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test drive meme #13

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 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, 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: DON'T LOOK AT ME
[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 hop right on you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in several Boos, from the Mario video game series.

These monsters can be menacing, but are also incredibly shy. When looking directly at them, they will cover their faces and fade into the background- however, when turning away from them, they advance on you until they're in the perfect spot to take a nice big bite. The only way to defeat them is to escape this part of the level- that is, run madly away and try to keep up eye contact while you do so. They may look cartoonish, but those ghost teeth can be sharp!]

SCENARIO TWO: YOU'VE GOT RED ON YOU
[Hadriel is home to many things- temples, irate gods, angry citizens and... well, zombies, apparently. Beware as they start to walk/stagger/generally kind of shuffle around the streets of the city, since where there's one or two, there's usually a hundred more just waiting for the right moment to strike.

Zombies attack Hadriel by the dozen for this prompt, and nowhere in the city is technically safe from them! While they're not necessarily fast or intelligent, they have an advantage on you in that they have a lot more friends and they can't feel pain. So saddle up, bunker down, and try to survive the infestation!

This is a mini version of our Dead Men Walking event this month!]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: CAPTURE THE FLAG
[Hey, what's Hadriel without a few mind-numbingly stupid games to forget the fact that you're in a murdercave that routinely tries to scare the crap out of you while also maybe killing you every once in awhile? You're not quite sure who came up with this particular mind-numbingly stupid game, but you seem to be playing, so get your running shoes on and grab that inhaler!

This is a game of Capture the Flag, and thanks to Rage, you're really starting to feel that competitive spirit. You're going to win- you have to. So what if you incur a few fouls along the way?

There's a red team and a blue team for this prompt, with both teams trying to protect their corresponding flags. Try to strategize to take the other team's precious flag, chase someone from the opposing team down, or just go all out and full body tackle that poor guy who got a little too close to your territory- it's all on you!]

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Andros was flying around on his galaxy glider, near one of the many moons in Gratha system. There was so much that needed to be done. And no, that wasn't just paranoia or him trying to get out of some customary social event. Things had to be checked. There were bound to be leftovers from the United Alliance of Evil. It wasn't like they all had time to pack before they were destroyed by the Z-wave. So, he had to check. Like double check Earth's moon to make sure Rita and Zedd didn't leave anything behind. The last thing he wanted was an era of peace disrupted by some stupid human picking up some space junk. Again. And the oceans. Who knew what Divatox left floating around. In fact, he was just going to search the entire universe. Double check it. Triple check it. (Not like he had anything else to do now).

And then, Andros was not in space. At all. He was in some weird planet, except instead of a sky, there was a ceiling. No, not a ceiling. A cave? He was underground. Quickly stopping so he didn't plow over people and looked back behind him. Whatever had brought him here was already closed. Great. He'd have to find another way. Andros paused, considering parking the galaxy glider on one of these streets and exporing. So far, so good. The ranger stood still for a minute, listening for tell tale cackling, mocking or the old favorite 'KILL HIM!'.

Edited 2016-09-20 18:01 (UTC)

i. she's bad at eye contact

[For someone who lived in the Underground her whole life, literally surrounded by monsters, being best friends with a ghost, you think she'd be more equipped to handle this properly.

Except, she's not, because prolonged eye contact is near impossible and running backwards is even worse, because she has a big tail that keeps getting in the way. But she is pretty frequently looking over her shoulder, so...

Maybe she's just totally bowled you over, or flung herself around a corner right on top of you. Whoopsies! She's very good at apologizing, at least.]

ii. THIS IS WORSE THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE

[Ha. Haha. Oh man! This is just like one of her animes. Except she's alone and basically the token scientist character and not the brawler, so she's probably going to die like a background NPC, which is really, really not how she wanted to go.

And yet, Alphys is huddled up as high as she can find herself, with a pile of scrap metal, building what appear to be little boxes that she's setting around her. Materials are scarce and she's working with what she can, but they're really nothing more than proximity sensors getting stuck to doors and windows, that send a signal to a little remote that's currently lying next to her leg. What's she gonna do about that? ... Well, that's a question for another day. At least she's gonna know something's coming.

Feel free to have triggered it and encounter a Very Scared Lizard! This is what you wanted, right?]

iii. wildcard

[Hit me up with a prompt if you have another idea! I'm open for all sorts of things!]

