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test drive meme # 35
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 August 25th, and apps are open September 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: GET YOUR RED CAPE READY
[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 they sure are big boys. Big and easily angered and ready to run right over you. This time, the Door has brought in Brontos, from the video game Dragon Age.
Brontos are large oxen-like beasts, though more sure-footed due to spending all their time in caves underground. There are domesticated brontos, bred to haul and be ridden and eaten... but these aren't those. These brontos are wild, one and all, and they are skittish and large and perfectly capable of running you over. Maybe just keep your distance.]
SCENARIO TWO: DESERTED
[You're alone. Completely alone, as far as you can tell. Nothing here works - oh, there's food in the stores, sure, but the water's not running, the electricity isn't working. There's not a soul on the streets, where you would normally expect to see at least a few people here and there.
So what will you do? Smash windows and grab food from the stores? (Well, the doors are all unlocked, but hey, who doesn't love smashing windows.) Shout in the streets in hopes someone will hear? Curl into a ball and cry? All valid choices. But then, what will you do when you do find someone, after thinking you were all alone? Someone you like, someone you hate, a complete stranger?
This is a mini version of our Deserted event this month.]
S O R R O W
SCENARIO THREE: ONE MORE CHANCE
[You can't stop thinking about the one who got away. They've been on your mind - well, it feels like forever, but maybe it's only been a few days. A few hours. But you can't stop thinking about them and regretting what could have been.
Maybe it's a failed romance. Maybe a broken friendship. Maybe a family member who walked away - or who you walked away from. Even a business partner who things ended poorly with. Whatever it was, you regret how things went down. If only you had another chance, a chance to fix things!
And then, there they are. The person you've been thinking of. What will you do? Beg forgiveness? Make amends? Run away? Make your decision and take action, because as soon as you do it you might realize it was never that person at all. You might have just poured out your heart and begged forgiveness from a complete stranger.]
sojiro sakura; p5. ( voicetesting! )
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Boss? [The artist calls after him, tentative at first. Then more loudly, as he sees him heading for the shore--]
Boss!
what's a heart (': i don't need one of those right
nope, please leave all hearts for thieves to collect at the door
fiiiiine
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The stranger's voice startles her out of another too vivid memory of Hikari with blank eyes and Homeostasis's message on her tongue. Maki takes a second to gather her scattered thoughts. ]
I'm sorry, no. [ She shakes her head. ] I'm Himekawa. Whoever you thought I was probably isn't here.
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Komaeda calls out to him.]
Um......hey, are you all right? Are you looking for someone? [He's a few metres behind Sojiro.]
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Kettara Bloodthirst | World of Warcraft
[ Your day is done, little girl.
Kettara comes to on the ground, kicking at the dirt and scrabbling for her axes. Her blood is up, threatening to go into a full rage - the kind she’s only seen in others, never experienced herself - and she stands with a roar, ready to fight. Master Shotoa, the traitor, intends to gut her? He sees her as a child?
Fine. Death will be his teacher, as it apparently failed the lesson all those years ago.
Only Shotoa and his Grimtotem killers are nowhere to be seen.
Kettara moves in a slow circle, axes held ready. She summons her totems, just for the comfort of having them by her side.
The elements sigh, but respond. Something is wrong here. ]
Shotoa! Where are you hiding?
[ She roars a battle cry, clanging her axes together. The other Earthen Ring apprentices are older and most of them are better with appeasing the elements, but Kettara is a Frostwolf to her core, a warrior first. She can fight.
The only thing to fight is a group of four-legged creatures that remind her of kodo. They eye her suspiciously. ]
Two
[ Kettara is meditating. It seems like the thing to do. She doesn’t know this place or its strange, empty buildings. She’s heard of human settlements from the other shaman and has vague, confusing recollections of her own time in the camps and this seems like the sort of place they would build, with glass windows.
That seems horribly unsuitable to her. Why would you waste glass on something so easy broken?
There’s no one there she might ask. No one living, at least, and even Kettara’s own ancestors never seemed terribly interested in speaking with her. The ones that inhabit this place, if they linger, seem likewise uninclined.
Her questions remain.
So she sits in the middle of the road, legs crossed, and meditates. If she’s patient, if she listens, the wisdom will come to her.
