test drive meme # 26

[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 November 24th, and apps are open December 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: SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL
[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.

This time, the monsters are a bit more transparent, as the Door will bring in a few skeletons! Skeletons often accompany the fear of death and can such be found as entry-level monsters in many different stories and games of all kinds.

Skeletons are well... skeletons.... but they move around like they're still alive. Some of them use weapons to make you fear death by killing you, which is cool for them I suppose. They're not particularly smart and they can be tricked very easily, but once they hone in on a victim they won't rest until they make everyone else just as dead as they are.]

D E L I G H T / L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: SQUAD GOALS
[Hey, look to the guy or gal to the left or right side of you. Did you guys just become best friends?
I think you did! For the next little while, you find yourself entering into these odd platonic relationships you'd never considered before. That guy who you kind of awkwardly made eye contact with at the grocery store last week? Best friends! The lady who's friends with your roommate's sister? Inseparable pals!

This event, based off of our recent event of the same name inspires you and all your weird facebook acquaintances to suddenly feel like you're best buds. You guys will share everything together, do everything together, and just generally think the world of one another. Enjoy your new and beautiful friendship!]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO THREE: INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS
[You know that voice deep in the back of your head that you generally ignore? You know, the one that tells you that you're stupid or worthless or that you should push that old lady into traffic? Well, usually you ignore them- we know you do, because you're a decent person who doesn't experience that kind of self doubt.

Now, though, all those little voices seem to have some merit. You're not sure why, but suddenly just giving into your weirdest impulses sounds like a good idea. You'll have to fight even harder to ignore them, particularly the ones that tell you to do something. What would that guy do if you just up and punched him in the face? What about if you just broke that chick's window? You'll have to find out!

Alternatively, all those thoughts about how lame you are and how you'll never succeed at anything are a bit more believable too. Hopefully you don't have too many of those- but hey, if you do then you can always drown your sorrows away at the local bar!]

Comments

Stan Uris ( It 2017)

[stantheman]

( Scenario One )

[ Stan really wishes he had met his life quota for weird shit happening to him. His first thought upon seeing the skeletons is, of course, this can't be real. It doesn't fit into his natural view of the world and existence, therefore he instantly tries to minimize it into his imagination.

This doesn't work well. It never does because no matter how improbable the unnatural stuff... it is very often turning out to be very, very real.

The fear that's welling inside of him, building up like a pressure cooker is hard to ignore -- if only because he's certain it's about to explode. ]

Shit.

[ And like the brilliant person he is, he just stares at the skeleton coming toward him, his feet cemented to the ground when he's sure he's telling them to start running. ]

( Scenario Three ) cw: mild suicide ideation

[ Stan's head is usually a very well-regulated and compartmentalized place. He carefully tucks away his sad thoughts, his angry thoughts, his fears and anything that makes it difficult to just get through another day (just the way he tends to do things in the physical world too). But that's all a mess right now and he's not sure why an innocent walk has turned his brain in the darkest of directions.

He keeps his heads shoved down in his pockets as he walks. What used to be his own voice telling him things is now It sometimes. It telling him that it's all quite useless and that no matter what he does that will never change.

At some point in the melancholic gaze he sits down somewhere, thoughts of jumping into traffic and off bridges floating through his head unbidden and the slight urge to do something so reckless and see what happens, but instead he pulls his hands out of his pockets, curling his fingers into tight fists and keeps himself planted in the seat.

This will pass even if he has to wrangle his entire consciousness into a box in the back of his head.

From the outside, he looks a bit distressed, tense and his face a mix of emotions that vary widely from afraid to sad to concerned. ]

( Wildcard )

[ Open to anything else you want to through my way! Up for doing something with Scenario Two, just didn't have any ideas to start off with, so feel free to plot or just shoot me something. Will match tenses/styles. ]

Three

[all_about_that_bass]

[Shin is wandering around, wrestling with his own thoughts of problems back home. But, eh. He's survived years with it. This is nothing particularly new.

He does miss Hachi, though. And even Nobu, and Yasu, and Nana.

Man, how does he get home from a place like this, anyway?

But his reveries are interrupted as he passes by Stan. Somebody looks way worse off than he does. So he stops and walks up to him.]

Hey, are you okay?

Jennings | OC (Some world info inside journal)

[timememorial]

[Two]

Hey, do me a favor will you, Champ? Hold this.

[The man standing next to you, rather conspicuously dressed in a tailored suit and matching hat, is holding out nothing short of a chick , one peeping in clear indignation about the way it is being offered to a stranger. This small puff of a creature may seem more self-aware than the average poultry.]

Save your breath, brother, i've had to carry you all day. You'll be fine with.... [A pause before it dawns on him that he actually doesn't know your name. Which is strange given he'd normally not leave his brother with anyone he didn't hold in the highest regard...

...which was essentially no one.

Oh no. Not again.]

...My apologies but what's your name?

[Three]

[What you might see for just the briefest of moments is a well-dressed man with a chick sitting on the brim of his trilby hat. And you might catch a glimpse of the man ever so elegantly swinging a golden pocket watch. Swinging it back, forth, back, before suddenly swinging it in a violent jerk so it comes around and strikes himself in the head.

And then he's gone. In his entirety.

If you look for him, you might not spot him right away because now he's standing behind you, smirking playfully]

Boo!

two;

[nobleheart]

Aelinore, good ser.

[She laughs softly, in pleasant surprise, as she takes the chick into her delicate hands with great care.]

My, my. Brother, you say? [She thinks it's just the chick's name.] How adorable he is. And so vocal! Why, it almost seems as though he speaks to you in turn!

mary, queen of scots / reign

[virginals]

fear/ armies surround us waiting for dark

( The nights where sleep comes are rare and tinged with nightmares. Flashes of swords, trees, blood. Francis gasping his last breath and Delphine's healing touch.

Her visions have too many faces to be this, and the crunch of dirt underfoot feels all too real for the horrors she's been reliving. Mary's hands run over the loose fabric of her nightdress, stained with soil instead of her husband's blood, swallowing air in desperate gulps as the uncertainty clings to her lungs, a tight devil's claw restricting her breathing.

A kidnapping attempt? As she forces air down into her lungs, her head starts to clear a little. Abducting a mourning monarch would be a wildly unpopular move, yet there's been nary a time where her own personal guard would be down more. The security at the castle, however. It seems unlikely, but so many things do.

So many things, just like the skeletons shambling their way towards her, their rattling bones and cracked skulls like something from a nightmare, some sort of heathen magic.

