dankmemes | test drive meme #23

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test drive meme #23

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 August 25th, and apps are open September 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: SLIPPERY NAKED PEOPLE
[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.

No big deal, but there's a freaky wall-climbing zombie thing stalking you. Maybe you should get inside? Or run. Or just accept death. This time, the Door has brought in some Descendants, from the Uncharted video game.

Descendents are emaciated, man-eating monsters that used to be normal people until affected by a virus - you know how that goes! Terribly, always. They are fast and agile and quite strong, and they will stalk you and crawl up walls and maybe break your neck if they can. Badass.]

S O R R O W / H O P E

SCENARIO TWO: THE FUTURE ISN'T BRIGHT
[You found a mirror. It's your mirror, created just for you, and when you look into it - well. You might not want to look more than once, because it shows an image of the worst possible future you could imagine for yourself. Maybe you're dead. Maybe someone you love it. Maybe you've lost everything. Basically, it sucks.

What are you gonna do? Throw it away? Smash it? Keep looking over and over because you love pain? Or maybe someone else threw theirs away, and you're the one that found it. You really, really want to look. Invasive, maybe, but your curiosity is killing you. Just a peek...

This is a mini version of our Bad End event this month.]

L O V E

SCENARIO THREE: VISIT ME AND EXPLAIN YOUR PASSIONS
[You know that totally inconsequential hobby? The one that you love? Or maybe your favorite TV show or comic book? Wouldn't it be great if you had someone to talk to about it? Someone who would listen patiently while you explain the family tree from that obscure fantasy novel you reread every year?

Well, wait no longer! Your time is now! The moment you make eye contact with someone, you'll know they want to listen to you explain your obsession. They've just been waiting and hoping you'll come along and educate them! So go to town, buddy, tell them all about your waifu.

Or maybe a stranger just walked up to you and started talking about their favorite knitting pattern. That's... cool. Are you gonna interrupt them? Walk away? Get into an argument about how your favorite knitting pattern is so much better? Now's the time to show your passion, or possibly your complete disinterest! Go for it!]

Threaded | Flat

[ 1; Fear ]

[ Arthur isn't generally easy to faze - between his military training, and all the time he's spent encountering bizarre situations in dreams, not much really surprises him anymore - and if it does, he's good at hiding it. And that's really the thing - it's not that he doesn't feel things, it's just that he's taught himself over long experience to keep calm under pressure, to not freak out no matter how freaky a situation gets. Of course, in dreams, it's easier, because the stakes are lower. You don't actually die in a dream.

So, at least for now, Arthur is remarkably calm in the face of... well, monsters? Zombies? Demons? He's not even sure what these would qualify as, and frankly it doesn't really matter.

What matters is whether they die when he shoots them. Bang bang. He turns, kicking one hard in the face, and fires again. In between shots, he may turn to whoever is nearest to him. ]

I'll find you an opening. Run.

[ 2; Sorrow/Hope ]

[ There is a frown line - a deep crease right along Arthur's brow as he studies the little mirror in his hand. It's strange; there's nothing particularly terrible or sad about the images in the mirror - it's just a man and a woman walking along a seemingly-endless beach together, hand in hand. But something about the images clearly seems to upset Arthur, and he tears his eyes away, frowning deeply. ]

Shit. Is this supposed to be real?

