DECEMBER 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! 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! ♥

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[sicarius]

An extra layer?

[There's a chuckle and Ezio looks towards the front of a shop.]

I can do more than that, if you are willing to trust a traveler who wants to buy you a coat.

[It's up to her, of course. He's offering because leaving a woman out in the cold is a big no, but also taking caution himself. After all, the last time he offered to buy a woman clothes it turned out she was an Assassin, and nearly silt his throat after he caught her trying to pickpocket his knives.]

Faize Sheifa Beleth | Star Ocean: The Last Hope | some vague, minor spoilers in brackets

[shadows_edge]

[Initially, Faize couldn't help but be a bit baffled as to why any god would pick him to help restore life anywhere. Not after what he'd nearly done to his own universe. But...then again, perhaps that was exactly why he found himself in this situation. Perhaps this was a chance to redeem himself. And maybe, just maybe, if he succeeded, he would be able to face his companions again.]

Flourish within the city, huh? [He'd read over the letter from the maid several more times as he'd made his way towards the castle exit. In fact, he had it all but memorized by the time he'd pocketed it so that he could open the doors leading outside.] Yes...I can do this.

[He smiles a bit to himself as he takes his first steps out into the city, the tails of his black scarf cloak trailing behind him. He wasn't going to let his mistakes drag him down, doing so accomplishes nothing. He'd seen the consequences of allowing oneself to do just that first hand. Though...admittedly, the snow made it a little hard not to think about his time on Lemuris, nearly a year ago. How things can change in such a short period of time...]

[Unfortunately, he should have been doing a little less reminiscing and a little more paying more attention to his surroundings. Once he's out of the shadow of the castle, he gets beaned with a couple of snowballs. In the back of the head, the chest, and the shoulder all in short succession. Good job there, Faize.]

[He ducks out of the way of the snowball fight, chuckling a little to himself, but he's not quite out of the woods yet. As he wipes the snow off of him, the relatively short space elf Eldarian bumps into someone. But not just any someone, YOU-someone. Backing off, he gives you an apologetic look, a bit of snow from his encounter with the children still clinging to his neon hair.]

Ah! Do forgive me, I'm afraid I wasn't watching where I was going... are you alright?

and Ellie & Elizabeth never knew another moment's peace again

[hedoesntrow]

[He narrows his eyes, searching his memory and the crowd of children near them like he expects Ellie to pop out from behind them.] Can't say I know her. Your daughter?

[The distrust is a fairly mutual thing, though Booker's by now is less "this is an immediate threat" than a lingering habit he doesn't care to break. As long as the man doesn't go for any weapons, they'll get through this just fine.]

they have no idea what they've signed up for

[omittance]

[ Joel frowns a little, scratching his chin and trying not to look as uncomfortable as he is; honestly, he feels a little out of his depth. He's used to fighting to survive, not waking up in a snowy town with no real weaponry and no way to track Ellie.

Still, the idea of her being his daughter makes him purse his lips, a sharp sting in his chest. ]

No, not my daughter. Someone I gotta look out for.

[ ... That's pretty much the jist of it, really. He still remembers when he told her she wasn't his daughter, the sting on her face -- maybe they should have a talk, when he finds her. ]

[omittance]

She's got that damn pun book out again, huh?

[ He crosses his arms as he walks, shaking his head. Damnit, Ellie, those puns were awful... ]

At least she's makin' some friends. Think she needed a few.

Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower | Hornblower (A&E Series)

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

If the world here truly feeds off the feelings of mortals, then Horatio's quick transition from panic, to fascination, to abject dismay, to cold cold cold god it's cold! should have at least made for a satisfying entree.

He sulks, more than stomps out of the building he arrives in, dragging his feet sullenly through the snow behind him. Horatio had traded his winter coat into the pawn shop maybe two days before in order to pay for his lodgings back in London, and beside all the other strange misfortunes that brought him here, he finds himself perhaps the most resentful about this.

He really could have used that coat here...

There's a flash of white, and a burst of cold air chills his cheek as a snowball flies narrowly past him. Horatio jerks away, pivoting on one foot to turn and search for the culprit.

Unfortunately the floor is kind of icy, and the pivot becomes a flail, which finally becomes a thud as he loses his balance, and lands hard on his back in the snow.

[hedoesntrow]

That so, huh? I was in a similar situation when I got here. [Except as it turned out, Booker's someone to look out for actually was his daughter. Who knew? Still, it earns this guy some respect from him. He can understand that fine line between looking after someone and developing actual feelings for them, and the terror of separation.]

Try your bracelet, there's some kinda list. Shows you everyone who's here.

[sicarius]

[Gaining his attention isn't hard, and Ezio pauses when Kidd speaks. Oh, he heard what you muttered, but he'll play ignorant for now.]

Gems? Not here, that I am aware of. [Though he does raise an eyebrow and look at the young man questioningly.] What would you do with gems?

[floridus]

[Faize isn't the only poor soul caught in the midst of this war of snow! Sumia is doing her best to avoid every ball thrown her way, occasionally apologizing when she trips into one of their forts and emitting a sharps squeak every time one hits her. Oh she was going to be soaked by the end of this...

