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Test Drive Meme #2

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i. WELCOME HOME

So you've made it home without being maimed, mauled, or otherwise lost! Isn't that lovely? You've scoped out your room and everything seems to be in some strange kind of order. There's a distinctly lived in sort of feel about the whole of the house with every basic amenity afforded it, but what's this? What's that? What are these other doors beyond the usual staples of a living room, bathrooms, and the like? What, you didn't think you lived all by yourself, did you? Say "hi" to your roommate! Or perhaps they're just more family that you've forgotten you had?

ii. BUMP IN THE NIGHT

For whatever reason, you find yourself too far from home to return safely before nightfall, which leaves you with two options. You can either brave the vicious creatures that rise from the swamp when the sun sets or try in vain to hide in one of the rundown buildings scattered throughout the town. There are no locks and no more than a few panes of glass or wood between you and that which roams the streets. Or perhaps, by chance, you've lucked out and are close enough to the Library to seek shelter. For even if you are being chased, the moment any creature steps within a few feet of its walls, they burst into flames and die. How fortunate for you! Now, please mind your manners. You wouldn't want to activate the protections of the location and find yourself out on your butt with the monsters, would you?

iii. MIRROR MIRROR

It's a flickering icon that catches your attention in the centermost piece of the smooth surface that appears as some strange sort of screen. Touch it and the surface of the mirror ripples and reveals what appears to be some sort of interactive message board that appears to be going so strong. Perhaps you aren't so alone after all. Will you reach out through a post to the network?

iv. NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

The sun has finally risen and you know what that means! Time to go exploring! With eighty percent of the town burned down or otherwise uninhabitable, there are lots of places to go wandering in search of answers and items. Too bad you're more likely to find a bunch of junk and more questions than answers, but you know what they say: "One man's trash is another man's treasure." From suspiciously human bones to broken old appliances to priceless jewelry and everything in between, if it's something someone would have in a house or shop, there's a good chance you can find it charred and-or buried somewhere around town.

Why don't you take a look around?

v. WILD CARD

Alternatively, feel free to choose your own adventure and do something else within the setting!

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ii. bump in the night

[You've ACTED every way you can think of, tried to SPARE as many as you could, but, in the end, you've learned there's only one way out of this. You do your best to FIGHT, clutching your locket close when you manage to dodge and holding your knife with shaking hands, but every time it's never enough. There's just too many of them, and no matter how often you try to FLEE they always manage to catch up to you. But you're still filled with DETERMINATION and even as a creature is running at you, claws outstretched, and you brace yourself for the inevitable, you know that somehow you'll find a way out of this.]

iv/i. not all who wander are lost/welcome home

[Knowing that one day you might find something in the rubble that leads you home fills you with Determination.

You've been rummaging around for a while now, going from building to building and seeing what you can find. There's a lot of neat stuff, and you find yourself disappointed that you can't fit everything you want to pick up in your pockets. But then you remember you have something better than a conveniently placed box; you have a bedroom.

It takes a lot of time to go from the burned buildings to your temporary home and back, but you make the trip several times. If anyone were to come across you outside, they'd find you on your knees, pushing through the rubble, trying not to let your hands shake from the amount of ash they're covered in. And if they happen to come across you at the strange little house you now call "home", you're either dropping off miscellaneous junk in your room or using a chair to stand on so you can vigorously wash your hands in the sink, making sure there's absolutely no dust on them before you go back out.]

I. WELCOME HOME.
( Very little in her life has felt like home as of late, but this room was as close as it could get. The familiar scent of her favorite flower and spices linger in the air as though she's just conjured a fresh treat between her fingers. The dim lights that float about are at the right adjustment for her eyes and the books, by the Light, there were books stacked high everywhere. Not in the neat, methodical manner of a library, but rather strewn together in the sloppily fashion of a human mage who has lost herself to her research.

Running her fingers along a blanket that hangs off the back of one of the chairs in the room, Jaina can swear that the texture itself is worn runecloth. It was a blanket that has been used for many years and it was...her's?

This place certainly felt like it had been a home to a mage like herself, but to her herself? That's impossible. Did she feel this way out of the ache of the losses she's endured in her life? In order to reaffirm this in her mind, she chooses to go to one of the other bedrooms down the hall, knocking at first. If there's no answer, she may just try to force herself in...though that's no easy task either. Perhaps as a member of the house, you would like to stop her or greet her or whatever it is you do whenever there's a newcomer rattling doors that they clearly have no business ratting. )

V. FIRE AND ICE.
( The first time Jaina came upon the wall had been when she watched another run at it. Quite hard, actually, which resulted in the remarkable sight of their body flying back the way it came at an even greater speed and distance. After tending to their bruises (both physical and ego), Jaina swore to return to this wall to try her hand at it at a later time.

