dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #8

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 April 24th, and apps are open May 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, 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: DEAD FLESH BUFFET
[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 lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to swarm around you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in a group of rotfiends, from the video game The Witcher.

These unpleasant-looking creatures are necrophages, meaning they feed on the flesh of the dead, and if that flesh is in short supply they are happy to add to it. Normally found in groups, they are fast and difficult to corner. What's more, when on the verge of death, they have an annoying tendency to explode into a flammable cloud of poisonous toxins. You left your torch at home, right?]

R A G E
SCENARIO TWO: MMM WHATCHA SAY
[There you were, just walking along the street, minding your own business like a good underground hell-city citizen, when all of a sudden you saw someone. It was like love at first sight - if by 'love' you mean 'deep burning hatred'. You've never wanted to kill someone so much, and why? Well, you're not really sure, but there's probably a reason! You'll just have to figure it out. Or not. Who needs a reason for murder, anyway?

Or maybe you're the one someone else has targeted. Maybe you know they're after you and you're desperately trying to watch your back. Why do they hate you? You don't even know them. Or maybe you do, maybe they're your best friend. Either way, this is a super awkward situation, and someone might end up dead. Hopefully not you!

This is a mini version of our Assassin event this month!]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: SCRATCH OFF
[This morning, you received a scratch ticket in the mail (who knew Hadriel even had mail?), addressed to you. The instructions are clear enough - scratch off three matching icons, and you win a prize! Sure, okay. But here's the grand prize: a one-way ticket home.

Unfortunately, try as you might, you aren't gonna win that one, but keep hoping! And hey, just think of all the other GREAT PRIZES you could win: an inflatable duck, a plastic ring to give your sweetheart, an empty can of Red Bull, a cell phone charm shaped like a strange green creature with a boner.

So what if you didn't win that ticket home? You got something almost as good: a shitty prize! Thanks, Hope!]

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FEAR
[ maybe you were on your way somewhere, or just taking a walk. whatever the reason you were out on the streets, it seems as if it might have been a mistake, because suddenly there are monsters swarming you, reaching to bite and tear and eat.

at least, there were. just as suddenly as they appeared, there's a flicker off to the side, and there's a distant, heavy whumph! your ears might pop at the sudden change in pressure in the area. everything seems to slow, then stop, the monsters frozen in place for a heartbeat, two-- before being smashed violently to the ground. flesh tears, bones snap, and you're snatched into the air by an invisible force as the rotfiends explode into gas, then flames below.

off to the side, floating calmly a few feet in the air, is a child in a straitjacket and gasmask. for a few more moments, he's still, until his head tilts faintly to the side and he sets you back on the ground much more gently than he'd picked you up.

hello. you're welcome. maybe you should both get out of there before more come along. ]

WILDCARD
[ what it says on the tin. hit me with a different scenario if you like. ]

[ ooc; as a note, tretij speaks primarily telepathically, and tends to hear folks' thoughts even when he doesn't want to. if you don't want to deal with that or think it wouldn't work on your character (or just want to work out details), feel free to mention in the tag or pm! ]

[Liquid saw the display of flames, burning flesh and bones snapping. The force wasn't delivered by any blade or bullet. That was something special. Liquid knew those special powers anywhere. The fire. Then, he saw the floating boy and gasped.]

Tretij!

[The blond ran towards his friend and looked up. He already felt his presence long before even clamping eyes on his long lost boyhood friend. It was the sense that he could feel him here within the city. Tretij was here.]

Is it really you?

[ for a heartbeat, tretij isn't certain how to react. it's eli, but it's.. not. he's an adult. his appearance and his voice and even his mind have changed, though.. not entirely. he still feels basically like eli.

he stares uncertainly down at him for several moments, slowly sinking in the air until they're at roughly eye-level. it's.. him. he's here. almost shy for a moment, he brushes against eli's mind, then slips inside. at the same time, a covered hand lifts, touching the older man's cheek, then the curve of his ear, then his chin.

this is.. strange, even for tretij. ]

.. I thought I was alone.

[Liquid stilled his movements and allowed those familiar covered arms to grace over his cheek and face. It was him. He could feel the boy's thoughts almost, yet they felt distant. Had it really been so long? Almost twenty years had passed since he'd seen Tretij like this.]

You're never alone, Tretij. I have always been here for you.

[Every night after leaving their base while seeing it explode in fire Liquid had bonded even closer to Mantis. The Third Child. Mantis was his closest and possibly only true friend he had ever had. He was never going to leave him.]

Hey!

[He's much more distressed by the sudden strangeness of losing touch with the ground than he was by the monsters. He's sure he could've handled them--and, well, he never really even thought about the situation enough to start worrying. It all happened pretty damn fast.

So Firo, without an ounce of gratitude, whirls around to look for whatever could've knocked him into the air (that something levitated him or used telekinesis or something like that doesn't even occur to him). He stops, startled, when he sees the only other thing left alive in the area.]

Uh, hey, kid... You okay?

[Who the hell puts a kid in a straightjacket? It seems like asking for trouble, and Firo doesn't put two and two together quickly enough to realize that this kid is probably anything but defenseless.]

[ tretij stares silently as he's addressed, head tilting slightly, pale eyes unblinking behind the lenses of his mask. at last, though, he lifts a hand, pointing slightly down the street toward an alley. ]

Too loud. [ his psychic voice is soft and probably a little eerie even beyond the fact that he's communicating telepathically. ] There are more.

[ he can feel them out there. they don't think like humans, not really, but he can sense their hunger, their animal intelligence. tretij isn't worried about himself--he's not even worried about this stranger, despite helping him--but being hunted all night isn't something he's interested in experiencing, either. ]

[Firo stares a moment but obliges, lowering his volume to a tad below normal speaking level.]

Don't tell me you're the one who just took care of those things? How the hell'd you do it?

[Wait, what is he doing making conversation if more of those things are showing up?]

Never mind. We gotta get a move on, come on, kid.

[He moves forward to try to grab the kid's shoulder, aiming to lead him away. This is not the sort of thing a child should get tangled up in if they can help it.]

Test Drive Meme #8

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