MARCH APP ROUND TEST DRIVE MEME

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping next 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 February 23rd at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on March 2nd 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 into the city to find aromatic flowers sprouting pretty much everywhere. Vines twist up the sides of buildings and creep across the streets, topped with enormous and colorful blossoms. Careful not to trip! 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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Fenris | Dragon Age II | OTA

[restandbegrateful]

(( Fenris is being taken from a post-game canonpoint, and has seen events up to and following the epilogue of Dragon Age: Asunder. ))

[ His bare feet sidestep over the vines, his thin-lipped mouth twisting. This reminds him too much of the Fade, in a way that puts a sour taste in his mouth and makes all the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, along his arms, rise to stand at soldier-stiff attention.

He refuses to go where he's been instructed to find lodgings, avoids the grey people-- demons, his mind hisses-- but he plays along a little, trusting nothing, following the unfamiliar roads and paths, hunting for something recognizable: a face, a place, anything to help him get his bearings.

Time goes on. And on, with the dark falling slowly, all the streetlamps beginning to flicker on. His steps slow when he passes a lone smoker outside of what sounds like a tavern.]

You look like hell, [ admits the stranger, offering an unlit cigarette in a companionable manner that recalls Isabella to him. The sour taste in his mouth goes downright bitter, and he makes an impatient, negative gesture. ]

I'm looking for someone.

[ Fenris lifts his gauntleted hand, indicating a level near his shoulder. ]

A woman, this tall. Short, dark hair. Human...

[ The door beside them opens, and his sharp eyes flick to assess the new figures as they walk from the light within to the dark without. ]

BODILY SLAMS INTO YOU

[espouses]

"It sounds like you're looking for someone very charming," There's a voice behind him and, all of a sudden, Fenris has a very familiar arm slung over his shoulder, Hawke draping herself over him as she grins. She might look a little different from the one she knows, she thinks to herself, but surely they're all the same... Things had been a little strange with Anders at first, however, so it's always better to be safe.

She moves, hoping to urge the strangers away as she beams, more than glad to see one of her dearest friends here -- even if the reason he's here probably isn't going to sit well with him at all. She isn't looking forward to that part whatsoever.

"I don't suppose you were looking for me, were you, Fenris?"

garrus vakarian | mass effect

[centurian]

[ So, there were a bunch of things wrong here. The first thing was that one minute, he was fighting for his life, trying to get a harvester away from General Victus and his men, and the next minute, he was in a strange room with a faceless human (which is pretty strange since Garrus is pretty sure humans normally have faces) trying to explain what was going on.

He really wasn't sure that he bought it (and he definitely wasn't ruling out the chance he might be indoctrinated, hey, expect the worst, and be pleasantly surprised when it doesn't happen), but stranger things have happened. He's not exactly one to resign himself to whatever fate's supposed to be in store for him, but the sad fact remained that even with the lady's explanations, he still couldn't quite work out what the hell was going on. So, really, all he can do at this point is wander around aimlessly, not quite sure if flowers on this planet are supposed to grow at that rate.

He sighs. ]

You know, just once I'd like surprise on my side.

[espouses]

But wouldn't that ruin all the fun?

[ Hawke is watching him, almost amused. She was in his position not too long ago, however, and it seems a little crude to be cruel. So, instead, she walks over and - well. Not Qunari, but not any other race she's ever seen in her life either. ]

Are you a demon?

geoffrey tennant | slings & arrows.

[cheeruphamlet]

A man in a trench coat is walking the streets, talking to himself. You know, like every other day in Asgard. This one is cradling his head, hunched slightly forward, massaging his temples. He's grimacing. He seems a little... unkempt.

He seems to be imitating a calm woman's voice, similar to that of a doctor, or a... psychiatrist. "Oh, Geoffrey, you were doing so well," and now, his normal voice, "why did you had to hallucinate," he is now shouting, "yourself into a fucking comic book? What's next? Marlowe?" Oh, the horror. "Oh, God. What if we all start singing? I can't dance." He stops walking, looks down at himself, and begins to laugh. The laughter may be... slightly manic.

Geoffrey Tennant knows whose fault this is. He climbs atop the nearest flat surface-- this time, it seems to be a fountain-- and shouts, "Oliver!"

Slings and Arrows as I live and breathe.

