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TEST DRIVE # 15



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.



Sneaky Snakes

There are a number of snakes that have become possessed by a bunch of very sneaky ayakashi. They are slithering around, silently, snaring unsuspecting passersby into their trap - their trap to steal money. That's right, these snakes are busy snatching bills and coins from whoever they can. Try to put a stop to their thieving ways, or perhaps get thieved by them yourself.

Tummy Troubles

Many of the customers of a certain restaurant are complaining of the fact that their stomachs hurt after eating there. It could just be food poisoning, but many of these people are winding up in critical condition after a couple of days. It's time to figure out what the heck this cook is actually putting in the food.

Underwhelming Underwear

A family run business has been selling underwear for generations, but the underwear they sell is super boring and bland. Nobody wants to buy from them when cooler underwear is just around the corner. They've asked you to help them bring customers back in - by making their boring underwear seem as cool and hip as possible! How you do that is up to you.

Vividly Violet

There are so many ayakashi making their way through the air that at sunset the sky is turning an absolutely gorgeous shade of purple. Near Shore residents are reacting to this in varying ways. Many are delighted by the beautiful sky, but just as many are terrified that it's a sign of the end of times. Try to take down some ayakashi to make the sky less purple. Or just sit back and watch the beauty.

Wonder Wall

Anyways, there's this college boy who won't stop playing his acoustic guitar. He's from the US and is trying to pick up Japanese chicks. By now he should've somehow realized that they're totally not interested in him. But the song just keeps getting louder and louder and all that the people near the campus can hope is that today is gonna be the day that he stops playing. Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves them.



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Have fun!

Comments

[slantedcross]

No, I don't have any reason to think so... that was a joke.

[He takes a look at the very little girl who is... apparently trying to... get the snakes to...

All right. Youji is enlisting himself in this mission, damn it.]

What did they steal? Maybe I can steal it back.

i think it is an accomplishment that acchan caused tea to be spilled without use of gobi

[juuyondaime]

[ Acchan stops abruptly, thoroughly started by Hibiki's yelling, and turns to look at her. Pathetically. You kicked a kitten, Hibiki :c ]

A-ah...! I'm sorry!

[ Amazingly, the guy with the guitar has stopped as well, but he's staring at Acchan like he just had a religious experience. ]

H-hey... you're pretty cute. What was that song you were singing, angel?

[ Acchan glances at Hibiki before answering, a little unsure of what to do now that the guy has stopped. She hadn't quite thought it through that far. ]

It was a song from back home... Um, hey... [ She looks at Hibiki. ] You're... an idol too, right? How would you describe it? The way idols sing love songs?

[ Acchan no down this way lies only gaynessmadness ]

[toremainbehind]

[Well, while the people are going to check on the man, Izumo doesn't waste any time to walk away either.

While he might try to talk to Celty, a bit interested in her shadows, it just might be a good idea to remove himself from the situation first before the man decides to come out of the bushes and try to assault them again.]

[nohorn]

[ Being pretty certain she has never played baseball, and that her only twin has blue hair and not pink (not that she remembers her) Ram is much less flustered. In fact, she almost looks annoyed that it's taking him longer than about two seconds to give her an answer, as if her time were somehow the most precious commodity in the world and this boy is wasting it.

It's really an awful personality to have.

Except... she seems to perk up just a little. Or a lot, actually, seeing how she went from looking down on him like he were nothing, to suddenly being given the chance to talk about how great she is. ]

My steam potatoes are second to none. [ In fact if he looks at the menu he'd see that the entire menu is pretty much just.... steamed potatoes. Under the names "Ram's Whimsical Steamed Potatoes", "Ram's Piping Hot Steamed Potatoes", "Ram's Surprise Steamed Potatoes" and the like. ]

hibiki is lucky she's temporarily out of porcelain....

[priforprince]

[ With one look, she can tell -

Well, that's not so surprising. And if this girl is a fan, that means Hibiki has a responsibility to her.

So she sighs and answers the question. Her way, of course. ] Nothing capable of parting the blockage between his ear canals and his infinitesimal sense of taste.

[ To make her point clear, she physically extends an arm, both blocking the young man's access to Acchan and offering a convenient method of beginning to herd the girl away.

But she'll get in a parting shot to him. ] Leave the distribution of love to those whose affections have value.

[ A single sparkle. To drive. Home. The point. ]

[priforprince]

I select my own sponsors. [ It isn't working. She's giving this girl her best material and it isn't working. What will? More flattery?

