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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[ The pipe immediately flies up, Harold's arm shaking slightly with the adrenaline rushing through his system. His glasses slipped halfway down his nose in the rush to get to safety and he still hasn't thought to push them back up - a testament to how out of it this sudden attack has rendered him - and Harold squints and scrunches his face up, trying to make out the face of the person who crashed in.

... And then his brain catches up to his body and he just pushes his glasses up with one hand, still brandishing the pipe. Just in case.

But this person doesn't look like his attacker, nor - although Harold is more than aware that facial expressions aren't a perfect indicator of anyone's thoughts - particularly full of rage. So he, slowly, lowers the pipe, edging away from the wall. ]

I take it I'm not the only one being followed? [ That almost - almost - sounds more like a question to the ether. ]

[Mello's hand twitches for the gun tucked into the back of his waistband when he sees the pipe move, but there's enough distance between them, and the other man isn't advancing, so he lets his hand slowly drop back down to his side, watching warily for any sign of trouble. The other man looks more troubled than likely to cause trouble himself, but Mello knows well enough that looks can be deceiving, so he keeps his gaze locked on him for the moment.]

That's right. Seems like there's a city-wide free-for-all going on.

[Mello's no stranger to being targeted; even before Kira knew his name, there were countless gangs and lawmen who would've counted catching or killing him as a worthy feather in their caps. But being that kind of target makes sense, because Mello chose to take certain actions and walk down a certain path to get to where he is now - or was, before he was brought here, wherever this is. Becoming a target under those standings is only logical. This, though ...

Well, enough small talk.]

Who are you?

[ Harold walks - well, limps - closer, still holding onto the pipe but now more as an accessory, or a 'just in case someone decides to run after them' option than any sort of immediate defence. ]

Harold Monal. [ An on-the-spot alias, but it's hardly about to be inspected now, is it? ] And you are?

[Mello knows a lot about aliases, having abandoned his birth name and gone by aliases since he was a small child, first brought to the House to learn how to be a successor to L, the world's greatest detective. In fact, if he knew the name Harold gave was an alias, he'd definitely approve; even so many years into Kira's tyrannical reign, a lot of people were still too eager to give their real names, which was stupid and suicidal, in Mello's opinion.

There was a time when Mello was glad to have people know his chosen name, his main alias, because it came with a reputation for being ruthless and determined to reach his goals, despite the odds or costs. He built that name up for himself among the criminal underworld after he ceded the title as the next L to Near and left the House, used it to gain favor with the Mafia, used it to inspire fear in those who opposed him. Now, though - Kira had his real name too, and the paradoxical anonymity his alias afforded him was blown to bits, the same as his last hideout, the same as the left half of his face. He'd started using other aliases too, older and lesser used names, though none were as old as Mello, his first false name. But did it even matter anymore? He was about to set into motion a perfect zwischenzug designed to bring Kira out into the light of day once and for all, and it all hinged on his name being known. Besides, from what he'd been able to gather, there was only a small probability that Kira and his agents were here in this place too. A name isn't always just a name, but it doesn't necessarily have to mean more than that, either.]

Mello. Any theories about what's going on out there, Harold?

[He hooks his thumb toward the door, indicating the mayhem outside.]

Edited 2016-04-29 04:34 (UTC)

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