[becauseichooseto]

Irving catches the tail end of that and gives the newcomer a curious look: eyebrow raised and a suppressed amused expression. "If that's supposed to be your audition piece, I'm afraid it could use some work."

John Gilbert | The Vampire Diaries

[dutybred]

A blonde man who-- unknown to him-- already bore a face that many would recognize stood out of the way of all those choosing to wander the city. John's still processing, his hand fiddling with the bracelet he was given. Out of all the things to happen to him when the spell took effect, this was not one of them.

So this was Asgard...? Did him being here mean he was now an Einherjar. That much he could make sense of, at least. He was a Gilbert; naturally he would be chosen by the Valkyrie to be one of their warriors.

But what did this mean for the spell? Did everything still go well? Was Elena all right? These were things he needed to know, though he doubted he would find any answers.

[somanyadjectives]

So the last time Stefan saw John Gilbert, he was shoving vampire blood down his throat and telling him to get out of town or he'd turn him into a vampire. He might understand why the man never wants to see him again.

He's totally going to bother him anyway because he's a jerk.

Wandering down to where he spotted the man, looking him over for a moment before he actually manages to speak. "Looks like those fingers healed nicely." Stefan stop being a smarmy you're not a vampire anymore.

alexis castle | castle | i was bullied cries

[emoliri]

[ The vines were an unexpected sight as Alexis left the castle. The flowers were beautiful, and she even stopped to smell a few as she walked, hands touching at all the different types and varieties - some that she'd never seen before.

She'd asked so many questions to the woman that had greeted her and all of the answers that had been given had sounded like something that her dad would love, or love to make up. She'd even asked if he'd been the one behind this, if it had been some elaborate thing to surprise her with but that question had gone unanswered - a repeat about the gods in it's place instead.

Alexis's original thoughts had been to find either a phone or the police, but the flowers had sidetracked her - at least for a couple of minutes. You really couldn't help but admire such a beautiful sight. A couple of minutes wouldn't change anything, and at least she was on her way ]

/not a bully

[writeswrongs]

[No, this is not a figment of Castle's imagination, but he does rather like this place. It's not New York City, but if he has to be stuck somewhere, at least it's some place nice. And at least Kate is here with him.

And now, based on the curtain of red hair he sees before him, his daughter is too.]

Alexis?

[Castle has to be sure. He's been fooled by other redheads before.]

Bianca di Angelo | Percy Jackson & the Olympians

[angelicbow]

Slipping into the shadows was an easy thing for a daughter of Hades. Even if at the moment she was being claimed by another, unfamiliar god. True she was surprised at first to not find herself reborn as she requested, but now there were other concerns.

She longed for her bow, or even a bronze knife. Her eyes were thoughtful as they scanned the crowd. She wasn't sure what she was looking for yet, but her brief time as a Hunter taught her to evaluate the situation before proceeding.

aahhhhh i hope action brackets are ok

[truesight]

[ Rachel knows she doesn't have her Oracle powers here, there's nothing about this world that connects her to her old one, not really. but somehow she just knows, there's a particular itch that comes with knowing you have to keep an eye out today, to be expecting something. or someone. when she first spots Bianca, she doesn't know her, not exactly. like a lot of things in her life before Asgard, she knows she's seen her before, even if she hasn't met her. it takes her a little while to match the face with a name, but eventually it crops up, makes her stomach sink a bit because oh, she knows her. Nico's sister. who- used to be here, but now he wasn't. and her heart kind of aches at the thought, but. right. not the time. the demigod looks confused, and she has every right to be.

but she approaches her confidently, not quite smiling at her, but there's a lightness about her ]

Hello, Bianca di Angelo. [ a bit formal, but that's how she do. ] We haven't met before, but my name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, I'm the Oracle of Delphi. I'm from Camp Half-Blood.

[ please let that be enough, for now, to get her to talk to her. if she's anything like Nico, she knows it's going to be tough to get her to trust her at all. but she'll try! ]

Kay Eaton | Star Trek: Deep Space 9

[nearbeyondthemoon]

Yeah, so there are flowers everywhere. Great.

More importantly, there are magical powers to consider, and Kay can't figure out whether this is some kind of cosmic joke or what.

The bracelet, with its plum-coloured stone, is fine, at least. While she prefers gold to silver, it's nice-looking, and its functions are just about beyond belief. Sending messages through a screen that bursts out of some innocuous-looking jewelry? She's pretty sure everyone at Incredible Tales has written that at some point or other.

