TESTING POST: SNOWY PARTY TIME

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Ahh Hinoto-Ri. City of lights, questionable wards, the 13th Hour and Personas.

SCENARIO 1
We hope you arrived in warm clothing because if not you'll sure be in for a surprise!



Hinoto-Ri is covered in snow! First you show up in a strange new place and now you're freezing cold. Maybe it's just a dream? But...you remember the man who said you were here as a special guest...don't you? Is this the city you're supposed to save?

SCENARIO 2
But tonight, there's a very old time feeling. That's right, there's a party!

It seems some demons got their hands on older musical classics. As you walk the streets tonight, you'll find the city getting into it, complete with outfits and dancing demons.

...what a way to first show up. But is this just a dream? You remember the man who said you were here as a special guest...don't you? You just hope he didn't mean some sort of dancing contest...

[[OOC - Welcome to the test post! Don't worry too much about Persona stats or your levels here, just come out and make up a scenario about what they are doing. Try out your potentials and interact with the city around you! We'll supply some NPCs once in a while when you least expect it (after all have to test those out too, right?)]]

Comments

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Scenario 1:
Avitus poked his head out from the doorway of the grocery store, wearing some sort of very warm-looking hooded poncho that covered him, but let his wings stick out behind him. Probably all for the better; he had those giant black feathery limbs lifted up a bit and held up around him, as though he thought he could somehow hide in them, when in reality they probably made him stand out all the more. He shifted from one odd, split-toed booted foot to the other, keeping a hold of his bag of whatever he'd bought, and tried to look further down the street.

Just out of his view, a Nekomata was turning around a corner, on her way somewhere, oblivious to the cat-phobic bird person who'd spotted her a moment before.

Avitus looked the other way too, apparently wary of all the (admittedly, not very threatening at the moment) demons and odd creatures about, and not sure if he should leave the store just yet.

Anyone care to see what's up with the newbie? It doesn't look like the snow is the problem here, for him...


Scenario 2:
He's dressed in his coat-poncho thing again, his purple and green robes peeking out from below it, black feathered wings shiny and well-preened. The only thing is, the party wasn't his idea. Nor was it his idea to get hit on by an incubus who seems to have mistaken him for a lady. It's an understandable mistake, but he's not quite sure how to excuse himself, too shy to speak up. He'd come here to sketch some of the residents and demons, and now he had someone asking about a private art session, and... and maybe someone could come rescue him from Teh Awkward?

((sorry for the lack of icons -- still working on them, heh.))

Scenario 2, because lols. XD

[risingshepard]

...That poor guy could probably use a breather from that Incubus. Hurk.

Well, time to step in and be the mediator as always. Shepard, armed to the teeth, makes her way over to the newcomer and that Incubus, one hand on her pistol should she need it.

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't bug the new kid. Less trouble for all of us, that way."

ILU.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

The incubus looks quite interested as she steps over -- oh, two ladies? -- but his smile drops when he sees her armaments, and her suggestion to quit it seems suddenly reasonable, with her hand on the gun. He mumbles something, clears his throat, and beats a hasty retreat.

Avitus, meanwhile, is looking between the demon and his rescuer, wings still curled around himself, not sure what to make of her yet either, with those things that looked like weapons... but she helped, so that's always a good sign, right?

"Thanks," he said, quietly, hugging his sketchbook to his chest a little more tightly. "I-- I um..."

He took a bit of a breath, trying to figure out what to say next. Well, he could always go with introductions, couldn't he?

He offered her a blue hand, the talons on all three digits looking blunted and not at all sharp, their points rounded off almost like nails could be expected to be. "My name's Avitus."

Haha, once a fun mun, always a fun mun, I must say! :3a

[risingshepard]

It's always a good sign, silly burd.

"Don't mention it. I'm always happy to help."

She takes the newcomer's hand and gives it a firm shake--though as she does, she takes...quizzical note of how they look. Those...aren't fingernails, are they. "Alia Shepard--a pleasure to meet you, Avitus." She looks off towards the Incubus she'd just chased off. "Did he bother you for long?"

Pfff. ♥

[poorlittleblueburdie]

His part of the shake probably wasn't as confident as hers -- he was still trying to get his wings' feathers to lie back down, and not be so... floofy on him. It looked rather analagous to a human's goosebumps, really, and he gave his wings a very subtle little shake, deliberately folding them back behind himself a bit more again. But the nails -- no, they're not fingernails. They're far too big for that, and they have a curve to them normally seen in the claws of more predatory creatures, but... maybe he's done something to them. The hand itself has some obvious muscles in it, assuming she knows much about biology in general here, what with dealing with all the alien species she does, well... presumably, it could be a clue that his species might've at one point been a predatory one with a good grip. Who knows what that means for the young burd standing before her here now, though. Ah, the wonders of evolution, driving species of beast slowly onward, toward civilization?

"N-no, not really. I just... I wasn't here for that, that's all." He smiled sheepishly, shrugging, a gesture that he did more with his wings than his shoulders. "It looked like everyone was having fun, and I haven't really seen most of the clans here before, so I figured maybe it'd be all right, if I came down here and... just... drew for a bit."

