dankmemes | 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?]

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fear.

[ Wolves, bears, demons. What's the difference, after a point?

Certainly these are particularly large wolves, and there are several of them, with more no doubt slinking about, but he has his staff, and (somehow, miraculously) a connection to the Fade remains. He reaches into it, tests it, and lets the magic flow from him in a rush of hot air. True to the spell he'd been intending to cast, an explosion of flame rocks the earth where the wolves prowl, striking between two of the beasts. They jump back with startled yelps, fur singed, but otherwise unharmed.

That at least puts a little more space between them, and now they are wary to approach him. Given that he doesn't know what else he may be facing after this, Dorian would rather not expend the energy to kill the creatures if he could simply scare them off, or hold them back long enough to escape. He takes edging steps back, keeping the wolves in sight and his staff raised defensively in front of him.

But then there's a growl behind him, and he only manages to spin just in time to intercept the lunging wolf with his staff. Quite literally with his staff, this time. He bashes it hard into the animal's face, which thankfully deters it from sinking its teeth into his face. As deadly and efficient as Dorian is with spellwork, hitting things that jump out suddenly is simple human instinct. His heart hammers in chest now, adrenaline spiking with the reality of that close call.

Well. So much for not having to fight them. ]

sorrow.

[ Given the strain in his voice, the uncharacteristic apprehension to speak, it's clear that as much as Dorian talks about himself, it's rare that he actually shares something deeply personal like this. ]

It was...in no small part my fault. I spent years researching temporal magic with Alexius. I had a hand in that terrible future.

[ It's one of many things he feels guilty about. Not even one of the major ones, if he's being entirely honest. But even when he feels an overwhelming compulsion to confess his sins, his emotional barriers are still too strong to get into the real nitty-gritty of his perceived shortcomings. He feels like enough of a fool blathering about this. ]

rage.

No no no, it's going to fall apart like that, you just--

[ Cutting himself off with a thoroughly exasperated exhale far too aggressive to be a mere sigh, Dorian leans back in his chair and simply throws his hands up. Always dramatic. Honestly, Dorian can be a pretty insufferable person even without the extra influence, so good luck. ]

Kaffas, you are utterly impossible!

[ Already annoyed to start with by the inanity of the task, it's easy for him to get heated quickly. He's quite certain at this point that his partner is not here to cooperate, but to incense him to the point where the simple exercise will never get done. ]

[ It's true that there's nothing quite like Hinterlands bears, but the direwolves are... nothing to be sneezed at, surely. The Inquisitor has long since learned not to take these beasts lightly, despite the usual round of jokes that accompany her into the coliseum in order to keep spirits up. As a new member of the Guard, she's obligated to visit the place in order to escort new arrivals safety into the city, but she's by no means obligated to do it without levity.

Seeing the familiar form of Dorian Pavus doesn't inspire jokes, though. This is the third iteration of the mage since her own arrival long ago, and though she knows better than to hope it's the man from her own Thedas, that unwanted, tentative wish is there all the same. ]

Need a hand? [ Not the glowing one, of course, which another mage has so helpfully calmed for her to prevent the discharge from-... well. Paining her. Instead, Cecily fires off arrows from a longbow, peppering the massive sides of the wolves and provoking them into angered growls and pained snarls.

She turns to Dorian, eyebrows raised expectantly. ]

If you aren't hurt, then I suggest you follow me out of here. Unless you would rather play with the dogs a bit more?

[It always hurts in this place, but sometimes it's louder than others. Like always, really, but the hurts here are louder, longer, lingering. He can always tell which god is playing even when they don't say.]

It didn't happen. You helped.

It is fine.

( Irene hardly sees the point in this either, but it can't be that difficult. It's an arts and crafts tower, the kind of thing that was a task in the very earliest years of boarding school. How hard can it be?

Apparently, it can be incredibly hard, and she's gritting her teeth to keep from exploding, concentrating on her breathing. None of this is made easier by her so-called partner in this endeavour.

Oh, for goodness' sake. Perhaps it's simply time to invoke the Language. She has lollipop sticks, and cotton buds and... )

... What would you call that?

( The name of the strange little piece of junk next to the glitter glue escapes her. )

Test Drive Meme #31

dorian pavus | dragon age

fear ; small gasp

Sorrow! ugh failtag sorry

i guess i'll go with rage!