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"There are few such creatures in this hole in the ground in which we reside. It is far easier when you are playing with scoundrels to speak in tongues. -- Xithymia
WELCOME TO THE LABORATORY. DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO COMPLETE THE MAGE TRIALS?
THESE ARE ROLEPLAY TRYOUTS predomantly. This means the bulk of this tryout will be done through roleplaying through a situation. To tryout, fill out the form at the bottom of this thread first. After filling out the form, you can immediately jump into the roleplay that starts on the first response to this thread.
For the purposes of this thread, your cat is already the daughter of Xithymia and Hilo. By trying out for the thread, you are making your cat a part of the family. After the thread, if you do not earn the mage position, you are more than welcome to still keep the kitten as a daughter of Xi and Hilo ! It is finally time for the daughters of the two felines to compete for the mage position.
You may give your cat whatever name you want. She may have whatever personality you would like her too, within reason. There are some things you should take into consideration when you are crafting your character through this rp, though.
1 ) Their household is rather disfunctional. Xithymia is a sociopath and a scientist, and the only reason she had kittens was to complete her duty to the clan. She is incapable of making meaningful connections with other cats, at least immediately. Because of this, she would be a distant mother. The kittens will call her by her first name and not mom. She is strict and detached from them. That being said, she is not abusive to them. She has just raised them in a way devoid of maternal love. They still get all of their needs met.
2 ) Their father can have some treasonous sentiments, and he's also a philosopher. He allows himself to be experimented on by Xithymia, willingly or otherwise, Basically, both parents show signs of being deeply troubled and the relationship is troubled between the two. If you are interested in the dynamic of the two, click here.
3 ) Xithymia values intelligence and the search for knowledge above all things. She does not consider herself a doctor. She considers herself a scientist. She knows what she is doing and is perfectly capable of healing, but that isn't her primary goal.
4 ) Everyone can just google herbs. I'm uninterested in whether or not your mage candidate knows all of the answers. I am interested in dynamics, ability to rp a cat that has reason to be troubled in nature, and roleplay ability in general. However, you don't have to pretend your cat knows absolutely nothing. They would have watched their mother for six months in the Shaman's den. That being said, your cat doesn't have to get everything right.
5 ) In this rp, they would be close to six moons old. In addition to this, your character must be female, without exception
FORMAT Cat's Name : ( you can also post a bio if you would like, but that is not required at this stage) Activity in PI: optional but recommended QUESTION: The relationship between Mother and Daughter will not be particularly close at first, but the two must work together for the sake of the group. Please create a possible plot between the mage and shaman to increase that bond. You may include as much or as little detail as you deem necessary.
Edited Nov 29, 2018 17:05:03 GMT -5 By Deleted
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POSTEDNov 28, 2018 20:02:40 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
This was the first time that she had invited anyone she intended to live into her lab. Normally, business as usual was conducted in the Shaman's den. That was where her normal patients resided and received general care. It was also where her kittens had been predominantly raised. Before this day, there were only two cats that had ever walked into the laboratory of Xithymia and escaped with their life. The first was her mother. She had needed assistance with her experiment on a piece of prey Vera had told her to analyze, and she hadn't wanted to carry the dissected corpse across the territory from the hollow just outside of the garden. The second cat that had seen the hollow of Xithymia sat next to her. Her mate, Hilo, had been here more than once, simply because she enjoyed trying new things on him.
Now, there was an entire group in her space. It was normally a space only she and a victim, or she and her latest experiment normally resided in. Now, there were more than a handful of heartbeats in the hollow that smelled like a mix between flowers and death. She had always intended this to be the first time anyone else saw her space, simply because it would be what was necessary. Her potential mage would be invited into her space by default, so she had to make sure that the feline that she chose could stomach the things that happened behind these walls.
She glanced at Hilo, before passing him the mash of herbs on a leaf. "Consume these, please," she meowed to him, before turning to their daughters.
"Welcome to the Laboratory. Do you have what it takes to be my mage?"
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POSTEDNov 29, 2018 17:39:43 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Iron stomach isn't normally a term used to describe 6 month old kits, and yet, already, Scylla-chan had one. She was just hoping it was iron enough to handle whatever went on within these walls.
Being in the league helped with being able to cope with horrific stuff, so did growing up in the Shaman's den and being subject to the horrifying maladies that came in. It figured, no cat in the league ever walked in with something as simple as a thorn in their paw, and the type of wounds one got during a battle to the death wasn't typically a shallow flesh wound. On top of that, her own unique 'activities' added just another list of reason's why she shouldn't have had to fear what surrounded her. And yet, she expected the worst.
