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Jade Harley | gardenGnostic ([personal profile] nukeoleptic) wrote in [community profile] assguardians2013-11-18 08:08 pm
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DECEMBER TEST DRIVE


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!

Reserves are here, and open on November 24th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here,
and they open on December 1st at 12:01AM CST.
OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out to find the city blanketed with snow and in the middle of what seems to be a snowball war organized by the Native children! Be careful on your way to your Welcome House: snowballs are flying, and these groups of giggling kids don't seem to care who gets caught in the crossfire.

Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥
not_sasuke: (Why you little...)

[personal profile] not_sasuke 2013-11-19 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Tch.]

No can do. It's really tight, there's just no avoiding it.
hisstrength: (how quickly the glamour fades)

[personal profile] hisstrength 2013-11-19 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tris was trying very hard not to get hung up on the tail. But that was definitely, undeniably a tail. And it was obviously really another bodypart. And. ... well she'd never seen anything like it. But instead of staring, she focused on her snowball, because if she were to start thinking about how strange one thing was, she probably wouldn be able to stop until her head exploded. So, her response was a little delayed.]

... Yeah. Sure is some welcome here.

[Not said without humor, though. In a way, it was nice to see children having fun - and not just children either.]
hisstrength: (we raise it up; this offering)

[personal profile] hisstrength 2013-11-19 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[So that's how this is going to go. She narrows her eyes at him.]

No, I suppose not.

[And she crouches down and starts forming her own handfuls of snow into something throwable. This may be a threat.]
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[personal profile] crowover 2013-11-19 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Why were some people so difficult? It would be much easier if they just let him have his way. Mikazuki crouched down a bit, clearly ready to jump to action any second.]

Really? And where do you need to be so urgently? I'll walk you there!

not_sasuke: (Are you stupid?)

[personal profile] not_sasuke 2013-11-19 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? That'd be great. Think you could show me where the gods are? I need to have a chat with them.

[All lies. He idly adjusts his wristband, but if Mikazuki is paying attention, he might spot a glint of something metal...]
swimpai: vuvuzela (Aw fuck no)

[personal profile] swimpai 2013-11-19 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
((Ack no she didn't have to drop those!!! Aiichiro is just going to feel guilty now.))

Ah, nono, it's okay! I should have watched where I was going. ((He waves a hand at her dismissively, blood dripping down i--WAIT BLOOD?? He pulls his other hand away from his face and startles when he sees it, too.)) Huh- Ahh, I'm sorry, this is embarrassing!
saving_sound: ([SCREAMS])

[personal profile] saving_sound 2013-11-19 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You're bleeding!

[If anything, her panic only increases.]

P-please hold still, I'll heal you in just a moment, okay-?!

[She's already reaching for his face with absolutely no explanation.]
swimpai: vuvuzela (Aw fuck no)

[personal profile] swimpai 2013-11-19 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh?? Uh, no, it's okay! You don't-- ((he's leaning back so confused, but makes no real effort to stop her.))
saving_sound: (Did I take too much?)

[personal profile] saving_sound 2013-11-19 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She continues to hold her hands out, closing her eyes.]

Please, heal-!

[Her hands give off a faint glow and sure enough, Aiichiro will find that his wound is now healed! ...Even if the blood is still there.]

--Did that do it?
madeforwalking: (my cat is amazing)

[personal profile] madeforwalking 2013-11-19 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( this just makes her look like a squinty bug in need of glasses. Puss knows glasses-wearing bugs okay, it's not a compliment )

You probably expect me to be grateful that you aren't kicking up a fuss about this, but-- hey, hey-! What are you doing there?

( a sane person would follow the example here but Puss. Well, Puss just leans back because this will, naturally, totally save his hide )
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what about dog treats does he have good dog treats

[personal profile] doggedly 2013-11-19 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're never too old for fights. Not when provoked.

[And that goes for snowball fights and otherwise. Maybe he should be a bit more mature, but it's difficult to remember maturity or even a real sense of shame when someone's working on Sirius' temper. And he's got a bit of a temper, which is something to laugh about, later, maybe, but in the moment, it can definitely get him into trouble.

...all right, so maybe this fellow is a bit old for snowball fights, though Sirius couldn't say exactly how old he really is. Generally people fall into about five age ranges (titchy kids, kids, my age, adults, and ancient, and the last two aren't usually complimentary). This stranger is something else; if he were some stupid git with an Inner Eye Sirius might say oooh he's an old soul, but that's idiotic. And there's something weirdly calming about him, even if his movements are a little weird. Like he's standing there thinking for a bit, isn't he, and that's weird.

