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The Wake Mods ([personal profile] thewakemods) wrote in [community profile] gotosleep_idiot2018-11-02 02:01 am
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November & December Test Drive Meme



It's that time again!

→ Comment with a new character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. (put character/canon in subject line pls!)
→ You don't have to be in the game to comment! HI NEW PEOPLE LET US ENABLE YOU.
→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
→ ???
→ PROFIT!

**NOTICE** - For new series and recent updates/occurrences to existing ones, please mark as SPOILERS if you must refer to such, but please use your own discretion in general.
pie_ladin: (never leave the past behind)

Ral O'Dailigh | OC

[personal profile] pie_ladin 2018-11-03 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
One minute, he'd been nodding off pricing a carton of incense cones: the price of a long night spent around the table behind his GM screen. The next, he blinked, jerked himself awake, and found himself standing outside what looked like some sort of gate.

Ral rubbed at his eyes and glanced around, deciding his subconscious had really done a number on him, this time.

"June's gonna kill me if she comes in and finds me asleep." He tried to pull himself awake, as he was sometimes able to do, but when nothing worked, his eyes narrowed in concern. He stretched one arm out, holding it paralell to the ground, fingertips spread wide, and his frown deepened as he felt ... nothing at all, save a slight breeze. "Fark."

He took a deep breath, held it. Looked inward.

Hey. Are you in there? I could use some of that insight of yours, abuse aside.

The Cat, for once, gave him no answer. He turned around, tried to push at the Gate, and found only resistance, like so many others befire him.

"What the hell...?"

He stepped away from the gate, further into the street, and knelt down, pressing his hand to the ground, his trenchcoat pooling around his ankles, shaggy layers of auburn hair falling in his face. As if waiting for something ... or feeling for it.
wisdominshadows: Manga: Side Profile (thirty one)

[personal profile] wisdominshadows 2018-11-05 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Zelda frowned slightly as she watched the man on the ground. Such sights were hardly unprecedented, let along the most unusual thing she'd seen in Nautilus, but he did seem to be remaining there for an awfully long time.

After a bit of consideration, she stepped forward. "Hello? Are you in need of any assistance?"
pie_ladin: (for the devil in me)

[personal profile] pie_ladin 2018-11-06 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe."

He looks up at her, and blinks in surprise. She looks an awful lot like one of the characters from Ciliandis, one of his favorite animes/video games, and for a second he wonders if he's still asleep.

"This might sound a little crazy -" He thinks it's possible Janus might wring his neck if he says too much, but ley lines are common knowledge, so. " - but I can't feel the magic. It should be there."
wisdominshadows: HW: hands to her heart (twelve)

[personal profile] wisdominshadows 2018-11-07 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
“Ah,” Zelda says, and nods in sympathy.

“That’s quite common here among newcomers. Magic native to other worlds never works here, so far as I recall. It leaves many of us who wield it feeling...adrift, let us say.”
borntolove: (Hands)

Re: Ral O'Dailigh | OC

[personal profile] borntolove 2018-11-05 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
There's another man in the distant with a long open trench coat as well and seeming to run over at the other, offering his hand, "Who's Fark?"
pie_ladin: (here's to drinks in the dark)

[personal profile] pie_ladin 2018-11-06 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh. Not really who, more ... what?" He shoots the other man with his wonderful fashion sense a sheepish grin. "S'what I say instead'a swearin'."

He takes the offered hand, since he's still not feeling any energy leaking up through the earth, and gets to his feet.

"Ral O'Dailigh. Thanks fer th' hand."