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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 March 24th, and apps are open April 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.
PLEASE NOTE: As per our Endgame Announcement, Hadriel will be closing at the end of June. Keep that in mind if you intend to app, and thank you for your consideration!
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: DON'T FEED THE TROLLS
[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.
Or monsters, as the case may be. It seems like the Door has decided to grace Hadriel with a small invasion of Trolls, from the Lord Of The Rings franchise. Cave trolls are large and quite angry, with lots of stamina and strength, as well as rudimentary intelligence to use weapons and tools against you- though they're not exactly snappy dressers.
Still, it might be best to watch yourself, as it can take an entire group of people to take down just one. Best make sure you all get out alive!
H O P E
SCENARIO TWO: SUPER SOMETHING
[Something happened. Maybe it was an accident- a spider bite, an explosion, a series of medical tests- but whatever it was, it changed your life forever... which is weird, since it only happened in the last thirty seconds or so.
Regardless of if there was a catalyst or not, you now have some type of superpower. Can you turn invisible? Read thoughts? Do some weird kinetic energy stuff that's just an excuse for exploding into powerful rainbows? Can you fly?
The sky's the limit (literally) as you start to learn to control your new power and flex your new supermuscles. Just be careful- everyone else is learning too, and they're not all as cool as you are!]
R A G E
SCENARIO THREE: PREDATOR VS. PREY
[It's kill or be killed- and you're either the killer or the killee, so make up your mind and get to hunting. Whether you are affected by Rage and want to hunt down some fools or you're affected by Fear and just want to get away, you've definitely got a lot on your to-do list.
Maybe you've found another hunter and you want to tag-team for awhile, or maybe you're helping someone hole up and hide from the hunters- either way, this won't end until someone dies.
This is a mini-verion of our Predator Vs. Prey event in March!]
Kimber Dylan | OC
[ From screaming sirens to blackness to.... roaring? Animal roaring?
She's tumbling into cold and brightness that wasn't there a moment ago, and yes, there's something large and moving and angry off to her left. Kimber hits the ground in full tac gear, her cowl up and her mask pulled down to hide her face. She rolls away from the noise, back to her feet, throwing a shield up around her--
--and getting thrown forward as the shield takes the brunt of the clubbed blow aimed at her back. She goes down again, this time running when she's on her feet, dodging smaller shrieking creatures until she's clear enough to get a better look at The Big One.
Breathed out in shock: ] Shit.
[ One of the smaller ones flings itself at her and she throws up another shield, this shield strong enough that the creature slams into her shield and then starts beating on it uselessly with both hands.
She doesn't waste time. She opens up a little bubble shield inside the creature's throat and expands it quick and hard, ripping the troll's head off its shoulders and leaving a shimmering bubble in the air, smeared with bile and blood. ]
Hope
[ It doesn't take long for Kimber to stash her stuff in one of the empty buildings and make her way into the city. She's just another confused civilian, another nobody wondering what the hell just happened, nothing more.
At least that's the part she's ready to play until she sees what's happening around down. Jets of fire shot into the air, strangers flying overhead, or zipping past, or doing something else that would get a person arrested where she's from. You don't exercise these kinds of abilities without a license, and there is no way everyone here has a license to practice.
This is somehow more surreal than the monsters and the gods and the strange city. This is too close to home to be anything but disorienting. ]
hope, baby, hope!
She curls her hands into balls, remembering the way light warmed them this morning, the sparkles left on her fingertips after it flared up to the ceiling. Magic is rich among the upper-crust, among her type of people, but Seoya has never had the talent. It's strange to finally do something more complicated than change her hair colour.
And she's just distracted enough to, quite literally, run into a stranger. )
Ah— sorry. ( The accident might have been perfectly normal if her hands hadn't started glowing as the shock distracts her. )
seoya park; original.
( Do something, Dom!
Her voice is lost on the wind, her hair whipping around her until—
It isn't, and the ground is cold instead of crumbling and rocking, and the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes is a sky, rather than the fortress ceiling (or worse, nothing). Her expression crinkles into a frown, and everything is so quiet... )
Dom? Bart?
( And then, in a voice that nearly cracks as the pictures flash in her memory; ) ...Min?
