dankmemes | Test Drive Meme # 1

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Test Drive Meme # 1

Welcome to Hadriel's very first 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 September 24th, and Apps are open October 1st.

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!

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: ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. In this instance, the door has managed to grab something truly horrific, and it's definitely out for blood (and brains) tonight.

Smokers are enemies in the video game series Left 4 Dead, who use their prehensile tongues to capture unwitting people and either drag them away for consumption or hang them up to strangle them. With all of the activity of characters trying to find out what's going on and where they are, there are more than a few of them, lingering in the shadows and waiting to try strike at anyone who may be lagging behind.]

SCENARIO TWO: YOUR HEART WILL GO ON
[You awaken in a windowless room, the walls strangely curved. The door, when you try it, is quite firmly locked. No amount of force is able to break through, so it seems to be sealed by supernatural means. Next to the door stands a slender pedestal, about as big around as a large man's thigh. At the top of the pedestal is a indentation, as if something were meant to go there.

But you're not alone in this room. There are two things with you: a person and a corpse. Pinned to the body is a note: Place a heart on the pedestal to leave. Tucked neatly into the corpse's pocket is a letter opener, small and not particularly sharp.

Did you have weapons or tools on you before? You don't now. But look at it this way: what better form of bonding is there than helping a friend or stranger dig a heart out of a corpse with nothing but a letter opener and your bare hands?]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BREAK-IN TODAY?
[You're standing outside a storefront, colored glass set into intricate designs. It's beautiful, artistic, but more importantly - there's definitely food inside. Good food, too, by the glimpses you can see through the window. In fact - wait a minute - isn't that your favorite dish in there, just waiting for you? You've been searching for food for hours, it seems, and the city is bare. Your tummy is getting awful rumbly. What luck!

You try the door. Cruelly, it is locked. The food taunts you, just out of reach.

The glass is lovely, intricate, but it's just glass. Or maybe you know how to pick locks. Or maybe there's a back way in. Or maybe some passing friend will be able to help you. There's a lot of options here, if what you really want is a mouthful of the finest... whatever it is you like.]

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[ The fucking thing touched her hair.

It's beautiful hair she has, really: brighter red than it is ginger, an unusual shade even among red hair. But it's her hair, and no one touches it but Vi—and certainly not with the disgusting thing it's used to grab onto the end of her ponytail, pulled back and tied skull-tight of her head. The moment she feels a tug on her head Vi yells, loud and ear-shattering and furious, and she's ripped the tongue out of the smoker with her bare hands and not even a touch of her Talent. ]

Fuck you!

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[ Hu wouldn't even have left the letter knife.

It's almost insulting how juvenile it is, and Vi considers simply letting herself be insulted by it and waiting it out until the other person in the room—whose figure she only spares the barest, most bored of glances—deal with it instead. It's disgusting, of course—that's entirely the point—but it's sloppy. It's messy. And the corpse is even already dead for their convenience. ]

It's like they think we don't know anything.

[ She grumbles, once more checking herself for her missing weapons. None, not even the knife she keeps tucked just beneath her breasts under her wetboy grays. That's irritating, but it isn't world-shaking.

Vi looks at the other person again and tries to discern who they are. Male? Female? Perhaps they know something. Perhaps they're the one who's just trying to test her. Well, and that would be stupid. She'd take off her shirt and she'd be sure to have them falling over themselves and letting her out in barely an instant. Nyssos, though, how inconvenient was it that she couldn't see in this fucking light? She'd have to use her Talent to sharpen her vision.

Casually, Vi speaks. ]

So what do you think? It'll really work if we do it, or someone's just fucking with us?

Edited 2015-09-18 23:51 (UTC)

[Ronan isn't quite as comfortable rifling through a corpse in the room as his apparent roommate is, but like hell if he's going to show it. Instead, he watches as she finds the knife, the note, and looks... well, more irritable than actually disturbed by what's going on.

Still, she doesn't seem to have any sort of responsibility over why he's here. The two of them- well, they're an interesting match, with Ronan's closely shaved head, ratted jeans, and hooked tattoo creeping up around his neck from under his shirt. As if to make the meeting even more stereotypical, there's a raven perched behind him, and she's sleepily starting to gain interest in the surroundings.

