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TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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 January 25th, and apps are open February 1st.

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: HERE KITTY KITTY
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in coeurls, from the video game Final Fantasy X for you meet.

These cat-like monsters can use elemental magic to attack, as well as their teeth and claws. When injured, they can cast a spell that will drain energy from their attacker and give it to them - and they are even able to temporarily petrify you. So if you decide to fight, let's hope you can finish them off quick!]

SCENARIO TWO: BURIED ALIVE
[What a wonderful day to find yourself - or a friend, or a stranger - buried six feet under. Covered in thick earth, the sturdy oak walls of the coffin trapping you in darkness, all alone. Not a soul to hear any cries of help.

Either you're in a coffin yourself, trapped, hoping for rescue, or you've got a GPS, a set of coordinates, and a shovel. Will you try to claw your way out of your possible grave, using only your bare hands and pure terror? Or will you be the one digging, hoping that down below is someone you love, waiting for you to unearth them?

Just don't take too long. Their air - your air - could run out at any moment.

This is a mini version of our Buried Alive event this month!]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: PET PEEVED
[Everything seems to be going just wrong enough to drive you right up the wall. Maybe your shoes keep coming untied, or you slammed your finger in the door while you were leaving the house. Maybe your friend keeps using the wrong form of 'your/you're' when they text you. Maybe that guy in the shop with you won't get off his damn phone.

Whatever it is, your day has been full of tiny annoyances, enough to leave you on edge and just about ready to explode. They're such little things, nothing that should inspire so much anger, but one after another - well, shouldn't anyone understand why you're mad?

And then someone else comes along, perfectly primed to push your buttons. Maybe they keep pronouncing your name wrong, or they won't stop staring at your scar, or they have hair just the right color to remind you of your last ex. You're already primed for a fight, and they seem just as pissed as you. What will you do?]

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FEAR 1

[waking up in strange hellscapes is nothing new to harry. in fact, since he had stepped foot in silent hill, it seemed to happen about every hour or so (an exaggeration, but the fact remained). there would be sirens, he would black out, the world would shift into an amalgamation of blood, rust, and metal, and harry would be left to question what would be left of his sense of reality when he finally escaped.

if he ever escaped.

still, though, a coliseum is new. the city around him? it was nothing like he had ever seen in the inverted world. and this giant cat that's currently staring him like he's a side of beef is not a creature he's had the pleasure of meeting.]

Stay back! [why he's trying to tell an animal not to come near him is beyond him, but it doesn't feel right just shooting it without giving it a chance. he levels the shotgun with the creature, hands still trembling a little even after all the horrors he's had to face. being scared keeps you alive.

being scared also gives you an itchy trigger finger. the moment the thing rears back and something like electricity begins to build at the tips of its long whiskers, harry doesn't hesitate to fire. magic-schmagic; nothing matters when you get two shotgun shells to the face.]

RAGE

[he honestly doesn't understand how people can live day to day angry like this.

there's been a few times where harry's lost his temper, yelled at someone, argued, but those time are far and few in-between. he'd consider his temperament mild at worst. but this kind of vile anger, annoyance at every little thing, is like bile trying to creep its way up his throat. it's awful.

he's trying his very best not to get into an unnecessary fight with anyone, especially since no one actually deserves it. they're all in the same situation, after all. they had to work together. but he can't help it.] Could you please just go away? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but looking at you--! I can't stand you right now!

You're welcome.

[His voice has the timber of bird's, that parrot-squawk texture, but it's much deeper than any parrot. He tilts his head sideways.]

What. Is that?

[He's seen guns, but only single-shot pistols and the occasional revolver. If it's magic, it's no kind he understands.]

[Whatever they are, they're friendly enough to answer. (Not like she's seen weirder, in retrospect: Pandora sure is A Place, after all.) Lilith affords another another couple seconds of gawking before she nods in acknowledgement.]

This? [If Kit's saved her ass, she at least owes him an explanation. She fishes the original weapon out again and holds it up.] Dunno how specific you'd like me ot get, but it's a submachine gun, Hyperion-made. It's an incendiary, too, so every once in a while that effect'll turn on and set things on fire. I mean, sometimes that part's just me. But credit where at least partial credit's due.

Nice work there, by the way. I'm Lilith.

