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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

[ What he's doing out here isn't entirely under Sanzo's own control. It's a product of a restlessness that he can't shake, some fundamental need to be somewhere else until he found what he was looking for. It doesn't help that he doesn't know what calls to him. He thinks he should, but then no one had consulted him. Given nothing more than a name and a wealth of knowledge, he's willing to live the life that he's given, but there's a crucial piece missing. Though it alone couldn't even begin to complete the puzzle, he's drawn to it.

But how the hell did you find something when you didn't even know what it was?

It's brought him here, out on the streets of the noisy world of the living, and he finds it somehow comforting that no one takes notice of him as they go about their day. Robes half off, hanging around his waist by his sash, he's still something of an unusual figure leaning against a railing that separates busy street from sidewalk. And none of them see him at all, except-

He's lighting a cigarette when he glances over, his eyes suddenly caught by the young man standing there like a fool. ]

Hey. What are you looking at?

[Urk. Caught. Goku blinks, then shakes his head, slipping into an easy grin and taking the bread from his mouth without even taking a bite of it yet. This guy can see him! That must mean he's one of them, right? A shinki, or maybe even a god.

Probably a god. He looks like he'd be a god.]

Oh, sorry! Didn't think you could see me.

[But the guy isn't acting like he's upset or angry, so Goku takes that as a sign that it's okay to get a little closer. Not that they're that far apart anyway, but he'll just go ahead and take a spot against that railing, leaning against it and trying to arrange the bread in his arms. He could smell it from a distance, but as close as he is now, he's getting the distinct smell of cigarette smoke. It's... comforting. Even if it smells weird, it kind of puts him at ease, and he's not really sure why.]

It's just that your hair's different than everyone else's, yanno? Kinda like sunshine!

Is it? [ Kinda light sunshine, huh?

Sanzo snorts, a soft, wry sound. Given the mark branded on his back, maybe that was fitting. This kid doesn't quite fit in with the passersby. Dressed in the same manner, mostly, though with that odd gold diadem on his head. Sanzo's hair might stand out in a crowd of brunettes, but this odd boy drew attention.

Called for it? Who knew? Maybe he was answering, instead.

He takes a long drag off his cigarette, and exhales the smoke slowly. ] Only the living find it difficult to see spirits.

[ And with how intently he had stared, maybe the living wouldn't find it so hard, either. ]

Yup.

[Even with the people passing by, they're going completely ignored. It's like they're invisible. Goku knows he's not, because this guy can see him. Other shinki and gods can see him. Even other people can see him if he tries hard enough. He's not invisible, he's just... hard to see.

As the smoke swirls up into the air, Goku fixes his eyes on it, transfixed. It's quickly dissipating just like a cloud, but he still breathes in deeply, the lingering scent of tobacco and smoke soothing his nerves, like a long-forgotten childhood memory of the smell of summer air. Huh. Weird.]

Yeah, I guess so. [He then glances down at the armful of bread, moving to choose one that's bumpy and looks sort of like a melon, and turns to hand it over with a crinkling of plastic.] Want one?

[ Before he has a chance to think about it, he finds himself reaching out to take it. He does it without a word, only inclining his head slightly as he looks sidelong at him. It's hard to track his own motivations, he's come to find, but it doesn't matter if it's impulse or intuition. There's only one path forward now.

If he knew nothing else, he knew to keep going. ]

What's your name, runt?

[ The wrapper is a noisy distraction from a more philosophical line of thought. Idly, he picks at the sweet crust of the bun. ]