TEST DRIVE # 17

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TEST DRIVE # 17



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!

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Courtly Cadavers

Several dead bodies have very suddenly returned to life. Not only that, but they seem to be possessed by very courteous and polite spirits. So there are reports of half-rotten beings bowing down to young ladies and kissing their hands or holding open doors for other passersby. It's really nice, sure, but also really disturbing.

Dark Deeds

In the middle of the night, there is a spirit that keeps turning off all of the street lamps. Fortunately, there aren't many cars on the roads at this time. Unfortunately, the spirit is also putting out all of the cars' headlights as well. And no cell phone lights or flashlights work during that time either and it's starting to cause a lot of accidents.

Endless Eight

There are eight blocks in downtown Tokyo that have taken to repeating endlessly. As you reach the end of the eight block, you find yourself stepping onto the first block again. No amount of turning or redirecting yourself will allow you to leave the eight blocks - until you stop by a cafe with a couple of bunny girls out front and make a purchase, that is.

Further Forward

Many in Tokyo want nothing more than to be on the cutting edge of technology! And there are some wealthy people who want to be even further ahead than everyone else. That's why they've sent out a general call for new types of technology to be brought to them. And if what you bring is impressive enough, you might get yourself a nice reward~

Giant Goats

Several farms on the outskirts of the city have reported a very sudden and tremendous growth in their goats. That's right, there are two-story tall goats hanging out with the other farm animals. Other than being very large, they seem mostly the same. But since goats will eat anything, well... Let's just say a couple of farmers are going to need new barns soon.



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Comments

[ultimatedisbear]

[She takes note of the fact that he has the ability to call up fire. Oh, if only Tanaka-senpai were around. No doubt he'd give some chuunibayou speech about fighting demons from hell or whatever bullshit he came up with to explain it all. And accompany it with that stupid laugh of his.

Okay, so, sometimes, she misses her Remnants and her thoughts travel back to them. It can't be helped.]

That's a good idea. I'm no good with injuries.

[She gives him a wan smile as he helps her stand. He's definitely a serious type. It will take a lot of work to turn him to her will, unless she somehow gets him assigned to her as a Shinki.]

Yes, I noticed that. Even before that, I've meet a few people who had trouble owning to the fact that they hurt others. [Like poor, delusional Taeko or selfish little Leon. But, hey, that's neither here nor there, but definitely not here.

She puts weight on her "injured" foot and carefully lets her knee give out before looking up at her rescuer with a wry smile.]

Some Goddess I am, huh? Can't even walk away majestically after nearly being hit by a car.

[ultimatedisbear]

[Oh, sweet, sweet, idiotic Komaeda.]

Who do you think gave Naegi the idea to erase memories in the first place? [Her eyes take on a maniac shine and her hand on his throat tightens as her smile turns to almost orgasmic levels of pleasure tinged with the darkest, deepest vestiges of despair.] He hasn't had an original idea since the day he decided to leave his mother's womb.

[As her pleasure rises at the thought of her plans coming together on her world, her powers leak and spill over onto anyone sick enough to still be around the little spectacle that she and Komaeda make. So, anyone angry already? Ten times, a hundred times so. Anyone excited? Nearly manically so. Anyone happy? Laughing uncontrollably.]

Thank you, Nagito. Thank you. [She leans up and kisses him full on the lips as she strangles him.

They're dead and now they're hers forever. Forever.

They are her.]

Elena | FFVII Compliation | Shinki

[provenworth]

[Courtly Cadavers]

[She's seen plenty of B-rated horror films to know a zombie when she saw one. What she found more disturbing than the actual walking corpses was to see them being so gentle to their...prey? Victim? It was really hard to narrow down just what to call those who came to close and were subjected to such politeness.]

....Guess we can add this to the list of things I'd never expect to see.

[There was no escaping such kindness herself, one coming too close for comfort. Elena lifts a hand, palm out, as if the action would cause the creature to stop in its tracks.]

That's close enough. Go find yourself another person to bother.


[Dark Deeds]
[Darkness never seemed to bother Elena, which made her more apt to go out and enjoy evening strolls so she could enjoy the sky. What did bother her, however, was reckless drivers. Such as the one that passed by her so closely that she could feel the side mirror graze against her arm.]

