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Test Drive #28

TEST DRIVE # 28

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.

Fish Face

An ayakashi has taken to attaching itself to people’s faces. Other than just making the person gloomy, it has another, more odd, side-effect. Humans who can perceive things of the Far Shore take one look at someone affected by the ayakashi and can’t stop laughing uproariously. Even gods and shinki will get at least a case of the giggles. Sure, the ayakashi makes the person look like they have a fish face, puckered lips and all, but it’s not that funny, is it? Save people from the ayakashi, in more ways than one.

God-speed, Gnome

The travelling gnome is a cute trend that many people follow, watching where their little porcelain garden friend will end up next in the world as volunteers take him along on their travels. However the gnome has stalled somewhere, and the outcry on the internet is quickly reaching a fever pitch. Is it foul play? Or did the gnome simply get lost?
Hopefully you can help him resume his journey.

Homing Hen

Mr. Motoi's landlady has asked him to sell the chicken he was keeping on the building roof. He sent the hen to his daughter in the suburbs… but two days later, she was back on the roof trying to get back into her coop. He's tried three times now to find her a new home, but she keeps coming back! Something needs to be done. Will you help the hen accept her new owner, or try to convince the landlady to have pity?

Icy Idyll

In an effort to promote the beauty and simplicity of the idyll, a poetry society is hitting the streets of Tokyo, offering free ice cream to whomever can compose a (half-decent) idyll on the spot.
What is an idyll, you ask? Simply “a short description in verse or prose of a picturesque scene or incident, especially in rustic life”.
What do you say? Want to give it a go? No one will judge you too harshly. (Except maybe that person beside you.)

Jujube joy

A new jujube specialty shop has opened, with their key item being “emotion infused” jujubes. With a “secret blend of extracts and essences from exotic, organic herbs and plants”, the company claims that anyone eating their candy will have their mood shifted and uplifted!
Red for bravery. Yellow for happiness. Blue for calmness and relaxation. Green for refreshing energy!
Try a sample (strictly one per person, do not eat two at once) and see for yourself!
The only problem is that that secret blend of herbs and plants seems to be more potent on the physiology of someone from the Far Shore. (If the company knew, they would certainly apologize for the oversight.)

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!

Threaded | Flat

Fish Face

[Back against a wall, her face buried in one hand, Nia practically shivers as she talks to herself through clenched teeth, the picture of a person trying to focus.] Come on, Nia. Get it together. You're strong. You're capable. You can handle this.

[Her breathing finally comes under control, no longer the rough rasps from before. She lowers her hand and open her eyes, watching her fingers in midair. No more trembling. Good. She swaps one of her leather-wrapped chakram back into that hand, then straightens up and pushes off the wall. A shake of her arms, a stamp of her foot, and then she rounds the corner again, pointing one of her weapons at the ayakashi glommed on to a poor man's face.]

All right, you bastard! Time to take you -- [Her voice cracks.] -- take you d--

[No, it's too much. Nia bends double again, wrapping her arms around her stomach like she's trying to keep it from exploding as she dissolved into laughter.] It's just too ridiculous! Aigh!

Icy Idyll

[Free ice cream, eh? Not a bad idea, but what's with this 'idyll' thing? Ah well... they asked for it, right? They can't be expecting too much just picking some random girl off the street.]

[Nia shifts her weight to one leg, puts a finger to the corner of her mouth, and thinks. A moment later her ears perk up as she straightens.]

It was a beautiful day in the city streets, but more beautiful once they gave me ice cream.

[Expectantly, she holds out her hand for the cone.]

Edited 2018-04-30 18:25 (UTC)

God-speed, Gnome

[Down a dark alley crawls a thieving ayakashi, tendrils wrapped around the stolen gnome as it scurries on a dozen little legs for the intersection ahead and the safety of the outskirts of town. Three eyes watch the roofs, two behind it, four in front, and one remains fixated on its prize, which it admires with a hunger bordering on weird.]

[So he can't surprise it, but he doesn't want to. Zeke steps into its path, blocking its escape from the alley. With a toss of his head, he sneers down at the spirit, one arm lifting.]

