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Test Drive Meme #9
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 May 24th, and apps are open June 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:
I'VE SEEN ENOUGH HENTAI TO KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING
[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 malboro, from the Final Fantasy video game series.
These plant-like monsters are essentially comprised of long, tentacle-esque stalks- sometimes with eyes on the ends- and large, gaping mouths. Their breath can be poisonous and literally make you sick to your stomach, and- just your luck- they're carnivorous. Happy hunting!]
C O M B I N A T I O N
SCENARIO TWO: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
[You're so tired- at least you've got a reasonably safe place to rest your head at while you recuperate, right? After all, nothing can go wrong when you're asleep.
Aaand that's where you're mistaken. For this event, all characters who fall asleep will either be Hosts or Visitors in their, or someone else's dreams. All dreams are inflicted by one of the four gods (Hope, Delight, Rage, or Fear), and will have their presence influencing the events within your dreams in order to harvest their desired emotion from you.
The sky is essentially the limit, so long as your dreams correspond with one of the four gods. Happy sleeping!
This is a mini version of our Dreamwalker event this month!]
D E L I G H T
SCENARIO THREE: JUST SAY NO
[On your kitchen table the next morning is a blue pill. Just the one pill, along with a glass of what seems to be water. There's a note in elegant script next to the pill that merely says 'TAKE ME'.
If taken, the pill can have a variety of effects. You can hallucinate, you can get uncontrollable giggles, you can feel drunk, you can feel like colors all have textures and shapes and the world is looking at you through a kaleidoscope! The drug can have whatever effect the player desires, as long as it's pleasurable or fun.
So: do you take it? Can you hear someone who already took the drug, stumbling down the street? You, uh, might want to help them, and do be careful. There's no telling what kinds of monsters are still out there.]
oliver reeder | the thick of it | OTA
[ What. The fuck was this. Ollie has been running around this mess of a city for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out where the hell he is and why is train to Bradford had him end up here. Admittedly, the similarities to Bradford were striking, what with all the decrepit buildings and everything else.
And the--
Whatever this was. He's pretty sure the North got these since he went to university. It's about as horrifying as living outside the M25 is to him now.
It shifts towards him, a great lumpy mass, and his only possible course of action could be; ] Sorry, do you speak English? Where am I?
three ; say yes
[ Look, random pills and politicians are a bad idea.
So, obviously, he's taking it.
The effects kick in almost as soon as he drinks the liquid and suddenly he's flying, floating along clouds with ease and grace.
... In reality? He's kind of just running around the city aimlessly, arms outstretched.
Best. Trip. Ever. ]
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[ hit him up with something else maybe? ]
Re: one;
It might not speak English but I do.
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one;
[ Coloured with irritation. Wanda is studying him critically, whatever she's looking for she doesn't seem to find it. ]
We should move.
gwen stacy, marvel 1610.
POST-TENTACLE EXTRAVAGANZA
POST-TENTACLE STUFF
Uh--what? [this, shouted back, because he was too busy having a knee jerk reaction to register the question]
post-tentacle stuff;
[ She's not in hiding — Wanda's following the flickers of thoughts she can sense in the streets that aren't the monsters. ]
They took you when you were sleeping?
zoë malak ( original character )
II. One Pill, Two Pill ( delight )
III.Wildcard (anywhere )
2!
[Blearily and with some of the gentle confusion of sleep still fogging her mind, Aredhel had wandered into the kitchen just as Zoë swallowed the pill, and watched the sudden change in her expression with the idle curiosity of someone not awake enough for alarm yet.
The statement was enough to at least spur her into a verbal response.]
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michelle | 10 cloverfield lane
[ This is not Houston.
Of course, it's entirely possible that Houston, as Michelle once knew it, doesn't exist anymore. She's had to piece together the situation on her own, and her knowledge still has some pretty significant gaps. It's difficult, especially, to distinguish between the truths that Howard had told her, and the lies. Facts: there has been an attack. The attackers are definitely not human, but Michelle is still cautious enough not to use the word alien. Another fact: the world as Michelle knows it will never be the same.
But even so, Houston shouldn't be this dark. There should be stars, there should be people, and Michelle is fairly certain there should be a lot less stone. But despite her doubts, Michelle keeps exploring the streets of Hadriel, wearing a shower curtain as a biohazard suit and limping, just a little. She carries a small cigarette lighter. It's not much of a defense, but it's something.