WHAT IN THE-?! [She's furious, face flushed momentarily in anger, hands clenched at her sides, turning to yell at the retreating vehicle.] TURN ON YOUR DAMN LIGHTS BEFORE YOU GET SOMEONE KILLED!


[Wild Card!]
Bring your own tag!

[dragonflood]

[She doesn't have much of a plan herself, and they can't afford to dither for too long, so she nods.]

We can lure them away from the barns, at least. I can stop their movement when they're in the fields.

[She pulls out an overlarge brush (yeah, a calligraphy brush surprise), about the length of her forearm.] I can back you up until you get there.

[dragonflood]

[That'll make it harder, but... Well, it's not like she can blame anyone for not keeping track.]

Thanks anyway.

[More importantly...] How long will it take for you to recover?

Courtly Cadavers

[artificialrose]

Does it REALLY MATTER!?

[It's something short of a miracle- or maybe Komaeda's influence on luck- that keeps nearby glass from shattering at how high Garry's voice goes. Despite that he's taller, a grown man, and some sort of holy vessel designed to kill monsters (or something?? He might still be in the adjustment period), he's still cowering behind his god, clinging to his hoodie. If things were more outright dangerous- not just very gross and horrifying- maybe he'd be able to summon up some of his buried bravery...]

[...but for right now, he's just quaking in his boots. Oh god oh god oh god no don't look this way- UGH ITS FACE IS ROTTING, UGH UGH UGH- ]

What are we going to do about these!?

[fortunesmiles]

[The kiss means nothing to him beyond as a physical demonstration of acknowledgment from Junko, but he's distracted enough to have a hard time paying attention to even that. The ecstasy of delight and despair on Junko's face, in her eyes, in her voice, in her actions...

He doesn't know what it means. He's not sure anyone but Junko could possibly tell. She might be delighted because something's gone right for her, or she might be delighted because something's gone horrifically wrong with her and she loves the despair that brings. They're both equally likely possibilities, he feels; he knows all about greeting horrific events with cheer, if not outright excitement and anticipation.

That said, while he doesn't know which it is...a shudder runs through his entire body. It's a feeling so overwhelming that it can't even be defined as something as one-faceted as pleasure or fear. It's raw sensation itself, running along his spine, similar to what he'd felt when he'd first heard Junko's voice.

But whatever his spine is doing, his gut is having a reaction of its own. A sinking feeling. A bad feeling. Something's wrong. He doesn't know what it is yet, but...he has a sense for his luck, the tides of fate that have dictated his whole life. And right now, that intuition is telling him that even if he doesn't know how yet...his luck has backfired hideously on him, and the consequences are hurtling toward him.

Compared to that, Junko's grip on his throat barely even registers. Sure, it's getting hard to breathe and even harder to speak, but why would he care about that?

He almost asks if she wanted them to kill each other, but then pauses. Of course she did. She arranged the original killing game, and the source of Monokuma in the Neo World Program was easy to trace through the blatant similarities to it, so she was responsible for that, too. But only now, being thanked by her, does it occur to him to think beyond his kneejerk revulsion and self-loathing of their roles as Ultimate Despair.

That Junko wouldn't want them dead because they were Ultimate Despair isn't even a complication, nor does Komaeda consider it one for any length of time. Everything he's read about Ultimate Despair had told him not to expect any kind of coherent logic, compassion, or even any sense of self-preservation from them. But in the original killing incident, she'd gone to such lengths because the murders were meant to serve a greater purpose. She was broadcasting them to the world, to spread her despair more completely. Every death...had been for the purposes of creating further despair for the world to be drowned in.

His eyes widen slightly as he stares past her, over her.

Even if the people he'd tried to kill had been Ultimate Despair...if Junko served some despair-filled agenda with their deaths, would the destruction of despair still be synonymous with the creation of hope?]

...what was your goal for the killing game on the island? [His voice is hoarse for more reasons than just his throat being compressed. Junko will see that he's already starting to put the clues together. Komaeda's actually exceedingly intelligent, and quick to put together complex scenarios from relatively few clues - but he has a number of blind spots. Primary among them are self-esteem, hope, and despair. Junko's ensured that he fell victim to all three at once, catastrophically.