one
　
Nope!
　
[A more true sentiment has never before been spoken. Basically the second that Hayden sees this creepy crawly thing after him he's bolting. Bolting, and then opening up a portal to get away from it. Unfortunately, he doesn't ever look where he leaps and he's not very familiar with the layout of this city, so...his attempt is largely unsuccessful. Largely, because he does portal himself from one place to another, but only far enough ahead to slam headfirst into someone else.
　
And then he screams and latches onto his poor victim, because, well, what else would he do.]
　
two
　
[Presently, Hayden can be found curled around a mirror and crying in the park. It's not that he likes pain and suffering, mind you, so much as he likes reflective surfaces compounded with an unfortunately short attention span and a high capacity for feeling miserable even when he doesn't want to. At a glance, maybe the future isn't so bad. It looks like Hayden's gonna grow up to be a tall and handsome boy!
　
But then, he also looks much more like an actual demon, his eyes oily and black and horns curved back around his head. So, okay, maybe he's a handsome boy if you're into that kind of thing. It's kind of unclear if he's upset about the way he looks or if he's upset about the fact that he's surrounded by death and fire and brimstone in the bowls of Hell.
　
At least he's dressed nicely? Huh.]
　
I'm evil and bad and awful!
　
[Maybe he can be consoled? His emotions are pretty changable.]
　
three
　
[Hayden takes a deep breath and holds it, his eyes wide and cheeks puffed out like a forragging squirrel. It's like he knows that he has something he really really wants to say all of a sudden but he's afraid that the second he starts talking he won't be able to stop again. Unfortunately, he can only have so much self-restraint. That it to say, the boy barely has any at all. So the second he makes eye contact with any passerby he shoots up into the air like a rocket and shouts at an uncomfortably loud level.]
　
Cookies are really good and everyone should eat them all the time! Nothing bad would ever happen anymore to anyone! I think I like peanut butter cookies the best but any cookies are good no matter what!
　
[Loudness signals importance, right?]
　
Please remember that cookies are the best food, thank you! Don't forget, thank you!

((ooc: More/newer icons will be added once I'm home from work! I have a slew of them half-colored.))

fear:

[ jon fears a future of wall-crawling zombies, but it seems he must deal with them even sooner than expected. still, the wall that these crawl on isn't the wall, the wall that yet stands between an army of the undead and everything and everyone that jon knows and loves (and everything and everyone that he doesn't, for that matter.) and they may be fast and strong, but their numbers are fewer. so there is something of a bright side, not that jon will see it.

someone still has to deal with them, so jon won't run, and he certainly won't just roll over and accept death. not today. he's learned that prayer on his own. he unsheathes longclaw, calling out to anyone who happens to be nearby. ]

Get inside! Before more of them come!

sorrow/hope:

[ jon isn't one to stare into the flames for visions, or study the innards of birds, or any of the other ways that people try to look into the future. but a single, innocent glance into the mirror holds his attention. at first he can't look away, no matter how much he wishes he could.

he grits his teeth, and the horror that was on his face just moments ago twists into sorrow and rage. the mirror falls from his hand to the ground, but jon follows it, smashing his fist into the polished surface over and over again, each new fracture filling in with a tiny river of blood from his knuckles.

jon's out of breath by the time he does stop, looking around with wild eyes. ]

Whose magic is this?

love:

[ he's always been one to stand his ground. it's even more important now that he's the king in the north. even so, there's a time and place for retreat and in-depth conversations about knitting are his.

jon backs away slowly, not stopping until he feels his shoulder bump into something - or someone. whoops. ]

Begging your pardon. I should've been watching where I was going.

there are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke; but you and i, we've been through that and this is not our fate. (fear)

Nick's had nightmares about returning to Hadriel frequently enough during the six months she's spent back in her home world that it doesn't even faze her anymore. It happened once before, after all, being returned and ripped back, and there's no reason to expect it couldn't happen again. That's what living in Hadriel for more than a year will do to you - teach you to expect the worst, at the worst possible time. Even before Hadriel, Nick knew not to trust that anything good in her life would last.

Waking up on the floor of the colosseum isn't exactly comfortable, but it is familiar. She dusts herself off, makes her way through the doors and out into the city proper, and squints, taking in her surroundings. It feels a little too real to be a dream, but Hadriel showed her more than a week's worth of strangely intense dreams before, and it wouldn't surprise Nick to find herself experiencing the same thing again

Creepy half-dead dudes lunging at her from the shadows doesn't surprise Nick either, frankly, and that might be the worst part of this - that it's come to be almost expected that she will be subjected to horrors of all shapes and sizes.

