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TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER

— TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER —


Welcome to [community profile] empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:

  • Date reminders. Reserves open Tuesday, October 25 and Applications (Canon | OC) open Tuesday, November 1st.

  • OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.

  • Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.

  • Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.

  • Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.

  • First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!

Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!


PROMPTS

• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try?

• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.

• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...

• Prompt D: The Boreas Harvest Festival is fast approaching, and the farmers are trying hard to work through the bleak weather conditions to get their crops in before they go bad from all the apathy. All hands on deck—but there may be too many unwanted hands roaming around.

  1. Scarecrows. The scarecrows that have been set up as a festive reminder of the time of year have unfortunately come under the influence of some errant strong emotions from the farm hands that work in the fields. Unfortunately that includes trying to ward off anyone who enters the fields with pitchforks and is one of them carrying a torch? Maybe if they can be convinced that you are trustworthy they will calm down.

  2. Invading rabbits. There are ton of rabbits ravaging the carrot patches. They're easily frightened, but some are more tenacious than others. Beware of the white rabbit with red eyes.

  3. Save the crops! Several batches are already starting to spoil! The only thing that can save them is dumping as much positive emotions into them. Joy of good food, hope for a bountiful meal, love of eating—whatever will work. Just be careful. Too much and those things might grow and explode…


• Prompt E: Aiada, the Arehtei of appreciation and jealousy, has sent a personal request for those who are interested. There is a small island just beneath Empatheias that she has been cultivating over the many centuries. She wishes to contribute to the Harvest Festival with some seeds and spores. However, the recent atmosphere has also reached down there, and now it's all a mess! Giant mushrooms replaced the trees and there's slime and mold everywhere. The cure? Aside from getting a lot of heavy duty cleaners and pushing it off, appreciation will go a long way to help.

  1. Goop brigade. Grab that bucket and shovel and clear the goop out! Just be careful not to have too much get on you—jealousy might take over.

  2. Appreciation balls. To help hasten the effort, Aiada has given several tubs filled with light, green orbs. Once channeled with enough appreciation, they can be used as mini-grenades to help explode and wash the area with more positive energy. Those caught in the blast won't be harmed. If anything, they'll just be very thankful.

  3. Watch the ledges. Careful, it's a fairly small island and the goop and slime has made things slick. If you fall… That's not a good way to go, let's just say that.


• Prompt F: Various parties are interested in the emotion shards scattered all over Thera. But this time around, the focus is on the medical laboratory as the equipment and potential research there is also of interest. For three days those who volunteer are sent back to try and gather as much as possible—but of course this won't be easy.

  1. Skeletal Scientists. The remains of the scientists who once worked in these rooms are still lurking, ready to protect their work. Fortunately they're relatively weak nerds, so not too difficult to dispatch. Just be careful.

  2. Flying equipment. The various medical equipment has also taken life, scalpels and needles flying everywhere and stethoscopes ready to strangle.

  3. Questionable liquid. Most of the easy shards have already been taken, leaving the more difficult to retrieve ones left. In particular they're found in strange, dark pink liquid. It's mostly harmless—except that upon contact intense waves of grief and suffering will course through. The longer the exposure, the worse it is. So hopefully a bucket full of it doesn't fall on you…


• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include feathers and/or confetti.


For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!
fistfulofbullets: (Hide in plain sight)

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2016-10-19 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Told you, they're in the field." But he remembers the path they went. Without another word, he takes the lead- He's not under Overwatch command anymore, and that means that the Captain? Doesn't give him orders anymore.

And he was used to being on his own, a mercenary and a punk kid. Jack would have to follow his lead on this one.

"Should save our ammo, though. Draw 'em out of the field and use the pitchforks against 'em. No fire, can't risk setting the corn alight."
toschestation: (✨ 002)

D-2

[personal profile] toschestation 2016-10-19 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Here, I'll take some. Just hold still for a second. [don't scare them with sudden movements!]

[He'd been working at the other end of the field, but honestly it's hard to ignore weird looking murky bubbles drifting up into the sky, even from a distance. So here he was, with a couple of rabbits already in tow.

