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Test Drive Meme #18

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 March 25th, and apps are open April 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 'P' IS SILENT
[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.

The only warning you get is the flapping of wings above you- leathery and noisy, not unlike a herd of bats, before you are descended upon by a creature with a long, sharp beak, beady eyes, and an appetite for blood. Unfortunately, you've come across a pterobuzzard from Stephen King's The Mist.

Despite the difficult to pronounce name, a pterobuzzards' job here is actually quite simple: to eat. With their large bodies, sharp claws, and savage beak, they can rip chunks of flesh from your body and feast on various entrails after you bleed to death. So that's... fun. Maybe you should run inside, where you could totally be safe, until you realize that one of them has the strength to shatter through a window.

Underground bunker, maybe?]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: VERY VERY EXTRAORDINARY
[Something is different about today. From the time you wake up, to the moment you look in the mirror, to the minute you greet your usually-annoying neighbor who you sort of hate. That difference is... love? Surely not- your cold, dead heart has been... well, cold and dead for an eternity!

And yet, you find yourself forgiving your own past mistakes, overcoming the obstacles that stand in the way between you and your acceptance of yourself and just... letting it be. You're a pretty cool person, you know, and you should appreciate yourself a little more! During this event, you're damn well going to, with some self love and acceptance.

Everyone else is on your Nice list as well, though- maybe you have a friend that you've been crushing on? That's dialed up to eleven, now. Or hey, that stranger has some cute shoes and you love them so much it hurts. All's fair in love and... love.

This is a mini-version of the beginning of our upcoming All you need is love event!]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: CLASS IS IN SESSION
[Breathe in, breathe out.

It's a pretty simple concept, but now that you're supposed to be focusing on your breathing, it seems like the most complicated thing in the world. How does breathing help with concentration? Are you breathing the right way? What are you supposed to be thinking about? Do these yoga pants make your butt look cute?

There's too many things to think about and clearing your mind is hard, but the good news is that you're not the only one in Tranquility's yoga class who's having troubles. There's familiar squirming and fidgeting from the people around you who are probably lack just as much chill as you and are having difficulty finding their center.

Whatever that means.

Maybe the person next to you looks just as lost as you are, or maybe their side crane pose is really on point and you want to ask for tips. Either way, whispering is allowed as you contort yourself into human pretzels, so chatter away!]

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[prompto is not allowed out for the time being. his wounds may have been healed, but he's not emotionally ready to handle the streets yet. not with ardyn around, with things as they are... at least, that's what his friends have told him. this makes for a bored prompto, who nervously checks his phone for any word from the enemy.]

[and then stumbles upon the voice of someone that makes him grip his phone so tight he fears damaging it, bolting upright from the couch he was lying on]

[he finds his voice soon as he hits the reply button]

Iggy?! Nevermind the phone, I'll come look for you!

[That's certainly the last voice Ignis expects to hear.

Prompto was gone, last he remembered. There was an unfortunate call from a distressed Noctis, and he had put all his focus into ensuring there was no fear he was lost to them forever. But there was uncertainty in his resolve, knowing the Chancellor.

Needless to say, when he finds out he's been injured by him here, it'll be bittersweet. Alive, but unwell after all.]

...Prompto? It's good to hear you again, but-- I'm afraid I don't know where I am. I don't know where you've been, either. I've been told this is very, very far from home.

It is! But it's not that big of a place, I could... I'll try my best to find you, just don't go moving about too much.

[prompto is running with his last memory of ignis; the man is blind. to ask for directions or landmarks will not work out too well. prompto has always been rather careful about this, not wanting to make the older man feel lessened by his condition.]

[still, he gets up from the couch and puts on his boots, hurrying out the door with a couple of sweaters (for himself, and--ignis).]

[phone still close to his mouth as he hurries, he speaks]

What kind of things do you hear? Or smell?

I hear... running water,but it's... it must be regulated here. A dam? This must be a river. How odd for a cave...

[In hindsight, Ignis had passed through shops and disrepaired spires to the pathways along the river. He stopped just before one of the bridges-- thank God, they were a death trap even for those who could see-- before Prompto had answered him.

There he is, looking out for him more than Ignis knows. It's a shame he wasn't there just yet, because Ignis might just be smiling.]

I'm not going anywhere, Prompto. Do not rush yourself.

[he will rush regardless motherfucker, you can't tell him how to live his life!]

[and he will, rush, towards the river after ignis mentioning it]

The river! There's a couple of bridges, but just stay where you are! I'll find it.

[needless to say, prompto's running now, going from one bridge to the other, hoping to find ignis standing at the next one he tries out. it's his luck, however,that at the very last bridge he decides to go to he spots the silhouette of their more elegant friend.]

Ignis!

