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September & October Test Drive
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.
Owen Harper | Torchwood
[The video feed is on portrait mode. Owen has the device angled in such a way that it looks unflattering from flared nostrils and age lines he doesn’t realize he has. But the expression on his face is cautious, a bead of sweat coming down from his brow. His breaths a much shorter for someone who is walking down an innocent Hedge Maze over in the Western District.]
Right then, let's talk about mazes. Personally speaking? Can’t stand them. What good are they other than to ultimately drive you bonkers?
But I suppose you can say: mazes are a metaphor for the grand journey that is--
[There is nothing audible coming from the background, but there is something (or someone) that makes him stop dead in his tracks.] ...life. Do you hear that?
II.) Action | Furman’s Bar
Owen was out of his element, both mentally and metaphysically speaking. Even with the familiar clinks of glass pints and kitchenware tapping against various surfaces, it feels like there is a hefty weight at the pit of his stomach that makes him disoriented. The melting ice in his glass of whiskey is watering down his drink. This drink isn’t going to go down so easy.
For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he looked decent enough. He pulled in closer towards the collar of his lavender shirt to make sure he didn’t stink. For a moment, he had to tone down the visible down on his face because he smelled like a regular bloke with good hygiene. The utter normalcy of the moment is driving Owen mad.
Ultimately, he bites the bullet and takes a swig of his drink, and it’s finished in two or three gulps. He sets the whiskey glass on the edge of the bar. But before Owen realizes his error in judgment, it tips over and shatters all over the floor.
“Shit!” he mutters under his breath, bending down to retrieve the shattered pieces of glass.
I (Apologies for the delay! I hadn't been checking this. |D)
[Have a nonchalant-looking twenty-year-old, Owen!]
Are you armed, though? Just in case?
... I could head your way too, if you want.
Lio Fotia | Promare
The blond grits his teeth as if responding to an internal dialogue and then stomps his foot hard, igniting the little snapped twig. It burns with a neon pink glow before fizzling out]
THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING OUT HERE. Just dirt and heat and...
[He opens his palm, the same type of neon pink fire aglow in his hand now. His expression is tight but there's some sad distress in his eyes alongside his anger.]
No one. No other Burnish. It's just me...
[he closes his hand into a tight fist and walks a little further with smoldering frustration. He sees the dying husk of an old building. he gives a grin and then lobs a fireball towards it, setting the whole place ablaze in seconds.]
Okay, I feel a little better.
[Action, if that appeals? ^^]
He lands a fair distance away from the building.]
Is flame your only passtime? If you are interested in competition I am sure I could acquiesce.
(sure!)
[Lio jumps back a bit, his rose eyes going wide as he sees a living dragon land and address him. He stands up straight. The leader of Mad Burnish wasn't going to be scared off by something like this.]
You can say that it's my primary interest. Burning is living, after all. Is it the same for you?
[He can feel the Promare within him practically ignite itself with the premise of competition. And he's glad to indulge it as well.]
... Now I'm wondering what a character from Worm with a shard would do here. >)
Not precisely in the same way it is for you, I can imagine, but I have been capable of it my entire life.
[He snorts a little smoke, for emphasis.]
I know a location not far from this, where there are even more buildings suitable for destruction.
[And somehow hadn't been destroyed while he'd been under Hekket's influence, ironically enough.]
bwahaha
Very well. I'm not familiar with this place so lead the way.
[He's found that even though he can't turn into his dragon form here, he's still capable of keeping up]
... Probably couldn't app an Entity, though. They don't exactly have much character.
He does not go far up, or fast, but the not-so-subtle show of power is deliberate all the same.
It'll be about five minutes, under those limitations, before they find an appropriate place to start in earnest. Once there, Tiamaris wastes no time in asking:]
We should start with introductions, then rules.
[Maybe even in that order.]
If this is to be a competition...