Test Drive Meme!

[nosotros]

THE VERY FIRST EL SERA TESTDRIVE MEME!

ONE: Post with your character! Blank comments and pre-written prompts are both okay!
TWO: Tag other players in the meme while you wait for them to tag you!
THREE: Have fun!

If you need some prompts to help you get things going, you can use the following:

1 - Roommates: You just got to El Sera and you're settling in to your new dorm or apartment. Now would be a good time to get to know your new roommate. Maybe the two of you can go out shopping for clothes and food with the allowance from Xochipilli...?

2 - Battle: You were just minding your own business when a monster suddenly attacked! Or is that another magical boy...? Either way, it's time to transform and take care of this mess.

3 - Romance: A confession, a first date, maybe even an engagement proposal. El Sera is an oceanfront city and a riverside city, so there are plenty of romantic spots to choose from.

4 - The Power of Friendship: Your friends are there for you. Whether you're in a desperate struggle or just feeling down, they're here to pick you up and help you out.

5 - Rivals: You're minding your own business when you see... him. Be it at school, while your out shopping, or waiting for the bus, things just got a lot more tense.

6 - Other: Choose your own!

In the meantime, if you'd like to get to know your fellow players OOCly, head over to the meet and greet meme!

Comments

[oakleaf]

1 - Roommates
[School... It was all a bit odd to Hakuren. Sharing a room, on the other hand, was familiar. Hakuren hasn't had a chance to go shopping yet, so instead he slips on his reading glasses, opens up his book (history, borrowed from the school library), and settles in to wait for his new roommate to arrive.]

3 - Romance
[Hakuren isn't nervous -- and even if he was he would never be so undignified as to let such an emotion show -- but he is rather excited. He waits outside Devito's just a little earlier than someone truly calm and composed would, but he puts on a good show of it -- right now he's reading with a carefully crafted expression of calm patience on his face]

[It's just that he's read the same page three times now.]

5 - Rivals
[Is that.... it is. Hakuren's good mood vanishes in a moment. This was supposed to be his mission! The very first non-school one he'd ever been given, and he had to go an show up. Maybe Hakuren should have stayed hidden and waiting and just ignored him, but he was certain something else was up. There was no way the both of them showing up here was coincidence.]

[So he reveals himself instead, stepping into lain view and raising his voice enough to be heard.] Isn't it past your crewfew? [The wind tugs at Hakuren and his clothes, setting both his ponytail and ribbon tie to fluttering in the wind, and the moonlight shines off his fine blond hair.]

[He'd make for a rather striking figure, if it wasn't such a ridiculous way to announce his presence.]

replying to 1!

[hopefan]

Komaeda opens the door, peering in, and then, on catching sight of his new roommate, lifts a hand in a cheerful wave, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hello!" he calls, dropping the duffel bag he was carrying. This is new. He'd had his own room on the island, and as far as he remembered, he'd never shared a room before.

This new school and new environment... it's hard to say it's not a serious let-down. Before, he'd had the honor of being surrounded by superior people, people gifted with Super High School Level abilities, and now, he'd been thrown back in a land of normality and averageness. Still, Komaeda reasoned, the only way he'd gotten into Hope's Peak Academy had been on merit of his good luck, and he didn't actually deserve to be among all those talented individuals. Being taken out of that environment was ... unlucky, but not undeserved.

And besides, there's no saying there's not a possibility that the new people around him won't be talented in some way. He'll have to keep an eye out!

With that optimism in place, Komaeda crosses the room, ignoring checking out his side in favor of coming to a stop in front of his new roommate.

"I'm Komaeda Nagito. I guess from now on we'll be living together! I hope you don't mind someone like me."

[oakleaf]

Ah, that must be him now. Hakuren looks up at the sound of the door opening and gives Komaeda a pleasant if slightly bland smile. Hakuren may not know this person, bu that's no reason to be rude. They're going to have to room together for a while, and unlike Teito, Komaeda hasn't already made a bad impression on Hakuren.

Of course, his opinion would change in a hurry if he was ever considered average. But for now he rises, offering his hand out to Komaeda.

"I'm sure we'll get along fine." He's not, but he sees no immediate reason to dislike Komaeda, which is a start. "I'm Hakuren."

[hopefan]

Komaeda takes Hakuren's hand in his, giving it a warm shake.

"What a relief! Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." His smile gets a little wider before he releases the other's hand, looking around to survey the room a bit. "This place is a little barren, isn't it?"