Is this her punishment, for demanding those extra days with Francis? Was losing him not enough? )

Leave me be!

( But they don't. They've no ears to hear with. Only a thirst for blood. )

delight & love/ wearing their iron masks like a shield

( For all the things that have sought to ruin her life - and believe her, there have been many - Mary can take solace in several things. Her faith, and the good people she has met during her life. Her ladies in waiting, despite all the trials which have befallen them in French court, Francis - God may his soul find the peace it deserves - and his brother Bash. All these relationships which have fluctuated and changed, but been filled with a special kind of love and devotion, if only for a short time.

And now here, in this Godless city with its horrors and skeletons, she's managed to find a small piece of that comfort with others trapped in that same situation. Mary finds a space in the park to sit, skirts flaring out underneath her as she offers the first smile she has managed in quite a while, patting the ground next to her. )

Come! ( Her voice rings with happiness, as infectious as the expression on her face. ) You must tell me all about it!

fear

[lemontree]

[ Dany does not enter into the coliseum as a rule, but the monsters aren't always confined to its walls, either. Some follow their intended prey out through the tunnels, wandering into the outskirts of the city. This is what happens today, and though most of the fleshless beasts are disposed of quickly, she does notice a young woman, clearly distressed, who is being gradually cornered by one of them. ]

They won't hear you! [ She calls out, not yet approaching. The stranger seems paralyzed, though, as Dany herself had been when she arrived in Hadriel believing it to be a dream. Gathering her courage, the young queen moves swiftly forward, eyes locked on the skeleton as it shambles toward them. Without permission, she takes the other's hand and pulls her away, or tries, tugging Mary in the direction opposite. ]

If you come with me, I can get you to safety. [ She assures, brows drawn seriously. ]

Shinichi Okazaki | Nana

[all_about_that_bass]

((OOC: Shin is a prostitute and is underage. If you don't want him to hit on you, or want to opt out of any other specific thing, his permissions is over here. Thank you.))

[ FEAR ]

HOLY FUCKING GEEZ!

[Shin throws himself back from a skeleton as it takes a swing at him. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed. Big time.

Just where in Hell did he wake up.

...Ha. Hell. Okay, joke's over.]

This... This has got to be some horror movie set, right? RIGHT?!?

[Their manager would have told them about this, right? Jesus, he's so screwed. Time to run!

And he books it down a corridor. If you have a weapon as he runs by you, you might hear him yelp out a:]

Help, please!

[And, well, if you look as defenseless as he is, he'll scream out at you:]

RUUUUNNN!


[ DELIGHT/LOVE ]

Heeeeeyyy!

[Shin suddenly throws his arms around your shoulders.]

You know you're my best friend ever, right? Of course you do!

So can you do me a big favour? My cigarettes went missing, and I really need one. Help me, please?

[Because that's what friends do, right? They help each other out.]

delight/love

[puzzlingly]

...

「This has to be one of the weirdest thing ever, he knows he doesn't know this guy, he knows he is not his best friend, and yet... There he goes, smiling at him and all.」

Nope, you shouldn't smoke.

「It's for your own good, my dude!」

kat | alphas

[6weeksmax]

( fear )

Crap.

( this is the kind of thing kat typically remembers. there's never a hard reset or whatever of her brain, just a gradual, continuous loss of her life experiences, leaving her at juuust over a month of them. )

Shit. Ow.

( this? this is weird. she remembers fighting bad guys underneath grand central as the clock ticked on stanton parish's lightshow of a bomb. what a psycho, honestly. anyway, the point is she remembers all of that but not how she got here, and that's kind of a problem for someone who's used to depending on her short-term memory to survive.

she gets up and rubs her sore wrist, and there's a flash of movement at her side that triggers a reaction, purely based on muscle memory. she jumps back and into a tumble with a pro gymnast's grace, and she's on her feet again just as fast. was that you or a skeleton? a skeleton she'll hurt. you? probably not. )


( squad goals )

Dude, you totally need to try this. It's like a thing of grapes, right, but it tastes like pizza. Is that mindblowing or what!

( welcome to bffship with a tiny blond alpha girl who's pretty annoying on a normal day! )


( wildcard me )

HI THERE. HIIII. But ahh. He's from S2E1 So he doesn't know you yet Kat. I"M SORRY

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen had not expected to have food suddenly offered to him while walking down the street, and he pauses, blinking owlishly]

I'd be wary of the food you find here...

Goro Akechi | Persona 5 (BEWARE OF SPOILERS)

[afailedmurder]

[ DELIGHT/LOVE ]

[Finally, the help that Akechi needs to actually go out and make some dang friends! Too bad he only knows how to express friendship via stalking. Do you want to know how long he followed you before finally approaching? Let me just tell you, you don't. But hey, surely he's got something good to say to his new best buddy now that he's finally gotten around to saying hi, right?]

...Nice day today.

[Nailed it.]



[ SORROW ]

[As someone who recreationally dabbles in having a soul-crushing inferiority complex, Akechi doesn't need a whole lot of prodding to believe the worst of himself. But all those other, crazy little thoughts — and really, does everybody on the street actually need to be sane? — those are taking their toll.]

[So right now, he's found himself a quiet spot to drink coffee and people watching, but there's a darkness and intensity to his expression that really doesn't befit the activity. Anybody who stops to watch back migiht just see the glimmer of something crazy in this kid's eyes.]

delight/love!

[jocoeur]

( of course, akira didn't mind the tail he'd somehow acquired. why? because it's his bff akechi-kuuuun he spies in the edge of an eye, and he's happy to lead that bro of his around for as long as he wants.

when his buddy finally decides to say hello, akira turns sharply to face him, face blank, but two hot drinks in his hands, one of which he offers outwards. it's coffee... crummy as heck and also weak, but still. )

Not bad. ( he's making this look painfully easy. somewhere, the universe is yelling about unresolved issues but for some reason... that doesn't seem important right now in the least!
haha what was a bullet between friends! )

Here, for you.

Elizabeth | Persona 3/Persona Fightin Round the World (Arena)

[elevatoravatar]

Scenario 1

To some, a magical door bursting forth with the undead giving off a fear effect is a big deal, one that may define their life, or at least give them pause. For Elizabeth of the Velvet Room, even delinquent as she was in her duties, this was a Tuesday. A Tuesday that seemed to be far less boring than usual.

That being said the fear effect was odd, self preservation was never Elizabeth's forte, but her mind did go to the seal. Were these minions of Erebus? Were they trying to destroy the seal?

