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TEST DRIVE # 13

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.

Illegal Irritations

Nothing supernatural about this one, there are just some guys sell illegal drugs and weaponry in some of the back alleys of Tokyo. They might solicit you to try and get your business or you might just happen upon them targeting someone else. Either way, are you really okay with letting this go on in your city?

Jumping Jellyfish

For some strange reason, a bunch of jellyfish have taken to literally jumping out of the ocean and all over the beaches. They seem to be scared of something in the water, but be that as it may, they're scaring away all the beach tourism! Quick, figure out how to get them back in the water!

Kooky Kickoff

A brand new store is opening up and, as part of their grand opening, they want people to perform for their potential customers! And they're just dragging people off of the streets and shoving them into ridiculous, off-brand character costumes to do it. Whether you're part of the show or watching others make fools of themselves, it promises to be a good time.

Lovely Lingerie

There's a great, new brand of lingerie being sold in Akihabara that is all the rage right now. They're stylish and sexy and come in all shapes, sizes, and colors! There's even some that are themed after popular shows. But people who are buying them keep winding up missing. Coincidence?

Manic Molting

So many birds are molting on the spot for no reason, shedding feathers all over the streets, on peoples' cars, and in any space they can get into. It's really not their fault, but darn if it's not making things difficult to do with all these feathers around! Either help clean up or figure out how to stop the mass molting!

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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"Well, they can see us, it's just harder to actually get their attention," Kairi clarifies. "It's more that we're just kind of boring. Even someone like you-" She tries not to make that sound offensive. "Who doesn't look like a human at all, ends up not really being noticeable. They think they're looking at something else, I guess."

She holds out a hand to try and shake, since he's a Knight and formality might help a bit. "It's nice to meet you Tristepin de Percedal, Knight of the Order of the Shushu." Of course she uses his full name, and looks a little proud of herself when she gets through all of it. "That must mean you're a god if you remember all of that about yourself, right?" Not necessarily a bad thing, but Kairi's nearly positive that no shinki would remember the 'de Percedal' part, let alone the whole Knight part. She doesn't know that some shinki regain their memories slowly, though.

"I agree we can't just leave though..." She starts looking around for a jogger or other random passerby.

[ ~~Oh hey, it's that stuffy guy he stares a flat with.~~ Yes, he is just going to stand there and gawk, thank you very much. ]

Why are you talking to the birds?

[ He shrugs. He can't exactly say yet. It's not bad it's just - ]

It's dry.

[ He turns back to the water, then turns to look at her. ]

Do you want one?

Illegal Irritations

These men, Leona decided, must be truly desperate to be able to see and approach a god. She'd been prepared to leave, or to smite them with divine fury, or even to just beat them up for wasting her time, but had hesitated before doing so.

She prided herself on being the master of all kinds of weapons, but these guns were not one she was terribly familiar with, and they were already much more advanced than versions of such weapons from Valoran.

Instead of reacting with contempt or violence, Leona started asking them questions. Where do these guns come from? Who makes the best guns? How do they work? How does one care for and maintain them? Her face grew a little more irritated each time she got the answer "You can look that up online." With her growing irritation, the sun seemed to be shining...not brighter, but somehow the light was more harsh.

"I don't know what I expected, talking to a pair of good for nothing, smuggling, human vermin. Can you answer my questions or can't you?"

If someone didn't intervene, she might eventually deal with these two with violence after all.

Kooky Kickoff

Leona did not fit well in the rasta banana costume she had been stuffed into, which designed for someone several inches shorter. When they had told her that gods granted prayers, this was not what she had had in mind.

But she had agreed to this sacred charge, and that had led her to this moment, in a banana costume, dancing outside a new supermarket to reggae music. If she was going to do this, she would be damned if she wasn't going to do it properly.

Eventually she did get a break. She sat down in the shade and struggled out of the banana. "I swear, it's hotter in here than in full plate mail. Truly, this era has its own battles to fight."

Also I made one up

Leona wandered the streets of this strange city called Tokyo. Though nothing in her mind could be as big as Mt. Targon, she had to admit that as far as cities went, this blew anything she had ever imagined out of the water. Even far off Demacia couldn't be this big. And no one seemed to be able to see her either.

Most people unconsciously stepped around the large woman as she went about her thoughts. Even if they didn't pay attention to her, they didn't want to run into her either. Most of them, but not all. One person slammed his shoulder into her and, before conscious thought got involved, Leona tripped his foot out from under him and flip his entire body over her shoulder, slamming him onto his back and knocking the wind out of him.

Then conscious thought caught up. Divine invisibility probably wouldn't save her from beating up random people in the streets.

"Ah..."

[ A snack and a nap. Talk about easy going. But he can't blame the guy. At least some of them know how to relax.

