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Test Drive Meme #40
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 January 24th, and apps are open February 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: SLURP SLURP
[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.
What's that on the ceiling? Who's that skittering along the wall? Why, it's none other than the the Licker, from the Resident Evil series.
The licker crawls around on walls and ceilings and can easily avoid all attacks with their creepy crawly acrobatics. Watch out for those tongues, though- they can whip you with them and catch you off balance. They love waiting in dark corners to jump at you and slash you with their oversized claws, as seen here. Luckily, their brains are exposed and they're quite blind- move quietly and avoid their notice, or attack them in their weak spot to get away safely. Be careful though, they tend to travel in packs...]
T R A N Q U I L I T Y
SCENARIO TWO: CABIN IN THE WOODS
[It's nice outside. There's a heat to the air that permeates through the muggy interior of the cabin, but at night, it's cool enough that you can relax and see all the stars in the sky. The hot tub is a nice contrast to the chilly night air and the possibilities are practically limitless!
So cook something up on the grill, go hunting, or just relax and definitely don't get murdered, because you do happen to have a bit of an odd cabin mate. Why are the two of you sharing this cabin? Well, that's up for you to decide, but whether you're close friends who decided to take a vacation together or random strangers stuck together by circumstances, you're here for awhile so you might as well take the time to relax and get to know one another up here in these mountains!]
R A G E
SCENARIO THREE: MONSTER HOUSE
[It seems like you've just misplaced a few items at first- but after awhile, it becomes apparent that the items are misplacing themselves. Weird, right?
Maybe not that weird, because soon afterward, items of all shames and sizes start to move around, now well within sight. Their intent is clearly to annoy or even harm you, depending on how dangerous the item is... maybe a deathly pair of pants, to a set of keys that keeps running away from you, to a house consumed with the desire to- well, consume you.
Be careful of everything, be suspicious of items that may be trying to lure you in with their stillness, and have fun! This event is based on Hadriel's It's Aliiiive! event this month.]
Chyler Silva | Halo: Forward Unto Dawn
[ When Chyler comes through the door, she doesn't come alone.
The teen is in full tac gear, with a MA5K Carbine slung across her back and an enormous rifle-like weapon cradled in her arms. A creature--person?--towers over her, dressed in full armor and snarling in a guttural language with a voice almost unnaturally deep.
Chyler hoists the weapon, backing up a couple of steps, bracing herself--and she fires, the recoil knocking her backwards onto the ground as one of the Lickers wraps its tongue around the Sangheili Zealot and yanks it over backwards. The sickly green projectile from Chyler's weapon smashes the Licker to goo against the roof of the tunnel she's found herself in.
But that leaves the Zealot, climbing to its feet and dragging the remains of the Licker's tongue from around its neck. And it leaves Chyler with the wind knocked out of her, a clear target, the alien weapon just out of reach. ]
TRANQUILITY
[ Chyler is not about this whole trapped in another universe thing. She's not able to relax, not with the remains of her cadre out there somewhere, facing down creatures she knows nothing about, struggling to survive. What do they think happened to her? Where do they think she went? Have they left her behind? She hopes so, honestly, she hopes they didn't stop to look for her when she disappeared.
That's where her thoughts are as she stands at the edge of the little cabin's porch, arms crossed, scowling out at the quiet woods. She's wearing her uniform, scrubbed clean and stitched up after her arrival.
Her hand is wrapped compulsively around her dog tags, squeezing them until she can feel the metal pressing against her palm. ]
Fear
Today's different. That's fun.
There's a Zealot getting back up. And it does not look friendly. Looks like it's about to smash the newcomer.
Ephemera lifts up his arm and whistles. The Zealot turns with the growl. ]
Hi.
[ A couple things are universal, no matter what. One of them is thus: Fire Bad. Napalm Worse. Ephemera's always been fond of simple solutions. A face full of napalm never fails to get anyone's attention. No matter how well trained, no matter how good their armor is, everybody stands up and pays attention. Never failed before.
And it doesn't fail now. The Zealot goes staggering back, screeching and clawing at its face. ]
War's over, motherfucker. You stand down or -
[ It screeches. Starts advancing.
Okay. No truce today.
Ephemera just sighs and lifts his rifle. Shoots it in the head. Hopes he hasn't done something really stupid that he'll have to explain to Washington or Tucker later. ]
Oi! You still alive over there?