But there's a dog that trusts him--or at least she's sitting beside him. And that's good enough for Sirius who, having spent a great deal of time as a dog, sets a lot of stock in the opinion of dogs. (Maybe that's where the calming feeling comes from, too, something about dogs and his own doggishness, like this stranger has got a caninepathy that works even when Sirius is entirely himself.) So he dusts his hands off on his jeans, with a faint little grin.]


Lucky guess. Is engaging the locals in snowball fights like a tell-tale sign that I ought to know about, in case I decide I want to blend in? Since I'm apparently stuck here.

[He squints at the stranger a moment longer, then shifts himself off of his wall and drops to his haunches, offering his hand to the dog first, for a good sniff.]

I'll shake your hand in a second, but I'm Sirius Black. Are you one of said locals? Is that how you knew to look for signs of stranger-ness in others? Or are you meant to be the welcome wagon, 'cos if that's the case, you might want to be a bit more cheerful.

Maybe more dogs as well.
infomodder: IF YOU'LL FEAST ON MINE (did you just call me harry potter?)

fish and gluten-free because you can't make people taste like fish

[personal profile] infomodder 2013-11-19 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[The mention of being provoked to fighting has something that might have been trying to be a smile but failed miserably and ended up as this sort of grimace because Will knows about provoking. Being provoked. He knows how it feels to do both of those things, and not all from his experience. Clearly he has a Thing with talk of provoking fights.

He has lots of Things, really.

But when he mentions the dog and reaches out to her, there is no snowball in his hands. There is no snow. There's not even a spoon, there's just Will watching the interaction because he also takes a lot of stock in the opinion of dogs. No, he's not a freelance dog for full moon hire, but he still thinks pretty highly of them. That, and if this guy tries to mess with his dog, he's going to find out all about provoking fights and that muggle dueling isn't just fisticuffs in a bar room, but so much worse.
]

Yeah, I'm a local, I guess you'd say. Haven't been here long. [Watching so carefully, he is. Even when said dog reacts favorably and licks his hand all over if Sirius (he has no room to judge anyone's name ever because Hannibal) lets her, he's still watching. He will disarm and maim the hand that ever dares to hurt any his dogs, that much is obvious.] I'm, uh. In Sigyn. And she's...she's the only one who wanted to come out with me. The dog, I mean, not Sigyn. [Obviously] The rest are cooped up in my room. Under the bed blankets because they think they rule the roost.

[...yeah, no one's buying that.]

It's more like I let them rule the roost, really. It's been cold. Easy to stay warm with a couple of dogs than most anything else that's not a fire. Or a heating pad or something that's made to. Heat things.

[so smooth 15 points to sigyn]
Edited 2013-11-19 19:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] doggedly 2013-11-19 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[First off, does no one have a sense of humor.

Secondly, a levitation charm, that's not fair, and Sirius isn't usually one to whinge about fair and unfair--because it's a matter of wits and he can respect someone that can outwit him (usually) (with a few exceptions) (all right so perhaps more than a few and he's not one to take any exceptions gracefully but the point is he does not whinge about it).

But all of these thoughts have to happen really quickly, because snowballs are incoming and these are snowballs he's done himself and argh, he dodges one but the second and third catch him on the shoulder, hard.]


Hey-- [Is this some sort of magical snow prefect because if so it doesn't matter no one tells Sirius what to do. He brushes snow and ice off of his shoulder, with an air of affront.] Thank you for the advice, I'll file that away. Side-note, you might want to rethink your phrasing, for all that it's excellent advice. I think we should extend it to: let's just keep all balls, icy and otherwise, away from children. Or mentions of children.

[And he squints, suspiciously, as he shoves the last of the snow off of his now damp (very damp) shoulder. This might sound a little like complaining, but it is a valid complaint:] And why'd you get to keep your magic, exactly?
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Clay Kaczmarek | Assassin's Creed

[personal profile] couldfindapen 2013-11-19 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Recycle Bin of the Animus was a hell of a lot weirder than Clay had even expected. Which, considering everything he's seen over the past three months of his "life" was really saying something.

He was shocked he was even aware enough to be here, figured his file size would be too big to involve anything other than an auto-delete. But hey, he wasn't complaining. He was more than happy to be alive for another couple hours, or however long this was going to last. It's nice to have the end, the real end, of his life be doing something stupid and fun instead of just business.

