TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER

[empevents]

— TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER —

Welcome to 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!

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Zenyatta | Overwatch

[tekhartha]

prompt a

[There's been so much to take in over the last week or so that Zenyatta has scarcely had time to do anything but learn- the place, the people, their histories, all of them demanded his attention all but exclusively, leaving space only for the practicalities of living in this strange new world. And so, anyone who just so happens to run into Zenyatta today will find him at the foot of a great, twisted tree in the heart of Verens, hovering, legs folded and head bowed, barely a foot off of the ground above its mossy snarl of roots. True, the harmonic thrummings of his body are a touch louder than usual, a little more sonorous, and he does seem to be emitting a little more light than he normally would- but that is hardly unusual, is it? It has been a while since he last meditated.

Deep in his private reverie, it isn't until his olfactory receptors distract him into checking that he realises something else has changed. The roots beneath him are becoming less mossy and decidedly more flowery with every passing second: luminescent white buds that push their way up amongst the tree roots, opening in time to the rhythmic chime of his orbs. Each flower releases a perfume that sits somewhere between lavender and sandalwood.]

What on...? [So much for meditation. Zenyatta's already reaching down to cup a handful of the unseasonal little creations, head cocked to one side in fascination. Of course, he's been told about the effect of emotions here, but he wasn't expecting it to be quite so literal. Who would have guessed that this would be the form tranquillity took?

His gaze follows the line of flowers and green, down the roots and beyond, leaning further and further forward until suddenly he finds that he's not looking at the ground anymore but someone's foot. Feet, even. Covered in flowers. Slowly, he lifts his head and looks up into the owner's face.] ... ah. My apologies. Those appear to be mine.


prompt b aka snakes on another plane of existence

[Admittedly, this was not a task Zenyatta had planned to take on himself; for one thing he's not one for killing the local flora and fauna, regardless of how inconvenient they might be. For another, given how much of the city he still hasn't seen, he wouldn't have known where to start. It was only when he awoke from his nightly stasis to find two snakes curled around his body, seeking the radiant of his internal core, that he found himself admitting that perhaps snake-catching was somewhat more worthy of his time than he'd initially thought.

As it turns out, in fact, he's a real natural. Perhaps it's because they don't recognise his metal body as belonging to another living creature (they aren't to be blamed for their relative philosophical ignorance) but all Zenyatta has to do is settle himself down in a likely-looking spot and wait for them to come slithering out to meet him: across his shoulders, up the legs of his trousers, around his feet. True, they tend to snap and hiss when they realise that their perch is capable of moving and, indeed, capturing them, but the only snake to try his patience ended up with a mouthful of cold, hard titanium. Unfortunate. For the snake, at least.

Before the day is out he's collected an impressive quantity of snakes- but before he calls it a day Zenyatta finds himself hesitating, struck by a sudden thought. Which is why he's rounding on the first person he sees, touching their shoulder lightly with one hand and bowing his head in greeting before he makes his request.]

Excuse me. Would you check my back for snakes? [Zenyatta turns obligingly revealing a skeletal robotic spine- in between the vertebrates sits, yes, one very brightly coloured snake.

It's also tangled in a few of his wires. Because of course it is.]


prompt c

[A deep, thoughtful voice, rich with electronic reverb, comes floating over the amulet; somehow, it sounds like a glowing teal. It's also extraordinarily soothing. Occasionally he's interrupted by a little hum or ring, like a distant wind-chime.]

How wonderful! To think that we should all be connected by this strange contraption... it is a privilege to share in your thoughts, my friends. [and he means to stop there, but somehow he finds himself continuing:] But then, I would like to hope that I have nothing to hide.

[ooc: please feel free to hmu in a pm/ throw a wildcard at me if you want to work something else out!]

Randel Oland | Pumpkin Scissors

[willofthewisp]

B -- But he thought it was candy...

[It was the word 'licorice' that had brought Randel into the strange little bar, ducking through the entry and towering over everyone's heads as he looked around for where the samples might be. He had thought that a bar was a strange place to have such a test-- but, honestly, he's been to stranger locales and tried stranger things.