Thought you could get away with your theft, did you? I'm afraid you've reckoned wrong. Come on! [One arm stabs out like he's grabbing for the air between them, before he twists his wrist to level a judgmental finger on the ayakashi.] Yield the gnome now! [Fingers curl into a fist and he takes a dramatic step forward, bringing it up to slap into his chest.] To the mighty! [Hand up, other arm back.] Zeke! [The forward hand down, then rotated to sweep back to him.] von! [He half-turns, planting his foot to face the creature in profile, hand flung up in the air.] Genbu! Bringer of Ch--

[Zeke starts to bring his hand down, and at last he discovers his partner is -- not on board with the introduction routine. He half-stumbles, half-slumps like a malfunctioning Muppet, then lifts his hands in supplication.] Look, I know we haven't practiced that much, but could you at least try to get on board with the choreography, chum?

Homing Hen

[Huddled behind the door that leads out to the roof, Zeke turns a large canvas sack this way and that between his fingers, a frown on his face.]

Are you any good with animals? Because my plan involves stuffing the old girl in this sack and zipping her on down to her proper home. Not the most elegant solution to the problem. Damned if I didn't think this whole 'god' thing was going to involve a lot more glamorous duties.

[He shrugs rather philosophically.]

Ah well. Wouldn't be the first time I've snatched a hen. Would be the first time I snatched it without Pandy and I eating it later, but I'm thinking that's even less elegant here and now.

[fish face]

Pfft-! Heh ha hoo haa haaa~!

[So. Here's the thing. The god he was assigned to was planning on dealing with this fishy business. And Sawatari, brand new shinki that he was, was plenty eager to show off his analytical prowess. Heck, his skills let them immediately pin down a weakness, and an easy way to rip them off of the poor humans' faces.

The only thing he didn't account for was just how silly it looked. Entertainingly so.]

Gaheeha...oh man, what a riot! H-hey, look at this-

[He's new and all, so a few mistakes are to be expected, but...hasn't he quickly forgotten what he's actually supposed to be doing...?]

[homing hen]

[Occasionally, Sawatari makes stupid decisions. Usually, it's because he lets his pride get in the way of what little rationality he has, which happens quite a lot. So, it stands to reason that he makes stupid decisions quite a bit more often than the word "occasionally" suggests.

In this case, the stupid decision is picking up the stubborn hen and carrying it off. With his bare hands. Because he got frustrated with the landlady insisting that the hen had to go and Mr. Motoi's indecisiveness regarding the whole affair.

"Geez, I'll just take it back myself! Let's see that hen refuse me!" he'd said.

It sure is refusing him. It's pecking the shit outta his hands and everything. He's struggling just to keep it in his arms.]

Gh-agh! Stupid - bird! Look, none of this would be happening if you just stayed home - no, not that home! Ow! [He tries to hold the chicken's beak shut, but all that results is his fingers getting a few more pockmarks for the trouble.] Seriously, cut it out!

[MUFFLED CLUCKING INTENSIFIES]

[icy idyll]

[A performance? A chance to take center stage? Sounds like something up his alley.]

Oho! A description of the ~picturesque~, is it? Let's see now~.

[You can hear the "~"s. How is he making that sound with his mouth.]

Hm...A clear pond, the glassy surface studded with blooming lotuses, all opening themselves to welcome the sun.

[Okay. A good start.]

Suddenly, the mirror ripples! A koi has come to the surface, curious! Its bright colors shine like a beacon amongst the cool pond waters!

[...Yes, that's nice. Alright, good job, take your ice cream and-]

Another comes, and another! They crowd around your fingers that barely skim the surface, small kisses dancing along your skin, each one a small blessing of luck-

[You know, Sawatari, idylls are meant to be, well...short.]

-and you wonder, "ah, is this what love is? This simple gesture of affection-

[Short.]

[wildcard]

[prompt of your own choosing, or feel free to pm me or message me at

emexceedschangezearu if you want to brainstorm another prompt!]

Edited 2018-05-01 01:51 (UTC)

New Friends

Snake stands with his face planted against the window of a pet store. Far in the back of the store, there's a undersized boa constrictor just barely visible from the front window that has caught Snake's eye.

He stands, not sure what to do. He couldn't just leave that poor snake laying there. Snake could tell that the poor guy was underfed and depressed in that cage, even if the pet store owners were to ignorant to recognize it.