Well such thoughts quickly cycled through her mind as Thanatos appeared behind her, "Well, it seems the game is afoot and our fates are to the cards?"

Drawing her deck of cards she grinned darkly and looked at the monsters coming.

Scenario 3

Sorrow is another one of those alien things to Elizabeth, she has the capacity for it, but not much experience with it. Shy of loosing her guest it isn't something she really knows well, still suddenly the tiny voice in her head going on about how she wouldn't be able to save him, how Erebus would rip through the seal no matter how many times she killed it, was heard.

She was lost, and only had a bad understanding of humanity to go on, so she sat in a store with freezers, and 20 or so half gallons of ice cream around her eating them from the carton.

"Will this help? Is this the answer to this call of oblivion of my own?"

one.

[justmath]

Skeletons. Of course it's skeletons.

Tim is ... just not having a good time. He's been locked up in time prison for God only knows how long, has already gone a round with his fascist future self, doesn't have clue one as to where he is right now (well, no, that's not entirely true, it's not Gotham, so that's a clue), but he still can't even manage to be surprised that there are ambulatory skeletons about, looking to cause trouble.

All things considered, this is actually just another day in the life of Red Robin.

It's just too bad he doesn't have his staff anymore. At best, unless these skeletons can't take a punch, he's got a handful of batarangs to throw, and if it were just him, that would probably be fine - but there are civilians under attack here, and even if they do have weird and slightly menacing-looking companions, Tim's determined to save them. Elizabeth is the closest, so she's where he starts.

"Those wouldn't happen to be magic cards, would they?" Probably not - that would just be too easy.

will | stranger things | some s2 spoilers

[willthewise]

a. shake, rattle and roll

[ The thing is, when you're already having trouble telling apart reality from the things in your head, something like waking up somewhere unrecognisable and being confronted by a skeleton brings up the question, is this thing even here? Is he?

This is different from his flashes to the Upside Down though. It's not as cold. The fear is stiffening, but not all consuming, not freezing. That- That feeling... that overpowering, dark evil that stared him down, it isn't here. He hasn't been here before.

But this isn't home either, isn't Hawkins at all. Is he just dreaming? Is this real? The skeleton comes toward him, and Will remembers the advice from someone else who had bad dreams like this. He takes a breath. ] Stop. Go away... Go away, [ Will says firmly, but nothing happens except the skeleton comes closer, and swings it's long sword at him. Will jumps back, but not before the tip of the blade can slice through his sleeve, leaving behind a tear, a small thin cut on his arm, and a sharp stinging pain. That definitely felt real. That was real.

Will runs. He turns and sprints, not sure how far the creature is behind him, but not stopping until he sees a small hiding space under some of the Colosseum's steps. Think, Will, think. If this were a D&D game... Cast Turn Undead... destroy them. This isn't a D&D game though.

Before he can think much to do anything though, he spots somebody else in the skeleton's path. Maybe they know of the skeleton's presence, maybe they don't. Either way, Will is coming from behind his hiding place and throwing a heavy rock at the skeleton, drawing its attention away. ]

Hey! HEY! [ For a pretty shy and quiet kid most of the time, he can yell when he wants to. ] I'm - I'm here! Don't you want to finish what you started?

b. wildcard

[ Catch him drawing by the lake or in the park, exploring the shops, looking round the library or whatever else you can think up. ]

a

[strayblade]

[she's not going to find any of the answers that she' looking for here, naoto's already determined that. but what she does find is familiar enough - chaos, fear, too many enemies to handle and too many people to protect. because that's what naoto wants to be, even if she's not sure what else she is.

her blade is too sharp to be stopped by bones - it's made for killing worse monsters than these. but some of the skeletons have weapons of their own, and there are so many that she doesn't see the one coming up behind her.

a child's voice isn't something that she'll miss though. naoto looks in the direction of it, eyes going wide when the skeleton turns back in his direction.]

Wait! No! [naoto runs, vaulting herself from a rock and gripping her katana tight. she swings it down at the skeleton from above, her boots barely touching its shoulders before it crumbles underneath them. but she's only looking at will, looking for any more that might approach him.] You should run, I'll hold them!

Beast Boy | Teen Titans

[thebeastwithout]

[scenario one]
[Today, like every other day, Beast Boy has slept in late. Today, like every other day, Beast Boy has slept so late that he's missed several calls for an emergency downtown - Control Freak has possessed all the ATMs or something boring like that - or maybe he just dreamed this? Today, like every other day, one of his teammates has finally dragged him out of bed with a thud.

Beast Boy groans when he hits the ground and blearily blinks himself awake.]

Yeah, yeah... I'm [yawwwn] up...

[Today, not like every other day, he blinks at the face of the skeleton leering down at him.]

Yo!

[He rockets backwards twenty feet.]

Not cool, Raven! Just 'cause I got ketchup on your cape - and then mixed up the bleach with the detergent - and then kinda turned it purply-pink-white - and then tried to hide it under your bed and tell you that it just looked that way 'cause of the sun doesn't mean you get to sneak in my room and make weird... skeleton things.

[The skeleton attempts to decapitate him.]

What the -- Dude.

[The skeleton continues to attempt to decapitate him.]

You, uh -- You look great in purply-pink-white! It can totally be your new thi -- Yikes.

[Beast Boy skedaddles, screaming in a slightly high-pitched voice as he goes.]

[scenario two]
Dude. Dude.

[Beast Boy turns to the person on the street next to him and repeats this word with a sappy grin until it no longer sounds like a word.]

Dude.

Dude, you have the sickest jacket. Where'd you get it?

b; cw: drug use. also, hi 8D

[hasitsthorns]

[ It's a good thing Rose is stoned out of her mind right now. Which, y'know, fits the motif she's got going on with her marijuana leaf-print jacket.

It's a bit surreal to be looking at Beast Boy's face, after all this time. Seeing no recognition in it, just like (the new) Newt's. Not him too. Thanks to being high as a kite, however, the bitter sadness at that realization is dulled. She's able to smile back at him a bit easier.

It's also possibly the god's influence, making her feel friendly to him just as she had rather than truly sad. Hard to say. ]

It was, uh. Given to us, by one of the gods. Pretty sweet deal, if you ask me.

Hawke | Dragon Age series

[questionablewit]

[Fear]

[Hawke emerges fighting. She shakes her head a moment as though disoriented, misjudges a step and falters, then steadies herself; it's obvious she's been involved in some terrific battle already, considering the number of wounds on her. She moves as though injured, but is clearly still formidable, and barely pauses for a breath before taking on these new opponents.]