[ Looks like a newcomer in tactical gear, though no armor he recognizes. Pretty much a miracle if they're still standing after tangling with a Zealot. For his part, Ephemera is clad entirely in a set of black and red armor, an assault rifle held at the ready. He wears no symbol of rank or allegiance. Only the wrist mounted flamethrowers, which disengage back into his gauntlets. ]
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tranquility
He struggled with a lot of the same thought Chyler is having, when he first arrived in Hadriel. Pulled from a firefight, not knowing what happened to his friends or the soldiers he'd been leading. He knows how how it works, that they were all okay, but he still doesn't approve of the head games here. Never will. He'll fight them as much as he can on any given day, and part of that means sticking to his routine. It's only just barely dawn and he's out running, running, the only sound the crunch of leaves under his feet and his harsh breathing. When he comes along her cabin Wash glances up at it curiously and is surprised to see a girl on the porch.
Even more surprised when he recognizes the damn uniform, and so he slows to a stop in front of her, trying not to stare. ]
...uh... hi.
[ Smooth, Wash. Why should she have any reason to respond to you? He kind of wishes now he was in his armor. He'll make it a little clearer. ]
Are you new around here, Cadet?
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tranquility
Know what else is bullshit? Finding himself in some cabin in the woods with no memory of how he got there. He ditches the place (and his baffled cabin mate) immediately. Stomps outside in full armor and starts trying to find something familiar. A landmark; a street; anything that'll tell him where the hell he is now.
There's nothing. And by the time the sun sets, all Maine's managed to do is get real fucking frustrated.
The Freelancer comes to a halt beside yet another cabin. Lets out a low growl, harsh and weirdly wet-sounding thanks to the ruin that is his throat. He tilts his head back and stares up at the stars through the gold dome of his visor. He doesn't know this sky. That, at least, is familiar.
Belatedly, a small figure in his peripheral catches his attention. He turns to look, immediately (and damn near instinctively) zeroing in on the uniform. It's not one he's worn. Not one he knows like the back of his hand. But it's distinctly military — and for some reason, it reminds him of home.
Of course, Maine has no idea that his own style of armor and towering 7'4" stature may be a hell of a lot more familiar to Chyler than she currently is to him. ]
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Tranquility
Kettara prefers the wolf form, sometimes. This body doesn't get cold and she can run like a true wolf. Sometimes she howls up at the sky, hoping someone will answer. No one has, yet.
Unfortunately, the company that she keeps is not the kind she wants. This one is human and female. A small one.
Kettara bares her teeth again. Stay away ]
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Liv Moore | iZombie
[There is that moment of grogginess, wherein Liv contemplates what exactly has happened. Even as a hand comes up to her head and her eyes open, confusion flashes. She had been... at the morgue. That much she recalls. A cupcake. Yes, she had been making a cupcake. Not just any cupcake, mind, but one from the brain of the most recent deceased murdered suspect.
While some may find it a little creepy down there, it holds nothing to where she currently is, which is certainly not a morgue. She rises slowly, brushing the dirt off of her lab coat and presses the wigged hair behind her shoulders. As it is, she is standing there, a puzzled expression on her face. She does, surprisingly, look like your average human being today. Her skin has been tanned from its alabaster white, and her seemingly bleached blonde hair is a softer blonde, longer in length than usual. Black shoes, dark blue jeans and a black top patterned with cherries are partially covered by that white medical jacket that she wears.]
There goes my meal.
[It is half muttered under her breath, because whatever this is, she really wants nothing to do with it. Bad enough that her picture is plastered all across the newspaper (nevermind which paper it is), but now she's going without her meal, and stuck in who the heck knows where. Well, there has to be some logical answer, right? Or something, maybe... Drugged? But Ravi? Is he okay?
She stands there for a while, brow furrows, sorting through what she knows, although the scientific part of her is wondering how she knows this. A memory wipe? Even that doesn't make sense to her. There is a huff, arms crossing over her chest as she looks around. It's... some sort of ruins? She takes a few steps, before her foot kicks something across the ground. Bending, she notes that it is a phone, but not the one she owns. Liv moves to turn it on, but pauses when she hears a noise.]
Hello?
[There is a chill that crawls down her spine as her eyes roam around the shadows above her head and in the darkened corners. Typically, Liv doesn't need to worry about things that go bump in the night, because she is something that goes bump in the night. Being a zombie does have a lot of minuses, but there are also some benefits. Still, there is something very off about this situation as she starts walking again, glancing around every few seconds.]
[ii.]
[She feels a lot more at ease than she has in some time- well, excluding the brain that she had eaten of the mindfulness yoga instructor, although that zen personality is quite far from what Liv generally is. A go getter, an overachiever. For a time she had lost who and what she had thought that she was, and thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could return to a human and have a normal life, only to have it taken away...
