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Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Have an old muse you want to dust off, or voice test a brand new one in our game setting? Then you've come to the right place!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You've just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat, with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat, but the vessel seems to be approaching a harbor with what appears to be.. are those floating islands? They sure are! And as if that isn't mind boggling enough, no one seems to have answers. But you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device and send you on your way. Perhaps the questions can wait for now. There's a new place to explore!

2. Go Exploring!: There's plenty of places to see, be it in your designated housing area, or on one of the adjoining community islands! Visit the market on Aerilon. Hike the mountains in Eurus. Sit on the beaches of Imber with a cocktail. Adventure in the forests of Mundus. Be careful though! Every area has it's dangers.

3. Party, party!: On the evening of your first night in the city, a party is being thrown on Aerilon in honor of your arrival. Eat, mingle, dance, meet the other new arrivals! The locals put on quite the celebration!

4. Wild Card! Customize your own scenario to fit your needs!

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Hawkeye feels like swearing himself, because that's clearly what the well-armed young woman is doing, even though he doesn't understand any of the words, the intention is there. "I second that." He says, taking a few more steps up to her, turning the map around and around in his hands. He doesn't much like maps. He prefers just to find his way. Not that it's advisable in Korea, with the mines and the snipers and the bored MPs milling around. But there doesn't seem to be any of that here.

He looks around them, to see if the new arrivals are being shown through to some sort of training room, some sort of offices where they'll be given a proper explanation. Or at least some instructions. But clearly he's been in the army too long.

"Looks like we might be stuck in this together." He says, although he doesn't seem upset about this, after all, who can complain when you've got a pretty young woman as your companion? That's when he sees the dragon, a change in the light making it suddenly obvious, and the man in army fatigues leaps backwards. "Aggghh!"

Kaylin glanced over as he spoke, one hand dropping to rest on the pommel of her dagger, her other arm holding, well, everything they just handed her. But one or both hands resting on her daggers is her at ease state, so it isn't MEANT to be alarming.

Stuck in this together? What was that supposed to mean? In her world there were many people who could read minds. It was not generally a power needed with Kaylin, since her expressions showed her thoughts quite openly. She never mastered to hide her feelings well, so the fact that her latest round of cursing was staying inside her mouth didn't make it any less obvious that she was confused and ****ed.

She had finally managed to swallow down the words she wanted to say, to try and chose ones, if possible, that were more diplomatic - and there were reasons she was kept away from people who required diplomacy as often as Iron Jaw could manage - when he cried out and leapt backwards.

She dropped the stuff she had been given there, drawing both daggers as she turned to face whatever he had seen and saw... just more people like them, milling about. She swore, turning back to him, rising from the crouch she had dropped into. "What the ****s?" she asked, bluntly.

There were reasons she hadn't been on the case with the missing money. Only some of them involved the possible end of the world.

Daggers? Daggers were strange, but they weren't too far removed from the knives that some GI's carried, especially out in Korea. The weird armour? That was weird. Pretty damn weird, but he could have dealt with the armour if there hadn't been the lizard.

It had to be a lizard because dragons weren't real. Lizards didn't normally come with wings, and you couldn't normally sort-of see through them, but his brain refused to accept anything else.

He didn't even notice the attractive curve of her body when she crouched down, which really did say something about his state of mind at that moment. Normally, Hawke was all for noticing how pretty anatomy could be. He didn't even notice the swearing, his attention, and gaze, still firmly on the lizard. He was just going to call it a lizard. Lizard was easiest.

"That. I... where we come from, they don't have wings." He managed, although the first word came out as a croak. And then, pulling himself together, he got up off the cobbles. "Sorry. Been a long day. Very long. I, er," He paused again, still watching the lizard, "I'm Benjamin Pierce. But everyone calls me Hawke. Or Hey you!."

Not his best ever joke, but it helped him find his smile again, even if it was a little fragile.