Komaeda's smart, but he's not on Junko's level. But then, few people are, and no amount of aspirations on Komaeda's part can take him that far. Especially when his weaknesses lie so easily within reach inside Junko's wheelhouse.]

[fortunesmiles]

It might! [Komaeda's voice is cheerful and unconcerned as he replies.] After all, if it's bad luck that they're here, then something good will happen soon! Maybe it'll get rid of them. Or even bring them back to life properly!

[Back home, Komaeda might have kept his guesses within the realm of possibility. In the Far Shore, though...well, technically he still is. It's just that the realm of possibility has expanded quite a lot.]

If it's good luck, though...then something even worse might be coming. But in either case, it'd be silly to get worked up over this, wouldn't it?

[He turns his head to smile at Garry.] But anyway, do we actually need to do something about them? They're not really hurting anyone. [A pause.] Although I'll admit, they're not very pretty look at. And the smell...

[artificialrose]

[ooooooooooooooh mmmmy god]

[For a second, Garry can't say anything. In fact, he almost seems to outright lose his voice, mouth open but no sound coming out as he gestures jerkily to the nearest corpse. A couple of stiff arm gestures later, and he presses his fist to his mouth.]

[Sometimes, being Komaeda's shinki is very stressful. You wouldn't think it, because he looks so often relaxed or at least normal, but no. It's very stressful.]

[Finally, after a second, Garry nudges his fist down more to his chin than mouth so that he can speak.]

Komaeda. They're corpses.

[fortunesmiles]

True. But technically, so are we. It's kind of hypocritical to us to be upset by the dead walking around, isn't it?

[A thought seems to occur to him, and he brightens.] Ah - are you just scared of zombies? I guess if you've watched enough horror movies, that's understandable. But they don't seem to be dangerous, so you don't have to worry. [He laughs.] Besides, if they did try to attack us, it'd hardly take any luck at all to make all their limbs fall off.

[Garry deserves a wage, just so he can be given a raise.]

[artificialrose]

[Honestly, Garry has no idea if he's ever watched a lot of horror movies or not- that whole pesky amnesia thing, which Komaedo no doubt is familiar with. However, considering the way he full body shudders and looks even more horrified at the "solution", it's a pretty fair shot of a guess.]

That'd be even more disgusting- they're already rotting and falling apart as it is! [Wait, no- he shakes his head.] But I mean- we're not rotting like they are, are we?

[Trust him, he did a check on himself and everything. He'd know if he was rotting.]

[fortunesmiles]

No, we're not. I wonder why that is? [Komaeda looks thoughtful, pressing a finger to his lips. But he doubts he's going to be able to figure out any answer with so little information to work with, so after a moment he decides to set that aside and focus on the well-being of his clearly unhappy shinki.]

In any case, are you saying that you're more bothered by them being disgusting than anything? That's not quite the same thing as being afraid...but it might be harder to do something about.

[artificialrose]

Both.

[But he keeps getting sidetracked here.... Slumping and looking as tired as the shadows under his eyes would suggest- apparently he's burned through his reserves of horror- Garry presses a hand against his head.]

But if they're rotting, isn't that- That can't be healthy to keep around, can it?

[fortunesmiles]

I suppose it is unhygienic. [Komaeda turns to regard the zombies.] Especially since they keep kissing people's hands...

I don't suppose they can be reasoned with? All the ways I can think of to force them to go away would be pretty messy.

[artificialrose]

[Oh thank god, he's seeing reason. It'll be hard to remember- Garry has cottoned on to the fact that he's a much more emotional by now- but simple logic over emotional please.... That'll work best.]

[But that's for later as he follows Komaeda's gaze again, still shuddering at the sight of the corpses.]

Well, if they're being so polite.... Maybe it might actually work?

[fortunesmiles]

Oh, I don't doubt they'd comply if they could understand. They seem friendly enough. [Komaeda sighs as he watches another person run, screaming, from a shambling bow.] My concern is whether they can understand. The reactions they've been getting from people haven't really been subtle, but they don't seem to be getting the hint...

I'm not sure they're going to actually understand us. But I suppose there's only one way to find out, right?

[And with that, Komaeda is striding away from Garry, straight toward the nearest zombie. Garry would land a god who's suicidally unconcerned for his own safety. And no matter how often luck bears out Komaeda's confidence, well...it's still probably no easier on Garry's blood pressure. If shinki even have that.]

