test drive meme #12

[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 August 25th, and apps are open September 1st.

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: O SHIT WADDUP
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to hop right on you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in several Doomed, from the Final Fantasy XI video game.

These strange undead creatures look somewhat froglike in appearance, but rumor has it they're actually made from a bunch of gross dead bodies all stuck together. Their whiplike tongue can hurt pretty bad, and if that wasn't enough, they can emit gasses that make it hard to concentrate, fight, and even stand upright. Have fun!]

SCENARIO TWO: PARANOIA
[Out of nowhere, you received a message on your phone. It's most likely from an unknown number - but not necessarily. It could be from someone you know, a number you recognize. A friend, an enemy, a trusted ally. But it's not who the message is from that matters, it's what it says.

Listen to me. They've been lying to you this whole time, and now they're coming for you. That, and nothing else.

So what will you do? Laugh and ignore this clearly missent text? Text back, try to get more details? Freak out? Or maybe you already know what it's talking about - who it's talking about. Maybe it's talking about that person who just walked by you. Didn't they look at you for a little too long? Doesn't it look like they might have a weapon?

You've got to protect yourself in whatever way you can. Who knows what they're plotting.]

C O M B I N A T I O N

SCENARIO THREE: LOUD VALLEY
[There you were, walking down one of Hadriel's rubble-strewn streets, when out of nowhere a cheery tune played. And then... everything changed.

Now there are rainbows along the cave ceiling, candy in the shops, walls painted in bright colors. Everything is cheery and happy and designed to lighten your heart. And if you walk around, you may just find your very own animal companion waiting to frolic and play with you! Sure, it'll all change back to normal Hadriel before long, but right now you might as well enjoy it.

This is a mini version of our Loud Valley event this month!]

Comments

Faith Carr | OC | ota!

[avephoenix]

oh shit waddup - phoenix in the house

[Faith very quickly discovers that these monsters are weak against fire, and so she very, very quickly abuses the fact that she can burn them to the ground.]

Watch out, fire coming your way! [she says to the person who is standing between her and a Doomed. If they move, she'll shoot fire at the monster. If they don't, she'll make a running jump and rain fire down on it from above.

Either way, she will enjoy it, and when she's done, she'll say,] Gross.


loud valley - two phoenixes in the house

[This girl is on fire.

Well, no she's not, but there's a flaming bird perched atop her head, lighting the way as she walks down the city streets. She's drawn to the less restored places, because she's used to danger and excitement, and run-down places mean there is or could be trouble, and she can help. Faith is a helper. A doer!

The phoenix on her head occasionally flies off, swoops by a person or an intereseting building or thing, before coming right back to Faith. Hope you like fire. And birds.]

LOUD VALLEY BECAUSE FUCK IT IDWIW

[dedikated]

( having faith here has made kate's murdercave days far brighter, although kate is about as likely to admit that as she is to drink starbucks' idea of coffee.

she means that figuratively, but - well, the woman is literally a phoenix, and shines brightly enough through kate's shades even without the giant flaming bird that goes soaring around kate's head (making her duck because, well, she's lived through a phoenix fire burn and nearly ten years later, the scar still fucking twinges).

kate raises her sunglasses onto her head to prevent the headache that will surely come from wearing them in faith's presence for too long, and hops off the half-destroyed building she was perched on, surveying possible running routes. she likes this area, if only because it forces her to use agility and skills that repaired rooftops, whole buildings don't. )

Not surprised. ( she nods to the bird and almost, almost forgets that there is a small, stripy kitten nesting in her hair.

well, it's quickly remembered when it jumps out of her bun and gracefully scoots over to faith, all unabashed affection, crawling around her ankles. )

| alicia quantrell. original.

[designator]

( hello, bitches )
( some people, on entering a strange, underground city with monsters breathing down their necks would scream, or panic. or fight.

if you're alicia quantrell, you're more concerned with the dirt on your skirt from the patch of ground you woke up on. if anything, she looks incredibly bored here.

that might have something to do with the fact that any monster getting within a few feet immediately stops, turns around, and attacks the next monster it finds. but who really knows.

alicia, meanwhile, finishes dusting herself off and wanders to the nearest person. ) Hi. Are you able to fill me in?

( for as crisp and unceremonious as her attempt to gather information was, she sure seems friendly enough, her voice pitched and the twang of a girl raised in the highlands of scotland clear in each word. she even offers a smile. )

( do the unnie )
( well. this is certainly a change from the things she's seen here so far. everything looks so... cute. it's overwhelmingly bright, practically the same shade as kate's hair. it's going to give her a headache.

... if the sweets don't rot her teeth first. but oh god, she is not complaining about turning taps to get chocolate or finding her favourite pastries in the shops instead of badly tinned tomatoes.

when not gorging herself on all the things she knows have no nutritional value, alicia can be found accompanied by a pretty hummingbird and frequenting the bar, ordering equally sweet cocktails and chatting to whomever comes close enough. ) I could get far too used to this. What about you?

unnie

[becomeone]

Considering the shocking lack of pizza, I would rather not have to get used to it.

[Considering how she has been putting down every single drink that she's tried since entering the bar after the first sip, she also doesn't seem to be too fond of the sweet beverages.]

Brady Truebridge | Filthy Rich | ota cw for slightly graphic sex-themed deaths I'M SORRY

[thirdrichest]

fear 2: a day in the life tbh

[The message on her phone is so dramatic that it can only be the work of one person.]

John Jnr. [Brady rolls her eyes, swiping to delete it.] Fuck off.

[Her voice is sharp even as she murmurs that, so it's entirely possible it sounds like she's saying it to you, whoever you are, whoever is unfortunate enough to be sitting next to her at the bar.]


loud valley: news at 5

[Brady has never been so happy in her entire life.

As she strolls through the city streets, she listens to the same news stories on the little radio in her hand. They play over and over, an unending cycle, like a recording on a loop.]

"Vivian Hunt Truebridge was found dead in her home in Auckland early this morning. Sources say she was handcuffed to her bed and believe her death is the result of unsafe sexual play."

Oh my god. [Brady laughs every single time. This has got to be the eighth time already.] Who's the whore now?

[The news stories are all more or less along that vein. Sir Douglas found covered in wax, with bruises and scratchmarks on his skin. John Jnr killed by an autoerotic asphixiation mishap. Alan Griever, murdered by the young girl he tried to get to undress for him -- never mess with a third-degree blackbelt, you disgusting, perverted prick.]

