dankmemes | test drive meme #19

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 April 24th, and apps are open May 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: WHAT A FUNGI
[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.

There you are, walking along, minding your own business, when you come upon a strange... something buried in the ground. No sooner have you noticed it then it pops out, ready to attack. This time, the Door has brought in some Mushbooms, from the Secret of Mana video game.

Mushbooms are large mushroom-shaped creatures that seem to be quite upset that you've infringed upon their territory - though who knew it was their territory to begin with? They attack unpredictably, dancing around before lashing out, and if you're not careful they might just hit you with sleeping powder. But who doesn't need a little nap sometimes?]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO TWO: SHALL WE DANCE?
[You received your invitation - now it's time to attend. Yes, it's the night of Sorrow's masquerade, and surely you're coming prepared. You've found an outfit in the shops, and maybe even a matching mask. You've learned the steps to a dance or two, or maybe you're counting on your partner teaching you.

What will you do, now that you're at the masquerade? Will you enjoy the delicate refreshments on the tables to the side, stuffing your face to avoid making eye contact? Will you make like a wallflower and watch people dance, hoping to be asked yourself? Or maybe you're the brave type, and you'll walk right up to a lovely person and ask them out on the floor. Whatever you do, the night is young - there'll be time for plenty more.

This is a mini version of the last day of our Seven Days of Hadriel event this month!]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: NEW PHONE WHO DIS
[So you called your friend - you're sure you did. You opened up your phone, hit their name in your contacts list, and started chatting. Maybe you have something important to say, maybe you just wanted to shoot the shit. Only - somehow, it's not your friend. It might be a different friend, a perfect stranger, or even someone you hate. Let's hope they speak up before you say something too embarrassing, right?

Or you might be the one getting the call. You answered the phone, and someone started talking as if they knew you - as if you're a close personal friend of theirs. But who the hell is this, anyway? What are you going to do, speak up or let them keep rambling on about their latest fight with their best friend? You might even recognize their voice - wait, did they just call you sweetie? Oh shit, they definitely think they called their boyfriend. Wow, this is awkward.

The longer you wait to speak up the weirder it'll be. Unless, of course, you have no sense of shame at all and are happy to let them make a fool of themselves.]

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scenario 1

[ The last thing the Twin Princes could recall, was hearing the creaking of old wood, scratching against the great floor of their secluded chapel at the top of Lothric Castle. However, this was not another dogged contender for the flame. No, in fact, it was not their door at all, it was another.

Teleportation was not unheard of, the younger prince himself could, in fact, dabble in it. However, he had never heard of being transported so far and so quickly. Raising a skeletal like hand, porcelain elongated fingers, taloned out from what could possibly be the dragon in his bloodline, lifted the hood just a fraction from his face, so that he was able to gaze around their new surroundings.

His brother, the elder of the princes, was not as calm as his sibling, however. Moaning in silent torment at the upheaval as he lay there, mute and blindfolded by his crown at his brother's side. ]

Be still, my dear, brother. Be still. For all is not as it seems...

[ Reaching down, stroking the crippled Giant's face to sooth him. Lothric's sight took some time to adjust, just long enough to spot several small, mushroom-like creatures waddling their way towards them. Placing his palms together, a blinding white light emanated from between his fingers. Soon his sorcery was cast and soon multiple tiny magic projectiles, gold, and glittering floated out into the air. ]

Thou need not waste your energy. Tis lesser fools that you sense. It would be an act of sheer folly for you to rise.

[ Confirming to his brother that there was no need for him to attack, as the glowing gold balls of magic, homing in on each of the small mushroom, dealing great damage to all they collided with.

You would do well to stay back, for Lothric's magic is not bias in what moving target it attacks. ]

Scenario 2

[ A masquerade? The Prince had no need for such merrymaking. Perhaps back when his kingdom and castle were full? Perhaps then, his mother the Queen and his father King ... Before he was consumed with corruption and madness, perhaps then the Prince brothers would have attended such a ball.

It was nothing more than curiosity that made Lothric want to attend. He wanted to know where they were, why they were here? See if he recognized anyone or if anyone recognized him. So there he was, arms strewn around his brother's mighty shoulders, where he lay slumped against his back as the giant, the elder Prince crawled his way into the building.