In the coliseum

Jenny at first fell for how harmless they looked, assuming they were some kind of mascots of... whatever this place is. It looks like a derelict theme part. She was to one of them, long ago, to train her absorption skills.

Perhaps that should have tipped her off.

The way it is, she barely avoids being mauled, but the thing still manages to put a deep gash into her arm before she can whirl around and press her hand to a slightly less dangerous part of it and concentrate.

Adrenaline rushes always aid this, and so the thing is sucked into the palm of her hands within moments and her hand. She throws a look around quickly once that is gone.

Are there more approaching? Are there other people who are likewise being approached by those? What the heck is going on?

In the streets

She managed to leave the coliseum without another incident (or at least, without another injury), but as she walks around the city, it is still obvious that she is hurt - she's holding her left arm with her right to support it and her dark blue jacket is soaked with blood at her upper arm.

While attentive to her surroundings, she also seems to be cursing quietly.

She's definitely cursing quietly.

As soon as she spots someone who might qualify as human, she approaches them.

"Hey, you! Where can I find a doctor here?"

Capture the flag

So you're on the red team, apparently. You also are just a bit too close to the blue team's flag.

And this policewoman here spotted you and is now melting out of the shadows a few metres away, gaining speed quickly as she's storming at you to take you down.

[Papyrus is excitedly patrolling with his little city guard sash displayed prominently across his chest, paying careful attention to his surroundings. There seems to be strange ghosts that only move when your eyes aren't on them, which may be dangerous as it is impossible to harm a ghost to make a quick getaway! Especially if there are no grab blocks around. Papyrus is pretty good at avoiding them, thankfully, as he checks around for anyone that might need help.

As attentive as he is, however, when a yellow lizard flings herself around a corner, he doesn't see it coming and they crash right into each other.]

What is-- [he begins, worried he just ran into one of the dangerous creatures that are about, catching himself on the wall of a building to keep from falling. On second glance, though, he recognizes this lizard!] Alphys! Hello! I am so glad to see you!

[Completely oblivious to the fact that she's terrified and there's a dangerous ghost hot on her tail, he simply greets her normally.]

[Sans, being the eternally graceful being that he is (and by "graceful" we mean "prone to scrambling map values so he can get places with a minimum of actual walking involved," has been more or less zooming all over the city in an effort to keep the horde off his back. With, uh. With limited success. Why do those things even wanna chomp down on him, anyway? He's bones.

Eh, well. No bones about it, right? He ends up behind Alphys. He also ends up standing.

Standing relative to the floor, that is. So he's lying on his back, granted a spectacular view of the cave ceiling, when he finally pipes up:]

What a day, huh?

The questions this raised were almost more terrifying than the implications. Aside from the target obvious fact that this wasn't where she's been only moments ago, there weren't any caves in the city--and there certainly weren't any this large underneath Japan. The sheet weight of the buildings would have collapsed the ceiling by now and the sinkhole would have been rather obvious.

Waking up in an arena hadn't helped her feel any safer, either. Not that she would have expected to be right at home after being ripped out of hers without so much as a warning. And no Net, either. At least, not one that had access to anything she needed. Like current news. Or her external memory. She was well and truly cut off. Cybercomms down, no way to call out, no external Net... it's like living in the stone age.

She hadn't been stopped when she left the colosseum, though, so she wandered, learning the layout. She wanted desperately to get higher--climb a building and get a top-down view, but she couldn't be certain which--if any--would support the weight of her cyberbody. Some of them looked downright condemned.

She noticed the surfboard first, followed by the outlandish outfit. Really, the lengths some people would go to just to get noticed...

"Going to a costume party?"

i. i can't believe i managed to wax rhapsodic about a fucking mario monster
note: this prompt contains oblique spoilers for The Witch, and there'll probably be more explicit mentions of the events near the end of the movie in future tags, so if you don't want that let me know in your subject header and i'll avoid spoilers.

[ There's a girl in the Colosseum! She's got fresh blood on her face and hands, spattered down the front of her unmistakably archaic dress and the apron attached to it, and a billhook in one fist, and she is staring at a Boo with the wide-set, unblinking gaze of a person who has recently Seen Some Shit. Her accent sounds strange, clearly British but with a pronunciation alien to any modern dialect, when she speaks quietly to herself. ]

What manner of creature...?