It'll have to do, because when Michelle turns the corner, she finds herself face-to-face with a malboro. She flicks the lighter on holding it in front of her. If she can just set one of those tentacles on fire... ]
fear, part two.
[ You stand in an underground bunker. It's not obvious that you're in a bunker at first -- the room looks like a quaint little living room, complete with a jukebox, fish tank, and several dated board games. But there's no windows in this place, and underneath everything is the hum of a generator. Sometimes, the lights will flicker, and the entire place becomes very, very eerie.
You hear a loud, metallic crash, followed by a man's garbled scream. There's a softer hiss of something burning, disintegrating. A woman bursts into the room, running for her life. Following her is a much larger man, half of his bearded face burned and bloody, like it's been doused in acid. Which is exactly what happened. He lunges towards her predatorily, yelling: ]
Michelle! Get back here! You don't know what the fuck you're doing!
[ Do you stay and fight, or do you flee with Michelle? Either way, there's nowhere to go but out, and this man-turned-monster is hot on your heels. ]
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There could be a solid reasoning behind this action, but mostly it is reflexes and spur-of-the-moment that she grabs a chair and smashes it right into the man's kneecaps, using the starting position that bending down to do so to take right after the woman as soon as she sees him going down for at least the moment.]
Does he have weapons on his person?
Newt Geiszler | Pacific Rim + Previous Game CR
[Newt is used to living in a place where there's a constant threat of getting disemboweled by monsters. Or eaten. Or otherwise mentally traumatized. Heck, he's even dealt with killer plants before. None of this should be new. Other than, well, the venue and the surprising constant supply of food and shelter; as such, he might suppose it's a step up from Haven. Though, really, that's not saying much, considering Haven was about rock bottom. Hadriel, in so far, has been an...interesting experience. Not exactly because of the place in and of itself, but mainly for the adjustments Newt has been making. Suddenly waking up to find himself in a gladiator ring with a giant monster hadn't been the most terrifying thing to ever happen to Newt, but it certainly ranked up there. Fortunately he had immediately done what he did best and ran the fuck away. To his great relief, the monster hadn't pursued, and Newt had managed to reach something like safety. So now here he was a week later, venturing outside for the first time since arrival. He's still reeling about the change of scenery, but in an attempt to get his mind off of, well...things...he's finally decided to venture out of the apartment he's been holed up in.
He lifts a hand to scratch at the scar on his face, gruesome and stretching from ear to ear, meeting at the corners of his mouth, with a casual idleness. He's a bit wary of walking around; old habits, after all, die hard, and so he's can't help but nervously tuck his hand into the pocket of his jeans to curl around his switchblade. Not that he's terribly effective with it, but he can sometimes be effective enough at this point that it could be useful.
Sort of. If he doesn't cut himself with it.
Unfortunately, despite the amount of time he spent in a hellhole worse than this and the hyper vigilance he's retained from it, at the end of the day Newt Geiszler is still only human. He doesn't have advanced hearing or smell or spidey sense or whatever. So he's completely unprepared as a vine lashes out from the shadows, curling around his ankle and yanking his feet out from under him. He goes down with a yelp, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of himself. Thus it takes a moment for him to realize he's being dragged into an alleyway.
At which point, he immediately starts freaking out]
Help--help, someone help me--!
[yeah, that's definitely some frantic screaming that's happening right about now as Newt's fingers scrabble at the ground, trying to find something, anything to grab a hold of]
TWO - Host/Hope
[Hello, welcome to a dream. Newt will be your humble host this evening, whether he likes it or not. And because we don't want all of this entire TDM post to be absolutely doom and gloom, this actually seems like a nice dream? By all appearances, anyway.
There's a small kitchen in a small apartment. The TV in the apartment is completely stripped of parts, but for some reason the kitchen seems to be functioning fine. Newt himself is sitting at the kitchen table, tinkering with something or other. It looks like a circuit board of some kind attached to some wires. He should be farther along on it on all things considered, however, as it is, his attention is diverted.
Newt is not alone in this apartment. No, there's another man in the apartment, his back turned toward the table and towards the rest of the room as he stands at the oven, cooking something on the burner. It smells like pasta, maybe, canned tomato sauce and all. And Newt? Well, he simply sits at the table, swinging his legs, elbow on the table and his cheek resting on his fist, watching the other man's back with a soft smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. It even makes his scar less gruesome somehow with the way it tugs at the corners of his mouth. Either way, he definitely hasn't noticed your presence yet.]