Not quite so much in the body. Even scavenger birds aren't that desperate.]

...only one way to find out.

[She found the knife- letter opener? whatever it is, it's tiny- and Ronan watches her for a moment as he slips down to kneel near the body, near her, not sure which of them poses more of a threat right now.

Ronan nods toward the girl, the knife in her hand.]

Is that all he had on him?

[ He certainly favors the creepy, dramatic look. Vi narrows her eyes at him, sight sharpening as she speaks, then shrugs and moves closer. ]

You can stick your hand in his pants if you want to keep looking.

[ At least the corpse has pants. Vi doesn't feel like looking at another naked dead man at that precise moment. She flips the knife in her hand, idle, and tests it with a sniff. Of course there's no contact poison on it—she'd be shocked if they'd done something remotely clever—which means there's probably nothing on the body, either. Vi sighs. ]

If that doesn't work, at least you brought your bird.

Edited 2015-09-19 15:19 (UTC)

[Ronan rolls his eyes at her before doing just that- seemingly unaffected by the death or the closeness with the body as he works quickly, methodically. It's clear that he hasn't exactly done this sort of thing before, with how he skips certain places that a trained professional would look- he only checks the pockets and shoes, not the waistband or lining of the dead man's jacket.

Upon finding pretty much nothing, he leans back on his heels with a sigh. The bird croons from where she's sitting behind him and starts to preen her feathers, but Ronan pays her no mind.]

Bird's not gonna help much here.

[There's a pause and gaze- cold, snakelike- flits up to the small knife in her fingers. If she was going to make a move to hurt him, she probably would have done so by now. Doesn't mean that she's not a threat. The fact that he's still breathing doesn't mean much of anything, given their circumstances.]

So, are you gonna do this or are you gonna give me the knife?

[ This is already boring. Cutting out the heart would be nothing, just another job, and not even an interesting one. Vi considers the knife for a moment, then tosses it over to Ronan with a sneer at the raven on his shoulder—call her interested in seeing what he does. ]

I think you missed a few spots on him.

[ Not trained, then, not in stealing and in corpses. Of course. There really isn't anything else here to pay attention to in this room, is there? He's the only one who might have any sort of information, and, well, at the very least she wonders what the fuck he's doing with a bird. Maybe he'll speak and say something worth hearing.

She takes a step closer and crouches next to him as though she's joining him in examining the body, purposefully angling herself so that the scandalously low neckline of her shirt reveals pretty much everything inside it has to offer. Vi's eyes flick sideways. ]

The faster you do it, the faster we'll be out. I'd had to be trapped alone in this dark much longer, not even sure where we are.

[The criticism earns her a glare, sharp enough to cut, and Ronan takes the knife from her in a quick, jerky motion. He looks at the blade, pressing a thumb against the flat of it to test the weight, before he lifts his arm up to neatly slice the man's shirt open.

After that, it's- well, it's just cutting and pulling, isn't it? Nothing to it. If the guy was still alive, they'd have problems, but he's not. It's just like- well, Ronan's never done anything quite like this before, and when he glances up toward the woman for any sort of silent direction, he gets... well, the sort of eyeful that he's not really expecting.

There's the slightest of pauses, both because he's not sure if it's intentional and he's also not sure if he should say anything. Of course, Ronan was never one for politely disregarding something, and so all Vi gets for her efforts is a slight huff as he turns back to the corpse.]

Do you mind?

[It's tinged with a little annoyance. Ronan nods toward her chest, and while he's sure that it would be a lovely view for most, he's also not the guy you want to go with for sightseeing.

He makes the first cut, and- well, the knife doesn't go past the sternum and the cut winds up being shallow. Ronan frowns and tries to work around it a little, his mouth thin in frustration as he goes for one of the ribs, awkwardly working the metal between the bones and- well, that's not going quite as he'd hoped, but he tries to pry it free from the sternum anyway. Don't think about it, just- just do it, but the tools he has might as well be toothpicks and he's never done this before, no matter how nonchalant he's acting.]