[ But does it matter, really? Regardless of the category, it is a devil for certain, because Thomasin knows where she is now. She is exactly where she belongs, damned soul that she is. She is in Hell. This is not how she has imagined it in her nightmares, nor how Father described it in his fiery readings of the Word, but is it not another sign of human folly to assume that the true torments of the pit would be revealed to any man in their lifetime?

She moves forward with slow, unsteady footsteps, watching the imp cover its face and knowing not what she will do or say when she reaches it. Her entire mind is fixed on what she thinks is the reality of her situation, of what she's just done and what horrors she has yet to face in consequence, and she doesn't notice even the slightest indication of any other monsters in the area. Of course there is one, it's flying at her back, and by the looks of her she's not durable enough to just walk off a bite -- bloody or not. Please... save her traumatized Puritan ass... or at least yell at her to run or something, that works too. ]

ii. no john thou art the demons

[ At this point, Thomasin has somehow managed to get the intro speech about what's going on and at least semi-accepted the concept that she has not, in fact, been cast into the deepest pits of Hell as punishment for her sins, so the desperate will to survive that's powered her through all the other horrors inflicted upon the farm has sparked back to life! On the other hand, there are now revenants on the loose, and all that separates them from her is a billhook, prayer to a God she no longer believes will hear her, and the upper body strength of a 16-year-old girl. It's a real benefits tradeoff.

She retreats to one of the houses, which initially she can't even identify as such -- the spires are vertiginous and far too terrifying to a girl for whom even the city streets of the 1630s are but a child's memory. It is not an operational house, which is probably good, because as soon as she gets her bearings inside the strange mound-shaped cottage she immediately starts moving its contents around. It seems the dead are not particularly quick, nor intelligent, but they make up for that in sheer force of numbers. The only way to avoid being overtaken, as unpleasantly reminiscent of her last terrible night in the stables as it is, is to barricade herself in. She can't find any boards, nor hammer and nails -- what she would give now for that stock of useless wood she had screamed at Father over -- but she does have her billhook, and she's busying herself moving furniture in front of windows and -- when the strange organic-looking material is thin enough to manage it -- hacking at pieces so she can maneuver it more easily. There used to be end tables in this house, freakish-looking and battered though they were. There are no end tables anymore. RIP.

She's finished blocking off the door to the deck and has started trying to find objects to place in front of the odd circular windows (this one shattered, making it the obvious priority) when Thomasin notices someone in the street she can only assume is among the living. Whether they're fleeing in terror, alone, or kicking zombie ass, the point is that they are a fellow survivor, beset by the same demons as her. She cannot simply close the door to such a person. I mean, she can, and she strongly considers it, but in the end the added manpower the two of them might have together, and her unacknowledged but crushing loneliness, outweigh self-preservation. ]

Speak, if thou livest! [ she shouts, dropping the table leg to brandish her weapon with both hands -- she knows making noise will alert the dead, if they're present in this scenario, but to open the door and make her voice heard would be more foolish still. ]

iii. wildcard

[ just hit me up, or pm the journal if you'd like to run something by me first! it's party time. ]

Edited 2016-09-20 20:03 (UTC)

I. can't see 'em when i'm blind

[The past hour or so has been... confusing, to say the least. Being (supposedly) teleported to an unknown place isn't exactly anything new, but this location isn't anything like any of the Hierarchical Cities she's been to before. As such, Tsubaki sets out to explore a little to familiarize herself with the area before making any hast decisions.

The problem is, she keeps feeling some sort of presence following her. However, when she turns around, all she sees is one of those weird, extremely shy ghost-like creatures. It doesn't look like it wants to attack her or anything, and yet she's kept on edge by it just being there.]

... Was that my imagination? It must have been...

[Since it's not aggressive, Tsubaki shrugs her shoulders lightly and turns her attention back to her surroundings. If you're the nice type, you might want to warn her about the monster that follows her...]

III. judge, jury and executioner

Halt!

[That voice that just called for you to stop? Appears to come from this girl behind you. The dead-serious look on her face suggest it's not to ask you for directions.]

You're a member of the red team, are you not? Then I'm sure I don't need to explain myself. I will not let you go any farther, even if it means stopping you by force.

[And just in case words aren't enough, she brandishes her short sword to make her point clear.]