At the very least, he might meet a nice person. Or...so he thought.

Upon explaining what he understood of the flyer to the barkeep, he was greeted with...many, many pints of beer.

Randel eyed them with surprise. He knew it would take a lot more than that to get him drunk, but was there something that he misread?]

Uhm...

[He dipped down, examining the many glasses from all angles (and underneath the bar-- especially under the bar) before looking askance at the barkeep.]

But...licorice?

C -- Thinking out loud

I wonder where all the cats are at?

[It was an idle thought that Randel had no idea he had transmitted, fiddling with his amulet like he was while he passed through the outskirts of town with a bag of food tucked under his arms. A kind person had insisted on giving it to him after a simple act of helping someone carry their groceries that he hadn't expected repayment for... with their excuse being that he was so much taller than they were. It was impossible to just refuse the gift, because he didn't want to see disappointment in that person's eyes after the pleasant walk and conversation they had shared together

But he knew he wouldn't use a portion of the gift himself, so he wanted to put it to good use. And, there were always populations of feral cats and dogs where ever people lived....

Right?

He glanced down at the bag pensively, wondering how he was going to use all of this if he didn't find any cats.]

Wildcard

[Don't like a prompt? Make one up!]

Alice Malvin | Pumpkin Scissors

[a_noble_flame]

[D - 1]
[At first Alice was proving at least somewhat useful in gathering crops. She's a little overeager about helping with the harvest maybe but at least she seems to be putting her whole heart into it - and sparkling away as she does so.

Now that the scarecrows have started causing trouble, Alice has found a new calling. The petite blond has her sleeves rolled up and is currently pointing a short sword at one of the pitchfork-bearing scarecrows. There may be a bit of fire sparking up from all the burning determination she feels which... well, wouldn't be so bad if this wasn't a field.]

You! Drop your weaponry at once!

[Because she may as well warn a creature made entirely of straw first. It feels like the right thing to do.]

[D - 3]
[Alright, dump positive emotions on them. Positive emotions. Alice is standing near a bushel of corn, her fists clenched as she commands the produce in an energetic tone.]

Think of all the people you will feed! Doesn't that excite you? Doesn't that make you want to be even more bountiful?!

[Does it? The corn itself seems to be indecisive. Alice pauses in her attempts at cheering on produce to look thoughtful.]

Perhaps I'm taking the wrong approach to this situation...

[E - 2]
[Everything here seemed to deal with emotions and emotions were the one topic Alice was decidedly poor with. At the moment she holds one of the light green orbs, her boots goopy from helping with cleaning before.

She holds the orb between both hands, brows raised as she considers it.]

So we... think about things we appreciate?

[She turns a glance to whomever is closest.]

Is that right?

[Wildcard]
[Feel free to throw new prompts at me, combine prompts, whatever! PM with any questions you may have.]

Dhurke | Ace Attorney

[unyieldingdragon]

(ooc: All prompts are spoiler free, but threads will likely have SoJ spoilers)

[B - Street Fighter]

[The atmosphere was fully charged by the cheers from the crowd that has formed in the streets of Verens. A fight was going down between two combatants, though this was not born from unsettled grudges. This was just a fight for personal glory and bragging rights. In a world full of people with different abilities and powers, they meant absolutely nothing here. This was as street fight, using only the skills in hand-to-hand combat. This was something Dhurke could fall behind, not that he wouldn't mind trying his luck against someone with abilities, but this was more his pace. He was now moving onto his third match, so far beating the competition with only the use of his right arm. He hasn't fought an opponent yet that require the use of both his arms yet.]

Come on, is that all you got? I barely broke a sweat! [Says the man who was catching his breath with sweat falling from his forehead. But Dhurke didn't seem deter in the least, ready for some more action.]

[C/E - Thanks Gumshoe]

Are these little guys suppose to shoot confetti...? I think someone delivered the wrong set of explosives.

[There is no context as to what he is even thinking about, but he's currently down on the surface and examining a crate of supposedly positive emotion inducing orbs. Confetti could mean something positive, but he gets the feeling that's not going to help clear out this mess. If anything the confetti is just making an even bigger one.]