So hey, he's just... going to crouch nearby on the sand. ]

A few months now. It was... March when I first got here. I'm guessing you're new?

...How about that. He actually. This figure didn't have to get involved. Color your mysterious observer rather impressed.

This does not stop them, however, from wrapping their cape mysteriously around themselves. "When the wings that soar in the sky unfurl...."

One hand sweeps out, swooping the cape out behind them. A spotlight appears as if from nowhere, illuminating the figure and revealing it to be a young person in a golden mask, a black cloak, and an extremely silly hat. "Appearing from the darkness, a single Casablanca lily!"

Extending a sparkling purple rope from their glove, the person shoots the rope to a nearby outcropping and swings down. "My name," they declare to finish their speech, "is Phantom Thief Genius!"

They say this like they expect their listener to be impressed. It is probably a good thing he wasn't sure what "nomenclature" was earlier.

[Lux could see a ghost of a smile when she turned to him, albeit only for a short while.]

I'm glad you do.

[Until now, he was sure he'll be dealing with a reckless girl, but being wrong doesn't bother him that much. Or maybe he just made a hasty judgment, given what she said. Well, at least she has her reasons.

Good reasons, on top of that. Yet, Hibiki sighs softly.]

First of all, do you have any weapons on you?

Don't make me laugh.

[He follows suit, he follows it so much it hurts—if he wasn't, the costume would be already lying on the bottom of a trash bin. At least he has realized that his response might have come off as too sharp and sighs inside of his costume. Not that Allen can see or hear it, but an apology follows it.]

Forgive me, this is just...I don't think I'm suited for such a...task.

[He can't be entirely sure, though. But it goes without saying that if he had been doing such things before, he definitely hated it with a passion.

Putting that aside:]

Excuse me, I think that your eye is about to fall off.

[ A few months ago... He looks at him. Munakata hadn't lost any men the last he knew. So, what was he doing here? Was this some of that timeline crap the Messenger was telling him about? What did he say about it? How troublesome. ]

Who's your god?

[ He lets his aura do the talking, letting the desperate flames find an escape. They burst out and surround the Red King in a cloak of power. ]

[ It’s a well-known fact: Where there’s smoke, there’s fire; and where there’s fire, there’s Mikoto Suoh. So then, where is Tatara Totsuka?

Fifteen minutes late with Starbucks, as per usual. Huffing and panting, out of breath from having jogged most of the way here, he’s still too delayed in his arrival to make any difference. What’s done is done. Flames still tickle around the redhead’s body as Tatara approaches from behind, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching up to place a hand on one of Mikoto’s shoulderblades anyway.

Risky as that may seem, he’s perhaps the only one -- if anyone -- who can ~~be brave enough to~~ touch King this way without immediately fearing for life and limb.

A beat, and then he sighs heavily, exasperated. ]

King. [ he drags the name out, mimicking disappointment that’s merely a farce. ] Was that really necessary?

[ Stepping around Mikoto’s side, he looks up at the Red King with amber eyes that quietly, humbly seem to plead, reflecting a hint of worry. The voice he uses is just as gentle as his touch, but still discreetly chiding. ]

Keep doing things like that, and your sword could crack.

[ The men run away from the flames, leaving the Red King to face his demons alone. Tension fills his entire body as the flames claw their way out, spilling onto his skin, refusing to be smothered. He stands perfectly still in the silent room, wrestling for control when a hand suddenly touches his back. ]

--!

[ His eyes fly open in surprise, but it's nothing compared to the shock of hearing that familiar voice chiding him like always. His eyes slowly fall to the ground, and his shoulders relax. Was this it then? Would he find them all here? Izumo, Yata and now... He swallows thickly, past the lump in his throat. The Heaven's really didn't like him did they? ]

[Perhaps not helping the situation, a figure coalesces out of the air, dropping a couple of feet to the ground, then rising from the crouch. The Valkyrie, though small in stature, bears arms and armor both, and the sword in her hand gleams as she lifts it, making her more than enough of a threat.]

[As her glare sweeps across the men, it reaches Elizabeth, and her expression lightens to one of surprise.]

My apologies. I did not know you were handling this situation.

[Yet it never occurs to Lenneth that Elsa might have done the wrong thing here -- because her vision is not for the swarming invertebrates, but for the true cause, whatever it might be.]

Can you maintain that? If so, we can walk out and identify what is causing these creatures to behave this way.

[ Almost straight away, Tatara can feel the minute, fractional slump of his king’s shoulders beneath his touch, ever the roaring lion meeting the hand of its kind tamer. There we go, he thinks, breathing out as Mikoto does, it’ll be okay, King. Before pulling his hand away, he indulges himself a bit, letting his thumb make a couple swipes over the worn-thin cotton of the redhead’s shirt.

