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

[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.

[warmgun]

[John rummages around the recesses of his American slang knowledge and pulls out something he hopes is right.] Drug store? You've been sniffing since we got here. [He offers a wry smile.] Unless you're trying to tell me something about my aftershave. Better out with that if it's bothering you. It was just the cheapest thing in the shop.

[He opens the door and motions for Copper to get them going. He has a feeling this is going to be a lot of 'what's that?' on the other man's part, and John would rather deal with that moving.]

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.

[estranges]

And a good way to get attacked is to stand still while you're busy with your aiming.

[Bullets? Please. Kain's had worse, and getting shot isn't something new to him.

Besides, he's confident in his armor-- after all, it's not made out of paper.] An enemy is not going to wait for you to aim and fire.

[warmgun]

No. But my partner should when we're two blocks from an enemy. Coordination requires us to coordinate. Fancy that. [His smile is tight, annoyed.]

You want to be the 'big man,' have at it. [John raises his hands as if in deference. He'd like to ball them into fists, but consciously forces himself to remain relaxed, light, and sarcastic as hell.] Tell me where you want me for clear line-of-sight firing, mate. Prancing around like a pony in that armor of yours across every vital area is really helping things along.

[estranges]

You say that as if we would go together again. [Like hell.]

Believe me, I would rather not. Should I go out again, I would rather have someone who can act in the blink of an eye instead of needing a moment.

[warmgun]

Just so we're clear, then, you'd rather waste five minutes than give me one to seriously wound an enemy at a distance before you go charging at it? Right. Well, who wouldn't when we're working under a time limit?

That's strategy right there. Aren't you supposed to be some kind of soldier?

[estranges]

[He cant remember everything from his homeland. But damn it, Watson is right, as much as he hates to admit it to himself.

But no, he's not going to let this man have the satisfaction of knowing that.]

Strategy is only as useful as those using it, and those whom it can apply to. If you want to be using strategy, doctor, find someone who care to do so with you.

[warmgun]

Tch! Yeah, all right. [John rolls his shoulders. He'd like to get an honest rise out of Kain. It might help the urge to throttle him.] Should we order? I'd just like to toast to your imminent demise, mate. I'm sure you'll have a lovely funeral provided there's a body left over.

Wouldn't count on that, though. Monsters and all, yeah?

[estranges]

How bloodthirsty of you, doctor. [Not like he... cares though.]

Though it would only happen should I indeed fall in battle-- and i have no intention of doing so.

[warmgun]

[The bloodthirsty comment just earns Kain another tight smile. He's been accused of far worse by far more perceptive people.]

You know what they say about the road to Hell?

[He motions one of the passing servers. She comes over and John flashes a brilliant grin at her. She's pretty and looks a little nervous. When she asks for their orders, John glances over at Kain before looking back at the girl.]

Cup of tea for me, please. Really the only thing I'm thirsty for.

[The server turns to Kain, expectantly.]

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]

[ Fiver almost doesn't hear the words over the pounding of his heartbeat in his head. He knows better than to look back at the predator giving chase or to rely on anything other than reflex when he runs. It does register in some way of course, because any runt like him knows to follow orders. Even if he doesn't answer, there's an obvious renewed burst of speed, and it's enough to put more distance between him and the monster.

He does have the sense to try and lead it so the man has a clear shot at its head, swerving of path slightly and scrambling over the hood of a car to give the monster another obstacle. The crunching sound behind him tells him it isn't much of a hurdle. ]

[warmgun]

[They haven't got much time. Either of them, if John has his guess about the other bloke being one of the new ones here. Once the time limits on their powers run out, they'll be sitting ducks if the monster's still around. He notes the change in direction and can't help but find himself impressed the kid's actually being strategic. He looks like he's rabbiting fast enough for it to be pure fear driving him. Perhaps speed was one of his powers, though.

Whatever the motive or design, John takes the opening he's given. He unleashes a volley of shots that knock the monster back and down, arcs of blue-white light sizzling across its writing form. When it gets back up this time, it's noticeably slower and black ichor is flowing like blood from the eyesockets he's shot out. It roars, but it's the sound of a wounded animal, not a predator.

