Test Drive Meme #24

[hadrielmods]

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 September 24th, and apps are open October 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: TITAN TERRORS
[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.

In this case, the monster behind you may as well be the monster above you. No, not anything flying overhead, but the freakishly giant nude monsters hellbent on shoving your crunchy body into their mouths and chowing down.

Titans are large humanlike creatures who have superior strength, though more limited intelligence. Much like zombies, they desire only to devour all of the humans in their vicinity and will use any tools at their disposal to do so. Get your steel guitars ready and get pumped, because sie sind das essen und wir sind die jager!!!]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: PAINTBALL ROYALE
[You've got a gun.

Okay, it's not a real gun- it's actually a paintball gun, which seems to knock people unconscious when you hit them. That's a pretty sweet deal! Except, you really want to be the last one standing, and you'll knock out countless people to do it. Every fight feels like life or death, whether you're waiting in the shadows to get the drop on someone or spraying paint all across the open streets in the fain hopes that you might get a tag or two.

Either way, if you lose, you'll find yourself waking up in a party! That's not so bad, right? It's a giant gathering of all the paint-covered losers in the city, with free food and drinks and a distribution of excellent prizes. What did you win? Fight your friends, but not in the dark and trauma-y way, and be the next winner of our Hadriel death (not really) match!

This is a mini version of our Party Royale event this month.]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: WALK WALK FASHION BABY
[Your trusty leather jacket is gone. So are your worn and torn jeans, all your summer dresses, your boots and high tops and heels. Suddenly, nothing is where you expect it to be, not even that load of clothes that you've left in the laundry for the past few weeks (oops). In the stead of all of your beloved duds, you find some stuff that... might be a little questionable.

Whether you were the lucky recipient of the hand shawl, the face skirt, the suspender sweats or some other wild atrocity, you'll be sure to have some fun trying to maneuver around the city in your weird, cumbersome outfits. At least you don't look as silly as that guy over there in the sea urchin costume!]

Comments

Germany | Axis Powers Hetalia

[marsch]

1. Wir sind das... was????

[Germany was literally just walking his dogs through Alexanderplatz when suddenly he's found himself in a different city entirely, with only one of his three dogs. The large yellow dog is barking in considerable alarm at the giants towering over them, because while Germany might be big, he's nothing compared to uhhhhh. Yeah.

Discretion being the better part of valor, Germany ducks behind the closest building and shushes his dog, regardless of who's already standing there. Sorry for the tall, muscular blond man suddenly inhabiting your space, friend.]

Do you have any weapons? Anything will do.

[His voice is low and decidedly German-accented.]

2. Der Freischütz

a.
[Guess who's perched atop a rooftop and is just picking people off from there? It's this guy. Look, it's smarter than running around on the ground.]

b.
[Though once he is taken out, he seems somewhat more uncomfortable at that party than he had been during the paintball match. If anything, he seems to just be... looming near the food, posture almost unnaturally straight with military precision. He doesn't mean to glare, honest. That's just his face.]

Is this... normal, here? [he asks himself, scowling straight ahead.]

b.

[metronomelody]

[Austria can't answer the question Germany poses, so. He merely replies with his own, while fixing a cup of coffee.]

You lost so easily?

[Austria levies a judgmental stare at Germany. Honestly?

Austria seems to have been spared of paint entirely, aside from a telling bright orange mark on the top of his right shoe.]

...I'm so sorry...

[salace]

[How startling to have his hastily commandeered hiding space... hastily commandeered right back. France half stumbles, but holds his ground only a step or so back. He can't exactly begrudge someone taking shelter from those things -- he just rather wishes there were slightly more substantial shelter to take.]

Pas du tout! Why would I have a weapon? I'm supposed to be at the market!

[In point of fact, Francis has a fabric shopping bag full of various items of produce, a bottle of wine. There's a baguette jutting out, but that's fresh so it's not currently a weapon. A few days and it'd be as good as a baseball bat but-- No. Unarmed.

And just now realizing that it's a familiar voice, familiar accent, familiar figure, and France is oddly torn between relief and further concern.] ...why don't you have a weapon?!

[Isn't Germany the more prepared one between them for this sort of thing??]

a!!!

[ghostlocked]

[In this AU where Harlan doesn't go down literally like ten minutes into the paintball war, he's temporarily ditched his team and and scooting around town wearing his invisibility ring. Of course, the uncontrollable hiccuping is totally blowing his cover, but he's still stealthier than he would be if he were visible. Probably?

He's stealthy enough to spot Germany snipe some scrub from a rooftop. Hey, that's not a bad plan.

He teleports up to said rooftop, takes off the ring, and sits down next to his new best friend.]

Nice shot.

Ed Grayson | OC

[has_been_faking]

[One]
[Chaos has arrived! And it comes in the form of a tired-looking, unassuming white dude somewhere between the ages of 30 and 35. Not really impressive. Probably the most notable thing about him is that he's wearing what looks to be a prison jumpsuit.

Ed squints at the surroundings, and twirls around in a small circle, like someone who's not really believing what they're seeing. The titans are very real though, and before he can get away, one of them scoops him up and dangles him in the air by a leg. Guess this titan likes to inspect its dinner first. Ed yelps in surprise when he's grabbed, and is stupefied for a moment before the titan starts bringing him to its mouth. That's when he starts struggling and making a fuss.]

Oh no way, you're not-- No you don't! Don't even think about it!

[Help?]


[Two]
[Ed is no good with a gun, but he's sure good at hiding. While he didn't make it far in the paintball contest, he did get far enough along to get a pretty decent prize - a box of fancy assorted chocolates. He's pretty surprised by this.]

What? I get this? For losing?

[He's got a real sweet tooth, so this is very exciting news. He hasn't had chocolate in ages. While he's definitely considering hiding this off in his apartment and never sharing it with another soul, he ultimately decides to share the wealth. After all, there friends to make. He's still new.

He'll hand the box in your direction while popping another candy in his mouth.]

Here. Enjoy the spoils of war.

[Ed, stop talking with your mouth full.]

[hardwearing]

[ It's okay Ed, Wash's got you. Sort of. He's got an assault rifle is what he's actually got, and is peppering bullets directly into the eyes of the titan holding Ed -- the most likely outcome of this is that Ed is going to get dropped on his head, but that's still better than winding up in a giant mouth. ]

Hey! Pick on someone your own size!

