January Character Test Drive Meme Post - How About A Nice Drive

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

SCENARIO 1
Well it's been a hell of a ride so far, but you've not found yourself somehow testing one of Q's vehicles.


'Do try to bring it back in one piece' he said. What are all these buttons again?! Did you read the manual?...

...wait...

...do you even have a driving license?

SCENARIO 2
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?

[[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

Avenger || Fate/hollow ataraxia || #2 orz don't judge me

[destructiveprinciple]

[It's the middle of the Thirteenth Hour, and there's a tattooed boy with greyish skin and a tattered red mantle tied around his middle, seated on the edge of the pavement with his head down and arms folded across his knees. Every patch of visible skin was engraved with tattoos. Save for the red cloak, and black bandages wrapped tightly around his limbs, the boy was entirely naked as he sat out in the snow and stewed.

Luckily, Servants can ignore the cold without suffering for it!]

... This is just great.

[Avenger was fed up with existing, he was fed up with all the people that were stupid enough to breathe near him without being able to kill them, and he was fed up with getting abruptly summoned to strange places without his agreement. He also had been, one way or another, cut off from the prana provided by his pact with his Master, meaning either she was DEAD (which meant the four-day time loop should have reset itself by now) or their contract had been dissolved by a greater force somehow. Damn, what a pain. He'd been satisfied enough with her as the boss.

Any empathetic person passing by in the dead of night will notice he feels--------well. Ever wondered what the sensation of pure, endless, unfathomably deep hatred that could turn into a curse just by existing and constantly wishing for everybody around you to die feels like? Wonder no more.]

[greyerrant]

[ An empathetic, though equally battered soul, stares down at Avenger from a tall building, a 9 foot tall giant in armor clinging to the side of it, strangely silent in the night. Just watching Avenger. ]

[destructiveprinciple]

[His very aura would make a normal person sick to their stomach, full of curses and hatred and unvarnished sin. After a long period of silence, the tattooed Servant looks up, taking in his snow-covered surroundings.

Kinda hard to miss the armored giant plastered to the side of a nearby skyscraper.

Avenger stares, brow furrowed before scowling and getting up from the edge of the sidewalk. It was wasn't a Servant, he could tell that much---but chances were it was some kind of ultra killer humanoid because his luck was shit like that and stronger than him, so time to move along because the bastard tries to kill him or something.]

[greyerrant]

[ Ultra killer humanoid? Yes. Very yes. Stronger than him? Maybe.

He shifts his weight, watching him like a silent wolf. ]

[destructiveprinciple]

[Yep, Avenger's just going to slink in the opposite direction while keeping his eye on the motionless figure clinging to the skyscraper.

All the caution, he prefers worming his way out of trouble whenever possible.]

[greyerrant]

You're afraid. [ He says, his vox-emitter pitched so that it sounds almost like a whisper on the wind. ]

Why?

[destructiveprinciple]

Afraid? [He stops at that and stares at him, unblinking. Then he snorts.]

No, I'm just not in the mood for people to try and kill me.

[greyerrant]

[ The figure rumbles something like a laugh. ]

And you think I'd do that?

Why?

Congratulations, in five years of RPing I have never had a "SCREAM" moment until I saw this comment.

[maybe_a_king]

[It took her breath away.

Not in the cheap way described in the occasional romance novel she'd read growing up, or in the movies Taiga sometimes forced her and Shirou to sit down and watch after dinner which usually had the leading lady proclaiming she would die without her lover. Movies both of them were practically the picture of boredom, but endured for the sake of Taiga and Sakura, and because it gave Arturia's uncle peace.

Arturia isn't a skilled magus. Not by a longshot. Rin had tried to see if she had magic circuits, but claimed she couldn't reach them and before she came here she could only vaguely sense the presence of a Servant, which felt rather like the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. What Arturia felt now was much stronger than that, and for the life of her she couldn't tell if it was a Servant or something else, but it was enough to make her stop her moped and look around the street.

