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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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Tristepin gave a start when a voice scolded him from above, and he looked up with a frown.

"My no man's what?" he asked, scratching his head. This gave aforementioned villain time to dash forward and land a good solid punch right to Tristepin's jaw, sending him reeling backward with a grunt of pain.

He didn't fall, though--it would take more than that to knock him off his feet--and straightened quickly, rubbing his jaw with one hand and glowering at the decidedly startled man who threw the punch. Clearly this fellow wasn't used to his punches being so easily rolled with.

"Whoever's talking to me, could you hold that thought until I'm done here?" he asked, still not quite sure where the voice had come from or what it wanted. "I'd love to chat, but I'm a little busy at the moment."

He could worry about weird voices from the sky later. Right now, there were bad guys to vanquish!

Being ignored? The masked figure sighs - but quietly, and into their cape, so as not to be overheard. Then, as the fight continues uninterrupted beneath them, they cross both their arms and their legs from up on their perch.

"Make it quick," they say, perfectly calm, as if they hang out on windowsills watching chivalric knights brawl with modern street thugs every day. "I am unaccustomed to waiting."

And wait they do. Watching, too. Are you going to follow instructions like a good boy, or will they have to involve themselves so as to avoid this becoming a waste of time?

There was that voice again. Who in the world was talking to him? And where was it coming from? Whatever--Tristepin had bigger Kraloves to fry.

It didn't take long for him to dispatch the hooligans in the alley. Hah! Villains were always all talk and no action! It was almost too easy. Dusting his hands off, he shaded his eyes and peered up over his head again, frowning.

"Voice? Are you still there?" he called. He still wasn't sure he hadn't imagined it. A lot of weird things had happened since he'd come to this place, after all.

...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.

Of course no one had to interfere! Tristepin was a Knight of the Order of the Shushu! He had fought monsters and demons, he didn't need anyone's help to take down a few petty thugs. When the voice piped up again, though, Tristepin took a step back and looked upward, giving a bit of a start when the figure above rose and a bright light appeared seemingly from nowhere. They were dressed in a cape, and a large ridiculous hat, and as Tristepin watched in awe, they fired a rope from within the folds of the cloak and swung down with a flourish.

Tristepin's jaw slid ajar as the figure swooped down, and a huge grin split his face.

"That. Was. Awesome!" he crowed, fanged smile almost too wide for his face. "A genius, huh? Or is that just part of your name? Are you really a thief, or is that just part of the name, too? You shouldn't steal things from people, that's not very heroic--did you come here to stop these thugs, too? Sorry I didn't leave any for ya, you should'a come down sooner!"

Then he thrust one hand out, still grinning.

"I am Messire Tristepin de Percedal, Knight of the Order of the Shushu," he said, figuring one fancy title deserved another. "Nice to meet'cha, Mister... uh... Phantom Genius."

"I have come," Phantom Thief Genius proclaims, completely ignoring that outstretched hand - even ignoring what sounds almost like Prench, a language they hadn't thought anyone here would have the class or cosmopolitanism to speak - "to steal the prayers of those troubled by these ruffians! You."

An accusatory, dramatic finger is leveled at Tristepan. He could probably shake it instead of Genius's hand if he really wanted, but that's not why it's being offered. "Are you here on a divine mission?"