Oh my god. All of you had it coming. [If only it were true.]

stuffs up ur inbox also 2

[designator]

Excuse me? ( it certainly did sound like it was directed at Alicia, who responds with equal parts confusion and laced venom. she is reasonably sure she's never even spoken to this woman before.

rude, much? )

mohammad abdul | jjba | ota

[seventyeight]

ONE. o shit waddup

[On the one hand, Abdul is an excellent fighter. Really hard to catch, let alone kill, which is evident from the bullet scar on his forehead if nothing else. On the other hand, he's a little shaky on his feet due to recent events — being swallowed by a chaotic abyss will shake up even the strongest constitutions — which means he's less responsive to danger than he ought to be.]

[Danger like a squat little frog zombie gremlin. Which is why one manages to get close enough to snag his wrist with its tongue — then immediately regret it as fire shoots from Abdul's fingertips to toast the thing to a crisp. The tongue sizzles, blackens, and drops from his wrist to the ground with a little crunch; Abdul frowns down at it, then peers at the Doomed. There's a frog legs joke in here somewhere, he's pretty sure, but he's too tired to make it.]

[After the fire dies down a little, he crosses over to inspect the corpse in a little more detail. His wrist is still slightly on fire, but he doesn't appear to notice or care.]

THREE. loud valley

. . . This seems a little ridiculous.

[As far as judgmental mutterings under one's breath, this one could be significantly more caustic. All the same, Abdul is genuinely unsettled. It's weird, right, to go from Hadriel as it was yesterday to this, which seems a parody at best and mocking at worst. The bizarre technicolor calm before the storm, maybe.]

[Whatever. The point is: he doesn't eat the candy, looks at it like it might be poisoned, and generally regards the whole event with a fair amount of suspicion unless someone strongarms him into having some manner of fun. The only exception to buzzkill mode is when he runs across a puffball that is allegedly a bird and which doesn't seem to want to leave him alone. His reaction to this is to set her on his shoulder. Given that chickens aren't the most exquisite perchers in the bird world, her balance is awful and she slaps him in the head a few times with her wing in an effort to remain on his shoulder, but such is life. Again, he doesn't seem awfully bothered. There is a 100% chance she'll have a name by the end of the day.]

3

[silvercrusader]

[There'd been tears yesterday.

Lots of them. Lots of hugging, too, and desperate apologies, and later on, a talk that had gone on late into the evening. He'd clung to Abdul, gripping both his hands, breath coming out shuddery as he'd listened to his friend speak. Polnareff had been terrified to leave Abdul's side, certain that once his friend disappeared from view he'd be gone for good-- but of course, that hadn't happened. They'd slept in their separate rooms and woken up to each other, just as healthy and whole as they'd been before.

And this. They'd also woken up to this.

If Abdul is grudging and suspicious, Polnareff is delighted. This is like the reward at the end of the trial, right? They'd all gone through some shit, and now they get this. It's only fair, and he sees absolutely nothing wrong with indulging. He'd run off to get some candy, and there'd been a dog, and he'd flirted with some girls-- but Abdul is the most important. He doesn't leave him for long.

They separated just long enough for Abdul to acquire that chicken, which is the stupidest looking thing he's ever seen. But out of consideration for her, Polnareff throws his arm around just his free shoulder, gripping him tightly.]

Come on, cheer up! It's like Disneyworld!

| matt. until dawn.

[meatbrained]

( paranoid much? )
( the message comes when he's out looking for new clothes, for something that isn't marred by the effects of the falling fire tower. it's simple, but anonymous.

and weird as fuck.

matt glances up from his phone, looks around the store for signs of anyone, and pockets his phone in the still beaten sweatpants he wears.

They've been lying to him - it makes sense, with all the things he's heard. nothing makes sense, everything sounds like it's made up. he accepted it, because nothing else he could think of made sense.

but if they're lying... what is the truth?

he doesn't notice that his feet have brought him to the store's front door, where he nearly walks into someone. )

Whoa! -- Sorry, dude. Didn't see you.

( uncanny valley )
Who's a good boy? ( Yes, that cooing voice is one star linebacker, tall derp and lean, mean luggage lifting machine, Matt.

he's definitely, definitely loving this event. especially the big, fluffy dog that comes with it, always following him with a wagging tail and a bounce in its step.

the only problem- ) Man, I'm outta treats. ( Yo, passer by, do you have any? )

paranoid

[unfollowing]

Matt oh my god, I painted the shop, how the fuck did you not see at least that?

[She is mad, sure, but she's also so unbelievably fucking happy every time she sees him, because when he's not around, she's convinced his appearing here was just a joke, a cruel trick on behalf of the gods. Not like she doesn't deserve it, of course, but still.

It's too easy to fall into her old habits, the way she used to be with him. If she doesn't, she won't stop crying. (She cried enough on the day she got here, acted like a clingy girlfriend for those first few days, hated hwo much of a sap she'd been, but it's Matt, it's Matt.

It's Matt.)]

Jesus.

haruno sakura, naruto.

[hyakugo]

O SHIT WADDUP

[ these are... not the ugliest things sakura has ever seen. not by far. it's also not the first vaguely-animal type thing or the first corpse she's fought. but that doesn't mean she's not a little grossed out when one jumps out of the shadows of the colosseum at her.

she's quick to jump away, slamming a chakra-laden fist into the ground as she lands. the earth splits beneath her, throwing the doomed off-balance and giving her enough time to toss a handful of shuriken into the beast. sakura waits a moment, watching to make sure the thing is at least incapacitated enough for her to divide her attention. ]

I didn't catch you with that first hit, did I? [ she asks the person nearest her. if she were a betting woman, she'd put good money on her not having caught someone else in her attack, but asking is the polite thing to do. no need to alienate possible allies in this strange kidnapping that's happening here. ]

LOUD VALLEY

[ okay, the music is cheesy. the rainbows and bright colors everywhere are a little annoying. but sakura can deal with that. it's obviously an attempt by the gods to make things a little cheery in here, and while she doesn't like being manipulated, a ploy this obvious just makes her roll her eyes instead of getting offended.

until she realized that she was being followed by a ball of white fluff. one that she's fairly sure is a puppy. with a flower crown on its head made up mostly of cherry blossoms. ]

Really? [ she asks no one in particular, kneeling in front of the dog and holding its cheeks between her palms. ] This is a little too on the nose. Why couldn't you have something different, huh?

pink haired medic meet pink haired clinic admin, o shit waddup indeed

[dedikated]

( okay, could we. not. create internal earthquakes? it's a good job this isn't the first one Kate's been caught in, although none of those have been here, in the murdercave itself.

the murdercave, at least, has more room for her to jump out of the way and onto the stands around the arena, perching on a wall. )

I'm fine. ( she's in the middle of tying her hair back, though, wondering why exactly she elected to slip inside the Colosseum on her way to work when the Door was open. fighting was guaranteed.