But that would just be seen through...and she'd rather not get close enough for the girl to grab hold of her again...

Focus. She is Shikyoin Hibiki. Everything is possible for her.

So she pulls a tiger lily from her pocket, kisses it, and flicks it gracefully towards the girl. ] To the diamond pinnacle of persistence.

[ That's. Probably. A compliment? ]

[usedperishsong]

Ugghgh.

[ Looks like her arm can move! Both of them!

And they're now clutching her stomach as Kanade pitches sideways off her chair. ]

[usedperishsong]

[ Aw, sweet, score. Kanade debates following the other woman in but figures she's got enough of a captive audience she doesn't have to worry about her customer running off with the goods or anything.

She is, however, impatient. So if Maria seems to be taking a while, a red head will poke through those curtains. ] You stuck or somethin'?

[usedperishsong]

[ Nice, this just might work. The ones Shun's hitting the worst also can't move around as much, either. Two for one! Good bargain.

When Kanade thinks she's gotten the group more or less where she wants them, she starts lowering her speed gradually. No point in making aiming any harder than it's already going to be...

Oh, right. She should probably let him know they're ready. ]

EAT SPARKS, YOU BASTARDS!

[ Nailed it. ]

[onethousandflowers]

Not if we're honest. Some of these are best described as banana hammocks.

[Ok, now he's just trying to see how much he can make Tsuna blush. Not that that isn't true. There's a particularly incriminating number in black satin near the top.]

Why do people look for exciting underwear anyway?

[He doesn't really get it. It could be shinki memory loss making him innocent, or he could just be trying to make Tsuna say it.]

B

[moumantai]

[Maybe it doesn't sound too bad to Guilmon, but his ears aren't 50% of his body...]

Someone needs to make him to stop already! Hey, hey, do you think we could get his attention?

[goeshyper]

[At first, Tsuna doesn't get it. His eyebrows furrowing as he repeats the phrase.] B-banana hammocks?

[A few moments later, Tsuna makes a startled noise. As if just realizing what the shinki is implying. Tsuna's a boy in adolescence, so those dirty words really do come to life in his head. He didn't need the imagery, Byakuran! Of course, Tsuna's face is burning, because his shinki actually says it with a straight face. Well, as straight as Byakuran's poker face can be.

Tsuna decides to shuffle through the bag, seeing different styles and patterns. He could tell the more luxurious pairs are of better materials. The god notices the black satin pairs in the bag, it must be the shinki's personal preference. As to why people prefers a fancier pair of underwear, Tsuna can only guess.]

I-I don't know. Maybe they want people to see them.

[ Tsuna stews on his words for a few moments, before he becomes mortified again! No, he couldn't be thinking those kind of thoughts! He turns to Byakuran, slightly glaring. Though his stare really has no heat,since he's blushing so vibrantly.]

S-stop that! Let's stay focused,and work on those reviews!

Re: U because it's a TDM and I can have fun

[juuyondaime]

[ Hey, Acchan isn't that petite! She's not quite as busty as Natsuru, sure, but she's a little more filled out compared to her trainee days. Acchan can see how uncomfortable Natsuru is in front of the camera and totally sympathises. She was like that herself, when she was still a kenkyuusei.

Thinking back to that first photoshoot when they first met Minako-sensei, Acchan gets an idea. ]

Ne, Natsuru-san... Maybe try putting your arm around me? Let's pretend we're sisters for a moment.

[juuyondaime]

[ Acchan couldn't help but laugh a little as well. Mariko-chan was way better at using her pheromones than she was, after all. ]

I don't have to pose sexy! I'm better at being cute, anyway.

[ She nods a little. ] You're right... but we've got to help them somehow...

Genjo Sanzo | Saiyuki | God

[killsthebuddha]

Vividly Violet
[ The sky is purple.

The sky is purple, the people panicking are starting to piss him off, and he feels unsurprisingly like hell. For that matter, the person that had been placed in his custody (enslaved is more accurate) to help him do this so-called god shit has has wandered off, and he doesn't even have his actual team of idiots. So far, he's zero for five and it doesn't look like the situation is about to improve.

