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justhugalready2014-07-02 01:28 am
rekindlemods) wrote in justhugalready2014-07-02 01:28 am
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Test Drive - July Edition
 The July Test Drive! Trying to see if a character will fit or work in the setting? Need some interaction samples? Well this meme is for you! Make a post, tag around, and most importantly, have fun! Here's the setting page for those who want to learn a little more about the city itself. |
Here's some prompts to help you get started, if you need it: |
Option 1 |
[ It looks like there are preparations underway for some sort of festival or fair. There are various stands and booths being erected along sectioned-off streets and the riverbank, and decorations are slowly but surely being hanged. Fireflies seem to be appearing all along the riverbank as the sun sets, with a few stands set up with mason jars of various sizes as well as paper lanterns, possibly as further decorations. Whatever the case, it looks like those setting up could use some help! ] |
Option 2 |
[ Though most of the stands are being set up, that doesn't mean that there aren't a few vendors looking to help those out and about beat the heat in some fashion. There are some selling shaved ice with various flavors, and others that appear to be handing out water-filled balloons or squirt guns. However, like in the market district, there's a catch – the items are free, so long as you arrive at the stall in pairs or groups larger than two. ] |
Option 3 |
[ Whoops. Looks like you haven't taken the cautionary words of the other NPCs to heart, or maybe you just wanted to take your chances. Either way, the withdrawal symptoms have started and you need to find someone to hug quickly before you get even more sick.] |
Option 4 |
[If there's something else you wanted to play with, that you didn't see here, then have fun with that. You've just arrived in a strange city, after all. There's got to be plenty to explore out and about, not to mention people to meet.] |
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Mukuro shook, back straight, eyes stern, grip like steel. The military greeting was really the only one she knew-- and it didn't seem to rattle him, thankfully. It was probably a good thing he was so tall and threatening looking after all. "Kanji Tatsumi," she repeated quietly, committing it to memory. "It's good to meet you." Or so she hoped. She wasn't very good at this whole socializing thing.
She took a step back, hands held loosely behind her as she listened attentively. 'You should.' She seemed to relax unconsciously, slowly letting out a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She held up her hands peaceably as he stammered. "N-No, no, it-- it's fine," she tried to reassure him, "I don't, um, I don't know anything about this sort of thing. I appreciate the help."
This was such a normal conversation it was surreal for her. She glanced around uncertainly. Should she just walk away? Would that be too sudden? Should she invite him to walk with her or would that be pushy and weird? Ugh, this was so frustrating. She took a few steps towards the racks, starting to pick through shirts. "Do you live here?" She asked fairly abruptly, floundering for a conversational topic. "I mean-- are you-- from here, or-- somewhere else?"
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Shit, was he here for at least half a year already!?
Kanji shook it off and decided it was best not to work all that out in detail. Instead he took a long look at her, then to the racks. After feeling the material between his fingers- synthetics made you overheat like a damn pig- he checked the make and tapped the hanger it draped over.
"What's yer size? They got this one from extra small on up, looks like, and it's got a pretty nice collar on it." He removed the medium for starters, and closed an eye for perspective as he held it up in his line of sight.
"Work it with some shorts with a cute-as-hell belt for the summer, maybe."
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She stole a sidelong glance at him as he spoke, listening intently. So he was from Japan as well, but... had arrived only a few months ago? That couldn't be right. He would have mentioned The Tragedy, surely, if he'd survived that. So maybe he wasn't from her Japan, then? ...This was all very confusing. Of all the things Mukuro had been trained to deal with, different worlds had never come up.
That could all wait, though. Current mission was new clothes, not figuring out mindblowing secrets of time and space. Clothes she could probably handle. She pulled a small to try alongside the medium-- she was reasonably tall, but pretty slender, so sometimes fitting was a pain. "That should work," she murmured, grabbing a few boring standard t-shirts as well. It felt strange not to need a uniform.
"How has it been? Living here, I mean," she clarified, drifting to the shorts and skirts. "I'm... not really clear on the specifics."
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"But there was that snowman thing last winter, and the whole, uh... animal thing a couple months ago..." Wait, he should back that up a little.
"Sometimes the city does weird shit to us, but for now they ain't real harmful? I mean, we got turned into animals once because some god 'chose us' or whatever, but then there was the rain that made us sing whatever songs we knew. The snowmen..." He looked unsure, scratching the back of his head and looking to the ceiling.
"Somebody hexed up some killer snowmen, and we don't know who brought 'em to life. Still tryin' to figure that out."
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She nodded absently, selecting a couple pairs of shorts (khaki, white, black, navy), skirts (black and white), a hopefully 'cute-as-hell' belt (white with little silver studs is sort of cute, right?) and, on second thought, a black rain jacket. It felt sort of wrong to dress so casually, but she figured she probably wouldn't need something like a flak vest here-- especially if the city's energy really was based on hugging (which seemed completely ridiculous, but so did teleportation).
'Snowman thing'? Mukuro turned to look at him while she listened, expression growing more and more uncertain the more he talked. Gods turning people into animals, mind-controlling rain, killer snowmen. What kind of town was this? She peered intensely at him, steel eyes searching his face. She wasn't exactly an expert at socializing, but he didn't seem to be joking.