What's less fine is the fact that she's ended up in a house for people who care about artistry, and she's been given a talent related to a skill she just plain doesn't have. This is the kind of situation she's dreamed about since she was a kid--because let's face it, Kay's heart belongs first and foremost to fantasy, however fun sci-fi gadgets can be--and now that she's in it, they expect her to draw? Where's the "type up a description on your Smith-Corona and it becomes real" option? Really.

So she's sitting on a bench, trying her best to doodle something halfway recognizable. It's not going so hot; she almost misses Roy, and that's saying something. There's a pile of misshapen little figurines next to her: stick figures, lumpen dogs, swords with fancy hilts.

"Argh," she mutters, scribbling out the lamp she was just working on, then groans when she ends up with a figurine that's half furniture, half scrawl. Kay tips her head back, closing her eyes, and tosses the damned thing into the street. Did she hit you? Sorry, but at the moment, she doesn't really care.

Oh, this is interesting.

[becauseichooseto]

"Something the matter?" Irving asks, a mixture of amusement and sympathy in tone and expression.

veronica mars | veronica mars

[sleuthy]

[ Waking up somewhere with no memory of the journey there is terrifying for too many reasons to recount. It's breathless — your heart stops as your mind struggles to fill in every blank, as various scenarios (some familiar in the worst way) flood your thoughts. It's the kind of panic that paralyzes.

Still, this girl here is Veronica Mars. People might call her marshmallow, but if she can help it — given the wide array of sweet treat options available — she'll be the toughest goddamn cookie in the bakery. Channeling her fear and adrenaline into something productive, she bolts. Let the case of the Asguardian Occupancy begin. ]

[ Eventually, after doing some solo reconnaissance, she approaches someone. Her hesitancy is perfectly masked by her sardonic tone and mock curious expression. ]

So, if I said I found the excessive flora creepy in an Pleasantville-esque overkill kind of way, how jaded would I seem?

/BREATHES ON

[writeswrongs]

[Castle glances up as the young lady talks to him, the smirk on his face growing as her tone becomes ever more sarcastic.]

Not really. It's a bit much, even for Asgard. It smells like a Perfumania out here.

[He's sitting on a bench, notebook and pen in his lap, trying to get some inspiration for a new novel but nothing is coming. And Castle has to admit that the smell of the flowers is reaching distracting proportions now that she's pointed it out.]

Ruby Lucas | OUAT

[wariwulf]

There are a lot of things Ruby didn't like about this situation. The main one was how blind and deaf she felt, how her nose could no longer detect the faintest odors in the air. The wolf in her was suppressed and she didn't like it. She was still adjusting to being without her abilities and probably moved a little strangely as she weaved her way through the crowd.

She didn't know where exactly she was going yet, only that she wanted to keep moving.

YESSSSS!

[ex_galvanist88]

Coming off a shift on the hospital, all Whale wanted to do right now was go home and sleep. But that was before he spotted a very familiar face wandering through the crowds. Almost instantly Whale made a beeline towards Ruby, his spirits rising as he approaches her.

"Ruby! Hey, Ruby, over here!"

Ellis | Left4Dead

[bullshifter]

Hey! Hey, you freaky son-of-a-bitch, this is not somethin' I'm in to--

[ There's a young guy, in his mid twenties at latest, ass on the sidewalk and feet tangled in a mess of vines. He seems relatively normal if one disregards the fact that his clothes are spattered in blood and that one of the sleeves of his t-shirt has holes that seem likely to have been caused by some sort of acid. ]

So if you'd do me a favor and let me go--!

[ Yelling, but through the Southern drawl, he seems to be exasperated far more than legitimately angry. ]

[chosenlikebuffy]

Woah, dude, are you okay? [ sam runs up to him and tries to help him untangle the vines. wtf asgard srsly. ]

Maybe if you just stop--squirming I could help you.

melissa mccall l adolescent puppy

[mccallmeback]

Melissa McCall deals with a lot on a daily basis, especially after the discovery she makes regarding her son. Just when you think she could break, she bends instead. Through the kidnappings, the threats, sacrifices... You name it, she's weather the storm. But, this is a new one. A very new one because usually when she's kidnapped (which, sure, it happened once) she doesn't get a piece of jewelry or a nice handwritten note.

