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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.

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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.
moderndayassassin: (Default)

Desmond Miles | Assassin's Creed

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-25 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Staying Power

It didn't take much to get him interested in the bunker and going down there. He's suspicious of this whole damn situation, and this doesn't really do anything other than make him more paranoid about it. But apparently they're giving out super powers, and Desmond peers at it a long time before saying to hell with it. He's never had powers in the strictest sense, and whatever, maybe as a kid he thought about being a superhero instead of being an assassin. He's not sure his situation can get any worse at the moment.

He goes with telekinesis because it doesn't seem that bad, but it only takes a very brief lesson on uncontrolled telekinesis in a close space like the bunker to get him out and in the open. It takes concentration but he's not doing so bad with rocks, letting them juggle around each other very slowly. His focus has been trained through the years, but when he tries one rock too many, he feels strain in his head and blinks. They all come down, one right into his face, accidentally.

Desmond sits there for a moment and sighs, rubbing the red spot on his head. "Yeah, seems like par for the course."

Hit and Run

Desmond has gone up against a lot of dangerous and bad people in his day, but not a one of him scared him quite as much as the creepy little deer who looked his way. He saw the teeth. He saw those beady hungry eyes. They all looked at him at once, and he felt like they were those killer dinosaurs, the ones too many people underestimated. Could he kill one or more of them probably, but they looked like they were fast, and he doesn't want to die again, his time eaten by terrifying deer-looking chupapacas. So he ran.

Luckily he still was very much comfortable with his climbing skills, parkouring up the nearest tree with minimal effort and staring down at them. They stared back at him. Absolutely unnerving. "Not today, creepy Bambi!" They seemed like they were heading away, but Desmond stayed on the tree branch for the time being. That's probably what they wanted him to think.
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eaglesonofnone: (in plain sight)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-11-25 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
There was a rustle and a sway of the tree as another weight joined him in the tree branches, though obviously not from the ground. No, there were too many of those strange little deer for that. He'd been putting forth effort since meeting and working with Connor and since escorting the mining expedition to the north - effort at working his way through the trees without touching the ground. Impossible at times, but he'd found a few routes he trusted.

"I see they have spotted you," he said in way of a greeting, standing on his chosen branch and leaning one shoulder against the trunk.
moderndayassassin: (uhhh what)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-25 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Desmond generally refuses to look Altaïr's way. It's not personal, except it 100% is, he just isn't ready to deal. He nods in his general direction to acknowledge he knows he's there, but he'll just keep looking at the deer, okay? Okay. He personally is more comfortable climbing in a city than in a forest, but he does remember all of Connor's particular set of forest hunting skills, so there's that. He looks comfortable in his perch, if not comfortable with a certain someone there.

"Yeah. We aren't exactly surrounded in haystacks to hide in at the moment, so next best thing." He is stealthy most of the time. He might be a little sloppy at the moment.
eaglesonofnone: (on high)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-11-25 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
"They are deer. I believe they would eat the hay to get past it." It was subtle, the amusement in his voice, and he made no effort to push it farther. What he did do was offer, "There is a path back to the village through the trees from here. It will keep both of us from their reach if you intend to move rather than wait them out."

Altaïr did not ask why Desmond didn't look at him. It was something that he thought would resolve in time, or simply become normal. There was no sense in insisting everyone agree with everyone else. All he did do was stand from the trunk and pace the few steps away. "The choice is yours."
moderndayassassin: (looking)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-25 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're killer deer, Altaïr, I'm pretty sure what they want is blood. Did you see the teeth on them?" Okay maybe Desmond is overreacting, but it's not like he's come across any of those in his time. And if he's not going to die saving the world, he's not going to die as lunch for little monsters. He shoots his ancestor a bitterly amused look. "Still so confident in choices being something we get, huh?" Despite refusing to look at him most of the time, the way he actually speaks to the man is if they've known each other a long time. Which is contradictory since Altaïr doesn't know him at all.

He takes off on that path Altaïr pointed out. Once he looks for it, he sees it clearly, and starts making his way through. He doesn't have the full grace and ease that his ancestors do. He's lithe and confident and trained, but most of his knowledge is through living another person's life. His body still requires training and experience. For now it does the trick, and he doesn't look behind him to see if Altaïr's following. When he lands on the ground and looks around to make sure the deer didn't stalk him, he relaxes. Nightmare fuel.
eaglesonofnone: (of the truth)

[personal profile] eaglesonofnone 2018-11-26 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
The man spoke with familiarity, moved like an Assassin, and yet refused to look at him for more than a fraction of a heartbeat. All of this was confusing, at the least, but time had taught him some social graces he had lacked when he truly was the age he looked or younger: He understood when he was unwelcome.