Add to that everything that has been going on, and not just ending up there. That is only the icing on the cupcake that she had not have the opportunity to eat. It had seemed to be one disaster after another, and just when she thought it might be getting a little better, good old life came and slugged her, again.
Yet she looks completely serene as she sits on the lawn chair, feet bent over to one side, a spicy bloody Mary in hand. She's paler than when she first arrived, her hair shorter and closer to white than the softer blonde than when she first arrived, if anyone happened to see her then. She takes a sip of her drink, a hum of pleasure. Not as good as brains, but it is spicy, and that is something. Her eyes do lift as she hears someone coming closer.]
Oh. Hi! Bloody Mary? They're... a bit spicy.
[ooc; will match any format]
ii
...again? Really? Is this part of the trick? He decides to play along and see how she reacts, if she rolls with it she's probably not real. If she doesn't, well.
He doesn't mind doing this all over again, honestly. ]
Hey, Liv. I'd love one.
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[ Rita takes a seat near Liv, all smirky and confident and (quite frankly) sick bitch. This is familiar, which is a change for this stupid city. This is a game she knows how to play.
Leaning her head back against the chair, she basks in the dappled sunlight and gives Liv a lazy, wide smirk. ]
So good to be roomies again, right?
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Hey, Liv. You remember me?
[ His face is...hard to forget. ]
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Sir Crocodile|One Piece
[Maybe you've been struggling with the lickers. That's fine, it's nothing to be ashamed about. They're disturbing enemies, and a challenge for many. The man standing before you however, has not had a bit of difficulty. The bodies of a group of the freaks are scattered around him, and the man himself stands impassively, unimpressed. He lights a cigar, and rolls his eyes at the mess around him.] Pathetic.
T R A N Q U I L I T Y
[Crocodile might not be the most sociable of people, or the most trustworthy, but for now he'll play nice. Or nice enough, at least. There's something to be said about the simplicity of enjoying a cabin with someone. Slumming it at it's best. Too bad that he's got a long enough list of people he'd choose over sharing one with a stranger.
Oh well. At least there's a hot tub to consider. Not that he'd go into it with anyone deemed a threat nearby, but still, it's a luxury.]
R A G E
[This might be one of the most interesting and annoying things that Crocodile has ever experienced. He'll tolerate the nonsense to some degree. But the moment an item gets in his way it gets blasted with a rush of violent sand.
There's not going to be much house left at this rate.]
fear
Alas, if only she could be so lucky. She puts a few down without any trouble and finds them wanting in both substance and challenge. But while others wrestle with the creatures and find them difficult to escape, one of the newcomers stands in their midst and pays them no more of his time or care than one might to ants.
Well, that's interesting. She walks over and raises an eyebrow, then nudges one of the desiccated corpses with the toe of her boot.]
I see you've made quick work of this batch. Have you just arrived?
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shun kenzaki | origin
tranquility;
rage;
rage
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nell crain | the haunting of hill house | spoilers likely
[ You might ask "when was the last time Nell Crane felt this at peace," but time is a funny thing. The young woman herself is hovering in the open doorway of the cabin, start out into the night with a little smile and a distant stare. ]
No, thank you. [ She replies to a question that isn't asked. After about ten seconds, she half-turns, and the smile becomes apologetic. ] ...Sorry. Don't mind me.
[ It doesn't seem to matter who else is in the cabin, or what they're doing. Nell rests a hand against the threshold, looking upward to the stars high above the cabin and the trees around it. She seems almost like a statue, perhaps both unblinking and not breathing. Still, and at peace. ]
It's...beautiful, isn't it?
✗ rage
[ If only this was her first experience with a supernatural house. ]
Didn't I just...? [ Nell frowns, hand still extended to the counter where she'd left her phone. Her brows come together in curious confusion as she finds it missing, but she's quick to chalk it up to a scattered mind. She's always been a little scattered, particularly since-... Well. ]
Oh. [ Her eyes fall on a row of knives standing on their points on the kitchen table, having decidedly not been there a moment ago. Her frown grows more prominent, but before the utensils can do anything more violent, Nell is standing outside of the home, staring in through the front door. ]
Are all of the houses here haunted? [ She asks of a passer-by, expression one of weariness. ] Or did I just get lucky?
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He doesn't say that, of course, but a raise of his eyebrow probably does for him. ]
Yeah, [ he offers. It's not a lot but more than he's said since they ended up in this situation in the first place. He's feeling at peace in a way he hasn't for a while so it lends itself to being just a little less mistrusting.