A. FEAR: SHOCKING

[ When was a door not a door? When it was ajar, of course.

Apparently this Door was very ajar. So ajar that worlds spilled into it, saturating the landscape in a mismatch of people who knew nothing about nothing and everything about something else. Julia among them. Julia, who probably knew the least about anything.

But she knew a little. And she had fought hard for that little.

This wasn’t Fillory. She knew that. She didn’t know what this was. That was the nothing. She knew nothing of this land or why it’d pulled her.

A cat approached her. She paused, tilting her head. Then held out her palm. ]

Here kitty, kitty... [ Her voice was soft, almost empty of anything. ]

B. FEAR: SUFFOCATION

[ Do you know what’s hard to do? Perform hand signals when in a box.

There was no room for hand signals. Julia barely had the ability to lift her hands and push against the coffin. She certainly couldn’t move her hands in the complicated ways that indicated what spell she wanted to perform.

If she even knew a spell to unbury herself. How fucked up was that thought? She had to ask herself if anything she knew could dig her up out of the earth. Blast the earth off her? Scrape it away? How did she even begin to parse this situation out well enough to think of a plan?

She didn’t. That was how.

How long had she screamed when she woke up? Seconds? Hours? Days? Fuck. How long had she been buried alive?

Her breathing had levelled off after the hysterics had ended. “Levelled off.” More like she felt like she was suffocating, so her brain finally kicked it’s ass into gear. She calmed herself the fuck down. She was in a box she couldn’t escape from. She was running out of air. She had to be careful with it. So she forced herself to breath as carefully as she could, far from normal but better than before. Her heart still pounded in her ears.

Magic was out. Prying herself out. So what now? Think, Julia, think. This wasn’t how this ended. She would be fucking damned if she died in a fucking box in god only knows where.

She lashed out with her fist, slamming it against the box as she screamed out. ]

Is anyone there? Can anyone here me?!

[ Pound again. ] Get me the fuck out of here!

C. RAGE: PERTURBED

[ The little things didn’t bother Julia often. Why would they? There were so many big things to be bothered by. Things so big they happened without people noticing they happened. Liars and cheats that reshaped the world with a romantic twist to hide the grime underneath. It happened every second of every day-

She was getting away from herself. This was about the little things this time. The big things would always be there. They always were.

No, today it was the little things. The way it rained when she left this morning. The way it stopped just shortly after she left, highlighting that if she’d waited a minute or two she could have escaped the rain. There was a man who stared too long at her ( was there a stain on her shirt? ) she had snarled at. A bird that wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

This day just needed to end.

Finally, the day had gotten too long. Too full of little things that were swelling into a big thing. A rough shoulder jostled her, knocking her off her path. Maybe it was her who’d run into the person? Who knew. She certainly didn’t remember seeing anyone there.

It didn’t matter. Her hands sparked as she turned. ]

Watch where you are going next time. [ She snaps at the person. For all her anger, she looks half calm. Mostly empty.

It’s there, though. Rising to the surface. How easily it calls to her. How readily she answers. ]

Edited 2016-01-21 22:22 (UTC)

[Ronan hasn't heard the news yet. Gansey has only just arrived, and Ronan is too busy collecting all the matches he can find to bother with checking his phone. His plan is this:

1. Gather flammable material
2. Burn down Fear's temple
3. Walk away casually and pretend that it wasn't him

After all, someone has to prove to the gods that the humans aren't to be fucked with, and if that falls to Ronan's hands, well- destruction is something he's good at. He's ignored the appearance of new graves, after checking to ensure that Adam and Noah weren't buried, and hasn't been paying much attention to who has been unearthed. Nobody else really matters, after all- and if they do, then they'd have enough friends that other people would probably take point in saving them. All in all, not Ronan Lynch's problem.

Which is why Gansey's voice startles him the way that it does.

Ronan doesn't outwardly seem shocked, except for a marginal widening of his eyes, but he does move into action quickly, hefting his baseball bat over his shoulders and approaching Gansey and the fucked-up cat with a careful sort of step. No sense in enraging a monster when he's not even quite sure what it can do, especially if Gansey (Jesus shit, Gansey) is still in danger.]

I've got you.

[His tone is nonchalant, which is almost comical given the state of things- underground hellcave, demonic magical cat monster, seeing Gansey again when Ronan was sure that he'd be gone forever... Nevertheless, he keeps his calm, remains resolute and quiet, even as the cat stalks closer toward them both.

