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The Sixth Iteration ([personal profile] sixthiteration) wrote2018-09-28 08:28 pm
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Test Drive 21 (October & November)

Test Drive
→ Holds and applications are always open. Holds are required for all applications.

→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

→ Write LOGS or TEXT prompts, or both.

THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES FOR THE TDM:
1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
3. Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

→ TDM threads cannot be used to meet AC, but if the character is accepted into the game and both players agree, you may keep the CR.

Character want ads are here.


Prompts


  1. 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!

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.
championofsnark: (pissed off)

Staying Power

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-18 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawke was getting comfortable in the area now. She'd explored out a bit, and everything felt solid and real, which was quite nice in comparison to the Fade. The people there were all greeted with a cheery wave whenever she came by, and probably too much chatting for anyone's good, but things could be worse. They could always be worse. She had a bad habit of raiding food supplies when she was feeling peckish, and she'd usually leave a 'sorry!' note, but there wasn't much paper around, and, well, a girl had to eat. Maybe she'd go hunting later. Sure.

She was going on a nice walk with her sandwich, only wishing she had an ale to go with it, when she glanced up at a tree as she passed by casually, and saw a bloody crazy person at the top of it. The being at the top, that wasn't crazy, although a bit ill-advised, but it was him leaning as if he was going to jump and shit he was going to jump. Hawke didn't have time to yell out the reasons he still had to live, mostly because she didn't know if there were any. Why did this always happen to her? She couldn't even put down her sandwich nicely. She had to drop it. It was a split second decision.

As he dropped, she backed up a few steps, getting ready. She was tough as nails and quicker than a snake, but even this was a bit much. Hawke didn't think many things through, and this was a continuation of that fact. As he came closer, she shot forward as fast as she could to try and clumsily catch the man and give him some cushioning before the leaves. The leaves were nice and all, but a fall that high? Bloody hell. She swept underneath him just in time to catch him, crashing into the leaf pile in the process, and the wind was heavily knocked out of her. It'd take a bit for the pain to set in, but damn.

"The fuck were you thinking!" is what she tried to say, around a partial mouthful of leaf.
eaglesonofnone: (to contemplate)

...the Hawke and the Eagle. I'm amused.

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-18 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Midway down, he curved his body, rolled in midair, and splayed himself out, catching the most air possible. He would land on his back in the leaves, as ever - and then he would find another tree, he thought, and climb again.

He didn't see the woman rushing toward him, only knew that his landing was not the puff of leaves he expected. Instead there was the roughness of another body below him, the sound of air being knocked from a pair of lungs - and while he was used to these falls, he knew that whomever he'd landed on was not used to breaking the fall from a Leap of Faith. He himself would have marks from the impact - but that could be dealt with later. He was ready to ask if his unfortunate victim was well, but then Altaïr heard the voice.

A woman. A woman who cursed like a thief in Acre.

He was trying to put words in their correct order, all of these details seeming to clash with one another, making too many questions to ask at once and leaving him to try to tease one out of the multitude. As his mind worked, his only physical action was to reach up and take the leaf from her lips.

Ah, there: One question at the root of all this. "Did you attempt to catch me, or simply walk below at the worst moment?"

championofsnark: (talking annoyed)

Me too, I couldn't resist.

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-19 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Hawke flailed at his hand when he touched the leaf, not really hitting at him, shushing him off. She could take the leaf out of her own mouth, thank you very much, Lord Jumps From Trees. She rolls, much more gracefully than most people would, right into a comfortable crouched position and then to a stand. Things ache, things hurt, but it wasn't her first rodeo getting slammed by the body of another. It was her least favorite version of that, actually.

"Attempt to catch you? I don't know what moment you were in, but I succeeded in bloody catching you!" This probably was not the right way to talk to someone who she only assumed a moment ago was suicidal and jumping from a tall peak for a reason. Anyone else might be talking softly or asking what the matter was, but Hawke huffed, blowing hair out of her eyes. She gave him a quick once over, he didn't seem unstable.

"Listen, I know this place can be a lot, but throwing yourself from a tree is hardly the right choice." There, an attempt was made to get through to him. "At the very least you might want to stab yourself in the heart instead, very quick. Oh, or hanging," she snapped her fingers, "no, no, terrible idea, always the risk of doing it wrong." Hawke paused, narrowing her eyes. "Wait, were we talking about?"
eaglesonofnone: (apart)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-19 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Altaïr... stared.