I shall cast judgment on all sinners who dare trespass this territory!

[... It's all about justice and divine punishment with this girl, even when it comes to a simple game of catch the flag. Go figure.]

IV. wildcard

[Or come up with your own scenario. Hit me up with anything!]

Andros knew his first reaction should have been a polite 'excuse me' or something like that. He'd been with his team long enough to learn the correct social cues, and he'd even learned how you had to peel the banana first before you ate it. And that handshakes weren't sign of an imminent attack. But, old habits died hard, and new ones were much harder to enforce when people weren't around to remind him to be nice.

Andros raised an eyebrow behind his helmet. Okay, where ever he was, it was far enough away that they didn't have ranger contact. That was really, really fabulous. There went his plan to get off a quick call to Aquitar and book a ride home.

" Never seen a Power Ranger before? Guess that says a lot about your planet...." And it did. It meant that it was either too far away to be of any value or didn't have any good resources. Rolling his eyes and sighing, Andros grabbed his helmet and partially demorphed, the helmet tucked under his arm. At least this time maybe they could skip the 'wow, you're from outer space!' routine. So he did it for her.

"Before you ask, yes, I'm from outer space. No, I'm not green. No I'm not a giant lizard. Yes the hair is natural. No you can't touch me. And the suit is not a costume, it's a uniform."

Her entire reaction to that was to raise one rather incredulous eyebrow. "Power Ranger" sounded like some kids cartoon, and he clearly looked like he'd seen too many of those. The boy was arrogant, though, and a little too proud of himself. Typical teenage behavior. He was nothing of note, except for the the cosplay.

"No. But I suppose it does say that we have more important things to be worrying about than wasting time on 'my planet.'" Seriously?

He did, however, earn another raised eyebrow at the litany of explanations she hasn't asked for or expected. He'd done that a few times. Some of them could get pretty defensive if you insulted their obsessions.

"Are you finished? Was that supposed to faze me? I adore you I've seen worse prosthetics than green lizard men with an odd hair color."

I: oh boo hoo

[There is a twenty-something girl in the middle of the street, facing down a solitary Boo, arms folded across her chest.]

[Although at another glance, she's not exactly...all girl, or even all human. She's, well, primarily humanoid--bipedal, four limbs, a head and hair and all that--but there are ram horns curling out from red hair, one arm is a lobster claw, and there's a cow tail swishing back and forth behind her.]

[Her skin is also a bit bluish.]

No, really. How about, instead of this whole silly haunting business, you tell me how you achieved this sort of--this total lack of density you have, because I want it! Do you know, I've spent years trying to perfect the whole...ghost thing?

[She abruptly turns translucent and floats upward, about an inch off the ground. Then she solidifies again and lands with a heavy sigh.]

That's the best I can do! It's not easy at all, you know.

[She drums her human fingers against the lobster carapace of her other arm impatiently.]

Not a word, eh? Goodness, I hope everyone in this silly cave isn't so impolite.

II: zombles

[She's on a roof this time, and perhaps she's on a roof with other people, or perhaps you're on the roof adjacent. She's looking over the edge and watching the zombies below as they paw at the bricks, no doubt trying to figure out how to climb. Camille currently is part cat, part bird, part human, and part some other things, probably too many parts to make sense.]

And this is why I hate horror movies!

[She says it as if she was already carrying on this conversation with everyone in earshot.]

Sooooo boring! Look at this, it's Powers-awful cliche, isn't it? Not creative at all. And they're all meant to be human, ugh. Now, give me a zombie dragon, or a zombie polar bear, now that might actually be a bit of fun. And right scary!

III: go team sportball

[Capture the flag? Pfffft, nope, she doesn't think so. Running around fighting people and capturing silly pieces of cloth isn't exactly her scene, but it's also thirsty work. So, somehow, there is a little stand set-up somewhere in no-man's land, and Camille--partially human, partially giant cicada this time--is selling iced tea and snacks. All very high quality of course.]

[The menu board indicates that she's accepting any form of currency or trade. Or a handful of pebbles, you know, whatever.]

IV: wildcard, bitches!

[Go crazy, guys.]

"Actually I'd say it means your planet is probably too far away to be of any use, or has such little natural resources or anything to offer that it's not worth taking over. Consider yourself lucky."