Her face didn't reveal her first impressions of the place very well, if only because she'd near mastered the art of keep a straight face. Her eyes glanced around a little less than nervously, though a ways from relaxed, as she chose all her steps with all the sort of well-placed carefulness of someone walking into a death trap. She supposed, in a way, she kind of was. Still, slight movements and motions, the sort of subconscious, instinctual reactions that takes longer to learn to mask revealed themselves in bit and pieces on her figure, and one could perhaps determine a look of laid-back curiosity intermingled with cautiousness for her general reaction to everything she was seeing.
Then she took a seat among her kin, in front of the two cats who birthed her. The question merely made her whiskers twitch, but it was clear there was more going on behind that cool though slightly suspicious look resting on her face. She didn't want to be the first to respond, she didn't know if there was even a good answer, and instead let her eyes trace her siblings' features, waiting to see if one of them had something they'd like to say, or if Xithymia would once again be forced to say something to break the lingering, uneasy silence.
Cat’s Name ;; Elara Activity ;; Just rejoined Question ;;tba
Unlike her siblings, she could not see it all. Her eyes shifting across the area, but only taking in small blurs. She had long since gotten past the frustrations that came with her poor vision. Simply turning her eyes then, to gaze at her mother blankly, the feline let her other senses take over. The smell of death stuck to her nose, clouding her nasal passages. It was enough that it almost made her choke, and she had to clear her throat for a second. Other smells lingered, somewhat stronger than the rest. Herbs she was sure that Xithymia had used to experiment on others.
Elara-chan sat in silence for the longest. Her tail was wrapped around her lightly-hued body, the sandy markings always looked odd along her furs, and her eyes continuing to gaze blankly at the pair before her. When none of her siblings spoke, she gave a small scoff of irritation. Mouse brained fools.”Of course one of us does. For all of our sakes, I hope that none of are us are too ignorant to boast who can do it and who cannot. I believe that is ultimately up to you, isn’t it, Xithymia?” She tilted her head slightly to the side, but only slightly as she awaited an answer.
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POSTEDDec 12, 2018 21:49:25 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Xithymia narrowed her eyes at her child. Out of all of the kittens in the litter, she was least enthused at the one who bore the strikes of blindness. Weakness was worthless to her, and, had she known that Elara's eyes would have proved almost useless upon birth, the young cat would have been the sacrifice. Unfortunately, she had had a lapse of judgement the cold evening that she gave birth, and the wrong feline was given the right to life. Elara would not have seen such a gesture, though, and the impatience that she had with such a response didn't touch her voice. Xithymia was good at making it so that no emotion ever crossed into her voice, unless she directly wanted it.
"Of course it is up to me," she meowed, her voice cold and detached. She spoke to them often like this, making it clear that there was little maternal bond that connected she and the creatures that had spawned from her flesh. Perhaps, this had multiple reasons. Perhaps it was simply because she had never found the need for love, or perhaps she had not been taught compassion, or perhaps her own strained relations with her mother made it so these felines meant little to her. She would not have even had them, had duty not called.
"However, my entire intention was for you to address whether or not you believe you can or you cannot. You have misjudged your first task in your effort to determine what you believed I wanted to hear." Her words danced through the air. "However, you were the only one that responded to me at all," she let her gaze sink towards her other kittens, "so I suppose you are one step ahead of the rest."
Elara was silent as she listened to her mother’s response. Perhaps, no, it was not an answer that she had been looking for. The feline then pondered now, if she should answer. Silence loomed for a few moments before the eyes of Elara had turned to focus on the blurry figure that was Xithymia. The feline lifted her skull slightly, focusing upon her. ”Apologies. To answer your question directly, yes. I know that I have what it takes.”
They were big words for a cat who could barely see. She was obviously confident, but she did not wear it as arrogant. Instead, she seemed rather humble with her words. Elara felt her tail tip twitch, feeling as if her mother might give some sort of sarcastic retort or insult, almost physically tending her body for the mental abuse to come.
Cat's Name: Lilith Activity: zero but will go up in the next couple of days Question: TBA
Her empty cold gaze stared back at her mother. That was a word that felt foreign on her tongue; mother. Perhaps it was the implications of these words considering she had no emotional connections with the stoic she-cat before her. She wasn't taught to think of the Shaman as a mother - she was a ruler, a reinforcer, a commander, and as it seems, all she was ever going to be to the tiny kittens. That's a lesson Lilith learned all too soon, but perhaps at an appropriate enough time. Certainly early enough to know how to stay out of trouble.