Kate eventually drops down, picks her way through the wreckage of that punch - by the by? fucking awesome, she cannot lie - and draws a knife from her bag. ) It dead?

Daenerys Targaryen - Game of Thrones

[dragonian]

1. [ Daenerys pushed herself back upright, reaching her hand across her chest to touch the wound that the squat creature had inflicted on her with its wicked tongue. It was a stinging wound, painful, and though it brought tears to her eyes, she pressed through it, determined not to crumble under such a small pressure. It wouldn't do, not for a queen.

So she faced down the creature, even though it looked dreadful, even though it was on the attack. She didn't know how to fight it, all she could really hope was that someone would find her in her moment of need. Someone who had a blade, or a bow.

It wasn't that she was helpless. She'd never been helpless. Her defiance had always been enough. ]


2. [ This world was strange, stranger than she'd ever seen before, but these devices... They confused her. She hadn't managed to make the magic in it work yet, and yet finally it seemed that something happened, because the thing made a noise in her hand, and then words appeared on it, written in the common tongue.

Daenerys frowned at it. The words were confusing. They? Who were they? The Sons of the Harpy, perhaps? Or the Westerosi rulers, whichever of those was on the throne now? Who had been lying to her? It seemed likely, of course--people lied to her all the time. Even though it wasn't the wisest of decisions on their behalf. But without her dragons at her side, without her armies, without even her sworn swords, who would protect her if this message heralded truth?

She frowned, flicking her gaze upward. Someone was passing by, another foreign stranger with foreign ways. Her suspicion prickled, and she raised his chin defiantly. ]

And who are you? Name yourself!


3. [ Daenerys was only just getting used to this world, when suddenly everything changed. There were rainbows and bright colors painted on all the walls, and someone cavorted past her with a puppy, giggling. Everything that she knew, the entire world that she'd experienced, was suddenly thrown aside into ludicrous contrast. Here was this bizarrely warm and fluffy, baby animal world, soft on all its sharp edges.

It was wrong. More wrong than anything that she'd seen so far. More wrong than the strange magical device with its words and stolen voices. More wrong than this underground cave full of light.

And yet, when a tiny, horse sized dragon, the spitting image of a young Drogon, came gamboling across the grass toward her, Dany forgot her uncertainty, her mistrust. The dragon danced around her, then pushed its head right against her chest, crooning happily, and she laughed despite herself, brushing her fingers against the arc of his jaw. How had this happened? She wasn't sure she could find it in her to care.

Please don't kill her dragon, guys. ]

1.

[scarletcast]

Stare a little harder, it was almost dead.

[ Look at her, making jokes about looks and killing. Wanda's red throws the creature through a wall, when it runs at her she tosses another beam of energy towards it, sending it running away. Wanda scrutinises the wound. ]

Does that need stitches?

Sylvanas Windrunner | Warcraft

[ladywindrunner]

SCENARIO ONE: O SHIT WADDUP

[ The first Doomed to attack Sylvanas was brought down by a single arrow and the others seemed willing to leave her alone. They were alike, after all; she was undead, like them. She walked among the undead creatures, keeping to the shadows of this strange city. Under normal circumstances she might have wiped them all out for even daring to stand against her, but here in this place she was without her Forsaken. Without even the Valkyr. Here she was alone, and she had long since recognized the importance of allies. If the creatures did not attack her, perhaps they could be coaxed into fighting for her.

Sylvanas searched the city for some sign of life or sentient undead, wanting first to find out what and where this place was. The Doomed would already prove their use to the Dark Lady. They certainly seemed ravenous enough, and like hounds Sylvanas would allow the Doomed to hunt down some poor individuals for the answers she sought. ]

[manaburn]

[Cloudsong noticed the approach first, stopping hard and bumping his head into Haleek's side. She put her hand on his head and he directed her towards the stranger. By then, Haleek could hear the approaching footsteps - barely.

Hmph. Someone knew how to step lightly.

Haleek bared her teeth in warning.] Who are you?

[A good mage would have known to salute such a member of the Horde with respect, but Haleek's eyes had never done her much good in that regard.]

[smells_delicious]

(O SHIT WADDUP)

[ It didn't matter much, where Juuzou was or why he was there, what mattered were those things! Saying he'd never seen anything like it was a half truth, sure, he'd never seen this particular breed of nasty before but he'd honestly seen and dealt with worse!

Blinking, those wide un-rested violet eyes of his, looking around as others tried to battle through the nasty creatures. It was pretty boring when the people won, he wanted to see at least some folk get gobbled up and ate alive. No fun at all!

The first thing Juuzou noticed was the god-awful smell! ]

Ewwww~ Something crawled up it's ass and died? Grossss~

[ Pinching the bridge of his nose so that the rotting scent didn't distract him, Juuzou craftily hopped up and out of danger's way. Squatting down on the nearby debris of an old building, Juuzou observed silently and undetected.

Once he'd taken a mental and visual note of how the monsters attacked, he sprung into action, leapfrogging over the closest beast and clean past the next with the greatest of ease.

Lucky for him, when he'd been brought here, he still had everything with him that he had from the last place. A chrome briefcase that housed Jason, and a jacket full of throwing knives. How exciting indeed.

Leaping up in a most graceful pirouette, Juuzou spun around midair, narrowly avoiding that long, whip like tongue. His laughter and general loudness drew the attention of more of the beasts, all to Juuzou's delight. Nipping and ducking, bouncing from one spot to another, as if trying to taunt the grizzly undead. Their tongues lashing out, connecting and clashing with one another in a great mass of tangles.

It was all too easy for the boy. Chucking in amusement as he sliced and carved his way through an arch of oncoming tongues. Knives flying like doves crippling the monsters, covering them like porcupines. ]

Bor~ing! What's next? Juuzou-kun wants to play some more!