"Motherfucker!" she yells, leaping aside, and in a split second, she's transformed into Morphus, taking the shape of a larger-than-life porcelain doll with a cracked forehead, long dark curls cascading over her shoulders, dressed in layers of black lace. She doesn't hesitate, just throws up her hand and launches a charge of black energy at the creature in front of her - who is about to have at least as bad of a day as Nick herself.

fear;

[ Most people would sensibly be running from the monsters they'd found themselves being pulled into a new world with. Finley isn't sensible, by any definition of the word. Besides, he looks just as monstrous as The Descendants with mouth full of rows of shark teeth barred in a snarl and the entirety of his eyes an inky black.

Apex predators don't back down for anyone. ]

You wanna' fucking go, man? Let's go, [ he growls at the zombie, ignoring the person he's (unwittingly, mind you) come to the rescue of. ]

sorrow/hope;

[ The sound of shattering glass thunders through the quiet that had otherwise permeated the space. Someone found his mirror, it seems like. And he was anything but happy about it. Finley had seen Bayani's corpse - because of his shortcomings, no less - and decided, ] Fuck this.

[ It's then he notices he's not exactly alone. Rather than draw attention to his own outburst, he directs his anger immediately elsewhere. ]

Hey, you got one? I'll break yours too. This is some bullshit.

love;

[ It's about to get rul gay up in here, ladies and gentleman. Soon as Finley sees the opportunity present itself, he's going into full on gushing, ] You'd love Bayani. He's fucking awesome.

He's, like, everything I'm not. I mean, I'm pretty fucking great. Make no mistake, but still! Bayani's really cool and personable and all the people love him. He's going to be the best fucking king, honestly. It's gonna be great with him in charge. Once we got everything figured out back home, I can't wait to see what kind of kingdom he's going to run.

[ Uh. Feel free to stop him anytime. ]

fear:

[ the logical part of his brain says that there should be nothing but empty space where he's standing right now, with haneul actively putting as much distance between himself and these things as he possibly can. it's not that he isn't afraid - he is, terrified. but the monsters confuse him too.

they make him feel sad. ]

There's nothing I can do for you. I'm sorry.

[ technically, he could do one thing by becoming their next meal, but despite his lingering, haneul doesn't plan on actually doing that. he finally turns to run, grabbing for the hand of anyone else along the way. ]

Come on, think of it as a video game or a movie!

[ sure, have a little fun, even when you're running for your life. ]

sorrow/hope:

[ haneul hasn't destroyed his mirror. for one thing, it's beautiful. it reminds him of an antique mirror that he was given once, after a family was convinced that some malevolent spirit was trapped in it. they were only half-right, but he took the mirror anyway.

but this one unsettles him in a way that haunted mirrors never had. is it really even a mirror when it doesn't show any reflection? not his, not his surroundings. there's just nothing.

he doesn't know how long he's been standing there, staring at nothing, but long enough that he didn't notice someone else close by. ]

Would you mind?

[ hanuel beckons them closer while holding the mirror out. ]

I think something might be wrong with my eyes.

fear;

[ This isn't exactly the vacation from bullshit Jessica had in mind, but what the hell is she going to do about it? She can hear something, crawling along the walls, and she should be...something. Afraid. She's trying to be cautious, and once she gets inside, she pushes the door closed and stares through the window. She only gets glimpses of whatever it is in the shadows, but it's enough.

And that's when she hears the scream. She's not going back out there. Whoever's stupid enough to be out, that's on them. She's not going. There's another scream. ]

Goddammit.

[ She's going back outside, looking for the idiot out there. ]

sorrow;

[ Her worst possible future is something she's already lived. Kilgrave. Over and over again. For a while, she looks at the image, stares at all the people she's ever given a single shit about lying dead around Kilgrave's feet with Jessica standing at the center. She's never going to let herself forget what happened or what could have happened. Apparently, her worst possible future is never escaping him.

Propping the mirror against the wall where she found it, she watches a minute longer before putting her fist through the glass. She keeps hitting it, over and over again until her hands bleed, and then she simply steps back, jaw clenched as she stares at the broken pieces that only reflect her face now. Movement in her peripheral vision makes her look up, scowling. ]

What?

love;

[ What Jessica loves is booze, so let her tell you about that while she drinks straight from a bottle of bourbon. It's even encased in the classic brown paper bag look. As she takes a sip she looks right at someone, swallowing and then offering the alcohol. ]

You should try it. The cheaper the better.