Nor is she allowed to wander free.

It's good not to have her hands and legs bound to a wooden post in a root cellar but at least then she had a little bit more to go on. Here, she's suddenly in another city - a city that needs color.

And there's a war being fought?

Guess what, Asgard, there's a war being fought in Beacon Hills. Werewolves vs. whatever is opposing the werewolves. And she is squarely on Team Werewolf. Also, Team Scott but that's automatic and it will never once change. Speaking of, if you see her wandering around calling out her son's name (Scott McCall) do help put her in the right direction. Because where he goes, so goes her nation.

And something tells her she's not the only one involved.

[mccallmemaybe]

Melissa McCall, you are the smartest woman for calling out your son's name because it means Scott finds you a lot quicker than he would find you if you'd been silently wandering around.

Scott thinks he's imagining his name being called at first. It's not like he doesn't miss his mom and imagine her voice in his head sometimes, calling him a dumbass or telling him what to do. But he keeps hearing his name repeated, echoing - Scott! Scott! Scott!

It can't be happening in his own head. His mom's here, he can feel it...

And then he turns to see her standing in Asgard in her green scrubs and Scott looks at her like he's been given the best present in the world because that's his mom.

"Mom!"

kira yukimura - pubescent lycanthropes

[konkon]

[ Well this was interesting. She was still having trouble wrapping her head around it all, and she was wondering if it was an elaborate joke—but that was doubtful.

She steps out into the world, and pauses, eyes wide. ] Whoa....


[ Okay, this was kinda cool. Norse Gods? Saving the world? Fire powers?! Maybe her childhood dream of becoming Sailor Moon really was coming true. ]

[freezerburned]

-hey!

[Isaac doesn't see Kira until he almost crashes into her- and upon second glance, it's obvious as to why. He's currently carrying a large animal cage of some sort that he can barely see around. Something inside gives a frightened squeak at the jarring start, and after some arranging, Isaac manages to peek out to the side.]

Be careful. I almost dropped it. [Not like he was the one running into people or anything...]

Emily Madsen | Original Character

[excubia]

[The disconnect between her and her abilities are the first thing that Madsen notices after she's awaken and shunted out of the castle. Once she's outside the gates, she's crossing her arms, gold eyes narrowed. Just when she's starting to get used to the augmentations, she's ripped away from everything.

She lets out a sigh, relaxing slightly. No point in standing around. One hand drops to rest on the top of one of the swords sheathed at her hip, the other running through her bangs. She starts to walk, taking in her surroundings while she mutters to herself:]

One hell of a detour...

[mulletrock]

[Dean'd have to be pretty off his game to not notice the chick brandishing a sword looking like she was debating on using it. A guy without his experience would probably steer clear and head in the other direction. Him, not so much.]

Hey.

[Dean's got the cup of Joe he purchased earlier raised up in front of his mouth while he tests the waters. Eventually he shrugs off his initial concern and takes a sip.]

I take it you're another one of the new recruits. Need any tips or did the spiel in the castle give you enough to go off of.

Narcissa Malfoy | Harry Potter | Book 7, after the Lie That Saved The World, TYVM

[silkandmirrors]

[Thankfully, Narcissa's cloak has inner pockets, or she'd be carrying her maps around like a banner advertising her newness. She'd rather not do so, and as the afternoon becomes evening, she's also glad of her cloak in general, since warming charms are now apparently outside the realms of possibility.

And isn't that horrific. Oh, yes, unexplained godly powers are all well and good, but at the expense of an integral part of her very being? Unacceptable.

She has her wand out all the same; even if she can't use it, the wood is familiar in her hand, a quiet comfort. Ripped away from an already stressful situation, Narcissa is unwilling to let go of anything from home while she searches for something - anything - that will provide a clue to getting home.

Not quite as tidy as she'd like to be (war is messy), she still steps with elegance over the many vines littering the paths.]

...it looks perfectly colourful to me. This is ridiculous.

[nukeoleptic]

It hasn't always been.