Andros was beginning to wish he hadn't taken the helmet off. At least then he could make snarky expressions without her seeing his face.

"No, I just didn't want to have to answer your questions. Now, if you don't mind, I have to get out of here." And he pressed something on his glove, holding it chin level. All he got was static.

"Ugh, the range on these things are terrible." And Andros added that to his list of things to do. Figure out how to boost the range on the communicators. Which would be more difficult now that his sister's team had stolen the Astro Megaship.

"I'll be sure to tell that to the rest of Earth. Most of Japan will probably want to leave, then." As for lucky, she didn't believe in it anymore. Not after working in Public Security for so long. Nothing was lucky, it was all planning.

"What questions? I could not care any less whatever your delusions are, and, wrote frankly, you look normal enough so why bother?" She hated assumptions. Particularly when people made assumptions about her. She wasn't some ignorant backwoods American, after all, and yet somehow he'd convinced himself that she cared and that those were the questions she had.

She almost laughed in his face when he tried the comm--the static gave it away.

"Communication is down and there isn't a Net to support it. The only one functioning appears to be entirely limited to primitive function, similar to early versions of mobile phone technology. Linked entirely to these." She brandished the communicator she'd found--definitely not as advanced as a cybercomm.

"There's no way to boost a signal through rock. Unless you think you can dig your way out through the ceiling."

I: DON'T LOOK AT ME (if you don't have eyes)

[Marian is anxious already, unsettled and uneasy, a bundle of crazed nerves and madness from recent events... and finding herself in an unknown city under unknown circumstances hasn't exactly helped her sanity.

Cartoonish or not, the black, empty eyes of the ghosts were seen for a flash, and they're too close to the darkened eye sockets of the emissaries she'd faced. Marian both wants and doesn't want to confirm what she'd seen, terror fighting the need to know, but the way they keep hiding their faces and fading out is only riling her up more.]

Get back here! Hiding?! Why are you hiding! What are you doing! You can't be here!

[Yelling a continuous stream of nearly incoherent invective like she's losing her mind (and she might be), it's clear she can't tell if she should try to chase down the Boo or flee in complete terror, caught juddering a half step forward, then a half step back, turning around and around and unable to make a decision in the midst of the fight-or-flight response.]

...just can't be here... LEAVE ME! Go on!

II: You've Got Red On You

[Marian isn't a fighter, not really. Not much of a runner, either. She's an academic, carrying what is effectively a heavy metal backpack.

So from whatever safe spot you might be hiding in, it's a bizarre sight to see her jogging from the horde... then vanishing in a brief burst of epilepsy-inducing flashes of cyan and white. Gone, the horde starts to disperse, and things are back to normal with the zombies milling in the street.

Exactly fifteen minutes later down to the second, she flashes back in at the exact position she left and makes it a few more meters down towards the door before flashing back out. She's making clear progress towards the door, that she might be able to barricade, in neatly timed intervals.

From Marian's perspective of course this is a matter of a few seconds, frantically mashing the button on the side of her heavy pack, triggering a quick-jump each time. But this time there's no flash -- only an angry but quiet "bzz-bzzt" and red light popping up on her watch.

She might just need a little help.]

1. Don’t Look at Me

An unfamiliar street is already a rare and dangerous prospect for a princess without her guard. The feeling of being pursued, of seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, has Ovelia in a cold sweat, moving frantically down the street. A lady of Ivalice does not run, but she walks briskly, her soft-soled shoes making barely a noise on the stone.

Again! Something off to the side just moved, she is certain of it. She twirls to see it.

“Show yourself!” She draws herself up to her full height and prepares to look down upon whatever hooligan is playing such a cruel prank. A noble’s indifference is the only shield she possesses.

2. You’ve got red on you

The dead walk. Sheltered as she is, Ovelia knows to keep away from those corpses. She grasps her skirt as she walks to keep from tripping in her haste. Once again, she does not run, but she takes quick steps. If anyone is close enough to hear, she is murmuring a chant as she moves.

Once the words of the spell have been spoken, a white light flashes. When it fades, Ovelia is moving faster, and there is a faint golden glow around her.

3.Capture the Flag

This is war.

…this is war, isn’t it? Ovelia feels it is. It is easy enough to see the Atkascha house emblem on the red flag that flies on enemy lines.

“How dare they. They mock us!” She turns to the nearest person.