"They don't... ?" she was confused... until the creature bit her ear. She swore at it, then blinked. "Oh. Right. Sorry, got used to people being done with the staring at it. Him. It." she shook her head. How the ****s should I know. "They have familiars where you're fro.... Hawk?" her mind caught up to her mouth then. Teela would say it was faster than usual for her. Then she'd smack Teela and have a bruised hand. Odd thoughts that lead to odd expressions. She shook them away.

"Private" still, *** it all, "Kaylin Neya...." she said slowly, watching him. "Of the Hawks....."

Now even without the introduction and the armour, he could have guessed she was some sort of career soldier. It was the way she'd gone from neutral to attack in about half a second. Much faster than any enlisted men he'd met so far, then again, a lot of the enlisted men he'd met were bandaged up and on stretchers, so maybe that didn't count.

"Familiars? Not outside of Halloween." He said, "I guess were we come from, we just call them pets."

He'd been unthinkingly reaching out to touch the lizard, but paused with his hand half-way towards it when she continued. "The Maine Hawks?" He asked, with a bit more of a grin, "Or maybe you're from the other side of the family, the God-Only-Knows-Where Hawks?"

"Where the ****s is Halloween?" she asked, confused. She'd go there, wherever it was, if they could tell her how to get rid of this thing, or at least how the ****s to understand it. The familiar squawked at her and smacked her face with a wing. She swore, but understood that much at least. It was irritated with her. Again. Great.

"Main Hawks? There is only one branch of Hawks," she said, as if he were slow. "Investigate, enforce the laws." Represent, Kaylin. Represent the laws. "Arrest criminals. Hawks."

The familiar eyed his hand, head cocked. The eyes were the only non-translucent thing about the beast, looking black as jet, with hints of color, like dark opals. It stood on her shoulder and stretched, spreading one wing over her hair, and the other over nothing, still eyeing his hand like it might be a tasty treat.

"If you breathe on him, so help me, I will find out if it is possible to strangle you," she threatened it.

It trilled angrily at her.

"One day I will learn what it's saying," she muttered to Hawkeye. "I'm sure there had to be at least one useful word in there somewhere."

Hawke opens his mouth, about to explain, and then stops. Halloween isn't hard to explain, but it might take a while, and right now it's not exactly important. What the girl goes on to say, now that takes up a really big chunk of his processing power.

"You mean... like the police?" He asks. "When people say Of the Somewhere So-and-Sos they normally mean family. Distant family." Things are clearly very, very different where she's from. Lizards with wings, girls in armor, Hawk police. If he wasn't so off-kilter he might have found that funny.

He took a breath, dropping his hand away from the lizard. Best not to pet it, considering it didn't seem to be very friendly. He might have his medical bag with him, but that didn't mean he wanted to try and put stitches in his own fingers.

"I don't think that day is going to be today." He says, glancing around the dock. "I don't think anyone else is going to come by and try to help us out. How about we stick together until we know exactly what this place is?"

She nodded. "Detectives. The Swords keep the peace, the Hawks pick up when they fail and solve the crimes." They're the ones who do the ***** work. "The Wolves hunt the most dangerous of the criminals." she shrugged. "Generally when one gives a last name that indicates their family, doesn't it?" she tried to ask that snidely, her expression however looks just a bit too guilty, as if her last name, Neya, wouldn't indicate anything at all. And it wouldn't. Kaylin Neya is the only good lie she's ever told, because it was a lie that became the truth. Kaylin Neya was born the day she let go of her old life and took a new name, and a new path.

She shrugged again at his offer that they stick together. "Might as well, for now. But if you see a large angry Leontine heading our way, do yourself a favor and stand behind me. When he says he'll rip my throat out, he probably doesn't mean it. No one here to cash in the betting pool against."

Ah, that made some sort of sense. "So they're job descriptions? Ranks, well, roles I guess?" She did say she was a private, didn't she? If this was the bottom rung of the ladder, he didn't want to surprise or upset someone further up, he might not live long enough to regret it.

"Normally. But the posh loud-mouths like to let people know they're the right sort of people." He explains, "Don't look at me, I didn't set up the system." And he didn't. It was only for people like Charles Winchester who didn't want anyone to think he wasn't the right sort of Winchester.