THREE
[There was no way in HELL or anywhere else that Newt was going to ingest that pill. Not yet, anyway. He had enough strange substances forced on him in Haven; he wasn't about to take one willingly. No, instead, he's pulled out his strange slap-dash microscope, which is essentially a very high-tech projecting tablet from Tony Stark combined with a specially crafted lens (thanks, people with superpowers!!) So you'll find him in whatever parts-strewn workshop he's managed to create, probably in an empty apartment, making an attempt to extract whatever is in this pill so he can put it under a microscope and study it.]
WILDCARD???
[I'm p flexible and open, so HMU??]
Final OOC Note: So Newt is coming from a horror game and carries with him some obvious visible scars from it. If you'd like to see what exactly those scars are, you can do so over here! You can also find me at
two!
Wow! That is, uh—what is that? It looks like junk.
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two; i forgot to put previous cr in my thing w/e
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Near | Death Note + CRAU
Near is used to being dumped into random places by this point, but those don't usually involve immediate danger. His reflexes allow him to jerk just outside the range of the tentacle taking a swipe at him, at least. He glances up at the creature, but no particular surprise or fright crosses his face at the monstrous appearance.
But behind his blank expression, his mind is furiously calculating. So many variables that should be present, have become so familiar to him over the past year and a half, are simply not there and that's more alarming than the monster. But there's no time to consider them. Not now.
He scoots back again as another tentacle lashes out, eyes scanning for an avenue of escape. Getting out of here is what he needs. He can't fight, and he can't keep on dodging for long; he will wear out. A little assistance would not be remiss.
And Now That That's Over . . .
He is not where he should be; that much could not be any more obvious. But the stress of his arrival and what he'd had to do in order to escape the situation has worn Near down considerably.
He doesn't rest out in the open; that would be far too risky. Instead, he finds his way into one of the little shops and crouches up against a wall, one knee tucked to his chest. He's small, disheveled -- clad in plain white pajamas, even, like he'd been dumped out of bed to get here --- and very clearly not in a good physical state at the moment. His eyes are focused on the floor and he reaches a hand up to curl his index finger into his hair.
Near may not look like he's paying attention to anything except the floor, but he is. Always observe. That is one thing about his life that never changes.
Dream a Little Dream of Me: Delight
The day is a typical one, as Near has come to know. Another day of the cold learning set within warm, homey walls and wood-paneled floors. Class is ending now, and each of the children, seated at neatly-ordered desks, are handed the results of their latest evaluation. There are scattered murmurs of either satisfaction or disappointment, but Near himself sits silently, noting his perfect score as something of a foregone conclusion.
It's nice, and he's indeed satisfied with the result, don't get him wrong. But it's also expected.
And then the other children crowd around his desk, peeking over his shoulder and the shoulders of others, clamoring to see his score. There's excited chattering in place of the murmurs now.
"Wow, you did it again, huh?"
"You're so good at this, Near. We're never gonna catch up, are we?" Followed by a self-deprecating laugh.
The praise brings him no satisfaction. In fact, he mostly ignores it, calmly pushing himself out of his chair to escape the crowd. "Please excuse me."
He's off without another word, carrying his test paper with him. But on his way out of the classroom, he stops close to the desk of one of the few students who hadn't crowded him, a slightly older blond boy, and peers down at the paper clutched tightly in the boy's fists.
"Only two points off. Congratulations, Mello."
Mello's head snaps up at that, his eyes narrow. "I don't need congratulations from you. Don't come over here to throw your score in my face, Near."
"You're misunderstanding my intent."
"The hell I am." Mello shoves himself out of his chair, stares Near dead in the eyes. "You've gotten comfortable with this, haven't you? Think you're just going to keep beating me all the time? You aren't as great as you and everyone else thinks you are. They might suck up to you, but I'm not going to."
Near doesn't say anything, doesn't flinch at the harsh stare, just tilts his head marginally, listening.
Mello appears to take this as an insult; his expression darkens further, the paper in his hand crumpling as his fist tightens. "Next test, I'm kicking your ass. And then I'll keep doing it. I'll show you who's really better, who's really going to get chosen in the end." The scowl fades into a crooked smirk. "Maybe I'll congratulate you on second place then and see how you like it."
It's meant to be an insult. Near knows that. To anyone else, that's exactly what it would be, sending up a wave of defensiveness or irritation or anger, and the urge to lash back verbally or physically. But Near? He smiles. It isn't a normal smile; it's off-kilter and strange, like he doesn't know how to do it properly.
