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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!
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?
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!
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.
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?
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!
Allen Walker | D.Gray-man | god
[ Let's be perfectly frank about Allen and Doing The Right Thing: it has nothing to do with what the law says, ok. He's got his own sense of morality. ... he also might have spent more time growing up in red light districts and unsavory sorts of places than not. Probably.
But let's also be honest about how he's an opinionated shounen hero-type with a polite gentleman streak that kind of trumps everything else.
That's why this particular evening as two partners in crime exchange goods in preparation for the night's profits... there's a bit of an outcry as one of them realizes he's just been shortchanged the product he just paid for. "What kind of stunt is this?! You trying to keep it for yourself?!" "What are you talking about man...!" Good old-fashioned brawl? Good old-fashioned brawl.
Do they notice the black-clad figure with snowy-white hair leaning against the alley wall? Nope. Not at all. It's almost like he isn't there at all. Not there at all... while he sips rather serenely on some kind of juice in a can. (Straw? Yes.)
"Stop fucking around, where are the goods!" "It was right here, I swear!!" A sudden crack! gets the boy-god to blink, pale eyes flicking over to the two in a sudden flare of concern. Oh, that was a particularly nasty crunch of knuckles vs face. Maybe he should do something. ]
... [ Siiiiiiiiip. Nah.
It's just two idiots brawling. Fair's fair.
Besides, you totally wouldn't even notice how he was idly tossing a pouch of something (distasteful) into the air and deftly catching it (with a white-gloved hand) the whole while in some solitary game of catch.
Totally. ]
✞ Once an Exorcist... (always an exorcist.)
[ We'll not say the battle is won, but it's over. The final howl of the ayakashi as it's rent; the sudden silence that seems very loud the moment it stops and seizes like a creature on the precipice of some great unseen divide.
And the quiet of the god who's just struck it as the boy's expression hoods like one feeling regret as he both holds it there but doesn't relent. ]
Aah.. [ It's soft in understanding. Empathy, like of some deep and old pain. ]
...good night. [ A starkly quiet juxtaposition, as the next moment there's an the explosion of power as the soul is purified and split apart into the night. Wind whipping hair and cowl of those nearby and the tearing at the slender god's softly glowing, ethereal cloak. Tugging at it and the wispy bits like feathers caught in a gale. What's been a violent and harshly-paced battle suddenly come to the end with with a funeral rite?
Perhaps. Allen is quiet as he rises back to his feet—shoulders back and spine straight—and not looking back to you just yet, be you another god or shinki, at his side the whole time or come upon them just now.
Almost like he's someone a little lost in his head and faraway for a moment. ]
♠ ♥ Deuces wild ♣ ♦
[ Come on let's do this, go!! ]
you know what prompt I'm here for
A shinki disengaging and reforming a step or two behind him, watching the god she served in almost awed and reverent silence as he spoke. Blond hair tied back into a simple ponytail, opting for street clothes instead of armor—a surprise attack, she wasn't able to bring anything with her—something of a stark contrast to the glowing cloak wrapped around him.
(Why was she holding her breath, seeing him like that...)
It took her a moment to speak. To move, really, to reach out and gingerly touch his shoulder in a strange swirl of concern and odd understanding. This was... was this somehow hard for him? She couldn't quite understand why.
(...He bade it farewell, like putting a child to sleep...) ]
Are you all right?
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Just like that, the deep and somber sobriety is gone as he blinks and turns at the touch at his shoulder, like she's managed to catch him offguard...
...but for a second she would also notice his left eye fading from a bright blood red back to pale grey. ]
? [ What would make her ask if he's alright?? ]
Ah—
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Lux is ever the sort to scrutinize and worry.]I think that sometimes... [ Like it's the most perfectly natural kind of thing...... he delicately taps one long and blade-like claw of his left hand against his temple. What would, if his hand were normal (or at least his Innocence deactivated), be just a boy scratching at his cheek. ]
..I wonder where it is they go. After.
