TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[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 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?]

Comments

[ichaer]

And it shall be our deaths to offer our backs to a creature capable of magic. It'll tire of playing cat and mouse with us eventually and take us down another way.

[ she narrows a look on the creature, watching for signs and signals that ciri has recognized through her last few fights as attack patterns. after all, this isn't the first one she's seen today and it certainly won't be the last she kills either. these things are nothing compared to the wild hunt. ]

And I'd honestly rather avoid being impaled a large chunk of ice or struck down with lightning. It would certainly sour this first meeting of ours, I believe. [ reaching down at her belt, she pulls her dagger free and holds it back to the other woman. ] Yet if you still believe it wise to run, then run and I shall hold it back. Take the dagger for your own safety.

[ if hannah takes the dagger or not, ciri quickly turns back and focuses on the monster nevertheless. she watches it's fur raise on end and feels that familiar drop of pressure in the air. there's the lightning, she thinks and takes off to put distance between her and the other woman. each strike nips at her heels, the booms almost deafening but it's left the creature open during its casting and she'll take advantage of it.

for her, each step is like a part of a dance and she gets up at the creature with nimble steps while avoiding it's powerful blasts of lightning. she's breathless but pushes forward until her blade finds purchase and cuts upward into the beast's neck. it doesn't kill it instantly but it doesn't have much time and nor do they because it's hard ignore the loud growls seemingly raising up from every corner.

well, shit. ]