She keeps her weapons close, though. Just in case. Neither the ancestors nor the elements care for helping fools. ]
Wildcard
[ Hit me! ]
Two!
Fucking.... C'mon...
[If she comes to investigate she will find an emaciated human in a deputy uniform pushing a crate absolutely loaded with canned food down the street. It would be smarter and easier to make a few trips instead of trying to shove something that weighs more than him back to his house, but Pratt wants to hole up in his place and not leave. He refuses to be here for the Reaping.]
Be strong. Be strong. Can do this.
[shooooooooooove.]
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One
Caedra watches from a distance at first as the newest monsters circle the young orc, and then charge. Will she handle them on her own, or will they leave her a smear of gore on the arena stones? She certainly looks like she can handle those weapons, but her enemies are large and several in number. She holds her own sword ready, a long fine black rapier, in case one of them turns to try and take her on instead. At her slight five feet of height she might look like an easier target. What Caedra does not do is help. Not for now, anyway.]
Are you going to just stand there and look at them?
[She will, however, taunt.]
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one
His second thought is that he's no longer in Walder Frey's hall. Someone shouts, a voice he's never heard before, then follows the sound of steel. He responds immediately, sitting up, hand reaching for a sword that is unexpectedly right there.
(It shouldn't be there. He hadn't had it with him in the hall. He'd had nothing to defend his wife and mother or himself--)
There's no time for confusion. In a heartbeat he's on his feet, certain only that he doesn't know where he is and that he's never seen this woman before. There isn't time to be suspicious of her before he sees four massive animals. His swordpoint wavers between the woman and them, unsure where the greater threat is coming from.]
Who are you? What is this place?
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ONE
Looks like she already has, actually. Spider-Man over here had been on his way out (by spider climbing his ass up a wall like a perfectly normal human being), but with all these critters looking like they were ready to gang up on this newcomer, he couldn't just bail out. That would be a dick move. So hes gonna stick around, and call out to her from his perch on the wall.]
Hey, uh, you there! Watch out for those things, they hit really hard. I got run over by like three of those earlier, it's kind of awful.
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Two
normally, Tinya is used to being in the thick of things with her friends in the Legion by her side. this place and its overwhelming loneliness is getting to her badly.
she chooses to approach Kettara on foot, making plenty of noise by scuffing her feet against the ground to alert her to Tinya's presence]
Um. Hello? I'm sorry to interrupt, it's just that you're the first person I've seen in days.
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Cirdan | Tolkien
The sea is a constant state of change, as the Elven Shipwright well knows. But even this is more change than Cirdan is used to. From the door of his cabin to this strange island- for he can still smell the sea air, hear the waves crash against the shore- he senses the danger before he sees it and steps out of immediate peril.
The silver-haired male keeps moving, seemingly dancing just out of reach of deadly horns as he works to figure out what had just happened. The why doesn't yet matter, he'll figure it out eventually. But the now has him concerned. He's Teleri, not Silvan. But he's still one of the Eldar, and an old one at that (only the very old elves can have beards like he does).
So he sings, still moving out of reach of the beast. A song of the sea, of the tide coming in and out with the phases of the Moon. A still night, wind gentling to just a breeze. Maybe it doesn't work as well as expected, but the beast shakes his head and charges off instead of continuing to try and gut him.
Wildcard! Hit me!
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A sharp, high whistle, and there is magic woven into that, power and command, to drag the beasts attention towards someone who can actually fight it, Maglor standing there with blade in hand.
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Is he an Elf? She feels certain the light Cirdan gives off is unmistakable, yet she has never seen one of their kind with a beard. Unsheathing the sword Maedhros had made for her so long ago, she tries to not draw the monster's attention. Her focus is on getting this new arrival to safety.
"Please... Come this way..." she holds the sword in one hand, but the other hand is extended towards him, "The monsters never last."
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Thank you for making me die laughing XD
my job is done here then :D
XD
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anode | transformers idw
she barely remembers her feet hitting the ground, let alone whatever she did to piss this thing off. she ducks out of the way around a corner, hoping that the thing is stupid enough to just keep plowing ahead. ]
Hey, uhh, is this normal here? 'Cause if so, I'm out. Put me back in through whatever teleported me here. I'll take the next adventure, thanks.