So Clay's going to be as discreet as possible while scooping up a handful of snow and pelting some poor unsuspecting passerby with it. What a quality Assassin this one is.]
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hi snuffles

[personal profile] brainiest 2013-11-19 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hermione is not the one for snowball fights or playing around or - well, anything of that sort, really. She'd prefer to sit with a book and watch, rolling her eyes, as her friends make fools out of one another and act like complete idiots without her watchful eye keeping them in order. She had imagined that most people would be able to respect the fact that she wasn't at all interested in playing their games - having a book in hand might have made that obvious, but apparently not - and, so, she was smacked on the side of the head with a snowball.

She whirls around, hair bristling and expression dark until she catches sight of who the person was. The face is familiar, not just from the fact that she knew him but also from the numerous photos of him, a younger him, that were plastered around his room in Grimmauld Place. Eyes widening, she steps closer and tries not to look as brokenly confused as she is. ]


Sirius?
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Belle French | Once Upon a Time

[personal profile] braverys 2013-11-19 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Belle isn't exactly unfamiliar with waking up in a strange world with little material to go on, but even this is a little... Much for her. Her eyes flicker around as she steps out into the chill of open air, the dress she's wearing hardly enough to keep her warm. There are children playing in the snow and people wandering around, as dull as the welcoming woman indicated, and the new bracelet around her wrist is cool and awkward.

Her first thought is to go and find Rumplestiltskin - that was what she had always done. Waking up lost had always lead to her finding safety with him, but she had no idea where to go to find him. There was no one to guide her here and she was on her own - not an new feeling, of course, but enough that it has her on edge.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she steps out and decides the first thing she should do is try and find some kind of familiar face or store - hopefully that'll lead her to finding... Something. She's so distracted that she doesn't notice the fact that she's about to bump into someone until it's too late. ]


Oh! I'm sorry.
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Joel | The Last of Us

[personal profile] omittance 2013-11-19 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Joel is not happy.

Waking up in unfamiliar territory just means something dangerous to him and he aches, his body on edge as he shakes off the woman 'welcoming' him to wherever the hell he's found himself. There's a bracelet on his wrist, clingy and unfamiliar, a strange weight to counterbalance the broken watch on his other arm. He feels lost and strange without the weight of his pack on his shoulders and a gun in his hand, but he'll make do - he always makes do.

The stupid 'guide' looks like it was written by a kid and he dismisses it instantly.

His first thought is Ellie. If he's woken up here then she must be here too, no way anyone's gonna have been able to break in and take him without dealing with her. If anyone's hurt her there is going to be hell to pay and they'll regret it for the rest of their - very short - lives. He walks out of the building without hesitation, ignoring the snow as the door slams and he heads out into the city - he would be startled by how together it looks, but his mind is concerned with one thing and one thing only. ]


Ellie?!
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[personal profile] unchain 2013-11-19 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth had just stepped out of a shop, blowing into her hands before rubbing them together. her new boots crunched in the snow as she walked. she's never really experienced a snowy day like this so suffice it to say, the girl is pretty damn happy.

but then she hears a voice & the name of one of her friends. Elizabeth turns her head & she sees Joel there, looking anything but happy. he almost reminds her of an angry wolf & she thinks twice before finally approaching the scruffy man.]


E - Excuse me... Are you a friend of Ellie's?
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[personal profile] omittance 2013-11-19 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The voice has him turning ready to do some serious damage - but he falters a little seeing a young woman watching him instead of the grown 'Tourist' type he was used to seeing. Pursing his lips, her crosses his arms and tries to act as polite as he can; he does have manners, they're just... Rusty.

Real rusty.

His concern for Ellie is most prominent, however, and he steps closer and tilts his head with a nod, looking grizzly, voice low and concerned. He's not going to waste time - if this woman can't help him he's going to be gone. ]


Yeah, you could say that. Where is she?
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[personal profile] unchain 2013-11-19 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[the look of being intimidated is completely washed away with one of joy & relief. Elizabeth gasps, hands going to her mouth & then lowers them, folding them as tries to contain all this sudden happiness.]

Oh! Oh, that's so great! Ellie is going to be so happy! [okay Liz, calm down.] Er - sorry, I guess I was acting a little too excited. [there's a faint blush as she pushes some hair behind her ear with a gloved hand, lowering her head sheepishly.]

Ellie is here & she's okay. I could show you to where she lives if you'd like.
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[personal profile] omittance 2013-11-19 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Where she lives -- what? Joel looks confused for a moment before he shakes his head and pushes himself forward. He's not going to question too much, not right now, because this girl has no chance of beating him in a fight - she might if she had a weapon, but - and his main focus is Ellie. In time, when there are less pressing matters at hand, he might refocus on where the hell he is. ]

Just a little - and yeah mind showin' me?

