takamagahara | (no subject)

TEST DRIVE # 05

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.

Ugly Underthings

Someone or something has been stealing underwear from various women and men. The weirdest thing about it, though, is the fact that every piece of underwear stolen and strewn about the town is absolutely hideous to look at. Maybe it's just someone with a fetish for ugly underpants? Or maybe it's something else entirely.

Validated Villain

There's talk about some masked ayakashi wandering around, led by a young girl wearing a paper crown and covered in tattoos. In fact, if you look for her hard enough, you might just come across the nora, singing to herself as she plays with the masked wolves. Otherwise, you might just encounter the wolves. It's hard to tell which is worse.

Weeaboo Weirdos

A much larger amount of American tourists are crashing down on Japan now that the summer is near, and a significant number of them are what the people back in their home country would term a 'weeaboo' - 13- to 17-year-olds who are desperate to blend in with Japanese culture and fail miserably at their attempts. You can either make fun of them or help them out, your choice.

Xeroxing Xenophobes

Of course, that means that there are a large number of Japanese locals who are very put off and angry about these Americans. A fact that is becoming all the more prevalent because there is an ayakashi cloning itself and attaching to only Japanese people, turning them against the foreigners and causing a massive amount of hate, which is leading to a lot of shoving, nasty words, and a couple of impromptu, awful haircuts...

Yummy Yakitori

With so much going on, isn't it just nice to sit back, relax, and eat some delicious yakitori? This yakitori might possibly be the best you have ever eaten in your entire life! And that's not at all because it was made by a couple of Far Shore residents who have charmed it with varying results, definitely not. Hopefully the charm doesn't backfire and make you hate all other food!

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ And there's the pissy priest he knows and... well, not loves. Definitely not loves. Knows, though. Knows well enough to know when he's actually angry, and when he's using his gun as a reason to avoid human contact. Knows when he's aiming to catch his target when they jump away, and knows when he's aiming high for effect.

He's a stranger to Sanzo, but he doesn't get the gun jammed right in his face. That's a surprise, honestly. Maybe Sanzo's not the cold-blooded asshole he's always assumed him to be!

...Naaah. ]

I know they say it's all about how you use it, but size does matter. And that's one stumpy little thing you've got there.

[ It may say interesting things about the state of his karma that he finds himself shifting his aim in an instant and squeezing the trigger to shoot the cherry off the drunk's cigarette. It's probably good that he doesn't give a shit. ]

Who the hell do you think you are, cockroach-god?

[ Oh for fuck's... Gojyo yelps when the gun goes off (his face, Sanzo's aiming at his face, the bastard, he's gonna diiiie), throwing himself backwards as the tip of his cigarette explodes into a shower of sparks. His ass hits the ground way too hard and he scrambles back a length or two before it registers that Sanzo isn't still firing at him. ]

You fucking sham monk!

[ It's still Sanzo in there, all right. And Sanzo's still an asshole. Some things really don't change! ]

Watch where you point that thing!

A sham, huh? Probably.

[ There's a strange, bitter undertone of something almost like amusement in his voice, but it's too cold. Who knew what he was, really? The robes, the sutra, the knowledge he carried could mean anything when he sure as hell didn't feel it backed up with belief.

Such being the case, you foolish man, who are you and what are you giving up?

It's satisfying to see the drunk on his ass, but it doesn't answer his question. This time, Sanzo's aim is actively tracking his movements. ]

Your name?

[ Can he even die here?

Gojyo's attention shifts from obsessively following the barrel of the gun (a habit of a lifetime, and apparently not one he's going to drop any time soon!) to regarding Sanzo with a kind of bleary speculation. Can he die? He's a god, after all, and Sanzo's just a, a whatsits. A shinki. A servant. ]

Dionysus.

[ It doesn't make sense that he could die. He probably can't die. Sanzo might shoot him (will, points out a slightly more sober part of his brain, Sanzo will shoot him), and it might hurt (will, his brain repeats emphatically), but it won't kill him. He's a god.

Gojyo leans back on his hands, his posture relaxing, tossing his hair back across his shoulders and letting his legs fall to the sides, leering up at Sanzo. ]

God of wine, women... and helping sham monks dislodges the giant sticks up their asses.

[ He can't die. This is amazing! He can do anything! ]

[ For a moment, he's actually struck speechless with indignation. What kind of moron picked right then to decide to make a joke like that?

A god's death strikes him as perfectly possible, if probably difficult to achieve. Injury was doable, too, but then harassing him for no reason doesn't rise to the level of bloodshed. As much as it tempts him, he can't quite justify this. ]

So tell me, Dionysus. [ It's a great effort to grit the words out through clenched teeth. He fires, a bullet biting in the ground entirely too close Gojyo's groin. ]

How does being the god of eunuchs sound?

[ Shiiiiit he can't die he can't die he can always teleport if he needs to... That shot was frighteningly close, but it didn't make contact.

(Of course it didn't, that little voice chimed in again, sounding suspiciously like Hakkai. Sanzo only shoots what threatens him. You aren't threatening.)

It's a good point. He doesn't want to hurt Sanzo (punch him once, sure, but it doesn't mean anything if the asshole doesn't remember why he's getting punched). He just wants... ]

You sure that stumpy piece of yours can handle the big man?

[ His mouth moves without any input from his brain. He's not sure what he wants, really. He licks his lips -- another drink, yes, and maybe a cigarette, okay. Food, eventually. Something salty. And...

...and this, apparently. Sanzo shooting at him and calling him a pervert is familiar, familiar the same way bickering with Goku about who smells worse was familiar, familiar like Hakkai's I know you're lying to me and I will find out the truth sideeye had seen right through him. ]

Holding things is so much better than holdin' nothing, Cherry-chan.

[ Oops. He said that bit out loud, didn't he? Oh well. ]

[ Somehow, he'd really thought that even a god would have more concern about getting shot in the dick. It's an interesting impasse to find himself stuck at, and, worse yet, there's something about this aggravating exchange that has his nerves on edge. His intuition offers no end of mixed messages, and he's not sure why.

His finger eases off the trigger and the steady line of his arm bends as looks away, apparently disengaging. Something about what that asshole had said... ]

Shut the hell up already.

[ He bites those words out because no, no, fuck that. He isn't going to have a single moment of introspection triggered by some asshole drunk that was hitting on him and/or provoking him. He's not sure which. Both? It's stupid and aggravating regardless. ]