John lines up the final blow, but just before he pulls the trigger, there's a burst of light, and he's back to his normal form.]

F... Kill it! Go for the eyes!

[Hopefully, the young man's transformation would last.]

[hrairoo]

[ Probably to his own surprise more than anyone's, that sound is what makes Fiver slow and turn to see the beast staggering and bleeding towards him. His instincts should be telling him to keep running, to hide, to escape by any means, but the thought barely has time to cross his mind before he spots a large piece of jagged metal on the concrete (some part of the car which had just been torn apart) and he has the sudden urge to do the opposite.

"Eyes," he hears in his mad dash back to the monster, scooping up the metal shard with barely a stumble. ]

Oi! Embleer pfeffa! [ He thinks "Frith, help me," at the same time as he screams out to catch the thing's attention towards him again. And he stabs the makeshift weapon in front of him right as the beast's head has turned directly to him, sending it in as deep as possible before the creature's dying throes knock Fiver away. Covered in something black and stinking, he's back to normal before he even hits the ground again, skidding to a stop and curling into a ball some yards away from the twitching, prone monster. ]

[warmgun]

[John's running toward the young man the moment he sees him go flying. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the monster stagger a few feet before collapsing. It fades to white and crumbles into some kind of dust, blowing away in the sudden wind. John is going to ignore that decay doesn't actually work that way in favor of dropping beside his unexpected ally.

A doctor's instincts kick in as he notes the damage from the rough landing. He doesn't touch Fiver, but he's tensed, ready to check for fractures and bind any cuts that go too deep.]

Hey, it's all right. You got it good, yeah? Nice aim.

Can you move?

[hrairoo]

[ Fiver's still trying to make himself as small as possible when John comes up to him, as if he's still expecting something bigger than him to close its teeth around his neck. He almost doesn't even seem to notice John until he speaks, and then he's blinking up at the man with some mix of lingering fear and disbelief. ]

It's dead? [ He's still panting and his muscles are tense and unwilling to budge, but aside from the shock he's not too bad off. A scratch here, an ugly bruise there, a cut on his palm from handling that piece of metal, but pain isn't quite registering right now. ]

[warmgun]

[John let's out a small sigh of relief. The kid isn't screaming in pain and from what he can see, it isn't too bad. He'll need some cleaning and a tetanus shot for that cut, but it could have been much worse given the time of their power-loss. As it is, John makes a show of looking over his shoulder, then turns back to the young man, a smile quirking his lips up.]

Looks to be. And I think that means I owe you a pint, mate. That was some impressive speed. Also, you're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Probably both, though. Let's have a look at that hand, eh? I'm a doctor.

[He holds out his own hand, watching Fiver closely for any other signs of more serious injuries.]

[hrairoo]

[ Fiver eyes that hand reluctantly. Owe him a what? He's only just starting to get a hang of all these words that men have for all their strange inventions and habits. Doctor though... that means healer, doesn't it?

His gaze falls to his own hand for a moment like he's just remembered whom it belongs to. It's hard to believe that's the worst of his injuries after he took on whatever animal that thing was. After a couple steadying breaths, he pushes himself up to a sitting position, wincing at the movement but holding out his wounded hand for John to inspect. ]

Most assume I'm mad, actually. [ He knows he isn't stupid, and brave feels pretty damn far off. Looking over to where the creature used to be, he sighs wryly. ] I might just agree with them.

[warmgun]

Reckon they've got it about right, but admitting you've got a problem is the first step, isn't it? [John keeps his tone light as he gently takes Fiver's wounded hand and turns it over for inspection. It's not going to need stitches, thankfully. He lets go of Fiver and searches his pockets until he comes up with a napkin. It's hardly much, but it will have to do for now. He folds it in half, then places it over the cut, pressing down. He motions for Fiver to take over with his other hand.]

Keep the pressure on this. Should stop bleeding in a moment. We need to find a clinic for you - the medical sort before the psychiatric. They hardly do any good for your sort of mad, anyway. Up you go now.