“Their impertinence cannot be suffered. We must attack, now.”
By ‘we’, she means ‘the rest of you’. Her role is to inspire.

[[ooc: prose or brackets are fine. I can switch to match as needed.]]

SCENARIO ONE:

[ It wasn't unusual for Will to see strange things but this was something completely new to him.

As he stood there, firstly simply looking at the smooth, milky transparent underbelly of the Boo. His mind in a state of total disarray. Focus Will. Focus. It was hard enough for the FBI profiler to keep eye contact with people at the best of times, let alone trying to look an unrealistic apparition in the eye. This is it. You've finally broken. Your mind is collapsing, Will. Dr. Hannibal's voice speaking inside his head, as it often did. ]

Am I... Awake?

[ Closing his eyes, a trembling hand raised and pressed to caress his knitted brow. Deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth and relax. His shoulders pull up before dropping down, limp and loose. Will opens his eyes. Only to see that the ghost-like vision is now only a foot or so away from him, covering it's own eyes with chubby little transparent stumps.

Of course, this made him jump, made him shake and then the sweating started. What mix of madness and memories was this? Taking a few unsteady steps back, this was when noticed he wasn't alone, there were others! People and ghosts alike. Some standing staring as he was, others running, the spirits taking chase.

His heart pounded in his chest, pulse thumping in his ears as he continued to step blindly backwards until his back came crashing flush against someone else. ]

SCENARIO TWO:

[ Will had seen more than his fair share of cadavers in his lifetime, call it an occupational hazard if you will. But the dead he was seeing today were walking almost upright, straight towards him. Again, nothing uncommon for Will, though normally, the dead only hung around him when he was either dreaming or lost somewhere in the depths of someone else's mind. So which one was it now?

Looking around at the carnage scattered in each direction, the mess and evidence left behind. Human remains, insides strew around the street, limbs left lifeless with signs of abrasions and lacerations made in the most sloppy of manners. He closed his eyes, felt himself moving backwards through memories that were not his own. Seeing the disaster on the streets appear as if they were about to happen, instead of the end result.

Will saw a young man coming towards him with a hatchet, yet he felt no fear. His arms reached out, grabbing and missing, he stumbled and fell. That was when he was struck. Looking down, through someone else's eyes, Will saw the hatchet slice into his leg...But there was no feelings of pain. In fact there was only one sensation he was experiencing. ]

Hunger. I am hungry. I can't control my urge. I crave... I crave meat. I'm... confused? Sick? My body is unstable. I'm frantic and you're scared of me. As you should be. You are my target after all. I clasp at your arm. Sink... Sink my teeth in. I want to consume you. Devour you alive. This is my design...

[ Gasping as he opens his eyes. Disgusted at what he was seeing and feeling. His hands slick with blood when he looked down at them. He'd done it again. Got carried away while channeling into the killers mind, or lack of in this case.

Jumping up and falling back into some crates behind him, drawing attention from the other corpse walking the streets. He must have blend in for a moment, what with the way he'd been straddling that dead body at his feet. Gagging, covering his mouth with a blood soaked hand to prevent him from throwing up.

Where was he? What crime scene was this? Was he dreaming or still at work? ]

Jack? ... JACK!?

I. But it's so Bootiful
[ It depends on one's own tastes on which would be considered the stranger thing; A very circular apparition with hands covering it's face when trying to fade and blend in with the scenery, or the very purple girl, with a rather devilish tail, staring at it in curiosity. A couple of times the girl brings her face very close to where the thing was before easing up again, still regarding it. Depending on one's time, however, it might just seem like a purple devil girl watching and talking to a dirty brick wall. ]

Now, I'm pretty sure you're the same one from before. You don't have to be afraid.

[ Ah, but if she's watching this spot so intently, who's watching for the other walls and directions more apparitions could come from?

You've got some red on this bunker

[ At first it had started with a few stragglers- shambling and sick people that didn't seem to be doing more than looking for help. That's how it looked. Until they tried to bite off her hand off. Then more of them had shown up and was starting to surround her, until there was an announcement to get away from the... That person said zombies? Which just sounded like one of the stories Harper would talk about. They had gotten real close once, real grabby, as she had to push past a small crowd of the sick people to reach a clearer path to somewhere safe. Somewhere that was easily boarded back up, and the group was able to go to higher ground to get a bird's eye view on the horde.