From somewhere above them, Chainsaw lets out a pleased, grating caw. It's dangerous, this is dangerous, but Ronan can't help the slightest upturn in the corner of his mouth when he speaks again.]

I'm gonna hit it. We split up, I meet you at that spire as soon as I lose it.

[As plans go, 'hit the thing and then run' is probably one of the oldest ones in the book. But it's effective and, as far as Ronan can tell, probably one of their only options right now.]

Wow.

[That is definitely the unmistakable sound of a Maliwan SMG. Rhys generally is not the sort of person to wander toward the gunfire and sounds of burning flesh, but it's been so long since he's last heard gunfire and the sizzle of elementally-fried meat that curiosity ultimately gets the better of him.

Her face is not immediately recognizable, if only because Rhys has only seen it on Wanted posters and a propaganda video here and there, but the tattoos definitely are.

And she's in trouble.

This really, really just goes to show that curiosity is not a trait that Rhys needs to be grooming.

He's not very well equipped to handle any sort of encounter with monsters, regardless of how many Rakk Hives he's brutally murdered with missile arrays (read: one) or skags he's mercilessly slaughtered on the hood of his car (read: also one), but she's got no ammo, and maybe if he helps out then- well, he doesn't know. She won't phaseblast him at the first glance of the Hyperion logo on his vest?]

Uh- hey!

[Wow, this is a bad idea. The coeurls turn their heads toward him, momentarily distracted by the sudden noise.

Yeah. Really bad idea.]

Over here... [His tone starts out loud, trying to get their attention, and slowly tapers off as he realizes just how awful this idea is. Rhys is not a hero. He does not have a saving people thing. And really, considering how badly Handsome Jack wants this chick dead, he probably should have just let the cat things eat her.]

-uh, you can kill them now, please.

Oh, don't be so dramatic, Bob. It's just a cat.

[ One might think scolding Bob for being dramatic means whatever Linda says next is going to be very undramatic but.

One would be wrong. ]

I can't just run away. She's my baby now. My leading lady in the future Broadway hit Showcats - - it's like Showgirls but with cats.

She's gonna be a STAAAAAARRR~~~~

[ She belts out the last word with her best vibrato, flinging her arms out -- you guessed it -- dramatically.

The coeurl doesn't seem impressed. ]

Edited 2016-01-21 23:36 (UTC)

Oh fuck off.

[Chunks of the ground rise up around the Demon's feet and go sailing right at that cocky fucker's face. Hope your perch is secure.]

[Rhys, on the other hand, only registers to her as a weedy, obnoxiously-dressed idiot yelling across the way. But she raises her head at his voice right along with the coeurls (it’d probably be a funny sight if the whole dying thing weren’t an issue) and the situation immediately clicks into place: this guy has bought her at least another eight seconds. Ten if he doesn't die. ~~Maybe eleven if the coeurls go for the robo-bits first.~~

Lilith doesn't miss a beat. As the big cats' strides pick up pace, she rifles through every pocket she's got, growing increasingly frantic, until--] Ha!

[Lucky break. Lilith pulls the pin out of the very last grenade she's got on her, hurls it at the closer of the two monsters, and phases with a flash of blinding light into seeming nonexistence.]

»» BURIED ALIVE.
[Darkness.

Even with his enhanced sight there's nothing but darkness to be found when Cyril opens his eyes. At first, he can't be sure he's even opened his eyes. But after feeling himself blink a couple times he has, indeed, opened his eyes.

Has he gone blind?

He tries to move his hand up in front of his face, even in the dark he should be able to make out a shadow, but he can't lift it very far. It hits what feels like wood. Granules filter down onto his face, causing him to huff.]

What the hell?

[Doing his best to keep his calm he inhales deeply, the scent of dirt fills his nostrils.

Buried, he's been buried.

Okay. It's not the first time he's been buried, his rebirth included that much, but why would he be buried again?

He shifts a bit so he can get a good angle to kick and punch at the wood above him, it's like punching stone. More dirt filters down onto him, frustrating him. Even with his enhanced strength he can't seem to break the box.

It's then that panic begins to rise. He can't suffocate, he's already dead. But he could starve and that's almost as bad as dying.]