It's entirely possible that Genjo Sanzo doesn't have the temperament to be elevated to the apparently divine. By all rights, he should have more important things to do than sit on a park bench in full Sanzo priest regalia, watching ayakashi fly through the sky. Someone is going to pay for this. ]

This is such bullshit. [ It's a quiet mutter around the filter of a cigarette. He fumbles briefly with his lighter, turning his body instead of shielding the flame from the breeze with his other hand. Not even for a smoke could he lift his right arm reliably at the moment, and the whole ordeal is an effort that has him muttering increasingly dire profanities under his breath. ]


Wildcard
[ Or something completely different. ]

[reformedsinner]

[Yuri's not here, and that's for the best, of course: because Yuri is a solid fighter, but that's a lot of ayakashi, and Hakkai still feels protective enough of her not to want to see her go up against that many all at once.

It leaves him without too much that he can do against them, though, and he's contemplating the purpling sky with his arms crossed when he hears an entirely too familiar voice muttering profanity from the park bench on the other side of a blooming hydrangea.

He goes very still for a moment, tells himself that it's a coincidence, and then crosses around the bush just in case.

It's not a coincidence, and there's no name in evidence, but Hakkai bites back his first startled reaction, and looks up at the sky, shading his eyes with one hand. He's wearing his limiters to blend in on the Near Shore, but there's no good way to conceal the name written across his right eye.]

Hmm, at least it's a nice color.

[killsthebuddha]

[ He really must be wiped out, not realizing how close someone else was. That it's Hakkai both is a relief and an excuse. It's not his fault that he's dealing with such a sneaky bastard.

Sanzo had felt overheated just moments before and there's sweat on his brow from pain, but his blood runs cold when he gets a look at Hakkai's face. His eyes widen fractionally, but then his expression hardens into a customary scowl. He can't risk saying a damn thing, but he can't quite make himself shift his attention back up to the sky when he finally replies. ]

Colorful shit is still shit.

[ It's the eloquence one expects from one of Buddhism's most exalted monks. The stupid bastards behind this are dead men, and, once Sanzo figured out who they were, he'd be the first to tell them. ]

[reformedsinner]

That's very profound.

[His tone is a perfect deadpan. He'd seen Sanzo's eyes go wide out of the corner of his eye -- or as wide as they ever go -- on seeing his face, but the sweat standing out on his face is a different concern. His memories of Sanzo before his own death are blurred, peripheral, but there are a few that are clearer.

And he doesn't remember Sanzo dripping with sweat on clear, breezy days, outside of fever or pain.

Mildly, he inquires:]

Are you a shinki?

1/2

[gottastaycalm]

[ A quiet smile before he disappears in a puff of smoke leaving behind his 15 year old self. ]

2/2

[gottastaycalm]

.........

[ Lambo looks around, taking in the scene to figure out where exactly he's landed himself this time, but more importantly, when. ]

[killsthebuddha]

I'm not part of this. [ It's with his left hand that he gestures dismissively at the sky as if that somehow encompassed the whole of this faux afterlife. It's all a scam.

Belatedly, he's hit by the realization that Hakkai is a danger. With no association between the two of them that the youkai remembered...

Well, he's not going to let it change a thing. ]

[reformedsinner]

Perhaps none of us should be. Are you going to answer the question?

[It's not the time. It's not, in fact, the week for that kind of answer, and the small, polite smile Hakkai flashes him has a dangerous edge.]

We can't all wear it on our faces, after all.

[bussounoshima]

[After what happened with Gojyo, Sharak should probably keep her distance from Genjo. It's the first thought that enters her mind when she sees the familiar robes and blond hair ahead of her, and a reasonable one. She got lucky last time. If Genjo doesn't remember anything now, just seeing her with her robes and sutra that match his could bring about blight.

Still, it's only a matter of time. Maybe he does remember. There's only one way to find out.

Sharak strides towards the bench from behind, pulling out her handgun at the last moment and pressing the barrel against the back of Genjo's head. Hey.]

[killsthebuddha]

[ The footsteps are enough of a warning. He shifts on the bench as a gun is pulled in a rustle of fabric. Heedless of his own self preservation, he's twisted around, revolver up and aimed at his opponent.

Or, more accurately, aimed at his fellow Sanzo priest.

He hadn't wanted to see her here. He doesn't dare say a word, glaring steadily up at her. He can't risk that she doesn't recall, and that this was just something that happens sometimes. ]

[bussounoshima]

[Sharak glares back, pose and eyes steady. Reflexes still on par with her expectations, not doing anything stupid like actually firing at her, a look in his eyes like he's cautiously waiting for something...

She smiles and moves her gun back, lifting it to her shoulder.]

The 28th of Arhat, Sharak Sanzo. I've been given the label of "god", so you can say whatever you like.

[There.]