Test Drive Meme #24

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open September 24th, and apps are open October 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:

1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: TITAN TERRORS
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

In this case, the monster behind you may as well be the monster above you. No, not anything flying overhead, but the freakishly giant nude monsters hellbent on shoving your crunchy body into their mouths and chowing down.

Titans are large humanlike creatures who have superior strength, though more limited intelligence. Much like zombies, they desire only to devour all of the humans in their vicinity and will use any tools at their disposal to do so. Get your steel guitars ready and get pumped, because sie sind das essen und wir sind die jager!!!]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: PAINTBALL ROYALE
[You've got a gun.

Okay, it's not a real gun- it's actually a paintball gun, which seems to knock people unconscious when you hit them. That's a pretty sweet deal! Except, you really want to be the last one standing, and you'll knock out countless people to do it. Every fight feels like life or death, whether you're waiting in the shadows to get the drop on someone or spraying paint all across the open streets in the fain hopes that you might get a tag or two.

Either way, if you lose, you'll find yourself waking up in a party! That's not so bad, right? It's a giant gathering of all the paint-covered losers in the city, with free food and drinks and a distribution of excellent prizes. What did you win? Fight your friends, but not in the dark and trauma-y way, and be the next winner of our Hadriel death (not really) match!

This is a mini version of our Party Royale event this month.]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: WALK WALK FASHION BABY
[Your trusty leather jacket is gone. So are your worn and torn jeans, all your summer dresses, your boots and high tops and heels. Suddenly, nothing is where you expect it to be, not even that load of clothes that you've left in the laundry for the past few weeks (oops). In the stead of all of your beloved duds, you find some stuff that... might be a little questionable.

Whether you were the lucky recipient of the hand shawl, the face skirt, the suspender sweats or some other wild atrocity, you'll be sure to have some fun trying to maneuver around the city in your weird, cumbersome outfits. At least you don't look as silly as that guy over there in the sea urchin costume!]

Comments

Light Turner | Death Note (Netflix 2017)

[avvakir]

I. Rage | Scenario Two | Paintball Fight!!

[ Light is still uncertain if this world is real or not just some coma-induced dream. He's been here long enough to have changed out of the hospital gown and into something more his style (jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, and shoes a size too big), he's gotten the chunk of necessary information (blah blah, gods, blah blah blah, can't go back home, blah blah blah, fuck), and now he's got a paintball gun all loaded up.

The feeling that's taken over him isn't unusual. He's felt rage a lot lately, especially after his mother's death. Before here, he could take it out on some pitiful criminal, but now he's got to find another way to manage his dark emotions (it's not like he's got a lot of reasons to write people's names down and does the Death Note even work in this come-dreamlike hellscape). And though he was usually pretty good at self-control (note: pretty good does not mean all that great at all), he couldn't push down this feeling of rage that swelled in him.

He just wanted to shoot someone.

Light sneaks along an alleyway of twisted buildings, peeking around corners, keeping his head low. He's not sure if he just wants to live to the end by being a sneaky dick and avoiding everyone or be the winner of this game.

He spots someone when he peeks around the next corner and quickly aims his gun but he's always been a cocky dick. ]

Say good-night! [ And he pulls the trigger. Hopefully, those pellets hit, if not his cockiness needs to be reigned in. ]

II. Rage | Scenario Two | Afterparty

[ its utter bullshit he lost. Maybe dad was right: he should have hit the range with him more. But dad isn't here. No, James Turner wasn't here to be there for his son. No one he knew from home walked these streets. No Mia. No L. No Watari or that bastard ass Kenny. Maybe this is some form of Hell? He's a murderer, right?

Light lingers near the drinks, not paying much attention to the party around him. How many hours did he lose? How much time? His finger twitches around his glass. He's annoyed, his hood up.

Should anyone come around, he'll mutter, in some pathetic attempt at conversation: ] It's cool the paint didn't stain.

[truthvalue]

[OK, so if this is a dream ... well, it's about on par for Souji's subconscious, as far as the weirdness quotient goes, except for the guns. His weapons of choice, even in weird dreams, tended toward swords instead of guns, and frankly, even if it's only paint, he'd rather not. So he's unarmed, merely passing by when Light shoots at him. Thankfully, he's spent months fighting monsters and has honed his dodging skills, so he's able to pull himself out of the path of the projectile paint. He says nothing at the moment, just levels a deeply questioning Look at Light. Honestly, dude, why this.]

[avvakir]

[ Well, fuck.

The look the other teen gives him makes Light shrug at the unspoken question. ]

No offense? [ I am just ridiculously competitive and want to be the winner, okay? Is that so hard for people to understand? It's just paintballs and you just get knocked out. It's not like highest kill count; he'd definitely win that given how many people put their real names and faces on the network. ]

1!

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker's cheating in multiple ways, but not as many as he'd like right now. His partner with the invisibility magic has gone MIA (probably due to the invisibility magic) and her last spell on him just wore off. So now he's just visible like some kind of amateur. God.

Of course, he's still a sneaky bastard, and he's still got his wolf hearing, which is why he knows Light is coming from like a mile away. He waits, letting the footsteps come to him, and then drops into a crouch when the guy whips around the corner.