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[If she were to follow the sound of this new voice, she will find that there's some guy in a flashy suit sticking to the wall above her. He totally gives her a little wave, too. Don't mind him, he just hangs out in here around new people time.]
Also we're kinda stuck here, I can explain that in a minute though. Looks like your buddy's about to come back around.
[That charging monster seems to have finally realized that whoever it was chasing has given it the slip, and it sure is turning it's butt around. ROUND 2.]
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scrEAM i didn't realise she was that tall HAHA I LOVE IT
GOOD BC I LOVE THIS THREAD (she is usually...MUCH taller)
Jesse and Transformers is one of my fave things JSYK
GOOD BECAUSE THIS IS QUICKLY BECOMING ONE OF MY FAV THINGS
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Clementine l The Walking Dead
Prompt One:
[Okay. Clementine is not unused to vicious wild animals. What with that dog she encountered before back home. So this isn't really anything new? Exactly? Still, she shifts, cautious, slowly, in wanting to keep her distance, her pistol at the ready in case it did notice her and happen to charge or something.
These things were intimidating in being bigger in size, even larger than the dog she encountered back home. But that still didn't mean they were invincible. That a bullet couldn't at least hurt them and slow them down. She hopes. Maybe if she was quiet she could just slowly get some distance from them. She's not sure if hiding might be a good option in trying to just wait them out. Though she is not unused to that either, in dealing with walkers back home.]
Prompt Two:
H-hello?
[It's quiet. Not something she was unused to given that most of the time on the road or outside the cities or such, areas were deserted back home too. Thanks to the walkers. Making any noise in such quiet usually would set her teeth on edge. Make her tense for fear of being heard and found. But this seemed different? This wasn't home. She hadn't seen walkers.
Hadn't seen.....anyone. And that unnerved her as much as it was also perhaps in some way a relief of sorts in and of itself. Considering that meant she wasn't in danger from being attacked, meant she did not need to worry about protecting someone else. But it also meant she didn't have anyone else to support her. Didn't even have any familiar faces either to help her.
She will go for some food though, by trying and opening the door. Hey, she's quite used to scavenging to survive at this point. So Clementine has no qualms on stocking up. If and when she does see or hear someone, she'll be unsure. Probably initially try hide and stay quiet. Wary on if she should trust them or not at first.]
Prompt Three:
[For Clementine, the one person that stands out the most for her, among all her companions that she traveled with, that all helped her along the way over the years, is Lee. Lee, who had first found her after she had been alone when it had all started. Lee, who had taught her basics of survival and shown her that someone didn't need to forget about morals during it all.
Still, she can't help the disbelief, the guilt that settles in her gut as her vision blurs with tears at the sight of him. Considering what had happened to him as a result of him trying to find and save her back then.]
Lee.....? How -- I'm so sorry......
prompt two howdy
Thankfully, the freaking out was already out of his system by now. As soon as Peter hears the sound of another living person entering the shop, he practically leaps out from behind whatever shelf he'd been rummaging around on. Y'know, instead of being like, slow and careful.]
H-hey! Hello!?
[Maybe try not to give people a heart attack, Peter.]
hai
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# Three, fake!Lee reporting
Oh no Daryl and kids.His weakness.
He is so predictable
In this case that is clearly a good thing.
Usually a good thing for everyone but Daryl :C
Pretty much.
Eli Lovett | OC
Anybody there? Can anyone hear me?
[Eli's voice comes from deep in his chest, low and taught like a base drum, with some of the inevitable gravel of age to it. His accent is a mixed bag of Southern and French, with the lyric cadence of the deep south but the smooth drawn out vowels of the French language. ]
Excusez moi... Allô, il y a quelqu'un qui m'entend ?
[He alternates between languages, between calling out and straining to listen for an answer. Any answer. Even just the shuffling of shoes or a scuffle in the distance might be more reassuring than the silence and the dark.
But nonetheless he continues in his search, not one to readily give up. From a distance Eli may look intimidating, standing at 6,5 and solidly built he doesn't exactly scream 'push-over' on first inspection. But he's well dressed in a long wine colored coat and a cheerful dijon mustard colored hat, very clearly not from around here.]
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No - she's never met this one before, she realizes, as she walks up and looks him up and down. Mostly up. So the Door still works? Was it abandoned here as well?]
