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takamagahara2018-11-01 10:38 pm
godsoffortune) wrote in takamagahara2018-11-01 10:38 pm
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Test Drive #34
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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The fresh new spring fashion trend is accessorized denim. Super-accessorized! Bells, chains, beads, zippers, belts and more drip from every inch of this season's hot styles, and the stores need someone to model their new stock -- and bring in the buyers. It's your job to convince the fashion-savvy residents of Tokyo that these new jeans are exactly what their wardrobe needs, without getting your five chain belts tangled.
A huge, panther-shaped ayakashi is haunting the streets of Asakusa, and the pigeons at the local pigeon shrine have disappeared! Take care of this feline predator so the surviving sacred birds won't end up as dinner on the wing.
The residents of an Ikebukuro high-rise have an unusual problem: no matter how sunny the day or how long it's been hanging, their laundry just won't dry! Do they have a moist microclimate? An ayakashi of mold and despair? Or do they just need someone to get all that wet laundry to the nearest laundromat with a dryer until the weather warms up?
A gardener in Ueno has planted a brand-new strain of muskmelon in his window boxes, and this plant is going wild! Vines have taken over the exterior of his apartment building, and beach-ball-sized fruit are popping up all over. He needs help bringing in the harvest… but his neighbors are begging for this plant to wind up in the compost heap so their lives can go back to normal. Whose side will you take?
A community art project is being hosted at the Tokyo Art Museum! Jigsaw-shaped pieces of wood about the size of a hand have been handed out to artists and crafters throughout Japan, and the pieces have just been shipped back. Now, they have to be assembled into one giant jigsaw puzzle for display. There's just one problem: someone forgot to number the pieces before they were shipped! Now they've got a 20,000 piece puzzle whose pieces don't match, and it has to be finished this weekend for the grand opening. Help!
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It will never be easy, will it?
[ The familiar, but twisted red spear appears in his hand. Another chore. More "paperwork". ]
They will never learn to survive if they rely on us for the smallest of things.
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Anyway a swarm of small, moldy ayakashi escapes the cloth he's been holding and pool at their feet, before trying to form something bigger, with more of a concrete shape ]
Hold it, the spear alone will be useless against it.
[ Humans have not yet figured out how to deal with this threat, but once they do, the need for gods will diminish. Until then... they've got work to do ]
Do you have your shinki with you? [ Caster does, a red pendant on his neck. So he knows a vesseled shinki might be something inconspicuous. Might even grant Berserker the privilege of rending the ayakashi with his own weapon of choice. ]
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Berserker wouldn't hesitate to kill Caster if his fingers so much as brush against Gae Bolg without his permission. He's a bit possessive. ]
Don't stare so jealously. [ Cold. ] And of course I do.
[ A glove on one hand, beneath the bestial armor. It allows him to use Curruid Coinchenn to rend ayakashi, a brutal method befitting him. Until then, he uses the twisted spear in his hand to do as he wishes. ]
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Somehow... there is way more of them than the siże of the laundry. Waiting and allowing them to form their desired shape would be a pointless waste of time though. ]
Give me something [ He asks his shinki and opens his hand waiting for a weight of conjured weapon. It's a large broadsword, one probably held with two hands but ah, a detail. Caster swings it at the ayakashi mass, one attack not enough to properly rend them, but at least it cuts the shape in half ]
Looks like each of us got their half now! [ There is a hint of excitement in his voice- it's just a hunt, not a real battle. But sometimes that can be fun. With his free hand he starts writing new spell in the air- if they dislike fire, he can provide.
But he's also a little bit distracted-- kind of curious how this darker side of him fights, no lie. ]
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Berserker is also capable of Rune Magic, but it serves the single purpose of boosting his Magic Resistance and healing his body when he throws his spear. Any other use is pointless to him, this attitude made clear by how passive as he watches Caster work.
As the shape is split, as he hears the other Servant's excitement, he simply begins his work. There's no emotion on Berserker's face as he swings and cleaves the mass down to something more reasonable. As if he's nothing more than a machine, he works efficiently to weaken the nuisance before him.
A surge of mana bursts from around him as the armor on his body grows greater in size. Clawed gauntlets cover his hands and arms completely and a helmet covers his head now. The body of Curruid, the creature Gae Bolg is made from, protects him as armor. Gae Bolg fades away entirely as this armor is summoned and he starts to tear into the ayakashi before him. ]
Slaughter without exception, liberate all curses without moderation, be prepared to challenge despair...Curruid Coinchenn!
[ Brutal, efficient, and without emotion, he uses his Noble Phantasm, aided by his shinki, to completely rend his targets. It's nothing more than a task, nothing more than simple paperwork to be completed. There's no joy in it, no love for battle. Berserker is a machine, nothing more and nothing less. ]
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Berserker fights with brutality, but a very calculated one. Caster's shinki provides him with effectively inexhaustible supply of weapons. Never a one that he would be unfamiliar how to use- besides it's mostly swords anyway. While it cannot compare - never will, a sad truth - of having his spear, for this place it is enough. He might be a mage but with wits of a hunter, and experience of a warrior- so the spells he use focus on mostly strengthening his body, to compliment the weapons.
