their tables and speaking with one another.

Pulled who are especially interesting or social will be slipped a calling card with a family crest: Rat, Dog, Raven, Moth, Cat, or Spider. The Vampire granting the card will instruct Pulled that this will be valuable soon. So, hold onto it for later and guard it against thieves. Pulled can only acquire one of these cards each, so choose carefully. If Pulled decide to trade among themselves, that may come with future consequences.

((Note: Vampires will be NPCs available for interaction below, but players are free to handwave basic interactions, as described above. Receiving one of the calling cards can also be done at player discretion.))

The bar is open to a new you


At the far end of the cabaret is a long bar leading to a kitchen. Mysteriously, the cabaret has no discernable exit. There is a row of seats facing the bartenders and another facing the stage. Both rows are exclusive for Pulled, set aside from the Vampires. Everybody who was pulled in arrived wearing whatever they last had on. If an outfit was too revealing, damaged, or just not comfortable, then Pulled are offered a silken robe and slippers to wear instead.

Whether a waitress or bartender addresses a Pulled, they refer to them as their Myddvai Breed. "What would you like to drink, Elf?" "You look like a hungry Rahuth! How about something from the kitchen?" and so on. All Pulled take on recognizable characteristics native to Myddvai, features determined by the Pull of the universe. Any who ask are told that features are likely to continue to manifest the longer they're on Myddvai. Some Pulled might also experience their form shifting wildly between different breeds and are assured that will settle down eventually. This kind of transformation isn't painful, only strange to experience. Pulled can get told all the basic information available on Myddvai breeds at this time.

Pulled have plenty of time to chat just among themselves at the bar. If endless, freely provided alcohol isn't enough to loosen the tongue, then perhaps sharing a meal will? Pulled are required to order food as pairs or parties, individual requests won't be served. The menu is distinctly lacking in grains, dairy, and red meat, exclusively having vegetable dishes and various seafood on offer. It's all very flavorful and filling, seasoned well, and delivered warm.

If you're facing the stage, there's plenty more being pulled in... and come to find out, not everybody is allowed to stay.

The Ice Storm

Watch and it becomes clear that the ritual doesn't always result in worthwhile Pulled.

The room swells as the pair of powerful beings do each half of the summons. Ives steadies his staff and draws in the smoke generated by Ydris, who looks entirely different. Their human illusion is dropped during a summoning, showing their true form as a fantastical, wax-bodied being of fire and metal. Flames all swirl intensely, creating a smoke that is wound into concentrated magical strings of energy. These lines are what pull people out from their worlds, causing a void in reality from which they arrive through. The tear is quickly stitched back together by those same thread, weaving the space back together again behind the new arrival.

If a Pulled is deemed unworthy, Ives points the staff at them. A flash of light overtakes the entire room. The Vampires appear to all know just the time to duck or hide their eyes when this happens. Except a certain Sir Goodpoint the flash is his favorite part.

After this light dissipates, the person is gone. Seemingly returned home. One would... hope. The next ritual begins again, people stay or go. There seems to be a completely unknown ranking system at play. The Vampires casually mention how many Stars someone is worth in passing. Not everybody chosen has a high rank by this measure, so that doesn't seem to be the deciding factor.

A semi-regular occurrence is the Ice Storm. This is when an unwanted character is Pulled multiple times and everybody in attendance has gotten just so fed up with seeing them. One of the front-row Vampires seems to have started a trend, that of plucking an ice cube from their drink and throwing it at the offending Pulled. Basically, everybody in the audience takes this as a great opportunity to pelt the unwanted Pulled until Ives makes them go away, jeering and booing are optional.

All Pulled in the audience are given cups of ice, wordlessly encouraged to participate. Nobody subjected to the Ice Storm is allowed to remain. Any who stand to object to this will get the Ice Storm directed at themselves, instead. It won't get a Pulled who was already chosen sent back home, but they will get a good pelting for their trouble.

It also makes for a progressively funnier show as new Pulled appear and slip on the remains of the previous Ice Storm. Glad that wasn't you, right? Or maybe it was and now you understand why...


OOC Notes

Welcome to the Test Drive Meme for Myddvai's First Season!

This post is Open To All for play, both those with and without invites to our game are welcome to play in this space.

Players are allowed to play around with their character as any of the available breeds while on the TDM. TDM breed choice does not need to match an application. All threads from the TDM can remain canon even if breed is changed later when applying to game. The lore reason for this would be instability of a character's form when first pulled in. Breed choice cannot currently be changed once within the game, so choose wisely when applying!

As a reminder, TDM participation is a required part of our Application to join. Both top leveling your characters and tagging around is encouraged!

For those without Invites who are interested in applying, feel free to join our discord and inquire about potentially receiving an invite.

All Mod Invited Players are allowed to extend unlimited invites to those they wish.

For those with invitations, Reservations are open along with this TDM! Please put in a Reservation if you are intending to join the game.

Applications open on the 1st of February and priority will be given to Reserved players. The first round of acceptances to the game will go out Feb. 4th along with an IC Introduction Event.

Not sure what Breed you want to pick for your character? Head over to our Design Workshop! Moderation and other potential players would be happy to help brainstorm.

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Comments

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[ she’s not . . . running, but seeing her tears wrenches his new gut around. to be remembered, not forgotten, and to be mourned, that may have been what he selfishly wanted for at least a little bit, but seeing it happen—

he doesn’t like seeing her heart broken a second time. there’s no amount of pleading that could give him forgiveness, he didn’t want to accept any of the sort at this point.

but the tremble in his agape lips speak for him. it hurts. it swells his heart and stings it all at once, like the inviting warmth of a fire and the delving of a blade. his hands reach out first, he inhales afterward in an attempt to speak. even as he fixes the scarf comfortably around her neck, snug and protective, he croaks before a real word comes out. ]

—Don’t cry. [ he was never able to hold her face, and tentatively, as if to see if reality wasn’t bending to his demise, to see if she was really there, his thumb corners one of the tears building in her eyes, right on top of the scar he gave her. he can feel the words come in rambles, without any thought, ] I’m sorry I . . . For everything.