(PARANOIA)

[ It wasn't often that Juuzou would actually fall for something like this but considering where he'd last been and what was going on in his home world, a slight sting of paranoia started to pick away in the back of his mind.

What did it mean? Was he really just being used? No, Shinohara would never do something like that... Right?

Having never actually trusted anyone before, then finally letting his guard down was something new for Juuzou, so to think there was a possibility of actually getting hurt? Yeah, an uncomfortable new feeling started to grow inside of his chest. He didn't like it, made him feel vulnerable and weak. Horrid feeling.

Standing around in a daze, lost in his own thoughts and with the lack of his normally oh so carefree smile. It was irritating and left Juuzou with a bitter taste in his mouth as well as an irked expression over his pale face. ]


(LOUD VALLEY)

Uwaaah!! So cool!!

[ Wide eyed amazement with a drop of childlike excitement filled Juuzou's eyes as he looked up at a newly forming rainbow. Arms spread out wide as he spun around on the spot laughing. It was like he'd entered another dimension! One pulled straight from a bright coloured cartoon! ]

Candy? WAH!! For real!? Ooh~!

[ Noticing that one of the fire hydrants a little ways down the road was spilling forth its contents and that said contents happened to be handfuls of sweet and delicious candy. ]

I claim this land! I'm the King now! King Juuzou of underground candy land! This is my crown~ and these are my subjects! Uwhahahaha!

[ Scooping up handfuls of gold foil wrapped chocolates, mushing and squishing them together with the heat from his hands, placing them on top of his head in an ill fashioned Crown. Juuzou laughed in content, placing little gummy bears in a row before him. Sitting with his back against the hydrant and using a lollipop to point at the candy people before him. ]

Bow your head... I said BOW! Don't make me punish you for your insolence!

[ Putting on a fancy voice, clearly playing just as a child would... However, his style of make believe was a little different from most. ]

So it's going to be like that, is it? Okay then! I give unto you a option. I can either gut you here and now like a fishy and feed your innards to your children or~ I can rip your families limbs off one by one and eat them before you? You have until the thirteenth strike of the clock.

Tick~ Tok~ Tick~ Tok~

[ unbeknown to the little gummy bear, Juuzou was going to wait for an answer, then do the other option instead. After all, what fun is a punishment if you get to pick it yourself. ]

Ukoku Sanzo | Saiyuki | OTA!

[sanzo_games]

O SHIT WADDUP HO-G'S
[ Perhaps it's the most important part that led to the current scene that was found, but now it's the big question. For someone in black religious robes, with black hair and blood obscuring many of the features of his face (especially with it tilted downwards,) was crouched next to one of those Doomed creatures. It was hard to decide whether this man petting the side of the strange thing, or the fact that the thing seemed completely intact and still. Though part of the answer to that was easily due to the slimy, red rope that was wrapped in various ways to bridle and bind its mouth closed.

The angle certainly made it difficult to judge the man's expression, but his tone seemed too airy to be grave. ]

Maa maa, this must be quite the painful existence. Or is it...?

[ What do you think? ]



Paranoia- My favorite game! (This, uh, doesn't work for canon-mates that've met him. Those blind to Ukoku are fine! That could be funny. )

[ What is the best way to handle strange texts? Obsessively search for the sender through imaginitive means? Nah... When you were used to the lifestyle of being surrounded by lies, it seemed almost like home. A better method was to use that genius to adjust everything so that the text was re-spoofed with a little adjustment. Nothing major- just going through and seeing who was in the area and adjusting the 'to' line and subject to make it match the other person's identity. Then with a bit of a long timer...

Putting the bandages back on, which were meant to allow his eyes to heal properly, the black haired priest picked up his walking stick and went for a stroll. Just to set the scene for when he 'stumbled past' a certain person. So when that the notification tone went off on his phone, the blinded priest stopped to search around before pulling the phone out.

Then with looking around and tapping around with the stick, the man holds the phone out. ]

Someone wouldn't happen to be around, would they? I'm having a bit of trouble checking my messages, and it just keeps beeping.

[ Well, at least the currently blind stranger can make some light of it all. ]

Shizuo Heiwajima | Durarara!! | OTA!!

[bartenderizing]

(So this comes with double the options, because I've got two points I can grab and play off of. It just seemed politer to put it all in one thread. A is for the grown one, which is this account. B will come from the account kingshizuchan. Just wanted to explain it quick, though I hope it's pretty clear in the prompts! There isn't both in each scenario- I just thought it'd help with differentiating.)

O SHIT WADDUP
A
[ In general, Shizuo has a policy against hurting animals, children and women. It had never come up to- Well, in all honesty, the guy wasn't sure if these counted as an animal or something else. If those red eyes could take over and control people, then it was possible for monsters to exist, right? Not like what he was, but legit monsters that the hero would defeat and probably get loot. Though the loot thing wasn't realistic, and it'd probably be troublesome and messy to deal with these things- they looked pretty slimy. Still, what if they were actually dangerous?

In the time that all this methodically passed in the grown man's mind, it meant that a tall but very wiry blond man in a nice suit and sunglasses was focused and staring at the frog-like creature. For a considerably long time. Debating morality when you wanted to try and be better was important, but it left him open as the gasses were already in the area and a tongue had lashed out and cut at his face. Which was enough to settle things, apparently. ]

Guess that's how it goes, huh? Then fine!

[ Without really thinking or putting effort into it, the bartender seamlessly ripped out a street sign from the sidewalk and golf-swung it at the creature. Sending it flying... Enough of a distance to reach a hole-in-one, probably. That specific monster was clearly evicted from this specific block. ]


B
[ He wasn't really paying attention before, and the consequences of that were pretty clear now. It meant that the fifteen-year-old found himself face-to-face with a few of those creatures. Given that he didn't really have anything on his person, dressed in a set of cornflower blue pants and jacket casual uniform, the teenager wasn't exactly equipped for dungeon crawling. In fact, it's when their tongues had gotten his attention that Shizuo stopped and stared.

Then started backing up- though despite how bad those cuts could be, it didn't look to be more than a scratch. ]

... Like hell I'm dealing with that.

