MONTHLY TEST-DRIVE!

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping this round? PUT THEM HERE! • Threads here can count as your third person sample! • Comment with your character's name and canon! • This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :) • Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you! • OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they may realize that Asgard is, for the moment, completely overrun with furry animals! The city's natives are busy trying to herd cats and dogs out of the streets, the park is thronged with friendly and curious rabbits, and a small army of capybaras seems to have started a parade around the castle. Something is going on -- the natives seem exasperated as anything. Help them out? Adopt a ferret? Try to wade through goats to make it to your welcome house? At least they're non-aggressive.. for now! Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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Cesare Borgia | The Borgias

[autcaesar]

[ Cesare's steps are slow, but not purposeful as he roams around the city. The sight of the animals running around is not the strangest thing in the world to him - where he's from animals, though fewer in number than these, are quite common where he's from. Some of them, the capybara for one, are unfamiliar to him, but either way Cesare is paying them little attention. Whether animals roam the streets here or not is none of his concern. He has other things to worry about. ]

From one holy city to another, it seems.

[ There's the slightest hint of amusement in his voice, though his expression is utterly serious.

Cesare would be a hard man to miss, dressed as he is in his cardinal's robes. The robes are bright red, long and flowing behind him as he walks, and they cause him to stick out like a sore thumb. He'll be glad to be rid of them, if nothing else. They are a burden he cares little for and if he can't find a way home, he'll at least find a way into better clothes. ]

Re: Cesare Borgia | The Borgias

[artifacetious]

[ How do you feel about getting hit in the head with a guinea pig? Because it just happened. If Cesare looks in the direction it came from, there's a sheepish redheaded girl waving. ]

Whoops?

[autcaesar]

[ He doesn't feel good about it, that's for sure. Cesare is quick to turn around when the animal hits him and he glares at her for a brief moment before looking down to see what it is that hit him. The guinea pig scrambles away slowly, possibly injured from the fall, but not dead. He looks back up at her with an expression of mixed annoyance and confusion. ]

I assume you have a good reason as to why you threw that at me.

[ He crosses his arms over his chest, clearly not amused. ]

[artifacetious]

It was more like an accidental flinging... he was on my sleeve and I sort of [ she mimes flailing, trying to get a small creature to let go of her ] did that. Really, sorry.

[autcaesar]

You should take care to not allow animals to attach themselves to your sleeve in the future. [ The confusion that was in his expression before is gone now, but the annoyance remains. ] I would not wish for a repeat of this.

This should be interesting, vampire vs cardinal...

[iamaplague]

[Mitchell is walking this new city, looking curiously at his surroundings. He wonders if being away from the other vampires will help him to finally wean himself off blood. But that remains to be seen.

As he turns around a corner, he almost bumps into a man, distracted as he is. But even without touching him, he feels pain.]

Whoa, who are you?

[autcaesar]

[ Cesare moves out of the way to help avoid a collision. He sighs, slightly annoyed, opens his mouth to give a less than halfhearted apology so that he might be on his way, but the words don't leave his mouth before this man speaks. ]

Cesare Borgia. And you are...

[ He reciprocates he question more out of habit than interest. Finding a way home or at least finding answers are more of a priority for him than small talk and niceties. He deliberately leaves out his title of cardinal. It's a title he cares little for and he would drop it in a heartbeat if given the chance. ]

[iamaplague]

[Well, Mitchell would have rather not bump into him either. Cesare doesn't need to give out his title for Mitchell to know he is related to religion.]

John Mitchell... You are a priest...

[autcaesar]

[ One would hope he could tell Cesare is related to religion if for no other reason than the cross hanging around his neck. But regardless, Mitchell can tell and Cesare is curious as to why that is so important that it's the only thing he says. ]

I am a Cardinal, yes. What of it?

[ He speaks with a quirked eyebrow, the slightest hint of snark mixed with thin curiosity in his voice. ]

[iamaplague]

[That stupid cross hanging around his neck is totally causing Mitchell a lot of pain. If he could touch it, he would rip it off his neck and destroy it.]

Do not come any closer... [His eyes are dark and his voice threathening.]

[autcaesar]

[ Cesare has wanted to remove this cross from around his neck from the moment he entered the priesthood, but that has never been an option for him. Not while Juan still lived and had command of the papal armies. ]

I had no intention of doing so. [ The tone and dark look put him on edge, though he's not exactly frightened. ] Does my occupation offend you?

[iamaplague]

[Please do so, Cesare. Mitchell encourages you to do it.]

Good... Your occupation does offend me, in a manner of speaking. [It weakens him, in fact.]

[autcaesar]

[ Cesare lets out a derisive snort, his lips form an expression somewhere between a smirk and a grimace. ]

Then allow me to take my leave, and I will offend you no longer. [ He makes a move to leave now, unless Mitchell happens to do something to stop him. ]

[iamaplague]

[He shrugs.]

Suit yourself. [Mitchell makes no move to stop the priest. The less he sees of his kind, the better for the vampire.]