test drive meme # 38

[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 November 24th, and apps are open December 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: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC MOTHERFUCKER
[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.

Of course, a War Unicorn may not seem too lethal, but anyone who's seen Cabin in the Woods knows that they pack a powerful, uh, stab (cw for gore). War Unicorns are mighty beasts, larger than most horses and made of raw muscle. They might seem cute and cuddly in concept, but they're trained to use their horns to blind their opponents before trampling over them with their ironclad hooves and their two thousand pound bulk.

Want to try to bring one down? It's harder than it looks, thanks to their natural magic resistance- many offensive abilities and spells simply don't work on them, and you might piss them off if you try, so be careful...]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO TWO: REMEMBER ME
[It may have just been a brush against the shoulder, a quick handshake, a simple hug- but at the first touch of skin on skin, suddenly you see the other person's memories. This can range anywhere from a recent moment to something traumatic from their past and can be done willingly, if you like.

Of course, once you realize what's going on, you might want to bundle up and avoid contact with everyone- though you might look a little strange, so don't be surprised if someone asks you what you're doing!

This is a mini version of our Memories Past event this month.]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: PASS THE TURKEY
[It's that special time of year again, where you get to hang out with people you only kinda sorta know and catch up with every other month or so and pretend that you're all really close for the sake of food.

Because of course, there's a splendid feast waiting for you- juicy turkey and warm stuffing and your very favorite potato dish! The only downside is that you have to spend your evening with these losers, but we're sure you'll find something to talk about!

Well- maybe not religion, relationships, or politics. How 'bout that weather we're having?]

Comments

[judgementor]

I beg your pardon.

[Stay behind him? His role as a defender notwithstanding Red Wine is loath as ever to take any others from his fellow Soul in a situation as strange as this one. He stays where he is, drawn almost level with him, sword in hand and his eyes sharp.

Just who do you think you're talking to anyway, Steak?

A battle is just as well. It allows for a potent distraction from the many, many questions he has about just where they are and why. But Steak's here, and that can really only mean one thing.]

What did you do this time?!

[battlebound]

( Oh for crying out loud--

It's just Red Wine. And that makes it easy enough to slip into familiar patterns, Steak baiting the horned horse at the front, his personal bubble absorbing the impact of it's hooves. )

What's that supposed to mean?!

( He certainly didn't lead them into this trap, and despite his initial suspicions, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Bloody Mary either. And if Red Wine is asking that...

Well, it isn't his fault either. Unfortunately. Steak would have loved the chance to take his swords to the other Soul. )

[judgementor]

Do you expect me to believe it's a coincidence that you're here as well?

[But familiar patterns, and they know one another's moves better than any other Soul. Red Wine falls into it easily, darting to the rear of the creature in a blur of deep red and black to slice gracefully at the backs of its legs.

Moments later, he's back at Steak's side. He hasn't even broken a sweat.]

Draw it again, I have an idea.

[battlebound]

( Well, if Steak had to guess, it might have something to do with being in the same place before they woke up here, but when there's a vicious horned beast in their vicinity, happily trying to stomp down on both of them, he isn't giving it a lot more thought.

Clear this obstacle first, and then they can worry about what magic caused this. )

Very well. ( It already appears weakened, which is good, and Steak is in no mood to draw out this fight by arguing, even with Red Wine. The bastard does, at least, have an impressive amount of ability in combat and they've devised countless plans to defeat things far worse than this before. Without hesitation, he darts forward, deflecting the horn with a sword as it attempts to gore him, slicing the other at its neck. )

[judgementor]

[Obviously, all of this is Steak's fault, and Red Wine will maintain this until proven otherwise. In battle, at least, they always manage to work together even as they argue and he takes the immediate opportunity offered to him to move behind the creature again and leap lightly up onto its back.

It does not take the mounting well, and immediately tries to buck him off. Red Wine balances, acrobat-like, on the struggling beast and with a single smooth stroke of his sword, its head slides forwards and hits the ground before its legs even begin to buckle.

Red Wine makes a soft sound of disgust and hops backwards to avoid being spattered with blood.]

As no Fallen I've ever seen.

[battlebound]

( Yes, the defence Soul is uniquely qualified to teleport them to an unknown kingdom. But, in this, he trusts Red Wine. They've been together for almost as long as Steak has been summoned into existence, fighting things far worse than this beast. He hardly blinks when Red Wine leaps onto its back, merely grits his teeth and prepares to strike should this plan go wrong.

(He's loath to admit it, but Red Wine's plans rarely do, and his ability to get behind enemies complements Steak's head-on style perfectly. Just another reason they can never truly leave each other, isn't it?)

The blood hits him quite squarely in the chest, spraying his face as he sheathes his swords once more, and Steak can only grimace and wipe the droplets from his eyes before glaring at Red Wine for that. )

Nor I. ( The admission is huffed out, though surely Red Wine knows that much. Steak will never say it, never need to, but Red Wine has been around far longer than he has and knows far more of Steak's existence than Steak knows of his. ) What is this place?

( For once, he feels no compulsion to avoid admitting that he has no idea where they are, if only because he knows Red Wine is as hopelessly lost here. )

[judgementor]

[He wants to know the answer. He wants to know it very badly, and not solely because it would mean he could throw it in Steak's face. There's a distinct sensation of being unsettled here, a fuzzy-around-the-edges uncertainty that he can't put his finger on, and his eyes rove slowly around the coliseum before he finally, reluctantly has to admit it.]

I don't know.

[As begrudging as the statement is, it comes out quiet, and he doesn't shield his concern from his companion. At times like this one, they need to stick together.]

But others here require assistance. We can ask our questions later.

[battlebound]

( He can't argue that point, either. This situation is far removed from their usual, and requires... some amount of shelving the bickering, shifting to that seamless teamwork they display when fighting something. The wordless agreement on a conclusion.

Their questions on where, what and why will have to wait until the immediate danger has been stopped. )

Let's go.

( Not that he's really giving Red Wine a moment to consider that, already charging to the nearest person accosted by one of these monsters. Red Wine should hardly need that time, anyway. )