The purple girl was taking a few deep breaths, as if to work through the adrenaline or recover from the chase. In spite of the dire situation, with being much higher Trance wasn't afraid to lean out of the window to study the people a lot better. ]

Those people don't really seem all that right... Some were missing part of their chest. See, that one there-

[ She points down at one of the many zombies that weren't fully intact. ]

How is it that they're still able to move, do you think?

III. Oh, did you want that flag?

[ The game could have only started recently, or quite a while ago. Either way you had managed to finally get that desired Blue flag. It probably wasn't easy, or maybe the rest of the Red team had distracted all the other members and left an opening. The important thing was that you were able to get the flag and started to head back to your base. All the sounds are a good distance away, and no heavy steps are in the immediate area. It looks like the path is clear with no immediate worries.

All that's needed is a brief moment of distraction or relaxation, then a mighty battlecry is heard from the window of a building next to you, a little ways behind. ]

Wahoo!

[ But nothing is coming down- instead there's the glimpse of a long, thin purple tail snaking through a higher window, retreating back into the window. It won't take long before realizing that the flag was somehow gone (through prompt convenience!) Trance hesitated at the doorway of the room she double backed into after the small heist- Just long enough to see if someone was about to follow, but ready to skedaddle at a moments notice. Because what everyone needed during this game was a small and speedy thief running away with the flag you were supposed to take and win with. ]

.one.option one. spirits are always with you?

[ Curiosity became humor became frustration.

He'd felt it hiding. There wasn't a bit of surprise in it. The reiatsu felt odd, unfamiliar, that particular concentration, but it was reiatsu and it was more than likely a ghost. Uryuu stood at the entrance t a narrow alleyway, which whether or not there are in fact alleyways in Hadriel, there are for these purposes. Entrance to a shadowed space. Roll with us.

Uryuu stood at such place at peered into the dark, his expression, if anything, clinical. ]

I know you're there.

[ And his tone bored. ]

So come on out. Or I'll shoot.

[ No response, which would make him feel a little silly, talking to the air in a strange city, but he can feel it. ]

.one.option two. very superstitious.

[ As Uryuu wasn't stupid enough to walk into said shadowed location, he eventually succumbs to the arrow. After ensuring no other reiatsu was near, no person to see, he concentrated his bow and fired a warning shot just to the side of the reiatsu.

Nothing. He'd like to just finish it, but on the off chance it's a terrified and innocent ghost, he yields, turning away. At which point it moves, because he feels it, and when he turns around, swift, gathering the spirit particles, reishi, beneath his feet to speed him further from it -- he trips, staggers, almost falls, on seeing it.

It looks like a cartoon ghost. It looks fake. Uryuu raises his eyebrows, a jeering smirk starting. ]

Ghosts aren't supposed to look like that. If you're a Hollow -- [ not that it feels like a Hollow ] -- I'd be embarrassed, too.

[ Yeah, now he's just standing there mocking the shy Boo. ]

.two. the fake ones are rotting to pieces.

[ Zombies.

At first, no problem. He doesn't totally get it, but as much as Uryuu would like to understand, he's adamantly not the mad scientist type, thank you. He'll assume for the sake of action that a mad scientist may be responsible -- this is just that Shinigami's sort of thing, and that Espada hadn't been too far behind with those clones, but he'd never have let their clothing go to such a state -- or some ridiculous bankai or ability.

Having spent years compartmentalizing away any issues that might reasonably stir re: Quincy arrows killing Hollow souls that could instead be purified by a tardy Shinigami blade (and so inadvertently somewhat abiding Ryuuken's command that he focus on the living, instead of the dead), he doesn't hesitate, despite the articulations, the human faces.

(What does unsettle -- there's no spirit left here. No reiatsu. Nothing. Yet, they move.)

One spirit arrow neatly through a skull, felling it, then another. Easy. Boring. Pretty disgusting. Only.

Because he can't feel them, he hears it first, the shuffling, the enormity of the sound. Around the corner and it must be a hundred. Uryuu pales, pausing as he thinks, eyes darting along -- when a hand smashes through a glass pane, how had he been so strategically moronic to stand by glass, followed by a hungry mouth. The hand claws at his arm.

Uryuu throws himself back, but a layer of rotting skin streaks down his sleeve. Which it tears, too.