A little. ]
Haven't been camping since I was a kid.
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amanda young / saw
02. rage
Fear
Well, all right.
Ephemera waits a respectful distance back, rifle held easily in his hands. He's in full tactical armor, no visible skin. The newcomer looks female in his HUD. Elevated heart rate, but that's to be expected after going after anything with a knife like that. ]
You all right?
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fear!
YES YOU WILL
MMMM DONT LIKE THAT
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celty sturluson, drrr!
⯈ rage
rage;
There's no way to move it, is there? [He can see her trying to scoot past it and that's enough of a sign that this is probably Not Great.]
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Junko Monolayre | OC
[Junko's no stranger to conflict. This kind of falls in line with what he often deals with in his line of work.
But he's never seen anything quite like these skinless, thick-clawed, slimy-tongued menaces.
Left without his trusty spear, he's unable to do much more than kite the monsters with the help of his wings, and make a few swipes with his claws. There's little occasion where he would do such a thing, but he's not about to bite these gross things with his sharklike teeth. Carnivore he might be, but even he has standards.
For his trouble, the teen has felled one of the creature. Clearly dodging is the higher priority here, and he'd welcome anyone who could assist him in more than just hopping about and out of the way from the beasts. Using wings is tiring, after all...]
TRANQUILITY
It would be bold to assume Junko trusts this situation. He's seen some shit, and he knows better than to trust this cabin. He does spend a little time exploring, of course; outside first if only to get a bit of a profile, so to speak.
He doesn't take wing, because again, trust. He does, however, get a whiff of the area. There's...wildlife. Nothing truly awry as of now.
...That makes him more nervous. His large ears flick back, expressing his discomfort, and he elects to go back into the cabin. There, he decides to poke around in some rooms, because as soon as he refocused, he realizes something--he's not alone.
Praying there's no threat imminent, he begins to follow the scent, until he finds, well.
You.
"Oh."
Yeah, that's it. Oh.
[[ OOC: Hi there! If you'd like a little basic info on my OC, I have a mock up of info on his page. Still a work in progress, but it'll do! :) ]]
Tranquility
Well, at least the newcomer's presence explained why.
"Oh... hello there!"
She commented offering an half smile and a small wave.
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Fear!
Sora | Kingdom Hearts
[Well okay then. That wasn't how he wanted to start his day, but here we are. As Sora comes tumbling in through the Door, he's immediately on-guard when he hears something click-clacking up along the ceiling. The licker seems to be watching and crawling everywhere even as Sora summons the Kingdom Key, positioning himself in a fighting stance almost immediately. He's used to monsters and he's not here to let some creepy thing chase after him.]
Come on! [It's yelled even as he throws the Keyblade in a Strike Raid, aiming for the monster to knock it off-course. It twists and it bends away from the weapon before skittering off into darkness. The weapon comes back to Sora's hand and he stares up at the ceiling warily, waiting for it to come back.]
Okay…? Where did it go…
[Perhaps you've been witness to this event, or perhaps you're coming through the door, too, and find a teenage boy just staring into the shadow-y corners around him. Approach? Get him to move? You could also point out that there's something starting to creep up behind him. That might help.]
Tranquility;
[Your cabinmate isn't entirely useless. As someone who camps out a lot, Sora's pretty capable of surviving and living off the land and even though there's a cabin he's getting the sense that they'll have to provide for themselves. He's busy examining the cabin itself, but upon noticing that he's not alone he gives you a friendly little wave.]
Guess it's just you and me, huh? [Hello new friend.] Where should we start? [Hunting? Gathering? Wondering how you wound up together? They're all equally important options here.]
Rage;
[Are you out and about today? You might just pass by the building that Sora's found himself in and you'll hear a loud thumping noise on the window. The window, which has now shrunk to about a size that only encompasses his face and not even all of his hair. The window seems to be locked, and door to the outside is now about the size of an average person's hand.
Luckily, now that he has your attention, Sora perks up and presses his face as close to the window as possible to be heard.]
Hey! Is there a lock outside the window? [The chances are pretty high it's a "no", but he's pretty stuck and would love to not be consumed by the house that's progressively shrinking around him. No thanks.]
Wildcard;
[Something else for any of these prompts? Let's chat.]
Fear
[Perhaps it was for the better that Junko had heard the commotion with his admittedly large ears, because the Licker's already nearly upon the human boy at this point. He'd rather be safe than sorry, so the fox-eared youth darts forward with all intention to attack the monster with his claws.
It'd only provide a distraction for now, but at least enough to let the other teen shake off his surprise.