They were hardly dressed up as fine as some of the other guests were, however, their attire was not at all lost on the venue. Lothric donned the swaddling cloth like holy robes, his mute brother with his crown covering his eyes like a mask or blindfold and still, he wore their family's armor like the Knight he once was before he became nothing more than a tool his younger brother, utilized in battle and as transportation.

As they made their way into the ballroom, only just managing to fit through the door due to Lorian's size, it was inevitable people would stop and stare, who wouldn't? Their presence was imposing, to say the least. ]

If you tire, we may rest a while, dear brother? The hall is full, many eyes turned our way... Yes, rest for now, for you may need your strength again soon.

[ Lothric cooed in his brother's ear as the elder prince came to a halt, sitting there on his kness, greatsword dragged behind him in tired arms. ]

(ooc note: The Princes souls are joined, meaning Lothric can go nowhere without his brother. However! Lorian can not talk, see or otherwise interact with you, he can only help his brother to move around and if needs be, used to attack with his sword.)

2. Masquerade

[It's the apparent weakness that draw her to them, at first. She can't help it: after all, Shira is a sabertooth tiger, one of the most dangerous predator of her time, barring any whale of unusual size, and weakness is what feed her.]

[But it's not the same here. Humans here talk and fight with more than just lances, so just in case, better not and pick fight she couldn't win. And there seems to be little to eat on this one, anyway, thin as he is. It looks like he hadn't eaten anything in a decade or more and there is only so much you can get from bones. As fo the other one, meh. No way she is going to break that shiny rock to get to what is hidden underneath.]

[And, technically, she is a good girl now. She can hunt the non-speaking if she really gets hungry and here they have strict rules against eating anything that can talk. So play nice, Shira. Don't do anything rash, there is always time for that later.]

[She approaches from behind on silent paws, a nice red bow around her neck.]

My, my. What do we have here? I didn't know humans came in such size, or with claws.

[ Apparent indeed. Do not be fooled by his ancient shell of a body, Lothric is more dangerous than he looks and sounds. His voice is small, well spoken with elegance and grace, never raising his tone, not even once. It's easy to see why one would assume him weak but that's okay, it truly is a common mistake.

If there was any surprise in being spoken to by an animal, Lothric masked it well. A simple tilt of his head in the direction of the voice, as it came passing him by from behind. ]

Humans, no they do not. Humans do not grow as tall as Gods, nor have they claws... Not as far as I can recall.

[ His words suggested many things, that he and his brother were not human? That they were Gods? And something else perhaps? Lothric wasn't about to engage in a conversation about what he was, not when addressed by what seemed to be a talking animal of some kind? Indeed, there were magical beasts and monsters that had a voice and could use words where Lothric came from, but he'd never set eyes on one such as this before. ]

Tell me, toothed beast... Are you embered? For hollowed you are not. Had you came from the swirling depths of the abyss, you would reek of corruption and rot... Yet you look alive.

[ A moment of thought passes, Lothric leaning back against his Giant brother to keep himself upright. The elder Prince simply sits there, static and still. The beast could perhaps be an aberrant of the great gray wolf, Sif? ]

[Strange way to talk, and strange words as well. Embered? Hollowed? Gods? Nothing more than gibberish in her ears but she will be damned before she says that aloud: no way she was going to appear weak in front of a human... Or a human looking person anyway. True, he was bigger than the ones she was used to, more delicate looking, and clawed. But he had very little fur, wrapped himself in another skin that wasn't his, so as far as Shira was concerned he was human, just a fancy talking one.]

I am alive, or at least I was last time I checked. And I understood only half of that -you are very far afraid from home, pal, like the rest of us. Whatever laws or things you got back here, there are little chances you'll find them in our lovely cave.

[Shira then cautiously eyed the taller human the wordy one was leaning against. He wasn't moving much but his large... knife? Of some sort? Was dripping liquid fire and if he began to use that she would be 'embered', alright. And by that she meant she would be on fire.]

Is your friend alright? Not the talkative type, I take it.

test drive meme #19

Prince Lothric | Dark Souls 3

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