Quite a linguist, aren't you?
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jesse pinkman » breaking bad
He scrambles to his feet, dust from the ground clinging to his jeans. He throws a wild, confused look all around him. He'd been in his house only a moment ago. His empty house, with its empty silence, the dark of night cloistering down on him as he'd lain on a makeshift bed of sleeping bags on the hardwood floor. Dialling Jane's number, again, just to hear her voice fill all the empty meaninglessness suffocating his head like a cold grave. And now—
A noise behind him. A grunt. A snort. Jesse whips around on the spot, and a breath of shock sucks sharp down his throat as his mouth slackens in gaping disbelief. What... the fuck... is that? He stares at the horns. The solid, looming size of it. The horror of it. Don't move, don't fucking move, stay still, comes a screaming voice of panicked reason bellowing up from among the static of frozen terror in his head. Don't make it chase you!
Too late, though: His feet are already stumbling over each other, clumsy, scattered, and Jesse's body twists around as he begins lurching into a run. Except his feet trip over each other. He goes sprawling forward, landing on his front with a hard thud. The red flip phone skitters from his hand across the dirt, out of reach.
A gasping noise that sounds something like, No! chokes out of him, and Jesse's a mad scrabble of bony knees and hands as he commando crawls towards the phone. The last little piece of Jane he has left. He snatches it up with a fumble of shaky fingers, only just, as the scraping, galloping thud of hooves launch into a charge towards him. He's whimpering, an expression of frantic focus, as he claws his way onto his feet. Unless someone or something comes to his rescue, he might very well be trampled down and gored by the thing now barrelling towards him. ]
» 002. DESERTED[ A noise in one of the stores lining the deserted street. A sudden beam of light that switches on and slices through the darkness. A voice, hushed but still loud enough to be heard with how eerily silent the world is, exclaiming in frantic relieved triumph, "Yeah, bitch!" The beam of light bobs around, sweeps this way, that way. Then switches off again.
Silence for a few moments. Then the scuffling scramble of someone emerging from the store. Broken glass crunching underfoot. A grunt of effort, like whoever is in the store is hoisting themselves up onto something, or climbing onto something. Climbing out of something, more accurately - the broken window above the counter inside the store, seeing the doors are locked tight. A clumsy noise, followed by a sudden startled yelp that's cut off with the thudding grunt of landing awkwardly, heavily on the ground. A short, stifled groan of pain. Then more scrambling, scuffling, shoes crunching under glass again, and a skinny silhouette of a figure lurches up onto his feet and starts walking, limping slightly. ]
» 003. ONE MORE CHANCE[ Apathy is a funny thing, the way it settles over a person like old ashes. Back at home, that's all Jesse could feel, if apathy can really be called a feeling. It's more like acceptance than a feeling, really, isn't it? Acceptance, in Jesse's case, that he is nothing. He has nothing. He deserves nothing. Lacking all control, and not caring. Not even wanting control, because what's the point? He deserves whatever he has coming to him. He understands that so clearly now.
And this place, this terrible, horrible place — if it's Hell, then so be it, Jesse supposes. No point fighting punishment that he deserves. But, oh, the Jane-shaped ache in his chest. An ache as heavy as stone, drowning him in flashes of thoughts that keep looping through his head. Jane, and the way she used to laugh. Jane, and the way she'd hold her cigarette with a dainty yet careless little tilt of her hand by her shoulder, the expression on her face carefully obscuring whatever would be running through her mind. Jane, who made Jesse's heart burst with a warmth as euphoric as heroin hitting his veins. Jane, with those lifeless, glassy eyes staring unseeing up at him while he'd tried and tried to make her breathe long after she'd choked on her last breath. Jane, who— ]
—J... Jane?
[ Jesse, huddled against the wall in his tiny spire unit, knees drawn up to his chest and red flip phone clutched in his hand, is ripped out of his thoughts as he stares up at the person who's just entered. Jane. She's there, right in front of him. Long, black hair. Scheming yet soft, sorrowfully deep eyes. Jane. His Jane. A shaky breath gasps out of him, a tear that's been brimmed along his bottom lid spilling down his cheek. Jesse swallows, tongue suddenly dry like cotton. Bewilderment slices across his face, but then he's unravelling himself to scramble onto his feet. Jesus. Jane? This person standing in front of him can't be Jane. Can't be. ]
» 004. WILDCARD??[ ooc: Honestly, throw whatever at me, dudes. I'm still familiarising myself with the whole setting, so a random choose-your-own-shituation scenario would be super neato. ]
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Stop that thing. Get to him.
