sixthiteration | Test Drive 21 (October & November)

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1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
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Prompts

STAYING POWER - Go down to the bunker, they said. You can get yourself amazing powers from the vending machine, they said. Well, you've done that, and you've made your choice, but one thing nobody told you was that unless it's a power you're familiar with, you might be on a teensy bit of a learning curve when it comes to keeping it under control. You have a week to figure it out without killing anyone; have fun!

FORGIVE AND... - You poor thing, you've gotten into some dust moths. Not that you can remember that, because depending on how big that swarm was and how quickly you got out of it, you might not remember much at all. Better hope somebody's got some Forget Me Nots on hand.

HIT & RUN - Life in the village can be pretty sleepy... until suddenly, it's not. Were you being a troublemaker? Were you disturbing the local wildlife? Because it's now disturbing you, chasing you down the street in front of everyone. Maybe it's a herd of chupapaca or a swarm of fireflies. Or maybe you went old school and it's just a really pissed off badger. Godspeed and good luck.

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
- Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name

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

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What numbers are important?

I mean, they're all important when you're a kid, but you know

13, because you're a teenager now, and if you're Jewish that means bar mitzvah

or bat mitzvah if you're a girl, because genders are still a thing, apparently

18, old enough to vote, or get drafted, see an R-rated movie, be considered an adult by the rest of society, sort of

21, old enough to drink legally

after that, it's just decades, I think. as many as you get

"If you are human or dwarven all is fair and fine and good. If you are Elven?" He huffs, lips twisting in a wry curl. "It is another story entirely. We are...expendable labor? For the most part. If you are lucky you may find a kindly noble to take you in as a House Pet, provided you perform your duties well and do not find them entirely loathsome."

Which can be, perhaps, the difficult part. The roll of his shoulders is as eloquent as it is fluid. Such is life, what can one do but endure? "I fear perhaps you would be seen as a demon rather than the ever so dashing man you truly are- and what a shame that might be."

"That is a mistake that's made often enough," Kurt admits. "An understandable one, given what people are told to expect demons to look like." And that technically, he'd been fathered by one. Sort of.

It, like everything else in his life, was complicated.

"But I'm glad to hear you can at least see the truth of things." Sweet, sweet flattery. It's not the thunderous applause of a crowd under a big-top tent, but it's almost as nice.

"You look less like those from my home, I can say that much. Usually they have more horns and less inviting, velvety skin." Zev turns Kurt's hand back around, lifting with little confusion as to the finger situation, he had fewer but seemed dexterous enough, though it does bring into question what else may be different on his person but-

Even shameless as Zevran is? There are things one does not ask upon first acquaintance. At least outside of a whorehouse. Maintaining eye contact he offers a sly wink, pressing his lips to the back of Kurt's hand. It is- smooth. Pleasing against his lips and it does make him wonder what it'd be like to kiss the rest of him but- ah, business first. "For which I think we are the poorer. Far more would fall into temptation were they like you, Bello."

STAYING POWER.
Cassandra’s never been the magical ability sort. That had been left to some of her siblings, and some of her brother’s companions. Even her brother himself has his own... particular sort of powers. But she’d been curious when someone had mentioned this... vending machine (not that she knows precisely what that’s supposed to be).

It’s easy enough to figure out, and she’d given into her curiosity and pressed the button... and here she is. Standing outside and far enough away from... well, anyone and anything important. And trying very hard to get a handle on her new powers.

Which, if the small tornado whirling in front of her is any indication, is a work-in-progress.

“Oh, Pelor,” she mutters under her breath, trying very hard to order her thoughts, to calm the winds she’d manipulated instinctively in a moment of frustration and a hand gesture. Brow furrowed, she gazes up at her storm with stubborn blue-grey eyes, takes a slow breath... and then another.

And finally, the whirlwind slows, falters, before dying out entirely.

Taking a moment, she steadies her footing, focuses her thoughts... and tries again. She needs to be better at this if she wants to trust herself around others. If she wants to not cause a natural disaster. A thought, and a flick of her wrist (it’s silly, but she can’t quite help it), and a strong breeze carries across the clearing.

Better.

HIT AND RUN.
What Cassandra wouldn’t give for the ability to communicate with animals. At this point she’d even take the ability to summon bees or control plants (even if they wouldn’t be as useful as other gifts they would be something). She might be lacking in the gifts given to her by the gods when she’d agreed to fight for them, but she has not lost what she’d learned through training with Daud and Sunny.

Which is fortunate, given that she’s apparently angered some of the local wildlife. The rather large cat doesn’t look pleased with her at all. In fact, it looks at her as though she’s lunch. “Oh Pelor,” she mutters under her breath. The stick she’s holding makes a rather useless weapon, but at least she has something.

Hopefully she won’t need to use it.

They stare at each other for several long moments, as Cassandra carefully evaluates her options. The trees are her best bet, and while they’re not rooftops, they’re good enough. The cat might be able to climb after her but might not be able to follow through the branches. She turns on her heel and takes off. The cat growls in response and gives chase.

