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TEST DRIVE # 07

Whether you're trying to figure out how your character would fare in this setting, trying to get some samples together, or just dipping your toes in the water, you've come to the right place! The Test Drive is here to make your life easy by letting you see what the game is like without actually joining it first. So here is how it works:

1: Post a starter with your character, including whether they are a god or shinki in the subject line.
2: Act like your character is established enough in the setting to allow your thread to go places.
3: Take on any god/shinki of your choosing, as long as they're not already in the game!
4: Comment around to the other people on the meme.
5: Have lots of fun!

To get you started, here are some ideas for thread-starters! Feel free to come up with your own ideas if these don't strike your fancy, though.

Echoing Endlessly

Many people in the area are complaining about a strange echo following them around. It never seems to go away and, in fact, collects more and more echoes with each passing moment, creating a cacophony of sound. There have been reports of a few people slowly going crazy because of this echoing. It's your job to find what's causing it and put an end to the echoes!

French Frenzy

The new craze has swept over the city! Everything French is so in right now, and everyone wants something newer and Frenchier to make them stand out from the crowd. Just your luck, you happen to have something very French you can peddle - or maybe you can convince someone just how French your very Japanese things are!

Gateway Guardians

A very strange old shinki has left you with a very simple request: guard this door and don't let anyone through. It looks like a totally normal door on a totally normal house! You might be curious to peek through it, but it's locked and you were told not to go through yourself either...

Helping Hands

There's an ayakashi roaming around that is literally just hundreds of hands that randomly grab people and things and move them around before disappearing. The odd thing is that they are... actually doing good things? Maybe it's a scheme to suck people into a plagued afterlife without being caught, or maybe they just really want to help people out.

Irksome Illusions

There's a certain street in the downtown area that has some of the craziest rumors being spread about it. Apparently going down this street will just bring you back to the entrance, but when you turn around to head back you'll only find yourself at the entrance again. Moreover, there are a lot of creepy things that whisper and appear as you walk, more with each turn you make...

If you're uncertain about anything, feel free to check out the Premise, Rules, and FAQ posts. And don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have on the FAQ!
When and if you're ready to join the game, check out the Taken Characters before throwing in a Reserve and starting on your Application
Have fun!

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[Hazel, meanwhile, has abruptly lost interest in whatever actually living soul he's trifling with over here with his... paper bits. It's an almost comedic double-take, glancing at Sanzo as he passes and then glancing, eyebrow raised. That sure is the illustrious Mr. Sanzo, in the flesh.

Soooo, papers tucked hastily into a pocket, and smoothly sliding into step beside his very favorite person is Hazel, right now. A better man would let sleeping dogs- or ornery holy men- lie, but that sure doesn't describe anyone here.

Hello.] What's a fine gentleman like you doin' on a street like this?

[people will notice if he's murdered in public, just saying]

[ He'd been just about to light a cigarette when suddenly Bonjour, Y'all falls in beside him for no apparent reason. He doesn't so much jump when he speaks as shift over a step with slightly more haste than dignity, picking up his pace somewhat as he does.

Who the hell says something like that? ]

Minding my own damn business. [ Seriously, he has not had the best track record with strangers that immediately invade his personal space. ] You should try it.

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[You've acquired a Southern barnacle, Sanzo, he won't be deterred by a sidestep and some hasty shuffling. To wit: he's still here.

Persistently.]

Now, ain't that rude to say? It's a bit borin' for my tastes. [stiiilll heeeere] The street's free for walkin' for anybody.

[ Why do these things happen to him?

He resolves to just not look at him. If he doesn't look at him, maybe he'll go away. Still, he will grumble. ]

Do I look like I care? [ See how much he cares? Just take it in. ]

[Does that ever work, with anyone? It's a little unexpected, to not even get a murderous glare... What's he done lately that's so offensive? Give him something.

So, there is a pause. But only a short one.]

That's a strikin' profile you've got, but I can't rightly tell from this angle.

[ Sanzo stops abruptly, and, shielding his cigarette with one hand, finally lights it. If Hazel wanted a glare, he's getting one now. ]

Shut it and keep walking. I'm not interested.

[There's the glare. It has that homey feel. No, it doesn't, but it took him long enough.

