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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.]
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[He's going to be a sad man if alcohol is a rare find. He enjoys every one of his vices, he cultivates them like a horticulturist cares for treasured plants. It's not addiction, no, it's amusement. And he's going to have to find another vice to fill his time at this rate.
He raises an eyebrow at how she suggests for him to tastes it.]
I'm not entirely foolish. [He opens the bottle and takes a whiff. It nearly floors him. He's never smelled anything like it, not wine, not Akuma oil, not blood and certainly not sausage-flavored water...
Although, that would be interesting.] What's this now? You smell it. Tell me what you think.
[He offers her the bottle with a smirk. It would take a good amount of alcohol to get him to take a swig of whatever that is.] It seems thick. But I doubt it's ink.
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[Like everyone else.
Caedra eyes the bottle curiously, then shakes her head. Some extremely potent vapor is rising from it just enough for her to smell a hint of it at a distance. It's not good.]
Maybe it's paint thinner. Or someone else's failed attempt at homemade liquor, abandoned here as a joke. I'll take it if you don't want it, though. I know someone who can identify it.
[Which doesn't mean she'll bring it to him. Free poisons are fun, after all.]
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[He's not sure who's here, who's not, or even who's supposed to be here. He's not exactly a social butterfly, after all. If the person isn't connected well into his inner circle, they might as well not exist to him.
He rotates the bottle just so, before closing it up again. He's just about done with that scent, even if he's curious about what the contents might be. Rather curious.
He has little use for it, though. So he won't be keeping it. Curiosity won't kill this cat, and there's no point hanging onto it for the sake of having it.
He sets it down on the counter top, and gestures at it lazily.]
You're more than welcome to it, regardless of what's inside.
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She picks it up and looks it over herself, but - not much to be told with the thing closed up, and she can't be bothered to investigate further right now. Just places it in her bag, then readjusts her hold on her stack of supplies and looks up at her new acquaintance.]
Are those tattoos? Those crosses?
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Caedra is extreme though, even for his tastes.
But that's neither here, nor important. Not much really is to him in this place.
He blinks at the question, as if he'd forgotten. That's right. No white form for now. No hiding what makes him different. Only his actions mark the sides for now, he's shown in his physical Noah form for all to see.
Not that she matters enough to hide from, in the end. She's not a Noah, or an Exorcist, so for now she's little more than amusement. But she is interesting enough to keep him talking. There's not much else to do in this empty place to pass the time.]
Those? Ah. Stigmata. A mark of my faith.
[He laughs, head tilting a bit.] They're just scars. Nothing more. [They really aren't important. What is? The Noah genes, his family. The stigmata makes for a nice accessory. But they're nothing that defines him.]
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The number of devout here are remarkably few. And I don't mean that's because they're all gone now - before, I mean. So many of the people in this city spoke as if they believed no gods could exist at all. It's probably why our captors are - were - so successful at their deception, if these people had never encountered the divine before and had nothing to compare to. Who do you follow, who places such an interesting mark on their faithful?
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[Among all of those who carry the Noah's genes, Tyki is one of the most conflicted and he isn't the best at sticking to the plot. He'd rather have fun, living with the humans he's supposed to hate. Enjoying the simple life with people that he might very well have to kill in the future.
But his family are god's chosen. Sacred monsters made by God's grace, the true apostles of the Lord of their world. World repopulators and world destroyers. Survivors of the great flood.
Despite that, he's not the best at faith as a whole.] A good sheep is best for the flock. The church usually wants a little more devotion than I'm able to give.
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[She's not sure whether she believes him or not, but she'll roll with it. Perhaps where he comes from, he's shunned for his particular choice. Perhaps he has other reasons to hide. If he's being truthful, it's usually considered a terrible choice for a mortal to make, but Caedra certainly doesn't mind. If he doesn't end up a petitioner to some god, or enslaved by some infernal creature after his death, then it doesn't particularly affect her. The number of them who are content to live selfish lives only contributes to the vast fields of lonely, wandering souls in the gray wastes along Anahita's shores - and their selfishness and resulting strife, in the meantime, is a source of great entertainment sometimes.]
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[For Tyki, it's less about God than genetics. There are roles to play, and the divine in his home world seems rather conflicted about what it really wants. He's not even mortal, in the truest sense. He's human, but not. Reborn through cells and awakened power.
Tyki may someday die. Perhaps not. But his Noah's memory will always be reborn through the descendants...
Something like that, at least.
Religious conversation is terribly dull to him, however. Aside from the prettiness of some of the rituals, and holiday services, he tends not to have much to do with organized faith.
He sighs, and shakes his head.]
Surely there's something more interesting to talk about than this? Or are you one who enjoys discussions of dogma?
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[That and being on the lookout for which actual gods might have their eyes on this plane, drawn to it by their followers, is useful to know. So far, though, the few she knows of must be content to let her remain imprisoned here, unfortunately.]
But if you disagree, then I have two requests. One: you suggest something that interest you, and two: we find a more suitable place to converse than the inside of an abandoned shop.
[And if he doesn't want that? Fuck him. She doesn't care. She adjusts her things and heads for the door, whether he's following or not.]
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[He can't honestly disagree with her logic. The abnormal is interesting. But more interesting than that to him, is the idea of what constitutes abnormal. What's normal, or abnormal, is rather subjective in his opinion.
He's not sure that he wants to follow. But it's dreadfully boring alone. So he shrugs, and grabs a few things, shoving them into pockets as he comes around from behind the counter. She's hardly fantastic company. But he supposes that questionable company is better than no company at all.
So he'll follow her, for now.]
I doubt what interests me would interest you. I'm a dreadfully simple man. [He fusses through his pockets once more, looking for the partial pack of cigarettes he's been working on.] Do you smoke?
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[She learned about it recently. Even got to try some. It's boring as far as drugs go, and the stench isn't something she's much of a fan of. Too much cleanup for too little benefit, and the tone of her question as she glances back does indeed suggest she'll be disappointed if the answer is 'yes'.]
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[He's a bit boring when it comes to chemical vices. Just a little tobacco and alcohol. Nothing more as a general rule. He just hasn't had a lot of interest in experimenting that way.]
I'll take that as a no, then.
[His favorite vice, his most interesting one, involves meat eating golem butterflies. Most human ideas of fun just don't compare to it.] But you'd be interested if it was something else?
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[Which isn't to say that an actual herbalist couldn't make something fun, but to her knowledge, none of them have tried. Or they don't have any actual herbalists. Or said doctor hates the very concept of fun most days, despite her best efforts.]