[D - Super spooky scarecrows]

[It may just be his looks or this unshakable confidence radiating from Dhurke that the scarecrows aren't trying to pester him as much as the others. Which is fine with him, that just means he could try and assist those who aren't having as much luck shooing away the scarecrows.]

Need some help there?

D (SoJ spoilers very probable!)

[alley_whoops]

[Dhurke isn't the only Defiant Dragon who got pulled into Empatheias. Datz has been around for bit too, making his best attempts to settle in and get used to this weird environment. Still, no matter which world he's in, Datz will be Datz and as such, he excels at getting himself into trouble.

Being assaulted because he tried to sneak his way into a field is old hat. Being assaulted by scarecrows with torches and pitchforks is new. He's fighting them off for the most part, but they just won't stay down. By the time Dhurke arrives, he's trying to fend three scarecrows off at once with a pitchfork that he snatched from one of them.]

Who, me? Naaaaw, isn't it obvious that I've got 'em right where I want 'em? [With that, he manages to smack one scarecrow to the ground, only to be jumped by the other two.] W-whaaaaah!

D - SoJ spoilers likely to abound here!

[hermercifulness]

[Amara could certainly use some help. She'd offered to help out with the rabbits and then some scarecrows decided that she needed to be shooed away as well.

Still, she's a bit hesitant to accept help from Dhurke. She still cared about him, but they'd been apart for so long and she'd been lied to so much by her sister. She can try at least to get to know better the man he has become over the years so she will accept his help for that reason. She keeps herself as outwardly calm as possible.]

If you wish to help. I certainly won't turn it away.

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi | Ace Attorney

[ephemerous]

a. a moment of reflection
[Nahyuta is one who has always been more attuned to emotions than most, a product of both circumstance and of long spiritual practice. Regulation, balance, discipline, temperance: these are all things invaluable to a servant of the Holy Mother. It's no surprise that his inner calm, then, should manifest as a soft glow around him. It's not so bright as to be obvious, but subtly present nonetheless.

It also gives a visual indication of when he's letting his thoughts cloud his mind, when that soft aura grows dimmer and clouded itself. He knows he's worrying excessively about home, with all that has happened and has yet to be done, as well as his concerns of being thrown into this unfamiliar world and all he has yet to learn. Which is why, as early as dawn, he's found a secluded part of the city for reflection, thumbing his prayer beads and reciting a mantra beseeching the Holy Mother to continue to give him strength.

Gradually, the soft glow begins to return, though his eyes remain closed and he lapses into contemplative silence. A butterfly accompanies the glow and flits over to land on Nahyuta's shoulder.]


b. dragon hunting
[The concern of rising monster populations on the task board intrigued Nahyuta, though perhaps for reasons other than what the original request had intended. So he'd set out for the city in the hopes that he might catch a glimpse of a dragon -- or even to stop and admire the wyvern mounts used in the city.

A stray thought passes though his amulet, to anyone who might overhear:]

In my homeland, dragons are considered auspicious creatures, yet others would consider them monstrous creatures to be feared. This land seems to have that much in common with my own... I wonder why that is so?


f. monk vs zombies
[For all that he's being slowly surrounded by skeletal scientists, Nahyuta seems very calm about the situation, and seems more interested in delivering a sermon than defending himself.]

Your putrid existences are an affront to both the living and the dead. Come, and I will deliver your last rites, so that your souls can be laid to rest at last.

[One of them lunges for him, and Nahyuta simply steps out of the way as he continues his lecturing. Maybe someone should interrupt, before he runs the risk of getting himself killed...?]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug || Miraculous Ladybug

[porte_bonheur]

A

[Marinette was thrumming with glee as she made her way through the streets. She loved shopping in Verens' strange markets; so many things to see, wares to browse through, and smells to enjoy. Today was an exceptionally lucky day for her, for clutched in her hands were a couple rolls of colorful, soft fabric that she'd purchased off of one of the vendors. She'd never encountered fabric like this before and already the creative juices were flowing with ideas on what to make with her new find.]