The moment the farm fields around him disappeared and he was able to regain his feet Daryl crouched, completely still, taking in his surroundings between short, shallow, panicked breaths. Maybe it was that stillness that let him pass unnoticed when the snorting Bronto moves on Jesse, missing Daryl frozen like a shadow in the dark. He watches it move, big and angry like a bull, watches it close the distance. He has seconds now to act.
At least he's still got his crossbow, and despite all that thick skin, the eyes are always still a weakness.
His arrow takes it in the closest socket and the - animal? thing? - screams, rearing and slowing, and that's when Daryl shoots to his feet, jogging forward as fast as he can while still wincing from the leaking arrow wound in his side. He'd tied it off with a sleeve after the fall, but that poor tourniquet won't last for long.
"C'mon! Get up, would ya?!"
Daryl looks like a terror; he's filthy, sweat-soaked and crazed, bleeding from two wounds - the arrow he'd fallen on and the bullet that grazed on his head just after - but it's the smears of squirrel blood around his mouth and the necklace of hacked-off walker ears around his neck that really paint the picture. He has to drop to one knee to pull back the string to load another arrow, but that bull-thing is way too close so he shoves Jesse behind him with one arm. "You deaf, kid? The hell are you doin'?!"
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Omfg i love this
thank you! <3
Jesse gon think she's so cool once his brown underwear moment passes
she'll be so flattered!
two :> hello there
eeeeeEEEEEEEE!!! now i'm finally home from work, i cAN HIT THIS HARD
yay!!!
Neo-Queen Serenity | Sailor Moon
[ The city is devoid of life as if something dark had risen from the waters surrounding the islands to devour the energy and heart of the people. It's a horrible thing to witness, to feel. There were many times when the fault, in her own world, fell partially at her own feet; in this place, that wasn't the case, though it did not help the sting of loneliness.
Serenity could not bring herself to be certain of anything save for the single, hopeful fact: there was someone else in this lifeless city.
She gathers her excess gown in one hand and grasps her staff in the other, walking slowly through a quiet city. Each heeled step rings out and, every now and again, so does her voice. ]
Hello? Please come out! [ Her voice is sometimes soft and gentle, a sign of her harmlessness, and at others it's playful. ] Ollie ollie oxen free!
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Serenity would feel the wind rush up to meet her, before Jack Frost lands in front of her, holding his own staff in front of him protectively. But there was a weird familiarity he was sensing, but he didn't understand what it was. Of course, the crescent moon mark on her forehead had him tilting his head.]
I heard you. How did you know I was here?
Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead
He's still just as filthy and tired as he was when he arrived here, wherever here is, but being utterly alone among empty streets has truly started to panic Daryl. There's no one here to ask what the hell is going on, or so it seems. No one at all, not even the staggering dead bodies he's grown used to by now. Even those would have been some sort of relief; to see one of them lurch around a dark corner, to know he was still in Georgia and that this place still held something he recognized, even if it was horror and death.
But then... He squints against the shadows, blinking in disbelief. She... it can't be.
"Sophia!?"
He sees her clear as day, standing in the middle of the street, her delicate little ankles and her little rainbow shirt, and Daryl's heart does a somersault of relief in his chest. She's alive. I found her, and then, But how in the hell do I get her back to Carol?
"Sophia!" he calls again, his harsh voice echoing off the buildings around him.
But she doesn't move when he shouts at her, not in any discernable way that would show she's heard him. Daryl moves forward, his hand sweating on his crossbow trigger until he shoulders it and reaches out, still feet away from the girl. Maybe she's afraid of me. Shit, why wouldn't she be, looking like this?
"It's just me, remember? Daryl. Your mom's waitin'. She misses you somethin' fierce. C'mon..."
#4. Wildcard!
--[Just getting used to DWRP and this setting, so throw something fun or adventurous or heartbreaking at me!]