[ Jade hadn't meant to butt in, honestly; she's busy, if the large German Shepard straining at the end of the leash in her hand is any indication. He wants to go, to move, to investigate every single flower in the city, but she recognizes Narcissa from the summer before, or at least she's almost absolutely sure that she does. Older, certainly, but still, she was almost sure-

Draco's mom. That has to be her, right? And not just a similar face from another world - how many people carried wands like that? ]

Umm... we've done a lot to help this world, I mean. But we've still got a lot to do. [ She's trying to rein the dog back; he seems more interested in trying to sniff at Narcissa's shoes. ]

tywin lannister | asoiaf

[tywinning]

[Tywin walks through the city like he has places to go and appointments to keep. Nothing about his appearance belies his discomfort at being brought into unknown territory without preparation. His countenance keeps those who are weaker-willed from approaching him, and he intends it that way. If no one stops him, he will keep walking -- eyes straight ahead and feet crushing the thinner vines on the ground as he heads swiftly to whatever place will give him answers.]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbhtL-zbzew

[truegood]

[ Well, this isn't exactly who he wanted to see. Actually, there were very people Renly would have liked to see less, all things considered, but he can't help himself; he's always been a little too foolhardy for his own good and, well, he's dead. It's not as though any more trouble could come his way, is it?

So, using his mind, Renly lifts a tiny rock and sends it hitting the back of Tywin's neck. ]

My Lord Lannister, what a surprise to see you here.

[sorryitasedyou]

[One minute Darcy was sorting Jane's notes, getting ready to type them up. The next? She's staring at some creepy ladies who are giving her all sorts of information - too much for her to process at once. Deciding to tackle one thing at a time, she started with the fact that she was in Asgard. Thor hadn't really ever talked to her about it, but she didn't imagine it looking anything like this.

She definitely wasn't paying any attention to where she was going, too fascinated by the buildings around her. The colors of the blossoms against the buildings were mesmerizing - so mesmerizing, she did not see the vine right in front of her. She groaned as her body connected with the ground. She then pulled herself up, brushing off her clothes.]

Well, shit balls... Today is def not my day....

[coyotes]

"No shit, huh?" She's already up, but he still stoops a bit, offering out a pointless hand. It's just what you do. "You new here too, or just wake up with a case of the Mondays?"

He shrugs, grinning.

"Not that I can fault that much either, yeah? It's all relative. One mislaid vine's another person's accidental trans-dimensional wardrobe malfunction. We're just missing a witch and the Lion."

rei ayanami ( rebuild of evangelion )

[replacements]

[There is a naked, scrawny girl walking about, hands crossed over her chest, hands resting on her shoulders. It isn't shame that brings her to cover her chest - her expression is mostly void of any emotion at all, in fact, even with bright red eyes glancing around the spectacular scenery - merely the temperature prickling at her pale skin. It's easy to see that the bracelet everyone gets has obediently been placed on her wrist, just as she was told.

She makes no effort to approach anyone, not even to ask for help, or to have any questions answered. If it weren't for her nudity and odd eye color, there would be no reason to have your attention drawn to her, in fact.]

[kage_senbon]

[There's a figure up on top of a small rise, looking down. She's got an ugly scowl on her face and a stern look in her eyes as she's surveying the streets. Catching sight of a naked girl just walking along the road, blithely ignorant of the detail of what was going on around her, as if nothing was wrong, was enough to drag her out of her reverie.]

What the hell's wrong with this one...?

[Well, the little doll walking didn't exactly ping her more predatory instincts. It was hardly as if there was any obvious threat in her. Lunging up to a crouch, she dropped and rolled onto the pavement after a vault down to the fire escape to lessen the distance. Getting up from the roll, she looked at Rei sternly and pulled a jacket off and threw it at her.]

Seriously? They're sending new people here naked? They're officially just sick in the head. Put that on.

Claire Brighton | OC | OTA

[clairetastrophe]

[She's taken it remarkably well so far, all things considered. Everything is an adventure if you look at it the right way, isn't it? And it all sounds so fascinating-- bringing color back (which she can completely get behind!) and saving worlds sounds like... like... well, it's just cool.

So Claire is wandering, exploring, humming a tuneless and off-key little song under her breath as she goes to fill the strange quiet. It isn't that the city is empty, but the background noise of it is just- lacking. Something is missing.

When she stops paying attention and walks face-first into a lamppost she realizes it: the numbers are gone. There's no constant, voiceless stream of them, probability has stopped bending impossibly around her; when she reaches up to touch the tender spot on her cheekbone, it's not with a wince but with a grin.