Damned...blighted...bones...no fair, not having any flesh to stab...

[She lets out some sort of battle cry as she aims low, with bashing rather than slashing motions, trying to knock them off their feet and preferably break their legs off at the knee. It slows them down enough to keep her from getting overwhelmed. Clearly, she's done this before. A lot.

Next to her, a gigantic hound snarls, bulldozing himself into multiple skeletons at once with enough strength to ensure that they topple, and then running over the bones and crushing them under his feet. He resists biting in favor of using his sheer bulk to overwhelm. Clearly, he's done this before too.]

[Delight/Love]

[It's a pity Delight's Bar is a ruin; by all accounts it was a good place to be, before it got wrecked. Still, there are other places to spend a companionable hour or three drinking in company, and it hasn't taken Hawke long to find them, or to make some new friends. One in particular. It's a little surprising how well they're getting along, but probably that's just the alcohol.

At any rate, she's laughing and telling stories between drinks.]

--and he just said Oh, he's the Viscount's son, didn't you know? Convinced the bastard that the poor kid was actually the Viscount's lovechild by an elven mistress, and the slaver believed every word, no matter how over the top and improbable it was. Couldn't hand over the boy fast enough. It was priceless.

[Sorrow]

[Hawke hates living underground. Parks and rivers and the lake help, as does the light, but not enough. It doesn't matter how high the ceiling is, she always feels trapped. It reminds her much too much of the Deep Roads, especially the tunnels.

So she spends a lot of time in the more 'outdoors'y areas of the city. At the moment she's lying on her back, absently rubbing Teo's ears as he lies stretched alongside her, and staring up--far, far up--at the ceiling.]

Anyone ever climbed up there?

Sorrow

[utulien_aure]

I've been considering it for some time, but other things came up.

Mary Spencer | Trinity Blood

[bloodythorns]

Fear

[ For a woman whose called herself "queen of the dead" she's almost caught off guard by the skeletons drawing near her. With a saber in one hand and a gun in another she looks fitted to deal with them. In fact she manages to cut some down and shoot the heads off others.

They are still skeletons so they keep shambling after her. Between the larger numbers and uncertainty she's starting to look less like a fighter and more like a cornered animal. ]

Dammit. Where are they all coming from?

[ She's certainly between a rock and a hard place. ]

Sorrow

[ Mary always knew she had been hated. If fate ever decided to grow cold towards anyone she was positive she was near the top of that list. Everything she'd worked for taken away. All of her plans were in ruins and now she had nothing. Not even her men were here to follow her.

It drives her to wander aimlessly, half of a cigarette in the corner of her mouth. Normally she takes pride in her looks but she looks in shambles, hair lazily and partly pulled into a ponytail, shirt left partly unbuttoned and dark circles under her eyes.

Lost in her own thoughts she's prone to bumping into anyone else out. ]

My apologies. I didn't notice you.

fear!

[jocoeur]

( a blur of black comes in suddenly, a few skeletons falling in the wake of it. joker had been waiting for this month's monly invasion of monsters. skeletons seemed a bit simple considering some of the creatures he'd seen come through, but the ease at which they seemed to fall was welcome.

too bad there were just so many of them. a quick look has him mask to face with a woman, while he's still crouched at the ready. ) Don't let them corner you— let's find the higher ground.

ryuji sakamoto (persona 5)

[ryuji]

a: skulletons (or something like that)

[Looking over his shoulder to his left, and his right, this has to be the end of the world. The zombie apocalypse has finally descended down upon all of civilization, and his biggest regret is not reading that survival book his best friend bought him for his birthday as a gag gift. Which turns out, more or less, to be a gag on the merits of the fact that it was a book and not the actual subject matter it contained. Because that might have been a little useful now, as he tries to keep absolutely unnoticeable in the midst of a crowd of skeletons, walking in an army forward. One of these is not like the others.

Ryuji bites down on the inside of his lip, making a small movement to tug down on his skull mask. The bony amigo next to him turns and gapes his jaw open, signalling something to Ryuji. Is that a question? Is he asking him how his day was? Hah, typical skeleton office politics. Just another day in the army of the undead, hanging around the water cooler.]

Uh. Yeah. I totally get what you're saying, but I'm gonna be real here for a minute and let you know that your armor looks super freakin' sweet today.

[They're really not all that into conversation. Which is probably for the best. Ryuji's got a pit at his stomach. You know, actual, living, breathing organs that are totally not fit for his skeleton qualifications. He probably lied on the resume.

But dear god, he hopes someone saves him from this mess.]

b: ooh woo, i'm a rebel just for kicks, now. let me kick it like it's 1986, now

[His mom would be so upset with him right now, but he doesn't care about that so much. This is ride or die for his newfound gangmates. A hooligan at heart, he unbuttons the top loop of his jacket and slings it over the back of the nearby chair. He doesn't quite know how to place his finger on it, but these people feel closer to him than anyone he's ever known. He could've sworn that he had other friends, but the more he thinks about it, the more obtuse the image becomes. Oh well. He slicks up his blond hair with a quick tussle backwards, getting the chunky spikes primed and looking as menacing as ever.

(Or not. Ryuji is anything but intimidating.)

Ryuji's never played pool in his life, but here he is, holding a cue stick in his hand and aiming to make the first break. This table looks rickety as hell and about to break at any moment, but Ryuji leans over it and aims.

What the hell is going on?]

Dude. Watch me make this trick shot.

c: you're garbage, ryuji sakamoto

[CW: this one contains references to child abuse]


[Ryuji has to duck into a nearby side alley, because if he keeps going like this, he's going to do one one of two things: snap and last out violently, or start to break down and cry uncontrollably. Neither one of those things are beneficial to being around people, and as he feels air draw upward into his lungs, the same, familiar voice of his father fills his head.

You and your mother are both pieces of shit. Both of you!

Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you. Are you listening to me? I'd be so much better off if you were never even born.

Another C-? Are you that goddamn stupid? What's the point of going to school if you're just gonna embarrass me like that. Don't you care!?

Hey, kid. You know I don't mean to be hard on you, right? My old man was the same way with me (hiccup)- you still running track?

And then Kamoshida's voice, distinct, but the same as his dad's.

What is this? You hit me? Heh. You're gonna pay for that, Sakamoto.

Ryuji's heart is threatening to beat right out of his chest. The voices come in waves, and he slumps down against the nearby wall, clutching his head and his ears, trying to tune that all out. His legs kick down against the ground, furiously, not even caring that his leg is hurting now more than it had in years.