He carefully scoops up a couple of rabbits from Galen's arms, totally up to four.]
Most of them will probably be happiest if we relocate them somewhere better.
spiritedafey: game, surprised (044)

D

[personal profile] spiritedafey 2016-10-19 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, this isn't the first time Maya's found herself in the farms because of her little dragon. He had a tendency to waddle off on his own, and as Maya has discovered much to her chagrin, Charley was quite the digger and would let himself out under the fence when she let him into the yard to play. The last time he got out, she found him wiggling around another neighbourhood several blocks away. She thought it would be cruel to keep him on a leash but she would have to find a way to keep him from digging more holes under the fence.

Charley isn't as dumb as he looks.

Unfortunately for her, the scarecrows in these fields don't seem to enjoy her presence as much. After finding Charley and scooping him up in her arms, she is screaming at the scarecrow, demanding that it get away when she hears a voice behind her.]


If you think I can't take a scarecrow by myself, then... [One of the scarecrows raises a pitchfork at her and she yelps.] EEP!!!
sanguisdolore: (◤ the days of future past ◢)

F

[personal profile] sanguisdolore 2016-10-19 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps there was something in way of irony in how he'd been putting off getting his usual re-supply of blood packs from the hospital, heading out today to actually pick up some more since Yuu had insisted on it. That and he considered picking up some more groceries to try cooking something new at their place as well.

Before he'd even turned the corner, the first thing Mika was able to pick up on was the palpable anger coming from nearby; the sound of cracking concrete familiar and mirroring his very first time in arriving in Verens. It could have been ignored if it wasn't for a painfully familiar voice following those words, making his crimson hues widen a touch. There was absolutely NO way of mistaking who that voice could belong to, causing Mika to hurry his steps as he rounded the corner and the sight that met him was indeed as he should have expected.

Hadn't Ferid attacked her back home during Nagoya?

No other person he'd seen here had that exact outfit, or the flash of bright, pink hair and that was enough to tell him he wasn't imagining it. When Mika stopped to consider that the look he could read on her face was far from happy, it was almost enough to make him hesitate somewhat as he approached. Once he was a couple of feet away from her, he'd noted this was where the scent of blood had come from only a few moments prior but why would she be upset over that? He hadn't caught sight of the glittery confetti just yet, expression calm with a touch of a frown creasing his brow slightly. ]


Krul?

[ While others may be put off by her anger and the effect it had on the environment, he remained unafraid and still willing to be this close. After Ferid's arrival last month, it was strangely relieving to see her here if he was completely honest. ]

Please calm down. [ She didn't like being told what to do, no, but it was more of an attempt at him just trying to minimize the damage on the environment over anything else. ] ...Did something happen?

[ Since he had noted that there was something plastic in her hand and it matched the general size of the blood bags he picked up from the hospital, it made him curious. The blood he received here never bothered him so what had made her so angry? ]
copychip: Drawn by <user name="skybuns"> (❤ uh oh)

b oh my god yes zenyattaaaaaaa

[personal profile] copychip 2016-10-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Similar to Zenyatta, Axl found snakes attracted to the warmth his core generated, and, as they posed no threat to him... well, why not help out. It gave him something to do anyway. And honestly.... this task was a lot easier than the others had made it out to be. Easy money.

What he wasn't expecting to meet today was another robot, of an entirely different build and model pursuing the slithery bastards as well. He'd actually stopped to watch the other robot go about the task, and was faintly surprised when they made a beeline for him and asked him to --

Well, all that exposed circuitry can't be safe and that sure is a snake in his back. In said circuitry.
]

Youuuu might wanna keep still. There's one in your wires.

[Just looking at the snake tangled in Zenyatta's wires is giving him major creeps already. Ughh.]
thirdprogenitor: (pic#10129617)

[personal profile] thirdprogenitor 2016-10-19 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Normally, she would be so much better at detecting when someone (or something) was approaching. Given the tremendous amount of anger that was bubbling beneath the surface and causing cracks to shatter concrete beneath her feet, she hadn't heard Mika's approach and so when she heard her name, she threw the now empty blood bag to the side and spun to grab at the other's neck.

But when she saw who it was, saw those strands of blond and crimson red eyes that were once blue for years, she stopped, nails barely touching Mika's throat. ]


Mika.