»» PEEVED.
[Today has certainly been a day.

Cyril isn't the sort with easy to push buttons, he's usually pretty laid back. But today is certainly doing it's best to get under his skin. He's stubbed his toe more time than he can recall. He's hit his shins on just about anything shin height. He almost put his own eye out at one point when he misjudged the weight of something he tried to pick up.

It's like today is out to get him.

And then he hears something that truly grates on his nerves. A small sound that most people without enhanced sense would easily ignore but he can't tune it out. It's there, impossible to ignore.

He's finally had enough and he snaps at the source of the noise.]

Would you stop that? That... That sound!

»» WILDCARD.
[I'm up for just about anything so hit me.]

Here they come! [...is what she shouts at Rhys a moment later, but he's forgiven if he can't hear it over Lilith's flash-bang of a return from her phasewalk. He might feel a prickle of static electricity: she's reappeared far enough away that it won't really hurt him, though she's still got to be close enough to get them both the hell out of there. These things are pretty fast, and one's got a bomb stuck in its fur now.]

Hey, hero! [Still running, she hooks him by the elbow and keeps right on going.] Hit the dirt!

[It's only when she's virtually tackling him that she acknowledges the Hyperion logo on Rhys' chest. But she doesn't know all that much more about Hyperion than anybody else on the planet, except maybe their guns are pretty good when she can get 'em. She's just one of four off-world thrillseekers hunting down a Vault, after all, right?

Boy, is this going to be a fun conversation when it comes up. If it comes up.

The explosion's deafening, and the force of the blast knocks Lilith head over heels.]

magic cats
not the best welcoming committee

[ Hannah cries when she finds herself in the arena.

She cries because she's lost and afraid, and because there's something like a nightmare lingering at the edge of her mind -- something terrible that she can't quite place. Hunger claws at her like a beast, so fierce that her stomach aches and she gags and wretches but there's nothing but bile.

She's shaking when she finally staggers to her feet and makes her way out into the streets. Everything here is strange and unfamiliar, and for a while she entertains the idea that she really is dreaming.

But soon a low growl up ahead startles her into a sort of hyperaware state that makes her forget how hungry and weak and confused she is. When the cat stalks into view Hannah freezes on the spot. There's something familiar about this, facing a creature that shouldn't exist, and she doesn't like it.

She turns and runs as fast she can, throwing glances over her shoulder, until she collides with someone. She clings to them but doesn't face them yet, still frantically watching for the cat. ]

We have to--

[ Her voice is hoarse and cracks from disuse so she tries smaller words, ones that are easier on her aching throat. ]

Go! Run!

[It's a graveyard, at least, it might as well be with the piles of freshly turned dirt around him.

He can hear a voice, faint. Screaming.

He turns in a circle, trying desperately to hone in on the source.

Close your eyes. Calm yourself. Listen. He remembers the instructions he'd been given when he'd first awakened. When his sense had overwhelmed him.

There!

He moves quickly toward the source of the sound. It's louder, panicked screaming and a panicked heartbeat.

Without a shovel it takes longer to dig away the dirt.]

I've got you! Just hold on, I'll get you out! [He doesn't know if he can be heard but that doesn't stop him from yelling.]

[It's rather....gizmo-like, he decides, head twisting until it's tilted the other way instead, frowning a little, mostly in the eyes. Griffin frowns are actually quite expressive for creatures with beaks.]

Kit.

[This is almost an afterthought, a beat too late to be polite, voice a bit distant. WIth a great deal more focus and a deep, quiet reluctance, he adds:]

...you haven't heard of a man named Roland Chesny, have you? Pilgrim Parties?

[If he's ended up in that world, somehow - well, he doesn't know exactly how bad that would be, but he suspects the answer is some order of 'extremely.']

[ Julia tried to be conservative with her air. In one hand, she was mentally aware of how much time she potentially had. Some quick mental sizings of her box and she made a rough estimate of the volume of air she might have. The problem(s) with that? They were rough estimates. She didn't know how much she wasted screaming when she first woke up. She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping there. She didn't know how long she'd been awake there.

So her irrational mind said to take those doubts and run with them. Run to the hills and don't stop until your lungs give out. Probably literally.

She managed for an in-between. Screaming punctuated by silence. Because she did have to hope she would be found. Hope was all but dead in her, but the theory of it could her up.

