dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #6

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!]

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[Don't think he didn't catch that look you were giving him Merlwyb, though Ikar is fully aware at how silly he must have looked. You just don't understand!! He would die protecting this crab, this crab who was otherwise oblivious to any approaching danger. The cute little critter who was idly snipping up at the air by his owner.

Having finally caught his breath for the most part, he looked around at the interior of the building then back to his savior with a solemn nod.]

At this point I'm just thankful for runnin' into another person, but alright. I'll hold my thanks.

[Ikars eyes lingered on Merlwyb's face for an almost uncomfortable amount of time, as his brows knitted in thought. She seemed mighty familiar for some reason and he just couldn't place where he had seen her before. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head, but he was snapped out of it at her question.]

Oh uh, hmm. Two or three? Hard to count when they move so fast and I wasn't really lookin'. I've seen more than that though, but it may just be the same ones stalkin' me. I don't suppose this place has any weapons laying about does it?

[Since his companion seemed to have watching for the fiends taken care of, Ikar took this moment to go further into the building. Not too far really, but he really needed something to arm himself with. He pondered over breaking one of the over sized chairs legs off, but wood wasn't that reliable. This looked kinda like a house, maybe there was a kitchen knife somewhere?

Before he wandered too far though he reached into his pockets and pulled out three hi-potions, two to set on the table and one he drank right there. He had them on him ~~to fuel his addiction~~ as a refreshing drink after doing his chores. But getting to use them for what their intended use is works too.]

If you need a potion, feel free to use one. Those are my last two though... By the way, you know you seem really familiar for some reason. I coulda sworn I've seen you around somewhere before-- and I'm not talkin' here.

[Totally not the time for small talk when wendigos could break into the house at any moment. But hey he wasn't the one keeping watch. And he could talk and dig through questionable looking kitchen drawers at the same time.]

[ Ikar Kestrel: confirmed to have a serious case of the crabs. It's now canon. No takebacksies! ]

No more and no less than anywhere else in Eorzea. Take what you can, and pray to the Navigator you will never have cause to use it.

[ Does Merlwyb have, in fact, a grand total of two (2) muskets on her person at all times? Yes.

Is she going to lend one to him? No.

Half because she loathes the idea of anyone but herself laying a finger on Mistbeard's guns (A certain Marshal would turn an interesting shade of purple if he were privy to that thought), and the other half because some fool Hyur with no arm for firearms could as easily send shot through his foot as one of the wendigo.
So sorry, Ikar. You're on your own as far as hitty sticks and slashy tools are concerned.

As for the potions, she shakes her head slightly - the gash in her side isn't worth bothering with - intent on watching his little smallshell friend scuttle around happily in his owner's wake without a care in the world. ]

I have little need for one, but my thanks for the offer.

[ Ikar. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Darling. If the full Admiral regalia isn't enough to clue you in, she's certainly not going to volunteer any information offhand. But from the way she crosses her arms over her chest, one pale eyebrow arched, she's finding some entertainment in eluding an outright introduction. ]

Do I? Well, far be it from me to assume everyone need be a stranger. [ Whoops there's that almost-but-not-quite smug grin of hers. The one she usually slings at Marshal Eynzahr to great effect. ] We may have spoken in Limsa Lominsa. Perhaps not.

[Ok see when you put it that way it sounds terrible!! I demand a retake!]

Hn. I'll take that as a no then and suit yourself, the offer still stands if they're needed later.

[It's ok the Admiral was right in her judgement about his experience with firearms and knowing him he'd find a way to shoot his own damn foot. Lucky for Ikar he's managed to find the kitchen utensil drawer. To no ones surprise ever he did not find an axe in these drawers, but it did give him an idea...

Hey, hey Merlwyb do you see this incredulous stare Ikar is shooting back at you?? Yeah he sees that grin of hers and he does not get what's so amusing.]

No, no I woulda remembered talkin' to someone like you. [Hottie with a body!] I'll think of it... Anyroad, the name's Ikar.

[Excuse him as he tugs this drawer of silverware or whatever the Hadriel not quite right equivalent is and turns full body to you.]

I think I might just have a plan if you wanna hear it.

[ Nope. You made your bed, now lie in it. B]

Naturally, the return stare doesn't elicit so much as a blink while she stares steadily back, entirely unruffled by the intense scrutiny. You're cute when you try to intimidate a Roegadyn almost twice your size, tiny Hyur friend. Were she less sober, that would be worth a pat on the cheek.
Alas, there's not a drop of ale to be had. Instead, his introduction is met with an acknowledging tilt of the Admiral's head. ]

A pleasure, Ikar. [ Casually not returning the gesture by giving him her own name. That would ruin the fun, after all. Further, her body language clearly states she has no further hints to give him - getting comfortable where she leans by the wall, letting her gaze roam over the pitch black shadows across the street. ] Pray speak freely. However -

[ She'll judge whether or not he should be allowed to make plans afterwards. It should make for a fine diversion in the meantime. ]

- I'm sure you need not be reminded how swiftly our foe moves. An outright offensive is not viable.

[Seriously, it's bugging the crap outta him that he can't remember where he's seen her before. However there was more pressing matters to attend to than trying to solve that mystery. He'll just keep that on the back burner.

He made his way back over to the table his potions were on to set down the drawer, casually pulling out a steak knife from it.]

Oh no worries, I have no plans on dyin' today. I don't feel like being that reckless without my armor anyways.

[No reminders needed! They are pretty fast though as his burning legs kept reminding him.]

Distraction is somethin' I could call my specialty though. So how good is your aim? Utensils ain't gonna do much to them, but get their attention on me.

[Yep... that's his whole plan. Hopefully have an amazing shot and throw a knife into a monsters eye then run like hell. Throwing utensils is not nearly like chucking tomahawks though. But hey making sure to keep enemies attention and taking the pain is a marauders job after all!]

[ -> No Plans to Die
-> Don't Feel Like Being Reckless

------> Grabs steak knife

IKAR PLEASE. If it wasn't obvious before, it should be by now: Merlwyb is judging you super hard. Any regular pirate worth his or her salt would just let the sacrificial lamb with the butter knife run in one direction while they fled to safety the other way.
Sadly, Merlwyb cannot in good conscience allow an adventurer to fling themselves into the jaws of a waiting wendigo. A shame, really. ]

Absolutely not. They would be upon you before you went two paces from the threshold.

[ Bam. Shut down.
The Admiral closes her eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of her nose between a forefinger and thumb. ]

We needs must think on this carefully. There is no margin for foolish errors.

[He said he was going to toss it at them, not run in and attack! GOSH! I mean ok it's kinda reckless to attempt to kite an enemy without a healer, even more so if you're the only one even bothering to damage the thing. There's no point in it.

With a slight huff, he leaned back to sit on the table and crossed his arms. He's not mad at her, but he was frustrated all the same. He kinda looked like a pouty child really.]

I'm sure I coulda made it a few yalms at least...

[Yes because a few yalms versus a few step was that big of a difference.]

So what's yer big plan of action then?

Test Drive Meme #6

I hope the suspense of the mystery tagger wasnt too much!! <3

I WAS SO MAD Z was being a butt

cuz of you I had to unlock all my icons again GEEZ

ur welcome c8

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