He looks in his pockets to find enough money for a cheap lunch for himself, which surely wouldn't cover the cruel price they put on the life of this snake. He worries that if he just leaves the snake there, he'll end up stinging his master, but he also might sting his master if he tries to steal the snake and gets caught. He knows it's not right to steal, but leaving a beautiful creature to suffer like that just wasn't fair either. He's not even sure he would feel right paying these ignorant people anything. It seemed like there might be nothing he can do that wouldn't sting his master, and it is tearing him apart.

Icy Idyll

A cheerful member of the Poetry society calls Snake out from the crowd. He blushes, to have people all look in his direction, looking around desperately for someone else she could mean. Finally, he points his finger at himself, and with a confirmation that she meant him, he steps forward.

He keeps blushing, looking around for some kind of rescue or support as the woman explains to him what an Idyll is. He swallows hard, looking at the ice cream. It did look really good. But getting it also meant speaking.

Wildcard

Edited 2018-05-01 02:11 (UTC)

Jujube Joy

Snake stops in front of the Jujube stop, curiously looking at the sign advertising their new jujubes. He stands, staring at it for a moment. He pokes at the corner of his mouth, raising it up and looking at his expression in the window. He scratches his head and considers for a moment before looking to his companion, "Should I try one?"

It was a rare occurance for their God to speak without giving a voice to one of the snakes he keeps around him. But he wanted his follower to know that it was him considering this question. It's impossible for him to be wrong, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't sometimes wonder if he seems too flat and unapproachable. He's just worried that seeing him show more expression might make his shinki and friends actually scared.

Homing Hen

"'Why do you think it keeps coming back?' asks Martin," Snake says as he looks down at the chicken. He's already told his snake-friend twice now that he's not allowed to eat the bird, that no that wouldn't solve the problem. He's patently relieved that his shinki isn't asking any of those kinds of questions.

He looks up at his shinki, hoping that he was more equipped to deal with a hen than the god whose current form is more appropriate for hunting a hen than convincing it into obedience. What posessed someone to pray to him of all Gods was beyond him, but he would do his best to answer it anyway.

Wildcard

Edited 2018-05-01 02:11 (UTC)

[ Icy Idyll ]

[Mortals do have strange customs, don't they? With only so long to live, he supposes he can't blame them. A festival here, a celebration there. All to keep their time on earth full, interesting, alive.

Belial, on the other hand, can think of better ways to keep himself entertained.

Having successfully fooled a stranger into believing he's a world famous poet, he casually makes his way down the crowded city street with his prize in hand... and in mouth. It's probably for the best if no one else notices him, what with how he might be enjoying that ice cream a bit... too much. Tongue laving around the edges, lips parting to take the frozen treat all the way in towards the back of his throat before pulling out again in one slow tug...

He licks his lips with a grin, all while pretending he doesn't notice anyone watching out of happenstance.]

[ Wildcard ]

Ah. Another wrong turn, huh?

[After finishing up his ice cream (and likely scarring an entire population in the process), Belial finds himself in a park at the outskirts of the city, hands in his pockets and footsteps slowing to a stop beneath a tall maple tree. The large plume of purple feathers about his shoulders gently billows in the late fall breeze when he happens to take notice of someone sitting alone on a nearby bench. It might be obvious they don't want to be disturbed. Or not. Either way, he approaches with a soft grin on his face... and leans forward, perhaps a bit too close for comfort, ensuring his chest will be right at their eye level.

Looks like it might pop right out, doesn't it?]

I don't mean to disturb~

[He smiles a touch wider, baring a single fang.]

But are you familiar with this city? I'm afraid I've gotten myself lost.

(( ooc: Feel free to refer to his journal or contact me via PM or on Plurk (

kiokushitaka) for any questions! ))

Godspeed, Gnome

[A gnome sits on the sill of a second-story window, its journey interrupted by simple inaccessibility, and on the street below Mòrag looks up at it through the metal bill of her cap.]

[If she had a Blade, any Blade, she could retrieve it with a minimum of effort. A simple leap, a strike of the whipsword to bring it flicking down, a blast of elemental energy -- all simple, effective solutions to retrieve a wayward item. Now her methods seem reduced to climbing or finding a long stick.]

What a powerless god I am. [Thoughtful, she lowers her head, tugging briefly at the bill of her hat as she contemplates the strange path that brought her here.] Perhaps this is all meant as a lesson in humility... though if so, it is a curious lesson.

Icy Idyll

The Cloud Sea wraps around your ankles, a gentle pull into the unknown. Behind you the sun slowly rises, casting long shadows across the Gormotti plain. Though gentle breeze and soft birdsong accompany in sweet tone... stand here long as I might, still I long for the heat and dust of Mor Ardain.