( Nothing. Is she...? Maybe. The Old God was baring down on her, on all of them, the last she remembered. Maybe Min wasn't the only one he got. Maybe those explanations Bart always gave of personal hells is right and she's been isolated in her own.
Not that Seoya gets much of a chance to test that theory, as something next to her huffs out a rancid, hot breath and brings a fist down above her.
Yikes, yikes, yikes yikes. Hands scramble and clasp gratefully around her crossbow, and the strike catches her side as she moves out of the way. )
Ow—
( She's not that fast. She doesn't have to be. That's why she has a crossbow. So she can stand in the back and not get hurt.
Damn. Okay, Seo. Time to... run. Definitely run. And grab the nearest person as she does so, pulling them away from the oncoming opponent. )
Nope! Bad idea!
( They need distance. And maybe magic. )
— hope;
( She... can conjure light?
It's discovered by accident, when she blindly stumbles into her bathroom and the room suddenly brightens without her touching the light switch. Seoya frowns, remnants of light dotting her fingertips, the illumination hanging in the air.
Since when—?
Years of childhood magic study, trying and trying and always failing, crash in around her, echoes of classmates laughing because how could a Park not know magic? ringing in her head.
She shouldn't be able to do this. She can barely manage a basic glamour. But somehow, somehow she can.
By the evening, Seoya is sitting near a garden protected by some sort of magical aura, sending flares of light up into the sky and staring in wonder. )
... That— you can see that, can't you?
Henry Percy | Bladestorm; I could wait one more month, ooor...
[Henry starts awake.
Then the ambient heat hits him. Encased in layers of steel, leather and padded cloth for the briefest moment he wonders if he's burning in Diabolus' infernal flame.
But no — they were victorious some weeks ago.
He pulls himself to his feet, drawing his sword and taking his shield into hand. Grimacing, sweat already starting to dampen his thick hair, he takes in his surroundings.
Hadriel he thinks, without knowing why.
He knows it's right.
His head begins to ache with a disorientating rush of knowledge, and he's rapidly feeling like he's going to boil alive in his plate, but there's little time to examine either as the ground shakes from the heavy footsteps of a troll charging straight for him.
At least this one does not seem inclined to roll like a flying boulder as those invading France did. It gives him just enough space to raise his shield, leap to the side and dodge the troll's swinging fist. He cuts across its side with his sword as he moves, which barely penetrates its thick hide, causing only a minor wound.
Just what he needs. A drawn out fight when he's cooking in his heavy armour—]
What happened to the island?!
[He snaps in frustration, his temper flaring for a brief moment. He doesn't think about the words, but again, he knows their meaning. It was a group of islands and there will someone to hear him nearby. He is certain of those facts.
He tries not to be distracted by the sense of deja vu as he enacts his nemesis shield as the troll spins on him. Its huge fist clamours against his shield but he holds steady, reflecting the force of its strike back upon it. The crunch of bones breaking echoes, and as it staggers, stunned, he makes another strike before retreating. This one cuts deeper, but it's still not enough on its own.]
RAGE;
[Hadriel. It always did have a knack for leaving him short-tempered against his will. It's almost as if he never left as he stands at the top of one of the watchtowers, his bow in hand, nocking at arrow at the left side of his bowstring. It's impulse that makes him bend his bow, drawing his string with that particular rolling loose a 200 lbs longbow requires. He watches his arrow fly far with a pang of anticipation.
It's warning shot, meant to narrowly miss his target.
Whether he means it as an act of aggression, or a defence, or as a reminder that there is an guardsman ready to intervene remains to be seen. He prefers to make the first move.]
i'm saving the other two for when he's back so rage me up, bb
The whispers in her head that have her imagining every breeze turning into a gale, a hurricane. That pressure returning, darkening everything around her.
But it isn't the wind that almost hits her. It's a behemoth of an arrow, something that buries into the ground next to her like some sort of twisted memorial stone. Here lies Park Seoya, destroyer of worlds. ... Or something like that. Not quite the epitaph she envisioned for herself when she was in school, anyway. Her fingernails dig into her palm, sharp enough to cut across the racing of her heart and the shallow breaths, before she turns and darts in the opposite direction, aiming for the nearest piece of proper cover, though hardly attempting to disguise what she's doing. She just... needs to get out of sight. To safety.