She let her mother's question echo through her brain. A rather simple answer, one Lilith wasn't sure whether was intended to be answered in the way she thought it was supposed to be answered, or answered in a boastful, confident way. She gave her sister, Elara, a look of emotionless so frigid it could match Xithymia's. Lilith-chan's long pelt cascaded down her shoulders, the light brown highlighted by the faintest gold. Underneath the transparent paint her bengal markings, the ones that showed her heritage, shone like seashells, outlined in snow and blossoming open like roses. Her blue eyes glistened in curiosity at Elara's attempt at impressing Xithymia. Not that it worked or even phased the cold-hearted scientist.
Foolish. She thought. Oh well, at least she made it a point to clear it up.
"So do I," the kitten let out a soft but audible statement. Not in a whispery way, but solid, calm, collected. Everything you could think of as you saw the young feline. She wasn't devoid of empathy, at least not to extreme extents, but she never let herself be too rowdy or aggressive. Showing emotion is for the weak, and Lilith, for one, was not weak. She was going to prove she wasn't, whether or not she ends up the mage, and she's going to guarantee she is.
(hey just want to let you know im sort of iffy on her name so it might change down the line somewhere - if i can't that's cool i'm just fickle like that)
He finished consuming the herbs his mate had given him and looked up at his kin, licking his lips. He'd started growing used to the bitter taste - if only he'd grown used to the odd side efforts. Still, it was only a fair trade. She got to practice her experiments on him, and he got to chat her ear off occasionally with all of his philosophical questions that he guessed she didn't much care for. It worked for him, and so far it had worked for her as well.
Hilo eyed the three younglings, taking them in. Rationally, he knew they were his, but it didn't really feel that way. These cats took too much after their mother's lineage: so proper and detached and mature. How was he supposed to bond with them when they all reminded him of his mate? He still wasn't sure how he and Xithymia had ended up together instead of tearing each other to pieces, but somehow they had managed to get along. He did wish they were a bit more like him, though. A little smile, that was all he really wanted, one bumbling fool of a kitten with more interest in the theory of politics than actually obtaining power.
Maybe he was just one-of-a-kind. Hilo grinned, imaging Xi's response to that.
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POSTEDDec 28, 2018 16:26:39 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"They're just like you, Hilo," she mewed, glancing over at her mate. Of course, this wasn't true. Linnea seemed to be the only one of the litter that seemed to have any similarities to their dad. Perhaps Xithymia had been relieved about this. Hilo was a mess, one that she seldom wanted to deal with herself. Having an entire litter of baby Hilo's would probably kill her. And he knew that. She sighed at the thought, before looking back to the kittens.
"Good. Neither I nor your father have time to deal with kittens that aren't," she meowed in her low voice. "Currently, your father doesn't have much time at all. He just injested tomato leaves, which are a mild poison. It will begin to affect him within the next few minutes, where he will start to vomit. After vomitting, well, things won't get much better." She let out a laugh, before sighing.
"I will pull out different assortments of herbs. I will tell you what they do. It will be your job to decide which herbs to use to save your father."
A small flicker of emotion passed across Elara’s eyes. It was like a small light, but she said nothing. Her blurred vision turning towards Xithymia, waiting almost impatiently. She had been studying for this test. A test in general, hoping to be prepared for whatever her mother might throw at her. Elara felt a prickle in her paws, her anxiety rising slightly. However, she managed to keep it well under control on the outside. One might not even know how she was feeling at all, unless they studied her harder than anything else around her.
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POSTEDDec 29, 2018 14:36:38 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She could almost feel the impatience in the air, and there was a part of the Shaman that was bemused by this. Her claws unsheathed into the ground, before she turned to the small store that she kept in her hallow. It was not nearly as big as the stores in the shaman's den, but of course, this area was a secret under the noses of most Primal Instinct cats. They knew that it existed, but they knew little what it did, unless they were invited in. And, well, Hilo was the only one who had ever received an invite and came out alive.
"The first combination, chervil, lavender and yarrow. Yarrow can be used to make a cat throw up the herbs. Chervil will make it so his stomach won't hurt as much. Lavender will ease anxieties that he might be facing while he wonders if he iwll live of die." She pulled out a second group. "Wintergreen will cause a reversal of toxins. A stick will distract him from the pain that he will feel as he starts to revel in the sideeffects. Ragwort will revive his strength." She made a clearly separated pile for these second, before moving on to the third. "Stinging nettle can also be used to expell herbs, but can also have reversal traits. Lamb's ear can help gain strength and poppy eliminate pain that comes with ingesting stinging nettle." She pulled out a third group of herbs for her own amusemnet. "Mint and rosemary can be used to hide the scent of death if you fail."