"Oh?" His voice had been toneless before, but now it contains a hint of something lighter. Amusement, perhaps. Maybe even happiness. "Well, I wish you luck, then. You've got a task ahead of you. I look forward to the contest."
Mello's smirk fades back into that scowl and his jaw twitches, just once. "Don't mock me, you little freak."
With that, Mello stalks off. Near doesn't mean to follow him exactly; he's just on his way out of class himself. And that odd smile has yet to fade from his features. A moment later, there's a disgusted glance back from Mello and a light shove to the side. Near, being smaller and frailer, stumbles back and finds himself in the toy room. This is fine.
The smile fades, but there is still the mildest spark of something in his eyes. He crouches on the floor, sets his test paper aside, and pulls a pair of toy robots out of a box on the other side. He seems completely engrossed in them, not even realizing that anyone else might be there.
Until he reaches his hand up, but with his eyes still on the toys, points to a large box of Lego on the other side of the room. "Could you get that for me, please?"
sobbing, the tentacles.
She doesn't give the matter much more thought, just picks up her skirts and hurries forward, coming at the monster from the side. She's not in the habit of showing off her particular and unique set of skills in front of civilians, but saving the boy is far more important at the moment. Once she's close enough and angled in the proper direction to avoid hitting the boy in the process, she murmurs a familiar Latin chant and raises up her hands, calling forth a heavy burst of energy toward the creature.
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wailing, the dreaming.
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Aredhel | Silmarillion
[This forest is old. Tall, ancient trees grow into the sky, joining their crowns far above so that only a soft twilight hits the ground. Needles and leaves crunch under the feet of those who go here, between the trees that grow in a hilly landscape. Somewhere, a small stream can be heard in the distance, and every once in a while and slowly approaching, the laughter of a child and once or twice and adult woman's voice, commenting on something that the child said.
It's a peaceful, almost tranquil atmosphere, inviting one to sit down and enjoy the serenity.]
SCENARIO THREE: JUST SAY NO
[Well, taking that pill definitely was a good idea. Ever since she did this morning, there suddenly seems to be a neverending supply of hounds, horses and falcons of various sizes and breeds around the city. And all of them can speak! She would wonder where they all came from, if she wasn't so happy that they are there - she's really missed her favourite hunting companions.
To everyone who isn't her, it does however look like she treats all the other people in Hadriel like dogs or horses or birds - she'll talk to them, yes, but she'll also comment on how nice their fur is and how beautiful various parts of them are, and do they want a treat (yes, she has some on her by now) and then she'll just try to pet everyone if no countermeasures are taken.
She could be seen like this all morning, and now she just spotted a new "dog"/"horse"/"falcon" and grins, walking over with a skip in her step.]
I think no that we had the pleasure yet... I truly wonder how I could miss all of you beauties...
3!
He freezes when she actually talks, one eyebrow rising.]
Excuse me, miss?
["Beauties"? She must be talking about something else.]
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wanda maximoff | mcu, no spoilers.
[ She only tore one of these things in half by accident: when it got too close and she could feel her chest burning trying to hold her breath. Wanda is avoiding them as a rule: at least until she can find a gas mask and someone who knows the layout of the city. This would be easier with Pietro. She has put that in a small place where her conscious mind can't reach for it. ]
[ It doesn't mean she'll ignore one in her way, or others trying to fight or flee. Red flicks across its lower tentacles: the ones helping it walk, and you better avoid the spray of plant goo. ]
This way.
[ She emerges behind you. ]
Hurry, there will be more.
→ delight
[ She's not the kind of person to have suspicion live in the bones and keep looking over her shoulder, but something so deliberately placed never inspires confidence. Instead, Wanda pockets it and walks outside, approaches the first person she sees. ]
Excuse me. Did you get a blue pill?
→ wildcard me
[ anything else; go wild. ]
delight.
Without a word, Stephanie fishes the pill out of the pocket of her hoodie and flashes it at Wanda. ]
I'm guessing we match. [ in that they both have a blue pill. Huh. ]
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jo harvelle | supernatural
ｄｅｌｉｇｈｔ
fear;
[ What, you did ask. Wanda is tucked near the window, watching from the side, trying to track their movement pattern. No point hiding forever. ]
We are safe here for now.
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Matt | Until Dawn
[Aw, fuck, not more monsters.