That time was now. At her core, Jaina was captivated by solving problems and when there was a problem that needed solving, she did what other mages were prone to do. Study the subject intensely (through the experience of others) which brought her to the next step. Field study. Physical force did not work so she would apply magical force to it.

Bringing up a hand, she conjures a ball of flame between the tips of her fingers. There's less theatrics in it so it doesn't glow as brightly as one might expect it to, but the mage knows that it'll do the trick. In a flash of light, it's off straight towards the wall―then right back at her?

It looks painful as the mage recoils from the hit, but she appears mostly unscathed from the heat. Water pools around her form from a last minute barrier of ice she managed to erect just in time. )

What if... ( She's speaking out loud to herself or possibly to a companion who decided to accompany her. ) I stand between two spots where wall is known.

( Then watch the wall play ping pong with a fireball. That sounds like a good idea, right? )

Edited 2017-09-15 15:04 (UTC)

[ A frightening roar breaks through the silence and the creature comes to a standstill, petrified in place as its body suddenly begins to crack, disintegrating into dust in moments. ]

ii. BUMP IN THE NIGHT

[ Bright bolts of light burst through the night revealing the creatures hidden in the dark while the gunner sits on his throne (yes, it came with him) amid the horde shooting them like fish in a bucket. ]

You damn shit.

iv. Not all who wander are lost

[ You may be passing by, or trying to run away, or even poking through the pile of trash when a large white liger steps into your line of sight. The hybrid turns in your direction, staring back at you. If you attack, it'll defend itself, if you approach it will tolerate the intrusion so long as you keep your hands to yourself. He's a moody creature just like his owner, speaking of which, he'll come by fairly soon. ]

v. Wildcard

[ ooc; put up your own scenario, I'll go along with it. ]

[Dust. Dust. They're not supposed to turn to dust, they're not supposed to turn to dust.

You wish you weren't shaking worse than before as you push yourself to your feet. You wish you didn't shake the way you do, but it's not out of fear. You can do this, it's not the same. Before you even put too much thought into it, you run towards where the roar came from and bury your face in the mane of the monster that just saved you. The liger was only trying to help, and that thought fills you with Determination.]

[ Another roar rumbles past its throat and a foot away a dark creature turns to ash, caught in the tempest amid its headlong flight. ]

Trash.

[ The muttered word is filled with contempt as another hybrid steps into the line of sight, red eyes flicking toward the scrap of meat clinging to his box weapon. ]

[The second time isn't as bad as the first. You've steeled yourself, reminded yourself you've tried everything else and there are no other options, so it's okay. You steady your breathing and it's with a small smile that you finally pull yourself away from the comforting fur to look up at the human speaking.]

Thanks.

[The creature you still have a small fist lightly tangled into its fur can't possibly be a monster as you know, but that's okay. And for all the scars, attitude and size of this other human, you're not scared. Appearances can be deceiving after all.]

Trying to see if you can exhaust the protections on it?

[Genn had come upon the peculiar sight and had watched it for a good couple minutes at a distance that would keep him out of harms way should that fire end up traveling astray at some point. At first he was somewhat confused as to the point of why Jaina kept tossing the fireball at the wall given it was immediately sent hurling back at her. One possibility was boredom, which given their surroundings was valid enough perhaps, but it he imagined she could find less destructive means of entertaining herself if that was truly the case. Which left the fact that her actions were purposeful in nature and she had an actual goal in mind.

Hence his question. He was also curious if it was possible to exhaust the wall's magical protections that kept people from clearing it or harming it. Such knowledge could end up rather useful.]

[ A white tail flicks lazily behind the liger as it turns back toward its owner who remains silent. He lets the weapon brush up against his leg, red eyes flicking down to the box animal for a moment before returning to the dirty shit in front of him. ]

You.

[When the liger turns, you let go of its fur because it'd be rude to continue holding on without permission. There's still blood on you from nearly dying again, and you suppose that's the downside of surviving instead of just resetting, but it's okay.

You wipe off as much as you can onto your sleeves to make yourself a little more presentable, knife tucked back into your pocket, before stepping closer to the human and the liger, just in case more creatures come by, but you make sure to keep a respectable distance now that you're not shaken up.]

I'm Frisk.

[ Blood smears across the white mane which now clings to his clothes where the weapon brushed up against him. Xanxus is not happy. ]

Clean up this shit, you trash.

Sorry.

[Oops. You didn't mean to get blood on them, so it doesn't even occur to you to protest. One of your sleeves is pretty badly bloodied up already, but the other one is still pretty clean.

You're still careful as you make your way over, but you waste no time in using your clean sleeve to rub off as much blood as you can from both the liger and it's supposed master. You pause as you examine your work, because while it got most of it up it still kinda just smeared. You're filled with Determination to fix this.]