He knows he's worthless- he doesn't have to relive those memories.]

d: wildcard option!

[Have something in mind? Let's do it!]

a!

[jocoeur]

( there's an explosion of bones somewhere nearby, as— ) Arsène! ( appears with a sweeping attack.
yearn no more ryuji, your liberator has arrived! working for the skeleton army doesn't seem to be the best career path— and you guys clearly should have unionized.

the persona makes short work of a few bony jabronis, making a path for joker to make his entrance through. there's a grin on his face, as the summon disappears behind him. )

Friends of yours?

( now is the perfect time for shitty jokes. )

naoto fuyumine | dogs: bullets & carnage

[strayblade]

fear:

[this isn't the underground that she knows, these aren't the enemies that naoto is used to fighting. but as long as there is a blade in her hand and someone to protect, naoto will do exactly that - fight.

today she's fighting skeletons instead of dog soldiers, and she isn't sure if it's more unsettling to fight something that wears a mask or something that wears nothing. but they do have one thing in common - they're not alive. there's a voice in her head that reminds her to not hold back, and it sounds a lot like heine's.

she scatters bones with her katana before swinging the blade up to block a swinging sword.]

Where are they coming from!

delight/love:

[she doesn't smile very often. there hasn't been a lot in her life (what she can remember of it) to smile about. just about everyone that naoto knows could say the same. but she's smiling now, and there's even a touch of color on her cheeks. she's clearly very fond of the person that she's looking at.

so what if you just met. naoto seems perfectly content to listen to your stories or watch your displays. what are friends for?]

wildcard:

[sorrow option or anything else that strikes your fancy!]

fear!

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ Heine hadn't yet realized he was in a different underground. The last thing he recalled was a train pulling up and unloading a shit load of Dog Soldiers. He didn't care what he was killing, so long as they didn't reach the surface!

Springing, skidding and jumping up into the air. A grenade held by the pin between his snarling teeth, the chain part of his weapon held tort between each hand as Heine used it to snap on poor skeletons head clean off by the jaw. ]

Shit, Naoto, I've heard of Skeletons in the closet, but this takes the piss!

[ He was in his element. Like a dog with a bone... Lunging and tearing them apart, no need to waste a single bullet when you could use your bare hands. ]

kylo ren ⋆ star wars: tfa

[warfares]

I. SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL.

[ Memories blurred, Ren doesn’t pause to dwell on how he’d landed himself somewhere quite other than he’d intendedㅡthe puzzlement will come later, when he’s not trapped in an arena full of silent undeadㅡand instead dives quickly into the fray, weapon cutting through several skeletons with an almost laughable ease.

It’s a kind of catharsis, the tension of the previous daysㅡhoursㅡslowly bleeding off of him as he loses himself in the familiar rhythm, the wound in his side (still raw, still angry) driving him forward.

Once he’s cut an impressive swathe through their number, he’ll stumble his way through one of the exits, gaze lifting skyward and then sweeping to take in his immediate surroundings. ]

Where is this place?

II. INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS.

[ Self-doubt and fear is something he knows all too wellㅡfear is a useful emotion in its way, though it lacks the consuming burn of angerㅡand so he swallows back the briny emotion, refusing to consider that he may in fact be dead and this place a bizarre kind of Limbo, and instead turns his attention to exploring.

That is, after all, what he had been trained to do: familiarize himself with his new surroundings, observe its people and see if he could glean anything by way of their motives. If there was a way in, there must be a way out after all.

He could also really do with a bite to eat, perhaps something strong (and alcoholic) to steady his nerves. ]

III. WILDCARD.

[ Hit me up! ]

I. SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL.

[prophesiedone]

[Does someone need a hero? How about a hero who is more like a villain? A hero for villains? Is that a thing?

Regardless, there will be a bright light emanating from a lightsaber to signal his arrival. Anakin cuts through the undead without blinking, striding towards the other Force user as if he is on a peaceful stroll.]

You're in a system of caves called Hadriel. Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

[There is something more to this man and Anakin frowns.] Hurt?

Jason Todd - DC Pre-Flashpoint

[tireirons]

Scenario One
[ After feeling like he had been falling for the river for what felt like forever... Jason found himself waking up in a strange place, blood dried to his face and bruises forming from the fight earlier. It was a strange noise that snapped his eyes open. What was it? He couldn't pinpoint until he managed to sit himself up.

It didn't take long to realize three things. One, he was wearing the batsuit still, two, he was no longer in Gotham... and three, there were damn skeletons moving towards him. ]

Oh, we're boned.

Scenario Three CW; suicidal ideation
[ Jason was not the most sound of mind, not since his dip in the Lazurus Pit. Sometimes thoughts crawled into his mind and he would act on them. He liked to think he had gotten better at keeping such things reigned in. Ignoring it, pushing on. It was easier to ignore it when it came to his own self image.

His mask was still firmly in place as it had been when he arrived. Walking silently along the streets trying to figure out a logical reason behind everything despite the misery and rage overruleing his mind.

You couldn't do anything right. Let what's dead stay dead... Use the Batarang.

He stopped walking blinking someone. Feeling a shiver go through him. He wasn't what he would consider suicidal, other's might argue but he stopped where he was, taking out the bat shaped blade and staring down at it through the mask. ]

one

[strayblade]

[naoto's only been on her feet and fighting them for a short time herself, worried about their numbers, where they're coming from, if there's something worse in store for them. (in her experience, there always is.)

her blade gets caught between an approaching skeleton's ribs. naoto kicks it away from her. yes, they're definitely in trouble, but-

she stops and stares at him, possibly longer than she should. of all the jokes...]

...Was that on purpose?

Jim Hopper | Stranger Things

[threerules]

Scenario 1
[ Jim Hopper has seen a lot of shit in the last year and he'd be the first to put his hand up and announce that he didn't understand half of the information that the kids had a habit of dropping. Demodogs, wizards, Mirkwoods, all of that seems to go in one ear and out the other with ease and so when Hopper finds himself staring at a skeleton the initial reaction is to give a small nod and flick the ash from his still lit smoke. He's still in his full cop uniform, complete with hat and sticking out like a sore thumb.]

Not a bad costume. Hate to break it to you, pal, but Halloween was a while back.

[ Hopper watches as the skeleton cocks it head. That's not normal, nope, and when the creature takes a swipe the sherriff barely manages to jump back and avoid being sliced open from hip to hip.]