[ She shrugs. ]

Well, that's wildly untrue. But you do get the same amount of drunk. Bourbon's good for that.

I. SLIPPERY NAKED PEOPLE

[Despite battling all manner of beasts in his lifetime, Nao never expected to be battling something quite like these fiends. Zombies, the undead are something of a unique foe that Nao never expected to handle. He's battled some in the past but the zombies he face today aren't like any of the shambling corpses he had to fight years ago.

These monsters are quick. They're almost as nimble and sturdy as himself which makes killing them that much more of a task than necessary. In short, they're giving the Ninneko a run for his money.]

Just die already! [He shouts once he stabs the blade of his sword right through one of the zombie's torso. The monster keeps snapping and clawing at him still even after being impaled from front to back. Nao struggles to get his sword free briefly before yanking it roughly. Splatters of red fly everywhere as the zombie suddenly falls down in a messy heap but Nao doesn't have the luxury of celebrating his victory when he has three more charging at him.]

Just what are these things---[Maybe instead of fighting, fleeing would be a much wiser choice. The zombies are frenzied after catching a whiff of blood.]

II. THE FUTURE ISN'T BRIGHT

[Hear that startling sound of glass shattering? That's just Nao punching his mirror with his bare hand. The jagged shards bite into his skin drawing little drops of blood but the pain doesn't seem to phase him much. Instead, he grumpily tosses the broken mirror over his shoulder before tending to his bloody hand.]

That wasn't very smart. [He laments angrily as he gingerly starts picking the glass out of his cuts.] What sort of sorcery is this?

I would never look so old and haggard---

Edited 2017-08-24 15:52 (UTC)

[fear]
[Out of all the things that he could encounter, zombies were not anything Trunks was expecting. Though maybe zombies weren't quite the right word--they didn't seem to be dead, Trunks could sense ki off of them. Human-like, but twisted ki.

That didn't mean he felt any kind of bad about blasting them while flying overhead, small, contained bursts of his own energy meant to be only strong enough to overwhelm and kill the monsters and not attract any undue attention.

But if he catches sight of someone in trouble on the ground, he'll land between them and the threat.]

Stay behind me, okay?

[As he speaks, he draws the sword hanging across his back--charging just a bit of his energy into it to glitter along the edge.]

[Sorrow/Hope]
[The thing about worse futures, at least in his experience, is they always get even worse than he could imagine. He'd grown up in a world shaped by destruction and death--he hadn't known peace until he was grown, until he brought it about with his own two hands.

That hadn't lasted. Black had come. Black had destroyed everything, and he thought it couldn't get any worse than that, fighting with everything he had, being beaten down at every turn again, everyone dying, the world going dark. His mother, being murdered before his eyes. Thinking Mai had died as well. Escaping to the past, to try to bring help--try to stem the tide of death--and finally succeeding. Only to see the very reality of the world he tried to save, the entire universe, unraveled by Zen-oh's hands until all that remained was literal nothing.

Because of that, the image in the mirror is deceptively simple. It's Mai, his past friends and family, dying around him--and him, helpless to save them.

He doesn't smash the mirror. Barely even reacts to the image on the surface. It's nothing he's not used to imagining anyway, as he goes over and blames himself for each and every one of his failures, both real and imagined.]

One ● Fear

[Instead of bursting out of existence in the sunlight, like he'd expected, Horst Cabal instead finds himself in some sort of old-fashioned coliseum with blood smeared on the walls and monsters crawling about, all slippery slimy skin and gnashing teeth and nasty black mouths. It's altogether more Johannes' scene than his, morbid and grotesque. Horst was never cut out for this kind of life, for being a vampire, being undead, dealing with the dead.

But he is good at fighting.

With an easy smile, and without much thought to the hows and whys of getting here, Horst pushes up his sleeves and shakes back his hair, squaring off against the monster heading toward him, cracks his knuckles. Glancing around at anyone nearby, he tosses out an almost mischievous grin.]