[ It took her a moment to have that rage fizzle out and remove the fog that had cast itself over her logical mind and she pulled back then, gaze softening as much as it could with her.

So he was here. Mika was here. He was alive.

His question caused her to laugh under her breath as she glanced away from and off to the torn bag of plastic that lay on the concrete amidst a pool of blood and red confetti. ]


I don't know what they consider to be blood here but I don't find it amusing.

[ It's only after a sharp fang grazed over her lip that she discovered the red confetti to have stuck itself to her lips. Fingers brushed the glittery red nuisance away and flicked some off each finger one at a time. It seemed as though once this sea of sparkling red attached itself to you, it was difficult to get off. ]

But you. [ She looked him over quickly, assessing him and taking in anything that might possibly be different about him; he didn't seem to be injured to her. ] What are you doing here? I thought I told you to get away with Yuu.
foretokens: (dark one)

touches ur face gently. hi. (also, C)

[personal profile] foretokens 2016-10-19 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[yuu was... out doing something mundane, probably—buying groceries, judging by the paper bag in his arm and bread roll he was currently munching on. He isn't really one to use the amulets much, but the question about vampires, of all things, catches his interest.]

Yeah it's mostly humans, but I've met an Elf, too.

[Just one elf, and it's pretty obvious she wasn't human just by looking at her, even before he knew what she was exactly. He doesn't have much of a problem with the general lach of vampires if he's honest, though He hasn't too much of a clue who it is he's talking to right now either.
divinable: (004)

a.

[personal profile] divinable 2016-10-19 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ today might be a good time for meditation, but the moment doesn't last for long. rayfa is screaming when she rushes past nahyuta, followed by a bunch of snakes. it seems they're attracted to rayfa's fiery personality, but she has no intention of liking them back.

why did she even take this job she thought she could do it... ]


Stay away! Away, I say!
forcelightning: (pic#9886367)

[personal profile] forcelightning 2016-10-19 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh thank goodness. Galen is more then happy to unload a few furballs into the his savior's arms. ]

I'm thinking a relocation to an oven would make me the happiest. With some nice seasonings.

[ He levels a flat glare at the pests. ]

I'm fairly certain one of them keeps trying to bite me.

[ Because you were holding them too tightly Galen. ]
Edited 2016-10-19 02:45 (UTC)
magicpanchira: (pic#6406217)

F -- warning for AA6 spoilers!

[personal profile] magicpanchira 2016-10-19 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ For the very first time in her entire life, Trucy Wright is questioning her life choices. Why had she agreed to accompany Nahyuta for this particular task? She can't quite remember at the moment, because there are literal zombies everywhere. She did not sign up for zombies.

She did not sign up for zombies.

There's a book clutched in her arms, pressed tightly to her chest as her eyes dart around at the undead, and she can feel her left eye give the tiniest of twitches. Nahyuta has managed to dodge a lunging zombie, and he does not at all seem concerned with the fact that these things want to rip the skin from his face.

It's only when he begins to speak does she finally remember why she's doing this: he's Apollo's friend -- family? She's not sure how they really consider one another, but that doesn't matter right now. He's close to Apollo, and that automatically made them friends clearly, despite a certain trial.


Hey! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, can we just-- you know what? Let me help you give them their last rites--

[ As scary as zombies are, she pulls herself together and lifts the book up, slamming it down onto a completely different walking corpse who, while the good Prosecutor is speaking, has been attempting to come up behind him. ]

--how about instead of using words, we use actions and get out of here?!

thirdprogenitor: (pic#10468639)

is touched. hello.

[personal profile] thirdprogenitor 2016-10-19 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crimson eyes flick their gaze off to the side when she hears that voice. It's familiar to her but this proves to be a little on the difficult side of things when one is unable to see the other's face. It doesn't help that she typically doesn't use this sort of method for communication to begin with. ]

So this place must be Hell then.

[ Because with the amount of humans that are supposedly here, it would only make sense with all the crimes they've comitted as a whole. ]
goesbananas: (Grump)

D

[personal profile] goesbananas 2016-10-19 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Well this was something. Like something out of a bad comedy film, really. Winston can't help but rumble a laugh as he shambles over beside the cowboy. Jesse's not a bad guy, not as bad as people want to believe, and that jovial attitude's always sat well with him.