She'd been proud that so far she'd managed to not bump into anyone directly, but it looks like her record has been broken by one space elf. The apologetic look isn't seen either, because she's about to fall over again.] W-watch out!

Tharja | Fire Emblem: Awakening

[letharjac]

Hmph! I didn't need to be given a new power. What I had was fine. Inconvenient even. How am I supposed to practice my hexes now? There's so many people I can practice on.

[She fiddles with the bracelet. At least they gave her something such as this, but it still irritates her to lose her dark magic. What type of sorceress is she if she can't do her magic?]

Why do I even have to fight another stupid war? There's no reason for me to fight this if Robin isn't even here to fight it. I don't want to die because some gods decided to take me against my will. Who fights for people who steals your powers away? If I kept my powers, I can easily hex their enemies. [She continues to grumble a bit as she walks through the city.

Her eyes narrow at the kids throwing snowballs.]Stop that foolishness, or I'll make sure you'll regret it.

[unchain]

[Elizabeth laughs. she admits some of them are terribly cheesy but she likes them.]

I guess you two don't share the same sense of humor?

[wrangledup]

[ Tommy wouldn't be able to miss that weathered face and graying hair in a crowd even if he tried. They're blood, and boy does Tommy remember the way that man would raise his voice while getting in his face, or just before they didn't think before exchanging blows. He hears and recognizes the calling voice almost immediately and heads in its direction.

Upon seeing his brother stomping past one of the alleyways he's taken to using as a shortcut, Tommy jogs after him and cuts around to approach him from the side.

Yep. That's definitely Joel. ]

I'm seein' murder in them eyes of yours, big brother. Probably ain't such a good thing to show here 'round these parts.

he's not risking them getting people sausage again, okay. USE THE TREATS ON THE NIGHT STAND TYVM

[infomodder]

Oh, you know.

[Wait. No. He doesn't know because a) he's never spoken to him before and b) he just asked like he didn't know and c) Will just found him fresh and new like driven snow using snow to enact some sort of juvenile revenge on children. There is no way for him to know unless he's got some mind-reading abilities and even then—

—even if he did Will would have wanted him to ask so it's a moot point.

Will has another Thing, though. It's a big Thing. The Thing is that Will Graham is probably a boring loser to most people. If he didn't have his super special way of seeing murder scenes, what would he be? Working in boatyards and barely making ends meet, which he then would use to feed his dogs. Hell he might have ended up eating dog chow just to keep them happy. But he can't just insert "also I work on murder scenes and I'm really good at it and my former psychiatrist was a cannibalistic serial killer I'd been chasing for years who tortured my boss and fed everyone people and also we kind of adopted this young girl and he said we were her fathers and then he killed her and I threw up all over her ear so I'm not really boring I just sound like I am and I'm okay with people thinking I am really I can handle that over that murderer any day but I'm not boring oh God!!!!"]

Five. Currently. Just five. I had more, but. I tend to ask around in case I found anyone's dog and they were missing them, so it's kind of a revolving door. [Does the dog have a collar? Who gives a shit, not Will Graham! It's getting a bath and a rubdown and fed and then he'll squint at the collar and ask later. Even if they are obviously not dogs (like he knows what a direwolf is), if it is moderately canine, it goes home with Will! He just has so little going for him, really. What a loser.] But, uh, titchy? [He cannot handle this word. Does he mean a little yappy dog that people commonly call rats and dismiss and put in designer handbags and carry everywhere and are stereotyped as shaky and nervous and and and] I don't. I...some are bigger than others. I haven't had anything quite like an Irish Wolfhound, but...I don't choose them. I just pick up strays and let them stay as long as they like.

[Which is forever, obviously.

There is no pound in Asgard, Sirius. There is only Will Graham.]

[samantha_grey]

Heh, it's been a loooot worse, trust me. Dragon could be attacking.

[She caught the look, but the girl wasn't freaking out, so she wouldn't bring it up just yet. she packed and threw on the fly, snickering a little as her hood pulled back, horns very visible.]

[sicarius]

[Considering that there are flying snowballs all over and one's about to pelt her in the back? Not wise at all.

Well, until Ezio steps behind her and takes that little pack of snow instead, raising an eyebrow in the process.]

You should probably pay more attention, piccina.

[twoendings]

[Kirigiri really hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings either. She could usually walk this path and not have a single problem. She was focused on something. Probably texting Alvin or Naegi who knows man.

That's when they collide.]

I'm alright.

[okay Kirigiri you can do it, return the concern. It's okay....it's....okay.]

I didn't step on you did I? [....With the straightest face possible.]

Bran Stark | asoiaf: A Clash of Kings

[brokenwolf]

Get away from me! [He barked at the people walking by him. He wasn't sure why though, seeing how he needed them right now. At the moment, he was completely stuck. Without Hordor or Osha there, he felt stuck. It wasn't like he could get up and move on his own. He had to sit there and watch people walk.

He hated it, but he needed it. But he didn't know these people, and he didn't feel comfortable with them. Not yet anyway. So instead of accepting help from the weird gray people, who were kind enough to carrying him out, he sat there, on the ground, trying to figure out what exactly he was going to do.]