Hawkeye had no idea where they were, but there was a wide street leading away from the port, so that seemed like the way to go. "Assume I don't know what a... Leontine is."

"Isn't that what I just said?" she asked. Was he stupid? She didn't have to ask that one, it was clear from her expression. "It's my job. I get paid. Barely." That last was muttered under her breath. She just knew Iron Jaw was going to find a way to dock her pay chit over this too. *******.

"Those sort of people I'm generally kept far away from." Like that one customer of Margot's who wanted her fired for not recognizing her family crest. Of course, the girl had wanted Margot arrested, so she wasn't all bad.

She walked with him if he led, out of habit. It could be a bad habit, if it weren't for the fact that she could **** well take care of herself. She looked at him, again, like he was a moron. "Covered in fur, sharp fangs, gold eyes if you're really lucky. My luck is ****. they'll be red. claws that make swords superfluous. The only race I know that acknowledges a rank lower than Private."

"If you think you're paid badly, you should join the Army." Hawkeye replies. Even for the doctors, the pay is peanuts. He and BJ have spent many hours discussing how much they could have been earning back home and without someone shooting at them all the time. He didn't even ask for the job, which made it worse.

He glanced sidelong at her. "That sounds like the best place to be. You'll have to teach me." Of course, she probably didn't do anything more than be her charming self, which was what Hawke did all day every day, any yet he still had to deal with pompous idiots.

"Ah, those Leontines. I thought you meant the ones with stripes." He replies dead-pan. "Although from what you've described, they sound like a few Majors I know. But they never acknowledge anyone below Captains, which is just my luck."

She snorted and swore lightly. "The Army? Not a chance. Lord Dimart already wants to reduce me to a small pile of ash, and I only have to deal with him twice a week now." She eyed him. "You know, Red is paid decently well, ever consider being a coroner?" Not something she'd ever want to do. She worked too **** hard to preserve life. She appreciated what Red did, but she couldn't do it.

....what..... sounded like the best place to be....? She had no clue what the ****s he was talking about, and she didn't feel like asking.

"Stripes of both kind," she said with a shrug. "He's the Sergeant. But you're civilian, right? You should be more or less safe. Ripping out your throat would cause paperwork. and his wives would be ****ed off at him."

"A coroner?" He laughed. "I see enough dead bodies as it is. I'm in the business of trying to stop people getting that far," He said, gesturing to the red cross on his bag. That was a pretty universal symbol, right? But if she didn't get it, then he'd made it pretty clear. "not that anyone becomes an army doctor for the money. No one who should be a doctor, anyway."

Hawkeye frowns. He's hardly keeping up with her world as she describes it. It's just... too complex. Monsters that are sergeants that are married that... no. Just stop, Hawke. You need a drink before you try and work this out. "Enlisted. Just for the duration, trust me." He explains. "Like I said, there's no money in being an army doctor."

She glanced at him when he said the thing about trying to stop people from getting that far. "Me too," she said with a shrug, though there was a hint of grudging respect in her eyes, because Kaylin Neya can't keep a *** thought off of her face. "I said something like that to Red once." She was 14 for crying out loud. "He pointed out that if he can figure out how someone one died in time, we can find the killer and keep anyone else from winding up on a slab." She liked Red, oddly enough, though she had thought him a monster at first. But it was like they said in the fiefs, the dead don't care.

"Enlisted?" she asked with a frown, she knew the word; but it made no sense in this context. "If you want a job for money, be a merchant," she said, the sneer on her face at the word merchant was priceless. She ranked merchants somewhere near where she ranked magic. A thing she hated but sometimes was forced to admit the necessity or use of. She still hated both. Of course, between how little money she ever had to spend, and what her job was, most of her interactions with merchants - like most of her interactions with larger magics - involved a crime.

"Jobs like medics and Hawks are done because they need to be done. Or, if you're like Teela, because you're bored and ran out of siblings to murder," she muttered under her breath.