WILD CARD.

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He takes her hand, but there's still caution. Like with all unfamiliar faces, the thought that it could be his mother is always a possibility. Or she's carrying some kind of contact-based telepathic virus that's about to infiltrate the entire team through him. Or she's a robot programmed by Arcade. Or whatever other absolutely gloriously ridiculous potential threat to his life, limb and/or soul awaits him.

"Kurt Wagner," he says, with the charmed enthusiasm of not only someone happy not to be feared, but with perhaps a touch of someone happy not to be recognized. One of the easier faces to put to the phrase "mutant threat," in cable news footage, he's grown used to fear turning in to anger.

Why would you get a different one if you're a girl?

She could be any one of those things, this is true. But she's genuine in her smile, taking his hand and tucking his arm next to hers so they're walking side by side idea of her leading him.

"Are you new here, Kurt? I'm fairly new myself. "

Conversational, see what he could remember while she got them both someplace safe.

Where Connor had been confident bordering on cocky just moments before, those fell away completely as Altair asked for his help and instruction. There was no reason to make an attempt at shame or embarrassment. They were both assassins - and while his wild bravado and pride would often lead him to think he was untouchable, he was not afraid to admit that Altair was better. This was something he could teach him in return.

"You must use the over-hanging branches to swing across." Pointing towards the thick, roping branches as he spoke, ensuring that Altair could follow easily. "They lead near enough to the next tree."

I mean the actual ceremony is pretty much the same, but there's still a different word for it

My family's reformed so girls and guys both have theirs at 13 but I think in Orthodox girls do theirs at 12? Something about puberty

"If you're certain," Evie says, trying to sound agreeable. It generally doesn't go over well to accuse someone of lying to their face, after all.

"It's only that I've heard these firefly bites have caused some people to feel ill — I was hoping you weren't experiencing any of the effects."

Reasonable, but it's also a subtle prod to see if Anne might reconsider her answer — or double down on it.

Evie manages not to roll her eyes. But only just.

"Well, do try not to get too distracted," she cautions, meaning it even though her tone is light. She has enough tact not to actually come out and remind him about Maxwell Roth, because underneath his cavalier attitude she imagines that must still be a sore spot. "And if you do discover anything that's likely to be a Templar plot I hope you'll warn me first." Before you rush in and cause a fuss goes unspoken. When they've had problems it's usually — not always, she does remember Lucy Thorne, but usually — because Jacob got ahead of himself in dealing with a Templar threat and didn't tell Evie in advance.

Is she ever going to forget that time he almost broke the British economy and she had to hear about it from Sergeant Abberline? Probably not.

"I think we've a responsibility to protect these people now we're here. If there are Templars involved, this could all get out of hand rather quickly."

Which, of course, doesn't mean they can't have fun while they're here. It just also means Evie's keeping that responsibility in the back of her head, and she hopes Jacob's going to do the same.

"Trust me," he says, looking less than amused, even if he is the one that broached that subject when he mentioned it. "There are mistakes I have no intention of making again." Except that they both know that it's likely to happen again. Between ego and a desire to be easily charmed, Jacob doesn't entirely make it hard for someone to use him in those ways if they tried. Though one could hope he might well be more on guard than he's been in the past.

Of course, if there's lessons he should learn, not rushing off on a whim before seeking out Evie first is something one might hope he's learned at this point. There's no guarantees on that either.

"Of course," he says, his face screwing up and making a face at her as if that was preposterous to insinuate that he wouldn't do just that. "We have one another in this place, Evie, and we have to be there for one another. Not that it will always be like that," he allows, not wanting to strike a sore spot about the lack of a certain other from their life in this place. Much as he might chide Evie about him, he knows how much they could use him here. If nothing else. But even if he won't admit it, part of it is for her sake.

'And if there's not templars it may get worse trying to work out who. Templars at least make sense." To them and perhaps others. "Not sure which is worse to think about though."

"I mean, I do feel a little flushed, but that can just be because I'm nervous, about --" making a motion towards the window, indicating the obvious stalker.

But if she is sick with something, it would be a good idea to get some medication, or at least a checkup.

"You think it could be the fireflies?" Frowning slightly, looking at Evie and then down at the welts on her arm even as she tries to resist the urge to scratch them.

That's so odd!

"Yes ... " She admitted sheepishly.

She was relieved to hear that he was definitely fine, but his comment about not needing the stick confused her.

"But, Master always said -- "

This person clearly had the hang of his powers too, though ... so maybe it was different for something that had been "purchased" in this way? Farnese wasn't sure. Schierke had never mentioned anything about using words rather than a physical item. She seemed stuck on the idea of performing this magic by words alone.

"You won't ... get lost, without a stick? That is what I was taught."

Farnese's mouth worked at his mutterings, unsure of how to proceed. She certainly understood the feeling of being unable to trust some of the people around you, but hadn't the faintest where to begin in assuaging that fear.

She thought back to when she had first arrived. Someone had taken her to get food, hadn't they? Food would probably help the man settle in a little bit, feel more grounded.

