dankmemes | test drive meme #16

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 January 24th, and apps are open February 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: THE CREEPY CRAWLIES
[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 to impale you on its giant claws and crunch your bones between its mandibles. That's right, this time the Door is bringing you bugs from Starship Troopers, in all their giant and disgusting glory!

Bugs are, well, giant insects that come in all shapes and sizes, depending on the rank, and are way too tall or too heavy than they have any right to be. They can move quickly, most of them have the ability to fly, and their exo-skeletons means that it's difficult to really hurt them unless you've got some muscles on you. Or a really big boot, I guess.]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO TWO: WHO'S THAT IN THE MIRROR?
[Something's lurking in the dark. Something that really wants to ruin your day by any means necessary- that includes preying on your darkest fears, or just, you know, simply killing you. But that's not a problem, right? You're big and tough! Except, so is this creature out to get you. And it knows all of your weaknesses and insecurities too because, well... it is you.

Doubles of characters will be flooding the city and attempting to ruin the originals lives by whatever means necessary. This generally involves killing the original and then impersonating them, but it can also mean killing people you love or just bringing up your awkward teenage years to traumatize you in front of all your new cool friends.

What can you do to stop it? Well, you could kill them first, that certainly won't require a few trips to therapy later! There's always locking them away, or maybe trying to befriend them because hey, who's better at ruining your life than you?

This is a mini version of our Dead Ringers event this month!]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: CAN YOU JUST LIKE, CHILL FOR A SEC?
[Embrace tranquility! Or rather, get pulled, kicking and screaming into an event during which you magically have to find some chill, or else Tranquility will force chill upon you.

For this prompt, characters will find themselves in a state of sudden peace and calm, without much anger or meanness to go around. That guy you hate? Maybe you should give him a peace offering. The chick who stole your girlfriend? Maybe you should congratulate her! Everything is peaceful and everything is... sorta gray.

Don't get me wrong, it's nice to be able to relax, but we have an emotional spectrum for a reason. Pretty soon, the tranquility of this might turn into something a little creepy, even Stepfordish... but it's hard to really care when everything is so damn pleasant, right?]

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1. "Aw he-eeeell no," Amos declared upon being confronted with the giant bug, drawing hell out into about three syallables and rhyming it with hail to fully express his displeasure. His New Orleans accent shone true in that particular sentiment:

He ducked when it clacked giant mandibles at him, and reached into the pocket of his sleeve. Despite the American accent, he was wearing a summer yukata in line with his Aisian features, and wearing the traditional zori with them. The 1911 handgun he pulled out of his sleeve was not as traditional, and he took aim with a professional eye.

He fully expected it when it only made the giant bug mad. "Just my luck," he declared, hiked up his robe, and booked it around the corner fast as he could.

Bard stared down at his boots and decided he was probably dead. He was dead, they'd lost the fight, and he was stuck in the underworld with a godkiller sword hooked to his belt. The Widow didn't seem especially bothered by that, humming merrily away in its sheath, and Bard likely would have gone on feeling sorry for himself a while long if someone hadn't chosen that moment to round the corner and crash bodily into him.

His reaction was, perhaps, not the best for the situation. But his aunts had taught Bard that the best response to someone coming into your space was to knee them in the groin.

Hard.

Amos's general reaction to running into unexpected objects was to shove himself away: between that and being smaller and shorter than most assailants, he caught the knee in his hip instead and went over backwards in a flailing heap with a startled yelp. That was going to be a large bruise. He flipped onto his side, scrabbled for purchase like an overturned beetle, then shot upright and grabbed the stranger's arm on his way past to give him a good starting yank.

"Run!"

As punctuation, the giant angry bug came skittering around the corner, way too close for Amos's peace of mind.

Bard twisted with a hissed curse, grabbing the Widow out of its sheath. As a rule, he didn't like running. His grandfather and most of his uncles called that an unfortunately stubborn habit. In most it would have been a death sentence.

Most people didn't have the Widow.

Most people were very thankful for that.

Bard braced his feet and stabbed. It wasn't hard. The monster just kept coming until the Widow sunk straight into it.

For a moment there was the stink of unfamiliar blood.

Then the Widow began humming and the monster screamed as it was drawn into the blade, body crumbling in on itself like paper.

No footsteps behind him, and Amos glanced over his shoulder...and then stopped because the guy had a sword, a sword against a giant beetle, and Amos started to draw his gun again.

....sweet Virgin Mary.

"Holy Mother," Amos gasped.

Not just a sword, a magic sword. What the fuck.

The monster screams and screams and then goes quiet with a sudden crunch. Blood and other, oddly-shaped pieces lay in a twitching ring around the Widow. Bard just tips his head to the side, watching. It's best not to touch the Widow right after it eats something. Sometimes it forgets and tries to bite him. It always heals the cuts afterwards and Bard supposes that's as close to an apology as something like the Widow can get.

He'd rather avoid the pain, nonetheless. Perhaps that's weak.

Bard turns slightly, running a hand through his hair. He's lost his helmet. "I'm sorry. It's hungry."

The Widow only makes it hurt when its hungry. Otherwise it kills things quickly.

"Ah," Amos says, faintly, and in a reflex he can't quite stop, crosses himself. Magic sentient swords, please don't let it be a demon. He has had enough of those to last him a while. "Well. There are plenty of bugs, I don't think it'll be hungry for long."

If his tone is still a little uncertain and his eyes wide, well, he doesn't actually deal with magic swords very much. At least not in combat. They tend to be relics traded on the black market for large amounts of money, and Amos has only run across a few actually being used. But then, he tends to stay away from the combat side of things as much as he can.

He twitches his yukata straight and bows from the waist, hands at his side. "Amos. Thank you for your help." He straightens, and adds, "I'm...not much of a fighter."

test drive meme #16

Amos Moses Kamiya | OC

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