[risingshepard]

It wasn't hard to notice, on both counts...though she was bound to let it be since she didn't know this person yet. Those talons definitely caught her attention though; they remind her quite a bit of the turians' own set of claws. ...On the other hand, they were never known for having wings, or having blue skin.

"Well, I can soundly say you picked a bad spot for it if what happened says anything." Not really trying to bring him down, but...given how many of these flirty demons are around, going here to draw has to be one of the stupider decisions she's seen tonight. "Maybe a place less crowded with them would be better."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Yeah...." He wasn't smiling quite so much now, just looking embarrassed, wings pressing more against his shoulders again. "I'm getting that. I thought this was one of the less crowded areas, though. I mean-- where there were still a lot of different clans' members to draw...." He glanced around, and then looked back down to his sketchpad, taking his pencil in his other hand before he managed to drop it.

Scenario 1

[tyrantball]

From behind you - but not right behind you - the voice of a little girl speaks up.

"Would you like a pamphlet? Desco made them herself!"

Ohai thar, stranger. :3

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus turned to look behind him, and paused. What was she? Certainly no one from any clan he'd ever seen before -- not that that meant much any longer; he didn't recognize any of the clans here but the humans -- but she looked like a young girl. And those weren't scary, right? Even if they did have-- okay, not going to think about it. His poor brain's had enough of trying to make sense of this place already; he'll adjust eventually.

Fortunately, his moment of hesitance and trying to make sense of her appearance didn't last more than about a second. "A... pamphlet? About what?"

Successfully distracted from his earlier alarm over the Nekomata, he re-settled his wings behind his shoulders, feathers lying flat once again.

[tyrantball]

"Desco is going to conquer this city for Big Sis!"

Presenting a pamphlet.

"So read this pamphlet and become Desco's minion!"

Her eyes are shining with anticipation - and that is a lot of shining.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Minion?" He took the pamphlet. It was one part morbid curiosity, and one part disbelief. What in the world...? She couldn't be serious, could she, asking like so? This had to be a joke; she was surely just a kid playing a game.

He put his bag of groceries on an arm so he had his hands free to open it, looking inside. "I'm really not sure how good of a minion I'd make," he admitted, looking over the page.

[tyrantball]

The pamphlet is divided into two sections - one side says 'For Monster-type Units', while the other side says 'For Human-type Units'.

Under 'Monster-type', there are benefits like 'become one with Desco's flesh' and 'Desco will come inside you'.

The 'Human-type' benefits say things like 'Freely make use of Desco's body' and 'Desco will bring a friend for your use as well'.

Look how excited the tentacle monster is!

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He didn't say anything for a long moment, simply looked at the page, reading it over a few times to be sure he wasn't mis-understanding this. He had to be, though, right? Right. This was a joke. This was just a joke, and she apparently had quite a dirty sense of humor. Not like he hadn't overheard stuff like this from some of the hunters, but she was pretty young still, and-- wait, didn't that make it more likely? He wasn't sure. But this had to just be some awful joke, right?

He tried pushing those thoughts out of his mind, determinedly not allowing any of the mental images to linger that it had inspired, and did his best to keep his expression neutral as he closed the pamphlet again and offered it back to her.

"That's very... interesting... but I'm sure I wouldn't make for a very good minion, sorry."

[tyrantball]

Sorry about this, but Desco is a master of the hard sell. Which is why you are suddenly being GRABBED BY TENTACLES.

The eyes on Desco's face are narrowed, while the eyes on her dress are focused on you with laser-like intensity.

"The option on Desco's menu changed to Fuse, so please hold still while Desco comes inside you. Don't worry, you'll be big and hard once Desco is done!"

And almost before she's done speaking, she literally melts into you with a shout of "TRANSFORM!" and there you are, three times the size you normally are, and the voice of a little girl echoing inside your suddenly engorged skull.

*See how amazing it is to have Desco inside you? Now become Desco's minion!*

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Wha--" His eyes went wide as she grabbed him, and he tried backing up. Probably all the better -- he tumbled backwards out of the grocery store's doors, giving a high-pitched, birdish screep as she did her thing, and landed on his butt outside on the snowy sidewalk.

He was still for a moment, eyes wide, in shock at this, and looked down at himself. His grocery bag was now stuck there around his wrist, and--

This was all wrong!

"No." He shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no!" He turned over, getting up carefully, grabbing onto a streetlight's pole for balance as he rose, and cringing when his wings knocked into the sign over the store's entrance. It wasn't that he'd hurt himself any doing it, it was that he didn't want to damage anything. "Stop it!"

Kid, you're going to make him cry or something, if you keep this up.

[tyrantball]

Please don't mind the tuneless humming as she makes herself comfortable.

*It's so warm inside you! Desco approves of this!*

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"I don't!" He was getting screechy; it was an odd sound behind his human voice. Upright again, he knelt down, sitting on his heels, and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Stop it! Stop it right now!"