She found him sitting in the snow and, prepped to make a post on the Network asking for help should she need it, approached him. Already she was wringing her hands, fingers rubbing at where her command spells would be visible if she hadn't taken care to wear gloves on such a chilly night.]

Excuse me, sir? Did you just arrive. [Her voice was polite, but she remained on guard. This man was a stranger, after all.]

:D I am honored to be the first, buddy.

[destructiveprinciple]

[When the sound of the moped's engine reaches his keen ears, he doesn't look up, doesn't react, disconnected from the world around him for awhile and not responding to it. He restrained his bloodwont, his distaste that even in another world the modern era had not changed, and his hateful desire to run amok and kill and slaughter and hurt in a world where he could tell there was no Holy Grail and with no Master to look out for. Finally, he reacts after a pause that was too long;]

Huh? Uh, yeah, guess I just did---[He looked up, saw blonde hair, green eyes and then---well, he was inhumanly fast. Avenger was on his feet in a split second, and backing away from her through the snow on the sidewalk, two warped short swords appearing in his hands and held at the ready. They were black, twisted and gleamed with the same savage glyphs that covered his entire being. He said in a strained voice, while bent forward like a beast with prey before his eyes.]

Saber!

[The base of his mouth was twisted into a wide grin. His bent-over stance was unrefined but wary, and he pushed one bare foot through the snow, ready to defend himself. He had died by this woman's hands more than once before. Fuck being the weakest, he would not surrender without a fight.]

Re: :D I am honored to be the first, buddy.

[maybe_a_king]

[That has Arturia unsheathing the bokken she'd had strapped to her back, taking a defensive posture and her mind already thinking of escape routes. She knew she was gifted and could, at the very least, last a few minutes against a Servant if she needed to. Long enough she should be able to get attention and get some help.

But there was a very big difference between a teenage girl who's gifted when it came to the blade and a supernatural creature who she could barely even see move. And what had he called her? "Saber?" Did he expect her to summon a Servant to her side to fight him off? Had this Servant just come from his own War and still believed himself to be in the middle of it?]

No. My Servant was Archer. You have nothing to fear from me as there is no Grail War at the moment.

[Arturia hates moments like this when she knows she's in over her head and knows she won't back down from it if given the chance.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[He pauses, not shifting out of his stance and considers her. His dark yellow eyes widened; she gave off the presence of a Master, not a Servant, she was wielding a wooden stick instead of her Noble Phantasm, and... not human. Not Servant, not human? He looked at the young teenager in confusion and his snarl didn't go away, he didn't relax as he tried to understand the situation. He wasn't afraid of her; the weakest of Heroic Spirits can defeat the most powerful human being. But;]

You? ... A person like you, a Master?

[And she mentions there being no grail War, and No, no, the Holy Grail War couldn't end as long as he was there and he wouldn't allow it to end as long as he was there. It was all he had left. He wouldn't he wouldn't he wouldn't he wouldn't he wouldn't... that's right, they're in a different world, a crossing of phenomena, maybe a mini-terminal?

he takes a step closer.]

[maybe_a_king]

[And she stands her ground, despite the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that she's hopelessly outclassed, even if she summons forth her persona.

Damn, she knew she should've trained it more instead of just her body these last few months. If this Servant is newly arrived she knows her only advantage would be the power everyone here had been given and yet she hasn't trained it beyond the basics.]

Yes, what of it? [She may not be trained as a magus, but Rin had thought she'd make a decent Master. Possibly because she knew Arturia would help her and wanted nothing more than to make sure the fire that gave Shirou his scars, or worse, would not happen again in the hands of someone with an evil wish.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[What the flying shit was that, was his thoughts in regards to the summoning of her persona but Avenger dismisses it as a familiar. An odd, combat-oriented one, yeah, but just a familiar.

He took another step forward, undaunted as he stared at her. Perhaps his face was recognizable as close to anothers' under the tattoos.]