Good thing I was in the mood for a bit of headbashing. You?

Two ● Sorrow/Hope

[One viewing in, and Horst had tossed the mirror over his shoulder, not wanting to bother with watching it more than once - after all, the thing he sees in it is exactly what, as far as he can tell, was just about to happen. Himself, being burnt out of existence, and Johannes, carrying on down the path he's on, the agent of Satan, stealing the souls of the innocent. It's not worth looking at more than once.

What is interesting is the other mirror he finds when he sits down on a bench. At first, he's mostly just curious to see if he still has a reflection, but after he realizes it's someone else's mirror, he turns it, resists the incredibly overwhelming urge to watch.]

Uh, is this yours?

[Feel free to pick his mirror up and watch the descent into evil of Horst's prissy little necromancer brother who he's currently very angry at and scared for, and who looks enough like him to tell they're brothers, or for him to have picked up your character's mirror.]

Three ● Love

[Horst is mostly unaffected by this one, but he's going to be wandering, trying to work out his way around the cave for now, so feel free to have your character approach him with any ramblings about their obsessions and he's sure to lend an ear.]

1. It's Zombie Time (Fear)

[Dimension hopping is already the worst, but doing it unexpectedly is more worst. Thankfully, doing it like twenty times already has prepared Tucker for the possibility that he's going to be instantly attacked by something. Or possibly made to fight in some weird battle royale shit... Both of which appear to be true. Good, great.

He gets up quickly, unholstering his revolver. He's definitely in some kind of coliseum, and there are other people around, but they're not his team. Some of them don't appear to be super alive, either? Are these fucking ghouls? He's going to be really mad if these are fucking ghouls. Whatever, not time for thinking.

Tucker spots one of the ghouls(?) going after another non-undead person, and he lines up a shot. Which of course misses, because the first one always does, but the second one nails the sucker right between the shoulder blades. He's satisfied until he realizes this means its attention has been redirected to him. Welp.

He backs up, still firing, and in the end it takes four more bullets to bring this thing down.]

Son of a bitch.

[Perhaps your character is grateful to him for getting rid of the creature attacking them, or angry that he stole their kill. Or maybe they'd like to offer some assistance in clearing a path outta here? Either way, they will find Tucker frantically reloading while trying to dodge not-ghouls.]

2. Mirrors Are Stupid (Sorrow/Hope)

[Tucker's not impressed with the whole "spooky image" bullshit. Okay, cool, he saw himself in a bad situation in a mirror. Been there, done that. Practically.

He slam dunks his into the nearest garbage can. Nice try, losers.

In reality, it bothers him a lot, but like hell he's going to let on that he's ruffled. Instead he's just going to continue about his business around town, and so what if there's an image of a big black wolf in a cage following him around in every reflective surface? That doesn't mean anything. Fuck off.

Tucker can be encountered anywhere in town, staunchly avoiding looking into shop windows, lake surfaces, and the like. If he sees someone else's reflections, though, he's totally going to peek. Sorry.]

[01. Fear]

[Matt as no idea where the hell he is. And that's a problem. He knows his city intimately, can pinpoint the exact square inch of it by the sounds and smells and feel of it, everything from the way the wind moves through the crowded streets to the texture of the pavement beneath his feet, even through shoes.

And this is not Hell's Kitchen. This isn't even New York. Or anywhere he has been or could possibly thin of.

Matt doesn't know where he is, but he is fully aware that he is not alone. He can hear the thing stalking him, hear its movements, clinging to the wall not far behind him. For now he doesn't react.

Anyone who catches sight of him may be concerned, given that between the dark glasses and the long, slim cane that he sweeps and taps on the unfamiliar ground in front of him, it's very clear he's blind. Perhaps someone will intervene.

Of course, if no one does, the thing eventually does attack, but Matt is ready. He may be unarmed, but that doesn't stop him. Moving with an ease and fluidity that speaks of years of training and honing his skills -- and is a great deal more precise and on target than a blind man perhaps ought to be capable of -- he doesn't hesitate to lay into the creature, fists first. And any sounds of approach from anyone else will be met with,] Stay back! This thing is dangerous.