"...Are you serious?" She finally asked, voice flat. It was bad enough she'd been dragged away from Junko to this city, surrounded by strange people, and now there was supernatural threats to handle. Maybe she was wrong about the flak vest thing. "Do you know if there's some kind of... military surplus store? Or something?" She badly wished she had a gun. Who knows what bullets would do against magical snowmen, but something was better than nothing. For the second time today, she wished she hadn't been in Junko's clothes when she was spirited away.
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He was snapped from his thoughts with a simple question. Despite a small sound of uncertainty in his throat, he nodded. From an outside perspective, sure, it sounded like a whole lot of bullshit to take all at once. It sounded like something out of some weird supernatural TV show.
"Wouldn't make any'a that shit up if I tried. I could show you, but... I dunno exactly how to turn into the animal form that god gave me anymore. I mean, I can kinda feel it somewhere real deep in, but--"
He blinked, frowned. "Military surplus? ...What, like, guns, ammo, armor? Nah. At least, I dunno."
But as he remembered, he stood up straighter. "...Ohh! Shit, why didn't I think of that?! Fortuna! Okay-"
He raised an arm a little over a foot above his head. "Y'wanna look for this really tall chick with ram horns n' fangs. Goes by Fortuna. Whenever I see her she's kinda campin' out somewhere with a whole shit-ton of guns and little gun robots and stuff. I think she got 'em from her home world, but if anybody knows where to grab ammo, it'd be her."
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Mukuro couldn't help but stare at him. Every other word that came out of his mouth was insane. Mukuro had definitely known some troubled individuals, having spent plenty of time with the other members of SHSL Despair. She didn't pick up the same kind of... nervous, frantic energy off him at all. He was actually remarkably casual for someone talking about shapeshifting and demons.
"Ram horns," she repeated, deadpan, "and fangs." There was a beat of silence. "Okay. Fortuna. Thank you." As ludicrous as it sounded, she filed away the information for later use. Honestly, it was likely to be completely true, considering the other ridiculous things she'd been told. She trotted over to shoes, selecting a much more comfortable and sturdy pair of boots than Junko's heels, then, on second thought, a pair of sandals as well. "Is there--" she paused, chewing on her lower lip, feeling stupid for asking. "Is there a way to... go home? Or... pull someone else through?" Probably not. Or else who would stay here? But she had to ask.
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Looking on the bright side of things has helped him plenty here. Would he go back if offered? Hell yes he would, but only if his friends got dismissed too.
"I know it sounds nuts, but they sounded pretty desperate when I first got here. The effects of not touchin', of goin' out in the darker parts of town... it drains you and it makes you seriously sick. The people born n' raised here can't generate energy like we can, so I'd imagine they'd be pretty screwed if we left anyhow. So I'm kinda stuck between 'LEMME GO THE HELL HOME' and 'Lemme help these people who gave me a place to stay'. Y'know?"
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Of course. Of course. There was no way home-- or at least, not one commonly known. Of course there wasn't, it was never that easy. There was no way back to where she belonged, back to Junko. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms, reminding her to breathe. She almost wanted to laugh. Or cry. Both?
Maybe this was her punishment, for participating in Junko's killing game. Or... maybe it was her punishment for not doing well enough in Junko's game. 'You want to be nice and make friends instead of killing them? Fine! I guess you'll be happier in a world where you have to hug or die instead!' That's definitely something she would say. She did laugh, then, small and choked. "Right," she replied, voice low, holding the clothes tight to her chest, "they are being generous." For kidnappers. More generous than others could have been. But did it really matter?
"So-- they pull people in regularly?" She forced herself to continue the conversation. "Is, um, is there-- is there a way to... pick someone in particular?"
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But he hesitated. If he didn't know any better, he was getting a hunch that she was really hoping for another friendly face. Any of them. Or maybe a specific one. He wasn't about to ask.
But... "What a lotta people do is wait by the Welcome Center every month for any sign of their friends to help 'em out. New people show up about the same time each time, so it turns into a kinda ritual."
He didn't wait for anybody, but maybe it'd help her.
There was a quiet beep from him, and he raised his arm to chest level. On his wrist was an odd, almost cartoonish watch, almost like a gadget out of some sentai show, and he wrinkled a brow.
"Shit... s'it that late? Anyways, it's my turn to make dinner, so I gotta get goin' pretty soon."
He nodded to her selections. "...Ya picked some good ones. I mean, if you were wondering."
She really should lose the acrylic nails, though. But that wasn't his place.
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That would make more sense, wouldn't it? Mukuro was probably the last person they'd have picked, if they had any control over it. Stupid. She should have realized that. The Welcome Center, though... that, she could do. She nodded. None of her other classmates would recognize her, probably. And if they did, well... served her right, she guessed. Not that she'd be in any real danger, but...
She tried to manage a smile, small and hesitant as it was. "Thank you," she murmured, genuinely. It was the first time in a while that she'd been complimented. "And-- thank you for the help." He hadn't been obligated to hang around and answer her inane questions, after all. She'd been pretty wrong about him. She inclined her head in a polite nod before drifting off towards the counters. Even if it was free, she probably had to verify it with a clerk, right?
And then she could go home. Or what passed for home now.