[The Special Inquisitor nods to finish off her idyll, and those around applaud -- though whether it is for the quality of the verse, or simply the cool poise with which she composed and delivered it, is all up to them. She accepts her ice cream with thanks and another nod, turning away with it held in hand.]

i. god-speed, gnome

I still don't see the point in looking for a mere decoration. Surely, our time could be spent more... productively.

[ Look. Look. Where Wrathion comes from, gnomes being made of stone and metal wasn't that strange of a concept; what was strange was that the gnome was unable to walk of its own power while being made of such a material.

Beyond that, the whelp balks at the mundane nature of the task he has been ~~forced~~ ~~coerced~~ entreated to perform. So what, someone's fancy bit of bric-a-brac had gone missing--that was a risk one ran when one tossed their property to strangers and expected the best! People needed to learn how to see the bigger picture, how to look beyond the concept of... of... of silly pictures on the ~~mage imaging network~~ internet to the practical, logical things laying just beneath it.

Expecting some asshole not to jack your shit is a stupid idea, especially if your only precaution is to slap a proverbial sign reading 'hey, stealing this would be a dick move' on said item. The mind boggled. Wrathion's frown refused to diminish. ]

ii. jujube joy

[ It is to be noted that Wrathion is a terribly clever little beast, and being a terribly clever little beast, there are certain rules he follows--things like keep your friends close and your enemies well observed or non-existent, always have a plan, and have a plan for when the plan inevitably gets mucked up by the lesser minds you find yourself surrounded with. He's a smart cookie. There is no one he can rely on but him in this cold bitch of a world.

Which is why he finds the idea of taking so-called emotion infused food, something that's clearly bespelled or worse, and just... eating it... to be an absolutely foolish endeavor. He hasn't seen any of the preparation, barely knows of the proprietor, and the item is already confessed to doing something to its consumer. It's a bad idea, all around.

Wrathion didn't raise no fool. He's spent his entire life watching his own back and feigning trust at people--and now he does it with a magnanimous smile, offering the candy out to his companion with an expectant lift of his brows, red eyes gleaming with the sort of soul that someone can absolutely trust. Obviously.

Who wouldn't trust someone whose teeth are that sharp? ]

I insist you have the first bite of these interesting little concoctions, champion.

[ ... old habit. Accept it and eat the candy. ]

iii. wildcard

[ an egotistical dragonwhelp with a fancy hat is good for all sorts of adventures. ]

Homing Hen

Is it really so bad? Or do you just miss your old coop that much?

[The chicken in his arms seems calm enough at the moment, almost pleased at the attention she’s receiving as Anduin stares up at the roof thoughtfully before glancing down at his temporary charge once more. He knows about as much about raising chickens as old men do about red herrings but he’s putting in a valiant attempt to try to find some sort of situation that makes people happy and keeps the bird content enough to perhaps not run away yet again. There has to be some way...]

I don’t think that you’re going to be allowed to stay here though. Is there something special about it, or is it just yours?

[Humor coats his voice as he shifts his attention from the bird and the coop to the person closest to him. He doesn’t seem to expect any sort of logical answer, merely talking for the sake of keeping the bird calm. Anduin turns, nodding his head politely to them before gesturing to the chicken.]

Is this perhaps yours? Or are you here to try and help defuse this situation as well?

Jujube joy

[Being a Wrynn, Anduin was no stranger to food, or being offered food. He had a healthy appetite and a fondness for treats. But there was something a bit… unsettling about something that claimed to be able to shift emotions into a more positive spectrum with merely a nibble. At best, that spoke of some sort of enchantment, and at worst… he didn’t want to think of it. ]

So, tell me. Do you know anything about this?

[Anduin wouldn’t deny that the idea was tempting in its own way. How often did he wish for a light refreshing after a long day, or the ability to center himself and find calm even i the most turbulent of times. Curious, he turned the candy over in his hand, running a gloved finger over its surface. It looked harmless enough but that was the thing about strange magical foods-- they tended to look nice and normal until they hit you. Still feeling wary and a touch perplexed, he held it out towards his companion with a hopeful look.]

What do you think about this? Have you tried one?