This needs experimentation. Observation: reality apparently behaving in utterly normal ways for once. Hypothesis: suddenly lacking that passive declaration of 'get bent' to the laws of physics. Procedure: ...well, just walk into something. Just to make sure she can, that nothing prevents it happening as usual.

And so Claire can be found casually bumping into things, often approaching them a bit from the side, as though trying to sneak up on them in the process- and sometimes those things just so happen to be other passers-by.]

[realmenknitplushies]

[And when one of those passers-by is a rather touchy young man, who was just trying to lock his bike up against a flower-wreathed lamp-post, he ... might be a bit started, to say the least.]

Whoa, watch out! Look where you're going, would ya?

[He just about jumps, glares - but curls his hands up and looks aside, a bit embarrassed that he snapped.]

Lucie Miller | Days of our Time Lords Radio Version

[witnessprogramme]

[Well this place sure sounds like bloody rainbows and sunshine. Of course Lucie doesn't believe for a stinking minute what she was told; it's probably some sort of setup for a mind game, or the inside someone's head, or an alien planet or whatever place they ended up this time.

Well, not like she doesn't have time to spare now, what with the Doctor nowhere in sight. Lucie looks down at her MP3 player, fumbling with it behind her hands and pondering if she should use it or not (well no that's always a bad idea after that happened, but...). Not too sure about what technology is allowed around here. She knows he'd complain, or leap out of the corner the minute she presses a button. That or he's off somewhere to do something Time Lordy or oooh and aaaah at the scenery...

Well, that might be a good idea actually. This place won't explore itself! If she's here, she might as well see what this 'Asgard' has to offer...]

/SHRIEKS

[beforethewar]

[Eight suddenly wishes he had that second heart still, and not this stupid human body the gods gave him, because the one heart he's got has surely stopped.

He can't quite decide if this is a dream come true or his worst nightmare. Lucie Miller. Alive. Just strolling through Asgard like nothing happened. Then again, obviously nothing has happened to her, yet.

Hoping she hasn't caught sight of him yet, he slips back around the corner of the building and drops everything he's carrying; the violin case, the bag with his lesson plans, everything. Hands bunch into fists and eyes screw shut as he forces himself not to burst into tears.

After a long session of trying not to turn into a blubbering mess on the street, he picks up his things and heads straight for her. Unfortunately, his voice still manages to crack when he speaks up.]

Lucie Miller... fancy meeting you here.

gilderoy lockhart | harry potter | ota

[winningsmile]

[For someone who's just been told he's in a new world, Lockhart seems to be taking it well. A huge, dashing smile is plastered across his face, and he's trying to take in everything he can. Flowers. There are flowers everywhere! It's obviously some kind of celebration, as if Ash-gared of whatever it's called has been waiting for him!

This is the best of days. Just moments before he could remember the other professors telling him to go down to the Chamber of Secrets. This? This was way better. Lockhart pauses, making sure to sweep his robes dramatically as he takes another look around. One could get used to a place like this if it's going to welcome him like this!]

Good morning As-!

[Lockhart trips on a vine, miraculously keeping his balance and striking a pose, arms out. Close call! He could have gotten his robes dirty if that had turned into a tumble! Lockhart turns to look at the vine, clicking his tongue and pointing at it.]

Now now, we can't be having that. You'll be the first thing to go.

ooooh my wizard god

[dilectio]

[ no, Lily Potter has no idea who this man is. but his clothes - his robes - look familiar, in a way, one that's uncommon here but certainly common in her world. so she just watches him, for a little while, waits for him to reach for a wand that won't work, or try to apparate. instead he- poses.

and oh no wait there's a vine there watch your-!

step.

she shouldn't laugh, but-

let's just say it's a good thing she kept her distance at first, because she manages to reel it back in pretty quick, but she still would have felt really guilty if he saw her laughing at his almost-fall. and then he's scolding the plant, which isn't helping her seem less amused, but at least now as she approaches him it's just a smile on her face and not a well aren't you extremely silly sort of look ]

The plants have been particularly enthusiastic today, for some reason. Are you alright?

Minato Namikaze | Naruto

[aflashoffaith]

[Minato's just a liiiiiiittle disoriented.

One minute he's a zombie on the battlefield with no arms and now... now he's carefully picking his way over vines and flowers, clutching the given map to this strange world in a surprise returned hand.

His son is dead. And now there's even less he can do about it.

Minato's a little disoriented.

