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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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scenario one;

That's it!

[ignis calls this out to absolutely no one as he pulls a lance out of a giant dead bug and then pulls a notebook from his pocket. he can absolutely hear the approaching footsteps of more of them but give him a second while he scribbles down something into the notebook, furiously writing away until the very last second possible --

and then he turns, jumps, and sticks his lance right between the eyes of another one. the lance phases out of existence and daggers appear in his hands, and he delivers a flurry of blows to this next creature looking to be killed.]

Is that all you've got?

scenario three

[ignis is holding a coffee cup that is very much empty, the contents of it spilled all over the floor and indeed on his clothes as well. but he looks...surprisingly not upset about this experience. instead, he sets the coffee mug down on the counter and proceeds to refill it with tea.]

Ah, well, it was just coffee.

[this is some outrageous behavior, honestly]

[ You know they say there's no use crying over spilled milk but spilled coffee and Ignis together should at the very least end in a curse to the Six. Gladio doesn't know whether he should be impressed or supremely terrified.

Actually, it's a little hard to be terrified right now, but there's just enough surprise in Gladiolus for it to get through. ]

Iggy, you feeling okay?

[whatever gladio it's not even ebony so like honestly?? who cares.]

Absolutely fine. Why do you ask?

[he asks, with coffee still dripping off his gloved hand.]

( one | if nothing comes easy as long as we're breathing | fear )
( There's a certain logic to the world. Wake up, make sure your siblings eat breakfast and go to school, that grandma has the right pair of glasses because she's lost them again, avoid a kidnapping attempt, get to your workshop class. It changes around - sometimes you've gotta help your aunt clean, sometimes there's no kidnap attempt - but it's always a rush, always set to leave you breathless.

Welcome to the life and times of Rosa Rivera, whose day-to-day definitely doesn't include waking up next to a Bombadier Bug. Or, really, anything to do with ending up in a strange, underground city.

(But then, how many people can say that is their day-to-day?) )

Ew! Ewewewew. Gross!

( Scrambling away and whining in a high-pitched voice? Might, just maybe, be a sign that this girl isn't exactly carrying anything that's going to prove useful in getting her out of the Colosseum alone. )

( two | hit the ground running, leave 'em in the dust. only run with those we can trust | confusion )
( Look, she's a teenager. Looking at herself? Not an unusual thing. Spending hours in the mirror, analysing the progression of a new pimple or taking selfies when she's feeling herself? These are things Rosa knows pretty well.

Looking at herself, a fully-formed, autonomous human being?

Not something she knows as well.

Their voices echo together, young and concerned about all the real things. )

Is that, like, really what my hair looks like now? Ughhh, that's so sad! I miss my straighteners. Total nightma~re!

( One of these girls furrows her brow. The other grins, bright and amused. )

Well! I guess it's, like, time for me to go play! You think someone can take me to the caves?

( The one that smiles bounds off - practically skipping - without waiting for an answer, ready to grab a nearby ~~sucker~~ person and take them on a fun adventure in the caves.

If said person dies in the process, well. Oops. At least she's safe. )

( three | 'cause if it's fast or slow all i really know is i'm gonna enjoy the ride | tranquility )
( So, maybe this place isn't so bad. It's kinda relaxing. Sorta like that spaced out feeling you get when you're warm and cozy, wrapped up in blankets and not quite tired enough to actually fall asleep. Just dozing.

Rosa plucks a can of spam from the shelves of a store and nods to herself. )

Good. This'll do just fine.

( Rosa, please. You've never thought plain, tinned spam was fine. )

Edited 2017-01-21 18:45 (UTC)

FEAR:

[ Bugs have never been Gladio's favorite enemy, but honestly? It beats fighting daemons. It may seem somewhat strange, a man in a leather jacket (where is his shirt?) hefting a shield in his hand to try and knock the beasts away, but Gladiolus is clearly in his element, smiling as he smashes a particularly small arachnid under his heel. ]

Come on, I'm not even breaking a sweat here.

[ Suddenly, as if from thin air, a giant sword appears in his hands, its length easily as long as he is tall. He spins it around with little effort, crushing several bugs until only a handful of large ones remain. Maybe he could use some help? Nah, not likely. He seems to be doing just fine. ]

You guys wanna go?

CONFUSION:

[ A double of Gladiolus is a dangerous thing indeed. He knows every one of Gladio's moves and weaknesses, and while Gladio would argue that he doesn't have all that many, his doppelganger sure seems to disagree. The two of them stand face to face, just short of going at each other's throats as hazel eyes meet hazel. ]

You abandoned your friends when they needed you. Just admit it! Being Noct's shield -- you never had a choice, that's why you ran away-- [ Hard to tell which one of them strikes first, but there's punches flying left and right now. ] You shut your damn mouth!