And as such, once he saw Desmond safe in the village, he lowered himself to the ground and gave a quiet, "Safety and peace," before turning to leave him be. If his presence was so troublesome, he wouldn't inflict it upon him. There were many other things that he had planned that needed his attention.
moderndayassassin: (listening)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-27 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Desmond watched him start to go, and he experienced an inner war. He really doesn't feel ready to deal with the headache that this place was, but he also ... well he cared. Annoyingly, he cared. "Altaïr, it's ...." Ugh, he hates people. He hates situations where he doesn't know what's going on, which is a problem, because he never knows what's going on. He still is partly convinced this is the Bleeding Effect or Juno fucking with him.

"It's not you. It's me." Hilarious. As if they were having a break up conversation when he's honestly so tired and heartsick and really bad with people. "This is all a lot. But I'm not trying to be insulting."

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winswars: (One Night Will Change Your Whole Life)

Staying Power

[personal profile] winswars 2018-11-25 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Watching Desmond attempt to use his new powers was going infinitely new better than it had for him. Then again, his wasn't pretty much creating uncontrolled fire. Go figure.

Until his focus apparently wavers and the rocks that had been floating above his head all come crashing down, one landing directly on the other's face and Connor is moving in an instant. Thankfully the rock is easy enough to lift away, leaving Desmond sitting on the ground rubbing his head and groaning out the words.

"It will get easier. You must give it time."
moderndayassassin: (serious stare)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-25 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Desmond knew going out into the light meant more people could witness what he does, but at the time it seemed no big deal because obviously he was going to be awesome. His head still hurts and he sighs, but when he startles when he hears a very familiar voice. It's not that he is unable to pay attention when people are nearby, but it'll take awhile before he's used to hearing voices on the outside. "For fuck's sake Connor, I'm going to put a bell on you." On both him and Altaïr so he'd know when they're nearby and going to give him a headache.

He gets to his feet and only halfway looks at his ancestor. "I don't know how much time these things last. I doubt I just hit a slot machine and got a power for life." Desmond tries again to lift a rock and it works, it's the overdoing it that's the problem. "That'd be cool though." He doesn't trust anything that seems too good or too easy. In his experience those are the worst let downs there are.
winswars: (Drop The Top And Blow The Brains)

[personal profile] winswars 2018-11-27 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
But then how would he sneak up on you? Honestly, Desmond, you would think you'd be used to the way he walks enough by now to hear him coming.

"My apologies. Normally my clothing would make enough noise to warn you I am coming." There was a certain whisper to the way his robes moved that was easy enough to hear once one knew to listen for it.

"I am certain that you will do fine. It will simply take practice." After all, Desmond had all of his skills - as well as all of Ezio's and Altair's. There was no way he couldn't be completely and utterly awesome at anything he attempted.
moderndayassassin: (listening)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-27 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't apologize," he mutters, because it's him who was being a dick and overreacting. Not that he plans on apologizing because it requires too much of him at the moment. Desmond would know the sound Connor's robes made, considering he lived through that mind for awhile, but they all looked like normal people now. Ish.

"Yeah yeah, everything takes practice, I know. At least I'm not going to get a fortune cookie answer from you like Altair." Desmond respects his oldest ancestor because he knows a lot about him, but he's still hard to deal with. It's probably because there's something paternal about him, and Desmond reacts poorly to paternal figures. To say the least. "Peace be within you and only then can you be at peace," he snarks, making it up, but that sounds kind of real.

"Have you gotten any powers?"
winswars: (If You're Down Don't Hide It)

[personal profile] winswars 2018-11-27 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Does he truly look like a normal person to you, Desmond? With a braid and tribal beads in his hair and a handmade bow and quiver strapped to his back? Not even mentioning he is roughly the size of a full grown black bear.

The response makes him smile, considering it was exactly the sort of thing he could so easily picture Altair saying. "I have found those sorts of answers do not help." The clan mother had often tried to give him those sorts of answers, while Achilles had always been much more straightforward. "It will indeed take practice, but there are things you can do to improve your focus."