[ That is not actually Wash, who is a normal human, but he's also encased in metal so he's a bit less edible if the titan decides to come after and grab him. ]

Aren Brosca | Dragon Age: Origins

[paragonbrosca]

2a. Aren is having the time of her life, the dwarf a redheaded blur as she goes after everyone in sight. Well, everyone but the large muscular hound at her side, of course. He's her partner in crime, and if there's a chance he can pounce and hold someone down while she paintballs them silly, that's what will happen. Or sometimes the mabari is bait and she's the one doing the pouncing from higher up, letting out a loud war-cry while firing as she descends.

"Surprise, nug-humper!" What, too much? Well, good luck getting her to turn down the intensity a notch. This is a fight she intends to win.

2b. ...but she doesn't. Sooner or later, someone's going to get the better, which is possible if they catch her before she can act. So, splattered with bright red and purple paint, the dwarf and her dog will load up on the food and drinks before checking out the prizes.

Winding up with a leather jacket, she grins broadly. At least now she owns something that isn't paint-splattered. "Niiiice. If this is what we get for losing, what do the winners get?" The mabari whines, prompting her to look around. "Sorry, Barkspawn. It won't fit you. But...here, new toy!"

She tosses teddy bear, chuckling as he runs to catch it.

2.

[blessedmaiden]

Rydia survived a day longer than the dwarf- mostly by hiding around, growing surrounded by monsters and traveling with a ninja teached her a few tricks (or, let's admit it, she got lucky sneaking around), so when she got up she found herself wrapped in a super soft green kigurumi. A dragon one. ROAR BABY.

"Oh, hey, you got something cool as well!" Look at the summoner, trotting in Aren's direction in her new 'costume "So... was it fun for you and your mabari, girl?" It was such a harmless and fun thing even the summoner throw herself in the challenge, apparently.

gladiolus amicitia ( ffxv )

[dadiolus]

numero uno: this ain't the kinda titan i'm used to;

( okay, sure. he's seen his fair share of absolute shit — and that includes finding himself in places he'd rather not be, up to and including trawling through dungeons for the sake of retrieving royal arms for a prince that is still learning how to use them effectively — so that might just mean that finding himself in a new place ( even if he has no idea why he's there or how he'd gotten there or … any-damned-thing ) isn't so much cause for alarm as it is confusion. which means he needs to figure out exactly where he is, where the others are ( because how do you just up and lose three people? ) and then. maybe also figure out where they left the car.

( this is why ignis always gets to drive. he never forgets where they parked the damned thing. )

but. that. might have to wait. because apparently the second he gets into an even remotely open location he gets the sneaking suspicion he's being followed ( read: a giant thing looms over him to the point of making the hair at the back of his neck stand on end ) and here is where the narration justifies mentioning the fact that gladiolus amicitia doesn't often have to look up at any one thing unless it's a particularly large monster. or daemon. but when he looks up at this thing, he has to look up. and up. and up some more. which is incredibly unfortunate because since when is it pleasant looking at a thing that large when it's completely naked? since never. ) Oh, you're ugly. ( gladio, now is not the time.

at least titans don't know when they're being insulted. and at least he does summon his sword ( which is probably longer than he is tall, and also operating under the assumption that noct's magic works here even if he isn't, since the mechanics of the lucian bloodline re: that sort of thing are lost on him and he's not going to wonder about it too much as long as he actually has access to what he needs when he needs it ), though it might … be in his best interest to get the hell away from this thing before it tries to make him into a human fruit rollup.

please, someone tell him he needs to go. )

numero dos: if you give an amicitia a paintball gun —;

( he's never been great with guns. playing to his strengths means sticking to what he knows and what he knows is how to swing a sword, how to block with a shield, and generally how to throw someone on their ass if they get too close. ( a fortunate side effect of being as large as he is: he knows how to throw his weight around. ) it doesn't mean he isn't a decent shot, but it also doesn't mean that he's a particularly good one, either. and that.

means he might actually take a few people out before he gets taken out himself and ends up waking up with the rest of everyone else that had been taken out before him, covered in paint and still thinking that this place is strange as hell but at least there's food. and maybe if he's lucky, he might find some booze ( or something a little more hardcore than fruit punch ), but he isn't going to hold his breath on a wish and instead he meanders over to one of the food tables. maybe —

cup noodle? no?

look. not everyone likes those salt-bombs as much as you do, buddy. don't hold your breath on that one either. )

[claritatis]

If there was ever a time for posturing, it most assuredly isn't now.

[Now is not the time. Now is not the time and Ignis' immediate relief at seeing his good friend is immediately tempered by the very real threat facing everyone currently in the vicinity of these creatures.

As he speaks he places his hand on Gladio's arm, drawing him back from the inevitable impulsive decision to jump into the fray.

With his free hand, he nudges his glasses up. A javelin is snatched out of the air a moment later.]

We may be out of our depth.

Light Turner | Death Note (Netflix 2017)

[avvakir]

I. Rage | Scenario Two | Paintball Fight!!

[ Light is still uncertain if this world is real or not just some coma-induced dream. He's been here long enough to have changed out of the hospital gown and into something more his style (jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, and shoes a size too big), he's gotten the chunk of necessary information (blah blah, gods, blah blah blah, can't go back home, blah blah blah, fuck), and now he's got a paintball gun all loaded up.

The feeling that's taken over him isn't unusual. He's felt rage a lot lately, especially after his mother's death. Before here, he could take it out on some pitiful criminal, but now he's got to find another way to manage his dark emotions (it's not like he's got a lot of reasons to write people's names down and does the Death Note even work in this come-dreamlike hellscape). And though he was usually pretty good at self-control (note: pretty good does not mean all that great at all), he couldn't push down this feeling of rage that swelled in him.

He just wanted to shoot someone.

Light sneaks along an alleyway of twisted buildings, peeking around corners, keeping his head low. He's not sure if he just wants to live to the end by being a sneaky dick and avoiding everyone or be the winner of this game.

He spots someone when he peeks around the next corner and quickly aims his gun but he's always been a cocky dick. ]

Say good-night! [ And he pulls the trigger. Hopefully, those pellets hit, if not his cockiness needs to be reigned in. ]

II. Rage | Scenario Two | Afterparty

[ its utter bullshit he lost. Maybe dad was right: he should have hit the range with him more. But dad isn't here. No, James Turner wasn't here to be there for his son. No one he knew from home walked these streets. No Mia. No L. No Watari or that bastard ass Kenny. Maybe this is some form of Hell? He's a murderer, right?

