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TEST DRIVE MEME #5
TEST DRIVE MEME
Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket! |
Travis Touchdown | No More Heroes | Court Undecided
"Oh my god, this mutton stuff is fucking tits!" You know, there probably was something of an acclimation process and all that. Getting here from the unfortunate position he had been in was...yeah, less said the better. He still was trying to figure that one out. Free-fall does not a great meeting point make, after all. And even for him, that was pretty out there. And then there was all this talk of wars, and fighting and shards. But all that seemed to transition into one big goddamn feast of all kinds of food, including some stuff he'd never even tried before. Or only seen in HBO fantasy television programs. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going around and annoying some of the other revelers.
Not that he cared.
Truthfully, he was on board from the word go. Fight our battles? Kill these assholes? Get their shards? It was sounding all Japanese anime from the word go. And that wasn't even taking into account that winding up here spared him a splattering fate. Short of massacring a school of Jedi Fledglings, he'd follow these guys into Hell. If not for shits and giggles, then for the sake of not being a mooch on life debts.
"...fuck, where did I put my wine again?" He muttered, stuffing his mouth before going after his elusive drink. And out, it would seem, into the halls. He knew where the party was at least, he'd be back soon enough. "Here drinky drinky drinky..."
02. Armory
The downside to all of this was that his beam katanas were on the fritz. He had tried to get them to work, but all they would do is stare at him sadly. Which he was kind of glad about because in hindsight, doing maintenance on a laser sword with the end the blade comes out from pointed at your face was fucking dumb. All of his swords seemed to be down for the count, leaving him in dire need of something to use. And with everything else taken care of now, it was time to do just that.
"Hm. Let's see here." Travis muttered, tapping his chin as he looked around. "I need a variety. Can't just add that feature in to take it out of the Back to the Future sequel here." He murmured on, before walking around and giving everything a look over. Armor he ignored, he didn't need it. He needed to be fast, and let his swords do the rest of the defense. Which was totally a thing, yes it was.
"These might work." He pulled out a pair of short swords. Before putting one back and pulling out a slightly longer sword. "Rose Nasty you ain't, but as long as I can fuck shit up, you don't really need to be." A bit of a test was in order. A few short swings, some fancy little moves. They were much heavier than his usual fair, themselves made of light and not metal. But Travis was strong enough that, with a few seconds, his motions were adequately compensated for.
He tucked those aside, and reached for a bigger sword. That claymore was a perfect substitute for one of his weapons. BUT MAN WAS IT HEAVY. This he wound up having trouble with, and was soon off his balance and careening towards the unknown.
And hopefully not a fatality. That would be sad. And pathetic.
03. Wildcard
Come at me bros. Anything you want!
02. RUNS TOWARD.
So lost in her own thoughts is she that she didn't realize that there was someone else in the armory until it was too late, listening in on them muttering to themselves.
...Seriously? Who talks like that these days. Yukari rolled her eyes and shrugged herself out of her pink sweater, tying it around her waist. Fixing her shirt collar, she took a step closer to the door of the armory and then – dodged to the side.
“Hey!” Yukari snapped, pressing her shoulders to the wall to make sure no part of her was caught by the blade. “Watch what you're doing!”
YOU CRAZY RUNNING TOWARDS BIG SWORD GUY?!
Travis eventually picked himself up, glancing around to make sure that no one got hurt. Okay, that was a lie, he was looking for the sword. When he saw it in the door, he reached up and grabbed the hilt. Holding it until it stopped vibrating.
"Jesus...yo you should really watch where you're going. That could have been bad." Smooth as silk. Transferring the blame onto someone else. Excuse him now, he was going to try pulling it back out. In a manner that was an accident in the making. "Fucking door..."
yeah well deal w/ it, baka-travis
Or unluck, as the case may be.
“Oh sure,” came the sneer. “Blame the person you swung at.” She shouldn't be surprised; guys were all the same, always looking for someone else to blame. For the moment, Yukari won't let herself get baited into an argument and instead breezes right on by Travis, reaching a hand down to her thigh to adjust the way her holster's buckle bit into her skin. Maybe she should look into getting a waist holster like Mitsuru-senpai...
“If you pull too hard you'll go flying backwards.” Her words were tossed over her shoulder as Yukari inspected the piles of arrows, looking for bolts that would fit her bow; sturdy but light.
can't deal with it
Maybe he should just sneak out before he killed someone.
well that's ur problem
...But that's not really her style, and with a sigh she crossed the distance between herself and this idiot, arms crossed as she looked down at him.
“You're not hurt, are you?”
so cold
...oh, right.
He turned to look up at her. Flashing a thumbs up. "What, me? Fuck no. ...might have forgotten math though." And then his view shifted. Just a little bit. But enough.
"Fair exchange though."
just 4 u 1/2
But then Travis shifted his head.
And Yukari looked down.
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"Wh—What the hell are you looking at!?"
This is the last time she considered helping a stranger. Ugh!
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That wasn't a metaphor.
"OW!" He cried out as he was struck in the face, head cranking to the side. It wasn't the worst he'd received, but a kick to the cheek was still a kick to the cheek. He rolled with it, onto his knees where he could start rubbing furiously at the abused spot.
"I WAS LOOKING AT HAPPINESS!" He answered belated, digging himself deeper.
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Looks like she found her new poster boy for sexual harassment.
“I can't believe idiots like you exist,” Yukari huffed, grabbing an arrow and nocking it to her bowstring.
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In hindsight, he probably should not meet girls in armories anymore.
"WHOA!" He threw his hands up, suddenly aware that his life could get all Boromir. "Hey chill the fuck out! We're all friends here, right!?" Please don't let him die like this, god.