Hawkeye nods, that all seems very... police-y to him. That's how they work, isn't it? But forensic science isn't up to much where he's from, and it's always seemed like a waste of medical training. "I guess it depends- if you're a doctor with terrible bedside manner, at least dead patients can't complain."

He shakes his head, "That sounds a lot like hard work. Doctor's back home- if they aren't in the army- they get real rich real quick. Some of them don't even worry about making people better after that." But not all of them. His dad- he can't continue that thought. Not when a horrible black pit opens in his stomach. His dad.

"I..." Hawkeye began, but his trail of thought was gone. He could only vaguely recall what the girl had said, something about jobs and murder and he couldn't really form an answer. Not with everything crashing down around his ears.

Sounds like a job for Frank, then. She shrugged. "Moran is worse than the drill master, but when we're hurt, we wouldn't trade her for... no. when we're fine we wouldn't trade her for anything, when we're hurt we want to show her we aren't as **** fast as **** well possible," she amended.

She snorted. "Healers make good money, but they live in a pretty gilded cage and only heal at the whim of the emperor." Except for Kaylin. There were so many reasons her secrets needed to stay secrets. Her eyes flicked to her bracer then away. She was **** bad at secrets. Especially in emergencies.

"You... what?"

Listening to the girl was an education. She was maybe ten years younger than Hawke, and swore worse than any of the regular soldiers he'd ever met. Most of the navy didn't swear so much, if he was being honest about it. Still, it didn't offend him, it was just one of those quirks of speech, he guessed. He was going to start doing it to see how many words she could get through before cursing again.

"I was thinking about my dad." Hawkeye said, having taken a moment to collect himself. "And the people back home. Do they think I'm dead? Again? Are they looking for me?" He pushes his hand through his mop of dark hair, not really talking to her, more at her. "Look, I know this is all new to you too but I get the feeling where you came from wasn't much fun. I mean, I came from the middle of a war so maybe I'm the one that's nuts, but I'd like to find someone around here that can tell me where here is, and how I can get out of it!"

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"Last time I fell off the... Oh *****. Sorry, but no one is trying to eat us, we don't seem to be in danger, I sure as ****s would rather not try and call him to try to get us home. I'd rather not owe him anything more than I already do." Her expression was dark, and she kept her hands at her sides by sheer force of will; curling her fingers around the pommels of the daggers.

She sighed heavily and looked at him. "Dead again? How many times have you died?" Had he not been so clearly mortal, that would have worried her. But the undying weren't so.... well, she was pretty sure she could take him down. She didn't favor her odds one on one against the undying. Maybe this was some other magic. She really hated magic.

"If you were in the middle of a war, and now you're not, why the *****s would you want to go back?" She might have failed history, but that one seemed pretty obvious to her.

"Dead, me?" He shakes his head, "I wasn't ever dead, not even once. Not even if I look it in the morning. But someone filed some paperwork wrong, and suddenly my Dad thinks I'm dead, I don't get paid, nothing." The not getting paid was annoying, but his Dad's frantic call was worse. Not being able to get through to him for hours and hours...

And now maybe he thought his son was dead all over again. But this time, Hawkeye couldn't just pick up the phone and make a long-distance call back home.

"Because all the people I care about are still stuck in that war!" He doesn't mean to shout, not at her, not at anyone, but his nerves are frayed and he's frightened, and she's the only one there. "Why would I want to be here, wherever the hell this place is, while my friends are out there?" He gestures, although he has no idea which direction they're in, really. It's something to do, and he feels better for it. Not much, but a little.

She made a face, at the not getting paid bit. Clearly that would bother her more than the dead bit. Priorities are a bit of a thing, but she would be the first to point out that if she died, getting paid wouldn't matter.

She gave him such an odd look. "If you're going to waste your time and energy trying to get back because of that, wouldn't it be a **** of a lot more productive trying to spend that time and energy to bringing them HERE? You know, where immortals aren't trying to murder each other heedless of the mortals dying around them?" Okay, she wasn't sure if that was a FAIR description of the draco-barrani wars, but she failed history - as people keep reminding her.

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