Or, if he's quick on the uptake, to team up on the enemy.]
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Fear~
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/scream...also rage
/sparkles softly hello...
tiny child you have grown
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Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Into The Spiderverse
[ Miles has no idea what these weird things are but he doesn't like them one bit, especially since his spidey-sense has been going crazy from the moment he arrived. Sure the lickers are fast but they aren't the only ones who can climb on walls. Whatever they are, they aren't friendly and he can see enough people nearby that he's got a reason to stand and fight as they keep coming.
He's been grappling with a particularly nasty one, dodging its attacks only to get tackled by a second licker that managed to flank him. He struggles to shove it away, trying not to gag as the smell works its way through his mask. ]
Ugh--! No tongue on the first date! [ Not his best line but hey, he's only been Spider-Man for like a week, cut him some slack. He shoves a hand into the monster's chest and with a flash of blue electricity he sends the licker on top of him flying into the other one, knocking both of them into a pile several yards away.
Miles jumps to his feet, heart pounding in his chest. Too close, way too close. And while Thing 1 and Thing 2 try to recover he cocoons them in almost an entire web canister's worth of webbing. ]
Gross...
[ Tranquility ]
[ Miles is surprisingly chill about being in another universe that's full of weird stuff. But, then again, considering his origin story maybe it isn't so surprising. He hasn't glitched out yet so he figures it's just a waiting game until he can find a way to go home. For now he's taking advantage of the quiet to make his mark on the cabin he's stuck at.
If you follow the smell of spray paint and the sound of slightly off key singing around the side of the cabin Miles is perched on top of two precariously stacked boxes, filling in some bubble letters with a careful eye. Piled up on the ground are several cans of spray paint that he's already used in his project. ]
Oh, hey, can you toss me the green paint? I'm almost done with this layer.
Tranquility
[Chato roots through the cans of spray paint to find the green, tossing it to Miles. He stands back a bit with his arms crossed, tilting his head to look at it.]
No está mal.
You doing this to the whole place?
[Reminds him a bit of home honestly. So there's that at least.]
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i mean I GOTTA [ Fear ]
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Tranquility
Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender (late to the party!)
[Normally whipping things is more Allura's schtick, but without her bayard — and really lacking anything that could be considered defensive, only dressed in what looks like hospital scrubs (and, in fact, picking the prime time that she's recovering to walk through random doors) — she is on the defensive. The sound of bare feet and the soft panting of someone running isn't too hard to pick up, especially for blind nightmare monsters, and it's just as Allura rounds a corner, pressing her back into the wall as she catches her breath, when something wet connects with her arm.]
No-!
[Her voice reverberates off of the walls, but even as the creature's tongue wraps around her wrist, Allura digs her heels in and pulls back. There's the sickly sound of something tearing and a moist splat as the creature's tongue becomes emancipated from it's body. But there's not too much time to celebrate, because before she knows it, there's a second one, this time catching her around the ankle and before she can react, it yanks her off balance and she hits the ground hard before being slowly dragged along the floor.
Assist y/y?]
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a. [When you're traveling the stars, it's not all space battles and worm holes, but also a whole lot of nothing. A lot of quiet and filling the time with thoughts and activities. This planet was a far cry from the lush fields of Altea (or the simulated version on board the castleship where she spent a good deal of time) but it was... quiet, and having come from a long stint in an Earth hospital, it was a nice change.
The night air is chilly as Allura finds herself on the steps of the porch, neck is craned upwards, towards the crystal clear sky, and all of the stars it contains. There's a sense of longing as she stares at them, and she draws her feet up close under her, her arms wrapped around her sides. Nearby, four mice curl up to sleep next to her, and as her cabin mate approaches, she speaks up,]
I wonder what part of the universe we are in. I don't recognize any of these star-forms.
[Then again, it's much harder from the ground than, say, reading a star map.]
b. [Relaxing lasts for about five minutes before Allura is already pacing, restless and ready to get back to her friends. She's always been a bit of a busybody at the best of times, and finding herself in a new place, torn from the life she knew, had her on edge and ready to... do what? She's not sure, but she's sure relaxing in hot tubs is not going to solve anything.
So it's not long before the young princess is perched on the edge of the porch, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun, and with four mice riding on her shoulder like she's belongs in some kind of Disney property, she looks all but ready to set off into the woods, all by her lonesome.]
Are you ready to go?
[Is she talking to the mice? Probably.]
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Well....wherever we are, it's too quiet.