[02. Sorrow/Hope]

[It may not be surprising, but Matt has little interest in mirrors, usually. They aren't exactly something that have much use for him, at least not since he was a child.

This one though, there's something off about it. And though he can't see it, the scene playing out in it for him is not a pleasant one. New York is in flames, crumbling, smoldering. Bodies are strewn in the broken streets -- some faces that would be familiar if he could see them Foggy, Karen, Claire, Father Lantom.

Matt sees none of this, brow furrowed as he traces fingertips along the cold, mirrored glass.] ...what the hell...

[03. Love]

[It's been a long enough day that Matt really would just appreciate some answers. What he is getting instead is a long and involved explanation of the therapeutic benefits of coloring books for adults, a conversation he is trying to tactfully excuse himself from.]

No, that's... I'm sure it's a great stress reliever. But I don't think it's for me...

( 2; sorrow/hope )

[When Carey looks into the mirror, she sees nothing but herself.

...Which is a normal thing to see when you look in a mirror, but of course, this isn't a normal mirror. Strangely, though her reflection mirrors her movements, it looks different, somehow. At first, it's just very uncanny valley, but progresses long enough that she realizes her reflection is aging. In a moment she can tell that her scales are turning silver, her talons yellow, and her face... Tired.

And then the reflection moves on its own. The Carey in the mirror is walking around, sort of hobbling as it does, though the real Carey remains still. She's watching herself cry out for a friend, for her family, her brother, her girlfriend, but receives no response. She's watching herself reach out, with no avail, terrified for the moment when she'll finally—

Carey turns away moments before she sees herself age into dust. She curls up into herself, her tail wrapped over her head, petrified.

It's not real.]

( 1 / 3; feel free to initiate? )

a. fear

[The first thing Ann notices is the fact that her phone isn't working the way it's supposed to-- she'd assumed that the sudden shift in setting meant she'd stumbled into the Metaverse somehow, maybe accidentally activated her navigation app, but a few moments of investigation show her that she not only has no service, but that the nav doesn't recognize this place at all.

Frustrating as that revelation is, it has nothing on the second thing that catches her attention.

She hears movement behind her before she actually sees anything, quickly turning on her heel to find herself almost face-to-face with the creature skittering down the nearest wall, heading towards her at top speed. She feels every muscle in her body go tense; it's like no Shadow she's ever seen before, but she acts on reflex, prepared to handle this the same way she would any other foe.]

Carmen!

[Even as the name leaves her lips, her Persona appears behind her. A flick of Carmen's wrist sends a burst of flame towards the creature, causing the smell of searing flesh to fill the air as it finds itself slowed, letting out a high screech as it stumbles backwards, granting Ann just a little more room to breathe-- not that she's eager to, with that stench in the air.]

Ugh. Gross.

[Just one more thing that marks it as being something other than a Shadow. Whether she tries to kill it or run, she'll have to decide quickly-- she'd rather not give it a chance to get close.]

b. sorrow/hope (p5 spoilers)

[She's been frowning to herself since she'd first come across the mirror a few minutes earlier. She'd watched the events it showed a couple times over since then, and while they made her stomach turn, she's more angry than she is upset-- at least at first.

There's no way they're all going out like that. No way that creep is going to actually manage to pull one over on them, outsmart them. There's just no way that any of them would have worked this long and hard only to lose-- and there's no way their leader is going to end up dead.

She makes a disgusted noise as she tosses the mirror aside, letting it hit the ground. It cracks, but part of the image can still be seen: a teenage boy with unruly black hair, collapsed. Lifelessly strewn across a table in what looks like an interrogation room with a bullet hole between his eyes.]

It doesn't even make sense.

[She frowns, folding her arms over her chest as she crosses her legs in turn. Anger was winning out over the tears that had begun to prick at her eyes, but she doesn't know how much longer that will last. Real or not, it had been a hard image to look at. Akira hadn't been the only one she'd seen in the mirror. One by one, all of the Phantom Thieves...