But he's walking, seemingly just taking in the sights but more memorizing the layout of the city, where the roads lead, where they connect. --Trying to find a decent place to have lunch because wow being alive again sure makes a guy hungry.

So while it's a little lazy and lame he'll be approaching "the locals", the people he sees-]

Excuse me?

[What can you tell me about this place? Is it possible to see a list of the others brought here?

Any recommendations for a place to get a bite to eat?

Polite, quiet, friendly. His smile might be a little strained but it's no less genuine- Minato is well-mannered even under distress and without the thrum of chakra moving through him he's not willing to take an aggressive approach to information gathering.

If he recognizes your character the greeting will be a little different, the call of a name, are you okay where are the others whats going on? It's not difficult to recognize him though at least, Konoha's symbol on the forehead protector tied around his head, his flame tipped cloak covering his uniform. There's no mistaking the Yondaime making his way downtown walking the streets.

Just... help him find something other than ramen, would you?]

[sharingone]

[Making his way downtown also, Sasuke spots that blonde haired guy and for just a moment, he thinks it's Naruto.

After taking a few steps closer he realises it isn't, but he still recognises them. Then again, the Fourth Hokage isn't really a face you forget (unless you come from Konoha apparently, seriously his son looks just like him how did you not put 2 and 2 together)

So Sasuke walks up to him, waiting until he is just a few feet away before calling out to him.]

...Fourth Hokage.

Thomas Hector "Hex" Schofield | OMG Time Lords Are Crazy

[fileunder]

[Where there's weirdness there's usually always the Doctor and McShane involved, right? At least that's what Hex has learned and honestly he wouldn't be surprised if they were the ones responsible for him showing up here in some way (it'd be just his luck).

So it's really with only that keeping him somewhat calm, but still somewhat shellshocked, that he's following a vine full of flowers, hoping that this one particular plant will take him right to the people he wants to see, preferably before he devolves into an oh my god fit the scale of which the Doctor has yet to see.]

Come on, you got to be 'round here now.

[beforethewar]

[Oh, what the hell, Asgard? Eight loves seeing his old friends, but why do the gods have to keep picking up old friends that bring back painful memories? Thankfully this time, there's the buffer of a whole life between them, so it isn't quite so raw.

Still, really, Asgard?

Eight doesn't immediately pounce like he normally does with the companions he finds. He's having too much fun watching the young man following plant life. He watches, takes a few steps, then watches again, eventually taking the poor boy out of his misery when he finally approaches him.]

Hex, what makes you think you'll find me at the end of a vine?

Lavi | D.Gray-Man | trying this again...way earlier canon

[historyrabbit]

[New places. Strange faces. Mixtures of smells, colors, and fabrics assaulted him as he awoke in Asgard.

As it happened with every other new country he visited.

But there was something different about waking up in this place - Gods and powers aside...

He was supposed to be dead.

Lavi's not sure how to handle being alive again suddenly and in the midst of another war. Considering he sort of killed himself to save himself, the part of him that made him Lavi - a heart. Even if it killed him, he was going to save his friends. But he was at odds with himself yet again, did he try to be a Bookman here? Or should he just be Lavi?

The redhead sits under a tree slowly being taken over by the encroaching vines and their blossoms, somewhat in a daze. Those that met him before might not recognize this uniform that he's wearing, it's black and silver and has seen better days. It still has the Rose Cross on the left breast, but the tight uniform shows several cuts and burns, the remains of ink just under his left eye. Mindlessly he fingers the bracelet on his wrist, occasionally lifting his gaze to the passing grey forms, hoping to recognize someone.

Lavi lets out a raspy breath.] Suppose if it's not Valhalla I'm not in heaven yet.

[Not that he believed in it in the first place... But...eh. Stranger things had happened in his world.]

[timaeus_testified]

Isn't heaven supposed to absolute perfection, depending on the religion and lore surrounding it. [Dirk had recognized Lavi. He looked younger with a different uniform but the voice and face is distinctive.

The blond looks a bit battered himself with bandages wrapped around one hand and a patch over his right eye. There are faint traces along his face that bespeak of even greater damage to his face that hasn't fully healed over.]

If you listen to the reports of what happened before Valhalla isn't going to be a thing unless we throw our lot in and help end this war.

[He turns his wrist so the blue gem is visible before he adds.] Dirk Strider, house of Odin, ice.