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She's been here a while, long enough to start to know the place, but every face she's met has been a stranger's. When she hears him calling, her chest cramps up with hope and uncertainty. It's just his voice, first, as she comes out of an abandoned building, just the sound of him telling someone to come with him, to come home. Your mom's waiting. She misses you something fierce.
It's a smack to the face. Only yesterday, Beth had seen her--face whole, hair clean, a smile waiting--and had run up to hug her close and ask when she'd gotten here. But it hadn't been her at all, and now--God, what if he's fake, too? She's not sure she can take two of these in as many days. It's lonely enough to be here, wondering where all the other dead go, without wondering about the people she's left behind.
But Mama hadn't spoken, and Daryl is. And he's there in the street, his hair cut short like he wore it years ago, reaching desperately for a little girl who doesn't have a clue who he is. Her heart leaps up, then gets yanked down by the realization of what he's doing. Who he thinks he sees.
"It's not her," is all she can think to call out. It's cruel, but it's better to say it now, isn't it? The longer you think it's real, the more it hurts. Beth comes up to Daryl, setting a hand on his outstretched arm. If she's no longer the sixteen-year-old who kept out of his way on the farm--she's older, gaunter, scarred, with hair that hasn't been cut or straightened in years--she is, at least, still gentle.
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WHOOPS what is brevity (cry-cons for everyone!)
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I'm super down with Daryl losing a fight here, tbh!
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Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians
[Running away from angry rhinos or what have you was actually something Jack was used to. Animals were the only ones who could unconditionally see him. Kids and adults were another matter, at least back home. Here in whatever this depressing place was, he didn't know.
Except the angry rhino thing was charging right at him. It could totally see him. Thankfully, Wind had him in the air in no time.]
Geez, what ticked you off?
[Uh oh. It seemed it wasn't stopping and it was headed straight for someone else! Jack flew quick and held out his staff, suddenly creating a rather icy path for the Bronto to slip, fall, and now slide harmlessly passed you. The Winter spirit stopped shortly passed the stranger.]
You okay? It might come back, we should get outta here.
Scenario Two
Uh... hello?
[The sound of the wind was probably the only thing that could be heard, as Jack flew through the deserted city. It wasn't even a ghost town. It was like everyone seemed to have just up and left.
The sound of bare feet hitting the ground sounded as well, sounded almost loud to his ears, as he checked the various buildings and stores. Just the wind and him, it seemed. Any windows that remained frosted at his presence, the only sign that Jack at been there.]
Hello? Anyone there?
[He held his staff tightly, the dark brown crook glowing a pale blue occasionally as his emotions tensed as he felt more and more alone. This was honestly worse than back home. At least then, there were other spirits and the like, the animals... all he had was the Wind and while he was grateful that he allowed him flight like at home, it was still unnerving that it was the only thing he could hear.]
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Good thing Jack speaks up. Not being completely alone alleviates some of her distress. ]
Yes - my name is Himekawa. I'm not gonna hurt you, whoever you are. [ Given how... murderous some people are, she'd say that's a fair way to greet this stranger. ] I'm just glad I found someone.
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Tyki Mikk | D. Gray-Man | Scenario Two
He has the Teez within him to give him the illusion of company, the reminder of who he is and was still rattling around in his head like old bones, and the fact that he has never really been desperate for companionship in general to comfort him.
He's fine, really. Really.
But sometimes, without a link to his family, he feels uncomfortable. A bit lost. Hollow inside, just barely. He hates emotions sometimes, things like that make him unsettled and irritated. And when those thoughts take over in the quiet of the abandoned streets, he decides to indulge in retail therapy. It's best when it's free, after all.
That, and he's beginning to get hungry.
So he heads into a shop, and is starts rifling through the options behind the counter. Meager pickings, but beggars and thieves have little right to complain about variety. He stacks a few things, and turns to sort through more, hoping to find a stiff drink locked away somewhere.
Crisp and dapper in his suit, he almost looks like a shopkeeper restocking goods.]
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At just barely over five feet tall, the shelves loom over her, but she stands with a confident presence nonetheless, and raises an eyebrow questioningly at her new acquaintance.]
You're well-dressed. What's the occasion?
[Said casually, as if the place hasn't seemed completely abandoned for the last week.]