Matt dodges one of those ... tentacle vine things, but he doesn't keep running. Nope, not after making it off the mountain. There could be more of them behind him (he turns around; nothing; good), or they could be like the thing in the mines, the monster he shot with the flare gun. Standing still had seemed to make it lose interest. Seems like the right thing to do here.
It's a good plan and one he intends to stick with, except he sees someone about to get grabbed by another one of those plant things (what the fuck, this is so fucked up).]
Hey! Behind you!
[Whether they pay attention or not, Matt runs for them, either to pull them out of the monster's reach, or to stand between them and the monster if they're far enough away.]
delight
[O...kay...
Ignoring the weird kitchen (really weird kitchen), Matt picks up the note and snickers.]
Uh... thanks, but I don't do this kind of thing.
[He is an honorable athlete, thank you very much.]
fear!
It's not that Eliza isn't observant - quite the opposite, in fact. She's too absorbed in studying how the creature moves to move out of harm's way. These things are fascinating, and she has the perfect opportunity to investigate up close!]
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Herbert West | Re-Animator
[This wasn't the first time Herbert tangoed with slimy appendages. Not something he welcomed to relive but at the very least he was prepared.
For starters, being very close to a blunt object helps. Unfortunately that wasn't the case and Herbert wasn't willing to put smacking a plant beast in the mouth with a 2x4 to the test.
And he tried to avoid them at all costs with nothing but a wooden board to protect him. He couldn't get away from the creature fast enough.] Get back!
[He hissed and turned back, swinging at the air with his lackluster weapon.]
scenario three;
[Interesting. He holds the pill between his thumb and index finger. Harmless from its outer casing but it was nevertheless vexing to be left in the dark about its substance.
He peeks his head out from the kitchen entrance and back inside. Again he examines the pill, using his thumb to roll it over.] We're out of hydrogen peroxide.
three because he'd be zip help w/ one
[ Perhaps more a consequence of expectations rooted in a different locale and exceedingly little familiarity with this one. Still. He suspects that isn't quite the point.
It had not interested him, the pill. No, curiosity's prick was more of a mosquito bite, an irritant. His scientific pursuits and motive had rarely been of the Alice-curiosity sort. That was rather more Newton's area of idiotic expertise (perhaps less so now).
Besides, dressing up a thing to wink at a children's story didn't make it less like to be poison.
All of which leaves him sour and dismissive and not much interested in the game, thus the pinch of his mouth as he hovers in the doorway. ]
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Sasha | Tales From the Borderlands | OTA
Shit!
[Sasha's back slamming against the wall after she vaults over it for cover makes her broken arm throb painfully, but she doesn't let go of her SMG; instead, she hugs it tighter, her breathing ragged as she moves into a crouch to glance over the bit of long, flat rubble that might have once been a wall.]
Since when did plants have goddamn teeth?!
[She reaches awkwardly over the wall to open fire, and a stalked eye swivels to glance at the widely missing shots - look, it's hard to aim properly with a broken arm - and another three lock onto her. Sasha's own eyes widen in shock, and she's back below the wall before a tentacle can whip into the space where her head was.
Wow, a hand would sure be nice right about now!]
WILDCARD: Whatever takes your fancy
[Let's goooooo! APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE for the lack of icons, still working on that. ]
ZIPS THE HELL IN HERE.
Hey asshole! Nibble on this!
[ Was her voice loud enough to reach Sasha? Whatever the result was, Fiona came equipped - an impromptu molotov cocktail. The burning rag rips through the wind as the glass hits down onto the creature, erupting in a flurry of flames. The inhuman screams as it flails around, whipping its tendrils around in pain. ]
YEAH GIRL GIMME THE GOODS
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Dr. Hermann Gottlieb | Pacific Rim | OTA
[ Hermannn had an assortment of rather good reasons for avoiding the tunnels in the last slice of Hell that had imprisoned him, or, of avoiding them without superhuman accompaniment.
He wasn't fast. The practical necessity of his cane saw to that. Even after all that time, he hadn't developed much fighting ability -- yes, he could get the switchblade open and jab it. Yes, desperation and danger had done wonders for his reflexes, but the constant starvation offset much of those benefits.
Those reasons fully apply to the present, but in the present, there had been no opportunity to avoid.