"I did." Opening his left palm, a small flame slowly began to spark to life, a talent it had taken him a rather long time to learn how to control.
moderndayassassin: (light smile)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-28 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well yeah. That looks pretty normal to him. It would be weirder if Connor was in jeans and a tanktop and with a modern haircut. Desmond really doesn't want to see any of that.

Des is not going to mention Achilles, nope, not even a little. A lot of what's keeping him from dealing with his ancestors is that he doesn't want to reveal too much. He's terrible at holding things back, especially when he's frustrated or word vomiting at someone, and there's no easy way of talking about how closely he knows their lives.

He smiles when he sees the flame in Connor's hand. "Is that the best you can do?" Teasing.

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paidforit: (ʙʀᴀɴᴅʏ)

[personal profile] paidforit 2018-11-27 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe next time don't try to spin them over your face."

Looked like he had an observer. Leaned against the door frame, taking a swig of something out of a bottle dangling loosely from her fingers, she looked as though she'd been watching comfortably for some time. Might as well get an idea of what the powers they were offering up were going to look like.

She'd have settled for a bit of her old mojo back, herself, but let someone else test it out first. Why not? Stuff like this was entertaining, anyway.
moderndayassassin: (what d you mean)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-27 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"It seemed like a good idea at the time." Desmond muttered, but that's basically acknowledgement that she was 100% right. "I figured if I could see them clearly I would control it better, but apparently the rock decided my face was a better target than the ground." It was his own fault, and he was frustrated, rubbing a hand on his head. That was going to leave a bump for sure.

"They make this shit seem so easy in movies. You just put out your hand and a bridge moves or something. Or you stop bullets." Desmond figured this was probably the best example of that, but he was positive now that he shouldn't be counted on to stop any bullets. Fucking hell. He glanced over to the woman who decided to troll him, sarcastically saluting in her direction. "Did I manage to entertain you? You're welcome."
paidforit: (ᴠᴇʀᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ)

[personal profile] paidforit 2018-11-27 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. He took the ruffling with a dose of humility and good nature. That earned some clout in her eyes as he glanced her way from his spot on the floor. Her lips pulled a little wider, quirked in obvious amusement.

"Least it wasn't something sharp. You ever see a sword swallower choke? They don't do it twice."

And she took another swig out of her bottle, absently wiping her mouth with the back of her free hand. "Let me guess. Had a go at the pile of free magical goodies they were giving out."
moderndayassassin: (smile to side)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-27 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Desmond's humor was entirely sarcastic and sassy, which often required him to be self-aware enough to mock himself on occasion. He appreciated people with that same outlook and smirked at her. "Anyone who thinks sword swallowing is a reasonable life choice deserves what's coming to them."

He wondered where she got the bottle but didn't question it. There were a lot of ways, probably. He finally got up and brushed his pants off. "Got it in one." He pointed at her and gave a thumbs up. Ordinarily he was not great with people, but he did get along with people who also didn't like people, so there was always that. He shrugged and gestured to one of the rocks, lifting it easily into the air. The one was not hard.

"I mean, I'm going to bitch and moan about this, but I still like it better than what I could do before. Unlike my ancestors here. Who will bitch and moan that they don't have it anymore."
paidforit: (ᴍᴇᴀᴅ)

[personal profile] paidforit 2018-11-27 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyebrows raised at that. "Your ancestors are here?" she repeated, like she wanted to be sure she heard that right. Maybe he was being literal, maybe it was a turn of phrase. You know, the ancestors are always with you, that sort of thing.

Still. A lot of funny stuff seemed possible. Weird as it might be, it wasn't the weirdest possibility out there. At this point, it hardly seemed like anything would be much of a surprise. This might as well happen, right?
moderndayassassin: (what d you mean)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-27 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah. For real. They are here and they are nosy as fuck." Connor was more subtle about it, but he still hovered as if Desmond wasn't very aware of him. It was too small of a place to avoid them entirely, so he decided to do the mature thing, which was mostly ignore them and go hide in the bunker and get super powers. The jewel of the modern Assassins, in the flesh.

He was doing much better with the rocks this time; it helped he was keeping them from his head, like she pointed out. They were making a pattern in the air that was only slightly intentional. The Assassin symbol. He used to have symbols burning through his eyes when he slept. It was real great. "Let that be a warning to you. Whether you like it or not, this place might surprise you with people you don't want to see. Or, I guess, people you do."

