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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Clay Kaczmarek | Assassin's Creed

[couldfindapen]

[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.]

Come to me, my beauty :U

[familyissues]

[ The snowball pegs him in the back, splattering over his dark winter coat. Oh hell naw... Dropping, Desmond scoops snow as he runs, flinging one round back in the direction of the first, not really aiming, while he goes for cover behind a hastily made snow fort, ringed with the local kids that shanghaied him into helping in the first place. As we all know, grown-ups make the best slave labor in a snowball war. ]

[couldfindapen]

[Desmond's return fire hits him square on the shoulder, though considering he's a little harder to recognize without the hoodie and Adam Sandler's face, Clay doesn't really know it's Desmond's exactly. All he knows is this means war and those kids cannot save his new sworn enemy.

So he does what any good Assassin would do; flank like a motherfucker and blindly lob snowballs over the cover and try and hit someone that way. Bonus points if he manages to get any snow down the back of Desmond's coat.]

[canmakemore]

[Caterina turns with a glare that, if looks could kill, would have demolished the entire block into a smoldering ruin.]

I trust that was an accident, messere.

[couldfindapen]

[Oh shit, he hit the wrong chick from Forli. You'd think she'd be a little more grateful after he saved her from drowning and all, but hey. The Sforza family wasn't exactly known for their sanity any more than the Borgias were.]

Mi dispiace, it slid right out of my hand before i could stop it. [If he was dying a painful death, Clay really didn't want her to be the cause of it. She kind of scared him.]

[canmakemore]

[She scares a lot of people. She's proud of that.

Caterina folds her arms and raises an eyebrow.]

Va bene. And who are you, with the slippery grip?

[couldfindapen]

Eh- [He cuts it off and it sounds anything but smooth as he shrugs and fights off the instinct to talk before actually thinking about that question.] Name's Clay.

[A beat. Right, he's should probably ask the follow up question, even if he decidedly doesn't need to.] And yourself?

[canmakemore]

Caterina Sforza.

[She replies in a way that suggests it is most distinctly not a pleasure to make his acquaintance.]

Now if you will excuse me, Clay, I have other matters that require my attention.

If I were you, I would practice my grip.

[couldfindapen]

Have a nice day. [He says that so brightly and cheerfully, that he hopes she's just going to walk away before he mumbles the retort he really wants to say under his breath.] See if I ever save you from drowning again...

[canmakemore]

[She hasn't gotten far enough away to miss that. She turns, the look on her face somewhere between curious and wary.]

Mi scusi?

[couldfindapen]

Niente I didn't say anything. At all. [Smooth. Real smooth. And super believable.

Good night, sweet prince. We hardly knew ye.]

[canmakemore]

[She raises her eyebrows.]

Of course not.

[She peers at him, interested.]

Sei italiano?

[sicarius]

[You mean a child, actually. Because the man you just pelted is grabbing some snow and tossing it right back at you, Clay. He's only really seen snow for a short time, and it's really really cold (the children did sort of drag him into the war, though). So, enjoy that snowball headed back at you, you're a stranger but you started this battle, so he's going to finish it.]

[couldfindapen]

[Clay, naturally, looks over in the direction it came from when the snowball hits him in the chest.

He doesn't even know why he's so shocked considering there's probably all kinds of unneeded garbage code from every historical figure he's met around here, but for some reason, seeing Ezio makes his head spin.

Maybe because he never really gets to see Ezio, so this angle is a little weird. Weird enough to stop throwing snowballs and stare. Stare for a very, very long time. Intently, even.]

[sicarius]

[That stare is felt rather quickly, and Ezio stops the snowball fighting, if only momentarily. An eyebrow raises as he looks back at Clay, intrigued at the amount of intense viewing going on.]

Is everything all right, messere?

[Being in Asgard can be very odd- of that he has experience. So little bits of weird instances are pretty common nowadays.]

[couldfindapen]

Sì. I was just seeing things. [Well, it's not exactly a lie. He does tend to do that sort of thing. Hell, he wouldn't exactly be surprised if he was just talking to himself and is currently scaring the children.

Alternately, maybe "Ezio" is some other guy and he's just seeing him as Ezio. That could happen. That could be a thing. He thought Vidic was a Pope once, for fuck's sake.] Might still be seeing things, honestly.

[sicarius]

[That causes Ezio to headtilt a little, especially at the "seeing things" end of the statement.]

Seeing things? Do you need to sit down somewhere?

[couldfindapen]

[Well that headtilt certainly looks Ezio-esque. Doesn't exactly give Clay that much confidence.] Somehow I don't think sitting down is going to help any.

Who are you?

[sicarius]

[Now this is a bit more peculiar. Clay is acting oddly and while Ezio doesn't know him, there is something about him that strikes him as... unique. Something worth taking a note of, despite not having Eagle Vision.]

Ezio. Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

[couldfindapen]

[That's a pretty stilted nod Clay's giving back to Ezio there, yup. And it's going to be a solid 30 seconds before he realizes he should probably say something instead of worry about why the hell younger Ezio is standing in front of him.] Uh-huh. [Brilliant.]

Clay. I'm Clay.