He pops back up after Light's done firing, his own gun aimed at the teenager's chest.]

Really, kid? "Say goodnight"? You're tryin' to come over here and one-liner me?

[avvakir]

[ When the man evades Light's shots, Light's heart skips a beat. It's an adrenaline rush, Light understands that. He throws his body back behind the foreign stone building, out of sight, as quickly as he can.

There are multiple things he could do here: make a run for it, straight up attack head on (and take a fucking paintball pellet, bad plan), or try to get the other man to lower his guard. ]

Come on. I'm just having fun playing paintball. [ A pause as he adjusts his footing and crouches. He could do a quick peek but that seems dangerous. ] Aren't you?

[ He tries to make his words sound innocent, with no ill intent behind them. He really wants to win. ]

[nowherewolf]

[He hears the shifting, though it's not like he can tell exactly what Light's doing over there. Still, he's suspicious. He takes a couple steps back toward the nearest wall and flips up the hood on his cloak. The magic should make him blend in easier with the stone, unnoticed at first glance.

Again. Cheating.]

Fun? Dude you think this is a game? You're not gonna win with that attitude.

[His tone suggests he's not entirely serious, but he's hoping Light will be goaded enough by the taunt to poke his head out or try something.]

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera isn't really in the mood for paintball. Under different circumstances, maybe. Ones that involved lots of alcohol and laughing and loud music, but definitely not the kind that possibly kills people and is definitely being orchestrated by the gods.

So his response to getting shot at?

Is to slowly turn around and stare at the offending party.

Ephemera's wearing full power armor, rifle in hand and pistol close as a secondary weapon. He's got knives too, and the freaky alien shield.

Exactly none of those things are nonlethal and none of them use paint.]

Kid, do you want to die?

[avvakir]

[ Holy shit fuck. Bad target. Bad target.

He drops his aim, letting his finger off the trigger. ]

Hey, I'm just playing the game and trying to have fun. It's not like I'm out to kill you.

[requiemshark]

Bully for you. I might take that shit personally.

[It's probably bad form to beat the crap out of a kid, especially one out of amor. Ephemera eyes the kid. Hmm.]

Any reason I shouldn't drop you off a building for that? You'd live. Probably.

[avvakir]

[ His heart drops to his stomach but he manages to keep his expression stone, only letting out a sigh. Light's scared shitless but he has ways to fight back. And death isn't a permanent fixture in this particular place, though that does little to ease the fear that rises up his throat like bile. ]

Because you'd look like an asshole to the people. I doubt making enemies out of your fellow captives is a great way to survive. You can look at me all badass you want but a human teen with no real weapons?

Man, people hate senseless killers.

[requiemshark]

Never said I'd kill you. It's only a building. I've been dropped off those.

[He lived. Not easily, but still.]

Action. Consequence. Boom.

[A pause.]

Actually, are you stupid or something? Because you tried to shoot a guy in power armor. I'm nice. I didn't shoot you back. Pretty sure I could've. Reflexes and shit. I could be twitchy.

[avvakir]

I'm not interested in another coma, thanks. [ Implying that, yes, he's been dropped from some height before and survived. Hell, there's still some bruising around his eye socket and his back is still a dark purple (thank you shirt) ]

1. Power Armor doesn't exist where I'm from.
2. It's a game.
3. I'm nice, too, but it's a game

Game.

You have those in your supersuited world, right? Paintball, the game where the worst thing that happens is you might get bruised and here you get to take a nap if you get hit.

[requiemshark]

[Hmm. Smartass.Ephemera snorts.]

Maybe you haven't noticed, but the games around here don't usually end too well. And have both parties agreeing to the terms.

[Which he hadn't. So.]

Yeah, I'm still gonna kick your ass.

[avvakir]

I haven't been here too long but I haven't seen a ToA anywhere. [ Oh god, shit, fuck. Light's shitting himself right now. It feels like facing down Ryuk again, except with an additional ass beating.

He plays with the trigger, a passive threat. He's not so great at this. ]

It sounds like you really want to get your ass knocked out for awhile. [ He brings his aim up quickly and fires off a three round burst, aiming for the center of the hulking man's chest, and quickly rounds the corner. He'll know if he's hit him or not if a nice solid thud sounds. If not, he'd better start running. ]

[requiemshark]

[To Light's credit, it's a decent burst. Would've been enough to get the job done if Ephemera wasn't also carrying around his alien shield. Because while his armor is apparently useless against paintball pellets - seriously, who designed the rules for this game? - his shield, fortunately, is not.]

You're dead, kid.

[Not literally. He's not that much of an asshole. Sharkface was, but he's trying not to be Sharkface right now.

But that doesn't mean he can't chase some brat down and scare some common sense into him.

Ephemera counts to five to give the kid a headstart. Then he activates his HUD's tracking system and gives chase. The moment he's in range, he's going to do his damnedest to knock the kid on his ass.]

[avvakir]

[ Light takes off like a bat out of hell, not to put him out of the other man's range but to race around the building and catch him from behind.

But he's not a track star. He checks behind himself on the occasion and will attempt to shoot while not stumbling on his feet.

Light does not want to get his ass beaten. For the umpteenth time in his lifetime. ]