[ Ah, this isn't going to go well, is it. ]

TRANQUILITY:

[ Despite his hot temper, Gladiolus doesn't quite look out of place simply taking it easy, keeping a steady eye as he turns the page on the book his hands. It's some kind of trashy fantasy novel? He doesn't love being interrupted, but now seems like a good time to mess with him. For once, he isn't going to care. ]

Hmm, she was dead all along, huh. Wow. [ All totally deadpan. He turns another page. ] Didn't see that coming.

SOMETHING ELSE?

[ wildcard for anything else! ]

[ I mean that's totally true, but also... Gladio tilts his head, still confused. ]

You... got some on your shirt. And your gloves. I don't think I've ever seen you wear so much as an ink stain before.

[ Nevermind the creepy-crawlies that have just run amok. Somehow, all of that and the entire situation of being stuck in this cave doesn't quite bother him much anymore. Or anything else, really. For the first time in weeks, Noctis feels pretty at ease. Something to be suspicious about, but he figures he'll dwell on that later. ]

[ He doesn't quite hear the sound of coffee being spilled, but he certainly hears a very, very familiar voice that could never be mistaken. ]

Ignis?

[ Just a turn, and... how the hell did he almost pass that ridiculous pompadour? He would be shocked, hit with a wave of various other emotions, were if not for this strange calm that has him. He'd been long separated from his attendant, worried sick considering his condition. But none of that worry is here. Only relief. ]

When...

Where the hell did you come from?

[ just a touch too distracted to point out the mess. He'll get there. ]

Edited 2017-01-21 19:16 (UTC)

Oh.

[ignis looks down at his shirt. guess gladio is right]

I hadn't noticed. It'll wash out.

[later...]

[man noct so good to see you

is what he would say if he were from the same canon point and/or not under tranquility's spell. but as it is, ignis just nods a acknowledgement of his king's presence.]

Hello, Noct. I would offer you some coffee, but. [a shrug] It appears to be all over the floor. Would you like some tea, instead?

[ Man, he'd be totally worried if things weren't so damn chill right now. Instead he just shrugs. Ok, sure..... ]

You don't have like, a spare shirt or something? You're usually Mr. Prepared for Everything.

[ Next you'll forget to style your hair or something WHERE DOES THE WEIRDNESS END ]

I suppose I must.

[and as you can see he is in such a hurry to go get it]

[ This is ridiculously surreal. Noctis looks around as if doing so would confirm whether or not this is all real. So far? It is. Noctis can't fight that relief that he feels, the calm working in tandem despite the actual look of confusion on his face to his inner turmoil here. It's been far too long since he's seen Ignis, and they didn't exactly separate at a good time. ]

Ah,

S...ure.

[ He slowly sits down in an adjacent chair. Noctis looks Ignis up and down before reaching for as many napkins as he can grab in front of him. ]

Here.

[ He passes them over to Ignis, for the purpose of cleaning himself up. His brow is raised. ]

When did you get here?

[ Iggy "No Chill" Scientia, everybody. Gladio shrugs. Apparently it's not that big a deal so sure, whatever. Maybe spilling hot coffee isn't as big a deal when you wear a shirt. (Gladdy no.) ]

Are you drinking tea?

Yes. Orange pekoe. Do you want some?

[he holds his mug formerly containing coffee in gladio's direction.]

[oh. well. since noct offers them, ignis does manage to clean of his hands so he's not got burning hot coffee on them. this was a success. good for you, noct! taking care of ignis!]

Not long ago.

[he's so chill and not at all confused or upset about this which is troubling no matter who it's coming from, definitely, but probably infinitely more so when it's coming from ignis.]

It's like I don't even know you, man.

[ But of course he will take the offered tea because why not? No, seriously, he can't think of any reason not to. Everything is kind of hazy.

He takes a sip. Wow, you could have warned him that it was still hot? But despite the burnt tongue, Gladio just nods. ]

S'good.

[normally, ignis would have at least feigned offense at gladio's comment but now? eh]

It is sufficient.

[like all things right now.]

[ See, this? This is why he chose to stay inside and mind over his father and Luna. What lie ahead back in Eos was bad enough, but given the circumstances here? He's starting to wonder which situation holds the worst crap. Noctis finds himself wading through a mess, keen on getting back to the apartment as soon as possible before this night gets worse. But a voice yanks him backward, a deep and throaty sort of voice that can only belong to--]

Gladio?!