[ And without missing a beat: ]
And Lux? [ It's both clipped and more informal than how he'd normally speak and yet purposefully mannered in using her name at the same time. ]
You fought well.
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[ The question seemed to surprise her then, and blinking once, twice, the shinki paused to think. For someone so logical, at times analytical to the point of being overly frank, she likely had a very polished answer. ]
Mm. I'm not sure, but...
[ Taking a step forward, past him and letting her hands almost leisurely clasp behind her back, the slight blond tipped her chin upward. Her voice soft, almost thoughtful; ]
I hope they find rest. For something so vengeful and full of hatred and malice... I hope they find rest, or find some kind of happiness. And that we can help them do that.
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I'm glad you think so. So did you—
[ Shifting her weight to one side, however, she gripped her elbows in her hands, her smile turning almost challenging, punctuated with a sigh. Loaded. ]
But do you have to be so rough when you fight? There is such a thing as care and finesse you know.
[ She's a lady not a cleaver, thank you! Terrible associations aside, you really should be more careful! ]
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lux that's very...
... he gets an odd sort of expression when she speaks softly like that. About how she wishes they find rest or happiness as well. Like she's managed to strike a great many things close and memorable to him with that. But...
But ow ]
'Rough'?? [ Did he wilt a little? Maybe. Who's calling him rough??? He has finesse!! He's not Kanda. ]
I'm not—!
[ LOOK, WHEN YOU GO FROM WIELDING A GIANT BROADSWORD AS LONG AND BROAD AS YOU ARE TO A VERY SLENDER
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Yes, rough.
[ And as if to punctuate this point, she quietly unsheathed the sword at her side, a rapier-like blade with a faint glow and luster all its own. ]
When I fight, it's about balance, movement and finesse. Seeing it more like a dance than just barreling through with brute force. If you do that, then the both of us will get hurt!
[ Sighing again, not wanting this to turn into a lecture, she sheathed the blade once again, head tilting slightly and weight shifting to that side, her eyes closing. ]
It puts both of us in danger if you don't at least try to consider the other in combat. We have to rely on each other, as much as you may not want to.
[ Because she certainly had her suspicions, with the way that he looked at or treated her sometimes... ]
It's my job to protect you, and I can't very well do that if we're both in danger.
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his shinki is brutal. brutal. ]
...
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It's why there's something fond, but.. also a little distant in the smile he gets suddenly at that. Like he's heard it before—but would never say he has.
Isn't it that we promised to protect each other..? But that's too much to say as well. ]
Sorry, I've never had dance lessons. [ Quip pro quo.
But without ado, he also lets go of the invocation of his Innocence, the wispy feathered cloak with its mask fading from existence and his left hand returning to its usual state, hidden by long coat sleeves and a white glove.
Cracking his knuckles reflexively, he'll take the digs in stride and smile over his shoulder to her in a kindly way. ]
I didn't mean to endanger you, though. I'm sorry. Maybe with more training? [ It's different, fighting... literally with someone you have to be concerned for as well, not just having them by your side. ]
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She wasn't quite what he wanted, was she? Didn't mesh well with the way that he fought. Wasn't very strong. Even if he was willing to use her as a vessel finally, it still felt like it was with some reluctance.
Was that why he smiled at her that way?
And was that why, seeing that distant smile painted on like he wished it were something else, made her feel this way? Like he wanted something else. Someone else.
It wasn't a good feeling. ]
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wildcard/kooky kickoff
Well, that's not gonna happen, not with the man who's behind all this. All of a sudden, he asks Hibiki to perform. He uses exactly these words, not giving him any pointers or any other instructions, really. Just perform and, hopefully, make people laugh.]
Excuse me, who do you think I am? Some clown? This is ridiculous.
[Sorry Allen, he didn't mean anything bad...]
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It's a good thing the costume covers his face so Allen can crack a weak smile to himself and only feel his soul die a little inside at that. No matter... (It's okay, he's used to it. Hey, he used to hate clowns too.)