What the hell? [ For all his faults, Jim Hopper wasn't born an idiot and he's already realizing that this thing is an actual skeleton. A walking, moving, vindictive pile of bones. Whilst he can honestly say he's seen worse, this thing is a problem; shooting it isn't going to make a damned bit of difference and it's also interrupting his smoke break. Son of a bitch. Hopper wastes no time as he snags a large tree branch and wields it like a baseball bat, taking a few test swipes through the air as he gives a first and final warning.] You got five seconds to move your ass in a direction that's not mine.

[ Cause naturally a skeleton is totally going to start taking orders like that....]

Scenario 2
Alright, you're not so bad, okay?

[ The poor person next to Hopper is going to get that completely random comment, along with some strange, strained smile that just proves that someone doesn't do it as much as they should without being completely sarcastic. On some level Hopper knows that this is weird, he's probably coming across as weird and he's probably due a slap or something of the sort if it carries on at this rate. Still, he can't help himself because right now everything seems totally normal. If anyone else from Hawkins saw this they would have Hopper carted away to be examined at the very least.]

I'd buy you a beer but I left my wallet back on Earth, or whatever you guys are all calling places that aren't this one. That's what we call it but don't quote me on that because I'm sure someone will pop up with something that says it's not. It's the thought that counts when it comes to the beer.

Wildcard
[ooc: down with anyone bumping into Jim as he snoops around investigates places. he's mid season 2 so please let me know if you want to avoid spoilers.]

2 i am so sorry lol

[scoutsniper]

[Oh, it's weird. It's really fucking weird. And this guy is entirely, totally, off his fucking rocker weird.]

Maybe think something else, then.

Rick Sanchez | Rick and Morty

[dirty_sanchez]

( fear )

See Morty, see this- this'll be the perr-burp-fect distraction! Put a few of these fake doors around the house, keep that jackass Jerry busy for hours--

[ Wait, no... This isn't the Real Fake Door Store or well, maybe it is? Maybe Rick opened a door that was actually a portal? Sounds kinda legit.

Turning around and finding no door, just a dusty old wall, Rick rubbed his temple with one hand, while searching through his inner lab pockets for his portal gun. The skeleton soldiers turning, alert to his presence by his half intoxicated grumbling. ]

Yeah, yeah, I don't have time for this crap. I'm out shopping with my grandson for stuff to keep his dipshit dad busy so I don't have to take him to the Jerryboree every time we go out. Cross-temporal daycare centers aren't cheap y'know!?

[ Finally finding his portal gun, Rick grinned, drool covering his bottom lip and chin. Aiming the gun at the wall, Rick raised a middle finger to the closest Skeleton. ]

Ahah! Peace among worlds, motherfucker!

[ With that said, Rick squeezed the trigger. A swirling green oval replaced part of the wall in front of him. Rick grinned as he stepped inside of it... Only to find himself landing flat on his face a few moments later, surrounded by the skeleton soldiers again. ]

Gonna sound like an impotent guy here when I say this but. That's never happened before.

Isabela | Dragon Age

[ivehadbetter]

Fear

[ It helps that she was just fighting some undead corpses in a lowtown warehouse before she ends up here. It’s pretty easy to shift from corpse to skeleton, they are both dead and they are both trying to kill her.

When she dies she’s going out in a blaze of glory, preferably on a ship, and not in a...well wherever the hell she is. She will worry about that later when she isn’t fighting bones that are trying to hack her to bits.

She moves easily, gracefully, as she hacks into their joints with her daggers, popping their legs off or their arms, but they keep coming, even if they can only balance on one leg. ]

Why. Won’t. You. Die?

[ Her daggers slash over the spine, severing a head and sending it flying. ]

Andraste’s ass, what are these things?

Love/Delight

[ Where there is a bar, there is usually Isabela. However there is usually an air of ‘bother me and I will probably stab you with my daggers’ coming from her. Unless of course you are someone she calls a friend.

Today however, there’s a smile on her face and a welcoming demeanor to how she sits, turned almost sideways so she can talk to the person who sits down next to her. She’s not sure why but today she wants to buy rounds for the whole bar. She’ll settle for just buying one for you though, if you sit down next to her. ]

fear; here i come collecting you great dragon age people

[restinglichface]

[Oh great. Skeletons. Are the gods trying to make fun of her or something?

Isabela slashes through one of the creatures, it's head arching beautifully across the arena, and there's an immediate laugh behind the other woman's back. The sound is bright and joyful, like the owner of that laugh doesn't have a care in the world despite the skeletons lumbering around the arena. And honestly, the elven woman does look a little too casual about everything, especially considering her hands are wreathed in flame.

But this is, what, her fifth time going through this coliseum bullshit? Yeah, Lup's over it.]

Nice one! Totally a eight point five outta ten for that one, sis. Could've hit the landing a little stronger.

harry mason | silent hill

[thatradio]

i. fear;
[ It's hell. Otherworld might as well be hell, he thinks, but this time he's not covered in ash or rust or god knows what else. He doesn't really have time to process what happened, not when he suddenly looks up and the nightmare that is the hospital has been replaced by dirt and--

--well, the smell and stench of death is the same, at least. Harry scrambles up from where he's fallen, reaching for his gun in his jacket pocket. He finds it, aims at the skeleton advancing on him, but when he fires, he's greeted with the wonderful moment of the bullet passing through its ribcage.

Lead pipe it is. He raises it, knocking a skull clean off like he's hitting a home run, grunting with the effort. ]

Where the hell am I?!

[ And why isn't his radio going off? That's what should be happening around monsters, right? ]

ii. intrusive thoughts;
[ He's partial to his old brown leather jacket, even if it's old and a little dated. He's partial to a lot of things, he's always considered himself a creature of habit. To the point that his daughter pressed to go to the resort town just to get him to relax, or at least that's how it came across.

Still. His jacket is something he holds dearly, one of the few material possessions he owns that Jodie had given him before she died, and as he's walking by the lake he feels the overwhelming urge to just throw it.

He does. He does, and it isn't until the article of clothing hits the water that he realize he's just thrown it in the freaking water. Harry's sigh is pointedly Tired, and he makes to start wading into the water to grab it. ]

iii. wildcard;
[ Harry will also be seen in the bar trying to get a decent drink (he needs it) and skirting the Silent Hill zone cautiously, pipe, radio and flashlight always in hand. ]

II

[unitas]

[ The man looks familiar, too much like Christopher to be comfortable. She watches him from her spot on the grassy knoll nearby, her knees up to her chest. When he tosses the jacket, seeing the immediate regret as he wades in to the murky waters to retrieve it makes her heart pinch. She knows what that's like to be filled with... so much and no outlet. ]

Did that help? [ With whatever feelings are building up in him. Did throwing a dingy jacket into the water help? ]

Alana (Saga) - FEAR

[badchoicesmadeeasy]

What the hell?