Still attempting to seek those bright yellow-gold eyes with his own of a distinct amber hue, he can see the discreet nuances about Mikoto’s features that tell of his unvoiced, internalized shock at all of this. ]

You’re surprised to see me here, aren’t you?

[ The flames slowly recede, giving him room to think. To remember. Tatara... and here he thought this place was Hell all along that cleared things up. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with his aura before slipping it into his mouth. The familiar scent calmed him, making it easy to keep control for what came next. ]

I avenged you.

[ The fact that oh btw he’s dead doesn’t register as profoundly as what that vengeance taken likely means. ]

Oh, King... [ That... couldn’t have been a good fight. Even without knowing the details, just knowing Mikoto, it couldn’t have ended well. ] You know you didn’t have to, right?

[ But Mikoto will say, (albeit perhaps not audibly), that of course he had to; that’s just the type of man he is. It’s one of the many things that endears Tatara to him -- even in the afterlife. ]

[ His eyes glow an amber-red. ]

I did.

[ The Colorless King killed him because of him. ]

[ Yeah, that’s about what Tatara expects to hear. The flicker of rage in response is visible, which, rather than being intimidating, (as it would be to any other sentient being in eyeshot), prompts the shorter to put a hand back on the taller semi-preemptively, this time on his chest.

...He has no idea of the significance of where he’s touching, of course. ] I know.

[ His voice sounds momentarily downtrodden, but really, there’s no point in arguing a point that’s in the past now. ]

At least still everything worked out, just like I said it would.

[ Mikoto looks down at the hand over his heart, the same place Munakata ran his sword through him to stop a disaster. ]

Don't do it again.

[ A warning. The only one he'd give. ]

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[ ...That is a warning. A very clear one. Tatara makes a small 'oh' sound, though he doesn't inquire directly as to the why, even if it is a -- no pun intended -- burning question.

Rather, blinking up at his king, he withdraws his hand. ]

Touchy subject...?

[ That's his best guess. Odds are he'll only get a grunt in reply, but... meh, after all these years, he's learned to read them pretty well. ]

(Going to go with Tendou being a god, specifically Ra for the purposes of the TDM.)

Illegal Irritations

Grandma said this:

[ Look, in the sky! It's a big flying boat shining with the light of the sun. Standing at the bow of the sun barge is a man, arms crossed over his chest, the solar disc behind him providing a very dramatic backlight to his entrance. ]

"The only time a blade in hand can bring happiness is in cooking." And somehow, I doubt you lot are chef types.

[ The man leaps off the flying boat, landing on his feet right in the middle of the group of arms dealers, the criminals mostly in shock trying to process what's going on. ]

So I'd like to have you all stop now.

[ He probably doesn't even notice you're here. ]

Jumping Jellyfish

[ So why are jellyfish jumping out of the water? Tendou doesn't really have any idea, but when has he ever not looked like he was in complete control?

Well, there was that time, and that other time, but he doesn't talk about it. ]

I wonder how much sashimi we could make with this? Alas, it won't do to eat them if it turns out they caught some odd parasite.

[ Unfortunately, it sounds like he's very calmly considering something other than how to get the jellyfish back into the water. ]

[ He takes another drag of his cigarette and starts walking out. ]

This place stinks.

[ After burning the building to the ground leaving nothing but walls and a quarter of the ceiling, there was indeed an undeniable acrid scent in the air. Mikoto was used to it, but having Tatara here... he needs some air and some time to come to terms with it all. He doesn't show it outwardly, but he's still shaken by his sudden presence here than he's letting on. ]

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Tamatoa inspects him closely for a few seconds, seemingly about ready to slam a claw onto him--

--only to grin. "Of course you haven't. I'm the best there is!"

(Don't ask him how he knows that. He just does. And he doesn't want to talk about it. Creepy. Bad vibes. Just keep sparkling, okay?)

"Who're you, little guy?"

Oookay, he can't help it. After a second or two of staring at her, Tamatoa breaks into a laugh.

"Really? Oh gods... did getting pulled into heaven mess with your brain cells?" He shakes his head, his laughter now quieted down to a chuckle. "It's the outside that matters. No one can see the inside."

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Leona | Leage of Legends | God

D: Noooooooooo

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since no one's done it (I think) I'll take illegal irrigations. c:

Brave Boy

Illegality

Jellyfish!

the bravest boy. (this is why he's dead. :v) also WHY THAT ICON UR SO RUDE

Why is everyone dead..... orz

because welcome to K, saddest fandom ever

A story of happiness they said....

yep, that's how they getcha. :x

Lies, all of it!

not lies, just "alternative facts" :'D

Tendou Souji | Kamen Rider Kabuto

/burns everything

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