sixthiteration | Test Drive 21 (October & November)

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→ 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.

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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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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.

Edited 2018-11-18 10:50 (UTC)

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'.

Edited 2018-11-19 05:09 (UTC)

Cassandra doesn’t expect an audience, doesn’t expect anyone at all, although she’s not quite caught by surprise when her accidental tornado sends someone darting out of the grass (her training in Rome has done more than simply improve her ability to fight), but she does blink at the sight of the unfamiliar woman, watching her thoughtfully. And more than a little warily. She’d spent nearly half a year preparing for war with the Titans, and with everything that they had thrown at the complex it’s difficult to let her guard down to any real degree.

“Thank you,” she replies with an amused smirk and slight nod of her head.

7's of a similar predicament, in that her whole life had either been fighting or tense silence between bouts; it's been a struggle to learn to trust people here, but so far she hasn't really had a bad interaction with people and she's learning.

There's hope for Cassandra too.

She's got her spear but she doesn't have it raised, stuck into the ground for the moment and offering something for her lean against. "Are you trying to do something in particular?"

"For a moment I thought I had found Eurus."

Not entirely; she's not enough of a believe to actually really think that she was going to find a god wandering around this place. And if she did, it probably was not going to be the god of the unlucky east winds. It was the whirlwind that had attracted her attention; anybody who spends as much time sailing as Kassandra does learns to pay careful attention to the weather and to its moods and turns.

Even once the whirlwind dies down, Kassandra is still cautious about stepping out of the cover of thw forest. It's only after the wind has very definitely died down to a breeze that she steps into the clearing and looks over at the girl, her eyebrows raised high.

"It seems that the powers device really does work."

The name Eurus reminds Cassandra oddly of Rome, and she feels an all too familiar pang of sorrow as she thinks of Daud, and Sunny. Magnus. Arthur. Those she’d fought alongside. Become friends with. Trusted.

She offers the woman a slight smile. “It does at that. Much to my surprise.” Not that she’s unfamiliar with being given powers from unfamiliar sources, but being given powers through gods is a much more common practice in Tal’Dorei.

The BAMF sound of suddenly-displaced air, followed by the scent of brimstone smoke announce the arrival of what... kind of looks like what you'd get if you crossed a tiefling with a dark elf, and added a fine layer of velvet-like fuzz.

He's brandishing a pair of rapiers (thank you, Herr Stark)- though one of them is held in his tail instead of his left hand. "Sorry to startle you, but it appears you may appreciate some assistance." He has what sounds like a Zemnian accent, but with the sort of faded affectations of someone who's grown used to speaking Common more often than not.

He appears to be doing his best to look non-threatening, despite his unusual (for his world's) appearance, and the fact that he's holding a pair of blades- which are helpfully held toward the cat.

She's in the process of hauling some firewood back to the small gathering of cabins when she sees the woman taking flight from her hunter. Normally, someone getting themselves into trouble is their own problem, and none of hers.

Still, now that she's here doing this whole 'cooperative living' experiment along with everyone else? There might be some niggling sense of obligation, atrophied but present, inside her mind. With a grunt she lets the bundle of wood fall to the ground behind her, moving towards the treeline to intercept the animal.

Maybe she's forgotten that here, a giant cat's claws could tear her skin. Equally as possible she doesn't care. Regardless, she's skidding towards Cassandra as she comes tearing past, stepping around her to bear down into a braced stance as the animal comes hurtling after her.

And if Cassandra looks back, she'll see a deceptively slight woman attempt to snare an arm around that big, fuzzy neck and wrest it bodily from its path of pursuit.

Oh Pelor, you’ve got to be kidding her. She’s reminded distinctly of her brother and his travelling companions in this moment, to a rather intense degree, and she doesn’t hesitate in turning on her heels and racing back to the woman’s side. After all, she’d stepped into the path of a rather large predator for her.

She’s not going anywhere.

She cannot leave. She could never leave. (It’s been done to her far too much for her to ever feel comfortable doing the same.) Even with nothing more than a stick as her weapon. What she wouldn’t give for the ability to control plants. Or even bees would be useful right now.

Her rescuer goes to wrap an arm around the neck of the cat and yes, she is more than reminded of Vox Machina right now. Cassandra moves to put that stick she’s holding to good use, to prevent the beast from taking a bite of her.

She's attempting to use the creature's momentum against it to flip it over, but all she really manages is to halt its progress, while it screams its displeasure at her and swipes out with a paw. She's well determined to wrestle this thing all by herself if need be...

When out of nowhere, a stick lands on the creature's hide, earning another snarl. She doesn't look up, but she's got the feeling she knows who it is.

"Go! I've got 'im!" Gritting her teeth, she still seems determined to bear the big cat down to the forest floor.

While Bobo has a tendency to wander far and wide from the villages, he also has a bit of an understanding with some of the larger wildlife. In that he avoids that at all costs. Still not certain if he can die here, and what it means to him if he does - does this place even have Hell? - he's avoided things that he knows can be a danger.

Like the large cat he sees chasing a woman toward the tree line.

For a moment he stands there, watching, and considering the dangers of actually trying to distract the creature at the very least, buying her time. Maybe it's a bit of a moment too long, finally sighing and moving to pick up the bolo he had made months before when he arrived. It wasn't the best of weapons, but it would do in a pinch and it meant not waiting to have something forged for him as well.

Moving closer as he hefts it, getting it swinging and sending it flying towards the lion even as he yells, trying to distract it away from her and give her time, accepting it might change course and run his way. Let it, given the axe at his feet he'd been using to split logs for firewood.

This isn’t something Cassandra’s accustomed to, having someone come to her aid. She’d started to get a little more... used to it in Rome, because there had been people there who did. Would, should she need it. Need them. She doesn’t expect it here. Much as she doesn’t expect it in Whitestone. (Doesn’t deserve it in Whitestone.)

But someone does, anyway.

The creature chasing her yowls as her rescuer lets something fly towards it, as he yells, catching its attention and drawing its ire and she could leave, she could keep running to safety... but she can’t. She can’t leave someone like that. Not ever. She’s been the one left. She will never do that to anyone as long as there’s breath in her lungs.

So as the cat roars and comes to a halt, torn between its prey and the one who hurt it, she turns sharply on her heels and starts towards the stranger instead of the safety of the trees.

There's a lot Bobo has taken on over the years, but angry a wildcat of that size is nothing he's ever wanted to do. Predators recognize one another, and they recognize their limits. At least when it comes up against one another.

Something about this place has drawn up a lot of the man he had once been, and that man would do what he could for others. It was becoming a balance, and that balance included taking this chance against a large cat for the sake of a stranger.

Dipping down and picking up the axe, he waves for her to keep going, even as he starts back up, step by step. Not running, keeping himself angled there between her and the cat in case he has to take a swing.

Each step though, he's hurrying, rushing along, hoping that maybe, if they're quick enough, they might get back to the village without it coming for them... and anyone else in the village.

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Test Drive 21 (October & November)

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