Admittedly, it wasn't from the best position, still seated on the ground, surrounded by leaves, but he looked up at her where she stood with a degree of disbelief - and more than a degree of confusion.

But then, after a shake of his head, he drew up his knee to rest his arm upon it, gaze as level as it could be from where he sat. "You did not catch me as much as you placed yourself below my landing. I would not have jumped if I were uncertain of my ability to walk away in the end. But this place is new to me, and I am still growing used to the fact that none here are so used to what is normal."

He pulled his legs beneath him and stood, once more wishing for his robes and hood, or at least a ghutrah and iqal. Going bareheaded still sat ill with him. But once he stood and brushed the leaves from his clothing, he gave her a polite bow. "Still. I am grateful for your good intentions, and I apologise for the injuries my landing may have caused."
championofsnark: (listening amused)

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-19 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Hawke's scattered, although she would call it remarkably adaptable and untethered by tight control. She has a tendency to let her mouth wander. He seems fit and capable, and it started to dawn on her he might not have done it for the reasons she thought. Her eyes narrow, and she crosses arms against her chest. "Listen, maybe you can do that where you're from, but around here? What used to work doesn't always anymore. Or so I've heard. I've always been basic at best." Well trained, a killing machine, but nothing special otherwise. Her sister had all the power.

Oh, he's bowing. Oh, he's one of those polite types. Hawke came from a noble bloodline, so she vaguely knew the proper way to do things, but it's been so long since she attempted to remember that. She doesn't wear skirts, so she bows back, with perhaps a little bit of a flourish of her hand with it. For fun. She is, however, more than a bit uncomfortable when people notice when she does good things. It's a bizarre twist of fate, to do good things and hate when it's acknowledged. So she waves a hand airily.

"Anyone would've done it." She knew so many people who would not do it, but she wasn't going to add that. After a pause she offers her hand, calloused and strong from years of fighting each day to survive. "I'm Hawke." A smile started to peek through.
eaglesonofnone: (in plain sight)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-19 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Hawk," he repeated, and the corner of his lip twitched for all he looked at her hand, and then clasped her arm. Perhaps it wasn't the correct gesture where she came from, but to him, a touch to the hand was more intimate than this would allow for. "I am Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. In my language, my name means 'Eagle.' And do not worry about my losing that ability. It comes from years of training. What I have lost was... different."

The state of her hand, however, was not lost on him. It wasn't often that women were fighters. True that his mother was, or so he had heard, but he had never met her or seen her fight. He had only heard of his father's deeds, and seen some few of them. Female assassins were more than rare.

She also bowed in a way that was more English than Saracen, as if her swearing would have allowed for either. Yet her accent reminded him of King Richard's men. Hm.
championofsnark: (listening amused)

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-19 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The arm wasn't that big of a startle, she'd come across enough other races with their own sort of thing. Hawke returned the gesture easily enough. "Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, now that's a mouthful and a half." The man was very capable though, and she liked capable people. Even if she was still pretty certain he shouldn't be jumping off of trees. She did suddenly laugh and clapped her hands. "The Eagle and the Hawke. Only one of us seems to think he can fly, and the other one is very aware that she cannot." Her tone was light and playful. She generally liked people, until they gave her reason not to.

She couldn't place his accent, and she was fairly good at accents of all kind. Kirkwall got all sorts. But since coming here she'd been more aware of the fact that Ferelden, Kirkwall, the Free Marches, they were long behind her. For good or for ill. "Right, well, technically my first name is Marian, but only my family call me that, and they're mostly all dead, so no one really does." Hawke preferred it that way. She didn't want to hear the name Marian and think of her mother's corpse. It brought down the mood.

"Wait, how'd you get up in the tree? That's a long way."
eaglesonofnone: (to know)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-19 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She could, he thought. Fly. With enough training. Enough trust. Anyone could. And why would this fighter not try? But he mentally censured himself. Now wasn't the time to think of such things. He was here for a reason. To learn. To experience. To take in what was shown him. And with her question, he saw the chance to share some of what he'd been shown.

"There is a place some distance from here." A glance to the sky to check the angle of the sun and he pointed. "In that direction. There is a thing there called a vending machine. It has a list on it of abilities. One of them was my own when it was taken from me, but if I'm to experience something, it should be something new."