Light lingers near the drinks, not paying much attention to the party around him. How many hours did he lose? How much time? His finger twitches around his glass. He's annoyed, his hood up.

Should anyone come around, he'll mutter, in some pathetic attempt at conversation: ] It's cool the paint didn't stain.

[truthvalue]

[OK, so if this is a dream ... well, it's about on par for Souji's subconscious, as far as the weirdness quotient goes, except for the guns. His weapons of choice, even in weird dreams, tended toward swords instead of guns, and frankly, even if it's only paint, he'd rather not. So he's unarmed, merely passing by when Light shoots at him. Thankfully, he's spent months fighting monsters and has honed his dodging skills, so he's able to pull himself out of the path of the projectile paint. He says nothing at the moment, just levels a deeply questioning Look at Light. Honestly, dude, why this.]

Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII | FFXV

[113th]

Fear
[In a flurry of light and swords, one of the hideous misshapen humanoids fall. It took a lot of Regis to summon forth the royal arms, especially now after the Crystal had withered him so terribly. However, the old king seems capable enough to defend himself. Without Clarus' aid or any of his Glaives, the fallen king cuts down foe after foe with legendary precision and grace.

He might be old but he's still strong.]

Far too many-- [He mutters quietly once he hears the booming approach of these hideous beasts coming nearer. The king brutally slashes through one of the titans with untold strength before suddenly summoning all thirteen arms towards him. The spectral weapons shine with a magnificent white aura that surely is a remnant of his covenant with the Six. While the Power of Kings were indeed a gift given long ago by the deities,
Regis certainly has his own particular style.]

[The king waits for the monsters to near before suddenly crafting what seems to be a powerful translucent shield around himself and any others fending against the titan horde. He lingers there with his right bandaged palm outstretched before him as he struggles to keep the paling whole. The shield itself ripples like water whenever the monsters strike against it but never does it break. While it's indeed beautiful and seemingly fragile like glass, the shield Regis summons is steadier than steel.

Then again, most of you in Hadriel know this already about the old king, no? This isn't the first time he ventured into this somber realm and it won't be the last.

The King of Light has returned.]

Rage - I. Don't Mind the Old Guy Sniping
[While the King of Light is seen as a rather pious and just figure even in Hadriel, everyone seems to forget that he has a mean streak. Blame it on the Caelums warlike ancestors on his own personal dislike for this realm, Regis is certainly on a metaphorical kill streak today during this silly paintball game. He has a list of people whom he would like very much to shoot. Whether or not you're one of his targets remains unknown until the very last second he pulls the trigger.]

[After all, he's sniping people from a comfortable distance.]

Oh, he's certainly next on the list. [Regis mutters as he quickly takes cover behind some crates. He peeks his head it briefly before hastily hiding again. Forget the bad leg and slower gait, Regis has strategy on his side and he's been effectively knocking people out left and right. The old king is a crafty bastard, a little too crafty.]

Yes, come closer. [The rogue monarch takes aim once he spots a familiar sihoulette in the distance.] You shall be number twelve---


Rage - II. The Party
[To whomever managed to shoot Regis during the pinball match, you're rewarded with the grumpy old king glaring at you from the distance. Yes, he's a little upset or rather frustrated but if asked, he'll pretend not to be. Regis will just glower at you in silent disapproval as he sips his wine. It's the kind of glare that a father would give to an misbehaving child, that whole "I can't believe you--!" sort of stare.]

[It's unspeakably comical to say the least. Who knew that Regis would be such a bad sport at times. It's almost endearing.]


Wildcard
(hit me up at glacian for something else if these prompts don't suit you.)

II

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen didn't take it so personally that he'd gotten eliminated early on. He's fully aware of his shortcomings in the firearms and aiming departments. So as he shuffles up to Regis' side, he's half smiling in amusement]

I take it you were eliminated as well?

France (Francis Bonnefoy if you're nasty) | Axis Powers Hetalia

[salace]

( 01. Titans )

[This had not been on his schedule for the day! Now, granted, France has a knack for going with the flow, for giving into spontaneity and following his own whims, so it's not the disruption in schedule that is so dismaying.

It's the giant monster that doesn't even feel like something out of a nightmare because there is no way he'd ever imagine something like that! Even in his worst dreams! Jamais de la vie!]

Oh no... nono... [The only thing he has on him at present is a cloth grocery bag, mostly full (He just wanted to go shopping, go home, cook a nice meal, but no) of vegetables, bread, wine, cheese. It's a parsnip that he grabs out first, and hurls it at the enormous creature. Like that'll slow it down.] Vas-t-en! Shoo! Get back!

[...maybe he should run. Someone please help him.]


( 03. Fashion Show and Tell )

[Francis has seen odder fashion than this come through Paris in his time. He's never entirely understood some of the more avant garde trends, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Still, it's not idea to wind up in something so awkward to move around in. No, no that won't do at all.

Unfortunately out on the street and without any particular sense of shame, the only thing to do is strip.

It's an ungainly process, so he's careening about as he goes, first trying to shimmy it down. Then up, arms stuck in it, bottom clad in only his underwear. Anyone nearby may be bumped into with a muffled,] Pardonnez moi...

[Another moment, a string of exasperated curses,] I don't suppose you could help..?

[Or else, perhaps worse, find him after he's been successful and is strolling down the street in little more than black thong underwear like this is the most normal thing in the world. Because why wouldn't he?]

3.

[metronomelody]

[Austria doesn't seem to mind his own rather odd ensemble of bread. If food is already stale then it's simply thrifty to re-purpose it into something of use, before it eventually rots away.

He does, however, seem to mind France.]

I would be happy to assist, of course.

[Austria cups his hands to amplify his shout.] Polizei!

Newt Geiszler | Pacific Rim

[completelycrazy]

one - coliseum

[Newt was pretty sure that yesterday was actually the worst day of his life, despite the whole "saving the world" thing, but then he woke up in this stupid coliseum and has to deal with this nonsense, apparently. What the hell are those things? He'd rather be stuck here with a Kaiju. At least they're cool to look at.

So. Since he has no illusions about trying to fight these awful things, he's just hiding behind some rubble and waiting for them to get the hell out of the way so he can make a break for it. If they could stop standing in front of the exits, that'd be great. Help!! Or come cower strategically lie in wait with him.]

two - paintball

[Newt arguably sucks more at paintball than at fighting titans because at least he knows he sucks at fighting titans. He's holed up in the science lab at the moment, but not because he's hiding! He's just! Working on something! He will bravely charge back into the fray once he's done!