[ You ever play an MMO where someone who's clearly too low a level runs through an area, pulling every single monster behind them in an attempt to escape? At least it only seems to be three, for now. ]


Paranoia!
B
[ The best thing to get was a strange message saying that you were being lied to. Being messed with. Generally this was someone that wasn't even used to getting texts. Because aside from his family, and one other person, who else would bother? After a certain incident back home still being relatively fresh, a swirl of anger pulled in the teenager's gut. With a squeeze to the phone, marginally cracking the case, he glares around.

Was that a smirk? Or a knowing glance that he saw? Normally he was better at telling, but this was a place full of strangers. So he called out in a sharp tone- ]

Hey!

[ Not really waiting for a response, or for the person to stop, the teen stomped over. When close enough, the breaking phone was held up to show the text. Voice lowered in volume, the blond seemed more accusatory or combative than worried. ]

You know something about this shit?



Loud Valley
A
I could get used to this.

[ As much as he liked seeming cool, there was something to be said about being able to relax and surrounded by pleasant, peaceful things. Which is why there was an adult blond guy, dressed like a bartender, relaxing. With a few glasses of milkshakes and parfait glasses on the table, it was a little more ridiculous to see that there were at least 3 of each that were empty. ]

A bit loud, but I could get used to it. 'S peaceful at least.

B

[becomeone]

...Like that you're currently breaking your phone?

[Oi, kiddo, you need to calm down. The policewoman's hand isn't quite going for her gun, but she's certainly ready to get physically defensive if necessary.]

No, I don't, but considering that I don't think that there are replacements easily available in every shop, you should try to not crack it further.

Haleek Thunderlash - World of Warcraft

[manaburn]

o n e

[The monster stinks when it burns. Haleek curls her lip back and carefully lifts her boot free of the mess. Disgusting filth. Another servant of Gul'dan, no doubt.

Cloudsong growls suddenly, pressing into her side.

Hmph. Someone is watching.

Haleek turns, one hand on the wolf's back, to face the stranger. She curls her mouth into a snarl, though a clever observer might note that her eyes aren't tracking movement.] What? Do you wish to die?

Helena | Orphan Black

[the_avenging_angel]

[This was a strange place. Monsters were fighting other monsters and Helena did not know where her sestras were. But threats, well, threats were something she did now and she stepped forward, holding her knife.]

You are very green.

peter pan | the 2003 la version | ota

[tobeaboy]

o shit waddup

[Some might be afraid of a giant monster, might run or scream, but not Peter. He has his sword drawn, and he's floating high above the monster, dodging attacks and swiping his sword down at intervals. He laughs, whoops, taunts and seems to always manage to be just out of reach. He needs no help, he's quite sure of that. For him this is child's play, quite literally.]

Missed again! [He laughs loudly, swooping low and hitting the beast with his sword once more. It attempts to hit him with its huge tongue, but Peter only flies higher, whooping.] And agaaain, a-ha-ha! Where has your aim gone, beast?

[Perhaps it is that he stops mid air to taunt the thing, or perhaps the gas is just wider moving than Peter thought, but very soon and entirely by accident he's inhaling clouds of the creatures breathy gas. His cockiness is stopped, smile fading, and he floats back, and down, blinking at the fog that has suddenly filled his mind. The thrusting movement of his sword is weaker, and he feels slower. Something is making it harder to focus on the thing in front of him. The thing lunging forward and braced for attack.

Maybe he does need help.]

[fusionho]

[Jasper doesn't see the boy around the beast, otherwise she might have just left him to his fate. As it is, she's a ball of anger and these creatures are the perfect targets to take that anger out on.

A helmet forms around her head with a protrusion in the front that looks like it's made more for dealing damage than protecting her from it and she charges straight into the Doomed's hind side. Only after her attack has landed does she notice Peter, and she isn't pleased to see him.]

Get out of the way, human!

nux | mad max

[kamikaze]

loud valley

[A rainbow. Nux can barely process it. He doesn't even have a word for it.

These are fleeting colors he's seen in an oilslick when the sun hits it just right. When rare sprinklings of aqua-cola catch a similar glint and make a tiny patch of colors he's never seen anywhere else with such intensity. You tried to grab it and hold it but it was intangible. Same thing with the light far above his head.

There's music, too. Some strange sounds that aren't anything like the deep bass thrums from the war rig. Nux has to wonder what it means. What it's trying to rouse. What's the point of music if not to stir soldiers into battle...

This weird-looking dude can be encountered simply staring up at the ceiling in an awe that has to be laughable, or running after a lizardlike creature-- it might look like play, but he's actually trying to catch it. And eat it. Food's hard to find in the wasteland. (He hasn't made it to the shops yet.)]

[flayerhater]

[ Mildly irritating just about sums up this whole debacle. Like night and day. It's a sickening contrast to the dreary setting of the Dreadfort or a crippled Winterfell. And whereas Nux is experiencing wonder and delight, Ramsay is of course looking for the single best way to rain on everyone's parade. It's not intentional, really. His version of rainbows, gingerbread houses, and butterflies is simply setting it all aflame. There's much more entertainment in watching things burn.

Anywho!

He spots this gangly fellow, prancing about, scampering after a little lizard. It's akin to watching a desperate starving hound galumph after the single scrap of food its seen in weeks. Hm. Why does that metaphor make him feel so restless? No matter!

Ramsay is going to volunteer himself as a proper servant to mankind here by promptly stepping on said lizard. And crushing it. Under his boot. He doesn't move his foot. Merely stands there, beaming over at the stranger as if he hadn't even noticed he'd just deprived this poor boy soldier of his sustenance for the day.]

You shouldn't play with wild animals, you know. It's quite dangerous!

cassidy | preacher (tv)

[crackpire]

2. PARANOIA
[ Alright, so there are certainly worse creepy-crawly creatures in this universe than some reject mutated frogs, right? Between there literally being no God currently, demons, reject angels and the watered down bastardization of whisky that Texas has to offer, these lil' fellers aren't too horrible. Or. At least. That was Cassidy's initial drunken rationale before he opted to approach said critters.

It hadn't been long before, even in his presently intoxicated state, he realized that he'd made something of a drastic mistake. Cue: running into a dark alleyway, grabbing the closest thing he could find to arm himself (which just happened to be a moldy, stale loaf of bread) and then some meager attempt at combating the Doomed.