[She's so distracted with her good mood and thought process that she doesn't notice the happy trail of tiny red lights that trail in her wake; upon closer inspection, one would see that they actually take the shape of tiny red ladybugs. She's also so distracted that she doesn't notice the unevenness of the ground as she steps down one street, which causes her to lose her footing.]

WAUGH!!

C

...think that if I were to use that shade of orange, yeah, that looks really classy! Hmm... would adding green make it look too pumpkin-y? ...Oh wait, but if I did this...

[Anyone tuning into the crystals right now would find themselves overhearing what sounds like a stream of conscious from the young designer. So in the groove of her work, she hardly notices that her thoughts are being projected all throughout the crystal network, nor the mental image that forms in her mind as she works.]

Hmm... yeah, I think I like that. Not too flashy, but... yeah. Yeah, this could really work! ...Maybe a nice hat or shawl to go with it...

D (mix of 1 and 2)

Go on! Shoo! You can't be eating these!

[It was a weird request, being asked to scare away rabbits from the carrot patches, but once she realized just how many rabbits there were, Marinette realized that she would probably be needing her spots in order to take care of this job. Ducking into a secluded area, she quickly transformed and was off.]

[Swinging through the patch as Ladybug was a lot easier, and her dramatic entrances were enough to scare away the small rabbits. She took a break to let out a sigh, wiping her brow. She felt bad scaring such cute bunnies, but it was better than having them eat everything.]

This is almost too easy... [She blinked as she heard a growl from behind her. Blinking, the masked hero turned around, surprised to see an entire mob of scarecrows approaching, holding pitchforks and... torches??]

U-Um... hi?

Soundwave | Transformers IDW

[peacewithouttyranny]

B - Street Fight

[It's been a week since Soundwave arrived on this planet and the information he had gotten was a lot to take in. He walked aimlessly while he tried to gather his thought on this situation. A world ruled by emotions. Supernatural beings. Not only that, back on his world Soundwave witnessed Optimus Prime raised a titan with a command. A miracle. Which makes Optimus a true Prime.

But there's something much more important, what will happened to Optimus Prime and Arcee. They were about to face Galvatron before Soundwave was taken to this world. He worried that it may not go so well without him.

His worries was interrupted by the loud cheers coming from the crowd. Filled with curiosity, Soundwave decided to take a look at what the crowds were gathering for. What he saw was something he doesn't like at all.

A group of people fighting and it seems to be an entertainment to the crowds. Soundwave was upset, not because of the street fight, but because he remembered that time he was at the gladiator arena, watching his own kind battling each other and where he met Megatron-- He cringed at the thought. The thought of his former leader-- no, that traitor pummeled Soundwave's mood down even further. Cracks started to form under Soundwave's feet. He had enough of this sight and walk away from the scene wanting to calm his mind in a desolate place.]

D1 - The attack of the hay-man

[While in his alt mode Soundwave watched the organics working on the field at a far distance. He question himself whether he should help with the corps considering he have no idea how harvesting organic plants work. Still, he's trying to be a better person so maybe he should anyway. Can't improve an relationship if you just stay and watch. He was about to help when he spot a group of scarecrows armed with weapons.

That doesn't seem good.

Soundwave quickly accelerate towards the groups of straw mannequin to intercept them, he hit the brake and transform into his robot mode. Soundwave doesn't have his weapon aimed at them yet. Instead he tried a diplomatic approach.]

I suggest you stand down and drop your weapons. Or else I will be force to put you down.

[Well, "tried".]

F1+2 - Skeleton Scientist and Flying Inanimate Objects

[Soundwave for the most part is guarding the parties from the skeletons and the flying equipments. Fighting them is a really easy task for someone who's made of metal and their weapons are not effective against him at all. Although, the stethoscopes are a little bit annoying to deal with. Not wanting to waste his ammos needlessly, he opts to use his fist instead. Still, using his fist is not nearly enough to dispatch the groups of skeleton]

Annoying creatures.

[Transforming into his alt mode. Soundwave drives around the area knocking any skeletons that was in his path and keeping watch on anyone who isn't an enemy to avoid crashing into them.]