Specifically, he's collected some scrap parts from around the city and is attempting to built a turret out of his paintball gun. Then he can just throw together a quick bunker in a busier part of town, set up his turret, and kick back as it does the work for him. Genius.

But he wasn't expecting company. He ducks behind a counter but, uh, unfortunately leaves his gun in its half-assembled turret. Smooth, Geiszler.]

Hey, this is a private workspace! [It's not, but.] Get lost!

two - afterparty

[So the turret thing didn't pan out and he got gunned down like immediately. Whatever! There's booze and snacks and he's now wearing a really sick kigurumi, so he's the real winner, here.

He plops down next to you, already a little tipsy and hoarding a plateful of snacks. This is awesome.]

What prize did you get? [His prize is obvious. Please admire it.]

two

[64th]

[ Cashmere looks vaguely insulted, and keeps her paintball gun pointed in his direction. ] You should have locked the door.

I'm just here for a break, and then I'll leave. I don't shoot you, you don't shoot me, and we both go on with our day. Fair?

Laura Palmer / Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me

[outofthefire]

One:

[Laura is no fighter (and she's in a corset, set of panties, and pantyhose only), but she's not going to make it easy on these giant monsters. she's fast on her feet, running one direction, then switching paths, then picking up a handy rock to throw at the monsters and running between their legs to try and confuse them.

she knows she can't keep up this pace forever, though, and she's going to need help]

Hey! Hey, anybody wanna help a girl in need?

Two:

[Laura has been stalking the corridors, looking for her next target. this has been fun and it makes her feel powerful, being the one who's the hunter and not the prey for once.

she's already taken down a few targets. the near coma her victims fell into was a little troubling at first, but she figures they're going to be fine. after all, if she can be brought back from the dead, surely a little coma won't hurt them. much.

she curses under her breath when she sees who she's coming up behind. this one's not going to be easy]

Three:

[Laura has worn some wild costumes, usually at One Eyed Jack's or at one of Jacques' parties, but this is a whole new level of weird. she looks herself over again. same flowered corset and--should she even call the rest of it a skirt? it bells out strangely and then tapers down to a tiny opening for her feet. and of course she's wearing sky-high heels

she's taking these tiny, mincing steps and going nowhere fast.

she trips over her own feet and winds up in your arms]

Ooops! [she tries for her best smile] Thanks for catching me. I don't know what I would've done without you.

3

[has_been_faking]

[The guy who catches her is lucky that he was even paying enough attention to do so. He's ventured out of his apartment in the only outfit suddenly left for him, and he's mortified to even be seen in this as he sneaks outside. Ed was hoping he could make it to the stores to find something else without anyone seeing him, but no such luck. He and Laura run into each other as they turn corners. Well, at least he's not the only one in something ridiculous.

He quickly tries to help Laura back up, keeping a tentative hand on her shoulder to keep her steady.]

Um, I imagine you'd probably be like an upturned turtle if you hit the ground in-- whatever that is. Wait-- I'm sorry. This is some kind of weird outfit you found, right? And not something that's totally normal for wherever or whenever you're from? I'm not trying to be insulting, I'm--

[He talks a lot.]

queen elsa of arendelle | ouat / crau

[dendrites]

( ＲＡＧＥ )

[ there is no way, really, that she can stay in one place for very long. there are splatters on her cheeks and her overalls from being this close to others falling victim to the balls of paint. elsa has a poor grip on her gun because, well, what she makes up for in lack of skill is a very good way to shield herself. each ice wall is temporary and not ... against the rules as far as she is concerned.

you'll probably find her slinking out of the way as one small ice shield melts into the ground as she disappears into a darkened alleyway, illuminated by that magic that always follows her.

secretly she fumbles with her gun, having been holding it the right-handed way despite her left being the stronger hand. frowning, she pushes her braid off one shoulder and tries to find a better grip. emma could do this and while she doesn't wish emma were here, she does wish she could channel a bit of that swan tenacity and skill.

or you might find her climbing up a fire escape and onto a rooftop. ( man, walking around without heels is so much easier sometimes. ) she's a quick one. try catching up to her. ]

( ＣＯＮＦＵＳＩＯＮ )

[ well, it could be worse.

as much as she would actually feel more comfortable in a dress made of ice, she suppose it could be worse, wearing a dress that looks more like a gilded birdcage, scandalously not covering very much except for the leotard underneath. the scandal of it all has her wearing her hair down and unbraided because her hair might help cover up some of those parts. and to her credit, the bits of ice she has added for embellishment and additional coverage to look quite fetching on an otherwise cumbersome .... thing.

find her staring mournfully at a storefront or attempting to sit down in front of the library. ( she will fail at it. ) ]

but does the caged el sing?

[dadiolus]

( well. honestly. he's seen some things in his day — some of the "fashion statements" both in insomnia and lestallum had been something, and let's not forget whatever could have passed for fashion during their little trip down ( fake ) memory lane — but if there are certain things you're kind of. not expecting to see someone dressed in, it's. a birdcage. because that is exactly what that looks like and that is exactly what he's going to call it in his head.

but only in his head. because he's pretty sure that if he so much as thinks about saying it out loud she'll smack him. or make it snow in his general direction. or just make one of those huffy sounds ( also in his general direction ) that makes him want to instantly envelope her in a bear hug and apologize.

still. he does actually find her trying to sit ( and failing miserably, mind ), and while he manages to keep his chuckling to a bare minimum, it's still probably going to get him in trouble. he'll make up for it, he promises. ) Need a hand, darlin'?

( and just what are you expecting to do to help, sir. because offering to help her out of that nonsense isn't exactly the right sort of thing to do right now. behave yourself. )

Jade Harley | Homestuck

[witchhooded]

a: chopsticks on piano. it's a big joke.

[ Titans. Okay.

Jade literally has no problem with this? Like, actually, it's kind of funny to consider the ways she can handle this: with resizing abilities, her flight, or just telekinesising something at it. An oversized zombie is not so threatening when you're the Witch of Space.

So, she shrinks it down. Shrinking a Titan down takes focus, but she manages it, and when Jade finishes, there's a baby sized Titan in her arms. Which probably just makes it a zombie baby? She's not sure of the correct term here, she just knows she's got to hold it at arms length and look displeased as it snaps it's jaw, looking for anything or anyone to bite into.

...It's a rather disturbing display, all together, a man's face on a child body, desperately trying to bite down on anything. One might be concerned for Jade's fingers right about now. ]

I... think he is hungry!