No, suddenly, there it is, and he loathes the illogical concept of suddenly, but there it is, hideous and green and rather faster than such a large mess of plantlife should be. He's got a bit of a prejudice, admittedly; his last encounter with hostile plants had resulted in a briefly nicked cane and a sequence of deku nuts cracking against his forehead.
This looks like it will be worse. Not that he's standing still and reflecting so nostalgically (the wrong word if there ever was one), no, he's backing up, his teeth grinding, his cane skidding against the ground.
However -- rather faster. Its mouth has exhaled something pungent and opaque, and though he tries to breathe through his sleeve, the effort's soon shown futile, as his stomach roils, and, well, he's long had a weak stomach.
The problem -- one of the problems -- with finding oneself abruptly bent over in convulsive, vomiting heaves, is that there is still a grotesque amalgamation of hideous botany advancing upon him.
He'd complain if he could open his mouth without barfing. As it is, he can barely duck the next tentacle. ]
TWO: Pick up after yourself; RAGE
[ It should be swiftly apparent to any visiting that they are not in their own head. Not unless they have reason to recognize the room (2). He's at the chalkboard, halfway up, and leaning hard to continue chalking an equation. Initially, it's near peaceful, the air silent but for the scratch (not screech) of the chalk, thick with industrious occupation.
Then, it begins.
A wretched, squelching, sick sound. His shoulders tense, hitching toward his ears, which pink with preemptive ire. After five years, he knows the sound well. He knows, too, by its proximity, that the source has fallen on his side of the lab. Hermann slides down the ladder, skipping the last rung, yanking his cane from its hook and whirling, his face ready and contorted for the inevitable:
Kaiju bits, stinking, slimy, and on his! side!! of!!! the!!!! lab!!!!!. ]
Every sodding day --
[ He snarls, advancing toward it, and here's what makes the nightmare:
Just as he rears to kick them back over the line, another such sound.
Hermann spins, finding a similar heap of nastiness at the foot of his chalkboard.
He kicks backwards, clumsily, heel against the other bits, to urge them back over the line, before he scampers to the board -- and another sound.
Another.
The floor.
Is filling.
With kaiju guts.
Hermann's hand shakes on his cane's handle. His face might actually be as purple as the bits surrounding him. He looks every bit like a toddler on the precipice of a temper tantrum, if said toddler was of the Benjamin-Button-good-God-why-is-that-child-so-creased variety. ]
WILDCARD
[ I swear I can be serious. ]
OK HERE I AM
Wow, that thing is leaking a lot of gross fluid...
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wait. that's not monster juice. that's. oh.
gross.
Lilith blows the Malboro away with another (overly casual??? #fpslyfe) shotgun blast and approaches the thin man currently doubled over and puking.] Hey, uh... hey. Are you gonna be all right, there?
WELCOME HERO
u can't be serious at all - TWO
100% accurate good call - ALSO HE HATES YOU SO MUCH
whoops i made it angsty this was supposed to be funny 1/2
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it was supposed to be ANGRY rage is gonna kick your ass
STOLE UR THUNDER, RAGE, SORRY NOT SORRY
prob v. appropriate for fear to take over
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BECAUSE I DO WHAT I WANT aka wildcard
what a loser
tw: spirals you jerk
8) i didn't design hadriel
WHY IS IT ALWAYS SPIRALS
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x²+y² = a²[arc tan (y/x)]².
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ａｌａｙｎｅ ｓｔｏｎｅ ｜ ａｓｏｉａｆ
↝ ｄｅｌｉｇｈｔ
delight
He looks over at her for a moment, weighs her warning with thoughtful blue eyes before closing his hand around it and putting it in his pocket.]
They kinda need us, so it probably isn't poison. But you're right, that doesn't mean any good's going to come of it.
[Steve looks at her again. Her height is misleading, because she looks young. Nervous too, not that he can blame her for that.]
What's your name?
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Elmer C. Albatross | Baccano!
[There's a very plain but pleasant-looking young man wandering the streets. His slightly worn clothes and bag slung on his shoulder give the impression of a college student on a backpacking holiday. Suddenly arriving in a strange, scary place hasn't seem to do much to wipe the bright smile from his face. Surprisingly, neither does the marlboro that suddenly turns the corner and comes face-to-face with him. Instead, he lights up with excitement.]
Is that-- Are you an Oscar? Ha, and me without a fire spell!
[Tentacles suddenly lash out towards him. Maybe someone ought to help the poor sap.]