One thing lead to another and before he knew what hit him, he was taking a heavy whiff of something rank and.... Cassidy was on his ass. Well, bugger all. Apparently vampires weren't immune to--]

Well fuck me! Never woulda' though I'd be high on frog farts tonight. Would you mind giving me another hit, mate?

[Never mind that this murderous demon frog is slowly hop-descending on him now. It's all good.]


3. LOUD VALLEY
[You know, Cassidy wasn't exactly keen on the distinct lack of easily accessible unhealthy habits here. Granted, landing smack dab in the middle of someplace unfamiliar wasn't anything new, per se. He had a history of forcing himself to adapt to chaos but typically he'd be able to have a little fun in the process. The days drudged on and he found himself continuously missing his zany, damaged, morally grey companions back in Texas.

Until one day, he woke up to... a Christmas Miracle.

Well, alright. It wasn't exactly Christmas, but it felt like it! He'd stepped out into the gritty streets of Hadriel only to find himself in.... well, what could only be described as a album cover for The Grateful Dead. Or at least, that's what Cassidy was seeing right now. Rainbows, candy, pastel colors every which way and oh--my! Was that...]

Someone ring the angels, I think I've found God!

[Lo and behold, a fuzzy friendly little bear is skipping toward him. Cassidy stands his ground, and like a mock reenactment of The Creation of Adam, the jolly green bear slides out its paw and Cassidy in turn reaches out one hand, extends one finger and...

... a rainbow blooms over the horizon behind them.

Proinsias Cassidy, Patron Saint of Bad Decisions: experiencing his first miracle.]</small

The first!

[goodguess]

[ Well, maybe there were some of those things around. A voice perks up from behind Cassidy ]

Knowing that hit means something else, I'm pretty sure you don't want another one from those.

[ While plenty in the 'frog farts' herself, there was a purple girl casually crouched nearby, with arms resting on her knees. Also a pointed tail loosely rested on the ground and circled towards her front. ]

Unless you don't mind the other things it can hit you with.

tamsin | lost girl

[extraseven]

O SHIT WADDUP:

[ Tamsin has seen a lot of shit in her life. (Lives, really.) Being a bounty hunter for the Dark Fae means that she's come across a lot of Big Bads; fighting alongside Bo and her army of friends wasn't exactly a walk in the park when it came to monstrous creatures and fae, either. But this... frog-thing? It's definitely a little unsettling.

She's already managed to injure one - possibly even kill it, she didn't stick around long enough to make sure - so when a second one comes plopping along the street, she doesn't hesitate. She grabs whatever body part or fabric of the person she's just come across and pulls them behind some ruins with her. ]

Unless you're somehow not completely incompetent and can fight one of these things, stay here.

LOUD VALLEY:

[ By nature, Tamsin's not a happy-go-lucky sort of girl. She's cynical, grumpy, rough around the edges; pretty much the exact sort of person who hates sunshine, rainbows, and cheery tunes. But the tune was catchy - she's humming it to herself as she's walking along the streets - and the colors of the walls aren't annoying her. She doesn't even mind when a dog comes running up to her, bumps itself into her leg, and barks happily. In fact, she grabs a nearby stick and waves it in the air above the dog so he can see it. ]

You want this? Huh? [ The dog barks again and she actually smiles as she tosses the stick in a random direction. (Hopefully it doesn't hit anyone...) ]

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.

o shit

[goodguess]

[ Well, in this case, the first thing that Tamsin managed to grab was thin, long, and had a pointed end. So when her tail was pulled, the purple girl gave a pitched yelp. ]

My tail!

[ Never mind the reason why some purple girl with short blonde hair was going through these dangerous areas. She'll just wriggle the tail back and have it swing back to her side. ]

Do you really need to fight those things? I mean, they're pretty gooey, but it's not like they're bad. Well, I guess the gas is bad, but you can't really hold natural bodily reactions against other creatures...

Stanley Pines | Gravity Falls

[illegally]

01 - oh shit waddup
[ Stanley has a lot of questions. Questions like "where am I?", "why am I here?", and "where is Stanford"? But right in this moment, the most pressing of all is... ]

What the heck is that?

[ He's more shocked than frightened of the strange creature before him. He's seen some weird things in his life; this is but one of many unusual encounters he's had over the years. In fact, he feels comfortable enough to comment on the monster's appearance. ]

Yeesh, you're one ugly son of a gun.

[ The creature, in response, lashes its tongue out at Stanley. Stanley jumps in alarm. ]

Aah! Back off, ya freaky frog!

[ Time to hightail it out of here! ]

02 - paranoia
[ It takes Stanley a bit of time to figure out how to even access his messages. Forgive him, he's an old man. But when he does, he reads the message aloud with clear skepticism. ]

This some kinda prank?

[ He's content to ignore it -- it's probably just some sicko trying to frighten him -- but then he notices the name of the sender. ]

Bill?

[ Stanley frowns. Bill, as in...?

No. That's stupid. The bastard's dead, and there's plenty of people out there named Bill. It's a coincidence. He's not going to let it get under his skin. ]

Heh. What am I thinkin'?

[ He pockets the phone. ]

03 - loud valley
[ If Stanley wasn't confused before, he sure is now. Everything is so bright and rainbow and cheerful and seriously, those colors are going to blind him if he stares at them directly. ]

It's like someone hired Mabel to design her own city.

[ Stanley is too stubborn to let it raise his spirits, though. He's a certified Grumpy Old Person, and he wears that title proudly.

As if the universe is responding to his lack of desire to cheer up, he suddenly hears the sound of barking and the padding of paws coming up behind him. A little black and white puppy sits down at Stanley's heel, wagging its tail expectantly. It looks up at him with big doe eyes.

Stanley tries to shoo it away. ]

Get lost! I got nothin' for ya.

[ The puppy whines. ]

Nope. Nothin'. Go find somebody else to bother.

[ But the puppy does not move. Stanley walks some feet away. The puppy follows. Stanley walks several more feet away. The puppy continues to follow. ]

...Oh boy.

02 - paranoia: old man thread is GO

[infinite1up]

[Sato had been planning to head for the caves to do a little monster hunting. That would certainly explain the machete, several knives, and pistol all very clearly strapped or holstered on over a nice clean shirt. Even if you know a job's going to be messy, there's no need to be uncivilized about it.

So when he happens to walk by at the wrong moment and catches a couple words of Stan talking to himself, he decides to reply pleasantly enough:]

Hmm? I'm sorry, did you think I was someone else?