Hazel does not shut it or keep walking.]

And here I thought we were startin' to get along. Color me surprised. [y'know... fakely]

[ Shit. It's another one, isn't it?

The glare dissolves briefly into a look that's almost concerned before he manages to school his expression back to flatness. He'd have new questions for just what his problem was in past lives if he ever dared to let his mind wander, but he can't afford to.

And now there's another one. ] You don't know me.

[O—kay, that's different. Hazel frowns back at him, that concerned look not sitting well with him either, in all honesty - it's not Genjo Sanzo if he's looking at Hazel with anything kinder than a healthy disinterest. And concerned...

Well, it's not right, is what it is. Or isn't. It clicks into place abruptly, the things he's heard about shinki and what happens to them before they turn up in this place, that look paired with Sanzo's words— and that flicker of realization is enough to betray him for, yes, another one.

Oops. So. Does he toe the line, or...?]

Maybe not anymore. And ya still let me carry on— bit misleadin', that.

[ It's damning evidence, really.

That this twit just kept on, and thought Sanzo was, somehow, misleading him proves the connection. It's shockingly like how Gojyo had refused to be put off by the threat of castration and several bullets sent his direction. He certainly knew a thing or two about his manner. ]

You think so? [ His tone is gruff, rough with a directionless agitation. He hates this, how he can't avoid so many ties to a past that should have been severed cleanly. ] How the hell did you get 'keep yapping' out of what I said?

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[Don't compare him to Gojyo, that's so insulting. Hazel would be offended at the very suggestion, so - good thing he's not privy to it.

But here and now he's at an impasse - it's obvious that Sanzo is not best pleased with his showing up and knowing him, but at the same time, he's still talking. There must be some kind of curiosity in there, and Sanzo must hate it.

Hazel is a very generous man, though. So.] We've got that kind of rapport, you and I.

[He bites the inside of his cheek and does not add "friendly rapport." Mercifully.]

The way ya go about dismissin' people's a little one-note, besides. Meanin' no offense.

[ Sanzo is quite thoroughly not best pleased in the least, yes. Yet, still, he needs to know some things. He can't afford not to, even if there's that ever present risk of someone crossing a line. It can't be helped. He'd just have to do whatever he could to control the situation, and that meant talking to this guy. ]

Come on. [ He starts to walk off, wanting out of the flow of foot traffic. ] Don't say anything stupid. You don't know who I am right now.

Genjo Sanzo. I have no titles, no history, nothing. [ Said a man in the regalia of a high ranking priest. ] So who are you?

[Hazel misses a beat, despite himself - this amnesiac Sanzo is so... like himself, as ridiculous as that kind of thought is. How couldn't he be like himself? Hazel doesn't much want to muddle over the specifics of memory loss and how deep it truly goes, though, so he puts the thought aside and moves to follow.

God, he still walks too fast, even. Hazel's managing, with only a little elbowing through the crowd.]

—Hazel. Hazel Grouse. I wasn't thinkin' about sayin' anythin' stupid, hand to God. [probably.] Last I checked, we were travelin' together.

You're already saying something stupid.

[ It comes out flat, resigned to the fact that stupidity is part of his existence. He doesn't even blame them as much as he wants to. He's entirely too aware that he's a palimpsest of multiple lives, like parchment scraped clean. Too many traces still remained of what had come before, and nothing new was able to flow quite so smoothly.

It's a hell of a fuck up on Heaven's part. ]

Whatever you were with that Genjo Sanzo, you're not with me. We're not companions now.

[Hazel shrugs, hands palm-up, like he really can't help what Sanzo does and doesn't think is stupid. He's not not going to say his piece, in this situation - if Sanzo turns him down, like it sounds like he's doing, he's already expected that anyway.]

Well, sure. Walkin' down the street ain't exactly travelin' of the same kind.

[He'll be silent for the next couple steps, wondering how many lines he can cross now and get away with it— so, then,] Aren't ya curious?

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Best Friends

who the hell are you

BEST FRIENDS

he didn't agree to this

hazel already bought matching bracelets

he's not wearing it! they aren't bffs or going steady or anything

how about a "don't murder me" bracelet

how about no

files that with the maybes

that's not how that works that's not how any of this works

but consider: maybe

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