[ ...

I'm sorry? ]

b-1: diamonds are a girl's best paintball gun

[ A gun in her hand is a familiar feeling. This doesn't come with the smell of smoke and it doesn't burn hot in her grip when she fires it, but Jade knows this routine well. She hasn't gone into the jungle without a rifle, something to protect herself against the monsters on the island, since she could hold a gun. Since Grandpa taught her how to hunt.

Hunting isn't in Jade's nature. She wouldn't dare raise a finger to hurt an innocent creature. But oh, she wants to win... What's the prize? What can she do with it? The rush of victory would be so fulfilling.

Jade angles her paintball gun, holding tight, her finger poised over the trigger, the itch is there, the time's almost righ--

ohjeebus she almost shot a barrel marked hazardous waste

The paint smacks the wall just aside of the barrel, instead, making a wet collision that splatters green across the floor and speckles the ceiling to boot. From her perch, several flights of stairs up, Jade squeaks and stands up, her white doggie ears at attention. ]

I was aiming for your chest, but the dangerous thing next to you!! Sorry!

[ Oopsie. ]

b-2: and you were there! and so were you! and you, and you...

[ Jade takes losing pretty well for someone who gets so heated. Maybe it's just her inexplicable ability to cover things up with a smile, but she's covered in paint, her chest splattered with the color red (it's quite morbid looking, really) but her grin is so wide that you'd think she'd won the lottery. In her hands she clutches a small pink leash and attached to her, trailing behind pitifully like a toy with dying batteries (this is the case, actually, though whether Jade realizes this or not is up to you to decide), is plush of a white dog. It's trying to keep up with her as she flits around from bowl of candy to table of h'or dourves to table of ... rank smelling drink she doesn't touch.

Eventually, the puppy plush slides across the floor and smacks you in the leg. It lets out a pitiful yip that might be it's last words before it simply stops moving. What do you do? She looks almost too happy to interrupt, but... ]

b2!

[completelycrazy]

[Newt is tepidly scoping out this rank-smelling drink? He's had enough of other, yummier drinks to consider taking a swig of this stuff just to see what it is. That's probably a good idea. It wouldn't be the first time he's put himself at risk for the sake of science.

But then something small plows into his leg and, whoops, did he get his tail stuck on something again?? He glances down and... Oh? He follows the leash up to the tiny mechanical pup's owner. Who is also kind of pup-looking.

???

He squints at her.]

Is the dog your prize...? Or the... [He gestures vaguely at the top of his head.] The ears.

Sam Drake | Uncharted

[seekingmyfortune]

1. S O S

[Soaked from head to toe, heart still racing from being shot at and diving into the ocean, Sam stands up quickly when he arrives, catching his breath and looking around. He lets out a small, relieved chuckle, the adrenaline of the previous situation starting to diminish as he realizes he’s no longer in danger of being caught in the crossfire of a bunch of mercenaries.]

Hey, Nathan? Victor! Anyone out the—

[Then he hears it: footsteps that are too big and that make the ground tremble. Sam turns around, and when he sees the titan, any potential relief he might have felt is gone completely.]

Holy shit!

[Is all he says before he bolts towards the nearest building. This is definitely not Scotland anymore.]

2a.Prepare for total domination

[The feeling of a gun in his hand is oddly comforting, even if it is a paintball gun. Honestly, where was this when those Titans were after him? Taking cover behind a tree, Sam shoots at anyone who comes near and seems to be playing. If he hits you, you’re greeted with a satisfied, amused chuckle. Someone is having way too much fun.]

2b. What are older brothers for?

[Eventually, Sam finds himself at the party, and settles at a table, the bottle of liquor he’s acquired as a consolation prize by his elbow. His paint covered, denim shirt is draped over the back of his chair, and his v-neck is also sporting some nice paint splatters. But despite the fact he lost, he seems pretty comfortable sitting there, cigarette dangling from his mouth, animatedly recounting a story about the one and only, Nathan Drake to anyone who will listen.]

So, it's the grand finale, right? And Nathan's building up to pull the rat out, only we don't know it's escaped. And just when he's about to say the magic words, one of the nuns screams in the back, and the rat--the rat goes scurrying across the room!

3. This is worse than prison

[Yeah, that sure is one Sam Drake sporting those suspender sweats like a miserable pro. If you encounter him, you’ll get a LOOK and a surly:]

Don’t.

3

[storyseeker]

[Elena was planning on going about her business and mercifully ignoring the guy in the suspender...somethings...but then eye contact had been made and she'd made a face. No one should blame her for it.]

Sorry. But you look ridiculous.

cisco ramon | the flash

[villainsgonnavill]

[ 001.

Nothing about this is cool or good?? Cisco didn't sign up to appear in some other dimension's dilapidated-ass arena, thanks. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. And yet... here he is. Fully arena'd, surrounded by strangers, and able to tell just from glancing around that he really, really doesn't want to look up right now.

Cisco looks up. His first reaction is a disgusted-slash-unpleasantly-surprised wordless shout. He raises his hands shortly thereafter, mind working a mile a minute to figure out how he could even use his powers to contribute helpfully to this disaster of a situation. This is so not how he wanted to kick off the heroism gig. ]

Okay, I guess this is happening?! [ So many unanswered questions. ] I'm gonna need to either get someone onto big boy's shoulder there to handle him so we can all live, or I'm gonna need someone to get him a pair of pants right now! If I'm gonna die here, I'm not letting it be this weird! Uh-uh!

[ 002.

He may not have won the paintball fight, but he has to admit the party is pretty damn fly. Decent food, decent kicks, decent prizes. It's not half bad. The dried paint in his hair leaves him a little preoccupied for the first couple of hours. Cisco, of course, very bravely perseveres in the face of this righteous party.

He just kind of makes the rounds, dipping into the occasional small-talk, totally at no point thinking about how much he wishes he was back in Central City right about now. No sir, not him. There's a cup with a straw in his hand at all times, and he is living in the lap of luxury for a guy whose oral fixation has been kinda left out to dry since arriving. Go figure, scavenging store shelves doesn't yield a lot of candy or slushies. ]

I designed a paint cannon a few years back. Now that baby had all the works-- rapid-fire, color chambers, little pattern stencils. I mean, I say paint cannon. It's more like a paintball turret. Probably vehicle-mounted? I thought about a smaller shoulder-mounted thing, but it just never... never quite came together for me. So what I'm saying is, if these gods did us up a rematch, do you think they'd give a little leeway for some engineering?

quietly screeches!! 2.