A giant fuzzy arm sweeps out towards one of the scarecrows, knocking it aside and freeing McCree to get up.

"Shoo, get out of here. He's no threat to you, he's just trying to help."

Casually, Winston offers a hand to the prone cowboy, an amused huff following.

"You okay?"
goesbananas: (Say Wut)

C

[personal profile] goesbananas 2016-10-19 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[That voice. That's...well, that's not what he'd expected to hear when he woke up today. An omnic, and one he recognized. Huh. The response is thoughtful, cheerful, and filled with a strong sense of respect for the speaker. Why should there be anything but?]

And it's a privilege to speak with a member of the Shambali, as well. Hello Zenyatta. Are you well this morning?

Edited 2016-10-19 03:05 (UTC)
fistfulofbullets: (Default)

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2016-10-19 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
He's about to pull out his peacemaker and make everything worse for himself when, lo and behold, an old friend comes to the rescue. The scientist shoos off the scarecrows, and McCree can't help but smile underneath the brim of his hat as he takes that hand and pulls himself up.

"Yeah, yeah, only thing bruised is my pride... Say, if anyone asks, there were ten of 'em, alright?"

He shoots a lazy grin up at Winston, brushing himself off.

"Been a while. Good to see you here, Winston."
porte_bonheur: (LB: Can't you see this is serious?!)

[personal profile] porte_bonheur 2016-10-19 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[The loud voice catches her attention, and she turns a wary eye to the newcomer. At first she was glad that someone else showed up, but his words have her reconsidering. Seriously, hell's rabbits??]

Wha... What are you talking about?? I was just keeping the rabbits from eating all of the carrots! [Seriously, it wasn't like she was harming them. What's this guy's deal??]
redpaladin: comotoseroses (pic#10404023)

Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defenders

[personal profile] redpaladin 2016-10-19 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
A.

[He had a fiery temper, they always said. Ha ha, really funny. Somehow he doesn't see how this weird planet, or world, had any right to poke fun at his expense by making his emotions into concentrated balls of fiery annoyance.]

[While that may have seemed cool at first, it was starting to become a problem. Which is why he's currently trying to apologize for accidentally igniting this one poor native's hanging plant after someone rolled their bicycle over his foot. It was a quick burst of anger but it was enough to do in the madam's petunias.]


Look, I'm sorry. I can try to replace them?

B.

[Well, living off the locals wasn't going to be forever, and honestly, Keith really didn't care to depend on strangers if he could avoid it. He hadn't the foggiest idea of where to start with looking for an actual job. It was kind of a jarring shift to go from "Defender of the Universe" to ...tavern dish washer or something equally mundane like that.]

[Ask him to pilot a robotic lion through space? Sure he's all over it. Ask him to work customer service? ...Eeeeh.]

[But then the task board caught his attention. All right, odd jobs he could do. It wasn't like he hadn't done stuff like that for money when he lived out in the desert. You couldn't be can goods with your good looks, after all. His eyes skim the listings, passing over ones that didn't seem interesting or logical. He came across one that stood out. Street fights, huh?]

[So, that's exactly where he was. Standing on his end of the "ring". Sweaty and bruised he puts his fists up and tightens his stance. One down, one chunk of pay, all he had to do was keep going. He was tense and looked calm, but the air around him was warm. Could intensity be an emotion? If so he's radiating it.]

[Care to step into the ring? He's kind of just a punk kid, but his last opponent probably lost his match from underestimating him.]



D.

[Okay, so he'd been told not to outright attack the scarecrows. They were just doing their job really and the farmers really couldn't spend time or money investing in new ones later when their crops were failing. They needed to be calmed]

[Right. He could do this. What would Shiro do in this situation, he's the only one of them with any sort of calm.]

[He approaches carefully to the stomping scarecrow with the ...not so nice pitchfork with his hands up in a placating gesture. He even tries to smile.]


Hey um, buddy. You should calm down or ...something.

[That sounded lame even to him. Ugh, he's not cut out for this. Though the scarecrow does seem to relent a little. Was it working? He moves a little closer.]

