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Test Drive Meme #22
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 July 25th, and apps are open August 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 WRONG KIND OF SCARY
[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's an odd shuffling to your right and to your left. Do you know what that is? Maybe not, but at least nobody else does either. You might peek at an eye stalk or a stinger, you might catch a glimpse of something that can maybe pass for fingers... or maybe it just has a mouth on its butt because its creator was feeling particularly sadistic that day. That's right, you're looking at the creatures from Spore, EA's infamous alien creation game with the most awkward alien creator imaginable.
These particular Spore creatures are the carnivorous kind, the kind who seek out and eat other creatures so that they can instantly procreate to pass on their victim's genetic code and make their species even more wild. You might not want to stick around and watch the mating process. I promise it's just as weird as you think.]
T R A N Q U I L I T Y / C O N F U S I O N
SCENARIO TWO: STEPFORD SUNDAY
[You wake up one lovely weekend morning to the sounds of birds chirping outside and sun streaming through your window. What a wonderful day to be perfectly normal and happy in the suburbs! Your family is all around you, like a Norman Rockwell painting, happy to go about their average day in their average life in their average city.
So what if your sister is an archdemon? Or your father is somehow a dragon? It's just the way that things have always been... isn't it?
The perceptive of you may begin to see cracks in the veneer, may begin to wonder why everything seems to be so perfect... and as the truth begins to unfold, it paints a much darker picture than the one you're seeing. Are you sure you don't want to stay, just a little while longer?
This is a mini version of our Stepford Summer event this month!]
R A G E / D E L I G H T
SCENARIO THREE: CAKE WARS
[There are plenty of ways in this world to rouse your competitive spirit. Many of them involve athletics- few involve such beautiful edible artistry as this.
That's right, you're in a cake baking competition, and no matter how competitive you normally are, thanks to Rage's influence, you want to win. Competitors can be in teams of two or alone, and they have until morning to bake their cakes to the fullest and bring it to Delight's temple for judging.
So what kind of cake baker are you? Do you revel in your artistry? Do you measure everything and carefully prepare each icing tip? Or do you know that you suck at cooking and decide to use the opportunity to sabotage your opponent's cake instead? Nothing is off limits, and all's fair in cake and war, after all!]
Viktor Nikiforov | YOI
[Things that are difficult—nigh impossible—to do in ice skates, even if you're living legend Viktor Nikiforov:
1. run
2. anything that doesn't involve thick, flat sheets of ice, not that this is much of a concern when there's a giant, reddish-purple... thing on your tail.
Which there is. A giant reddish-purple thing. On Viktor's tail. It doesn't move especially fast, dragging its unfortunately shaped, awkward body along on stubby little legs, but then, it doesn't really need a lot of speed to catch up. It makes a distressing, unending MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM noise as it lumbers along.
Viktor isn't so much running as he's throwing himself forward into a protracted stumble, thanking God between explosions of distraught Russian that he hadn't removed his skate guards before finding himself... here. Wherever here is.
Someplace awful, if this is the welcoming committee.
He lurches around a corner, chancing a glance over his shoulder--and runs smack into something. Someone? Doesn't matter. Whichever it is, it's being latched onto in a vain attempt at stopping himself going ass over teakettle.]
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[The cake is beautiful. Stunning, even. Masterful, certainly. And yet...
Viktor eyes it critically, hip cocked, cupping his elbow in his hand with his cheek nestled in his other palm. Is it perfect? Is it... surprising? Likely yes, but not in a good way.]
It's lovely, of course, but I wonder... do you think the judge will look favorably on a cake that's mostly made of rice cereal treats and fondant?
[Might as well bring Delight a sheet cake. It would taste better.]
ooc: voice testing! hmd is here
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In his mad dash to escape that awkward, mishmash of a monster, Viktor crashes straight into the least innocent bystander possible. Despite her lanky frame, Lup manages to keep from being sent flying, but as the man clutches at her in an attempt to stay upright, the woman is left glaring down at him.]
Right. You have about three seconds before you get roasted.
[Maybe facing that weird creature would actually be kinder than dealing with Lup.]
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At least she's a shape he recognizes—two legs, two arms, frowning face. Pointy ears, which is... odd, but he'll come back to that when there isn't an eggplant emoji on legs chasing him.
Speaking of—
...mmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm...
Viktor freezes mid-apology, slowly turning his head to look over his shoulder with one wide eye. The creature leans around the corner, watching. It would almost be cute, with its beady black eyes and soft-looking Muppet mouth. Almost, except for its skin, sticky with mucous and scrawled with throbbing veins.]
Maybe roast that thing, instead?
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A beat passes.
Then the monster leans forward and mmmMMMMMMMmmm's loudly in the pair's direction, opening it's disgusting beak of a mouth and drooling and Lup is one hundred percent done with this shit. If that thing drools on her, she's going to burn down this entire city.
Lup bares her teeth and snarls, hands clenching into fists at her side before she was roughly throwing Viktor off of her (and vaguely out of the path of the monster). There, much easier to do the whole magic thing when someone wasn't clinging to you.]
You are fucking out of luck, compadre.
[Immolation should do the trick, which Lup wastes no time in casting. Flames appear and surround the monster, not completely killing it off but at least leaving it shrieking in pain.]