But at least it's arrows and not magic hunting her down. That would just be rude. )
;)
He's tried to hamper the urge all day. He stored his sword and shield in his desk at headquarters, where other eyes might guard them. He locked the door of the watchtower behind him to slow his path back to the streets of this accursed city. Only it appears that he forgot that he had once stashed the bow and arrows presently in his grip inside the storage chest downstairs.
Certainly he cannot make himself release his weapon or cast his arrows out of the viewing window to the ground below now. Like a hound that has scented his quarry, the need to hunt her down is suddenly consuming, a fire lit by her presence.
It hardly matters that she is a stranger.
He changes the angle of his next shot, shooting a higher arc for longer distance, aiming beyond her to where he predicts she'll be when the arrow descends. The shot after that comes a mere six seconds later.
If she has any sense she'll escape and hide herself away before he runs out of arrows. Once they are gone he will have no means but to chase her down on foot.
For now, his honour manages to stubbornly resist that notion. Yet he struggles to still his hand.
God have mercy, Henry silently prays, gritting his teeth, lest mine falter.]
no subject
( If she should ever exit this place, ever see her friends again, she owes Bart an apology for scoffing at his talks about personal hells. Being hunted down like the beasts they used to slay, arrows raining down on her head... Yeah, that feels personal.
Each arrow has her changing direction, running back on herself in zigzags, rolling out of the way with softly breathed swears each time. Her trousers tear against ice cold ground and beads of blood litter the exposed skin of her calf.
Dammit. How much further can she run before her burning lungs and aching legs refuse this? Can she really do anything by herself? Can she fight this? The prickling terror screams no, she can't. She needed the others badly when they adventured. Needed Bart to attract the attention of whatever they were hunting, to be the front line as she stood in the back, each shot she took half-hidden by streams of glowing magic from the woman beside her.
But she's running out of energy and places to hide, barely ducking the last arrow loosed in her direction. Her hand reaches for the crossbow strapped to her back, fingers trembling as physical exhaustion wracks the whole of her body, and she exhales as her hand envelopes cold steel.
This is crazy, she thinks, grabbing an arrow and setting it in position,the numbness of fear taking hold, the world around her growing distant and surreal, as though she's a million miles from her body, watching as she settles herself into position and peeks out from her cover, searching for any sign of her assailant. )
Zelda | The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
[Saying farewell to Link breaks her heart, but Zelda knows what she has to do to give him what he deserves. So she puts the ocarina to her lips and plays her old lullaby, trusting its power to restore him to where he needs to be. And when he is gone she continues, closing her eyes and willing herself back to the ruins of Ganon's Castle and the town beyond it.
Then she opens her eyes, and finds that while she may be in a land of ruins, it certainly isn't the one she intended.
And, also, a gigantic monster is swinging a club at her. That's certainly something to note.
Zelda throws herself to the side by instinct, managing to dodge the creature's hit. That's the good news- the bad news is that the Ocarina of Time flies out of her hand, landing a few feet away.
"No," she gasps out, still winded from lunging aside, but there is still the matter of the beast- some sort of moblin, possibly- at hand. Zelda turns to check and it's coming toward her again. She has to do something other than dodge, and she has to do it now.
So she raises her hand and summons all her will toward her. And at her call light appears in her hand and shoots out, sending her assailant reeling backward.]
Rage
[She's being hunted.
It almost makes Zelda laugh, honestly. Caught in another world, amidst a war of strange beings and mechanical monsters, and the most familiar thing to have happened since her arrival is running for her life.
But very well- but if she's to be hunted down, she'll do it in the form best equipped to outrunning a pursuer, the one she feels safest in. Spotting a back alley to dive into, she hikes up her skirts and rushes to take cover. And after a moment to breathe, Zelda puts her hands together and whispers an incantation.
The maiden vanishes- what stands in her place is a shadow warrior, better suited for the task at hand. Behind wrappings and glamors, Zelda breathes a sigh of relief.
And Sheik looks at the walls around her and begins to climb. Still vulnerable, yes, and not nearly as covered as she would like- but for now, she'll take what she can get.]