[ It's safe to assume that, to most people, facing things that should, by natural logic, be dead and not moving but instead choose to come at you in an aggressive manner isn't really something they've been able to scratch off their bucket list.

Unfortunately for Alana, this isn't the first, or even the second time.]

Where...?

[ She looks around around, and that gives her as many answers as you might expect.

Eyes on the skeletons, she takes a step back. She's definitely not equipped for this, and she can almost feel her bare feet sliding very slightly in the sand.

Is this real? It can't be real, right?

She's got to be dreaming. Either that, or she finally lost it. They couldn't have found them, and, even if they did, this doesn't track.


No time to ask questions. These things are dead and armed, and they don't seem friendly. But she doesn't have any weapons-- should she just run?]

[6weeksmax]

Run!!

[Yeah, just run.

Kat's not about to leave Alana behind, though, even if Kat herself is running towards what she thinks is an exit. She stops in front of the other poor sap who got dragged here against her will, motioning to the door with her head, and her hand, and her arm. She'd motion with all of herself if she could.]

Let's go! Two against however many is better than just one!

Justice | Dragon Age: Awakening

[whatisright]

Fear

[It's not the skeletons that put off Justice. Oh, no, he's dealt with skeletons before. It's the fact that he's suddenly in a body of his own. He had been in a corpse a second ago, and now he's not. He's in a warm body... and there's nothing else in it with him. No dead memories, no mind, nothing.

What just happened?]

Begone! [He punches one of the skeletons in the face, sending its skull flying before he grabs its sword. An uncharacteristic wave of fear hits him--fear of death, fear of nonexistence, and it sends a shudder through this new physical form.

There's a demon of fear here. That's the only explanation. He stomps the skeleton's rib cage and brandishes the sword at the approaching others.] Reveal yourself, demon!

Sorrow

[What is wrong with this place? First it's a mysteriously untrackable demon of fear, and now it's a mysteriously untrackable demon of despair. Justice is walking on the street, glaring at his hands as he struggles to find the source of the sudden wave of hopelessness that's washing over him.

You will never see the Fade again.

You will become a demon.

Give in.

This isn't the first time Justice has dealt with a demon of despair, but this one is very powerful, digging its icy claws into his head. He will stand strong. He will find the source, and he will kill it.]

Forget. Forget. Forget.

[It's a mantra he murmurs under his breath, forgetting each intrusive thought as it comes, though they come back mere minutes later. It keeps him from dwelling, and it keeps corruption at bay while he searches for the demon.]

[norok]

[ Finna has dealt with wild foreign magic before. She's dealt with demons, bears, and dark gods. She's fought against sorcerers and werewolves, hags and assassins, and she's fought against emotion as well. A Nord, a True Nord, mourns only after the battle is hard fought, won or lost.

But now, a sorrow has invaded her. It reminds her of the bear attack that took down a caravan, along with her lover. It reminds her of the moment seconds before her executioner was going to sever her head from her torso. It hurts and it's not a wound she can use a spell on to heal or wrap and bandage.

When she hears Justice, she pauses. Forget. He wants to forget but she steps in his path. ]

Don't forget: use. [ Because sorrow can bring rage and rage can change the tidal of war. ]

Lydia | The Adventure Zone

[wonderland_vogue]

Scenario One

[You know, dying wasn't so bad. Except for the manner in which it happens, particularly if you just kind of... fall to pieces after you brother is sucked up into some weird umbrella staff. That's not cool. At all. Ever.

Which might be why Lydia is extremely and terribly irritated the moment she feels solid ground beneath her feet. And the skeletons in front of her, a frown pulling at her lips as she regards the creatures. Skeletons are stupid creatures, always were and always will be, and she doesn't really find them a threat by any stretch of the imagination.]

Darlings I am in absolutely no mood to be dealing with your shit right now. So step aside and either fall in line or leave me be. Otherwise...

[And that's absolutely a skeleton make a racket at her and she's huffing before moving off to the side.]

I have no issues dispatching you. But from one undead to another, how about you leave me be for your own safety, hm?

Scenario Three

[Causing people to suffer? Now, that is absolutely a feeling she's far too well versed in. Which means there's legitimately no question to her as she's shoving a few people into the streets before moving back onto the sidewalk as if nothing happened to watch from a safe spot nearby. A soft coo slips past pretend painted lips before she's moving on, humming and almost giddy in the way she moves.]

Is this supposed to be a problem?~ Only a fool ignores their feelings, after all! [Not that she's addressing that to anyone in particular as she's casually hip checking another person into a stranger to hopefully cause some sort of a fight.]

Oops, sorry, darling! It was just an accident. [Clearly not given the saccharine tone of her words.]

DUDE

[armcollector]

[Magnus can't remember the last time he fought just a regular ass skeleton. Like a proper fucking normal fucking actual no-bones-about-it skeleman. Or woman. Or neither. He doesn't discriminate, he just doesn't get a lot of skeleton action.

Most of the time he's dealing with liches. Or grim reapers. Or just, like, a lot of skeleton-adjacent people. There was that one guy who was a normal skeleton. But he was like, friendly? So he doesn't count.

Magnus bursts through a couple, bones flying everywhere as he cuts his way through them with Railsplitter, when he finally sees someone who isn't a skeleton. Great, someone he can probably help outta this mess! It's his routine, every month: make the trek out to the coliseum, find someone who just showed up, and escort them outta there.

Uh. Wait, though. He does a double take, just to make sure he isn't having some kind of awful flashback. Pulls his free hand into a fist just to make sure he feels real flesh on him. Okay. Nope, this is happening. She's just here.]

Oh, no. Nope. Nope nope nope. Not helping you out of the coliseum. You can find your own way through these skelemen. I'm not doing you any favors.

[He crosses his arms and shakes his head, pouting. He can't fucking believe the Door right now.]

Carlisle Cullen | Twilight Saga (movies)

[attendings]

[ Scenario One ]

[Carlisle is less disturbed by the skeletons that he's caught sight of (still a distance away and not something he's concerned about.) No, much more concerning is being somewhere unexpected, dark and full of sounds and scents he can't place.