[truthvalue]

[This. Sounds. Fascinating, Souji has only ever built model robots, and those came with instructions. Building something you designed - that's pretty cool.]

It wouldn't hurt to ask them. The worst they can say is no.

Agent Washington | Red vs Blue | will match format

[hardwearing]

titan terrors

If there's anyone suited to fight a naked giant trying to eat them all, it's probably the guy decked out in full metal combat armor. Good luck taking a bite out of him, titans. The thing is, there are a ton of civilian-types around who aren't wearing combat armor, so Wash's priority is going to be getting them out. He looks around for an exit, and spots a lit tunnel on the opposite side of the creatures. That must be the way out. Of course, everyone is on this side. He points to it anyway, calling out.

"There. Stay out of their reach!"

He'll distract the things.


paintball royale

By all rights, Wash should have won paintball. He's a fucking special ops soldier, for chrissakes. And the things he has survived... but somehow he got hit and for some reason it doesn't matter that his armor stops bullets, that little ball of paint hitting his shoulder knocked him out, and he wakes up back in the damn arena. When he realizes where he is he pulls his real gun from its holster, ready for a monster fight, but.

Is this a party?

He picks himself up and wanders over to a table full of food, bewildered.

"What's going on...?"


walk walk fashion baby

His armor is gone.

His fucking armor and survival suit are gone and Wash is pissed. He knew he should have been sleeping in it, should have been living in it, but at the same time something tells him that wouldn't have made a difference. And now he's got no choice but to walk around in ... what even is this? Well, at least they didn't take his weapons.

Which is how he winds up walking around the city fully armed in suspender sweats and a hand shawl, hating his life as he heads for the shops to find something less ridiculous.

Don't mock the guy with the battle rifle in his hands.

fashion disaster whoo

[requiemshark]

Ephemera actually did sleep in his armor, hit by a bout of insomnia and what were definitely not a series of PTSD laden nightmares where he did not punch a hole in the wall again. Usually he sleeps just fine, armored or not, and thus far nobody has tried shanking him in his sleep. So it's probably okay to sleep out of his armor most of the time. Plus, his collection of pillows has only grown since he first ended up in Hadriel and if anyone asks, they're very nice pillows. Not at all like crashing on the floor or sleeping in full armor.

It figures that the one time he actually did sleep in his armor, the gods would decide to fuck around and up and disappear it.

Not his guns. Or his knives. Not even his paints. No, they took his fucking armor.

And, incidentally, the rest of his clothes.

Which is why he's wearing only a pair of disgustingly cheerful sweatpants with sunflowers printed on them, scars and tattoos bare, and knocking around the shop looking for a shirt. Or anything that's not neon.

Boots would be really awesome right about how, Ephemera thinks. He's got his pistol in one hand and a knife in a makeshift ankle holster, just in case.

There are two reasons he doesn't shoot Washington right in his stupid face.

One, he didn't come up in Ephemera's blind side.

Two, it takes him a moment to even recognize Wash out of armor.

Ephemera bares his teeth, holding the pistol level.

"Oh, fuck no. I am not dealing with you too."

R | Warm Bodies

[romeoeatsbrains]

1. fear

[ There are a lot of things to consider when you end up in a strange place without that girl you like. R was considering all of them as fast as his half rotted brain could handle.

Where am I? This definitely doesn't look like the airport. Where's Julie?

Of course all these questions fade in importance compared to the one that comes up the moment he sees the titan.

What the fuck is that?

He might not be the freshest meat but R ducks behind a building all the same, only realizing once he's there that he's not alone. Looking over at his new friend R waves awkwardly.

Act casual. And don't smile, don't smile. I think I have Perry in my teeth. ]

…hi.


2. rage

[ R didn't last long in paintball, so now he's at the afterparty trying his best to blend in. That involves a lot of hovering at the edges of things with his hands shoved in his pockets. This is fine, everything is fine. He has a charming mix of paintball splatters and blood on his gross hoodie. That's totally inconspicuous.

God, I look fucking terrible. Why am I even here?

At least no one has tried to shoot him in the head yet. R keeps avoiding the crowd, head whipping around now and then as he looks for any kind of familiar face. He also takes the time to pocket any interesting looking trinkets left unsupervised. He has a problem.

At one point he could swear he saw Julie and it's enough to make him brave mingling with the crowd and for a moment he comes alive. Until he bumps into someone and loses sight. ]

S... sorry...

1.

[braveoff]

[ Drake had ducked behind the building to keep out of the way of the same titan R was dodging, since he doesn't have the means to take one down on his own. He was trying to get to the colosseum, plotting his route there when someone else turns the corner. Someone who smells... less than pleasant, if he's honest. And then the stranger turns to him, and Drake knows instantly that it's a zombie. One who looks like he's turning full Romero.

He takes a step back, reaching for his axe, when... the guy speaks.

Romeros don't talk. He's not too far gone yet. Okay, new plan. He's still wary, still has his hand over his weapon, but he's not moving to make with the head trauma yet. ]

Hey. You just get here?

Percy Jackson | ...Percy Jackson Series

[mightypen]

1

Sudden giant weird looking monsters trying to eat him? Must be Wednesday as far as Percy sees it. Though these are decidedly weirder looking than usual for the more human looking sort.

He gets behind cover, sword in hand and a serious expression on his face. "So. Anything to watch out for with these guys?" he asks, barely looking at whomever it is he's sharing cover with.

2-A: Battle

The problem with trying to hit a demigod is that they're incredibly good at dodging, and Percy is rather exceptional at it. He's also rather unsettlingly far too serious as he tracks through the streets hunting down opponents.

Habits picked up from some of the hardest parts of his life are kicking in and they're not something to be taken lightly.

Sneaking up and getting him in an ambush is probably your best bet in taking him out.

2-B: Party!

That was... not okay, as far as Percy is going to count it. Falling in to that 'kill or be killed' mindset quite that suddenly is rough, and so is being snapped out of it just as suddenly.

He is just going to sit down for a bit and get over the whiplash before claiming his prize.

3

Percy isn't even aware of how utterly ridiculous he looks, he's just glad he can use his hands really, even if he can't see terribly well but he's going to at least try to pretend everything is perfectly normal.

Even if he does happen to trip over things.

2B!