[By which he means nothing's tried to kill them yet. He folds his arms across his chest; it's clear enough from the tone of his voice that he has only negative expectations here.]
Best stay sharp.
o hello there
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fear;
fancy seeing you here
heck of a coincidence i tell you what
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Lady Maria | Bloodborne
[ Maria had been watching the creature, lurking on the ceiling above her and a few feet away from her. She had worked out that it didn't seem to be able to see. It's movements and attention was based on sound. Maria gathered this information at the misfortune of those not so observant as she was.
The creature was humanoid to an extent, able to scale sheer surfaces and with what looked like exposed brain tissue and muscle. Curiously, it had no eye, perhaps it had eyes on the inside? A thought that rattled around inside her skull and why wouldn't it? After all, isn't that the exact kind of thing she was trained to investigate?
After a long while and some deep consideration, Maria slowly inhaled and took a just as slow stride over towards where the monster was creeping. Drawing her Rakuyo, the trick sword she'd mastered so gracefully and clipping in place so that there were blades on each side. Her pace was steady, her eyes fixed on the target when she saw you approaching.
Gesturing with her hand to halt! Shaking her head, her eyes flickering up to the Licker on the ceiling before pressing a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her voice was soft, low and so quiet as she finally spoke in her rich, foreign accent. ]
Be slow. Be silent. Leave it well alone and it too will return the favour.
T R A N Q U I L I T Y
What- ... what is this?
[ Maria waved her fingers over the steam that billowed up from the hot tub. She wasn't used to such delights. Sure, when she was a young girl still living in the Cainhurst Castle with the other Vilebloods, she had been drawn perfumed baths and pampered but never in something like this before.
She wasn't shy but she wasn't very open either, so being stuck in a cabin with complete strangers was a slight challenge for her. There were so many new things however and Maria wanted to experience and learn about them all.
Exploring the cabin felt like the first time she realized she was trapped in the Hunters Nightmare, realizing she was here for a while but without any secrets to protect, or people to fight, it was clear she was at a loss over what to do with herself. ]
I'm sorry, I'm not used to this. I normally spend all my time alone or tending to those in need.
R A G E
How unusual...
[ This was fantastic! From silverware to furniture, plants and statues, everything seemed to be alive and everything seemed to want to fight!
Maria was in her element. As graceful as a dancer, she spun around on her toes, skidded on her heels from one side of the room to the other, her Rakuyo sword in hand as she decimated each object that tried to kill her. For a moment then, her porcelain face almost cracked a smile.
Once it was all over, Maria dusted the debris from her Hunters garb and made her way onto the next house. She just wanted to destroy, to fight and to dance. ]
Are you in need of a hand?
rage lord i'm rusty
Unfortunately, he is also a very normal teenage boy from a very normal world (well, apart from the Wendigo spirits but we digress) and in that world, objects don't come to life. Like, ever.
At the moment the door opens, he's in the process of trying to restrain the lumbering sideboard by shoving the couch in its direction, already sporting a couple of bruises and a smear of drying blood from a knife which is being held down by several heavy looking pans.
A guy has to improvise, okay? )
Uh— ( He has... so many questions about this interruption but you know what? ) Y-yeah, that'd be great.
( She just means helping him pin down his furniture, right? He's trying to avoid the nuclear option. )
Yay! Until Dawn! <3
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Freydis | Vikings
[Trapped. That seemed to be the most dire warning from others in this world. They were brought here against their will and were trapped until the gods found some way to send them home, if it pleased them. But this was nothing to her, a state that she was used to, first from her place as a slave than in her marriage to Ivar. What really was freedom but trying to please or placate someone with words and faith, only to have it ripped away.
The cabin was no Valhalla, but she never expected to be allowed into the hallowed halls. Her actions had not been honorable and she knew what she was giving up in betraying Ivar. It certainly wasn't anything like this, but she knew how to adapt and it was far more welcoming than a grave.
To try and make herself comfortable, she cleaned the cabin prepared it as best as she could, making something of it rather than the prison it was. The work gave her something else to think about rather than stewing in her anger.
She never had a home to herself and didn't expect this to be any different, so it didn't surprise her when the door opened and someone stepped inside.]
There is nothing to eat. We will need to find a way to hunt.
Wildcard
[Feel free to write up any prompt that takes your fancy!]
Tranquility
The unusual gait he uses will probably register first before anything else. For Ivar is struck dumb, eyes wide with shock. What trickery was this? Freydis was dead, strangled by his own hands. He'd hated her almost as much as he'd loved her at the end. And worst of all was that he loved her still, even after she'd betrayed him. For who else had ever shown him such kindness and compassion? His family, perhaps, but they too were all dead or had stabbed him in the back.
