dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #33

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.]

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When he does turn to look at Devan, what he'll see is that she, out of fear and habit, has shifted right back from her human form into her pixie one. And so here she is, hovering inches above his sword, looking at him with wide, dark eyes, fear written all over her face.

Still, when he asks, Devan nods, her whole body moving with it. "I'm good."

She's agile, and would have dodged even if she'd managed to maintain her human form. But right now, she's too taken with his eyes, and she flies a little closer to his face, 4-inches tall pixie tilting her head at him.

"What are you?"

The question is full of wonder, not judgment. She is a curious creature.

Geralt was aware of many creatures, hags, wraiths and ghouls. Being a Witcher meant he had to know of them- But he'd never actually met a Pixie, not face to face like this anyway. Spotting her straight away where she hovered, lowering his sword slightly, so not to clip her with the tip of it, looking off after the monster, making sure it wasn't about to come back, wounded and pissed off.

Geralt furrowed his eyebrows a little as she came in so close. He was used to people commenting on his eyes sure, but he wasn't used to them being so small and so close. Fighting off the urge to shoo her from his face, Geralt instead cocked an eyebrow at her question.

"I'm a Witcher. You're of the Fay, are you not?"

Sheeting his sword slowly and holding up the back of his hand for her to stand upon if she was so inclined. Geralt was just as curious about her as she was of him.

"Never seen your kind with my own eyes. Pretty, if not a little small."

A Witcher? No idea what that meant - sure, they had witches, back home, a few wizards, but they were more rare than bamboo surviving a panda cub.

"Like - a witch type of person, or am I completely off-base, here?"

He was sword fighting, which made her feel like she was probably kinda off-base. Witches didn't fight with swords, although to be fair, no one fought with swords anymore back home. Even Vampires used guns these days.

'One of the Fay'. One day, it would not offend her anymore, maybe. As is, she lands on his hand, and crosses his arms, looking as unimpressed as a 4 inch barely out of her teens girl could look like.

"I'm a Pixie, from the Jungnogwon tribe. I'm not a Faerie. Faeries are obnoxious assholes who get high on their own farts."

She relaxes after afterwards, shrugging a shoulder as she tries not to blush too hard when he says she's pretty.

"I can shapeshift into a human form, but when we got attacked I just... turned back. Habit, you know? ANyway, how come you got cat eyes? Is it a Witcher thing, or a you thing?"

Sarcasm ran through Geralt as deep as a tree root, there were times when he could rein it in and others when he actively revelled in it. Now was one such time.

"Mhm, see that?" Rolling a shoulder, so that she could see the other sword strapped to his back, the steel one. "That's my broom. I fly around skies singing spells to lure babes from their mothers, so I might put them in a boiling pot and gobble them up."

What? It wasn't unusual for Crones to do such thing and if she really though he was a Witch then maybe she was just as ignorant as the Faeries she seems to despise so much.

So, she was a Pixie and from a thriving tribe too? That was good, to know that magical types were still doing well, especially ones he's only read about in texts. Though he'd joked with her about what he was, he felt it was only fair to come clean, after all, she'd been perfectly honest with him.

"Last Faerie I met gave me a nasty bite. I can already tell you're more civilized, sorry for the mistaken identity." Geralt offered a smile and nodded to her slowly.

"Being a Witcher means I ought to know these things. It's my job to hunt down and kill monsters. As for my eyes, yea, you could say they're both a Witcher and a me thing." Geralt was part of a group that underwent further, more extreme mutations and experiments, this made his hair turn white at a younger age as well as the added bonus of the cat-eyes. He gestured to his eyes with two fingers then lightly touched the tip of his finger to the middle of her forehead.

"Means I can see you in the dark better than you could see me, so watch out." All joking in tone and manner of course!

He was curious about her human form but through the questions he had could wait until she was more sure about him, more settled in his presence.

Devan narrows her eyes, squinting at the Witcher as he talks about flying around and eating babies. She's about to reply when he continues, though, and placates his offense by calling her civilized. Yes, good, she is, thank you very much. She was raised well.

"So you don't eat babies, but you kill monsters who do. Got it."

She nods. "We don't have people like you, back home. But non-Humans tend to stay hidden anyway, we're very self-regulatory. We don't want Humans to know we exist, so we deal with our own troubles. We do get bounty hunters, though. Do you get paid for the job? Are you the only one?"

Excuse her, she's curious. And out of curiosity, too, she reaches back to brush a hand again one of her wings, gathering some dust on her fingers.

"If you were lying, by the way, and actually want to be able to fly one day, I can help you. So you better be nice to me."

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