That's why the white-haired boy-god is composed and smiling rather brightly when he tips his own suit's head back enough to look to his miserable compatriot, a one finger raised with impetuous good cheer to his lips like he's about to impart an important secret.
Well, one oversized paw. He doesn't quite have the luxury to raise a single finger... ]
I find it helps to think more about it being about making people laugh. [ Conspiratorial? Merrily so! ]
It isn't that bad. [ Come on grumpy... bird-friend? He's saying he'll help you. Just follow suit.
Let's ignore the fact Allen is wearing the most horrifically macabre bear mascot costume known to man. You know, kind of something like this.
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[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.
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Then again, his attention was quickly caught by the boy that was also watching them. HIs eye narrows, a twist of the lips into the frown before it's gone.
There's that cracking sound, causing Lavi to glance at the fighting men again before he quietly approaches the boy and smiles.]
Enjoying the show there?
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Did he choke because he inadvertantly crushed his drink or the other way around? It doesn't much matter. The purloined goods also fall, very much forgotten. ]
L— [ Hn, no, it's like getting dunked in icewater to even consider using the shinki's name. WHICH IS INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATING if Allen could be bothered to think about why that is right now, but he can't because you!!! here!! why!! how!!
—damn. (This is... no.)
Let Allen regain his composure for a moment. Because clearly this is going to be heartfelt reunion because regardless of anything else it's has been months and he was worried and to the other Exorcist you disappeared one day and Lavi if you're here that means... ]
..As if!! Who would! [ There. Composure regained. Look at all that godly dignity. #Exorcists ]
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That was quite a strong reaction from the younger man, and it makes Lavi look at him even more curiously. It was even more curious when he heard the brief slip, but he pushes it away, thinking it was nothing.
He patiently waits though for the other man - god - to regain his composure, though the curiosity continues to build up.]
Then why're you lingering here? [He's onto you.] Normally people wouldn't just stand and watch two people brawling unless they're here for a good show.
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...doesn't seem to recognize him? ]
Even if they're like this someone has to make sure they don't go too far! [ He really was babysitting. How guilty would he feel if it turned ugly because he messed with them. Which speaking of, that bag he dropped, the one he's no longer handling as someone non-living..
"! I told you I didn't nick it!!" would be the mixed outcry from one of the men as he manages to break free and— ]
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Well. Crap. ]
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He opens his mouth to say something, possibly to retort his words, when the man nicks the bag away from Allen and runs off. A blink, two blinks, and he reels back as the other man gives chase, screaming obscenities into the air.
Lavi watches them for a minute or two before he glances back at the younger man.]
...Gonna go after them?
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(Oh.)
But sweating a little at watching the two idiots go tearing off or not, Allen.. looks a little oddly mollified at the question as his eyes slide back to the redhead. Or queasy. It's hard to tell. ]
Would there be a point...? [ Although to his credit it's still oh-so-dry. ]
L— [ hn ] ...why are you here...?
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Ahh I'm so rusty, I'm sorry if I am totally fail! (btw tis Bee)
[A lot of blood vessels in the face. A hit like that would, at best, mean bruises, but if the knuckles had stuck as close to the eye as it had appeared from where Dr. Rosen was standing there will likely be nerve damage and possibly damage to the septum.
However, Lee remains where he is, standing a few steps behind the white haired boy, hands neatly folded one over the other and shoulders drawn slightly forward as if he were a man too used to waiting for a strike in the dark. As if he were ready to duck or to bolt. In addition to this he had a bad habit, particularly in times of uncertainty, of dropping his head forward so that eye contact could only really be made when and where he was ready to allow it. Somehow it almost made him, a man of 60, look even older and more fragile.]
Misleadingly so.]
The Illegal one
She stood next to Allen and watched the two men brawling in the street with an air of barely concealed irritation, looming over him without actually looking at him.
"It seems that I'm not needed here after all."