See, we're just trying to heaauUU-- Hey!

[Keith just barely dodges getting forked like a cooked casserole. He leaps back and then pulls out his bayard with a growl.]

Okay, then we try this your way!

[Someone should probably step in.]
unyieldingdragon: (just kidding)

[personal profile] unyieldingdragon 2016-10-19 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[When something's afoot it's always a rebel.

He's just watching the scene unfold before him, not sure whether to look unimpressed or laugh. He's going to go with laughing.]


They definitely got where they want you, that's for sure. [Ah Datz, what are we going to do with you? Well time for him to intervene before they decide to skewer his right hand man and cook him like one of his lizard kabobs.] All right, break it up now! [He grabs hold of both scarecows and pushes them both away from Datz.]

Put your weapon away, Datz. [The scarcrows all huddle together before them. W-Who was this man that was exuding so much confidence? This warm breeze encircling the area was just overflowing with a sense of valor. They didn't know how to react to Dhurke, so they turned their attention back to Datz instead. Did he put his weapon away as Dhurke commanded? ]
magicpanchira: (pic#6640622)

D - AA6 spoilers are likely PEOPLE HAVE BEEN WARNED

[personal profile] magicpanchira 2016-10-19 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Trucy's seen better days. Being chased by things that slightly resemble a more sinister Mr. Hat is a little intimidating, even for her. She barely manages to duck under a pitchfork aimed at her, wincing as it pierces her beloved top hat.

It's only when she hears Dhurke's voice that she looks and feels relieved, and she flashes the man a bright grin that shows just how happy she is to see him. ]


Hi, dad! [ Yeah, that's not getting dropped anytime soon. Sorry, Dhurke. ] I'd really love some help, thanks!
malignans: p.p.s. i am the villain (PEER ☥ hisspit)

dio brando | jojo's bizarre adventure: stardust crusaders

[personal profile] malignans 2016-10-19 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
i. and get ready to face the floor
[The biggest difference between this and what he did when he was a boy is that Dio is holding back.]

[When he was a boy, it was about being as quick and as vicious as possible. The speed was necessary to avoid being struck, and the viciousness was necessary to land the deciding blow as soon as possible. This, however, requires a touch of showmanship. Just enough to give the fight something akin to a narrative, and the illusion that it's not truly as imbalanced as it is.]

[Surprisingly, Dio doesn't mind quite so much holding back as he anticipated he would. Which isn't to say that it isn't completely without frustration; as far as Dio is concerned, The World is part of his natural strength and skill, but he understands by the rules of the ring laid here that using The World could very well rob him of his cash prize. Restriction of the world, aside, however, Dio has always found an exquisite sort of pleasure in toying with prey. In the ring, this means not taking his opponent down in a single blow, and occasionally allowing them to land a strike of their own. Though not too many. No, by now, he's built enough of a reputation that it's well-known the chances of him losing are next to none; he can afford to get his opponent riled up by their inability to hit him instead of providing the audience with the false hope that perhaps he's lost momentum finally.]

[And there is a certain amount of grace and style in the way Dio moves, be it an offensive or defensive movement. He reads his opponents perfectly to stretch the fight as long as he needs to go, and then with one final punch, they fall down.]

[Dio stands in stark contrast to his opponent. While they lay on the ground, dirty with blood and sweat, writhing about and moaning in pain, Dio stands perfectly still, untouched and pristine with the exception of a splatter of blood on his face. Dio reaches up with a thumb and wipes the other man's blood off his cheek as a pair of people move out from the crowd to collect the fallen fighter. Dio licks the pad of his thumb, surveying the crowd in a silent challenge for his next competitor.]
ii. you can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella
[In Cairo, Dio would stay awake right until the sky began to change colors. He would force himself to stay for as long as possible, but it was always within brief moments of the sun beginning to peak over the skyline that he was forced to retreat inside his coffin and plunge himself back into the safety of darkness.]

[He didn't do it out of some existential angst, mind you. He didn't long for the sun and he wasn't prone to wax poetic about the divides between himself and other creatures that occupied the waking hours. It was more of a test. Dio ruled over much, but not the sun. So, those mornings acted as his quiet rebellion and challenge to the power of the sun.]