I can give your friend a bath, and clean your clothes later, if you want.

[ Annoyance smolders to the surface as the piece of shit smears the the blood making it worse than before. He's about to kick the shit away when they pull back before he can follow through. ]

Fucking scum.

[ Annoyance has turned to irritation. ]

Clean this shit up, now.

Edited 2017-09-15 20:08 (UTC)

Blood's not easy to get out.

[You would know.]

How do you want me to do it?

[Becuase if the man wants it done now, you're open to suggestion.]

[ She'd learned the hard way that traveling the streets following the sun's setting is a poor choice. Those very same streets are uninhabited now, abandoned, in just as much shambles as the day prior. This does not deter Daenerys from stepping outside upon dawn's first light. She's a mission: locate what she can to aid in the re-hatching of her dragons.

What she fails to anticipate is the feline which pads into the open. White as snow, large, larger than she'd think of a cat. Dany tilts her head, daring to take two steps closer, cautious in only the way a woman exposed to wild beasts may be. ]

Neither Lannister, nor Stark, [ she says, in way of greeting. Another careful step, and then she halts, allowing enough space between then, but offering her hand, palm up, for the beast to sniff if it so chooses. ] You resemble no Westerosi house.

[ What does he look like? Some kind of shitty tutor. ]

Figure it out.

[You are not intimidated, but you get the feeling this person is stubborn. You can be stubborn too and you're filled with Determination to complete this task.

With a huff, you put your fists on your hips and give the best mature look a tiny eight-year-old can manage.]

If it's up to me then this is what I say. I'll come home with you, you take off your pants, I'll wash them, and then I'll give your friend a bath and that's how we'll do it.

[ The beast is mixed blood and it shows in the white mane of the lion, and the dark stripes of a tiger. But it doesn't matter, the wild beast stands proud giving nothing away as it ignores the hand to stare back at her with intelligence evident behind evident behind red eyes. ]

[ Xanxus stares down at the piece of shit and watches as it tries to stand up on its own. Fucking trash.

Yet, after a moment, he turns around to walk away, the liger stepping after him. Better hurry, Frisk. If Bester's not looking his best in an hour you're turning to dust. ]

[ Of course Squalo had made it his job to gather information, even if it wasn't his strong suit. But Varia's intelligence division wasn't here, and it's not like he trusted random trash to be perfectly honest with him. ]

[ So there he was, out late enough that darkness was already seeping onto the world, inspecting the rubble and whatever dumb creature approached him close enough to get skewered by his sword. He probably looks a bit like a ghost, with that moonlight color hair of his. ]

[ And so does the majestic beast that suddenly comes into view. Squalo stares for a moment, then lets out a relatively happy VOI as he approaches the liger in brisk pace as if it were an old friend. And it sort of is. He would know this liger anywhere. ]

Bester!

[ ...he reaches out to give him a chinscratch, even if in the past most such actions ended in him being chewed up by the beast. Squalo smelling like fish may or may not have something to do with it. ]

Where's your master?

[ Knowing Xanxus, he would make his presence known as violently as possible soon enough, but still. ]

[ It's not difficult to recognise Jaina Proudmoore, even from a (safe) distance. They've known each other too long to be mistaking them for others by this point and Varian can't help but feel some semblance of relief that an ally is here. Sort of. It's complicated and Varian knows all too well that it's a grudge that may last a long while yet.

There's no move made when the ball of flame reflects back at the mage. Varian has seen first hand how the wall reacts to people attacking it - Khadgar has all but thrown him at it several times - and Jaina is strong enough to be able to withstand whatever comes back at her. It's only when she starts talking that Varian approaches, frowning slightly at the wall and pondering the question. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. Luckily Jaina has less aptitude for blowing herself up than Khadgar does otherwise he would have discredited it from the get go citing explosions as the answer.]

It's worth an attempt.

[ The Liger stands tall, ignoring that hand while its tail flicks back lazily in recognition and superiority. Amid his talking, the box weapon turns to walk back toward another hybrid that steps into their line of sight. The beast brushes up against the mixed breed and red eyes flick down to the box animal before moving to his second. ]

You're late, scum.

Edited 2017-09-16 09:33 (UTC)

[ Success. He has tamed the beast, or that's what he'll be telling himself before sleep while marvelling at the lack of any new fang marks. Then again, Bester looks just a tad different, somehow. Calmer? Bigger? Definitely bigger, and the same can be said for the other carnivorous beast approaching. ]

[ All the same, he straightens up, adoration and defiance rolled in one like one helluva trippy sushi piece. ]

I'm late? I've been here forever.

[ In Squalo measures, that probably means "since this morning". ]

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ohey small world iv+ii+???

v; fire and ice

Hahaha! Indeed it is!

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