So was that theory fucking with her mind now? Or did she just hear something?

She paused. More something. Scraping? She thought a voice before, but nothing again. It was too soon to yell again, but the scraping continued. ]

Are you there? [ She called finally, mentally cursing herself with every word in the book if she'd wasted air on nothing. Scraping. Scraping. More scraping. Was she losing her mind? Again? ]

[ Gansey doesn't know her. This is a land full of strangers, and stranger things. He still can't get his head around it, how the cave is even holding itself together and where the light is coming from.

The cats are a different matter. They, clearly, are a problem, and there's far more of them than he thought at first. He sees the woman right as she's making a critical mistake, and he doesn't think before pushing her hand aside. ]

No! Don't. They're not what they seem.

[ He looks at her, removing his hand, and then pointedly backing off. ]

Please. Come away from it before it hurts you.

[ Dangerous? ]

Dangerous like a car? Or dangerous like a pedophile? [ One was an everyday tool. One was a monster in disguise. She'd let him puzzle it out.

The cat reminded her of her one at home. Not an earth-cat. Much too large. A cat-mount she had once had. Thrown her once too. Hurt like a bitch. Cats' other name might as well be roses. Beautiful but prickly as fuck.

This one flicked it's tail. Once. Twice.

Julia sighed, pulling back her sleeves and twisting her fingers into position for a spell. ]

It is going to attack. I suggest you stand behind me.

[The voice is a little louder now. It spurs Cyril on.]

I'm here! Just hold on. I'll have you out soon. [He responds, yells even. Then adds more quietly,] Soonish. [Even with his enhanced strength and speed he can only dig so fast.

Yet he continues. Hands bloody and raw but that doesn't stop him. They heal almost as quickly as any damage is done, anyway.

Just a few more feet, he tells himself. Certainly she can't be that much deeper.]

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[ That is not what Gansey expected.

But then, why not? No, of course there'd be a talking eagle. He was buried alive, a psychic cat just threw him halfway across an improbable cave, and now there's a talking eagle. ]

Look, be careful. It has some sort of -

[ Psychic blast, he was about to say, but the bird's roar neatly cuts that off. It's enough to startle Gansey into backtracking, but at least the bird is on his side.

The cat, by contrast, seems to take it as a challenge. The temperature around them suddenly drops, and Gansey decides they don't need to see whatever that means. ]

I think we've outstayed our welcome. Quickly!

[ He heads for the spire, in the absence of seeing anywhere else to go. He has no idea what's inside, but on balance, it has to be better than here. ]

Edited 2016-01-22 03:30 (UTC)

scenario 2.

[it's not the first time that cliff's woken up somewhere strange with no memory of how he got there (and had to call his mom to come get him, wherever he was, typically) but it is the first time he's woken up somewhere dark and totally enclosed.

not gonna lie, he freaks out a little. especially once he figures out that he's apparently been fucking buried alive , what the fuck?

he claws uselessly at the lid of his box, swearing the whole time, before figuring out this might be one of the few instances where turning into a wolf at the problem could actually help.

anyone up on the surface searching for people to dig up might hear the howling of a wolf instead of a human, and the scrabbling of claws against wood. sure, it's not what you were expecting to find when you set out on your little digging expedition but the poor creature sounds pretty frantic, you might want to help it out.]

scenario 3.

[this whole place is shitty and annoying and cliff is almost certain that he can find some way to blame his being stuck here on oscar when he finally finds him.

crazy shit was always oscar's fault, and this was coming from the teenager who turned into a giant wolf.

he stalks through the streets, hating everything and everyone he sees, hood pulled up over his head to avoid meeting anybody's eyes and anger simmering just below the surface of his skin, only waiting for an excuse to be released.

then someone passes by too close and bumps shoulders with him accidentally and clifford gets his chance.]

Don't fucking touch me!

[ Gansey doesn't register that it's Noah. He isn't finished being grateful for the knife when the boy's form vanishes, and then his eyes widen with shock. Noah, with a knife? When did that happen?

Before he can react with anything more than widening eyes, Noah is pulling him away. He goes, half out of shock, and takes a very firm grip of that hand. A look thrown over his shoulder tells him that the cat is in pain, but still struggling after them. It's also still spitting electricity, which finally makes him put energy into running. He catches Noah quickly, eyes full of intensity. ]

Noah, where are we going? Where did you get a knife?