He finally finds words or at least just one.]
Freydis?
[Maybe he's finally gone mad. That would make thing so much simpler than both hoping she's real and cursing the gods of this place for bringing this source of pain at the same time.]
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Re: Freydis | Vikings
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Rhaegar Targaryen | Game of Thrones
He could breathe.
It had been some hours since he found himself in this place, yet still drawing breath was what captivated him most. A simple action, yes, but when you felt your armor cave in from a powerful blow, even the most ordinary of things felt grand.
Despite the warm, muggy weather, Rhaegar had taken to the outside of the cabin, needing to soak in the warmth and feel the sunlight on his face. Which of the gods had brought him here? Was this the life beyond, was he to live here in eternity after being ripped from life, pulled from The Mother’s protection?
Would he be able to see Lyanna again one day? And then long, long after that, their child?
He had to believe he would. Otherwise, what was hope for?
[Wildcard!]
Up for anything you want to try!
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Hunting was at least a distraction, and she never felt so free as when she wandered through the woods. But the game was light and pushing through the brush, she knew she would go home unhappy. There was a flash of silver from the clearing, a familiar pull of her heart and before she knew it, she was standing before the man that she had been aching for.
Dropping her bow, she stared at him in a mixture of wonder and fear. "Rhaegar?"
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Loras Tyrell ✿ Game of Thrones
[ This isn't so terrible awful. While the cabin is meager in comparison to what Loras is used to, something about it's location fills him with a certain degree of comfort. It reminds him, to some extent, of Storm's End. Here in the middle of nature with no sounds but the birds and the hot breeze rustling trees.
Even the heat doesn't perturb him. Loras is, after all, a child of summer and the south.
The only thing that seems to bother him at all about the whole scenario is possibly you, his cabin mate. Loras isn't much of a social creature (despite what people may think) and he's not fond of his space being shared. Constantly.
So you'll find him outside more than in, taking himself on a walk, being polite but distant. Oh - And he's rather useless at things like cooking, so hopefully you make extras when you prepare your food. ]
[ii. RAGE]
What have you done with it?
[ The usually calm manners that Loras carries seem to be hanging by a thread. His lips are pursed, annoyance clear on his features. For all his quietness, Loras can't deny his temper, nor the way things can set him off.
And of course it's absolutely absurd to assume it's anything but you. As much as it seems to be that, yes, his golden rose is movin on it's own accord, Loras refuses to simply accept that.
So it must be you. ]
My brooch, what have you done with it?
[iii. WILDCARD]
Choose your own adventure.
Tranquility /INTERNAL SCREAMING
she's wearing one of her usual gowns, but what's tied to its belt is a Japanese sword. she never goes anywhere unarmed anymore, not after being murdered by that demon. she's quite skilled with it, too, having been trained by a kendo master and elves who measured their lives in millennium.
she sees her likely cabinmate approaching from some distance away. the sun is in her eyes, so she raises a hand to shield them, focusing on the person.
and then her breath catches. it can't be. after nearly two years of hopes dashed again and again, it can't be!
but it is!
with a wordless exclamation and heedless of dignity, she breaks out into a run, meeting her brother halfway back to the cabin, reaching out to throw her arms around him]
--Loras! You're here! You're finally here.
[her smile is bright and brilliant and unshed tears shine in her eyes]
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Asgore Dreemurr | Undertale
[King Asgore Dreemurr is a large and fluffy boss monster. He may look harmless, but he's far from it--and while there have been things in his immediate vicinity recently that suggested to him that he needs to watch his back quite carefully, he's not scared. Maybe uncomfortable, sure. He'd even concede that he's a bit unnerved by the literally wriggling darkness of the cabin. But he's not scared.
Yet.
There is that creature that's been creeping around the edges of the room, and while the monster doesn't use the term 'monster' lightly he finds the stripped flesh unnerving and the exposed brain even more so. It's uncomfortable and unfamiliar, and Asgore has been careful to tread as lightly as his over-sized body will allow him. This equates to not all that quietly, unfortunately, resulting in the creature lunging for him. Surprisingly light on his feet, Asgore is able to dodge the assault, a large red trident materializing in his hands as he prepares to defend himself.]
You know, I really would rather not fight you.
II. T R A N Q U I L I T Y
[Blindly trusting boss monster is currently exploring the woods behind the cabin. He's fascinated by the local flora, and just loving the opportunity to take time and enjoy all the peaceful woods around him.
