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Test Drive 1
Test Drive 1
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and judging by how you're pulling out your best 90s schlock bullet time impression evading my VERY REASONABLE INQUIRIES, i'd say that there's a solid chance that you are planning to, as i said, go too far!
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see you around on here, i guess
[Getting leave from school to go "save the world, maybe," is depressingly easy. There's a reason why Frisk doesn't use that excuse whenever they want to cut class for a less legitimate reason.
Similarly, getting a Dream Width-equipped Manacutter off the Institute doesn't require a lot of paperwork. Really the most tedious part of the whole ordeal is the trip itself; days of navigating and flying and working on homework while they make their way to this "Iden" place. It's not part of the Interdimensional Cloud naturally, but their engine still works just fine.
Frisk's arrival is heralded by a portion of the sky turning a distorted purple, clouds swirling around their entry point as a Manacutter airship flies out and not-so-smoothly touches down. At least the vehicle is still intact. Sighing, Frisk moves to get out of the cockpit.]
You know, this is really not how I imagined first contact with outside-cloud worlds would go.
Granted, I didn't imagine ANY first contact would happen, but my point stands.
we action now,
While they're turned away, Azra rockets in, as if catapulted. (She was, in fact, thrown.) Her axe makes one single motion, cutting as she flies past, right at Frisk's neck for a decapitation.
The axe is also on fire.
As Azra lands, feet skidding along the ground due to the speed of the landing, she digs her axe in for better stopping power. ]
Discussion over.
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And there's their prospective murderer. Great. Prescience can be difficult to beginner Time Mages to adjust to. Seeing a vision of potential futures at the same time as but not overlaid with your current reality is a recipe for a migraine. But Frisk's gotten used to it.
More importantly, they're not just a time mage.
They're a time lord.
Slow Motion.
When Azra skids to a stop, she'll find that Frisk is casually leaning against her ask, inspecting their nails.]
Wow, I'm honestly kinda flattered that they'd send their best warrior after me right away.
[They wink.]
And their cutest, too.
[The effect is somewhat diminished by the small cut on their cheek, still bleeding. Azra is fast, and they weren't expecting to get attacked right out of the gate. This... is going to be tougher than Frisk thought at first.
Hopefully their nonchalant, cavalier attitude will go a long way towards deescalating things.]
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Azra's grip on her axe tightens, and her expression goes from "just doing my murder job" to "you've done fucked up." ]
It's good to see we were right. You all really are the same as the other Invaders.
[ That's about all she says before Azra is moving again. She can't rocket towards Frisk like that opening volley - she had to literally be thrown by the Dark Lord for that - but she's quick like a... cat. Even when twirling around a giant battleaxe.
She moves in with a series of slashes that would not work with less strength wielding this axe. Each one is aimed to kill or, at the very least, take off a limb. Taking off a limb is as good as winning a fight, after all.
Unless Frisk has instant regeneration. Azra wouldn't discount the possibility.
But mainly... she has to keep Frisk's attention on her. ]
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They figured something happened on this world to make them so hostile to "Invaders," and with a sinking feeling they realize that it might have been duly earned on their part.
Once again, they activate Slow Motion and keep dodging Azra's strikes, but all of them are far too close to comfort even with Prescience helping them. From Azra's perspective, it seems like Frisk is casually flashstepping out of the way, but the effort they expend is far from casual.
In a brief pause between strikes, Frisk slides backwards, staring down Azra with a remorseful expression on their face. Whatever the case, Azra clearly has their attention now.] Crap, sorry, I-
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There's nothing I can do to get across to you that I'm actually sorry at this point, is there?
I don't know what these other Invaders did to this place, or you for that matter, but I swear to you I'm just here to make sure whatever your queen is planning won't hurt any of the people I care about. The moment I'm assured of that, I'll leave here and never come back.
I'm not going to hurt you. I don't think trust is going to get me anywhere at this point, but I just want to talk.
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[ Azra is using this... opportunity... to back away from Frisk?
That's probably fine. After all, Frisk's attention is on her, right? ]
It doesn't matter if you think you're going to hurt us or not. Invaders don't come here looking to cause harm, they just don't care if the people who live here are collateral in their selfish whims.
[ From the distance behind Frisk, an airship is rising into the air. Azra tries not to let her eyes follow it, to give away that it's there. ]
And the Princess is cursed, she can't talk to any of you in person even if she wanted to. But you don't care about that, right?
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...wait. She's cursed? What happened? What is it about us Invaders that's so harmful to her?
[Frisk cocks their head to the side, genuinely curious... and their attention is completely on Azra and not the airship approaching behind them.]
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There was a prophecy that she would fall in love with somebody from another world. What it means is that she'll fall in love with the first off-worlder - Invader - that she sees.
[ And then, just to make a jab at Frisk and their earlier flirt, ] Bet you'd enjoy that.
[ That is, thankfully, all Azra has to say before the airship is in place. And then the entire area in front of Azra for dozens of feet in every direction is being decimated by the airship's main weapon, turning an entire tree into large chunks of wood being fired at high speed. ]
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Are you kidding me? That's the SKEEVIEST THING I have EVER heard! Who gave that prophecy, I need to give them a piece-
[Then the airship attacks.
Hypothetically, Frisk could try to evade using Slow Motion and avoid the worst of the damage. Hypothetically. They're not sure if they're good enough for that.
But the important part is that it's aiming directly at Azra.