[servesthehuman]

Team Stuffy British, meet Team Stuffy British.

As Hornblower falls to the ground, Owen (who had the sense to scrounge up a coat and a scarf from somewhere) winces slightly as he watches the man land with a thud. Adjusting his glasses slightly, he carefully walks over towards Hornblower and offers him a hand.

"Be careful," he says, with a slight sarcastic tinge in his voice. "The ground is icy."

[hydrophobia]

[She barely gets time to glance up to see who has found her.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing that stirs her feelings or any sort of images. It's an odd feeling to be breathing, it could be described as if a weight has been lifted off of her chest. Gasping after a flush of red hair descends on her, the little girl's first instinct is to cling.

She's clinging to something warm, someone who has obviously taken the time to pick her up. After everything that has happened, she is still a child. Still a very lonely little girl buried underneath the sweltering, hot anger that courses through her.

All she wants is to be seen and heard, much like any other girl. It may seem like a simple gesture, but to this little girl, it's an act of kindness that could open other doors.]

dr. sung | assassin's creed

[meliorator]

[She's used to odd. She could handle odd. Odd was kind of a thing when it comes to the Animus project-- much of her primary work. Not this kind of odd. This was a breadth of odd that breached insane and came out the other side. Dr. Sung would have suspected being over tired. Or possibly just a dream. Tossed the idea right on out the moment it entered her mind. It'd be more understandable if it'd been a reoccurring dream.

Just like she gave up on clicking one of her many pens, half nervous and honestly have peeved. More in favor of trying to close her lab coat around herself more securely. Snow is cold. Cold isn't much of anyone's favorite thing in he humble opinion.] Lovely...

[It could be worse she tells herself. It could be a lot worse. Dr. Sung idly ran a finger over the stone on the bracelet.] Don't suppose you'd be much help, would you?

[Which sounded like a decent question. Until a snowball just about knocks the good doctor right off her feet.]

except slightly cuter. kind of!

[hydrophobia]

[Out of her black eyes and through her dark hair, she barely glimpses up at him. His voice presence is like an echo, distant to her. It takes a moment to register what has happened, but suddenly, there's more warmth surrounding her. In a slight small ounce of desperation and wordlessly, the little girl steps forward closer to him. All she could ever ask for is the simplest of interactions.

Frighten? No, not at all. When she peers out of her hair, up to him, there's a dead-like quality to her black eyes, though still wide and hopeful like any other girl her age. She has a round face and yet it seems drained of color and emotion.]

I'm... not.

[She speaks in a whisper, as if she hasn't spoken in years. Which is partially true. There's the fact it has been a few years for her.

In a physical body.]

Yuiko Hawatari | Loveless

[made_4_ritsuka]

[Most children might be making snow balls and carrying on an all out war, but Yuiko is instead making a snowman. She doesn't really mind the cold much, having borrowed a pair of gloves and a scarf shortly after she arrived in the circle.

Honestly she had no clue what was going on but everyone was being really nice and they had said that they needed her help too. So to brighten everything up she's attempting to roll up a big enough pile to serve as a base for her snowy friend.]

[samantha_grey]

[Oh god, she was horrendously uncomfortable with the sensation of the girl clinging to her. She'd partially dealt with her monstrous nature, but she was never comfortable like this. And yet, there she was, a mixture of blazing hot anger, rage at mistreatment and horror mixed with desperation and the wish to simply be noticed and cared for.

All she knew was that she needed to get her into the house. Once past the doors of Hel House, odds were good that it was indeed the house Samara belonged in. After all, it was tied to death. It was, at the least, much warmer, though the strange red-headed and horned woman was like a blazing furnace compared to the outside world.]

Soubi Agatsuma | Loveless

[notquitebeloved]

[He felt like he walked in a daze. Too much information all at once, each snipet demanding his attention. Soubi hardly notices the cold, the snow, or the snowballs that sail towards him. Just enough to dodge most of them. Harmless playing children.]

[And he still feels all alone. He can't feel Seimei, though that's nothing new since his Sacrifice's 'death'. That severing of ties. He may as well be dead himself, for what he's done to Ritsuka.]

['Just be happy'. The 'gods' had a lot of work and memories to erase before he can be happy. Content...maybe. He doesn't know. But he'll play along. A well-aimed snowball nearly catches him before he reaches up with a smile to catch it, making more of an effort to push past the wall of emptiness so he can appear 'normal'.]

[At least he still has his warm jacket and scarf in this weather.]

That was a good throw.

[And tosses the snowball back at the child who'd thrown it. Just to try.]

[hydrophobia]

[She finally only managed to get a glimpse of her horns. Outside of a little blink from her, she didn't react that much. And just like a wet cat, she was clinging. She may be a child with no real sense of expression, but she just loves to be carried away and cared for.

She never got it in her life.

This, at least meant that someone had stopped to help her. And wild thoughts were circulating in her head. Did this mean they were friends now? Of course it did. This is what friends do, thought the little girl, because she had seen it on her own television set in the barn many, many times. She lets out a satisfied little huff.]