Asgore has only been outside picking through a flower patch for a little while when he turns back to his cabin-mate for the night who he presumes has just been tolerating his antics thus far. His tone is surprised, and maybe a bit melancholic.]
Ah--these flowers. I've seen them before. [In his oversized hands, he's gently cradling a bright golden flower, a wistful expression on his face.] Aren't they lovely? [His smile is small, just for himself and perhaps the bloom in his palms.] My children adored them.
[ooc: Hi hello, I am Bizzy and I am voicetesting ;-; please be gentle insert gross ugly sobbing]
fear!
Of course, it's a little hard to be stealthy when you're shouting, which she does the moment she sees him out there among the new arrivals.]
Asgore?? Asgore, y-- you have to get out of there!
Re: fear!
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Invi | Kingdom Hearts: Gacha Hell
[When one lives their life in accordance with something someone else has written down, anything that happens to contradict the path laid before you is sudden, new, and quite frankly, jarring. Invi has never been a loud person, but even she can't stop the noise of surprise as the- the creature scuttles its way across the wall and up onto the ceiling.
It's enough to catch it's attention, the creatures head snapping towards her in an instant.
But it's no heartless. The creature is flesh and blood and sinew, and that alone means it will never be able to match the sheer speed of the creatures of darkness. It's tongue lashes towards her, intent on impalement, but Invi is faster, and her keyblade appears in her hand in an instant to deflect it's initial attack.
It doesn't have time to launch a second, fire accumulating from the tip of her keyblade in a brilliant flash of light and heat, and once her attack hits, the acrid smell of burning flesh comes quick after. Its cries are shrill, but fade soon enough as it succumbs to the intensity of the attack.
And then... Curiosity gets the best of her, and she closes the distance between herself and the creatures corpse, nudging it with the tip of her keyblade.]
... You're no Heartless. [Her voice is much softer this time, though it's likely from her own wonder.
... A distant clacking of claws surely means more of the creatures are on their way to investigate, but she seems unconcerned for the moment, more engrossed with puzzling out the creatures body than anything else.]
[RAGE.]
[Look, when Heartless can take the forms of unsuspecting objects, you learn to be wary of things that seemingly move on their own.
What one doesn't expect is a book, labeled "Spotting Possessed Objects & Their Effective Removal" to slam shut on unfortunate fingers hard, causing immediate pain, though she doesn't yelp as she subsequently tosses said book to the ground. Behind the mask, she's absolutely glaring, and the only tell is the way her lips are pursed into a thin line.
And from her (injured) hand comes a short burst of fire, incinerating the offending object in a swift burst, leaving ash on the floor.]
I'll have to be more careful in the future of these things. [She mutters to herself, ego more bruised than her hand which she's unfortunately shaking.]
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...except the person she'd been about to rush to the aid of doesn't seem to need it. Aqua had begun running toward her, only to slow down as the newcomer called a Keyblade and with it, fire. Well. All right.]
...you know the Heartless?
[Clearly, she's out of practice greeting people, because Aqua knows that is one of the worst introductory lines she's ever uttered.]
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Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars
She did know better. There was no Morai, and beyond that none of the heaviness of the planet, the mark left on a dead world by its cataclysmic history. By its dedication, at one point, to the Dark Side. The last explosion of dark side energy there pushes from the recesses of her mind—his face, exposed to the light for a moment before he’d rededicated himself against it--Ahsoka pushed it back, let it remain there. It had happened. Acceptance was easier said than done, but Ahsoka committed herself to managing it.
That might’ve been so much easier if she’d died. Fought and finished with it. So different to have to live with it every moment.
She’d already done it once, when Order 66 seemed to have killed everything she loved. She’d wished she had died defending the Temple—back when she’d thought Anakin must have done the same—and she’d found purpose again despite it, in fighting for what was left. Purpose, what she kept losing every time the galaxy changed around her. It’s not fair, having to go through it all over again.
Fair isn’t the point, Ahsoka knew, but for a moment she let herself feel the weight of it.
She almost didn’t hear the sound. She felt the change in th air first. The difference between this place and Malachor, the main one she had sensed, was that it was alive. There were beings other than her. Now, she could tell one had moved, nearly too late—she jumped away before the prehensile thing swept her off her feet.
Thankful for the interruption, she leapt forward into the present, as battle required.
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He steps on the pieces of the objects he decimated, ensuring they are quiet and still. As they should be. When he looks up, he sees her. His mouth goes dry and he is glad that he is wearing his hooded cloak as it gives him time to compose himself.
Ahsoka.
"Funny seeing you here."
sorry for the lateness!