The room has all the signs of a new, unsettled-in dorm room, with no decoration to be found. It's not awful, but it's not exactly inviting. He frowns, turning towards his bag, picking it up and moving it to the bare bed. It'll feel better already once he's unpacked.

"Well, Hakuren!" Komaeda glances over his shoulder, making sure he still has his attention. "It should be interesting going to school here. Do you think you'll get homesick?"

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[speedoflightning]

Books? Nah.

Killua ended up opening the door with his foot, the better to accommodate the boxes upon boxes of snacks he was carrying in his arms. He dumped all but a single box of already-opened chocolates onto the bedspread, then took a seat next to the pile, popping a stray truffle into his mouth. The paper wrapper fell onto the floor.

"Whatcha reading?"

[oakleaf]

That was... a lot of candy. Hakuren can't help but blink in mild surprise as Killua dumps his multitude of boxes on the bed.

"... It's a history book." Even as he spoke, Hakuren closed the book and set it aside. Something told him he wasn't going to get much more reading done today. Still, it would be rude to not introduce himself properly. "You must be my new roommate, then."

[speedoflightning]

"For now, anyway," said Killua, popping another candy into his mouth. This wrapper, too, fell to the floor. History books didn't hold a lot of interest for him -- not unless there was some other draw, of course. But Kurapika liked that kind of thing.

"I'm Killua."

Autor | Princess Tutu

[quackquill]

Scenario 1 - Roommates

[It's time to reprise what something he'd been pleased enough to have out of the way since a good enough time ago at Goldkrone Academy. That is, the first step in settling into a shared space is designating a sub-space to be under your jurisdiction.

It's a hygiene factor more than an enjoyment one. He doesn't count on spending much time in his dormitory any more than where he's from. Maybe he'll similarly find a place to convert into a study. But even so.]

I'll be keeping books here... clothes here... and everything else, I'll try to keep to this drawer.

Do I have any objections?

Scenario 2 + 5 - Battle/Rivals

[There, could he handle this or not? Of course he could! He just needed to transform first - if Ahiru had been able to do this (and oh, she was far, far worse than him!), then he absolutely could!

He gets out of sight, panting, leaning his back against a building - pauses to quickly rub at the lenses of his glasses with his cravat and replace them - pulls the sheet of music out of his pocket, and transforms.

He rounds the corner to get back into the fray and sees - he growls... Of all people to have to show up to upstage him, not you!]

Who called you?

[oakleaf]

[Hakuren had been hoping for a quiet night out on his own -- or at least, a quiet night out hunting on his own. Monsters were all over and Xochipilli always had a bounty out on them.]

[Seeing Autor there just ruined his night. The runes of Hakuren's zaiphon faded from the air as a strange bird-like monster fell to the ground. Hakuren spared a single haughty look for Autor (which was completely undermined by the happy chirping of Mikage, the fuzzy pink dragon perched, as always, on Hakuren's shoulder) before he turned back to the remaining monsters.]

No one called. [He shot Autor a haughty look over his shoulder.] I just heard the sounds of a child struggling with a simple task.

[warmgun]

1 - Roomates

[On the bright side, he isn't Sherlock. And on the down side... he isn't Sherlock. John has taken up residence with a book in the sitting room and watches his new flatmate go about his business over the top of the novel. He really should get to know the other man, the better to actually gauge him as a flatmate.]

Fancy a cuppa? I saw a cafe just the other side of the block. Could do with a walk.


2 - Battle

Bloody hell! [John isn't the sort to flash his service pistol in broad daylight, but there's a thing that looks like a cross between a leopard, a squid, and a small car bearing down on a group of fleeing civilians. This is utterly mad.]

[He ducks into the nearest alley and... is he really doing this? The screaming out in the street says he is. John slots the bizarre blue magazine that had drawn him here into his gun and transforms in a burst of light. He's going to just ignore how ridiculous he looks as he dashes back out, pistol now an oversized assault rifle. With any luck, there will be other Xochipilli employees around to help.]


5 - Rivals

[John's an easy-going guy, but something about the other bloke just grinds his gears. It's not even the way Sherlock or Harry get under his skin sometimes. That he can tolerate. He wouldn't usually start a confrontation in a cafe of all places, but they need to talk this out before John punches him in the face.]

[Without preamble, John seats himself in the chair opposite and picks up a menu, not deigning to look up.]

Reckon we should talk about that last battle, yeah?

1 - Roomates

[awfulmean]

[Well, gee, this whole thing was a mess. He was a mess. He looked like- like the master, and he moved like him, too. He saw like him, he stood like him, and there's not even a tail to wag and he can't even lift his ears.]