[ He rushes for it. Maybe it's a trick, maybe he's having an elaborate dream. But he thought as much in the face of Regis and Lunafreya and discovered how horribly wrong he was. This isn't the Keep, this isn't Niflheim. And Ardyn's manipulations have no hold here. No, a different sort of psycho runs the place. More than one, even. ]

[ Closing enough distance confirms it. His guard is right there... well. Guards. Noctis had gotten word of doubles delivering havoc to the city but he hadn't quite seen it for himself. He's not sure which one is which, and he isn't sure if the guy airing his personal grievances about failures is the one. He's never heard Gladio berate himself before. Noctis grits his teeth, fists clenched as he prepares himself from a distance. ]

Gladio! Right here!

[ Not likely the best idea, and before he can even attempt to come forward and help, something grabs him by the shoulder. ]

As if you could handle that. He's kicked your sorry ass since you were a kid.

What did you--

[ Noxtis turns to see he's got a similar situation. A double, darkened in his gaze despite a devious grin that takes hold. ]

He'a been right all along, you know. About how unworthy you are. How spoiled and unprepared you've always been? As if you could pry him off himself when you can barely hold your own.

[ He hands back the tea. It's not actually that good but it's not bad either. It's chill. ]

You gonna be okay? This is really hot.

[ He says, in a fair deal of pain but like everything else, he's totally fine with it? ]

Aw, great.

[ Either his double or the real thing seems to note Noct's sudden appearance. His double is definitely the one who spoke though, since he seems more than ready to stand back and watch the prince get attacked by the very same problem Gladiolus was dealing with. Even in the face of his doubts, Gladio would never shirk his duty. Of course, this means he's distracted enough for his double to land a few solid punches on him, but it takes a lot more than that to get Gladiolus to back down. ]

Outta my way! [ Gladio draws his sword and knocks his double away for now. He runs up to his prince and tries to place himself between the real thing and the fake. ] Noct! Are you okay?

[ I mean now they have two doubles to contend with, but seeing His Highness uninjured is at least something of a relief. One that won't last very long, as Gladio's double draws his sword now too. Shit. ]

[ Hey, he's capable of being a responsible friend every once in a while. Plus, he's sort of gotten into the habit of... taking care of people. Lately, that is. ]

No kidding.

[ At least he came here in one piece. Noctis was starting to worry that the rest of his friends, should they ever show up, would come here with a myriad of injuries on the brink of death. He should be concerned or uncomfortable-- Something other than completely and totally chill in the face of this. Now Eos is sans its Chosen King and one of his attendants. But Noctis finds himself selfishly relieved and content in Ignis being here. ]

[ Yeah, it's really freaking weird. ]

So...

[ Elephant in the room. Why are you all in one piece, Ignis? ]

What... Happened?

[ Really dumb question, Noct. That could allude to anything. ]

[ Noctis doesn't need a double to remind him of his own guilt and holdups. He just prefers to keep them to himself. The prince furrows his brow and immediately shrugs his shoulder from the double's grasp, gritting his teeth as his blade emerges from thin air and into his hand. ]

[ As Gladio takes a stand between the two, Noctis takes a step back. He prepares himself, uncertain as to whether or not this guy is the harmful double. But he's forced to take his chances. Especially in considering the guy proudly took a few hits before skidding in front of him. ]

As okay as I can be. Where the hell did you come from?

[ Noctis' double takes his own blade shortly after the original, almost delighted in the face of this opportunity. He shrugs his shoulders after being so rudely shoved off of his original, keen to approach the double of his guard. ]

Can never have just a private talk. Gotta hide behind your buddies, who are only your buddies because they're paid to be. By the way.

[ So fine. He's happy in partnering up with Gladio's double to teach the two of them a lesson. The original Noctis, however, tightly grips the hilt of his blade. ]

How about we talk later, huh?

Edited 2017-01-21 21:33 (UTC)

SCENARIO ONE: FEAR

Why bugs?!

[is the disgusted, hilariously high-pitched whine coming from one blond who is keeping a fine distance between himself and humongous bugs by shooting at them. he's come to the miserable realisation that he's not really doing as much damage as he wishes he were.]

--wha?! They're not the mushy type?

[if there's one thing prompto absolutely dislikes, it has to be bugs. all sizes, all shapes, all colours. this is like a nightmare come true for him. a gross nightmare.]

