dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #24

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!]

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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.)]

Edited 2017-09-24 18:36 (UTC)

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.]

What do you think I'm trying to do, man?!

[Don't let him fool you, Ignis: despite thinking you were the perpetrator until oh, point five seconds ago, you're actually his angel in not-quite-butler armour and he's incredibly glad to see him because Ignis always has a plan and that plan does get them out alive. Prompto'll never complain about getting up early again.

At least not until tomorrow morning.

The titan doesn't take long to get over its empty air grab, shuffling forward with the intent for another round. Prompto tugs on Ignis' arm, urgently, making for him to follow along - if he's running you're running with him.]

Please tell me you know why this is happening! [Does he sound panicked? Because they're doomed and please tell him you know this Ignis because you know everything.]

In a moment. [Ignis shoots back insistently, and he doesn't waste any time at all in fleeing alongside his friend. Yes, he knows, or he knows enough, but this is not the time for explanations and exposition and is very much the time for running and getting somewhere safe.

What Prompto can't know, but which is very lucky for him, is that Ignis didn't appear in the same way he did. He steers the younger man towards the door he came in by, the nearest exit to the both of them, and internally prays that they make it because he doesn't like the look of the teeth on these behemoths if they don't.

He pushes his friend ahead of him and follows closely, still feeling that they're being followed but not daring to take even a moment of a misstep to turn around.

At least they're not doomed.]

We could be dead in a moment! [It's about his usual standard of complaining, but that doesn't mean he's not going to leave it be. Prompto might want an answer, but he's not going to beg for one - and he's not going to demand one with a titan on their tails. Running works as a good alternative, a speedy retreat even better. He can do running. Running is simple, methodical. All those years spent building up his stamina and endurance weren't for nothing, he's found, especially on a trip where they've done a lot of that... with a car... (why can't they use the Regalia more?) even if he does trip over his own feet from time to time, like right now, and almost misses the door entirely, too focused on blindly trying to get away.

Quite suddenly the exit is right there, and Ignis' push is all it takes. With a burst of frightened speed, Prompto lunges forward, away from pursuing doom, to safety. And then he feels panic, because taking your eyes off quarry you can still hear is far different than taking your eyes off a friend because they've pushed you forward first. He's still behind him... right?

He's already forming the name before he fully turns around.] Ignis!

Here! [Ignis is only a moment behind him, slipping through the exit with a hair's distance to spare. He pauses to adjust his spectacles; to brush off the arms of his jacket and straighten the lapels, then he takes Prompto by the shoulders to look him up and down.]

You're alright? [Yes? Good. Exhale.

He's done this a couple of times now, but the rush of adrenaline that comes with seeing someone that he recognises doesn't compare with how he usually feels when dragging people out of harms way. All in all it was probably a good thing that he was there...

Those monstrosities are like nothing he's ever seen before.]

[Prompto runs the back of his palm over his forehead as Ignis straightens himself up, but it's mostly just to get the hair out of his eyes. And as a cover to give him a visual once over, because he'd thought, almost invasively... well, it doesn't matter now. He's fine, he knows what he's doing. He'll always be fine.

Prompto claps a hand over Ignis' on his shoulder, nodding.] Yeah. I'm good. Or, y'know, as good as can be when a giant whatever-that-was wakes and chases you out of bed first thing in the morning.

[He pauses, considering, letting Ignis have his hand back, blowing air through his teeth.] Please don't add that to your list of methods of getting me up.

[Still, things are... weird. Ignis running to save him, the titan, the door and their narrow escape... something's off. A lot.

It's a hunch, but...]

You know what's going on?

Test Drive Meme #24

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV

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