And then, in light - vibrantly light, almost amber or yellow - eyes, there was a spark of wonder before he could calm it to his usual way. "Watch," he said, and then he was, with hands and toes, climbing the tree at a near sprint without using branches. He was sticking to the side without holding on, and once he was a significant distance up, he shifted so his arm was around the trunk, his foot braced against it, while the others hung free. "It's a wonder!"
championofsnark: (laughing)

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-20 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"A vending what?" It sounded like vendor, which probably meant merchant, and she knew what machines were, in the sense of what they were used for. So a merchant machine? Take out the person element, keep it cold, not a bad system really. Hawke glanced in the direction he pointed and made mental note of it. By the time she looked back he was moving, and she watched him curiously. When he showed off the power in question, her eyes widened, and then she laughed out loud in delight.

"That's amazing!" Hawke moved underneath him, not to catch him this time, no thanks, but just to get a better angle. "I wish I had one of those vending whatevers where I'm from, do you know how much time I could have saved climbing on a wall or a ceiling instead of trying to sneak up behind someone?" She was trained for stealth or long distance fighting, and while she was rather good at it, if her track record said anything, she still would always pick the easy route if she could. Stabby stabby and then the pub. Oh those were the days.

No sense dwelling though. She put a finger against her nose and then pointed at him, getting an idea. "Did you see if flying was possible? Cause if so I am going to lose my mind." It was one step closer to being the dragon she was always meant to be.
eaglesonofnone: (apart)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-20 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't see flying among the list--"

But then he was using his own inborne skills to leap from branch to branch, jumping from a lower one for her sake, and rolling as he hit the ground. "But if you need lessons on climbing, those I can give. Those of my Order are master climbers."

He didn't mention why. There were some things people didn't need to know. Some things that were best left unsaid. He knew many here were fighters, but how many were killers like him? There was a difference in killing someone in self defense and acting as they had - treating people as pawns.

Worst was that he couldn't regret it, even with all that had happened.

"This tree would not have been a challenge, even without this power, until the branches began to be too sparse." That was safer to say.
championofsnark: (wide smile)

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-20 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawke watched him move, and she was impressed. She knew the way soldiers moved, rogues moved, mages moved, assassins moved. She was surrounded by all of the above. There was a very knowing gleam in her dark eyes, but she wasn't about to start throwing around any assumptions. He hadn't made himself an enemy yet. She was hopeful he wouldn't. Chasing after him without those powers would be quite frustrating, but you know, beggars couldn't be choosers. It was nice, not having anyone try to kill her this week yet.

"I'm not the strongest climber, I'll admit. It hasn't really come up. I haven't been in this much outdoorsy space in a long while." Outside of the long expanse of the road she had to hide on and get around. There was a time as a child she could remember trees and fields, before things were wrapped up into darkness and death. Vaguely. "Now I can jump and roll like you just did, but with a higher risk of falling on my face." She doesn't have pride to injure, so she's always up for making fun of herself.

"I suppose I could use a lesson. Let's think about what I can trade." Hawke tapped a finger to her chin, because of course there was a trade involved. No one did something for nothing. She did, that is, she did things for nothing all the time, but that's how she ended up in a few dozen messes, so. "I'm an expert archer, I make my own arrows, I could help you with that. I have a feeling you don't need combat training." The way he carried himself? No way. "Lock picking? If you ever need to steal ... borrow something." She made quotation marks around the borrow with a grin.
eaglesonofnone: (hidden)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-21 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Her correction from steal to borrow brought him first to smirk and then to chuckle. He held up a hand and corrected her correction: "Steal.

"I am versed in picking locks, but the tool I use didn't arrive with me. I am also more practiced in throwing knives than archery. It wouldn't do me ill to learn more. Perhaps we can trade instruction." And perhaps, a part of him thought, this was what he had been sent to do. Learn how to be a mentor by starting with these people. To make certain they would fight, in their own way, when their versions of the Templar Order began to encroach.

The more he thought about it, the more he liked it, and nodded to himself in decision. "More should know how to defend themselves this way."
championofsnark: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-21 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gasp!" Yes, she says the word instead of doing it, for extra comedic effect. "Are you accusing me of being a thief, sirrah? Because I am a good upstanding member of the non-existing gentry." Hawke winks.

"You had a type of tool that you can't just replicate with a good blade or picks?" Hawke never had fancy tools to speak of, she used whatever was there. "I'm a knife user myself. Mine are gone though, they didn't come here with me. Which is a real shame, as I spent a lot of money and time on them." She knew beggars couldn't be choosers, she wasn't dead, but it would've been nice to keep the armor and the knives. And the bow, although she'd already gone about making a new one for herself here.