[yearrounder]

Amazing the things you can do when you can literally turn invisible. Kind of makes it hard to hit. Which works out well, because that whole "demigod competitiveness" thing doesn't disappear just because you're not at camp anymore. And. Haven't been. For a few months. The point being, invisibility is great for this.

So it was a while before she turned up at the party, confused for a moment, but eventually shaking her head. Talk about a sudden mood swing...

...but she stopped when she caught sight of the boy in front of her. Was that-- no it, couldn't be, could it? She ws just seeing what she wanted to see. But...what if it was?

"...Percy?"

Yusuke Kitagawa | Persona 5

[wantsnudes]

i. fear

[If the Door was looking to pull in something chaotic, a Phantom Thief is certainly a good candidate. Yusuke's none too confused about being dragged to another world; his thief outfit and kitsune mask suggest to him that this is just another trip to the Metaverse, and with his katana at his hip, he's more than able to defend himself.

Not that he's interested in doing so, right now. He's watching the hulking figures with a detached curiosity as they approach.]

Intriguing, that such grotesque forms could be distortions of this world... I would like to paint you.

[The titans don't seem to be interested in standing still to model for him, however, and are quickly closing in. One of them reaches down to grab him, and Yusuke darts out of the way, his fascination rapidly becoming disappointed irritation.]

Well, perhaps there will be a chance for that later. Come, Goemon!

[He summons his Persona, which casts an ice-based spell, freezing the giant's legs in place just enough to prevent it from giving chase. Yusuke takes the opportunity to run to cover; he knows this is a battle he can't take on his own.]

ii. rage - paintball

[In theory, Yusuke is a strong contender for paintball, given all the experience he has gunning down Shadows with his assault rifle. In reality, the artist has decided that a gun that fires infinite paint is absolutely wasted on shooting other people. Infinite paint. Just think of the possibilities!

So instead, he's found the nearest paint-free wall, and has positioned himself with his paintball gun. At his feet, there's a pile of scavenged guns of various colours from other (already unconscious) players. He begins to shoot, occasionally switching guns, until the colourful mess becomes something resembling art. As he progresses, the boy mumbles to himself.]

Yes...! I've discovered a new mode of expression beyond the canvas and brush. With this, I can create my next great work, incorporating my skills as both artist and marksman...!

[He chuckles, delighted with his own genius, and oblivious to the fact someone might be sneaking up on him to shoot him at any moment.]

ii. rage - party

[After Yusuke inevitably gets shot during his creative paintball endeavours, his disappointment quickly gives way to the vast amounts of food and drink at the party. His eyes are wide as he addresses the closest person standing nearby.]

This is all... free? We can just help ourselves, yes? [He scarcely waits for an answer, because he's already heading off to the nearest table in excitement, grabbing a plate and piling it high with food.]

2 | paintball: assuming they've already had reunions here if that's okay!

[jocoeur]

( there's someone sneaking up behind him all right, but joker's paintball gun is down at his side for now. having been running around the cave for most of the morning in his phantom thief gear had him seeking a bit of downtime to recover. and what better way to do that then to see what his friends were getting up to?

of course, he should have known he may come across a scene like this knowing yusuke, but... )

In that case, is this what they might call a... marksmasterpiece?

Julie Grigio | Warm Bodies

[redwinekindofgirl]

i. SCENARIO ONE: TITAN TERRORS

[Julie had fallen asleep that night with a knot of guilt in her stomach and the image of R's retreating back as he trustingly headed out to carry out the task she'd set him on. She'd waited, until he'd moved out of sight, then she'd jumped into the car and started the engine, praying that the gas in the tank would be enough to get her to the stadium.

She couldn't take him back there. No one would listen. They'd just kill him.

Julie wakes up on her side, on hard ground, and thinks for a moment that she might have fallen out of bed. Funny, she hadn't fallen out of bed in years. She opens her eyes and focuses muzzily on the nearest object--

A foot. A massive foot.]

Oh my God-- [She gasps out, scrambling away. I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming. She might be dreaming, but it does nothing to alter the urgency she feels about getting away from that thing as quickly as possible.

Still in her nightclothes, she runs for the nearest thing that might serve as cover and ducks behind it, breathing hard.]

Oh my God, shit, what is that?!

ii. SCENARIO TWO: PAINTBALL ROYALE

[A paintball gun. She knows paintball guns, and guns in general, and quickly gets the idea. A good number of people fall to her shots before she gets hit herself, but waking up in the middle of a party isn't the most disappointing thing that's ever happened to her.

The food is good, and do you have any idea how long it's been since she had cake, or anything sweet?

If you don't run into her walking around, she can be found seated at a table with two plates piled high with food - everything she knows she's missed and some things that are entirely new. This girl can put food away like nobody's business, but she might just take a moment to talk to you if you can manage to distract her.]

iii. WILDCARD

[Try anything!]

[hardwearing]

[ By all rights Wash should have dominated at paintball. But somehow a pellet he thought he'd dodged swung around and hit him in the back (seriously what the fuck, the wind can't do that) and despite the fact that his armor can deflect bullets, a paintball took him out. So now he's at the party, and... despite himself, he's gotten hungry. And there's a ton of food. So he makes himself a plate and looks for a place to sit. He could camp out in some corner by himself, but spots a free seat across from a blond girl with multiple plates, so he might as well be civilized and use a chair. ]

Can I sit here?

[ His voice is muffled since despite the plate in his hand, he's still wearing his helmet. Don't worry, he'll take if off to eat this time. ]

Haru Okumura | Persona 5

[miradi]

I. FEAR

[Mementos had its quirks, but this was also not Mementos. Mementos were tunnels and subway trains and reclining in the comfyness that was the Mona car; the last floor had been the same as any other, and then, it was this.

Haru has to wonder if its a part of someone's cognition. But who would think up a giant such as this? It was almost human, not like a shadow at all; and unbeatable alone, even with her axe in hand and Milady at her whim. Haru does her best to hide, eyeing up her axe, eyeing up the nearest titan, wondering if she should put some distance in or try her luck.]

II. RAGE - PAINTBALL

[From all that time spent handling a grenade launcher, Haru has a wicked aim - if aim is the same thing as firing off rounds of paint with enough force to bruise.

After the first few hits she gets in, Haru doesn't bother to hide, getting a little thrill at every opponent she takes down. Sure, this isn't the real thing, isn't fighting against shadows... but there's something about splattering someone with paint as she corners or ambushes them that feeds into her adrenaline, that's fun.

Who's next?]

