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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[ clack, clack, woosh.

Quiet reloads her rifle seconds after she empties out the bullets into a group of the rotfiends. Her aim, being as perfect as it is, manages to get all of them in one shot. The unfortunate part is that she had not been prepared for them to explode like do when on the verge of death.

It only gave her a few seconds to jump away from them to avoid getting injured. The sound of them dying must have attracted more which isn't much of a trouble for Quiet, if she was actually in a better position and they weren't so fast.

Clicking her tongue at the roof of her mouth, she sighs in annoyance. Such a vulnerable spot she is in right now. She's too busy looking around to find a better position to be stationed at that Quiet doesn't notice that one of these monsters happens to be lurking behind her. ]

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[ You know those fake make up sets you get as a kid that are completely useless? Quiet happens to win one of those sets and she's just going to stare bluntly at it because what is the point of this??

What is she supposed to do with it??

Turning the lipstick so whatever instead it can go up, she runs it along her hand and -- nothing. Don't mind Quiet as she grumbles to herself about it. ]

Edited 2016-04-22 12:42 (UTC)

[Miriam's been watching from inside one of the shops, ducked behind a window with her arm around Barnaby as the lady takes the monsters down. One right after another, bang-bang-poof and they're all dead. Except that she's missed one, it's creeping up behind her, and that's not good.

No sir, it is not.

Miriam nudges Barnaby and the dog is off like a shot, barking and snarling like mad before he goes in for a tackle, grabbing onto the monster's -- arm thing, and shaking hard.] Get 'im, Barnaby! Wreck him!

[ Hearing a girl's voice and the barking from a dog, Quiet spun around and saw the monster that she had missed. It wouldn't look good if a dog saved her, now would it? So Quiet uses her leg to spin around and hit it in the fast, sending it to the ground.

The dog sure is a good distraction and a nice ally to have. She'll be sure to send the girl a quick nod and reaches for her knife. It looks like she'll need to do some hand-to-hand combat to deal with this. ]

[Barnaby goes to town with a snarl, sinking his teeth into the monster's leg and shaking hard - keeping it off balance for Quiet to finish it off. Unlike most animals - even trained ones - Barnaby knows tactics. He's smart like that.

All the while, Miriam cheers.] Get 'im!

[This is so cool!]

[ This is actually exciting. It feels good to fight side by side with a canine.

A smart one at that. Quiet hasn't even needed to speak which is good, it appears just her body language would be gold idea to send the right signals to him. Now to just take the finishing strike with her knife that she grips onto, shoving it right into its next. Now to just quickly get away before it explodes and releases the gas. Hopefully the dog will be able to get out in time as Quiet jumps back to a safe position within a few seconds. ]

[Barnaby drops the monster immediately and bounds away, following Quiet's lead. His ruff is still up, a doggy mohawk going all the way down his spine, and he barks when the monster explodes. Boom!

Miriam jumps up and down, clapping. So cool!] That's awesome! You're awesome, lady!

[She pauses.] And you're not wearing pants.

[Liquid watched the scantily clad woman fiddle around with a lipstick. She seemed pissed off at not getting something else. The blond found her rather amusing to watch.]

You're not a girl to enjoy makeup, hm?

[ She lets out a heavy sigh and shakes her head, shoving the item into the 'make up' case that they had given her. The second she finds a bin, Quiet will put it in there.

Sure, she could just drop it or toss is aside now, but it wasn't worth the possible scolding she might get. ]

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

[He doesn't know you can't speak, Quiet. This guy can be rude as hell so sorry about that. He narrowed his eyes at her appearance.]

Not cold, are you? You don't seem to be wearing hardly anything. [Yes, he might be staring but he himself didn't wear a shirt. Ever. So, he could relate to that slightly.]

[ All she can do is give him a blank stare before turning her head to let out a heavy sigh. Such a shame that she refuses to speak or else she would prove him wrong.

She will shake her head at his question. Thankfully she doesn't mind him staring though because it wouldn't be the first time.

[The gunshots attract Bigby faster than it does more rotfiends; if someone has guns here, they're probably the smart option to stick with. Despite his own negative experience with them recently, he can appreciate ranged weaponry - just don't point it at him.

Except it turns out that the gun owner is so busy looking in every other direction that the monster behind her, directly between her and Bigby, goes unnoticed by her.

Hopefully she won't panic too much when Bigby growls viciously, already half wolf and clawed, and shoves a hand through the rotfiend's chest, making it screech wildly. He yanks his hand out again and grabs it by the shoulders to throw it powerfully into the short distance before it explodes. Then he turns to her, eyes gold and distinctly disgruntled.]

Watch your back next time.

[ The growl catches her off guard, but it doesn't startle her. Thanks to D-Dog, she has become quite accustomed to he's growling when an enemy is nearby. Quiet spins around, hand on her leg as she is ready to pull out her knife if need be. It looks as if she doesn't need to do anything at this moment however because the creature has been taken care of by the strange, human-wolf being.

Now the sight of him does startle her a little bit because she has never seen someone like him. Sure, she has seen supernatural beings and she is one in a sense, but too see a man who has such wolf like features and is quite packed. He must be friendly however if he is willing to help a stranger, but she keeps her guard up. One can never be too careful though.

All she really does is shrug in response, wearing a look to say 'thanks' however. ]

Edited 2016-04-23 13:27 (UTC)

[He gives a quiet hum in response. Not a talker, huh?]

If you're gonna keep fighting those things, find somewhere to hide first. They're not smart.

[He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at one of the spiralling buildings. They might not look it, but inside is hollow. He rolls his shoulders as he looks away, trying to ignore the smell of the poisonous residue the monsters leave behind.]

[ Perfect, a high enough spot that would allow her to snipe from a better position. There is just one problem though.

The poison.

Quiet had not been paying attention to how close she stood to the fumes as she had been looking at the building Bigby pointed out. Coughing, Quiet moved back a few steps. Grunting in a frustrating manner, Quiet cursed to herself. Her abilities have been hindered for the moment because of it and of course this has to happen when they had a fight on their hands. Don't mind her as she does her best to move away from the gas while coughing. ]

[He's ashamed at himself for not remembering sooner that not everyone can handle poison as well as he can.]

Ah, shit...

[He moved in closer to her (...is she taller than him?) and gently holds her shoulders to help steer her clear of the poisonous residue.]

Deep breaths, kid. Don't push yourself just yet.

Test Drive Meme #8

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Fear is fun :D

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