"Archery requires patience, stealth, and impressive biceps, which you seem like you have in spades." It's funny, since Hawke is full of life and not appearing to have the first two at all, but she gets very serious once a bow and a fight is in her hands. She tilts her head at him curiously, tapping a finger to her mouth. "You know ... I'm used to being around warriors all the time. Training's not really something I do much of. Could be fun."
eaglesonofnone: (to contemplate)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-21 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have taught others by example, less by effort," he said, "but that was due to change swiftly where I was from."

Where he would be again, in time.

"I believe that may be why I am here. To have new experiences. To learn from them. To use them to teach when I return." So he would not be the mentor Al Mual-- No. He was no longer worthy of that name. Rashid ad-Din Sinan. He would not be the mentor Rashid ad-Din Sinan had been. He would be a leader worth following, moulded by knowledge and experience rather than enforcing his will so heavily. "It behooves me to learn."

The words came back to him, though, as they often did, reminding him of how inextricably linked knowledge was with sorrow. He had already shouldered the burden once, though. Out of pride. Now out of duty.
championofsnark: (hiding smile)

I see your convo with Jacob player join usssss

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-22 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawke blinks at the man and then chuckles. "So what, we're meant to be here? Somebody kidnapped us from our worlds and brought us here, and it's divine intervention?" She wouldn't be surprised if gods or some powerful whoevers did intervene. Who else had this kind of power? "Hmmm. I did always have a mix of extraordinary and horrible luck. I'm taken here against my will, yeah, but I was also about to die." She's rather accepting of that fact, even if she'd been slightly terrified at the time. Death had been nipping at her heels for a long while.

She wonders if Varric managed to tell everyone. They'd been spread out. What Bethany might have said, being the very last of their family left alive. It wasn't a question that occurred to her when she sacrificing herself. Too many seconds spent in that question was shaken off quickly. Yuck. Bad thoughts. Shake it off, Hawke. "There's a lot of interesting people here to learn from, if that's your thing."
eaglesonofnone: (apart)

I think at this point I'm mostly just missing writing samples unless I want to submit a smut thread.

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-22 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Altaïr held up a hand. "I cannot speak for everyone, but I have every reason to believe I am meant to be here. Perhaps your own worlds have reasons. Mine, in my view, was clear. Perhaps you were meant to come to continue your life. Perhaps one world saw that you had run your course there and another found need of you. I cannot say. I can only speak for myself.

"But you are far from wrong in what you have said. The number of people here, their different worlds - there is much for me to learn. Though I doubt there is enough that I could teach to make the exchange balanced."

Though, now, he wondered. He had kept secrets of Masyaf and the Assassins for a reason - more than one. But now, he was to be their mentor. Didn't he have the right to challenge those secrets? To reveal them, if he saw fit?

Something else to consider.
championofsnark: (close listening)

pretty sure your threads here can count!

[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-24 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Hawke studies him as he talks. It must be interesting, to have that kind of certainty. She's the opposite, uncertain at every turn, making it all up as she goes along. The big picture was never her strong suit, which is probably why she never saw the disasters of her life coming. "I've always leaned toward the world is chaos without any logic or reason, but yours does sound better and less nihilistic."

She crosses her arms and shrugs shoulders. "I'm sure you could teach plenty. It wouldn't need to be balanced as long as there's some effort involved, yeah?" Who knows what balanced looks like, really. She certainly doesn't. "I've been offering hunting lessons. Seems like the thing to do. Though I haven't figured out all the options around here worth eating." They had to eat though, and Hawke didn't mind providing it.
eaglesonofnone: (of the truth)

I've got this one linked, and the NSFW one. Got some people looking over it before I submit. >.>

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-10-24 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
The way she spoke at first - having looked into the Apple, having heard the plans of the Templars - put the thought into his mind, and he spoke it without a moment's thought: "You would fit well with my Order."

But then he knew he'd need to explain.

"We've only begun the fight, but we are determined to keep humanity free. There are those who would control our thoughts and our actions by force. Now that we know of them, it's become our task to defend against them - to keep a degree of chaos instead of rigid order. Some structure is good."

Altaïr motioned to the town beyond. "Even here, there is order in providing for others, in keeping the community strong until the full purpose can be found. Order in teaching one another skills so we all may survive. But we teach, we learn, and we act of our will instead of being forced."