He blanches. ]

As if the smell wasn't bad enough, I just finished this shirt!

[ His hand twitches toward his bag -- a portable sewing kit -- when he remembers.

Oh yeah.

100 zombies. ]

.three. why isn't there a white team?

[ It's mind-numbingly stupid, but it's also competitive teamwork of the sort that Ishida Uryuu a) had never had the opportunity to play as a child; and b) might, in fact, quite enjoy now.

Because the blue team is superior and must win.

Not at all like a creepy creeper who creeps, Uryuu has camped himself on the roof several stories up. He is not, in fact, quite near the flag. He is, however, observing the general vicinity for anyone approaching.

Too bad for you he's totally misusing his extreme spirit sensitivity and not relying merely on his eyes. Because, buddy, unless you're a corpse, you've got reiatsu -- spirit pressure. And if you're a corpse, that spirit that animated you is what's skipping around.

And he's waiting.

A little bit like a creeping creeper who creeps. ]

[ There are times one drowns. Wanda has been hungry for hours with not her hunger, feeling too much movement not her own. Will is standing alone in the street with the horde and she can't sense anyone else around for backup. She makes a beeline for him, ducking behind the crates. ]

Are you all right? Did they bite you?

[ These things that come through the door are tame, but Wanda has formed the habit now of hanging by the colosseum. Watching, if nothing else. ]

They may look like nothing now, but that does not make them less nasty.

[ Fear'd never give them a break like that. She eyes him very critically, up and down, stops on the bow, then back up at him. ]

[Who's got two thumbs and no spiritual senses?

This idiot.

He's been sneaking along the side of a building, but he's got to cross an open area before he can get under any kind of cover again. His head turns left and right, and the coast seems clear, so he darts across the open area and skids to a stop in the shadow of an empty store. He looks around again, and it doesn't look like he's been spotted. Cool. So far, so good.

Don't ask Ichigo why he's so into this game of capture the flag. He'd insisted he wouldn't. He'd insisted he didn't care. He'd tried not to play along. But he's fired up now, and by god, come hell or high water, the red team is going to get that flag.

He's got no idea Ishida is there, which is pretty par for the course, really.]

Marian's anxious about everything so far, and although by all standards 100% human, definitely has the 'crazy-eyes' when she turns around at the call. There's a long moment of staring directly into Jenny's eyes, her lips pressed into a thin, worried line.

But after a couple very long seconds of staring without uttering a response, she seems to accept that it's fine and visibly relaxes a fraction. She looks down at her watch this time, nervously back up to Jenny, and back down to the watch. Getting right down to business, she asks in sharp, broken fragments of sentences, "Broken? Arteries severed? Any info that a doctor would find useful?"

[ Her voice startles him. This is a problem on a few levels. The first: he hadn't felt her spirit pressure, or he'd been so focused on the sorry excuse for a ghost. The second: Uryuu's not so good at a smooth recovery from surprise, meaning, he'd jerked back, as if she had also been a potentially offensive ghost, and looked silly doing it.

The second's way more prominent, for a moment, in his mind, then the remaining levels. ]

Wh--

Er--

[ Recovery, and so, the following levels: he'd kept the spirit particles of his bow concentrated, and she definitely just looked right at it, but she also can clearly see the "ghost," so it's probably fine.

Uryuu straightens, reaches with his other hand for his glasses. ]

I, er, know that. I mean, I wasn't -- underestimating it.

[ except he clearly had been because it looks dumb

also its reiatsu is super weak, but he knows that could be misleading, too. ]

[ He knows the bow is there, and so she knows where it is. Not that hard to follow. He looks a little silly, yes, jerking back the way he does, but that is temporary. The rest is too put together, too organised. Wanda's learnt to recognise the framework of those minds. ]

Perhaps it transforms.

[ She throws at out as a theory, waiting to see where he runs with it. ]

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test drive meme #13

Andros | Power Rangers | scenario 1

Alphys | Undertale

Jenny Holm | OC

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thomasin | the witch

Tsubaki Yayoi | BlazBlue

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Camille | OC

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Marian Tenebris | OC

Ovelia Atkascha | Final Fantasy Tactics

Will Graham | Hannibal

Trance Gemini | Andromeda | Will match style if needed

Ishida Uryuu | Bleach | ALL OF THE THINGS

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