[Alternatively, he can be found helping anyone --or you-- in a disadvantageous situation. Either by knocking the skeletons with his alt mode or using his body to protect them from the scalpels or needles. Either way, Soundwave is going to turn around and ask.]

Are you alright?

Wildcard

[Don't see any prompt you like? Feel free to throw me your own!]

[ooc: Soundwave's height is reduced to 7'5"]

Jesse McCree || Overwatch

[fistfulofbullets]

B - The Ring Boss ||

"That the best you got?"

The southern drawl is said through a mouthful of blood, a broken nose gushing across his lips as he smirks, goading his opponent into a trap. Been awhile since he's fought bare-knuckle, but has to admit it's quite the exciting rush. His opponent rushes in, and he dodges, sidestepping and managing to elbow them in the back to topple them over.

"Come on, 'm practically fallin' asleep here-!" It's nothing like the fights he's used to. Deadlock, Blackwatch, and Talon- all of them were far more skilled than anyone here, and it gives him an easy win- even if he'd let the opponent get a few licks in. With another few motions, he slams his metal fist into the side of his opponent's skull, knocking them down for the count.

He wipes the blood off his face with the back of his ungloved right hand, grinning out at the crowd.
"Come on, that the best y'all got?" He looks around the crowd, tries to find someone to fight him. "I'll make a bet- first person who can knock me down gets all my winnings for the night!"

Hopefully someone will face him that's a challenge- maybe one of the strangers, like himself.


D - Scarecrows ||

Mercenary work tended to be a bit... different than this. Thievery, assassination, kidnapping- he's had to do it all, for the greater good. There wasn't a job McCree took that wasn't just, and he'd like to remind himself of that every time he had to face what he's done, not just as a mercenary but as a member of Blackwatch. Good of the many outweigh the few, kill one life to spare a million and all.

Which is why he finds it so strangely refreshing when most of the "hero for hire" ads on the town bulletin are something like trying to calm down some sentient scarecrows that have taken up arms against farmers trying to harvest their crops. Odd. But the likelyhood of anyone getting hurt or him having to do anything illegal are low.

His spurs jingle as he heads to the fields, his peacekeeper pistol holstered and the cigar in his mouth unlit. Should be easy enough, right? Just gotta talk to them, calm them down. Except the moment he enters the field, he feels eyes on him, sees the gleam of a pitchfork in the tall corn stalks.

Well. Could be a little less creepy.

"Alrighty, there, easy now. I ain't here to hurt you." He holds his hands up in surrender, trying to minimize his threatening demeanor. "Just want to talk."

Apparently, however, they didn't. One scarecrow jabs its pitchfork towards him, and another rushes him from behind, causing him to tumble. A yelp, a yell, and he sees someone else in the distance.
"Hey-!" He shouts, tossing a straw-stuffed nightmare off of him.

"Mind givin' me a hand?!"


F - Questionable Liquid ||

This was probably not his best idea.

Already bad enough hospitals gave him the creeps, even ones that were bright and clean and shiny, filled with friendly looking staff. But this? This was a goddamn nightmare waiting to happen. The medical center seemed to be abandoned, and he'd already run into some of the roving skeletons of the previous researchers. They were easy enough to dispose of, but that wasn't exactly why he was here. No, he was looking for shards.

"Place gives me the creeps..." He mutters to himself as his footsteps echo down another abandoned hallway, his hand on his peacemaker. Ever ready, ever vigilant. He needs to just collect a few shards from that strange, dark pink liquid that seems to be collected in random buckets and beakers.

He finds one in what looks like an abandoned surgical suite, and he grimaces as he sticks his fingers into the liquid to retrieve it. It's sticky to the touch, he thinks, considering how it clings to the metallics of his prosthetic arm. Carefully, he holds up the shard to look at it in the dim light-

And is struck by a sensation that almost sends him to his knees, like the breath has been knocked out of him by grief and anguish. Memories flash before his eyes, churning in his brain as he grips at the operating table, accidentally knocks it over in his hurry to get out of there.

This had been a bad idea. And it was about to get worse, as he stumbles through the operating doors and straight into another person.