[ And when did he start fighting cat monsters, actually, because he'd done that with some proficiency. Gansey can't believe this is the same friend who won't even enter Cabeswater half the time.

He'll ask later. Right now, he's too busy being grateful for the save. ]

[Kit fluffs up behind him, in the way that birds do when they're flustered. He hasn't run away from anything since - well, since Scales saved him from the Arena in Costamaret, as much as he doesn't want to think about that. And this kid giving him orders. (Not that he's actually any older. But he's the second oldest of seven siblings, and not at all used to be bossed around rather than the bossee, even incidentally in emergencies.]

I could handle it!

[Defensively squawked. But he doesn't actually want to kill the thing if he doesn't have to, and it's not like there's anything right here worth staying for. He sends up a bright hot wall of magefire in between them and the smaller monster, then follows Gansey with the sort of feline saunter that says 'I was going this way anyway, it's nothing to do with you,' but, due to his size, is still quite fast.]

Edited 2016-01-22 03:47 (UTC)

[ It's a long time before Gansey hears any sound that doesn't come from him. He knows, logically, that there's no way he'll break through this lid. It's too solid, too heavy. The thought that he may actually have been buried won't go away. He tries, over and over again, to tell himself that it's a dream, but if that's true, it's one he's stuck in.

After a while, he stops shouting. There's no point to it. No one can hear, and all it's likely doing is using his air up faster.

Despite that, every few minutes, he tries again. He calls once, twice, and then gives up until it gets too much. His fingers, bleeding, claw against the lid. How long does he have? What will it feel like, to die in here? He knows it's coming. He knows -

And then there's a voice. His own call cuts off and he listens again. He doesn't recognize it, warped as it is through layers of soil and wood. But it's a voice. There's a scramble while he pushes at the lid again, shoving up and up -

Until finally, something creaks, and comes loose. Enough soil has been cleared away for him to force it up, and then he's grabbing onto anything he can to pull himself out. Soil, rock, broken wood. It doesn't matter. If it's there, he's making a handhold from it. He scrambles out into the air, desperate to leave the box behind. His ears are still ringing.

But he's free. He drops his face into his hand, pushing sweat back from it and smearing it with soil at the same time. He doesn't even care; he's free.

And then he looks up, for his rescuer, and sees Adam Parrish standing above him. Disbelief slackens his jaw, and relief replaces it almost as fast. ]

Adam. Thank Christ, I've never been so glad...

[ He reaches up. ]

Please get me out of here.

Ronan?!

[ Jesus Christ, it's all of them. He would walk around the next corner and Blue would be there waiting for him.

Ronan Lynch has a remarkably casual way of facing off against a monster. It's the same determination he wore when they fought off his night terror together. It had been strange to the point of jarring to see Noah fighting off a monster, but on Ronan, this look is almost normal.

Thank God he's here. Gansey just wishes they weren't here. ]

All right. [ The cat swings between them as they talk, hissing with a charge that's literally electric. The only selling point to all this is that it now seems torn between the two of them. ] It's powerful. Don't let it touch you.

[ He steps back, and bends to heft a rock from the cave floor. As weapons go, it's not great, but it's better than nothing. And this thing looks likely to give chase. He nods to Ronan, waiting for his strike. ]

[ The bird can talk, roar, and apparently shoot fire. If this is a dream, it's a good one.

If it's not, then this place is truly remarkable. Gansey shouldn't be thinking about that now, and it's not at the forefront of his mind. It will be, though. Once he's safe, once the danger's gone. Once they're away from the cat, which looks likely to give chase. ]

That doesn't mean I want it dead! I only wanted to escape.

[ The spire isn't all that well preserved, as it turns out. Gansey glances back over his shoulder towards the cat. Christ, maybe he was wrong. Maybe he should've just let the eagle kill it. ]

Are these things safe? [ The spires, he means, not the tentacled cat monsters. ]

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TEST DRIVE MEME #5

harry mason | silent hill

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Julia Wicker ( the Magicians )

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we're a tiny bit sorry

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HI RHYSIE.... 1/2

Cyril Thackary | Original

2/2 SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER

Hannah Washington / Until Dawn / spoilers imminent

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clifford norman | wilde life

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