[ he can’t stop himself from acknowledging the face, and resenting himself for it. ]

[stopfen]

[It was a struggle, she swallowed, bit her lip to hold them back. But she managed it. Even if her lashes were wet, she'd kept her tears from falling. Mikasa's shoulders hunched, tensing as her got closer and closer.

She'd missed him. Wanted to see him more than anything when she'd sat by his grave. Now? Now she was scared. Because shouldn't have been there, he couldn't be. But he was and it was dizzying.

It was small. But Mikasa flinched when he touched her scarf, his fingers glancing her cardigan. Warm fingers, alive. Unable to move as reached for her face, only her ears pinning back.]

You... [Her voice was weak, just a small croak that leaked out.] You made me kill you...

[To stop him. Forced her to choose between him and the world.

Abruptly, she pulled back. Only by a small step on those uneasy deer legs. Then she just stared. Needing to see him, see how his cheeks had more colour, the bags under his eyes less prominent. ]

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[ and just like something too good to really be true, she retreats from his reach. she observes him with frightened doe eyes, and all eren could do was stay frozen where he was. it was becoming torture to face it now. maybe he'd been a coward from the start. it was a horrible plan to stick to. it was one he couldn't relinquish his grasp from, and he doesn't chase after it.

he had been too far broken for any sort of return, and begs to question why he has. she was right. he staged the entire thing for her to kill him. it had to be her.

his gaze lingers on the ground in awful, building shame. ]

I couldn't, anymore . . . [ he couldn't live normally. he couldn't run away. he couldn't do anything that would save himself. ] My head was . . . Screwed up.

[ he stops himself from saying 'sorry' a second time. ]

[stopfen]

[She had no control over her ears, the way they flicked towards him when he spoke, back when he was silent. Fear making her fur stand on end, tail pressed low. Mikasa couldn't take her eyes off him, even after backing away.

Absently, she lifted a front hoof. Holding it up. Then stamping it. It was barely audible over the chatter of the hall. A warning... But it was only one.]

I...I [She paused again. What was she supposed to say? There had been so many things, she'd said them at his grave. But now he was here, in the flesh she couldn't say them. She trembled. ]

...Missed you.

[A whisper. But it was all she could manage.]

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[ eren’s own ears pin forward even more than the curls of keratin that grow their way around them like a ram’s. he heard her in the loud midst of talking, as if she were the only one in the room.

and he can’t quite believe what he’s heard. well, he could— but he was so deep in self-loathing he had to repeat it in his head in hopes that it was true. there are words that he has never heard. strange, that he’s never heard them when it was all they felt for each other a very, very long time.

this wasn’t fair. this was so unfair to her and yet— it was like a fracture of hope had touched and quelled the ache in his heart. that is, all before it started to hurt again. it wasn’t right to keep holding onto that. ]

Why didn’t you just— forget me?

[stopfen]

[Mikasa's ears were still twisting, searching for a threat that wasn't there. Something was deeply wrong. namely that he was before her, she couldn't get over how impossible it should have been.

She felt dizzy, she couldn't stop her body from trembling. She wasn't sure how to feel.

Then he spoke again and she finally managed to bring her eyes up to look at him again. Her voice cracking.]

How- How could I forget? After everything... [Saving her on that day, all those days as children playing, learning together. He'd been a part of her life as long as her parents had been.

He'd been her life. And now he was gone.

Even if it hurt to remember him, it'd hurt more to forget.]

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[ the eren before the truth and the eren after the truth were two in one, even though eren himself thought the latter completely erased from existence. she didn’t want to forget him, and that makes him selfishly happy. it also brings pangs of disgust. he shouldn’t be happy, not even a sting. ]

Exactly . . . After everything. [ he wants to stay here. he wants to be with her for as long as she stays. he wants to say it: i want to be with you. but they are words only armin has ever heard him speak like a baby, and he can’t bubble them past his lips yet. ] I—

[ he tries, and in a fit of escalating nervousness when he looks at her face, her beautiful face and her heart still open to his ugliness—]

I can’t be here—

[ he should be dead in the ground and leaving her in peace. so, he flees from her. but it’s not exactly successful. ]

[stopfen]

[She'd never forget. Not truly, even if parts of him slipped her mind as she grew old. Like her parents, how her faces were now blurred when she thought of them.

Then he's doing what she'd tried to do, bolt. Making an even worse attempt at it, at least Mikasa had stayed upright as her legs trembled. His legs were just... kinda flopping. Without thinking that herd instinct Mikasa turned to the same direction he was going, taking a few small steps the same way.]

...Where are you going?

[She couldn't bring herself to touch him. It was as if he'd crumple to dust if she did. But she followed.]

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[ she’s getting closer and now all eren’s heart does is rush, mixed with feelings and urges to leave, yet when the prospect of being alone pops up—

he’s terrified of that, too.

he’s as useless as he’s always been, flipping and flopping and causing mass destruction as his flank is thrown around and crashes into tables and chairs. he’s embarrassed by the time mikasa sounds after him, wishing to hide his head in the ground. his only follow up some moments after. ]

S-somewhere— [ anywhere but here, thanks!! he’s as read as an entire tomato. ] I don’t know . . . How to face you.