B

[renkinjutsu]

Probably because despite being from a whole lot of different worlds people seem to be pretty much the same no matter where they come from

[More or less anyway. There's always special circumstances or something that seems to set different worlds or universes or whatever apart, but really—everyone seems a lot more similar than they'd think.]

F2 because there's nobetter way to meet someone who fought a robot war against the robots clearly

[tacticalvisor]

[Soldier: 76 was on the way to handling this himself, thank you. Totally and completely. The fact that he was being dogpiled by skeletons who were seeming to overwhelm him by sheer numbers was just a temporary measure, but we won't say that he's not against someone knocking them away.

It may say something that his pulse rifle is immediately trained on the blue robot, old habits dying extremely hard - put a man in a state where he's fighting for what feels like his life, then throw a form that has a passing resemblance to another set of creatures he once fought against?

It's a long moment before the gun lowers. Slightly.]

...I'm fine.

D SUP SCRUBLORD

[tacticalvisor]

It's chance, mostly, that has him in the area; sure, he saw the ad, figured if the things were giving people trouble he could deal with it, but- well. He didn't exactly go out here looking for anyone other than the scarecrows, much less someone currently being overwhelmed by them. It doesn't mean he doesn't come to help, though - quite the opposite, despite him not being a hero. He's got a job to do, and here's here to do it

and, apparently, save someone else's ass in the process. A very familiar jackass, come to think of it, once his pulse rifle blows some holes through a couple of forms.

"What're you doing screwing around?" he demands as one decides that maybe it should turn its pulse rifle on the one with the bigger gun. This is almost insulting; he fought harder enemies in basic training.

Galen Marek | STar Wars: The Force Unleashed

[forcelightning]

A

[ Galen was fairly certain he'd died. Of course things had been hectic and confusing in those final few moments. He'd fully expected he'd die then you know, become one with the Force or something. He really didn't have a clear idea. He was pretty sure it wasn't this though. And talking with more people in regards to it just raised more questions, though it seemed pretty clear at least that he was, in fact, still alive. Which was a good thing! Very good.

What he needed was to clear his thoughts. Find some focus. Reflect on this.. second chance of a sort. He'd spent his entire young lifetime immersed in darkness and all sorts of Bad Stuff, he'd only just begun to claw his way out. And clearing his thought could only mean a bit of meditation. He sucked at meditation. He still tried though, frequently.

He'd found the perfect spot. A nice serene little clearing, empty save for a few flat boulders and the grass. He sat down on one of them and attempted the whole meditate thing. As per the usual, and especially now, his mind was a swirl of emotion. Fear about what had happened, frustration, undirected anger... however unlike the usual where he just spends a frustrating few minutes struggling to find focus this time... the rock he was sitting on just cracked under his own distress. He'd of course heard how emotions could effect surrounding and all that nonsense but he wasn't expecting. This.

Taken by ridiculous surprise, he tumbled backwards in an inelegant heap and then sat bolt upright looking seven sorts of embarrassed and scandalized, hoping no one saw him. ]

D-1

[ The scene was a gruesome one. Straw everywhere. Some bits slightly singed. Galen looked pleased. Sometimes you were at a point where you just needed to vent your frustrations somehow. And sometimes the solution came flailing at you trying to poke you with a pitchfork.

Did the animated scarecrow deserve to be sliced in half with a lightsaber? Maybe not but Galen certainly felt much better after clipping it back on his belt. ]

D-2

[ Why was he holding this many rabbits? He wasn't certain quite how he'd gotten into this mess. Someone yelled at him to grab a few invaders, and then someone handed him a few, and then suddenly he was alone in a field with an arm full of squirmy rabbits. He wasn't even mad. Just oh so incredibly confused, a few murky bubbles drifting aimlessly around him. ]

...Help?

[ Nothing in his training every prepared him for dealing with small fuzzy things. ]

[fistfulofbullets]

He swears, it's a ghost that comes and saves him from these straw monstrosities. That's how he always thinks of the white-haired man with the pulse rifle, who was currently-

"Aw, hell, what'd you go and do that for?!" He dusts straw off his serape, scowling up at the other man around his cigar.
"Didn't you see we're supposed to make friends with 'em, not go blowing holes in 'em!" Looking back into the corn stalks, he takes a step towards the older man, taking out his pistol and starting to load it.