[no familiar nickname; prompto's huffing now, trying to catch his breath, as he approaches the other with a squandering trot, hands to his knees when the distance is but small between them]

I, Iggy...

[he's overwhelmed]

[(it's been so long; last he saw ignis, it was at the train, right before he was taken into the keep. he didn't know if he was ever going to see anyone again. it's--been so long.)]

[prompto rubs at his eyes, grateful that ignis won't notice, and stands up straight, immediately offering a sweater]

Are, you cold...?

[ignis may not be able to see tears, but he can probably hear it in the cracks of prompto's voice]

[Ignis usually prides himself for his patience, but try as he may, he can't help how antsy he is. He occupies himself with going through the phone's contacts, furrowing his brows as he already has Prompto's contact programmed into it. And... Gladio? And... Some of these can't be right.

There will be another time to raise those questions, though. Prompto sounded so desperate that Ignis shoves it away and rushes to meet him halfway. Do as he says, not as he does, apparently.]

Prompto. Relax. [He places a firm grip on Prompto's shoulder as he steadies himself, only thinking of releasing him once his breath wasn't so labored. He's offering something-- Oh.

Oh, Prompto. His smile is strained at how kind he is when he sounds so upset. Any idea of scolding him for not taking his time is out the window, replaced with a softer reply.] As a matter of fact, I am. Hold these, will you?

[He strips off his glasses and hands them over with his walking stick, almost eager to get his sweater overhead. He was grateful, and not just because he wanted to cheer him up. The last he remembered was a very cold train.] Are you alright?

[prompto starts at that, holding out his hands for the glasses and the walking stick, holding them gingerly and most carefully, glancing between them and ignis, feeling a rotten feeling of concern wash over him still--even now--despite ignis proving that he is more than the injuries to his eyes.]

[he tries a smile the second ignis has his head over the sweater and he hands the glasses back, along with his walking stick]

Yeah, just catching my breath, y'know...

[but the smile doesn't last long. instead, holds onto ignis' arm (the one not holding onto the walking stick) and starts leading the way off the bridge completely, down onto land--and looks straight at the ground, to make sure ignis won't trip on anything]

There's a place we can stay. We shouldn't be out too long.

[Normally, Ignis might protest to being lead along. But he knows Prompto isn't as happy ass he can be, and instead of pulling away he opts to find his hand and fit it in his.]

I do hope it's more than a cave within a cave. Though I'm not sure I put that past you lot...

[His priority is to focus on seemingly being trapped her, though, so--] What is on my sweater? Does it suit me?

[prompto stops, looking up at ignis, then down at his sweater]

It's... three cats shooting lasers at presents.

[very cheery. prompto just noticed it, too, and breaks into a proper smile. although it's cold, ignis being here fills him with relief, a warmth underlined by the older's hand in his]

[it really has been a while]

There's a kettle in the house! [he persists, hurrying back now, voice a higher pitch] I'll prepare tea, and you can warm up more! You can also have my bed, I think we're full otherwise, a-and, y'know...

[he's working himself up; sniffling and rubbing tears away with the back of his free hand]

It's not Eos, but-- but-- we're together, at least!

A stove, a kettle, and a hot cup of tea is all I need, Prompto. We'll work out my sleeping arrangements when we get there.

[All Ignis wants to do is frown at how quick Prompto gets back on edge. He was one to worry, but... not this much. Never this much.

He threads his fingers through Prompto's and gives a tight, reassuring squeeze.] I'm not going anywhere, and I'm certainly not letting you out of my... [ha, ha, sights.] ... Why don't you tell me about the pictures you've taken here?

[you can hear prompto flinching as ignis begins but doesn't end that thought, and even at the request. but, this is ignis. he wouldn't say anything to purposely make prompto feel upset about.]

[which is why he persists, bracing himself for the onslaught of unrepentant emotion, and continues leading ignis to the house]

I haven't taken many! ...I got some from the orchard, and when I went cave exploring for a bit. Just, buildings, also.

[he seems to be doing better when he's talking about things he likes, such as photography]

I'll hafta describe where our house is at. It's this weird spire-like thing, you know? Nothing elegant like back home.

Not that our accommodations were always elegant. I think I'd take a room over sleeping in a tent with you lot.

[Is he kidding? Maybe. Mostly. One out of the four of them snores and he would have the "pleasure" of making them get up and out.

He won't focus too much on home, though. One, to keep Prompto in a better mood. Two... well, he's still a big of a nerd as ever.]

Are they made of stone? Are we in some sort of ruins, perhaps...?

[that's right. ignis is always the first to bring up the reality of their situations, but always in such a way where it shows that he's in no way put off by it.]

Hmm. Kind of. It's a strange looking city, kinda with a lot of open space, if y'ask me.