And where is his family? That is by far the more pressing matter. Because if he is here, and they aren't -- where are they? Who has managed to separate him from his loved ones? And why doesn't he remember anything of it?

The blond, pale man is managing to look remarkably composed. Well until it seems one of those skeletons has gotten a great deal closer than it was before and is lunging for him. Carlisle reacts without hesitation, a swift jab of his hand into the thing's sternum, and the creature goes flying like it's been hit by a truck, slamming back against a nearby stone wall and shattering.

Of course, that's about when Carlisle realizes he's also got other company, which he'll be turning to with something of a sheepish, apologetic smile.] I'm sorry. It doesn't seem exactly safe here. Are you all right?


[ Scenario Three ]

[Carlisle isn't used to temptation. He's put the idea of human blood out of his mind, and it's long been as simple as that. Perhaps he's fortunate, or perhaps it's some trick of who he is, but it never concerns him. Not in the days and nights he spends in the hospital, tending to wounds, surrounded by humans, the scent of blood.

Now though, the thought is in his head. The thirst is in his head. Each person he passes, each heartbeat, echoes it. Just one. What would it hurt? One small life, one small taste.

Carlisle's hands are shaking as he raises them to his head.] No... I can't. Won't. I won't.

[To himself. As he wanders, though as his steps bring him too close to someone, anyone, he will startle back, a bit too quickly, as if even his centuries of training to appear mortal are close to failing him.] I... it may be best if you stay back.


[ Scenario Wildcard ]

(( please feel free to catch Carlisle anywhere around and about the city ))

three

[6weeksmax]

[Would that her ability's downside made her forget these thoughts as soon as they popped into her head, but nope, she'll remember them for another month or so. It's the worst, Kat thinks, remembering all the bad things. Harken told her once that one good memory is worth all the bad ones, and mostly she agrees, but day in and day out of shit like this is not something Kat wants to remember. She's limited her journaling, both in video and on paper, to the end of the day, summarizing what happened rather than going over the ugly details.

And honestly, she's glad when this guy almost bumps into her, cutting short the thought that she should just destroy her journals now (if they're destroyed in an event or an accident, you'll lose it all anyway. why form relationships with people, kat? you're just going to forget them. you're just going to hurt them.). She attributes his fast movement to some sort of Alpha ability -- which means that whatever's bothering him must relate to his ability's downside.]

I could say the same to you. [Which might amuse him, given she's 5'2" in flats.] You're not thinking of murdering me, are you?

[.......well that's one way to start a conversation.]

[angelofnaboo]

There is Nothing to Fear but Fear itself

[She's no stranger to things suddenly going sideways. Since she was fourteen, that has literally been her life, almost every day. Now at twenty-seven, she'd like to think that she's ready for anything happening.

Except she'd been so wrong. So very, very, very wrong.

A flash of red behind her as she slowly picks herself up from the ground and a shaky shuffling makes her gasp and flatten herself against the craggy wall of wherever she is. A cave? A meteor not that far from Polis Massa?

Where are Bail, Obi-Wan and Yoda? Weren't they supposed to be around with the medidroids? And where is her medical gown?]

H-hello? Is anyone there?

[Her normally strong, confident voice is soft and unsure as she looks around, terror welling up uncontrollably and making sweat bead her forehead.]

Hello?

Love is A many Splendored thing

[As a person with a great acquaintance normally, Padmé makes sure to reach out to everyone she knows at least once a week. It's nothing onerous and she enjoys the conversations she has. However, now, she feels the need to text someone in particular and to hash out the details of some meetup.]

Did you not get my message earlier? Is that a good time for you? I require your input on this.

There is Nothing to Fear but Fear itself

[neverlosemyfocus]

[Siri’s pretty sure that she should be dead. Her injuries in the crash should have been fatal. WERE fatal. But here she is. Uninjured. And somewhere that isn’t Azure. There’s no sign of the crash, or Obi-Wan. There’s no one.]

Kriff

[The curse is mutters under her breath, before she draws her lightsaber and ignites it; the purple blade casts a soft glow as she takes in her surroundings. No, this definitely isn’t Azure. Or anywhere familiar at all.]

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

[The first thing she needs to do is figure out where she is. What planet. At least, it WAS the first thing, until the faint sound of a familiar voice carries to her. Wherever she is, she’s not the only one that’s ended up there.

She turns and runs in the direction of Senator Amidala’s voice.]

dante ( dmc: devil may cry )

[payoff]

i; dem bones, dem bones, dem deadass bones

( well, at least it isn't demons.

dante has seen his fair share of weird shit — including but not restricted to this beauty right here, which is never taken seriously because how can you take something seriously when it has a vagina on its face? — so. being thrust through a door without any damned rhyme or reason behind it is one thing, and finding wandering skeletons is another, but still not one of the worst days he's been through.

skeletons are just a bunch of rattling bones that are more annoying than anything else, and given the lack of a blip on his danger radar, he's inclined to ignore their existence entirely and try to figure some shit out about this place. until. well shit. he's never been all that great at flying under the radar, but he's never really thought about skeletons having radar, and when one hones in on him he has to stop for a second. maybe laugh a little bit, because — ) Are you fucking serious? I had dreams worse than you when I was a kid.

( basically, he ain't skurred. come at him, bonesy. he's got an uppercut with your name on it. )

ii; my squad go hard, my squad go concrete

( you know who has never had a whole lot of friends? this guy right here. you know who has never wanted a whole lot of friends? also this guy right here.

which means this is, naturally, the best sort of thing that could have happened to him — if you're that type of positive person, which he generally isn't, but. that's neither here nor there and isn't really the point, because any thoughts about how weird it is that the next person he sees is his new best friend are snuffed out before they can even be fully formed. when he does, in fact, come across the next person to step into his line of vision.

he probably doesn't know you. probably never wanted to know you or something equally inadmissible, but. here he is grinning like a damned fool, a hell of a lot merrier than he would be in any other instance ( or … literally ever, really ) and asking whoever happens to find themselves the poor, unfortunate soul at the high point of his focus.

maybe don't make eye contact if you don't want this happening to you, or something. we really haven't been able to work out all the minor points of how this works. )

squad goals squad goals squad gooOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLL

[6weeksmax]

[Man, is Kat ever chipper when she gets struck by the effects of this event and meets the ees of her new bff4eva.]

'Sup, bro!

[She goes for a high five. Of course she does. This tiny girl goes for a high five, grinning up at this stranger who she's just sure is the best ever.]