[ It's... Okay, it's real awkward, talking to a nice young lady when the last he remembered was fighting infected and making sure Ellie was safe. It's left him a little off, all things considered. ]

I'd, uh. I'd appreciate it?

[ HE'S NO NOT USED TO BEING POLITE ANYMORE gosh. ]

[personal profile] 2cool4guardian 2013-11-19 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Jack has sense of humor, alright. It just doesn't include hurting the kids.

He laughs when the snowballs hit Sirius, and a little more at his commentary. This guy has potential. His note about the children, though, isn't received so well. Jack raises a eyebrows.]


Thaaaat may be a little hard to do. See, I'm the one taking care of the children, I can't not-mention them. And if they wanna have fun in a snowball fun, they will, just don't hurt them. Hey, I'll even help you to make more of the icy balls if you throw them at the linefacing passerbys instead.

[The last question changes his expression completely. He looks down, sighing, grabbing a snowball and crushing it in his hand.]

I didn't it. These aren't my original powers - telekinesis is what my patron god gave me. [Wanting to blow some frustration, he throws the rest of the balls at a random (adult!) stranger walking down the street. Then he looks at Sirius again, head tilted with curiosity.] You should've gotten something too, didn't listen to the maid?
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[personal profile] unchain 2013-11-19 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[IT'S OKAY JOEL Elizabeth is used to dealing with guys like you.]

Not a problem. [she flashes him a smile & starts to walk, trying oh so hard to keep her composure though there's no fighting that grin spreading now. Ellie is very dear to her, so knowing that someone she knows is here makes her all the more happy.]

Oh! I haven't even introduce myself, I guess I was too caught up in the excitement that I forgot. My name is Elizabeth.
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well hi there cutie

[personal profile] doggedly 2013-11-19 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not that Sirius targets girls, especially cute girls. Because that's incredibly juvenile, right, and he's past that point in his life. That's like tugging on pigtails.

Except you don't really outgrow teasing girls, especially cute girls. Every once and awhile, you can indulge yourself and do a little bit of teasing, throwing snowballs, et cetera--or that's Sirius' motto, anyways, which is why he selected this particular girl as a target. And then you either went from there into a profuse apology--or maybe a story, like a criminal was running just behind her, and even if she doesn't buy it she's likely to be amused--and if she's not amused then Sirius can, nearly always, tease her out of even that--and it's all so very juvenile, yes, but Sirius Black can make it charming, impossibly so--

Except he's sort of stopped in that when this particular cute girl target looks around at him with a wide-eyed expression and calls him by name. That means she knows him and he doesn't know her. He generally likes it, when fit girls know his name. It means good things. But the way she's looking at him--Merlin, maybe he should know her. Has he snogged her before or possibly met her behind the broom shed at some-- no, she doesn't look like that sort of girl. Then again, girls that don't look like 'that sort of girl' are often the very best sort of 'that sort of girl', it was like a whole sexy librarian thing, very nice, but okay he still is sort of unable to place who she is. London, maybe. Does he know her from London? Or the summer they went to the seashore, him and James and Peter and Remus, even, or--

All of this thinking occurs quite quickly, and none of it shows in his face. Instead, Sirius grins, smoothly, wipes his hand on his jeans, and--still trying to place this girl's name (Sophia, Hope, Gladys, eurgh, no, not Gladys, Mindy), he stands, quite casual and self-assured and cool, above all else, because even without magic and with snow in his hair he is still effortlessly cool.]


That's me. [And all right, he's not got anything better to follow that up with, so he's got to say something--] You don't need to look at me like that, y'know, I don't quite know what that expression means, but it's a little unnerving. I haven't punched your brother or something, have I. Snogged... your sister? You? I would, but I think we should do introductions first, and since you know me, you can tell me you, now, you're....

[He snaps his fingers, like he's conjuring her name.]
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[personal profile] omittance 2013-11-19 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ STANDOFFISH PAPABEARS VOICED BY TROY BAKER UNITE--

Anyway, Joel follows her awkwardly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He kind of wants to go and dig up a weapon somehow, if he can, but... There doesn't look like anything's aaround and there are children playing in the streets. It's like the whole world he knew has been turned upside down.

He turns back to the girl when she speaks, lifting a hand to scratch at his chin. ]


Sure. Elizabeth. The name's Joel.

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