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staying power things

[personal profile] retributes 2018-11-28 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
“I think this time I’m more inclined to agree with you,” she spoke up from where she’d been watching him. Not spying! Or maybe just a little. Lucy still hadn’t come to terms with being here with him, but at least she was coping. Going with the flow—dealing with it. In her own way.

She pushed forward, arms folded over her chest. They would talk, eventually. It all depended on when they were both ready. Still, distance was kept; she wouldn’t need to be right at his side to see the slight injury he’d given himself.

Some hesitation. “You alright?”

Desmond was stubborn, she knew. He had a hard head just like his father. A few rocks giving him a nice goose egg wouldn’t be such a bad thing, or affect him much.
moderndayassassin: (what d you mean)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-28 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
The sound of her voice was enough to make his entire body tense all at once. Sitting on the ground after hitting himself in the face was not the way he would want any interactions of theirs to go. There was a time he didn't care too much if he acted like an idiot around her, because they got each other. He was the idiot they needed, and she was the woman who kept them all together. Now he didn't know who either of them were, in general or to each other.

He never knew it was possible to hate the sight of someone and yet want it at the same time. His brain was a confusing mess or emotions and paranoia as usual. So yeah. Par for the course.

Do you care? He thought as a response, but he doesn't want to just start out throwing insults at each other right then. It was still there in his glance her way as he got up to his feet. "What time are you referencing when you didn't agree with me?" Desmond snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah, pretty much every time, right?" That was sour too, but it didn't have the same personal bite to it. It wasn't that far off how he and Shaun ripped at each other.
retributes: (pic#12727521)

[personal profile] retributes 2018-11-28 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
They were walking on eggshells and for good reason. There were only two ways to deal with this tension; walk away and never face it, or confront it head on. Walking away wasn’t something she would do. Lucy wouldn’t pull a Bill, she wouldn’t abandon this, whatever this was between them. As far as she was aware, things were strained because of his actions. She still had to wonder what had happened in the temple.

He wasn’t answering her question, she’d noted then, watching on.

“It wasn’t every time, Desmond.” Her side of the argument was quietly spoken, a stiff insistence.
moderndayassassin: (too much stupid)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-28 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Desmond, frankly, was the refuse to confront it type. Or at least he had been. His father criticized him on that flaw, but he was getting better. At a point, there was no longer an option to walk or run away. He only had one path ahead of him. Lucy was partially responsible for that change, for better or for worse. Worse for her, better for the world. She represented his greatest regret, his worst choice, and all he wanted to do was apologize until his voice got hoarse and he couldn't speak anymore. But they were circling each other instead, so much unsaid.

"Wasn't it?" The hardest part of this was how easy it would be to get back in their rhythm. They didn't know each other long, although it felt like a lifetime, but it was long enough. "Luce," he started and stopped. He scrubbed a hand across his face, looking away. "You know they're here, right? The Assassins. Be careful. Altair might have married a Templar, but he's unbearably rigid."
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[personal profile] retributes 2018-11-28 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That was not the topic of conversation she wanted to dive into, not yet. She would have preferred if he’d continue feigning ignorance. For both their sakes. But here they were. Although her arms remained folded, her hands stayed hidden, curling until her nails could dig into her palms. Lucy didn’t want to hear the way he let her name out, the alternative leaving its mark and bringing on a tightness to her throat. She had to swallow past it.

“You can skip the history lesson, Desmond.” Her words were clipped, a hint of strain behind them. “I was there with you.”

And look where it’d gotten her.
moderndayassassin: (uhhh what)

[personal profile] moderndayassassin 2018-11-28 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You weren't with me. Desmond felt that flare of temper, and he gritted his teeth to hold back from spitting the accusation at her. "You watched it, I lived it." It wasn't the same. He was in their body, in their mind, a passenger in a very personal way. It was his mind that started to blend in the Bleeding Effect, his mind that became so fragile he was stuck in the Animus. "As good as I've become at fighting, I probably can't fight both of them off at once, so let's just keep the details to us, alright?"

Connor might be more understanding. He was kind and vulnerable in a way the others wren't, although he had a spine of steel too. And he was a terrifying giant of death, so there was that. It doesn't occur to Desmond that it's weird, the implication he'd fight them for her, because it's just how it is. "I tried to tell Altair that shit doesn't matter anymore, but it was probably stupid to tell the father of the Order that."

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