Caster gets done with his side of ayakashi and gets a front seat work in seeing of what must have been Berserker's Noble Phantasm. Of this power he can't be jealous, it comes at cost of this apathy and mechanical efficiency.
There is no joy in this battle, no excitement, there is just nothing. And it is a scary thought that there is potential of such uncaring apathy in the man who was the source of "Legend of Cu Chulainn" ]
Quite a show you put there. [ He starts in a conversational tone, as if they weren't in the middle of battle ] Do you always rely on this to rend?
[ "This" being the armor. It falls into his interest to find out how those abilities work for other gods who happens to be Servants. Often that magical energy has to come from somewhere, and they are not having Masters here. While the Servants won't disappear here from lack of mana, the regain rate has a lot left to be desired - unless you like week lasting nap - but also seems to be different from person to person. So it's a bit of professional curiosity. ]
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[ Comes the flat response. He only chooses to don the armor of Curruid in a few cases and when he knows he's being observed is one of them. Otherwise, he's content to rend with his bare hands. It's equally brutal, if not more so.
Of course, Berserker doesn't say as much. The one word response is enough for him. Feeling his task is complete, the armor fades away once again. He just looks as indifferent as ever, another piece of paperwork completed. Not a hint of happiness or joy or even excitement. ]
I guess I should thank you for your help.
[ It's not a grudging admission -- it's said with the same flat affect as everything else. It's a courtesy. Really, he is grateful for the help, if only because the fight took half as long. Less necessary work for him to do. ]
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At least no one who sees that display can have any doubts about Berserker's power, and it is equally terrifying as it is fascinating to watch. What made you into this? But there are questions that one might not want to know the answer to.
The mention of thanks earns just barely a surprise from Caster. ]
In that case, consider it accepted. [ Bah. Courtesy costs nothing. And because of that when Caster picks a pack of cigarettes out of one of many pockets on his robe, he wordlessly offers one to Berserker.
There is still a question of the laundry. Or rather pieces that survived the battle that happened directly on top of them. ]
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Berserker takes the offered cigarette before looking at the scattered clothing. ]
...Do you think they'll be upset by this? [ He says as he lifts up what's left of a shirt. It's the closest thing to a joke you'll get out of him. ] The problem is solved, but we've made a new one.
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Such is the circle of life- [ Caster snorts at the "almost joke" and answers in a similar tone. Then he squats to pick up a fully functional pair of pants- a bit torn but uh, fashion? ] Some of that pile could be salvaged. I guess.
[ Oh look, an unhurt bra and socks. And the same stocking he threw at you. ]
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He calmly sorts through the pile, though, with the same mechanical efficiency as the way he fights. There's no emotion whatsoever in him as he completes the task. ]
Some collateral damage should be expected. They'll get over it.
[ That's what he tells himself anyway. It's of no concern how the task gets done, just that it's done. ]
...It might keep them from asking the gods to do their laundry next time, though.
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Doubtful. They'll come up with something dumber. [ But again, if the ayakashi was a cause of the trouble, mortals couldn't do anything about it in the end. The job might be even far from done, Caster makes a mental note to go and check rest of the laundry in that building. Setting one sock on fire at a time. And speaking of fire, he flicks a rune to fire his own cigarette. ]
So- which god are you? [ That's some professional curiosity here ]
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Hmph...You're right. Can't imagine much dumber than this. The work's never done...
[ Seeing that flame, he wordlessly holds out his cigarette, asking for a light. Sure, he could do it himself, but he uses him rune magic for nothing but Magic Resistance and that's not changing anytime soon.
Berserker's quiet for a moment before he answers the question. ]
Balor.
[ Which shouldn't be too surprising, really. ]
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Everything stays within the family-- [ Caster clicks his tongue, and quickly fire another small rune to light Berserker's cigarette ] Haven't heard of any Fomorians to rule, so at least it's less bothersome on that front.
[ Unless you would want an army to lead, then yeah that would be a problem. But he never aspired to a leadership role himself, so he suspects it might not be a thing for this darker side either. On the other hand, maybe he'll get surprised. ]
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Strange how it works, isn't it? [ There's almost a hint of warmth in his voice. The comment about the Fomorians actually gets a short laugh from him. ] ...Good. I don't need that kind of trouble.
[ Though in this form he may be the Mad King, he has no interest in actually leading. A role foisted upon him that ensured a never ending supply of work. He is capable of leading and he did once, but it's not something he enjoys.
That's a silly point to make because he finds no joy in anything. ]
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Caster releases a puff of smoke before he speaks. Cancer-sticks are perfect for a short break during day full of work. ]
There are some other familiar names among gods here- not much, and they come and go, though. Rest sits back home. [ In Erin, in Ireland he means. It might seem as if he's very forthcoming with information, but really- none of this is a secret. ]