"Now our job's about to get a lot more difficult. Thanks, Jack."

[tacticalvisor]

Excuse him for saving your ass, McCree. 76 gives the other man a harsh look...not that it can really be seen with his visor. But his posture combined with the little flickers of - whisps? not quite fire-flickers, they're too small for that, but it does seem like 76 is a little annoyed for more than one reason - says quite a bit before he takes another look around.

"Didn't realize friends tried to stab each other with pitchforks. Or is that some mercenary thing I wouldn't know about?"

Besides, he's already moving to kneel next to one and get a better look at it. Cover me is implicit in the action, though he's positioned to keep an eye on McCree in the process.

[fistfulofbullets]

Damage is already done, no use in crying over spilled straw. Still, when the man asks asks if stabbing each other is some sort of mercenary thing, McCree can't help but make a face as he spins the barrel of his pistol.

"Well, now that you mention it, ever tell you how I got this bionic?"

Story for another time, he keeps his eyes in the shadows of the tall cornfield. Shouldn't be too many in here, only four or five. Ten, maximum. And if they can get all of them, well...

Farmers should be able to get to their yield.

"Already know of three, two ran off into he field when you showed up. We need to clear it without damagin' the crops."

krul tepes | owari no seraph

[thirdprogenitor]

[C] hello, is it me you're looking for
[ She's been what some might call "people watching" for awhile now from her spot on the stone ledge of a water fountain. She sits with legs crossed, one over the other, long strands of pink cascading down her shoulders and painted nails of pink tapping rhythmically at the stone beneath her. Her thoughts she's kept mostly to herself, having not exactly dabbled much in the way of the amulet and the strange sort of telepathy that comes with it.

However, today she can't help but wonder and so asks, voice calm yet disappointed at the same time. ]

Are there so few vampires here?


[D-1] if he only had a brain
[ Krul watches while others gather what they can of the crops. It's strange to her to think that this is what humans survive off of. Things that can die so easily be it from weather, animals, or humans themselves with chemicals and pollution and a plethora of other things that often leave their resources dwindling. It amazes her sometimes that they've survived as long as they have and she decides that, no, they don't require her help for survival and that can be left up to them.

Turning to leave, she's stopped by a rather tall scarecrow. To be fair, practically everyone and everything for that matter is taller than her. Still, she's far from helpless when approached with a situation and she's never one to be afraid of others.

She's calm but firm with her words, an unamused expression on her face when she mutters to the scarecrow: ]

Move, straw bag.


[D-2] here comes peter cottontail
[ She's never seen so many rabbits before in her 2000 years of existing. They're tiny and fluffy and cute and she can't help but stare at them as they nibble and munch on the carrots in the carrot patch. At this rate, all that will be left will be green leaves and paw prints in the dirt.

She looks down when she feels a tug and catches sight of a rabbit nibbling on the end of her long, flowing skirt. A tilt of her head, she smiles albeit halfheartedly. ]

Somehow I doubt that tastes good.

[ Crouching down, she picks the nibbling rabbit up in her hands and stares at it with crimson eyes; it's strange how innocent such a creature can appear. ] This is what you want. [ Reaching towards the ground, she plucks a carrot from the dirt and holds it up to the rabbit's mouth, watching as it begins to furiously nibble again. ]

Much better, right?

[ Feeding the rabbit like this is somehow... calming to her and she finds herself sitting in the carrot patch with the nibbling rabbit in her lap, guiding the carrot towards its mouth. So much for trying to chase them out? Painted nails of pink gently caress over the top of the rabbit's head and she feels a bubble of contentment rise up within her...

...along with actual bubbles suddenly drifting around which, of course, she stares at in confusion with those crimson eyes of hers. Since when did carrot patches have bubbles appear like this? ]


[F] she had a cocktail in her hand and confetti in her hair
( warning: blood )

[ It's not the usual way she's drank blood before but with being here now and away from "home", it seems like blood bags are the only means of satisfying her hunger for blood. There's always of course the more common known way her kind indulges in their thirst with a sharp bite to the neck of a human but considering where she is now and the fact that blood was to only be drank in such a way on the battlefield (should you follow certain laws that is), she settles for the blood bag, likening it to the livestock they held within the vampire city of Sanguiem.