[turning his head to look up at the other, prompto wonders]

...what's the last thing you remember, before coming here?

[A lot of open space... Ignis is suddenly more grateful than he originally was, having Prompto's hand. Getting lost with no guidelines wasn't ideal.

His fingers twitch at the question, and his less injured eye shut briefly at the question Answering it was more difficult than he thought.]

You'd fallen off the train. Noct was under a reasonable amount of stress with you gone. We pushed forward on another train hoping to find you, and things got... terribly cold. I believe his Highness was going through another trial-- I can't remember past falling unconscious.

Personally, I think I preferred the Titan the most. At least you knew when rocks were going to fly at you, right?

[so... ignis is up to date, for the most part. that's good. still--despite their looking for him, nothing clears up if they did or not. he knows noctis and gladiolus and ignis wouldn't leave him behind--no way--so he can't hold that uncertainty against them.]

[still, he can't help but wonder about that. he did survive that, right?]

[(the thought of asking ardyn makes him sick)]

So, you reached Shiva after all... Ah, there's a ramp here, look out.

[carefully, prompto helps ignis down the ramp, opting to also offer his hand over the older's forearm as support]

--either way, I'm glad you're here, Iggy. [and since prompto isn't one to hold back on embarrassing bursts of emotion] I missed you. I'm sure Gladio did, too.

[As regular as Prompto's bursts of emotions are, it still throws Ignis off hearing... that. Hearing about him. He was used to assumptions that he was always fine, and placed his concerns with making sure the others were. That's how it's supposed to be.

His smile comes harder, now. His smile has looks like it’s hard for him to be doing it at all, but his voice is steady when he accepts the hand on his arm.] I missed you more than you care to know, Prompto. I'm glad you're both safe.

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[prompto makes an affirmative sound, but refuses to say more. that's because he can't trust himself with vocalising what he thinks, afraid he'll sound more embarrassing (words cracking, as one does). instead, prompto focuses on leading the way home.]

[this doesn't last very long though, as he becomes--typically--overwhelmed, and without much of a warning throws himself to hug the older man.]

Iggy!

[he's not crying (he kinda is)]

[Ignis is startled, to say in the least. It was easier to deduce the reasons behind silence from Prompto when he could read his expressions, then decide whether or not he should pry. In recent events, he had been relying on him to be more vocally obvious if he needed counsel.

So Prompto throws himself at him rather suddenly for a blind man, but Ignis does not place his arms around him any slower than he normally would. If anything, he was faster. Perhaps he was in need of the embrace more than he would care to let on.

His fingers clench into the back of Prompto's sweater. He couldn't keep him in his sights, but he would be damned if he lost him again.]

You're safe now, Prompto. I am not going anywhere, and neither are you.

[one thing about ignis is how explicit he is in his words; how he says exactly what he feels, and what he feels is unabashedly genuine. whereas noctis would sometimes consider things as already obvious despite the silence and gladiolus force his encouragement through harsher words and actions, ignis more gentle ways are exactly what prompto needs.]

[prompto, on the one hand, wants to be strong and reliable enough to help ignis get used to this place--firmly believing that the man can handle himself after some time to acclimate. on the other hand... prompto has been needing his support more than what he'd like to let on.]

[you're safe now has him nodding against the older man's shoulder, committing the statement as a promise. even with ardyn pulling strings on prompto in violent ways, prompto's willing to believe what ignis says.]

I know.

[ignis never breaks his promises--for as long as prompto's known him. he draws back from the hug, abashed.]

...sorry for springing that up on you. [it's easy to forget ignis has trouble seeing, now, if at all] I'll give you a warning next time.

[as if]

[...hesitantly putting his weight onto his wounded leg and feeling the sting of the moderately fresh cut, prompto vows,]

I'll... I'll look out for you too.

[a big claim to make, but prompto is nothing if not earnest]

[Ignis has plenty to say about how it is absolutely fine for Prompto to fling himself on him if it meant he would hold nothing back. He nearly starts to say such, but hearing him again has him shutting his mouth before any words could come. He'll look out for him.

It means more to him than Prompto knows. Ignis has plenty, plenty to say, but he refrains from putting Prompto in an awkward position to hear it in the middle of an unknown city, when he already feels there was discomfort over... something. He places those feelings to the side, swallowing a potential lump in his throat and squeezing Prompto's shoulder reassuringly.]

I daresay you'll have to... at least, for a little while. [He musters a laugh, releasing his shoulder to grasp his hand again.] Let's get home, shall we?

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Test Drive Meme #18

FOUR!! mum ;-;

son!! reaches out

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ignis always smiles WITH HIS EYES

NOW JUST WITH ONE EYE

shakes fist at!!!

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