sixthiteration | Test Drive 19

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2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
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Prompts

July is going to be wet and wild, villagers. Keep an eye to the sky and hold onto your hats!

SAVING FACE - Look at you, trying to save that goat or dog or ZALPACA that's gotten stranded in a particularly nasty storm! You're a regular hero, trudging up that cliffside or swiming across that creek! Unfortunately, the sky didn't get the memo about your heroics, and it's just opened up even more. Finishing this job just got a heck of a lot worse. Good thing someone else just showed up to help both you and your animal pal. You hope. It's possible they're just there to laugh at you.

PANTS ON FIRE - You know what's great? When the storm breaks, the skies start to clear and everything looks sunny again. You know what's not? When the weather pushes the LYING MIST down from the mountainside while you're out trying to clean up. Hope you don't have any whoppers you're trying to keep secret!

SINK OR SWIM - The days when it's not storming are just beautiful, and the village river is running high. There are spots out of the current that are perfect for a cool dip or lounging on the shore, but take care you don't go out too far and get swept away. Oh, and watch out for the RAINBOW CRABS, those claws are sharp.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text messages to other villagers.

- Texts may only be 140 characters long
- No video or voice, text only
- No usernames, everyone is listed by their name

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Oh finally something good. FINALLY. All this pain and frusration pays off just for one glorious moment.]

Oh however will you survive. Poor little baby.

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No. I'm going to die right here, with a disappointed semi. Dig a big grave tho, my dick needs room.

Oh stop whining, and come now, we both know you don't need much room for one so small.

[ Petty, thy name is Vergil. ]

Tell that to all the ass that leaves my trailer happy. When's the last time you got your dick wet again? Going to waste, bro

Classy as always, and don't call me that. We are no longer brothers. You made your choice.

One of us has to be, since you're a flaccid bastard. I made the choice you should have.

As always, you know nothing, Dante. I beg to differ, you left the world unguarded for the next... you know what.

[ KingNothing is still typing.]

I will NOT have a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent. You are unworthy.

Its a shame I'm missing out on the fun of you trying to throw whatever the fuck this thing on our wrist is across the room.

No one is armed with your color crayon, you're right.

Can everyone see this?

[ And Dante was right, he might also be bashing his wrist against a table.]

Shut up.

And yes, it is fully public. Everyone can see you being your colorful self.

[ Don't leave Dante, stay. He's just pissy but he misses you.]

Better this then a rap sheet.

[And unlike some people here, he didn't care what people thought.]

You found a way outta this place yet or am I gonna have to do the heavy lifting again

You realize this could be a chance to turn a new leaf, be the better man I KNOW has to be in there under all the beer and rage.

[ Vergil cared so much. Way to much. ]

I have been looking, and even the records show there is no escape. We arrive and we don't leave until whatever wills this place

[ Fuck he hates text limits. ]

dictates it.

Look whos all suddenly afterschool special. What's next, a lecture on the virtues of abstinece?

[How many times had he heard his public defense lawyers, his parole officers, his judges say the same. damn. thing. What did they know about him anyway? Vergil knew him as a boy but so so much had changed since then.]

fuck.

Must you, I was trying to be civil.

[ Come on Dante, haven't you figure it out yet? Little bro's still in his shiny wrapper. Humans are unworthy after all. As boys they were more alike, now Vergil's been spoiled by a lavish life and a twisted sense of right and wrong.]

Yes, fuck indeed.

For once in my life, I /am/ the better man, Vergil.

And you leave my baby out of it, it didn't do anything to you.

I'm going to let you have your petty victory. Since history is written by the victor.

[ Its a bitter pill to swallow.]

What baby is this? You have so many.

[ Dante was going to revel in it. It was an admission he needed from Vergil. He deserved it. ]

Beer has been around longer than us. Something something respect your elders something something

Are you telling me to respect beer? Are you already drunk? Where did you even find the means to be intoxicated already?

[ Dante gets that victory, he earned it. ]

Not yet but Ive got a whole bottle of rubbing alcohol to get through - give it time

and no you can't have any

Uhh, Dante, brother mine... I am nearly certain that rubbing alcohol is poisonius when drank. We are human here.

[ Can you hear him face palming.]

I have tea, I am quite content to not ruin any brain cells with you.

...what? Pretty sure that the drunk guy that I used to sell stolen shit to wasn't poisoned... at least not by this...

..maybe..

[Vergil didn't need to know he put it down, or how much it disappointed him.]

I figured the burning would go away by the time I finish it

Are you sure it is not mouth wash you are thinking of? I am consulting the books here. Do not die before I can kill you.

Please Dante, put the rubbing alcohol down and I will tell you where they store the cannabis.

[ He's still hurt, angry and such, but please don't die Dante.]

Calm down Daddy Warbucks, youre not gonna get rid of me that easily. Not that you could kill me anyway.

But don't hold out either - where's the smoke?

...Don't call me that ever again. There are people who will take it wrong. You do not know that. As you so lovingly reminded, you don't even know me.

Come to the Inn. I will take you myself. No weapons, and don't speak to me. I'm not talking to you.

It's a hard-knock life aint it

Im on my way

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Still lamenting the loss of real clothes, Dante sighed as he made his way towards the Inn, blue eyes lazily scanning his surroundings as he went. The lack of booze, the lack of distraction made him itch for anything to fill that time. Maybe the grass would chill him the fuck back out.

"Yo, Vergil!" Look, civility. He didn't even call him a fuckwad, though he thought it rebelliously anyway, and frankly, after the last time they saw each other, he wasn't itching to get into any tight spaces with the man anyway.

Vergil had phased away from Dante with a gaping chest wound and the hurtful words 'I loved you, brother.' He has no idea what life had dealt him when he phased away, because he woke up in the fountain. The wound healed and stuck in the dreadful place for a little while now. His silvery locks were dirty and messy, his white tank top stained from a hard day of learning archery and other skills. He was trying here... mostly because starving is on the list of ways he doesn't want to die by.

He glared at Dante, ONE RULE DANTE, he gave him one damn rule. Well, it's clearly his brother. He pushed off the post he was leaning on and started walking. Not even dignifying Dante with an answer. He was clearly breathing and not dying at the moment. At least he trusted Dante not to go Brutus on him and stab him in the back this time. Yes he was playing victim. SO HURT. SO BETRAYED. His chest started throbbing as he walked, he tried to ignore it as he walked, show no sign of discomfort even with the pain building.

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