[Two]
[Are you having a dream? It doesn't matter what emotion it's tied to. There are reasons for that. But Elmer shows up anyway, looking around much like a tourist. Despite whatever is going on, he'll greet you cheerfully.]
Hi there! I didn't know I could get lost while sleeping, but here we are. This is a dream, right?
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Hey! Watch it!
[Firo charges forward to try to tackle the man out of the way.]
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[Two] | Rage!
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eliza rose davies | original character
You're eight years old, and you wake in your bed to the sound of your father screaming in the house below.
You race down the stairs from your bedroom to your father's study as fast as your legs can possibly carry you, heart pounding high in your throat. The door opens easily when you try the knob - no need to pick the lock this time - and you gasp at what you see inside the room. Your father stands in the middle of the floor, a strange sigil scrawled there in chalk, and in front of him hovers a spectral figure wearing an old military uniform, like what you remember seeing in drawings of history book accounts of the Crimean War.
"Father!" He looks awful - hair mussed, clothing rumpled, hands blackened. He turns to you with panic and horror in his expression, and so does the spectral figure in front of him. His eyes burn with an eerie green light, and he speaks your name in an inhuman voice: "Eliza."
"No!" your father shouts, and suddenly, the room goes black.
pill scenario; delight.
It's not that Eliza is stupid, or doesn't care about her own safety. Her problem is the fact that she is intensely curious, and that sense of wonder and her desire to know more often overrides both her impressive intellect and her sense of self-preservation.
Someone as smart as she should probably hesitate when presented with a pill of unknown origin and contents, but alas, Eliza swallows it immediately, without reservation. It doesn't take long for the effects to kick in.
"Are you seeing all this as well?" she asks, turning to you with a wide grin stretched across her face.
delight - im always sorry for em in advance tbh
Emily isn't impressed with newcomers in general, but holy shit does this one take the cake.
"If you end up turning into a monster, don't come crying to me. One, I can't help you; and two, you brought this on yourself.
"Also, no, I'm not seeing whatever the fuck you're seeing, because I value my life, even if I am living in shithole cavetown."
Fucking honestly.
lmao never be <3 em is always right
literally tru, that's in the rules
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Victor Talbot | Baccano! | OTA!
[Victor had been minding his own business when he got tangled up, literally, in a fight with some hidieous plant monster. The first attempt at eating him leads to some ruined clothing and a very angry FBI agent. Once he finally gets out of that mouth, and back on his feet, he turns to try and pull his gun on the thing.]
That's it. I don't know whose idea of a great lab experiment you were, but where I come from you don't just eat people.
[Well...]
Unless you're a greedy asshole. So how about you eat this...
[Victor reaches to draw his gun but instead just finds his torn holster. The gun's probably in the mouth of that... thing!]
Son of a....
[And then it exhales on him. The cloud gets Victor coughing and choking before he gags and even throws up on the pavement. At least the plant got him to shut up. Also, it is reaching out intending to try and eat him again.]
[Three | Fun police]
[Victor's on a rampage. Already he has a pocket with several blue pills he's confiscated. Now he's tracking down anyone else he sees with them.
This is not just because someone high off the pill barged into his room and pissed him off. Why would you say that?]
Hey! You! Don't you dare eat that. Give it here. People need to stop taking random drugs. What is wrong with you people? I'm going to dispose of them and then I'm going to have to round up those who took them next.
[Yes, Victor is assuming everyone with the pills is a potential drug addict. He does not seem sorry about this.]
Raphael | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | OTA
[Raph woke up in the middle of what seemed to be an arena, when he looked around. Tall walls all around him, about the size of a football field, maybe. Maybe a little bigger. He scrambled to his feet after finding his sais, and made a circle to get his bearings, but he didn't see anything familiar. Just walls and a handful of people, which made him a little edgy, but he'd deal. Figure out the situation first. Find his brothers, if they were even here. Had to be, right? If he was here, didn't make sense if they weren't.]
Leo! Donnie! Mikey?
[But nobody answered. Crap. Not good.
And while he kept looking, taking a few steps in a direction at random -- because they couldn't not be here, that already happened once, wasn't happening again if he could help it -- he ran into some...thing. Like a giant plant, only it was scuttling along the ground, and when he got close it flung tentacles at him, giant...mouth snapping at him too, and that was ridiculous, but then he was a giant talking turtle with ninja skills so maybe, when it came down to it, it wasn't that weird.
Either way, he didn't really have much time to get all philosophical when it started coming at him, and that had always been Donnie's job anyway.