[And no matter how hard he tries to sniff, it's just not happening.]

[I mean-- yeah. So Copper's there, in one of the bedrooms. Reckon it's his now. He rolled on the bed. So anyway, he's just been taking these long sniffs. And he just can't get a scent. He knows the other master's just in the other room, but it's not until he speaks up that Copper pokes his head out of where he's been holed up.]

Well, I don't know what a cuppa is but I sure do wanna walk. [Why... he even talks like a master, too!]

[warmgun]

[John manages not to roll his eyes at the other man. Of course they'd wind up in some part of America.]

Cup of tea. Or coffee if that's more to your liking. [He slides a marker into his book and sets it aside before rising and heading toward the door. He goes to put on his coat, but the mild climate here doesn't warrant that. One more ritual gone. He sighs, then quirks up his lips in a smile at Copper.]

We can make a run to the chemist, as well, if you're feeling... congested? [It's hard not to notice the way the other man huffs in his breaths. John just prays he hasn't gotten stuck with another addict.]

[awfulmean]

[He thinks he's smelled "coffee" before. He thinks. Now fully stepping out of the room, nearer to John, he almost looks scolded. The man is obviously trying to be friendly... and he doesn't know what to rightly do about it.]

Chemist? I don't know what that is, either.

5!

[estranges]

[Kain has no real feelings about people disliking him, even if they're people very close to his heart, so the the other man's tone doesn't bother him at all.]

Of course. [A cool a tone as can be, but Kain honestly wants this discussion over with as soon as possible.]

Which part would you like to go over? [Or is it all of your shortcomings.]

[warmgun]

[So it's going to be like that. John sets the menu down and locks his eyes on Kain. This is an almost-familiar argument, at least. And if he's imagining telling Sherlock off once and for all, well... they haven't been here that long and a man can dream.]

How about the part where we're meant to be a team on these missions. Bit hard when you can't be bothered to let me do anything. Ever thought of actually keeping an eye on where I'm trying to aim at a monster before you jump at it? Good way to get shot.

2 - Battle

[hrairoo]

[ By the time John returns, it just so happens someone else is already at work on the creature. Even if he doesn't seem like the most formidable fighter.

Likely due to fear-fueled adrenalin, the young man was quick enough to lash out at the monstrosity's face, leaving a trail of ugly scratches across its eye before dashing out of its reach. In terms of damage done, he's really only done enough to make the thing angry. But at least now it's chasing Fiver while the rest of the crowd escapes.

He's small but agile, able to keep just ahead of the creature as he leads it to a more deserted area—which also just so happens to be directly toward John. ]

[warmgun]

[John's eyes widen only for a moment before the adrenaline kicks in, and he's focused. He raises his gun, stares down the sight and shoots. A bullet sparking with electricity flies at the monster's head where claw marks have painted a perfect target. The thing falls back for a moment, snarling, but it isn't dead or deterred.

The kid leading it on a merry chase doesn't look old enough to be out on this kind of mission, but given that beggars can't be choosers, John will take him. There isn't much in the way of a lull to come up with a proper strategy, but he can see well enough to know something they want to avoid.]

Go for range if you can! Don't like the look of those tentacles.

[He lines up another shot as the monster restarts its flailing run at Fiver.]

[hrairoo]

3—Romance
[ Perhaps unfortunately for his friend, two males regarding each other as mates is a concept Fiver still has trouble grasping. So he thought nothing out of the ordinary of their agreeing to a little "date" out to a secluded, grassy hillside which overlooked the ocean. A blanket and picnic basket are laid out at the top of the hill, but he's ignoring both at the moment.

He favors lounging in the soft grass nearby to sitting on cloth, plucking absently at leaves and staring pensively into the sea. It's still fascinating, almost morbidly so, to see how big it is. He manages to tear his attention away from the blue expanse, of course, coming up beside his companion and holding out a small stem of flowers to him. ]

Here, [ He says simply, pleasantly. The plant isn't much to look at: a thin stem with some leaves clinging to the bottom and tiny yellow petals clustered at the top. Impressive, no; but it's a tasty flower. And. He might just enjoy showing off how good he's gotten at using these human hands. ]

2/4—Battle/Friendship
[ aaaand mood whiplash ]

[ Snare. It's moving, wrapped tightly around his waist rather than his neck, pinning one of his arms to his side. And still all he can think is that the thick, rope-like vine that's dragging him into the underbrush is a metal wire that will choke the air out of him.