["Bill"?]

Jasper | Steven Universe | ota

[fusionho]

one

[There is a loud and angry roar as large, horned, hairy, and colorful beast leaps onto the scene, tackling one of the nearby creatures. Mere moments after its entry, however, the beast's form begins shifting into that of a large, muscular woman.

Confused by the change of shape and locale, the woman staggers back, allowing the Doomed to strike out with its tongue in her direction.]

two

Finish the message you little...!

[Jasper pokes at the screen with one large finger in irritation. Despite the advanced technologies of Homeworld, this simple little device seems beyond her. It just isn't built correctly and the layout is all wrong!

She's already used it some since her arrival, but there are functions that she still has difficulty with and while she won't admit it out loud she's sure her inability to get the rest of the message is entirely her fault.

Stubborn, she stands in the middle of the sidewalk a while longer, face twisting into a scowl at her continued failure to learn the identity of this supposed liar.]

three

[Anyone walking down the street at this particular time will come across one beefy gem turning in aggravated circles and trying desperately to claw something out of her hair. The source of her frustration soon becomes clear as a chittering squirrel pops out from her long ragged locks just to dive right back in again.]

Hold still so I can squash you!

[So much for enjoying cute animal companions.]

three.

[bekommen]

[Nick's not overly fond of animals, but come on now. There's being a grouch (which she is) and being terrible. Squashing animals falls squarely under the heading of the latter.]

Hey! What are you, some kind of fuckin' sociopath? Leave it alone.

Satan | Devilman | CRAU

[granddevil]

Scenario 1
[ Satan sure arrived completely naked to the arena; everything is very fuzzy ad the last thing he remembers is dying - actual death, not just some fake mirage his Father gave him while he was stuck in Hell. He remembers the Gods of Asgard draining his life and he remembers falling into sleep.

How long has it been? He doesn't know, but he is not in hell, so what happened? Did they send him somewhere else as punishment? Was the world reborn? Was the world killed?

he'd continue to question but as Satan stands up in all of his naked glory, what it looks like a strange mutate frog comes at him. A demon? No, it doesn't feel like one, he can't sense him as one; plus, no Demon would dare to face him. The sudden tongue attack only proves how unwise this creature is, and the moment the tongue hits Satan's skin, it turns turns into salt and falls down on the floor.

The creature is screeching because it just lost its tongue, but by no means seems to want to back off. In fact, it seems to be ready to attack ]

... Fool. [ Satan's wings spread and he smiles, and though it's a soft smile, it's not kind at all. And so he rises his hand and throws an energy ball right at the monsters head, decapitating it with one single blow; blood splatters everywhere and Satan drops his smile. Honestly, what was that about? ]


Scenario 3
[ Satan sure is still naked. Mostly because he doesn't have a reason not to be. While he can easily come up with clothes, he hasn't been in this place enough to know if anyone would care about some naked person. Most likely they do, but look, it's Satan. Why would he care?

Still, one thing he knows for sure: after some monsters at the arena, he did not expect bright colors and rainbows. He isn't particularly angry for being here - he is very curious, though - but all of those colors are annoying. And you know what's even more annoying?

He has a three headed puppy following him for some reason.

Why this. ]


[ ooc: Satan is naked AND he is an hermaphrodite. He has breasts and male genitalia, and uses male pronoun. Also, Satan has 12 white wings; 2 on his head, 2 on his legs, and 8 on his back. ]

3

[dogsanddaughters]

[Apparently they have naked people now. That's a thing that's happening.

Miriam, however, is more concerned with the dog. It has three heads! It's possibly the cutest thing she's ever seen.] Puppy! Hi, puppy!

[Her own dog sticks by her side, ears back, and gives the naked person a suspicious growl. Barnaby does not like strangers.]

Badou Nails | DOGS: Bullets and Carnage

[brokeassgoing]

2.

[it isn't that he isn't unsettled by the message. Heine fucks with him like this on occasion, mostly when he knows he has nothing to do. Mimi does too when it doesn't involve him crying in pictures, ass beat. He doesn't dismiss it as quickly as he would there, though....]

So what now, my entire life's a lie too? I was made in a test tube? Fuck off. Who am I, Bourne?

3.

[if we're gonna talk about disturbing, you should have just made this the paranoia part instead. Badou's never seen anything like this, not even in pictures. He sticks to the shadows he can cling to, the bright lights render him coiling away like some beast of the night (isn't he, though....), and--]

Who the fuck's mutt is this?! I'm not cleaning it's crap.

[and there's a tiny red chihuahua that lingers when it thinks he isn't looking. Nice.]

2 because you don't need to know what's following Heine about!

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ Okay, so Heine wasn't the one sending you the messages, but he sure is the guy spying on you from around the corner, listening, watching annnd now texting you annomanously. ]

You're far too skinny to be Jason. Wrong movie, but you are about to be taken.

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA

[rebelarchivist]

I. sort of

The Colosseum is startlingly familiar to Dorian, for all that he's been away from Tevinter for years now. The executions he had never been able to stomach, but there was something thrilling about watching the fighting, especially when he had been younger. He never thought he would be on the floor of an arena, even one as dilapidated as this. It was something of a relief not to seen any cheering crowds in the stands, at least he probably hadn't been brought here to die for someone's entertainment. He stood up, brushing off his trousers and dress shirt, picked up his staff and got a good look around.

And where was here, anyway? The last thing he remembered he had been stomping angirly through the woods in Arda, hoping that this time perhaps he would be heading in the right direction to get back to Deepwood. It was quite obvious that he'd been pulled to yet another world, and he was getting quite sick of it, thank you very much. At least this time he had his staff with him, even if he had once again left his armor behind.

"Vishante kaffas, this is really getting ridiculous." He set off, out of the colosseum and into the run down looking city beyond with a decided frown on his face. "They just keep getting less and less civilized..." He stopped the first person he happened to come upon, lucky you!

"Excuse me, as you can see I am quite obviously new here. Where precisely is here, and who is responsible for snatching me to a brand new world this time?" He doesn't seem too worried, or even confused. Just annoyed, like someone whose phone rang just when he got comfortable in their favorite chair with a good book.

III.

Dorian is, to put it lightly, Not A Dog Person. He thinks they're too loud, stinky, slobbery, destructive, and they drool and eat too much. And that's when they're not attacking you.