II. RAGE - PARTY

[At some point the remaining paintballers team up and take down Haru, which leads her to the party. As nice as the food is - she's had better, but on the bright side, she's also hard worse - she stands off to the side with a modest plateful of food, sighing every now and again, because you know what she wasn't finished with? Paintballing. It's a shame, truly.]

ii - party!

[wantsnudes]

[Despite Yusuke's own paintball misadventures, he's practically been shovelling food in his face nonstop since he got to the party, and he's showing no signs of slowing. He's on his way back to the nearest buffet table for more, when he hears a sigh and spots a familiar face.]

Ah, Haru. [He heads over, concerned.] Why do you sound so forlorn?

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars

[angelofnaboo]

Titan Terrors

[Still smarting from all the fighting she, Anakin and Obi-Wan had to do on Geonosis, Padmé is sore, stiff and bleeding. And suddenly in another arena.]

This certainly isn't Petranaki arena. [She looks around, blaster rifle firmly gripped in one hand as she takes in her area.] Anakin? Obi-Wan?

[A sudden heavy breathing has her attention and she looks up. And up. And up again. Only to see something vaguely human-shaped but grotesquely exaggerated looming over her.]

Oh.

[She takes a step back, hoping to find some place to hide, because she's not sure that a shot from her blaster would actually take it out.]

Fashion Diva

[She's not adverse to doing her own laundry. She was only queen for eight years and she's a very private person, despite living a very public life. Buying her own clothes and learning to deal with the fashion of this strange would has actually been very fun, in its own way.

Padmé misses the joking, teasing and sharing of times with her handmaidens and decoys, but having genuine alone time is...freeing.

However, when she goes to remove the loads of laundry from the machines, they're stuffed to the gill with strange and bizarre fabrics she's never seen before. She's worn her fair share, but nothing quite like this dress made of faces.

But she doesn't mean she has trouble pulling it off.]

I wonder how the women of Tatooine would find this?

<3 <3 <3 Titan Terrors

[prophesiedone]

[He is racing to her aid without fully registering that she is here. His heart is soaring, but he is terrified too. Anakin brings out his lightsaber, slicing into the monstrosity with all his might. He needs to bring it down quickly. He needs to get her to safety and reassure himself that she is alive and with him.]

Padmé, stay down!

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV

[unemptied]

I. FEAR

[Hey, world, you got a sec? When he's sleeping, Prompto greatly appreciates the ground not moving under him, thanks That crashing noise? Also not welcome. Sleep? Good, despite what Ignis seems to think about rattling him and Noctis awake at dawn. Dude needs to learn how to chill out, they have time for five more minutes. Or half an hour. Or two.

That's probably it now, some kind of practical joke, and maybe Noct is in on it because he's not here and it sounds something like an Astral. He's about to kick the empty space of the tent next to him to prove a point, only there's, like, no tent to kick. Well, that's something, and that something is weird.

The other something is that when he opens his eyes there's a Titan looming over him and he's still on the ground, sprawled out on a sleeping bag that's somehow still underneath him.]

No, no, no, no, you have got to be kidding me! [He scrambles, rolling and tumbling - it's a good thing he's light on his feet - as he makes to stand up and run away from that rather big hand making to grab him, not even bothering for his gun because what business does a gun have against a titan.] C'mon, guys, this isn't funny! [He looks over his shoulder, which is a mistake because here comes that oversized hand again, ready to scoop him up and turn him into Prompto jam.] Crap, crap, crap--!

II. RAGE

[Cameras? Not the only thing Prompto can shoot. He's in his element - sure, it's not a regular gun, but it fires paint and that seems to count as a shot, so why not, right?

The problem is, despite being a gunslinger Prompto has a habit of diving unwisely into the fray. That doesn't let up now, and despite his proficiency, he's an open target, and it's not long before he's shot with paint.

Fool ends up in the party solemnly eating whatever's on offer far too quickly for someone who actually knows his way around a gun. Don't ask about where that losing shot hit. (Ask.)]

Fear!

[claritatis]

Prompto!

[Ignis is there, almost immediately, grabbing the smaller man's arm and forcefully wheeling him out of the way of a clumsy grab by the titan. A timely rescue, indeed, and he keeps hold of Prompto as he moves back several paces, a javelin held in his free hand.]

Don't try to fight it, just run!

[Take the advice. It's the best you'll get all day.]

nah | fire emblem (awakening)

[naw]

( one )

[decaying creatures, zombie soldiers, dragons of the apocalypse— Nah has seen far too many hellish monsters in her lifetime, but these are new. fascinating, almost, in a grotesque sort of way, but now is clearly not the time to be studying them and taking notes. she's completely caught off guard by the sudden... well, everything, and fails to react quickly enough when a titan reaches for her with one massively disproportionate fist.

yes, terrifying. she does what any other girl her age would do in this sort of situation: she screams. loudly, at that. fear comes first, then comes anger. outrage. indignation. all the fun stuff that comes with finding oneself in a completely unfamiliar place with giant naked monster people lumbering about. she didn't spend her years fighting to be abruptly offed by something as ridiculous as whatever's got a hold of her, thank you very much.]

Agh— [she yells out as it lifts her up.] Let go of me! You big, stupid— thing!

[to anyone else, it'd look like a helpless child is about to be eaten by one of these titans. but she's got a firm grip on her Dragonstone even with her arm pinned to her side; she'll transform before it can bite her head off.

unless someone wants to try saving her first. either way, she's not in any actual danger.]

( two )

[Nah hardly lasted a few seconds out there. who can blame her, really, when she's never held a gun in her life and she tried using hers as a club at first to whack someone over the head (before they shot her).

and so she finds herself at the party before she even realizes what's going on. whatever, she didn't wanna play anyways!! deciding to deal with the big spot of paint on her front later, she goes straight for the food and begins grabbing whatever looks good with her bare hands as if she hasn't eaten in days.

then she pauses, and turns to whoever happens to be nearby.]

Er, this is all for us, right? I don't have any money with me.

one;

[hotspurred]

[As a guardsman, Henry is out fighting this newest threat in an attempt to defend the people of their cavern city. So when he hears a scream cut through the air, he immediately sprints towards the source.

Seeing a child about to be eaten, there's no time to approach the situation strategically. He rushes in, his sword drawn, and hacks deep into the titan's leg with a powerful stroke of his blade, hoping to distract it — or God willing surprise the titan enough that it loosens its grasp so the girl can slip free and start climbing down— with the pain of the wound. He holds his shield ready to deal with retaliation.]