[in the entirety of his up and down pirouetting about, jumping out of the way or simply ducking by rolling out of the way, he ends up slamming his back way too hard on the ground, causing him to yelp and be left to writhe in pain on the ground.]

[until he catches sight of one nasty, big bug looming over him, ready to strike]

Ah!? It's man down! Man-- [BANG!, the creature retreats as aftershock from the shot] --down!

[BANG!, again, but the bug seems unphased this time, taking a moment to place itself after the second shot (a scratch, on its exoskeleton), and stomping four of its terrifyingly gross legs around prompto, effectively trapping him]

Ughkk!

[he knows awaiting for help is a silly hope at this point, and although he would really love it, he's doing the logical thing and taking a picture of the underside of the bug that is imprisoning him and likely about to force its stingers onto him.]

[click-vrrrr, and prompto's moving out of the way right as the stingers plunge onto the ground he had been occupying, taking another shot at the beast, even if he trips and falls back on his behind, again--shows you you can't shoot a picture and shoot your gun at the same time.]

[he's an idiot, help him.]

SCENARIO TWO: CONFUSION

Tu-tu-tu-ru~♪

[prompto is minding his own business, whistling to a tune, nearly damn skipping through the streets--taking pictures and delighting himself in the sights of a city so different from the one he grew up in.]

[there's is always something new and exciting to explore.]

[little does he know, there's his middle school self walking around behind him, quietly, following his every move.]

SCENARIO THREE: TRANQUILITY (slight game spoilers??)

[the last thing he remembers is being shoved off the train--by noctis. the pain that followed coursed through his body and rippled through his joints and bones and had managed to knock him out unconscious. returning to the imperial city brought him more than just pain--but a torment of memories flooding into his self-awareness.]

[but all that prompto feels now--despite finding himself on the ground, turning onto his back; bruised and cut up, blood drying on his skin--is an unnerving sense of calm. his eyes open and he glances up]

Huh? Where am I...?

[clearly, this and being all bruised up and in pain is no issue for him.]

Where's--my camera?

[priorities]

SCENARIO FOUR: WILDCARD

[prompto is here for anything else you might need him for!]

Edited 2017-01-21 20:40 (UTC)

Out of the way!

[In just a matter of seconds, the king's glaive careens into beastly insect with such brutal force that rivals Noctis' strength. Regis' sword slices through the enormous bug's thorax cleanly like a chopped log. The insect flutters lifelessly towards the ground in a severed heap sputtering ever so violently. It's then that the King of Light stabs his blade right through the bugs head with sickening precision. The monster twitches some before eventually dying in a shallow pool of its own mustard hue fluids.

Regis flicks the offending liquid off his glaive with subtle elegance.]

What a disgusting fiend. [The elderly king mutters darkly before turning his gaze towards the troubled youth. A hint of recognition shines within his eyes once he sees the young man's face.]

...I know you. [The king says quietly in muted surprise.] Prompto...? Prompto Argentum?

[Regis blinks his eyes rapidly in obvious confusion.]

My gods, what are you doing here?!

Edited 2017-01-21 21:15 (UTC)

[ It's a good thing he's used to dealing with nasties on the daily, or else he would otherwise become extremely exhausted. Well, he is exhausted, actually. But Noctis is pretending his not for the sake of those he's taking care of. It's because of those people that he's even out here to begin with, to make sure that all of these disgusting creatures are taken out before they get someone who can't ]

[ He approaches the grouping of disgusting insects, large and threatening. Without a word, his blade pierces the ground in the center of the gather. With a flash of blue light, Noctis appears. ]

Piss off!

[ With a graceful shift, Noctis grabs the handle of his blade, slashing through the masses as quickly as he can. He phases through a few quickly, but a following sound of shots fired and a shriek, he's distracted. Noctis grits his teeth as his feet skid the ground upon landing, turning his head quickly to notice a shock of blonde hair sliding underneath a creature with a camera?! ]

[ The prince's eyes widen, and there's a sinking feeling in his gut extremely similar to what he'd felt when running into Regis and Lunafreya. Because the last he'd seen his friend? Noctis had unintentionally shoved him off of a moving train. He refuses to count that phony MT Ardyn had planted for the sake of taunting him. ]

Prompto!

[ Noctis' voice is hoarse as he calls for him, and he rushes quick to his aid in hopes of taking out these things as quickly as possible. ]

Edited 2017-01-21 21:25 (UTC)

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test drive meme #16

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV

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rosa rivera. original.

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Confusion - But this mun is so ridiculously happy right now

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prompto argentum / final fantasy xv

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