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Test Drive Meme #31
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 April 24th, and apps are open May 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: WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE
[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.
Even if the monster looks cuddly.
Direwolves are not quite what you medieval fantasy folks might think they are- they're untameable and almost the size of a bear. While usually a predator like the direwolf might wait for the opportune moment to strike, these beasts hunt in packs and are very, very hungry. You won't be able to tame them, and any attempts may result in a couple of missing fingers.]
S O R R O W
SCENARIO TWO: REGRETFULLY YOURS
[Have you ever done something you regret? A thought or an action you've performed that you look back on and wished you hadn't? Even if it's something outside of your control, something you couldn't have known, if there's something rattling around in that brain of yours, it's coming out in full force right now, leaving you guilt-ridden and prepared to confess all your sins to the nearest bystander.
But what if confessing isn't enough? You need to show them how sorry you are in any attempt at redemption you can muster. Work as hard as you can and maybe someone will forgive you. Work even harder and maybe someday you can forgive yourself.
This is a mini version of our Tears of Joy event this month.]
R A G E
SCENARIO THREE: TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK
[The goal is simple: stay together in this room and use the supplies provided to build the best tower you can. You've got matchsticks, popsicle sticks, Q-tips, four different kinds of glue, and various little wheels and doodads. The team with the best tower at the end of the exercise gets a wish granted! That isn't so bad, is it?
Except your teammate is insufferable. Everything from their ideas, to their building strategy, down to their accent is absolutely intolerable to you. How can you be expected to work with such a difficult partner? If you leave the room your tower is forfeit, but who can expect you to stay in these conditions?
Careful- they're just as fed up with you as you are with them. Can the two of you overcome your mutual disdain to build this arts and crafts masterpiece, or will it be a race to the door?]
Ianchus Cepheos | Original Character | will match format!
Ianchus has fought beasts before, but he's never fought quite this many at once, nor alone. His shamshir is a formidable weapon, but the way he uses it is slow, and the small buckler on his other arm is less a proper defensive tool and more a sad distraction that creates enough of a delay for a hit--the whole thing can fit widthwise into a direwolf's maw, only barely keeping it open enough to save his arm.
He's holding his own but flagging. He does, however, mark anyone around him. If you're not a fighter, he'll cover your back, helping you escape, even at the risk of dividing his own attention. If you can, however, perhaps you could lend him a hand. The pauses between his cuts can spell trouble.
02 | Sorrow
"Are you alright?"
The voice you hear is soft, sweet, with the slightest tremble. The man it comes from is barely holding himself together. Ianchus is being choked by memories that he'd thought he'd either come to terms with or buried, and though he's smiling it's something that might shatter at any moment. And he's figuratively grasped for the nearest person--you--for two reasons. He doesn't want to be alone. And helping others, whether it's a fabrication or (please, God please) something real, distracts him from the guilt squeezing his own heart.
So. Are you alright? Let him do anything for you. Anything and everything.
03 | Rage
Ianchus is normally a patient man, one who adores other people. He's worked with many kinds, from all walks of life, of all personalities and persuasions. It's rare for something to get to him this badly, but at this point he thinks you're purposefully sabotaging this entire event.
His smile is frozen on his face, and his tone still has that sweet sound, but it's absolutely icy now.
"Why don't you leave it to me. You can take a rest."
He's hardly leaving any room for argument.
04 | Wildcard
Have at him however!
sorrow, with my deepest apologies for her
Rita sniffles, paying no attention at all to the fact that the man speaking to her is also extremely sad.
"I... I wore brown boots with a black dress once." YEP. Yep. That's her biggest regret. "You can't-- you can't just forgive that!"
don't worry he gets it
And then he wipes away the tears and reaches out with his other hand, trying to make the touch comforting rather than creepy.
"My dear..." he says, trying to keep the choking out of his voice. "Did you not think to accessorize with brown?"
BLESS HIM LMAO I LOVE THIS
"No. I-- I was so ignorant. So young. But I should've known better!"
It's not like she didn't have the money to buy fashion magazines and all the rest.
"I deserve to be judged for that."
Oh my god I'm sorry here comes the soliloquy
"People only judge you if you give them reason to judge you. Think of it..." And his voice gains a hint of intensity. At least this is distracting him from his own angst, though his nose is dreadfully close to start running.
"You move forward, cutting the path you've chosen. Brown boots, and then add brown earrings and bands, perhaps even in leather! And then, and then...perhaps they will realize that they should be following you. And they won't be able to say anything about that past transgression because it would have been a part of your plan. All along. The plan that's working."
He has a lot of opinions on this.
Rage
He's talking, of course, about the tower that no one is entering or will ever be entering, because it is made of wooden sticks and usually collapsed into a heap.
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Ianchus isn't actually very good at architecture. When out in the field, neither building a shelter nor a fire ever fell to him. But, he's read quite a bit about it. And even if he doesn't know he's right, he is convinced that Carlisle is wrong.
"Allow me to understand. You wish our tower--a structure whose purpose is to be impenetrable and defensively advantageous--to have a glaring weakness both from a theoretical perspective and a structural. Yes?"
And to prove his point, he reaches out, deftly poking a finger into the "gate"...though he's careful not to touch the structure itself, being the one to bring it down won't do at all.
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He cuts himself off as Ianchus gets closer, his fingers coming too close to the unfinished, stick structure for Carlisle's liking. "You're going to knock it over what is wrong with you!?"
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"But shouldn't people be able to come in through the entrance? What kind of tower gets knocked over by something so innocuous as someone coming in?" His eyes seem to suggest a shitty one.
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Not that anyone will be doing that in this tower because, despite Carlisle's absolute fervor over having a grand and flawless gateway, it is less than a foot tall, made entirely of popsicle sticks, and barely held together by still-drying glue.
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Honestly, any other time, Ianchus would have agreed with him. A tower should be grand, and they would have failed to build it together, and he would have had a grand old laugh. But once he's decided to be contrarian, he won't budge. He did, after all, have four older siblings at one point, and you don't have that many without learning quite a bit of snark.
Instead he picks up some of the little wheels, and then begins stacking them wordlessly, like chips in a casino. He's completely quiet until he puts the one on that brings his own creation a smidge higher than Carlisle's.
And then he, with all his poise and practice, arcs an eyebrow and pulls his smirk a little sharper.
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"You're just going to waste your wish," he insists, applying glue to one end of a stick and attaching it to the top floor.
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The wish.
To be quite frank he had completely forgotten that this was why they were there together.
Ianchus watches Carlisle work almost thoughtfully, arms folded, before he finally speaks up.
"You can have mine, then."
02.
"Yes, I am quite alright. Thank you for asking."
He observes Ianchus for a moment longer. He notices the crumbling façade in him.
"Though, I suppose I could use some company, if you would be up for it. I'm at a loss of where to find any tea. Do you know where we could find any?"
Why not, after all? Maybe he can learn something.
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Ianchus lets out a soft laugh, and then puts a hand over his eyes, shoulders shaking. Because he doesn't, he doesn't know where anything is, and as absurd of a thing as it is, it's what sends everything else crashing down on him. He can't help anyone, not even this man who just...wants...a blasted cup of tea.
"Ah, no, no. I'm sorry." He puts both hands on his face, trying to get control, laughing through tears that start coming. "I can't help anyone. I a-apologize. Ahaha!
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"I will tell you what, then, how about we search together? I would appreciate the company." A pause. "It would help me immensely if you could."
Anything to give the man purpose, he supposes. Watching Ianchus suffer over actions beyond his power is rather painful to watch.
"You may call me Saint Germain. What do you go by?"