You're a Servant, but now you're not. Hmm... [There was a trail of his footprints left in the snow. His memories of being one with the Holy Grail were vague, dark ones he doesn't have a true sense of self. He had been reduced down to a "it" that was lost in an roiling abyss of shallow slumber, hatred, curses, sins, sealed into the earth and dreaming of the endless, unreasonable prayers, and yearning to grant them and to twist them. King Arturia's had been one of the loudest wishes before she had rejected it. And he remembered her killing him in the time loops, he remembered meeting her in the time loops. Yet, now;] Got the King of Knights' face, so why don't 'ya remember? What 'bout that wish of yours?

[championofthesun]

[Gawain is on patrol. He's not as strong at night as he is during the day, but he wouldn't be much of a Heroic Spirit if he relied entirely on Numeral of the Saint.

Then he feels that presence. Not only that, but something else tips him off.

Servant.

Gawain instinctively materializes Galatine.]

State your class.

[destructiveprinciple]

[Avenger, feeling the approach of another Servant, standing up and ready to meet him, his twin daggers---Tawrich and Zarich---clenched in his hands.

The other Servant comes into view.

He laughs at Gawain's demand.]

How 'bout you go first, huh?

[championofthesun]

I would think that to be obvious. A knight wielding a magical blade can only fall into one class.

[Well, there's Berserker (sup Lancelot), but he wouldn't be talking if that were the case.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[Never hurts to check. Surprises are no fun. He grinned cheekily, rather nastily but with good humor.]

I see! Ah well, I'd be of the Avenger class myself.

[championofthesun]

...Avenger...

[Now he has even more reason to be wary. A Servant that is not one of the seven main classes is not unheard of, but they're very rare. So Gawain has no way of guessing what his abilities might be.]

And what do you plan to do in this city, if you have thought that far ahead?

[destructiveprinciple]

[He dropped his hands, letting his twisted weapons vanish but did not ease out of his defensive position. The wariness is returned.

Hahah, nope Avenger hadn't thought that far ahead.]

Little ol' me? I figured I'd kick back, take it real easy for a bit, see what fun's there to be had in this place. It's gotta be better than Fuyuki City, at least.

I won't judge if you won't. ^^

[poorfueleconomy]

[Yeah she notices. If looks could kill the whole city would be on fire right now. But she's not exactly concerned. She is a Goddess after all, this wouldn't be her first time dealing with strange supernatural beings with anger issues.]

That's it, keep glaring. I'm sure the snow will melt any second now.

[It would also not be her first time teasing strange supernatural beings with anger issues.]

:DDDDDD alright it's a deal

[destructiveprinciple]

[He rests his chin on the palm of one of his dark-skinned hands, all slouched shoulders, an expanse of swirling tattoos, and crossed legs, wet snow dripping off his bare feet. Oh, a god. :| If she was a Servant (which she wasn't) she would have been in the Saver class.

He raised an eyebrow and considered getting up.]

... What do you want, miss greenie?

[Rude stare, rude stare, rude stare.]

Re: :DDDDDD alright it's a deal

[poorfueleconomy]

[Hmph, so rude.]

I prefer to go by Palutena, actually. Lady Palutena, usually.

[Obviously he'd like her to leave him alone.]

And what I want is to find out if you're alright.

[Notice how she... isn't doing that?]

[destructiveprinciple]

[Gods, really.

>:|]

Sure, sure, your grand and mighty highness, Lady.

[Mental grumbling, he'd come up with a cleverer nickname if he wasn't. Here. He's already beginning to feel himself weakening without the connection to a Master (where's Bazett, where is the loop couldn't ended unless the contract was terminated by her soooo did that mean---) and why is she not leaving him be? Avenger rubbed one hand over his eyes, pressing against his eyelids.]

I'm totally fine.

[go awaaaaaaaay]

[poorfueleconomy]

Really? Totally fine?

[Have a raised eyebrow and an ever-so-slightly sardonic tone.]

Do you always glare at the weather then?