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DiMA | Fallout
[ DiMA had been doing an offload when the shift occurred. He never quite enters a state you could call sleep, but he does tend to close his eyes when he partitions his mind, chooses which data to send to the memory bank and lets it go. And a century isn't long enough to grow accustomed to that feeling, the way the remaining information can't close around the gaps. A human mind would probably fill them in somehow, even if the connections were just their imagination -- but for DiMA things are just missing, and that's something he has to accept. He assigns each offloaded memory an identifier and prepares to disconnect himself.
Except when he opens his eyes again, he is not in Acadia. He's still hooked up to the guts of his memory bank, but the wires lead to a bare unit sitting on the ground, not housed in the wall with the others. That's... disconcerting. Where is he? How did he get here? Did he somehow offload the explanation? DiMA lifts his head to take in his new surroundings, and is only progressively more confused with each detail he takes in. An open arena, but seemingly abandoned. Unconscious strangers coming to all around him. Huge, angry looking creatures pawing at the ground like they're preparing for a trampling. DiMA is no stranger to threatening mutant life forms, so it's that which has him worried with the most immediacy. His instinct otherwise would be to check on the others and double check he didn't accidentally offload a memory of where they are, which he's still going to do, but now he's prioritizing. Who's still asleep, who's in the path of a beast, who needs help vs who can probably handle themselves?
Slowly, so as not to draw the attention of a Bronto, DiMA reaches down for his memory bank and pulls it in against his chest, holding it tight with one arm... then steps towards the nearest still-unconscious form and kneels, giving them a gentle shake. His voice is calm and kind, but his definitely isn't a human countenance so DiMA is braced for alarm. ]
Please do not panic, but we need to evacuate immediately. Can you stand?
fear; deserted
[ In a lot of ways, DiMA is lucky. He doesn't need food or water, and although eventually he'll need a source of power for his memory bank it's not urgent just yet. All that he really has to contend with is the loneliness. It's been a very long time since he was alone.
Maybe he should be considering it a reprieve? Hadriel, as he's learned this place is called, has been somewhat less than welcoming in a way DiMA also hasn't had to deal with for quite some time. He doesn't really resemble a "Null" from what he's seen of them, but he's very visibly mechanical nonetheless. Plastic skin so heavily damaged that his bare frame is exposed in most places, his body a visible mess of wires and nodes, and cobbled-together synth components jutting from his head and shoulders. It's off-putting to these people, and understandably so. This isn't his world, and they've simply never seen anything like him. DiMA gets it, and he is unfailingly patient... he far preferred giving the same explanation over and over and over to this, this emptiness.
He checks all the major locations he can think of and then simply wanders, hoping to come across even a single soul. ]
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The gunshots, those were next. And then--
Well.
His helmet is off. That's the first thing Ephemera realizes. He's lost his goddamn helmet and there's a series of sharp, throbbing pains in his chest and shoulder. He coughs and it gets worse.
Ow. That's a gunshot. That's multiple gunshots.
And there's someone kneeling over him, someone with a fucked up face, which really should be more concerning than it is.
Ephemera coughs. ]
Get off.
[ He's fine. He's breathing, he's fine. ]
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Starscream | Transformers Prime
[ Well if they wanted evil they certainly got what they were bargaining for. Starscream, standing about 13 ft tall will actually flex his claws at one of those Brontos, as he sneers back at the beast. ] A primitive beast dares try to go against me, Lord Starscream leader of the Decepticons? Ha! What a fool you are for thinking that even for a second-
[ While he's over there running his mouth the brontos apparently has had enough of the chatter and will just start to charge at the other, obviously uncaring, while Starscream will let out a yelp as he looks rather terrified that something would try to attack him. ] What?!
[ Help him before he gets his ass kicked? Or just watch...the choice is yours. ]
One More Chance
[ Well this sure is something. He's never once had any thoughts like this when it came to...Megatron of all people. So when he sees the other, in his newer form possessed by Unicron, he can't help but stop in his tracks.
His expression is...mixed, relief, terror, and odd mixture of both as he flexes his claws a little. It seems like the other just refuses to stay dead, doesn't it? ] Lord...Megatron?