Wildcard

Edited 2018-05-02 03:47 (UTC)

Gnome

[Little does everyone know, but the Gnome was shoved into the arms of a small, pink-haired boy. And he cares SO LITTLE about what's going on that he has simply just set the Gnome down next to him and has been pointedly ignoring it for the better part of a day as he tries his best to drink the café he was visiting out of every sweet beverage they have.]

Ahhhhhh~~! At least if I have to be around so many poor people, I can enjoy something yummy!

[He looks very pleased with himself. Hopefully someone will notice he's monopolizing the international icon…]

Hen

[Tori does NOT like being called on for this kind of job. He looks very put out to be here and has his arms grumpily crossed as he pouts down at the hen.]

Can't you just stay put?!

[His hands ball into fists as he demands this of the chicken, stomping a foot.]

I don't wanna have to keep taking you everywhere! You're smelly and dirty and gross!!

[He… is not bothering to keep his voice down.]

Fish Face

[This is absolutely something that Aone is not used to.

He is a very stoic person by nature. Smiles are hard to come by and laughing even more so.

But when he sees that fishy face, he can help the half of a guffaw that rips out of him completely unbidden. Nor can he help the confused furrowing of his brows as laughter keeps attempting to pass his lips, mostly unsuccessfully.

As the person passes on, he's left standing awkwardly, fingers on his own lips and a deep-seeded consternation etched into his face as he glares around as if daring anyone else to make him laugh like that.]

Idyll

[Aone doesn't normally get people stopping him in the street. In fact, that isn't even what really happened here. He was just curious about what these people were describing and stuck around to listen for a bit. But now he's genuinely interested in the idea of this poetry and has fallen silent for quite some time, composing something in his mind.

Finally, after the people from the poetry society are starting to look very concerned about the strange, scary man staring hard at them all, he opens his mouth and speaks softly, but firmly.]

Bright lights reflecting, the natural hue of the wooden floor, and a superfluously determined wall between each person and their dreams.

[He glowers at everyone (mostly because he's embarrassed).]

…like that?

Homing Hen

[Romeo has climbed up onto the roof to confront this chicken! He stood facing down the chicken, finger waggling in a telling off] Now just you listen up! You've got a new boss now and you have to go live with her you can't live here anymore!

[The chicken didn't seem to be listening to him at all and Romeo sighed and crouched down to talk more gently to it] I guess you might be scared about going to a new place but I'm sure there will be lots of other nice chickens there and you can make friends with them! And you're just going to get into big trouble if you keep coming back!

Icy Idyll

[Romeo is looking at the smiling woman who is offering him ice cream in return for an Idyll in complete confusion. Not only is he not sure what an idyll is, even after the explanation but he doesn't even understand the prize.]

What's ice cream, miss? [Looking around for any clues whilst also trying to figure out what picturesque and rustic means. Picturesque sounds like picture. Something pretty?

He is willing to try his best though and he brings his hand to his chin thinking. Things that are pretty?] Flowers are really pretty and so are clouds in the sky and the sky itself! That's really pretty too, when you get to go up high and look at the sky that's like a picture too!

Gnome Escort

[Following a statue and helping it get to where it needed to go was one of the strangest escort missions Link had ever done, and that list included helping a message in a barrel get down a river. The gnome didn't move itself (at least not when he was looking), so he had to physically move it around.

Apparently he was the only one who wanted to move it, because even putting it in the middle of crowded areas just seemed to do nothing; everyone ignored it. Hmm.]

Homing Chicken

[So far, he's taken the chicken from her original coop and brought it out to the edge of town, in hopes that she'll get the message. Twice. Twice, she's returned to her coop. While he could play the chicken-moving game for as long as the chicken lives, he's decided to just talk to the landlady.]

...Ma'am, I can't stop this cucco from returning. Maybe you should just keep her?

[He's holding said cuc--chicken as he talks. She's not trying to get away, but rather just clucking softly and occasionally pecking at Link's shirt.]

Jujubes

[Link may or may not have taken advantage of the shopkeepers' inability to remember his face and gotten multiple jujubes. It's fine, he's still only eating one at a time, even though it's tempting to combine them.

Ah, what the heck. He'll risk a run-in with the jujube police and pop both a blue and a yellow into his mouth at the same time. Rebellion.]

Edited 2018-05-03 16:58 (UTC)

jujube joy.