Caitriona looked at each group of herbs. She studied their curvature, the colors and shapes that each herb came in. For a split second, her mind eased her by reminding her of the immaculate diversity of plants. How Mother Nature crafted each herb for a different purpose, and how She decided to let Caitriona exist. It was, perhaps, a rather strange thought for her to have, but it was one that kept her from slipping away into her own world from the amount of anxiety pressed on her shoulders.
Still, she fixed her posture, glancing at her father. He stood there unmoving, and indescernible look in his eye. She studied him to see if he would show any emotion at all. Any nervousness, or anxiety. But he just stood there. Calm.
Her eyes flickered to three piles. Xithymia's words echoed in her brain. She immediately thought of how Wintergreen would be good to reverse the toxins, but her mentioning the stick might mean that he will still feel the side effects. Then what about the next one? For one he regains strength but still runs the risk of feeling pain. However, stinging nettle expels herbs and reverses the toxins, as well as poppy being there to eliminate his pain.
It was much more ethical, at least by her mother's standards, to let one suffer for their greater health. Caitriona doesn't consider herself to be completely moral, and she's not, but it's still a safer bet to let him hurt for a while. And then the next pile? Seemed like the worst one, for various reasons. It seemed like what a rookie mage might think would be good.
She hated anything to do with soothing others anxieties. Perhaps it was just how she was raised, but to exist in such a world, those who fear for the future are pathetic scoundrels. They deserve to live, she thought bleakely, and deserve to be helped, but Caitriona would certainly not go out of her way to waste a perfectly good chance for toxin reversal on pain reduction. That wasn't too bad either though, was it?
Caitriona let these questions ponder her mind, as she looked from one pile to other to rationalize her decisions.
Elara found herself deeply thinking about the options. Her mother had truly given a test for her children. Their father had always been caring towards Elara and her siblings. He was a mostly kind soul, and how he ended up with Xithymia was beyond her. It was definitely not a pair that any cat would ever suspect. They were polar opposites, and she suspected that he loved her mother more than vice versa. It only made sense. Unless her mother was actually capable of love...
Her thoughts jerked back to the matter at paw. Elara went back over the choices in her head, and awaited for her mother to instruct them to voice their choices, because she knew the exact one she would pick.
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POSTEDJan 3, 2019 18:04:34 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Time is of the essence, children. Believe it or not, I would be quite irritated if your father was to perish at such a young age," she meowed, which was probably one of the nicest things that she'd ever said to him. Of course, that could be justified by the fact that he was her test dummy, and especially in the near future, she would need a test dummy. However, this wasn't the only reason she would be upset of Hilo was to die. He was one of the few cats, perhaps the only one, that she had any sort of sentimental attachment for, although she was unsure as to why.
"Once you have made your decision, walk to the pile of herbs that you think will work best. If your sister gets to the herb set that you believe would be best before you, you must select the second most effective. All of these might do the trick, however one is best."
It had been a hard decision. The first pile was not ideal for what Elara would have picked. The second and third, however were close. Though after much though, the combined effects that stinging needle would have for expelling the poison as well as reversing it was ideal. He would need his strength to fight off the poison, and the poppy would help with the pain greatly. Perhaps make it bearable, even. Elara has made up her mind and was the first to stand. She padded to the pile with stinging needle, poppy, and lambs ear. The scents were easy to pick out, having been familiar with herbs since birth.
Caitriona noticed that Elara had chosen the one she was going for. Feeling dissapointed, she moved to the second one that she thought was going to help her. It was not ideal, however she shouldn't have dwelled too much on her decision.
Vomiting. Excellent, it had been a while since he'd eaten breakfast, so now he would have a chance to see how much he'd digested. Hilo shuddered at the thought. To be honest, he hated vomiting, it always left his sides sore and his throat raw. He watched his kits with a critical eye, listening to the Shaman's instructions. Now, he had been experimented on for some time, and liked to think he was growing to understand herbs; but maybe he didn't know as much as he thought, because he had no idea which was best. Masking the scent of death was certainly not his preference. At her almost-compliment Hilo nudged her playfully, then stopped and reeled away as his stomach suddenly twisted.
Her stomach churned as she watched her father convulse violently. She nervously movee the herbs below her paws around, almost as if she was trying to tell herself to give them to him. But she was sure that the situation was under control. It had to be, right?