"Shoo! Go away!" He might be able to enjoy the brightness a bit more if there wasn't a giant warhound following him around, tongue lolling and whining as the mage continues to try and make it go away. The large dog simply seems confused, and since Dorian is unwilling to actually hurt the dog to drive it away, it's difficult to get rid of.

"Venhedis, go away already!" He was just going to ignore it, walking off in a random direction, scowling angrily. Of course, the dog is just following right along behind him, obviously believing they're on their way to some grand adventure.

[OOC: Dorian is from not one, but two CRAUs, Midnight Syndicate and Arda Marred. He knows how this whole "different worlds" thing works, and he's kind of pissy.]

[I guess I should note that he also doesn't look nearly as well groomed as he usually does, his hair needs a cut to say the least. He also has a septum piercing and three piercings in each ear.]

III

[dogsanddaughters]

[Unfortunately for Dorian, Miriam happens to be the ultimate dog person, and happens to have a giant beast of her own in tow. Barnaby - or His Royal Highness Sir Bartholomew Barnaby Barks A Lot The Third if we're going to be formal - rarely finds himself company to play with. Occasionally Hadriel's monsters are small enough for him to fight, with Miriam cheering on from the sidelines, but he's at a loss for playmates.

Until he spots the other dog.

Barnaby comes bounding up with a happy bark, tail wagging furiously, and promptly sits down in front of Dorian. Miriam skips after him with a laugh, eyes wide.] Oh, you've got a puppy! And it's big! Say hi, Barnaby!

[He holds out a paw expectantly.]

Cyrus Crautz | OC | ota

[soulist]

One

[ As if being dragged into another world wasn't enough Cyrus is wandering around completely lost and without so much as a clue where to even go. He's got this funny feeling of being watched too so every once in awhile he'll look over his shoulder with a glare.

His wariness pays off at least as a doomed jumps down from one of the rooftops right in front of him with an inhuman noise. Cyrus will jump backwards, managing to dodge the initial surprise attack, but he's not quick enough to parry the whiplike tongue that sends him crashing into a nearby house. He at least deflects it with his robotic arm so the damage to his arm is minimal at best. However the damage down to his chest and rest of his body is bad too. His tuberculosis will act up there and then as he's left coughing for a few moments as the thing draws closer to him. A little help would be appreciated right now?! ]

Two

[ The random text is strange and more then enough to set him on edge. Odd, considering how calm he normally is, but also because it's not the first time he's gotten weird texts like this before. He'll wave anyone down who happens to be walking nearby. ]

Hey! Do you know anything about this? It's pretty weird to random get a message like this...so I was wondering if everyone got the same thing.

two

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam shrugs, glancing up from her perch on the stoop of an abandoned house. She's got a bag of candy - excellentness in the form of chocolate and peanut butter - and her dog curled up at her feet. Barnaby lifts his massive head, giving the stranger a meaningful sniff, but doesn't move to get up.] Yeah, pretty much. It's a game. Probably shouldn't play if you're new, though. You might die.

Cielo | Digital Devil Saga | ota so late

[afterstorms]

paranoia

Wait, what? Who??

[Cielo peers at the device, shakes it, then holds it above his head as if this will cause it to give him any further answers.]

Aw, come on!

[He's aware he's been lied to on multiple occasions, but what's it all about now? There are already answers he's missing, but just not having the information doesn't necessarily mean he's being lied to. Right?]

Hey, did you send that?

[The blue haired individual will be asking this of the nearest passerby, because having received it from them is just as possible as anything else.]

loud valley

Aaah! Ah, look!

[Cielo does an impressive little hop in the air, swinging his arms as though he might be able to touch a rainbow if he reaches high enough.]

I didn't know you could have those underground! But I suppose there's light, isn't there? It should just stay like this. That would be great.

[The candies would be a treat too, if eating it would actually do anything for him.]

paranoia is this one's middle name, as well you know. :3

[torrefied]

[Must be newbie arrival time already. Mello pauses on his way to wherever he was headed and pins a withering stare at the person addressing him from underneath the hood of his jacket. Being accused of sending random things to strangers is getting awfully tiresome.]

Even if I knew what you were talking about, the answer would be no.

Trance Gemini | Andromeda | OTA

[goodguess]

O SHIT YO

[ In a place that has talking skeletons and the prima donna of jerks, Mello, Trance probably isn't the strangest person in Hadriel. Sure, not everyone goes around in what seems like a slightly loose full body unitard, especially with a belt, but she was of a pretty average height and short blonde hair wasn't so weird either. Purple skin, pointed ears and a long, thin tail is just a drop in the bucket with all things considered.

Just maybe, the actual concern is that she's in the streets near a tunnel crouched down in a light layer of 'fog,' with her hand outstretched. Maybe she's young- not just because of this, but she starts speaking with an innocent wonder or fascination. You know, instead of disgust for the froglike monster right before her. ]

Hi little guy. You're an interesting one, aren't you?

[ Prooobably not the safest thing to do. Then again, the fog those Doomed emit can cause mess with people's heads. ]

[scarletcast]

[ Or perhaps it's that someone is used to being more powerful or terrifying than what is in front of them. Wanda knows, as kindred knows kindred. ]

[ She is waiting, ready, in case the creature rebukes the attempt and attacks. ]

Jill Valentine | OTA

[survivethis]

[Scenario One]

[The sound of boots hitting the ground in a fast run is heard as Jill books it down the street. She doesn't have much of a lead on the large creature that's 'galloping' after her as quick as it's large body can take it. Jill's already tried plugging a few bullets into it, but that seemed to only make the Doomed angry.

She's huffing for breath and turns, whirling her gun on it and firing another shot. The creature recoils briefly, but then lashes its tongue out, which slaps Jill on the side and sends her flying into the wall of a nearby building.]

Ugh!!

[When she hits the ground there's a pause, a pained wince, as she tries to get her wind back. The Doomed goes after her and raises its two front legs to try and stomp her, but she rolls, narrowly avoiding being crushed. This is turning into a hell of a morning. Looks like she could use an assist!]

[truthvalue]

[You called for an assist? Souji happens to be on the lookout for situations such as this, patrolling the streets of Hadriel with sword in hand. This creature is new and hideous, and the woman under attack looks to be in need of some obvious help. Words can wait - there's nothing that needs to be said as he leaps into action, swinging his sword at the monster from behind.]