Whether you decide to give a fuck or not, there's a bunch of us in that house who could show you how to master whichever power you got.

Kabuto Yakushi | Naruto | OTA

[almost_perfect]

Well, the energy in the place certainly is interesting, I'll say that much.

[It didn't take Kabuto long to absorb the information given to him, was he pleased to be here though? Yes and no. Finding his way out of the castle and through the plant infested streets, tracing a hand over twisted crooked vines, feeling the energy that flew through them.]

What is this, some kind of Ninjutsu?

[Pulling the hood of his cloak up and over his head, Kabuto stopped the muttering to himself and started to follow one of the thicker, larger vines as if it would lead him to some kind of source.]

[kuramaless]

[Naruto had taken to traversing the vines by using the plant life itself. There were occasions when he'd managed to trip, or slip off the edge of them - but he'd blame that on a severe lack of chakra.

He's been happily oblivious of the people around him, until he rounded a corner and heard Kabuto mention that one trigger word. 'Ninjutsu?'

Wait a minute.]

Oi.

cersei lannster || asoiaf || ota

[burnsobright]

The expression that flashed across her face was anything but pleasant as she left the castle- or rather was pushed along out of it as if she were some common cur off of the streets. She was Queen, not some peasant, and yet that insipid little creature had cared not for the situation or the threats that Cersei had given. Too long had she worked on gaining the power she had, and she was not going to allow it to slip through her fingers. The maid would be the first to pay, although not the last.

Especially given the tale she had been told.

Someone had clearly been too much into their cups. No matter that, Cersei, as shown by her dress, had been in the middle of her son's marriage. Not exactly a joyous event, as those Tyrells were aiming too high and his bride to be had supported the usurper, which made her no where near good enough for her Joffrey (no one was). Her father had listened not to her though, and had plowed ahead with this distasteful charade, and she had been forced to go along. Yet, regardless of whether Cersei found it pleasant or not, Joffrey was her blood and to have someone remove her from the middle of his wedding feast would result in quite a few heads rolling.

Perhaps it was foolish, but the tale that had been spun was not something that Cersei bought for one moment. Utter and complete ridiculous. Next, they would speak of dragons and snarks and monsters under the bed. The only monsters in the world were men. Yet, as she stepped into the sunlight, she had to admit that where ever she was now, it was not where she had been. While she had not been to every hovel and backwater hole in the kingdom, those of import she had, and this place was not one she had ever witnessed.

Then again, how exactly did she come to be here? One minute there, the next here... But that was idiocy. Such things did not happen. Something must have happened, and she just did not have all the pieces to paint a proper picture. Well, she thought, as she straightened her spin and let those green eyes skirt around the flowered city (and her mind turned to bloody roses which only made her irk grow), it would seem that yet again she had only herself to rely upon. So be it. Mummery was something she was good at, and if she had to resort to that to get the answers she so required, then she would.

Even if all that she wanted to do was to tear the throats out of all the imbeciles she met, she could put on a sweet smile, and so she did. She was a lioness, and they would feel her claws. Just not yet. No, she was a golden image with a golden tongue, a true heir of the Rock, and yet again she would prove such to herself, and eventually her father would see the same.

eeeeeee hello

[uncledaddy]

He's seen that face.

He's seen that face, that hair, that walk -- the very picture of elegance, but true grace had never snarled with such furious step. It's like looking upon a ghost.

( She might be, there's been no word. Somewhere far distant, ink and paper crumble to ash. )

Hate surges behind his stare, sudden and wild, hard-swallowed back down. Every inch of him threatens to spill out in anger. It's been so long, he thought that he'd forgotten its shape. But it hasn't been any time at all, and all that he's forgotten is the radiance of that smooth, pale mask she wears. What he'd give now, to rip it away.

No. Not any longer.

It's a full moment's pause before he remembers himself, shakes the dust from his dreaming to find himself already moving, mouth half-hung to speak. What else is there to do? She can't be ignored. He's done it already and she's torn hungry at his thoughts all the same, eating an old bitter hole he knows only for their own shape.

"Sister --" He reaches out for her shoulder, stump bracing. I need my golden hand, a false hand, that I might grab your false, golden neck. "-- Cersei."

Thanks be to this world's strange, childish gods that he's worn his armor today. He doesn't trust himself to walk beside her unarmed.