[lifts]

[It's time to become a man!!!]

I can go in myself. You look more ready to run than to enter this place.

[She smiles at him brightly. Uraraka is kind of concerned for this guy. Maybe he's just really shy or something. It would make her feel a little bad to drag him into the place if he isn't comfortable.]

[darkestbefore]

I am. It makes things even more confusing than they would normally be, I'm finding.

[ Still, she glances up at that comment, which reminds her that they do have a way out of this that would be simple enough. ]

Ahh... I could take us back, if you'd like? Although do you think it's alright to leave things like this here?

[lifts]

[Why is this happening. She feels bad, but god that totally caught her by surprise!!!]

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to knock them into you and I didn't mean to hit them either. [No matter how you look at it, it's still kinda gross.]

It caught me by total surprise.

I don't want to be kissed by a corpse...

[meowbel]

[Before she could say anything else, that's when the ground started shaking! Just like that, the brunette quickly found herself right up in the air!]

W-Whoa! I think somebody was a little too excited...!

[Although, now came the problem of Mabel landing down on the ground soon! What will he do now??]

[meowbel]

Probably but it just seems kind of boring! Maybe we should do something to jazz it up a little and make it prettier!

[That and if they were going to get some hay, might as well go all out right? Either way, the girl placed her hands around her eyes and started to look for some hay!]

[meowbel]

Then what are we waiting for! Let's go and get ourselves some flower crowns!

[And just like that, Mabel used her other hand to grab a hold onto Obis'!]

Quick, my fair gentlemen, we must hurry or else the flowers might run away! And we mustn't keep them waiting!

[...Mabel, what are you doing?]

[priforprince]

Blast!

[ The goat is left to bound after a floating pile of straw as the magician swings off its back to catch Mabel. The two of them fly through the air together, suspended by the rope (now tied....somewhere).

The magician will hold Mabel very securely. And heroically. ]

Diana | Rule of Rose | Shinki

[ashestoinnocence]

Courtly Cadavers

[Courtly politeness or not, being kissed by something dead is disgusting and Diana's not the least bit shy about expressing her distaste. She shudders dramatically and snatches her hand away, giving the corpse an fierce glare as if assessing whether to smack it across the face. In fact, without really thinking about it, Diana raises her fist but it stops mid-strike. On one hand, the vile creature could use a liittle discouragement from going up to pretty young ladies such as herself and a solid backhand to the face feels like both an reasonable and reliable solution to the problem.

But on the other hand. Dead thing. Eww. She'd have to touch it again and that's just gross.]

What to do, what to do...

[Is teaching it some proper manners worth getting her hands dirty? Decisions, decisions.]

Dark Deeds

[After the lights go out, a loud clang and rattle followed by a muttered stream of blistering curses in a sharp British accent as Diana walks straight into a trash can. Can't a girl walk and think at the same time without inanimate objects trying to kill her all over again? Another loud clang resonates in area as an irritable Diana kicks the offending trashcan.]

Stupid trashcan! When we find the things causing these blackouts, we're beating them up first. Then you can rend them.

[It's only right that the little trolls suffer horribly before they die.]

Giant Goats

And now it's over-sized livestock? Do we look like goatherds to you?

[It's not clear just who Diana's complaining to up to in the Heavens but she's certainly bold about it, yelling at the sky and stomping her foot. It's just bluster really, letting off steam. It's not like anyone's probably listening anyway. They're probably all busy doing whateve godly things it is they do up there while she and the other hardworking newcomers deal with this mess.

With a deep, frustrated sigh, Diana turns to her partner.]

Just what do they expect us to do to fix all of this anyway?

courtly cadavers/ let the asshole brigade begin

[disciplineking]

[The undead weren't very discriminating with who they went up and tried to be 'courteous' to, and this ended up being a mistake. Because there was another undead near Diana who made a mistake and chose to try and touch someone who had no qualms about swinging his tonfa around and caving the creature's face in.

It also had the unintended side effect of slamming into the undead bothering Diana and cascading them both into a wall, probably leaving a dent. Hibari didn't care, it wasn't his property. Instead he was looking smug at the mess he just made.]

If you're going to be so cowardly about striking back, nothing will get solved.