She shakes her head stubbornly, trying to chase the image out of her head with limited success.]

It's a sick joke, that's what it is. Well, I'm not laughing.

( 1. fear )

[ Atem is no fighter.

Not the physical kind anyway, but when the monster approaches to him, he does not run away. He faces the ugly thing with a prideful stance. That same pride that has been his doom over and over. What could a scrawny looking teen do against such menace?

Challenge it to a duel, of course! And there he goes, taking out a deck of cards from his many pockets, only to realize a little to late that he does not have a Duel Disk™ with him anymore, and the cards he's holding in his hand? They are completely useless without means to summon them. ]

Shit...

[ He does not bolt, despite his knees feeling a little weak, he's too prideful to let the thing chase him like a mouse, he's the damn Pharaoh for Ra's sake! And if he's going to die here (again) he'd rather look at Death in the face. ]

Come on! Make it quick, you, monster!

[ Well, well, someone needs help... ]

( 2. sorrow / hope )

[ So, was this what destiny had prepared for him in the end? Endless struggle and suffering? Hadn't he been punished enough for the past three thousand years? Not only had he been denied of his eternal rest, but he had to witness his most terrible fears?

That's all Atem can think about when he fixates his eyes upon the mirror. What he sees, it cannot possibly be real, but he cannot look away; his partner (more like his identical twin) is alone, without any friend left in the world, and Atem cannot help him — they are not together anymore, and they will never be. Atem's sadness over the images quickly turn into anger. ]

I should've never left you!

[ With a swift movement, he attempts to shatter the mirror, tossing it to the ground and... he stops. He stops before he lets go of it, instead, he looks into it again, seeing his best friend suffering in that terrible loneliness as if he was afraid that the reflection in the mirror is the only way to keep him close to him again. ]

I'm sorry... Partner...

( 3. love )

Hey, you! Yes! You!

[ The strange teen approaches rapidly, pinning his victim by the shoulders (shall them be not too tall...) or grabbing them by their clothes, just so they don't run away! ]

Have you ever heard of the most fantastic game in the whole universe? No? Unbelievable! I'm talking about Duel Monsters, of course! Here, let me tell you all about it...!

[ He says, with the most prideful and eager smirk one can manage pull off, and he doesn't let go... Welp. ]

Scenario 1; It seems fitting

What I wouldn't give for a pistol right about now.' She mentally griped.

Chloe quietly peeked her head around the corner to keep an eye on the abhorrent fleshy beasts. As if sensing her every move, they sprang in her direction.

She didn't even gasp before booking it down the cavern hallway. "Company, just what I needed today!" She spat while darting as fast as she could in the opposite direction. Oh, those snarls didn't bode well at all.

Hopefully, there was no one else unfortunate enough to be in the caverns with her.

Scenario 2; Because mirrors are nice

"Oh, hello there." What an odd thing to stumble across.

The first thing she noticed about the mirror was the frame. The frame was gold, dingy, and had a tarnished color near the finest crevasses. Call it an old habit, but she instinctively began to run a finger along it to try and check its authenticity. If it chipped, the gold was probably some cheap paint.

Luckily, it didn't feel cheap.

Chloe lifted a sleeve and started wiping at the dusty glass. "Why are you all the way down here." She could faintly see a strange reflection begin to form as the glass grew clearer.

[ Canon reviewing, excuse the rust...]

| Sorrow/Hope-ish | Text |

Okay, so I've had a look around and this place is weird. I want to know what everyone else's thoughts are or to know who is even here. Also what is with those temples? Why do they think we'd worship some loser gods who brought us here? It doesn't make any sense.

Not only that but we don't know where we are and we're not allowed to leave? I don't know about anyone else but this place needs a mall and I don't think Fedex or UPS deliver this far out.

Final nail in the coffin of suck. Who's smart idea was it to give me a mirror that's something like a bad horror movie. I am NOT amused and whoever knows about me needs to come forward or I am going to find them. Thanks. Bye.

| Wild Card |

ooc: Feel free to run into her while he's texting the above or anything else really. It's a test drive so I'm game for whatever. Texting is her jam though and I needed it.

|( FEAR )|

(Zelda is dressed in white, holding her harp close to her chest as she stumbles through the door to this world. Her feet whisper softly against the cave floor as she turns to look at the empty space behind her.)