-shit.

[ Does she mind?

Vi was wondering what reaction she could get out of Ronan with her usual information-gathering tactics, but that's not a reaction she gets very often. She's not using a glamour, but she's near enough and her tits are visible enough that with most she wouldn't need to be using one. So. He probably prefers fucking men, not women. It's really a relief in the end, anyway.

She shrugs and straightens. It did tell her something.

She continues to learn more about him as he works the knife. For however creepy he looks, he's not doing a very good job with either one. Vi could do it herself in an instant, but... let him get covered with dead body, not her. He's already there, anyway. ]

Having trouble?

[ It sounds just as sarcastic as it's meant to be. ]

[Do you feel that Vi? In the far distance...

It is the overwhelming tingle of disappointment wrapped in a healthy dose of disgust. He doesn't know the details, nor does he want to. But Kylar is picking up enough from her to solidify his own thoughts. It's not good.]

[It's not going particularly well. The letter opener is flimsy as it is, and it's not edged, at least, definitely not enough to cut through the bones of the ribcage. God, this is so gross. God, and he tries not to think about the last time he was crouched over a dead and mangled body- except now, he's the one doing the mangling, and it's so sick, but he has no choice.

The first rib finally snaps off with a sickening sound, and Ronan grits his teeth as he reaches his hand in to wrap his fingers around it, pulling it out of the way and trying not to pay attention to the churning in his stomach.

Get the heart. Come on, just eleven (nine? he didn't pay attention in biology) ribs to go.]

If you're not going to be helpful, you can get the fuck out of my light.

[He hisses it tersely, barely glancing up toward her in annoyance.]

[ Maybe it's the feelings she's picking up from Kylar in the distance, so subtle as to be mingling with her own (she has them, occasionally) and muddling the usual response she'd be giving. Or maybe it's just that she can't stand looking at that mangled body, the slow process at which Ronan is ripping apart the corpse, because the longer Vi looks the longer she just sees Hu Gibbet there instead—except Hu is slow and mangling the corpse on purpose, chuckling to himself, leaning back with rib and gore on his hands and saying, "Isn't it beautiful? Look at your master's work, Vi. Remember not to waste a bit, that every stroke of your brush should be precise. We'll paint a pretty picture together."

She swallows back a sudden swell of disgust and kicks at Ronan: lightly, but with enough force to say, move. ]

I could say the same to you. You don't have a fucking clue, do you? Hand it over.

Don't be a bitch about it.

[He snarls up at her, shoving angrily at the leg that she used to nudge him. In doing so, he smears the blood from his hand to her leg, but that's mostly just a side effect of his annoyance.

Regardless, it's not like he's getting anywhere particularly fast, so Ronan rolls his eyes and drops the letter opener right in the gaping wound he's created, letting the piece of rib in his fingers fall to the floor as well. He wipes his hands haphazardly on the corpse's jacket and stands up, taking a step or two away from the body with a sound of disgust.]

There. Bon Appétit. Happy now?

[ She armors herself with her anger, sneering in response. A wetboy shouldn't have blood on her grays: it's a messy job, a poor job if she does. It'll take forever to get out, and it'll probably dry into the fabric by the time they're out of here.

Well. At least he didn't get it on her hair. ]

Sure. I'm one happy, happy bitch.

[ Vi sinks into her anger and simultaneously grasps at her Talent, muttering the foulest insults she can think of at Ronan to make the corpse's ribcage snap beneath her fingertips with a touch, with sickening cracks. If she's angry, she doesn't have to be anything else. She doesn't have to think about this lump of flesh beneath her and the pieces of its body being ripped from its chest.

Her work is efficient, obviously that of someone who knows what she's doing and who has done this before, and Vi finishes the job in mere moments. She finds what she wants and stands, both the now-useless letterknife and the long-dead heart in her hand. ]

If this doesn't work, it isn't my heart we're trying next.

[Ronan doesn't look away. He watches her cut and work, his expression flat, his posture rigid. He doesn't grimace, doesn't pull away, just watches as the knife cuts through flesh and ribs are pried apart and she works almost effortlessly at getting the heart out.

