Test Drive Meme #6

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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 February 23rd, and apps are open March 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: BLOBBED
[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 several Blobs, from the similarly titled 1988 movie, The Blob for you meet.

These gelatinous creatures have no weak spots or brains that can be sliced or crushed to kill them. Instead, their only goal is to absorb and dissolve its prey so that it can grow larger. Think that its, er, blob-like form makes it easy to avoid? Think again- it moves faster than one might expect, as shown in its canon 'kill' video here (with a healthy cw warning for gore and 80's movie effects).]

R A G E
SCENARIO TWO: WENDIGONE
[Hey, that snack you found? It might taste a little too familiar. At least you don't have time to worry about accidental cannibalism too much though, because you've now become host to a vengeful wendigo spirit! The transformation will be sped up for the purposes of this test drive, though you can post at whichever point in the change you desire. Want to tear people to shreds? Go for it. Want to try to clutch onto the last few pieces of your humanity? Be our guest!

On the flipside, as someone who is unaffected, you may be trying to arm yourself and take these wendigos head-on... or, you may be trying to figure out a way you can save them, which would involve somehow trapping them on Hope's altar. Think you can handle that?

This is a mini version of our Who What Where Wendigo event this month!]


H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: CARNATION DAY
[You know those moments in high school that everyone used to dread? Where everyone would spend a week or so with the opportunity to buy a carnation or two for someone they like, only for carnation day to come along and dash any hopes and dreams you had of getting a flower from that special someone?

Well, here's your chance to relive that day- but, you know, hopefully make it end a little happier.

In this prompt, some characters will emerge through the Door- or wake up, or just suddenly appear- with carnations clutched in their hands. These flowers can be any color of your choosing, and all have tags on them. They can be addressed to you or to someone else, and in that FROM category? Well, from your secret admirer, of course- or any other character who may or may not have sent it! Here's to hoping they're a good one!]

Comments

[wipedclean]

[He'd already sensed them and started his slow approach, his mouth spread into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. He waited until the people were in the right place at the right time...

...and then Rumlow's little murder pet charged.

Faster than even the soldier could move, he was on them, and Rumlow's order was far from his mind as he caught them and lay into them with teeth and claws, ripping them to shreds gleefully.]

[ukase]

[That was faster than he remembered the Soldier being, which was disconcerting given that HYDRA's Fist happened to be pretty damn fast to begin with. He could already tell the difference in the stance and the charge; he'd seen lions do much the same thing in nature documentaries.

Somehow, he wasn't surprised when the Soldier refused to detain. There were so few chances to even scream, and yet, he couldn't help but stand and immerse himself in the beauty of it. One wasn't allowed to enjoy killing, but that was a work of horrible bloody art right there.

Still, he had a part to play. It hopefully wouldn't involve him setting fire to HYDRA's very special freezer perogie.]

Hey, hey, when did I give you leave to eat people? We will get you a sandwich after we get information... ugh, you are the worst. We need to find a car battery.

[wipedclean]

[He ignored Rumlow's protests, ripping the people to shreds and devouring them until he turned to look back at Rumlow, dripping in blood and gore.

He hissed and snarled, his posture every bit that of a dog with its hackles raised, ready to attack.]

[ukase]

[He raised an eyebrow and rolled back on his heels, fingers gripping the flame thrower. There was all aggression in that stance, and he knew that with a single motion on his part, he could bring all of that death upon himself. He doubted he could pull the trigger fast enough.

He stilled, forced his breathing to calm and blinked slowly.]

Easy now... there still might be a few bits you missed eating... damn shark.

[wipedclean]

[He eyed the weapon. He knew what it was, knew its capability, and very much did not want to be set on fire. He slowly sat down in a hunched crouch, watching Rumlow warily. He could run, hunt others, stalk Rumlow later, but something compelled him to stay.]

[ukase]

[They watched each other, which would have been eerie if the Soldier could actually see. He suspected any movements would earn him a one-way ticket to getting torn apart.]

Easy, shark. Kneel.

[wipedclean]

[He snarled softly, but he kneeled, his fingertips resting on the blood-soaked ground.]

[ukase]

[Thank the little squid monster they all associated with, the Soldier wasn't completely out of control. He loosened his grip on the flame thrower just a touch.]

You still hungry, little tiger?

[wipedclean]

[Something in his head was still hanging on, still recognized Rumlow as his handler, even if the rest of him had gone off the deep end. His mouth twisted into a gross, blood-stained grin full of sharp teeth.

Yes. Yes, he was still hungry.]

[ukase]

[God, why didn't he have a camera? He needed to save this for prosperity's sake and was denied. Not that he would lift his hands off of the trigger long enough to snap this joyful moment, but he could dream. Everyone needed goals and his just happened to be bigger and better than most.]

On your feet. Head on to six o'clock down the alley. You're going to turn left unless there is someone to the right. You can snack on whomever you find that way, hammerhead.

[wipedclean]

[He hissed, which was apparently a sound of agreement, as he stood and headed off in the direction Rumlow ordered. He stalked down the street, turned left, and continued on his way, with no people yet nearby.]

[ukase]

[Rumlow had to jog to keep up, which caused the harness and the tank to jingle as he moved. It would definitely keep him on the Soldier's radar as far as sound went, and he did what he could to always have the asset in his line of sight.

No people in this area, but he trusted the Soldier could sniff any out. It was going to be a blood-bath, but at least he'd have a well-fed cannibal on his hands? Maybe the asset would snore adorably afterwards?]

[wipedclean]

[He could hear Rumlow following along, and it was a great show of control that he didn't just turn around and attack him, flamethrower or no. But he continued on his path ahead until he heard another person. He stopped, sniffed the air, and tilted his head to listen.

He paused just for that moment to pinpoint their location before he was charging, attacking, and feasting once again.]

[ukase]

[He jogged his way along until he heard the first sounds of screaming that was abruptly cut off again. He slowed himself to walking as he approached the newest kill, as messy and thrilling as the last two. The Soldier had never particularly claimed hunger often, so to watch the little bastard feast was both disgusting and educational.

Those teeth were a bit too close to a shark's mouth by his measure. He fingered the trigger, aware that he could cut his losses while the Soldier was distracted. He'd have to explain it to Pierce if he ever got out of this place, but no one wanted a rabid weapon. Just look how Rogers slipped the leash even with an entire organization tracking like bloodhounds.]

[wipedclean]

[Three people dead and still the soldier wasn't sated. He turned at the noise of Rumlow approaching, enough to prove to him that he knew he was there.

But his obedience had reached its limit. He snarled back at him, and then with a burst of inhuman, unnatural speed, the soldier darted away, disappearing among the buildings. He was done with being a pet.]

[ukase]

[Well fuck, there went his blooded shark through the streets. He certainly wasn't about to give chase for the purpose of trying to recapture, not when he approached what was left of the latest meal. He would clearly simply have to follow the death and destruction or avoid it completely.

Rooftops seemed like a better survival option. He always liked higher ground.]