dankmemes | test drive meme #12

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!]

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[If Flick had to decide between this place, and being locked in one of Seel's guests rooms as Seel prepared to hand deliver him, bow and all, to Pellaz, Flick wasn't sure which one he would have chosen. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Pell. Really, he was glad he wasn't dead, and he did miss his friend. But he thought he would have some choice in the matter. Without Seel. And really? Friends kept in touch. Pell hadn't. And honestly? He was really over getting abducted. There were plenty other hara in the world, why did this happen to him? That sounded whiny didn't it? He did his best to accept what the universe and the dehar had to offer him but it was hard when they kept throwing potholes.]

[Flick gathered his wits, trying to summon up his remaining courage and remind himself that despite not being where he should be, he was relatively free so far. Saying a quite prayer to deities he was sure he trusted any longer, Flick took a step forward.]

[And then stopped.]

There's something behind me isn't there?

[Maybe if he stayed, really, really still?]

[He craned his neck to try and see the Thing behind him. Nope. on second thought, Flick broke out into a run.]

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[Warrick's not sure he really wants to reply to that, especially since he's very obviously looking through Flick at the creature behind him, but he's opening his mouth to, anyway.

And then he moves. Great.]

Wait, wait --

[NOPE, WAITING IS THE WRONG THING TO DO, and he waves Flick closer before tossing up a spherical shield as green as his skin around them.]

Sweet Lurlene! Do you have anything you can fight it with?

Flick looked at the male human(since that obviously needed clarification) incredulously. Did he have anything he could fight with?

"No! I'm a pacifist." He certainly wasn't going to ask one of the dehar for more help. It hand't worked five seconds ago and when it did work it had gotten him in more than enough trouble. Thanks for nothing.

Flick had the decency to look apologetic at least. In fact, he looked like he had just come from a party. Granted, a party where one of his ex's decided to lock him in the guest bedroom and appoint guards, but it had still been a party. If Warrick was paying any attention to him and not in survival mode trying to fend off the Thing now in front of them, Flick looked oddly androgynous, like an almost perfect melding of male and female, complete with an imperceptible voice.

"You look like you're doing just fine though!" He commented, indicating the nice green shield. Magic. Very helpful.

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[A pacifist... What a weird thought. Warrick wishes he could look a little less dumbfounded by Flick's... Well, everything.]

Thank you? [OZMA HELP HIM] I don't know long it's going to last.

[Hrgh. His tiny knife worked just fine against fairy-sized folk, but against this... Man, where was Emma? Or Selva! This weird monster would make an excellent hat, probably.]

Listen, can you reach into my bag and feel around until you get an axe? It shouldn't be far.

[But the bag connected to an entire room, which was full of junk, so... Best of luck, Flick.]

Maybe you could let me know if you do anything useful, too...?

He was a very pretty asian.....well, Warrick might not be entirely sure if Flick was male or female. No breasts were visible but he had slight hips, the sides of his head here shaved, the hair on the top of his head long and black, and back in a ponytail.

"I'm a shaman. I don't think that' useful here." Flick gave him a look. "I also cook." Trying to be useful and help them not get eaten, he opened the man's pack and felt around for an axe.

".....This pack does not look big enough for all the stuff I'm feeling. You sure it's in here!?" Flick kept his eyes on the Thing.

[Frankly, Warrick is far more concerned with being gored to death. Or...this person being gored to death. He supposed that he wouldn't be happening to him, what with him essentially being a constantly regenerating corpse and all. Ah, good times.]

Cooking is even less useful, unless you think you can turn it into a pie.

[PLEASE TAKE THIS MORE SERIOUSLY, STRANGER...]

It's connected to -- never mind. It's enchanted! It's definitely there. Hang on, move back with me.

[More distance between them and the Doomed would be good, though Warrick isn't exactly hasty about it. Splitting his concentration between where he's stepping and this shield was probably more difficult than it should be, but he was just so drained, still, from the fall...]

Flick was more worried about being gored to death and getting his blood on the human. He could kill this poor soul without meaning too. He moved back with him, walking step for step, his hand still in the backpack.

"Not until after it's dead.But then? Maybe?" Flick paused a second. "Oh, it's magic. That makes it easier!" He let out a little agmara, searching like for like, and wrapped his hands around the object, pulling. " One axe coming up. Here you go."

[Even if his blood wasn't messed up, Warrick would want to avoid it, which is why he sort of...hesitates when he's handed his trusty axe. If this thing was as gooey on the inside as it looked, he didn't want to be close enough to be splashed. The pain of his new burn on the right side of his face from the champagne thrown at him was still far more fresh in his mind than he was comfortable with. At least most of him was covered...]

Do you know anything about this thing? I haven't read about anything like it before!

[As he's hefting his axe... For such a skinny little twig, he definitely knows how to handle it. Which is good because the Doomed is baring down on them at this point and Warrick's preparing to drop his shield.]

test drive meme #12

Flick | Wraeththu | Scenario 1

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