He doesn't quite understand how it works- she's smaller than him, she should be having a rougher time of it- but it's out in no time and Ronan takes a step back, nodding toward the pedestal with a sneer.]

I'd like to see you fucking try.

[Behind him, Chainsaw croons and flutters up, perching back comfortably on his shoulder while he backs up, setting a hand on the doorknob as he waits for her to set the heart down.]

Get on with it.

[When fighting ugly, twisted monsters one should expect to hear profanity and the occasional screaming. Anger-rage-is far less common and it's only amplified in Kylar's ear and not from the echoes in the chamber around him. He nearly jumps from the suddenness of it, but it does grab his attention if nothing else. He would like it to stop, so he turns to the culprit creating the anger, an easy find. Drawing a weapon against the creature he makes a deep, quick slash down the spine and a cry is released before the oddly shaped thing before it reels back and dies on the ground. Okay, now to calm the real menace.]

Vi.

[He's not worried.]

[ Irritation, relief, embarrassment, happiness, soul-crushing guilt. Vi feels about five different emotions at once (we hate it when that happens). It doesn't do much for her anger, but at least it stops her for a minute.

Flecked with weird monster bits, still holding the thing's tongue in her hand, Vi stares at Kylar. ]

Damn. [ Is that all she can say?? Her eyes flick to his ear, looking for that earring, checking to make sure....

How do you like a helping of feelings of extreme guilt with your monsters? ]

I didn't need you to rescue me.

[ ...Smooth, Vi. ]

[So basically "kasdjlkasdjalkkm". Duly noted.]

No, you didn't. It was faster this way.

[There should be an underlying anger, somewhere under his words. Any of the guilt that's bouncing onto him is crushing anything else that would be there. It's easier to look at the ground or passed her. This is bull shit, he hates this. And where the fuck are they?]

Any ideas what's going on here?

[ Of course he hates this. She hates this, too, whatever this is. It'd be better if she knew at least whether his was the only familiar face here, whether they're going to be hunted down or are already in the clutches of a sick Vürdmeister mad about losing his king, or whatever. Either way, this isn't exactly her ideal situation for a reunion. She hadn't planned what she was going to say to him.

Way to be a little girl, Vi. What were you going to do, lie awake and write letters to him by candlelight? Yeah, right. ]

No. So why aren't you busy rescuing some screaming child instead, being the hero or something?

Honestly? I wasn't that far away and you're louder than they are.

[And basically in his head. He's learning distance doesn't seemed to be directly helping all that much on that end. So may as well. But Vi's fine now, mostly. He'll stand still considering, still not quite looking her in the eye. It's not a favorite decision, but a wise one. When it's reached he actually bothers to look at her... Face. Look at her face.]

Until we know what's going on, we should stick together.

[... With a respectable distance between them.]

[ There's a good long moment of silence. Silence tinged with disbelief. Honestly, she's surprised he wouldn't just let the damn thing to try kill her, for what she's done to him. But then it's Kylar, and since when has he done what she's expected? ]

...Okay. [ it can't go wrong ] Find who's in charge here, get some answers, get out. Got it.

Right. [He says nodding along. Yes, what could go wrong? Probably a lot, actually. But lets ignore those possibilities for now.

For the moment he looks around himself. It's a straight tunnel around them, with no signs of other paths. Or, at least none near by anyway.]

So... which way?

I think there's only one way, genius.

[ It comes out sharper than she intends. Vi bites her lip. She shouldn't antagonize Kylar, not now and not with everything.

She tries not to look at his earring. Someone has to mention it at some point, but she'd really rather no one does. ]

Unless that's a dead-end behind you, there's two.

[Are they really arguing over this? He grumbles a bit as he walks passed her and toward the way she came, making certain to put space between them even in this cramped tunnel.]

C'mon. We should get moving.

I’m saying we both already came from one direction…

[ Shut up, Vi.

She lets him walk for a minute before she shakes herself and starts to follow. ]

So. [ Awkward. ] Exactly how long have you… been here?

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