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Viktor catches himself against the bowed-out side of the building, hand slapping the stone. A shock of numb pins and needles shoots up his arm, and it hits him with stunning clarity that no, this is not a nightmare like he'd been hoping it would turn out to be.
Well, it is, but it's the waking sort.
He watches, wide-eyed and confused, as Lup appears to shout flames out of the ground. Which is something people, you know, don't do. The sound the monster makes is horrible, a muffled MMMMMMMMMMM of distress and pain. It rears up, revealing the toothy maw and twin... things... on its belly.
And then a phone bounces off of its head. This, evidently, is just TOO MUCH. It gives one last wounded (and offended) groan, and scuttles its crispy ass back around the corner.]
Oh! It worked.
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Lup was already raising a hand to cast another spell at the beast, something a little overly flashy to put an end to whatever the fuck this monster was. But then a phone goes flying through the air, the beast wails, and it immediately turns tail to run, leaving Lup's outstretched hand with nothing left to do but drop to her side. Viktor might be able to feel a little irritation in her gaze when it swivels back to him.]
Yeah, guess so. [grumble. give her that exp back.] Any other surprises following you?
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We're aiming for practicality! Taste can come second, or third.
[ He lifted the edge of the table up a few inches and let it drop with a BANG. While the neighboring cake fell to pieces and bits of chocolate pillar, theirs was sturdy as a brick. ]
Not even God could move our mountain. In the coming battles, our cake will likely reign supreme! You know, wars aren't fought with ribbons and edibility but with solid non perishable strength.
[ Someone took "Cake War" too literally, as evidenced by Malkus pushing broken toothpicks into the edges of their frosting job. ]
The Taaco's can suck eggs.
malkus w h y
Viktor has been paired with a lunatic, and not the fun, creative genius kind.
He waves his hands, rushing out an apology to their irate competition--sorry, sorry. He didn't mean to. Probably--before rounding on Malkus.]
Stop! This isn't the way to win— [He trails after him, plucking toothpicks right back out again. A cake without cake is bad enough, no need to add in genuinely inedible elements. Gone is his usual cheerful attitude, replaced by a seriousness rarely seen outside the rink. He takes a deep breath, winding up to launch into a lecture that will surely show Malkus the error of his ways...
And gets immediately sidetracked by the inanity that popped out of his mouth. Beak. Mouth-beak. Who knows what horrors lurk behind that mask?]
T... tacos?
[???]
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[ Malkus seemed either oblivious to Viktor's attempts at ruining his cake or he was just too occupied with talking about his rivals. Rivals that probably didn't notice his presence at all. ]
Magic. [ He hissed the word as if it were poison on his lips. ]
They use their horrid sorcery to cheat! That's why we have to do whatever we must!
[ A flash of rage's influence crept over his body. He slammed his dense fist against the table, causing another cake to almost fall. ]
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[Yurick is crashed into and he almost tumbles. If Viktor would have been going any faster, he actually would have. And... he finds himself being clinged to. This is... This is really different. And Yurick feels extremely uncomfortable. Please don't cling to your mercenaries, kids. Or... Russian Ice-skating specialists.
Erm....]
Hey, come on, now. Take it easy. What's going on?
[Either this guy doesn't know he's a mercenary, or he's not scared of him. But he'll take his chances to help the clearly distressed male out. He tries to look past Viktor for signs of whatever has this man fleeing. Given the world he's from, it's no real surprise with the creepy thing that's following the ice-skater. But that doesn't stop his uncovered eye from going wide.]
Alright, then. Get behind me.
[He figures this solitary monster will probably be pretty weak. He thinks. So, he'll cast his Prominence flame spell, levitating for a brief amount of time as the monster perhaps comes dangerously close. And with a grunt from the force, he hurls a particularly large flame at the beast.]
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Th-that! [... is what's going on, to answer his question. He flings his arm back, pointing at the purple-ish beastie lumbering along behind him. It looks like it has no right to exist. This is largely because it doesn't, at least, not in any sane world.
He moves when he's told, reaching for Yurick's wrist with the intention of dragging him along behind him, if he has to.]
Come on—
[In his defense, he has no idea what's about to happen, until it does. He's barely taken half a step when he notices something isn't right. He stops, turning, and... oh. The stranger... he's levitating.
Well.
That's, uh.
A surprise.
More surprising is the fire. It engulfs the creature, knocking it on its back, where it curls in on itself with a pethetic mmmmm. Viktor is silent, staring wide-eyed at the wisps of smoke and steam rising from the massive carcass.
And then he starts to clap enthusiastically.]
Wow! Amazing!
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Besides, he had magic powers long before becoming a mercenary. But clearly Viktor is savvy to the fact that mercenary does not mean bad guy. At least that's his interpretation.]
Well then, I'm glad I could be of service.
I don't suppose you can tell me where we are?
[He's yet to figure it out himself. It doesn't resemble anything he's seen on the maps from home. HE hasn't even been able to find the nearest Inn to track down Zael and the others. It's rather discomforting, really.]
I also haven't been able to find a place to stay, if you would be so kind as to point me in the proper direction.
[Talking to Viktor like he's a local, because why wouldn't he be? Yurick's a little more than used to traveling to monster-ridden places with fleeing civilians.]