She walks down the streets, blood bag in her small hands and stops when she feels that burn in her throat; the thirst for blood.

Never one to be shy about what she is, she tears into the plastic with sharp fangs and sucks on the blood that jostles around in the plastic between her fingers. It's only after a moment of drinking that her brows furrow and she tears the bag away from her mouth, spitting out the blood onto the concrete around her. What she also spits from her mouth and sticks to her lips is confetti. Glittery red confetti. She squeezes the bag, blood pouring out along with a neverending glittering mess of red confetti. She can feel her anger boiling - cracks beginning to bleed in the concrete around her - as she squeezes every last drop of blood and confetti out of the bag, trickling down her arm and onto the concrete in splashes of thick red crimson. ]

What the hell is this?!

WILDCARD
( Don't like any of the prompts? Feel free to throw something else my way. )

[tacticalvisor]

With the high crops, it'd be difficult - even with aimhack the assistance from his visor - to hit them without risking further damage. The so-called farmboy in him is already wincing at what it sees, only to be swiftly shoved back down and silenced as the soldier gets to his feet. Story for another time, indeed- right now he's focusing in on some motion down the way that doesn't seem to be from the wind.

"Shouldn't be hard." Even with minimizing shots. Even if Winston can help with the ammo, it's not exactly endless. May be better to try and sneak up on them and then smack them with the rifle if they turn violent. "Where'd you see 'em?"

C/E

[jamminshield]

[A child's voice quickly answers back.]

What do you mean? A confetti explosion sounds like the best kind of explosion there is!

f

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix, meanwhile, is cowering behind a nearby desk while trying to get Nayuta's attention.]

Um... Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? ...Maybe sometimes it's better to let putrid existences lie? [AKA please come join him in the cool hiding spot. Phoenix regrets bringing him on this field trip so soon after his arrival...]

Indeed

[peacewithouttyranny]

[Soundwave immediately tense when he saw that rifle aim at him. He raise both of his hand in a universal peace gesture hoping not to get shot(he had enough getting shot by humans these days). When the soldier lowers his rifle Soundwave let out a steadying vent of cool air as a sigh of relief.]

I'm glad to see that you're fine.

[Soundwave can't help but wonder if the soldier comes from the same world Soundwave is. Considering his immediate response to point his gun at the cybertronian.]

I'm assuming that you do not have a pleasant experience with our kind.

[Not that he can blame him considering that he and the decepticons first contact on earth was to conquer it.]

D

[hamnation]

[Another teenager appears nearby, with his large scarf billowing in the wind as he looks past the spotted girl and towards the approaching army.]

Kehehe... It seems that the legions of the undead have finally begun their unholy march! [He glances towards the girl.] This must be be the retribution that you have earned for frightening hell's rabbits!

F

[spiritedafey]

[Maya can't help but stand back and watch in disbelief as he begins to spout another one of his sermons, as if it will help him at all with the discontent skeletons.]

Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! [She shouts at him, but is very rudely interrupted by a second skeleton coming at her which she just barely dodges by the skin of her teeth.]

Maybe now is not the time to recite prayers?!?

[Maybe helping her get that research that they were sent to grab would be a better use of his time and breath.]

they can bond over red visors and facemasks

[tacticalvisor]

[His heart is beating a mile a minute, but the words, at least, do a measure more to calm him. The rifle lowers a bit more, though it remains at the ready.

After all, there's more threats than omnics here. Those skeletons, after all. He's displeased with himself for getting swarmed by them in the first place; he's a better soldier than that. And a better one than getting spooked by...

...no, it's not an omnic. Different model. He shakes his head, rolling his neck and reaching up with a gloved hand to rub at the muscle. And even if it was, well.

That war's over.]

Couple rough spots. I'd rather keep 'em in the past.

[He won't start shit if you don't.]