[ chiaki morisawa loves red. this is a fact of the known universe. as the leader of ryuseitai, he is the one and only ryusei red, after all! it's his favorite color, which he proclaims quite loudly to the man handing out the jujubes, who hands him one. he collects one of each, actually-- ]

Calmness is perfect for Blue, yes! You have an excellent penchant for naming, shopkeeper! I'll take one back for Kanata, and a green for Takamine, and a yellow for Sengoku...a red for Nagumo, since he'll soon be my successor, you'll see--! [ he continues chattering at the shopkeeper as he pays and takes his red one, holding it up to the sun.

dramatically: ] And this--burning bright red, the sun of life! The perfect candy for-- [ SENTAI POSE. ] Ryusei★Red, Morisawa Chiaki!!

[ at least the shopkeeper doesn't kick him out for being a weirdo, which means chiaki will pop the candy right into his mouth on the way out.

and really, the shopkeeper was right! chiaki makes an "uwoah!" noise and clenches his fists in front of himself. ] Ha~a! I feel powered up! Energetic! I could run across this city in a minute flat! I could fight any villain, even without my teammates by my side! I'll need a hundred of these to keep up this burning energy for the rest of my days...! ★

[ he's yelling in the middle of the street, of course. chiaki can be found a little while later, skidding up to you with his hands on his hips. ] Citizen! How can I help you today! Your hero has arrived!

homing hen.

[ this uplifting boost of bravery means that chiaki is even more willing to do stupid things than normal, and one of those things is climbing up mr. motoi's roof. the hen is sitting far from him, and chiaki scoots up the side of the building next to it with what are probably very unsafe parkour skills. he wobbles for a bit on it to gain his balance, then with a-- ] Rea~dy! [ takes off at a run and leaps across the roof space, grabbing the hen in his arms and rolling.

he gets half up, still holding the hen, hair a mess, and promptly strikes a sentai pose. ] Success! Fear not, Miss Hen! I will get you safely to your coop, and the landlady will never know otherwise! It'll be a secret just between us and Mr. Matoi, alright?

[ he pauses. looks across the roof.

....now how to get down. ]

Edited 2018-05-08 14:30 (UTC)

I. God-speed, Gnome

[Saitama was somewhat used to stupid assignments, since the HA liked to give him the simplest ones thinking he was a weak small-fry of a hero, but this problem really takes the cake. First of all, why was this even a thing? If you were so keen on seeing a garden gnome just buy your own. The internet really made the world weird. But, second of all, why did he have to try to find it? Or any so-called "god" for that matter?

Oh, well. He's been walking around Tokyo for awhile, peering here or there, looking in garbage cans or random yards to no avail. Later in the day, he can be found crouched in front of a random shrub in front of a random house, pushing aside the branches listlessly, asking in a mostly bored but a little annoyed tone:]

If I were a garden gnome where would I be hiding....

II. Icy Idyll
[It's hard for Saitama to pass up free stuff, especially something as good as ice cream, even if he has to do something embarrassing like try to write a poem. He's not entirely sure he understands what an "idyll" is, from the example the person gave it just sounds like random, pretty words being said. So, he gives it a shot, drawing from real world experience because that makes things like poetry more authentic, right?]

Grass
Green and warm
Have a nap
A passing dog
Farts
Wake up

[He says that with a little too much timbre and confidence for the actual content of the poem...]

III. Jujube joy
[Once again, free stuff + Saitama = hard to resist. But he also doesn't think this stuff is being literal, because herbs and stuff doesn't actually change your mood, right? If so, St. John's Wort would've solved his problems years ago. But he still takes a yellow one, popping it in his mouth and moving along since he has no intention to actually buy anything.

But once it kicks in, he finds himself in a fresh new hell of being overjoyed at anything and everything. You can currently find him watching a ladybug crawling on a lightpost very closely, and when he sees you coming near, whether it was to talk to him or not, he says:]

Look at this little guy, just living his life, so red and cute! Isn't life just amazing! My face hurts, it's incredible!

[He does look like having such a big smile on his face is unnatural...]

IV. Wildcard
[Hit me up with anything you want, I'm game for anything stupid always.

Feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk if you want to discuss or ask me anything!]

Edited 2018-05-11 19:21 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

Nia | Shinki

Zeke von Genbu, Bringer of Chaos, Mostly Addressed as Zeke, or sometimes the Zekeinator | God

Neo New Shingo Sawatari | Shinki

Snake | Shinki