Test Drive Meme #33

[hadrielmods]

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 June 24th, and apps are open July 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: WEARS HIGH HEELS WHEN SHE EXERCISES
[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.

And this one is, well, particularly creepy. Especially if you dislike body horror, or spiders, or being eaten. This time, the Door has brought in Virginias, from the video game The Forest.

Virginias are rather disturbing-looking monsters, looking a bit like multiple bodies all squished together. They move quickly, they can charge and leap at you, and those creepy arms and legs hurt like hell. They also make skittering noises, if you want to be even more creeped out. So have fun with that!]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: YES, LIKE THAT
[Today, it's you time. You woke up this morning and you knew it was the perfect day to practice a little self-care. To put yourself first. To treat yourself. And that's what you're going to do!

Whether that means drinking too much, skipping out on unwanted obligations, telling people what you really think of them, or eating that last donut - you're looking after you now, and it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks! All that matters is that you're happy. So party on, and let's hope your fun doesn't get in the way of anyone else's life.

This is a mini version of our Love Yourself event this month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS
[This morning you didn't wake up wanting to treat yourself. Oh, no. You woke up wanting to show your anger - to the world, to yourself, to anyone watching. You want to break shit, start fights, get into pointless internet arguments. They're wrong, after all.

So why not? Find a stray piece of wood and start smashing windows. Tell someone you don't like the way they're looking at you. Post something incendiary on Twitter Hadriel's network. And wait for the responding anger. That's what you want, right? Someone to face off against?

Let's just hope you don't go too far.]

Comments

[bitemefightme]

Heine quietly watches the man cast even more odd spells, more out of diligence than curiousity. And the man blows the wall away with ease. Heine's eyebrows raise up a little. Okay. Those spells could definitely be a problem, if push came to shove. He can only hope this isn't some lead to a trap. Y'know. Like some crazy people.

Still, he follows him through the new opening without so much a second's hesitation. And he doesn't mind being in the back anyway. He knows he's not going to die anytime soon.

Kaer Morhen. Some place he'd never heard of. This guy's even talking about realms. What a weirdo. Guess that concludes (most of) that. Unless Angelika's using some underground name for her hiding place now, he's pretty sure this guy isn't one of her freaky-ass strains. At least that much is in his favour, he guesses?

"Germany," is all he answers. Short and without being direct to the point. You're going to have to try much harder than that, Geralt. However, it probably shows that he's definitely hiding it. Not that he cares how he comes acrost. If Geralt wanted to be more open than Heine was, well... that's Geralt's problem.

However, Heine's head cocks over his shoulder. Looks like all of their commotion and destruction attracted the attention of more of those freakshows. Heine frowns. Seriously? This is some shitty luck. Where in Hell even are they?

After a few seconds of mental griping about how this day could possibly get any shittier, he pulls out his guns and rapidly shoots a series of bullets are their guests.

[thanks_bunches]

The only traps they might come across would be ones set by others. Geralt was as much as a stranger here as Heine was. He didn't mind telling him where he was from either, it was no secret that Witchers around Geralt's age would have trained and lived in Kaer Morhen. As for his spells? Yea, they were pretty much designed to be a problem, a problem for monsters or anything else that stood in a Witcher's way. That includes silent and solemn youngsters with eerily pale skin...

"Germany? Never heard of the place, sounds foreign." Maybe some of the new fractions of Nilfgaard? There wasn't really much time to think about it let alone ask about it, considering the young punk was too busy firing shots. Geralt instinctively ducked back and skillfully slipped his steel sword from his back. "Shit." Stepping back and letting Heine take the lead on this one, what better way to see what he was made of.

[bitemefightme]

Heine's having no problem shooting on his own. Call it all training from his deadbeat partner that was always getting into trouble. The shots are fired in rapid succession as he downs a few of them, but the others go into a rage as the bullets take down their "friends" and hit them in non-lethal places.

He hardly even noticed Geralt duck away. Which, good for him anyway. Heine wasn't about to tell him to duck.

Even with Heine's skill, he finds himself taking steps back as more advance on them. And yet, he just lets out a sigh, like this as an annoying bunch of children demanding a trip to the candy store after he's said no more than a dozen times.

Man, this is such bullshit. The masses don't seem to end. And Heine isn't focused on the one approaching from his left as much as he's trying to take down the ones in front of him.

[thanks_bunches]

"Might wanna save some bullets. It's not wise to fire them all off in an unfamiliar place." He was taking it that this wasn't the Germany Heine had said he was from, so it didn't seem smart to use all your ammo right off the bat.

As Heine distracted them, it gave Geralt time to make a small bomb. He'd gathered a few parts from the dead monsters he'd come across, what, it's not gross it's totally necessary for a Witcher! Adding the finishing touches as he stood back up and came to Heine's side, tapping him lightly on the shoulder to let him know he was approaching, as Witcher's walked silently, he wouldn't have heard him coming no matter how genetically changed he was.

"Stap back, I've got this."

With that said, Geralt tossed the bomb at the onslaught of hideous monstes. At first, it was a bright, almost blinding light, then the explosion of heat and metal. Not only stating them but it pierced enough of their limbs, much like Heine's bullets. It wouldn't kill them all, but it would give them time to get a headstart away to them.

"C'mon!"