She debated for a moment, before she took a step backwards, back towards the street.

"I understand if you prefer to stay here, but ... I was taken to a kitchen, when I first came here. Having something to eat helped me not feel so afraid ... a little bit." Admitting that she was still afraid wasn't easy, but it was definitely true. This place was full of new and terrifying things.

7's hunting for game when she sees the odd weather patterns and goes to investigate. She crouches low in the grass to watch, spear at her side and bola equipped to her belt. This resident wasn't likely to be a threat, but 7 liked to be prepared, especially when powers were involved.

She thought she'd be fine hanging out on the fringe until there was a break in the 'weather ', but then a tornado comes closer and she's flushed from her hiding spot; leaping up and darting off to the side to keep out of harm's way.

"Not bad. "

Since she's out, now, might as well say 'hi'.

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"Yeah, well, let's assume that warning people that their magical ability machine might be a danger to themselves and others is likely not on their radar. What do they care if their prisoners blow one another up? Come on. They'll just kidnap some more," he says in bright cheery tones that don't match the darkness in his expression.

"Tried a bit smaller? Maybe in a fireplace or some such? Maybe if it's where fire's meant to be it won't get so bad?" It's a theory, and one he wouldn't know if might work or not, if only that he's yet to toy with that machine.

At Connor's words and his indication, he looked up, and now-- "Ah. So I see. These are the patterns my eyes need to learn." And then, after a low sound that might have been a chuckle, he shook his head. "This land is so different from any I've known..."

But then he was moving again, jumping to the first, swinging to the next, and the next. As he moved, he gained a better understanding of what he could do when, how far each swing could take him, and how much momentum he could trust. At one point, he swung too near the end of a branch and it began to droop under his weight, but he was able to move nearer the trunk before the branch gave way--

"And something I will still need to practice, I see," he said after finding that thicker branch on the next tree and gaining his footing there.

Was he hungry?

Did he trust her enough to take him to a kitchen rather than--

Where? What did he think would happen? With his eyes narrowed, he had to consider the possibilities. Where would he be taken if not a kitchen? Thoughts of stone and darkness came to him, though he couldn't figure out what it was that meant. And yet the fact that she admitted some fear - was that truth or was she simply trying to gain a connection to him?

And what sort of man was he to have so many suspicions?

"...I will follow. For now."

Farnese seemed relieved that he agreed to follow. She turned on her heel to start leading the way, but stopped halfway, realizing she had forgotten her manners entirely. Being out on the sea for so long with hardly anyone new to talk to had left her unpracticed, now that she was being forced to socialize with so many people she had never met.

After an awkward beat, she turned back on her heel again to face him properly, curtsying. "I'm sorry. I forgot. My name is Farnese," she added weakly, with a small smile. "I'll ... take you there now."

Talking to people is hard.

"And here I am all out of fennel." Tony's lips twist despite himself, something deeply rooted in his chest curling up and twisting. Like a knife dragging along his ribs from the inside and- no, he'd rather not dig into that. "Just- I'll see if we've got an extract in the medical kit. We've been playing around with tinctures- I say we but I mean Bruce and Peter."

The Chemists, the Biologists, the people that handle the people sciences rather than the technology that Tony lives and breathes.

Staying Power

It was actually not an unfamiliar concept to Kassandra to learn a new ability from a strange machine. True, it looked very different to the devices with the sparkling lights that were hidden in the depths of tombs across Hellas, and she had to do more to make it do what she wanted, but she thought she'd worked it out.

Who knew all that time chasing artefacts for Atlantis would be so useful here?

The difficulty was choosing which power she wanted. Many of them could be useful here. Many of them would have been useful in her quest across Hellas, too. Shooting fire from her eyes would be useful, but so would super strength or teleportation.

"How am I supposed to choose just one?"

Hit and Run

"Malaka!"

If she'd had Ikaros with her, this wouldn't have happened. Ikaros would have told her there was a pack of wolves in the clearing she was headed for, and she could have chosen another path. Or prepared herself for a fight, but even Kassandra wasn't feeling ready for a fistfight with an entire wolf pack, since her spear had apparently stayed in Hellas with her eagle.

So Kassandra of Sparta, Eagle-Bearer, misthios and bane of the Cult of Kosmos, was running through the forest with the snapping of wolves at her heels. She was good at running; she'd been working on it all her life, and unlike most Spartans, she'd never been too proud to run away from a fight when it was too much for her to handle.

She kept an eye on the trees approaching, and when she saw one tall and strong enough, she ran at it, reaching out to grab and swing her way up into the branches, and she kept climbing. She'd learned the limits of wolves' abilities to climb after their prey when she was but a girl.

"Watch out!" she called out when she saw someone approaching. "There are wolves tracking me!"

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Test Drive 21 (October & November)

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Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role (+previous game memories)

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c: i'm so glad i picked her up tbh

I'm glad you did too. I have his app done >.> but have to wait until 12/1

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No worries!! I hope you're feeling better!

Staying Power

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/bites stick

Getting there, bit by bit!

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