There's really only one thing to do.]
LOOK OUT!
[Frisk flashteps in front of Azra (leaving their back conveniently open to attack) as they erect a Buster Barrier around them. It's not nearly enough to deflect all the damage, and they're left bloody, beaten and bruised by the end of the barrage, but they're still standing. Barely.]
You... you...
JACKASSES! [they yell at thin air, panting.] WHAT KIND OF BASTARD FIRES AN ATTACK LIKE THAT WHILE THEIR ALLY'S STILL IN RANGE? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
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Actually.... the fact Frisk survives might even be in part to the spread of fire being lower closer to Azra.
Still, Azra doesn't feel quite right murdering Frisk with their back turned, after trying to defend her.
......Hm, something's wrong with this. ]
Why'd you try to save me though? So I'd owe you? Am I supposed to repay your kindness with devotion?
[ She grips her axe harder. ]
I'm hesitating. That's always the first sign that the mind-control is worming its way in...
[ Well, it's giving Frisk a chance to back away from Azra, which is probably a good idea. ]
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[Frisk splutters, completely and utterly flabbergasted. What on Earth (or Iden, apparently) happened to this poor woman and her world to make that her first assumption?]
BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET HURT, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE OF ME?
I-
Okay. [Frisk takes a deep breath.
Oh, this is going to suck so hard.]
I surrender.
[They brace themself, instinctively cringing away and squeezing their eyes shut in preparation for a beheading despite their every attempt to look brave for the camera.]
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Azra hesitates again. It's hard to stay angry at this.
And... what if Cami can think of a way to use this?
Azra sticks her axe in the ground. Pulls out a book - leather cover with a mirror on the outside. She starts writing in it, addressing the message to the princess. ]
They surrendered. What do I do?
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Ilai is holding fire.
Azra, you have fought them, and so I will defer to you. If I were to leave to meet them, would you be able to fight while protecting me if this one were to reveal ill intentions?
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I think so. They're good at dodging. But they've taken some hits already. I could finish them if they tried anything.
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[There's a short pause, as though Cami hesitates to write what she does next.]
I shall bring the necessities. I will be blindfolded, and I shall bring my spear as well.
And in case of the worst, a dagger.
[The dagger... is for her own eyes if the worst happens.]
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[ Slamming her book shut, she talks to Frisk again. Finally. ]
The Princess is coming. Don't get any funny ideas.
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Oh man, I really thought you were going to kill me there!
...I mean, you still probably are, but, uh. After negotiations.
[They sigh, stuffing their hands in their pockets.]
I'm... sorry, by the way. I really need to get out of the habit of opening battles with flirting. [They chuckle awkwardly.] I doubt it's nearly as cute when a fifteen year-old who's hit their growth spurt does it as opposed to a tiny twelve year-old.
Hold on, I got an idea.
[They dig a few pellets out of their pocket and present them to Azra.]
These are smoke pellets. With just a little bit of magic I can make them last a long time and shape them. I was thinking I could use one so that I'm covered in smoke and the princess won't have to look at me?
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And don't flirt with her either. You're right, it's not cute.
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[They put the pellets back and just. Stand there. Occasionally fidgeting, looking into the horizon for any sign of the princess.]
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She wears a long, flowing dress, lightly covered with leather armor. In one hand, she carries a spear, the head glowing with holy light. In the other, she carries a dagger, unmagical, yet sharp- Cruelly practical. Her eyes are covered by a black cloth, and she is guided by an elderly Japanese man, who murmurs something to Camiel as they stop.]
Know, Invader, that your surrender has not yet been accepted. I seek understanding, but I will not allow that desire to risk my people. Should you move with ill intent, Azra's axe will take your head. Should you speak with ill intent, my spear will take your heart. Do you understand and accept this, Invader?
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Fortunately, they know that their instincts at this point are wrong, so they instead bow in deference (even if she can't see it) and say in the most neutral tone they can muster,] Understood, Your Majesty.
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[The spear's glow seems to shift, subtly- As though it just acknowledged Frisk's agreement.]
Why did you come here?
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Three years ago, me and several people from a wide variety of worlds were brought to a planet called Vaikuntha in waves. We were tasked with defending it from an ancient conspiracy to re-summon a dragon god and begin the cycle of a world-eating Calamity anew. Our primary benefactor, Empress Ramaa, entrusted us all with the task of finding and awakening four legendary Eidolons to help defeat the dragon god when the time came.
Long story short, Ramaa played us all like a fiddle. She was the source of the scheme, and the worst part is that she won. Several times. The only reason why I'm standing before you today is because a fault in reality allowed us to repeat the same three days over and over again until we got everything perfect enough to take her on.
The reason I bring all of this up is that part of her scheme was, indeed, "defending" and "reconstructing" her old "nation." She was so desperate to get it back, to protect it from everything else, that she was willing to do anything in the name of that cause.
I admit I judged too quickly and let my past experiences [i.e. traumas] dictate my response, but the way you kept avoiding all of my questions as to what, exactly, you would do if the BadgerNet because a sufficient threat and what impact that would have on all the worlds connected to it reminded me far, far too much of Empress Ramaa.
I panicked, made assumptions, and floored it to get here, where I was intercepted by your soldier.
So I am here to ask you: if BadgerNet were judged to be a sufficient threat, would you cause harm to the other worlds connected to it if it meant uprooting the threat from Iden?
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