There are already deep scratches in it, left by his own claws in an attempt to free himself, and the energy he's expended only served to send him deeper into panic. Struggling against the strong pull, heels digging into the dirt, somehow his thoughts travel back to his home, his friend's voice coming back to him. No good biting wire... ]

Can't break it! [ His eyes are fixed, wide-eyed on the source of the vine, unable to look back to his fellow even while calling out to him. He gives a strangled yelp as he's forced to his knees and dragged further. ] Dig out the peg-- th-the creature. Go for the...

[ Words are caught up in his lungs along with shallow, uneven breath, muscles going rigid and useless as terror grips him tighter than the monster which draws him in. ]

3 - romance

[oakleaf]

[Hakuren is no stranger to dealing with the romantically oblivious, and the thought that Fiver still wasn't quite grasping the full depth and implications of the date has already occurred to him. Even so, he's not going to just let this opportunity slip him by. His time in the church has gotten him more than familiar with a largely vegetarian diet, so putting together a lunch suitable for he and Fiver both was easy.]

[Hakuren accepts the flower from Fiver with a pleased smile. Alright, maybe Fiver is a little more alright with dating than Hakuren initially thought.] Thank you. [He holds on to the flower gently even as he settles himself down to sit -- on the blanket, though, not the grass. His attention is also drawn to the ocean, and he can't help but sound a tiny bit awed as he speaks.] I've never saw the ocean this close up before I came here.

[hrairoo]

[ Fiver takes a seat in the grass next to him, glad to see Hakuren likes the little offering even if he isn't eating it. ]

I'd only heard of it before... "Beeg vater," was something of an understatement. [ He muses with a small smile, imitating the accent of the gull he and his friends had befriended back home. The smile falters though, as he looks out and considers again the depth of it. He's never seen a body of water bigger than a stream, so it makes him tense just to think about. ]

Good things we aren't too close. [ With a shiver, he shifts closer to lean against Haruken out of habit. ]

2/4—Battle/Friendship

[awfulmean]

[Keeping the body the masters have has proven useful, sure-- but for all the good this body's done, Copper's learned why guns are toted around. Two legs make a fellow slow and clumsy. Clumsier than a dog, even, and for all the energy he feels welling up in his chest there just ain't no good way to release it.]

[He's pacing, sort of. Kind of hunched over, kind of like if he'd have his hackles all raised if he was a dog. It's the excitement of the tangled pup, not the monster, that's getting him too riled up to spring into action. Say what you will about the beasts- in the end, they're just that. And a hunting dog knows when he's hunting, but sometimes when things get muddy he doesn't know clearly what.]

[There's wires, then there's something struggling.]

[He licks his lips. Kind of whines, kind of grunts. He's not sure what's so important about the object in his pocket, only that if he touches it for long enough, he'll be what he's supposed to be again. It's a little late in the game for the light to be enveloping him and changing him into the hound dog he is, but he's baying and barreling into the monster that's got Fiver, fangs snapping into what they can along the way. Dig out the peg-- yeah, he can do that.]

[hrairoo]

[ As soon as Copper starts attacking it, the creature pauses its pull on Fiver—not that he notices at all, fear-struck and frozen in the vine's grip. The distraction doesn't last long, of course, because soon the monster lashes out at Copper, doing its best to retaliate in a flurry of its own thorns and thin, whipping vines. A living (and enraged) plant, it doesn't bleed, but its roots and stems are easily broken as long as you ignore how they prick and sting flesh.

A short, gasping cry comes from Fiver as the monster tightens its hold on him with the last of its strength. Now he really is having trouble breathing. ]

[helborn]

2 - Battle

[Really? He has to transform for this? Fine. Casper clenches his fists, letting the light blue uniform spread over his entire body. He stomps the ground, sending the monster sliding over the suddenly slippery ground.]

3 - Romance

[Is... someone looking at him? The whole area is kind of a romantic spot, but he's not here with someone else. Is someone getting the wrong idea?]

6 - Other

[Okay. So the conversation got to this point... he has to spill it.]

Yeah. I'm a demigod. As in a kid of a god. ... I'm serious, okay!

6 - Other

[awfulmean]

[He'd seen other people do it, and now seemed like a good time to put it into practice. Copper holds up both hands, palms facing outward, a lazy grin just there on his face. He's understanding maybe half of this conversation if he's lucky.]

Alright, alright. All I'm saying is, you look just like every other fella here.

[helborn]

That's kind of the point. I can grow wings, for example, but it's probably bound to get me dirty looks in the street if not outright screaming.