How? (This isn't how it's supposed to go. Zelda has to be there to fight the darkness... she is waiting for him before she can sleep.. so why?

The Descendants slowly appear around her, eyeing her as they move closer. Zelda doesn't have powers in the traditional sense but she is the light in the darkness and she won't give up without a fight. She begins to pray and as her sweet voice flutters through the air soft light begins to surround her. For the moment, the creatures don't appear keen to cross the boundaries but how long will that last?)

I will push back the darkness.

|( WILD CARD )|

(OOC: COME AT ME!
If you want love... Zelda will most likely want to talk about her Loftwing.)

Edited 2017-09-07 17:44 (UTC)

[ FEAR ]

[Yuna's palms push against the cavern floor as she rises to her feet. 'Is this the Farplane?' She wonders to herself as more people rise and appear around her. Her two-toned eyes scan the cave looking for a way out. What she finds doesn't surprise her.

Sickly looking creatures slink against the shadows as they begin to move closer.]

Stay back!

[Yuna shouts as she raises her guns. Magic might be a better way to go but Yuna isn't sure if she can switch spheres in time to save the others waking up with her. She raises her guns, ready to fight. Light gathers at the tip of her Twinbee's before it's launched into the nearest Descendant.]

[ SORROW|HOPE ]

[Yuna is standing in the middle of a pathway when the mirror in her hand begins to play. Like a recording she sees the same thing over and over again, rotating on an endless loop. The world of Spira flickers on the surface of the mirror like a badly connected commsphere. There is only death and spirits, making her home look more and more like the Farplane. Bodies are broken, twisted in odd angels while monsters and hate over take Spira.

Eventually, the mirror shows Yuna pictures of the people she knew, the friends she's made throughout her journey, all dead, all waiting for her to return.]

No. [The word is whispered from her lips as the mirror slips from her fingers. The loud crash snaps Yuna's attention to the broken pieces that litter the ground around her feet. She kneels down, her fingers trembling as she picks up the pieces of glass.]

It has to be wrong.

[ WILDCARD ]

[ooc: Come at me!]

〈A mirror is nothing more than glass bouncing back the light that hits it. It shows a flipped image of the truth. So why was it so difficult for a logical, intelligent machine to process what this looking glass cast back at him.

The vivid, hot blood slipped through a peek-a-boo hole in her perfectly formed, mechanical body, leading up to her warm and inviting bosom where a human heart would have been, thumping to its metronome pulse. Past the fatal wound was the elegant curve of her collar and neck then the serene and affectionate expression on her dying features. Welcoming and at peace as energy drains from her until she collapsed to the floor, body concertinaing on itself.

As his logic centre overheated his lips parted to form an appropriate response. There was a lag, as if his processor could't keep up with current events. Eventually sound came and it was trembling and fragile.〉

2B?

〈Perfectly formed fingers, silicone and printless, touched the mirror. As if doing so could reach her - help her. He couldn't get to her though, she was too far away, she was only reflected light. The conundrum played havoc with his 'mind', but what came next brought a fear so strong it burnt like acid.〉

What, no--that's not possible?!

〈As the view panned out, standing over his friend's body was a familiar silhouette. A short, silver-haired, male figure holding an oversized, bloody katana in between delicate, silicone fingers.

9S's reflection turned slowly, an eerie grin stretched across his silky lips as he cast his blindfold aside to reveal a dangerous, red glow in his once grey eyes.〉

No.

〈His reflection began to laugh. It was a slow, building laugh that quickly became manic. 9S heard it in his head, even though there was no sound around.〉

No! I would never hurt 2B! That's not me!

〈YoRHa forbids emotions.

YoRHa forbids emotions.〉

2B? 2B?! Can you hear me? This isn't real, is it?

2B!!

Edited 2017-09-08 20:14 (UTC)

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