[This morning in Verens, Dio walks outside when it is already mid-morning. He carries himself tall, walking with authority and the bearing someone who was born to aristocracy. Except that he has not entirely defeated the sun here. Oh no, above his head is a parasol that provides him with his own personal shade. After some experimentation, he found the direct sunlight to not be nearly as harmful as it once was, but still powerful enough to give him nasty burns and leave him feeling mildly exhausted. Dio doesn't carry his own parasol and maintain his own shade, however. He prefers keeping both of his hands free.]

[Instead, he has a little help from a rather large friend following close behind him.]

[So, really, it's generally recommended that others move out of their way as they approach, or else they'll find themselves being given a sharp, withering look that's more than capable of letting one's blood run cold as Dio waits to hear an apology or an excuse for not moving.]
unyieldingdragon: (I believe in you)

8')

[personal profile] unyieldingdragon 2016-10-19 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[No matter what Amara thought of him, he will always love her and those feelings will never change for her.

Seeing her be so calm though, took a little time to adjust to. He's used to her being being far more expressive, but that was then and this is now. Anyway, he puts himself between Amara and the scarecrows.]


Hey now, can't you see the lady's trying to save these carrots? She can't do that with all of you crowding around her.
unyieldingdragon: (Not a sushi fan?)

C/E

[personal profile] unyieldingdragon 2016-10-19 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Oh there's no denying that! They're great for parties, surprises...distracting people while you make your getaway. Very useful things. [Dhurke, don't start going into your tales of the resistance.]

Just uh, I don't think they're very effective with removing mold and slime.
morewithhoney: (upon the instruments of death)

i, assuming they've already met because haha that will be fun

[personal profile] morewithhoney 2016-10-19 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[This isn't the type of activity Doppio would be involved in as a fighter. Never. He's neither strong nor particularly fast, and his only advantages here are lent to him by the boss, and would be considered foul play anyway. He'd like to keep all his teeth intact.

No, he's much more at home as a bookie. Fighting rings aren't mob business he usually gets involved in, but they're mob business, and he knows enough to get more heavily involved in Verens.

Dio is going to win. It's not impossible that someone from somewhere else will overpower him, but Doppio's pretty sure that's unlikely. It's not enough that he's sure, though - he has to know how sure the betters are.

Someone will always hope for a big payout and bet on the other guy. He just has to make the winnings appealing enough. He'll have to consider that before the next event.]


Hey - you know that's it for tonight?

[Dio looks like he would really like to punch somebody else in the face tonight, and Doppio can't exactly blame him, but these things work better a little bit more spread out.]
goesbananas: (Satisfied)

[personal profile] goesbananas 2016-10-19 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"If anyone asks, there were at least twenty," Winston rumbled as he set his stance, glowering at the scarecrows. It was trouble, of course, but it always ways something, wasn't it?

"Good to see you too, Jesse. What do you think, should we talk or give them a little taste of what Overwatch can do?"

He may be popping those big knuckles. Maybe. This could be good, harmless fun.
oratorical: (pic#10591578)

A

[personal profile] oratorical 2016-10-19 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, someone did see him. That someone is Leia, passing by on her way to complete some task she'd signed up for. She didn't pay him any attention while he was just sitting there trying to meditate, but the sound of the rock cracking and him falling to the ground causes her to turn in his direction.

She stares, eyebrow raised, for a few seconds as he sits there before walking in his direction and extending her hand.]


Need some help?
fistfulofbullets: (Blowing Smoke)

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2016-10-19 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, definitely twenty." McCree laughs, leaning down to pick up his cigar and dust it off. He pops it back into his mouth, chewing on the end as they formulate a plan- Could talk, that's what the employers asked for. But the way he sees it, if they're too aggressive?

Elimination without hurting the crops is better than nothing.

He takes out his peacemaker and flicks it open, quickly pressing bullets into the cylinder. A smirk spreads across his face as he looks up at his old comrade, cracking his neck and giving a non-chalant shrug of his shoulders.

"Think we should show 'em what Overwatch can do. Just gotta be careful of the crops."