dankmemes | test drive meme #28

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. 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: GOT ANY BREATH MINTS?
[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.

It looks like this time the Door is going for a little variety. You get to enjoy a couple kinds of chaos serpents, from the video game Hexen.

Chaos serpents are bipedal reptilian creatures with three horns, in two different colors. They can bite, as with most monsters, but the real threat is their breath weapons. The green ones spit powerful fireballs, while the brown ones spit clouds of poisonous gas. If you're lucky, they'll fight each other instead of you - but who ever gets lucky here?]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: ONE MINUTE IN HEAVEN
[Remember that first rush of infatuation, when your heart beats fast and your cheeks get red and you feel like you could do anything - anything - to get your crush's attention? Maybe you don't. Maybe you're too level-headed for that. Well, not anymore.

Now, whenever you meet a new person, you feel one solid minute of the most intense crush you've ever had. Their hair! Those eyes! Those incredibly attractive arm muscles! That tinkling laugh! Maybe you're the type to get nervous, maybe you'll swallow seven packets of hot sauce to show how cool you are, maybe you'll just lay down your very best pickup lines. Maybe more than one of the above - there are so many ways to embarrass yourself in 60 seconds!

But then time's up, and your insta-crush is gone, and now you get to deal with the consequences. What did you say? What did you do? That laugh you thought was beautiful and tinkling turns out to be obnoxious and honking. Also, you're pretty sure you just hit on your neighbor. But hey... maybe they actually are pretty hot, and you just made the first move. It's possible!]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: THE PITTER PATTER OF LITTLE FEET
[There you were, minding your own business, when you suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Not that you remember that - now all you remember is being a child, as your consciousness has taken the form of your younger self. Here's your opportunity to run around and get into all the trouble you could hope for!

Or maybe you didn't become a child - maybe someone else did. Did some random kid just run up to you, confused and a little scared, or possibly just obnoxious? It'd be nice of you to help them out. Unless you hate kids, and hey, who can blame you? They're loud and somehow their little hands always seem to be sticky. Still. Make sure they don't run straight into the monsters outside the city, all right?

This is a mini version of our Hope of a Child event this month.]

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[ONE]
[She can't explain it, as much as she would like to, and she really would. She doesn't like things that happen outside of her control, and arriving here as covered her daily quota of bullshit. The last time she had felt like this- well, it has been sooner than she would admit to most people. Yet even then, it hadn't encompassed it quite like this. She's still not 100%, knowing that her time frozen had taken a toll on her body, but even that doesn't explain it.

In the grand scheme of things, they aren't even the worst that she has faced. In fact, they're fairly mild, would barely register on a bad today. She's been trained as a soldier, pushed herself, always driven by that desire to do better, to be better, to be the best. Sure, it might have mellowed out a little since her Freelancer days, but old dogs don't quite just learn new tricks. It's a work in progress, although the whole band experience and watching them squirm had actually been fun.

The monsters are leaving her alone for the moment, although she is the one covered in a big metal suit, unlikely (maybe) to be too injured if anything decides that she looks like a meal. That hasn't stopped them from moving around, from attacking others. She should move, should try to stop the advance of the snake-like creatures. It would be fairly easy, a few steps, a shot or well aimed punch, and it would be over.

Yet she's frozen there, still, unmoving, until-]

Watch out!

[Hey. It's something, isn't it?]

[THREE]
[Kids? Not really her thing, although you could argue she has baby sat every day for the last... Well, long enough that she'd be earning some sort of medal for doing it. Or at least that is what the old her would have said. They're family now, the Reds and the Blues, even if they do drive her crazy sometimes. But that's all a part of it, isn't it? It had taken her too long to figure that out, to realize that being the best, topping the leader charts, didn't make her the best. It was only once everything was gone that she realized. Hind sight was twenty twenty, and she wouldn't make (quite) the same mistakes again.

Children are another matter. She is surprised to see one and does glance around, wondering if there is a parent or a guardian nearby, someone that she can pawn them back off on. Yet all there there is is the child. She likely doesn't look the friendliest, even without speaking or seeing her expression. The suits not exactly warm and cuddly. It's a machine, not a toy.]

Uh. Hey there... little fellow? Did you need a hand?

[Smooth is not exactly something that Carolina could be called.]

[These crazy dragon things aren't the worst monsters Kyna has ever seen, either. Actually, they're not even the worst monsters she's seen in Hadriel, but they're still obnoxious. She's developed a sort of instinctive bias against anything remotely dragon-like, but she can't pass up an opportunity to help the new kids, either.

She's surprised, though, when she sees someone in what looks like crazy space marine armor hanging back. Maybe that's smarter, but still, Kyna wouldn't mind a little assistance. The person--a woman, actually--calls out a warning, and it gives Kyna just enough time to scramble out of the way of a well aimed tail. She makes a face, zaps the thing with a quick electricity spell, and turns her attention back to Carolina.]

Hey! If you're not going to help kill shit you should probably like... Leave.

[Meek and timid are never words that one could use to describe Carolina. There are some colourful ones that would fit her quite well, but never that. She's never been the sort to balk at a challenge, and does tend to go head first right in to them, sometimes without even thinking. Hell, she's still likely to push herself past the breaking point to get something done, even if she might ask for a hand up when she passes out on the floor...

There is a look of surprise though as the helmet turns back to the woman, trying to figure out what she has done to the creature that seemed to want to make a snack of her. A part of her acknowledges that she should be going to see if it is dead or at least incapacitated, yet what if it isn't... She does move a little, although something still nips at her, anxiety still high.]

I'm just-

[... she should leave.]

I'll help.

[Maybe.]

[Kyna blinks, frowning. Ephemera and Wash are always much more... quick to act with the monsters around here, but this woman is hesitating. Maybe that's smarter, but Kyna is physically incapable of not being at least a little reckless, so she's not sure how to deal with this.]

Come on, you've got like, built in brass knuckles. Punch something.

[But, hey, fire is still scary, so Kyna glances over her shoulder to make sure none of their lizard friends are nearby, then back to Carolina.]

Unless, uh... You want me to get you out of here?

[Even if she doesn't know really what is happening, or if this is some strange temple (although she doesn't remember being anywhere near one), or perhaps she has finally passed out and this is her dreams, but no matter what, a part of her acknowledges that she shouldn't be standing there like a rookie on their virgin mission.

She's former Freelancer Agent Carolina.

And she feels like finding a corner to hide in.

Pushing aside that sensation, Carolina takes another breath, seeking to regulate her breathing. Even if she doesn't know this stranger, she's not going to run away, or so she keeps telling herself. She's not exactly conspicuous, although maybe she looks intimidating enough that they will leave her alone...]

No. It's- no.

[Stronger now are her words, brushing away that feeling that tingles at her spine and nips at her heels. Not today.]

What are they? Aliens?

[It's hard to tell. Kyna rarely knows where anything comes from.]

I mean, I guess technically they are? None of us are from this planet, so...

[She edges closer to Carolina, eyes giving the arena another quick scan. So far, so good.]

Hey, are you sure you're okay? You're new, right?

That obvious, huh.

[Although there is a soft hint of sarcasm in her voice although with a dryness aimed toward herself. Nothing too deep, but no doubt she looks a bit like a fish out of water. She shouldn't, really, given all that she has been through and all that she has seen.

Her focus does shift to her, before turning again, scanning as well.]

There's nothing native on this planet?

test drive meme #28

Agent Carolina | Red vs Blue

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