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takamagahara2017-03-31 07:01 pm
godsoffortune) wrote in takamagahara2017-03-31 07:01 pm
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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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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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. ]
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[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?
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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. ]
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[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.
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Damn right none of us should be. [ He's no stranger to wearing marks of divine meddling in his face. He's had his chakra on his forehead for half his life now.
And he's been fired. ] I'm not.
[ He's self-destructively stubborn enough to let that be a vague answer. ]
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It could mean that he's in a foul mood and, like Sanzo tends to, taking it out on everyone around him. But, in that case, it says something that he hadn't pulled his gun on Hakkai for speaking suddenly behind him.
Hakkai crosses his arms, looking back up at the wavering, variegated purple of the sky.]
Perhaps it would help if I told you that new shinki can remember parts of their past lives.
[It's deniable enough, he supposes: if Sanzo's sulking over his loss of memory, it's an offer of comfort, and if he's talking cagily around Hakkai to avoid hurting him -- well.]
I, for instance, remember a significant part of the past few years.
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That sounds like it makes it worse. [ He can see the immediate issues with such a thing, though that is interesting. If the people forced to be called shinki hadn't had their memories wiped, then he might be able to work with that.
Sanzo has never been a sentimental man, but a tight knot in his chest eases. It isn't just vengeance that he'll have to be after. ] But it's not my problem. Some wiseass decided I should be called a 'god.'
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[A little of the tension in Hakkai's posture eases, too, at that admission. How had Gojyo managed it, with three of his friends as other people's shinki? Hakkai's failing badly enough to handle one. He's glad it's not two.
He's glad Sanzo's alive, although 'alive' is a debatable category for gods as much as for shinki.
Alive, he thinks, looking at the man again, and....
A pin-scratch of a line appears between his eyebrows as he considers Sanzo.]
... Well, the Heavens' judgment is questionable at the best of times.
Are you just sitting here to enjoy the show?
[Or has he been hurt?]
goddammit Koumyou get out
It's keenly uncomfortable for him to have to come out and say anything about his weaknesses. ] Tch...
[ He shifts and sits up more, still careful of his arm. ] I'm not recovering any faster if I stay inside somewhere.
[ There, see? He did his part, and without risking any details. ]
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[The pin-scratch frown deepens to a genuine crease for a second before smoothing away again, and Hakkai politely coughs into a hand.]
Well, I won't ask how that happened. [Since he doesn't know -- which means, if Sanzo's just arrived and it's not fresh enough to be accompanied by the smell of blood or damage to his clothing, that it's something he doesn't remember and therefore it's not safe to ask for details.
They all lived dangerous lives, and it could've been almost anything, he supposes. He might not even have been there.]
Did you know that gods and shinki are delicacies to ayakashi?
[It's in a helpful tone. None of the monsters coiling across the purple sky has turned its gaze to them yet, but, honestly, it could happen any time.]
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Besides, Hakkai is using a particularly helpful tone. An "ah, Sanzo, I'm too much of a shifty bastard to directly suggest I think you're stupid" tone. It catches his attention, but his response is much too level for him to be anything but in rough shape. ] It figures that the inconvenient parts of this are true.
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[Always assume the worst, and it will generally be correct.
Hakkai casts another thoughtful glance at the sky, and steps around the corner of Sanzo's park bench in order to sit neatly on the end he's left free. He must be badly hurt to be sounding quite so calm, or badly out of his depth with too few questions answered, or, of course, both.
He produces his own packet of cigarettes and lights one, still with the slight care of someone to whom it isn't yet second nature. Awkward though it is, there's something calming about the ritual and the bitter smoke on his tongue, and Hakkai contemplates the irony that the little taste of relaxation makes it a very healthy habit for a shinki.
Sanzo doesn't want to talk about his injuries, and if he's not actually passing out, Hakkai's willing to respect that for now. They've presumably been treated by someone, after all. He deliberately doesn't think about who that person might be.]
I suppose you have questions.
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There are a lot of things he wants to ask, but he keeps coming up with reasons he shouldn't. Even something amount the lines of who he had to work with here would be a problem. And where were Gojyo and Goku? No, he'll just have to focus on practicalities. ]
You're taking it too easily. [ It's an absurd sounding criticism, muttered more to fill space.
But it's not entirely wrong. Hakkai is far too settled even on a scale of his peculiar nature. ] How much have I missed?
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You were here as a shinki for part of that time.
[And, he reflects, Genjo Sanzo being here means that his sutra is also here, and that they might have another chance to test whether proximity to it truly would unlock shinki memories from whatever spell had constrained them. He'll leave that suggestion for later.]
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[ Sudden tension overcomes the weariness he felt. He's otherwise still, only a tightness in his voice and posture giving away his confusion.
Four months? He'd have expected a week, he could have imagined being down for a full week and waking up with little improvement. He isn't quite so willing to accept this as easily. He's never been one to admit to anxiety, and he refuses to acknowledge that knot in his chest as he searches his memory and comes up with absolutely nothing.
It had already been obviously that the power behind all of this is in a class of it's own. He doesn't actually doubt him.
] That's bullshit.
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Does it sound funny?
[It's not funny at all, and his voice is very, very mild.]
Even among gods, I'm not sure you can believe everything you remember. I've heard that certain things don't line up.
[He casts Sanzo another sidelong look, this one almost amused, and adds:] Unfortunately, I couldn't be told what those things were or why.
Don’t mind me, needed one last tag from me for a sample
His shoulders slump slightly, but he glares sidelong. Hakkai, if nothing else, could be relied on to be a certain way. It’s frustratingly, aggravatingly... reassuring, actually, despite the bullshit bad news. ] I don’t care what you call it, but I’ve heard enough of that “shinki and gods” crap.
[ His complaining is reflexive, but he’s starting to think seriously now. He can’t just outright deny inconvenient information for all that he wants to. ]
Might as well call it “idiots and assholes.”