[ He sounds wary but also...incredulous as well. Like he's not sure whether he should be relieved or not. After all being here alone with the other might be even worse than without him. ]
Wildcard
[ I'm down for whatever! Hit me up with something new or the other prompt~ ]
Get Your Red Cape Ready
He looks just like a squishy human being, but Leo is a Sunai monster, and thus much stronger than any normal human. With the bronto distracted on trying to ram into Starscream again, he grabs the beast by the horns, dragging its head around so that it loses its footing with the momentum, and crashes to the ground. It lies there, stunned for the moment, as Leo dusts himself off without a single scratch on him.]
Better move it. That won't stop it for long.
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Luis de Silva | Original Character
Part 1
It wasn't the lack of the living that unsettled Luis, or even the darkened store windows or the silence. That, at least, the young demon was used to. Instead, it was the missing bodies, half decomposed, and the signs of looting. It was wrong to see things so... normal. Quiet, but normal. Where were the bandits? The demons? The decrepit buildings and dark stains that told stories of the gruesome battles that took place on the streets were conspicuously gone.
"What the hell," Luis muttered to himself, kicking a rock across the street to watch it skitter into a gutter, following after it until he carefully pushed open the unlocked door to some downtown deli he didn't recognize. "Hello?" He greeted, hand already on the sword at his hip, despite the fact his arm would likely be able to do more damage from how sharp he could make the icy appendage. "Anyone here?" He asked the empty store, frowning when he saw how stocked the shelves still were with food, grabbing a candy bar with an excited gasp, tearing open the package and devouring the sweet in two bites. It had been years since he'd had chocolate. Or chips. Most of his food these days came from killing the wildlife and whatever canned food they could find.
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The refrigerated food was probably a lost cause from the lack of power, but that didn't stop him from grabbing a warm Coke from the cooler and chugging half of it down. He'd be tempted to grab a beer or four, but it probably wasn't the best idea to get wasted in a strange place like this, not when he had no idea who could be here or where his companions were. He set the bottle down on the counter at the register, going around to check the contents behind it. It was so weird; like everyone had just... packed up and left. He didn't see any signs of an obvious fight, checking for weapons or files or anything that might give him a clue as to where he was and why.
Growling out a curse and empty handed, Luis started shoving food into his backpack before leaving the deli again, looking back and forth down the street until he just decided to go left and see what he could find.
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"Luis!" Kage shouted as he jogged over to the other demon. "You have no idea how relieved I am to see a familiar face, I was starting to think I was alone here." He said, sounding relieved as he reached Luis.
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"Kage" Knute Saus | Original
Part 1
Something was wrong here. Kage was use to mostly deserted cities and the empty stores they held. But this, this was eerie. There was no sound of raiding parties, or even the far off sound of fighting. Not only that, but from where he was, stopped in front of a convenience store, there was not even any dead bodies in sight, and the destruction that had become normal to see in places like this was non existent. He didn't know how he got here, or where here was, but he didn't like it. For the first time in a very long time, he was truly alone.
"Well fuck." Kage sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before turning to the convenience store. It looked like it actually had food. Real junk food by the looks of it. He had thought everything like that had been completely raided, nothing would have been left by raiders, but there it was in all it's prepackaged glory. The thought that it was a trap crossed Kage's mind, but his rumbling stomach made his mind for him. With the promise of food, he pushed the door open and paused when a little bell above the door tinged. When no one jumped out to attack him, Kage headed inside with little hesitation.
A wide grin split Kage's face when he spotted a container of oreos, and he wasted no time in tearing open the package. "Oh fuck yes." He groaned as he popped one into his mouth and savored the sweet goodness of it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even seen an actual cookie. Kage ate a few more before tucking the pack into the backpack he carried before going through the store and looting what food and snacks he could find, most of it being sweets and jerky. When he spotted a water bottle, he snatched it up and wasted no time in chugging the bottle down, setting it on the counter rather than just tossing it.
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"That should do it..." Kage said to himself, sitting outside the store and looking through his bag before zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder. Perhaps now that he'd eaten and gathered food and drinks he might be able to find someone, anyone out there. With that thought in his mind, he began to walk again, hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his side.
"Hello! Is anyone out here!" He called, hoping someone might answer, and if they did that they might know what was going on here. He hoped he could run into his companions, especially Ciro, but with how strange this place seemed he had a feeling that may not be what would happen.