He can handle himself. It's just a giant plant, and he's got a shell to protect against barbs and teeth and he's faster than he looks like he should be, even if he's mostly the brute force guy. So he cuts down the first one and moves on. He has to find his brothers if they're here.
Congratulations, Hadriel, there's a six foot-plus tall turtle roaming the arena, looking for trouble.]
[He hadn't meant to fall asleep.
Sure, he'd gotten settled in a little, but it was a holding pattern. Not for good, just until he could figure out how to get back. He needed to keep an eye out, with all the real monsters out there. He wasn't supposed to fall asleep, not until he'd finished his hunt for the day, but he'd gotten more worn out than he should have and the next thing he knew he was in the apartment he'd commandeered, barely able to keep his eyes open, and then he was out.
He's back in the sewers, the Foot clan swarming in all over again. They should be okay, they're on home turf and it's against a bunch of guys they've already taken on, they can do this, but they were never supposed to be able to follow them home. They weren't supposed to be able to find them. But they did, and Shredder's here, and it's bad. He's angry, and he's scared, for his brothers, for Splinter, and okay, maybe for April too but she's still a stranger no matter what Splinter says and he can't help the nagging feeling if she hadn't come down here this wouldn't be happening. So he fights, with everything he's got, because it's the only thing he can do right now. Try to stop things from getting any worse.]
[He shouldn't have taken it.
He knew better; there's a pill on the table, you don't frickin' swallow it, but it is what it is and it's too late now, and anyway he feels way too good to worry about it right now. So there's a giant turtle with entirely too much energy running through the streets, using anything and everything in his path as part of his mental jungle gym.]
Sandor Clegane | Games of Thrones/ASOIAF | OTA
[ In all of his life, for all of the horrible atrocities and terrible things he'd seen, Sandor Clegane had never encountered something quite as ugly and vile as these creatures. And he grew up Clegane, so that was saying a lot! For a moment, all he could do was stare at it as it bellowed out some noxious breath and raised its tentacles ready to strike -- not him. Someone else.
He could have walked away. He should of walked away. Interfering never did him a damn lot of good. And yet for some reason, his hands tightened around the ax he currently carried. ]
Oh for fuck's sake.
[ With a limp in his gait, The Hound charged into battle -- swinging the ax and slicing that tentacle clean through. And through some strength of will or maybe pure luck, after a few moments of a grueling battle, he managed to defeat the damn thing. You'd think he would turn to the person he saved and ask if they were all right. But such a thing was too damn polite. ]
Next time you go out and decide to let some plant make a mutton chop of ya, do it when no one else has to watch.
[ Two; The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors (Fear) ]
[ Clegane wasn't any stranger to nightmares. They often plagued him when he didn't have enough drink to chase them away into a dreamless sleep. But the landscape of this particular nightmare was comparable to hell -- with fires raging around him, lapping up the surroundings and burning everything else away until it was the only thing visible. The orange heat raged, causing perspiration to trickle down the one side of his face that still could perspire. The other side was covered in a gnarled and twisted burn scar, perhaps a product of the dream (though anyone who knew him would realize it was the cause of it.)
He backed up when a bit of molten ash spewed in his direction and his eyes darted around him, panicked and seeking an escape route. Any escape route. With shallow breaths and widened eyes, the smoke so intoxicatingly real he felt himself choking on it, and the heat burning his skin without even touching -- Clegane was like a trapped animal, helpless but ready to tear something apart in that fear. ]
[ Three; Wildcard! ]
[ Choose your own adventure. ]
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This thing fell into the latter category.
Taken straight from the thick of battle, she's thrust into another battle she's not prepared for. She drops her weapons immediately as the tentacles curl around her ankles and drag her to the ground with a heavy thud. The force knocks the wind from her chest, and just as she realizes she's lost any means to defend herself she starts to scramble back for her weapons. The tentacles keep their tight hold on the plant's prey, dragging her back despite her clawing at the pavement to try to reach her blade.
Then there are other sounds. Dull thuds and the tearing of plant flesh. Something warm coats her as the plant sprays her with... whatever plant monsters bleed. Hey. She's not asking questions here. ]
I was handling it myself. [ She snarls, sitting up and tearing the dead vines off her legs. Once freed, she gets up, running for her knife and ax. She gathers both, holding them defensively and turning so her back isn't to Clegane anymore. ]
Who are you? And how did I get here?
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