test drive meme #15

[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 December 25th, and apps are open January 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: YOU SMELL SOMETHING?
[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 knock you out, drag you back to its cave, and hang you upside down for some reason. This time, the Door has brought in a number of Wampas, from the Star Wars movies.

Wampas are large and furry, in order to stay warm and alive on their native ice planet of Hoth. While their white fur helps them blend in at home, it's less helpful in Hadriel - but that's fine! They're giant and terrifying with big claws and teeth, they don't really need camouflage too. They'll be more than happy to hunt you down - and if they don't eat you right there, they could knock you out and take you home for a later meal. If you wake up in a wampa cave, let's hope you remembered your lightsaber.]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: WE'RE ALL PISSED OFF HERE
[For some reason, something's just pissing you off today. It's something weird, too, something that wouldn't normally bother you at all. Maybe it's jackets or buildings with too many windows. Maybe it's animals or the simple act of sleeping. Whatever it is, it's total bullshit and you hate it.

What are you gonna do about it? Smash some windows? Kick a puppy? Or hey, maybe you'll run across someone who hates that thing just as much as you do, and you'll make a new friend! Or a new enemy, if they're wearing that most horrible of wardrobe items, a jacket.

This is a mini version of our Why Do You Have To Be Mad? event this month!]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON
[Generosity and charity have infected the city! And hey, that's a good thing, right? Hadriel could use a little more kindness. Who knows what's causing it - Delight is probably bored - but whatever it is, maybe it's affected you, too.

If it has, you'll be inspired by the desire to give gifts to your friends, your family, that stranger across the street. Of course, Hadriel doesn't have a lot of gift shops, so... well, maybe you should just give them the shirt off your back? Or hey, smash a shop window and grab that can of beans, they'll love that! You could even steal your friend's favorite jacket and give it to your other friend. How generous of you!

Or maybe you're totally unaffected, and a complete stranger just ran up to you on the street and tried to give you a shirt they ripped off their friend. It's, uh. Not weird. Aren't you gonna say thank you?]

Comments

lunafreya nox fleuret • final fantasy xv • contains spoilers past ch. 9!

[devotional]

FEAR.

[ While Lunafreya can’t claim to have seen many daemons in an up-close and personal capacity during her lifetime, she has to admit that these creatures are unlike anything she has ever seen before. They are massive, with wicked looking claws and even more wicked teeth, lumbering around in a way that can only be described as “excessively aggressive.” While the Oracle certainly knows her way around a trident, she finds herself unarmed and defenseless, giving her no choice but to hide within a conveniently-situated alleyway between two small buildings, waiting for the trouble to pass.

She feels she’s scarcely had any time to breathe, let alone think. This strange, new place is one she had initially mistaken for the Beyond, as that would be the only location that would make sense. Luna’s memories are a blur of color and sound, the final thing she remembers being her vision going black as Leviathan’s Astral energies consumed her beneath the crushing weight of Altissia’s bay.

Anyone who comes upon her will see that she wears a fine silken dress, torn up the side and worse for the wear; a large, dark red stain blooms across the right side of her torso, the fabric covering her flesh torn in a slit but revealing whole and healthy skin underneath. She sits stock-still, poised to dart out from her hiding spot in the event of discovery by the lumbering creatures wandering the streets. If she’s scared (and she rightfully is), she certainly doesn’t show it, her face a mask of calculated determination and will.

When she finally does move, it’s likely because she’s heard someone shuffling towards her, and she twirls around, long, blonde hair flying in a curtain behind her head. Her eyes are wide in surprise and what is undoubtedly fear, though the expression disappears in the span of a heartbeat, replaced with a look of worry. ]

I do not believe they have noticed me yet, [ She breathes, keeping her voice low. ] Pray, keep your distance and do not venture further this way, lest--

[ And with that, one of the creatures roars. ]

DELIGHT.

[ As the Oracle of Eos, Lunafreya is no stranger to gifts, though she very rarely accepts them, feeling that her duties are to be expected and not rewarded. While she is grateful for any and all tokens presented to her, she’s mildly taken aback by the way a certain individual abruptly and dramatically rips their shirt from their person, proffering it to her with a smile as wide as the Duscae region. ]

My dear friend, [ She begins, affecting a confused but friendly smile while taking a step back. ] I… I thank you for your generous gift, but I could not in good conscience accept something so valuable. It would please me more to know that you will not succumb to exposure with it still in your possession.

[ She can’t help but wonder at the sorry state of her own clothing at the presentation of such a unique gift, and when she looks down at the tattered remains of her dress, she supposes that she can’t really blame the person in front of her for wanting to assist. Though appearance means very little in the grand scheme of things, she looks a right mess. ]