[meme] test drive

[citycouncil]

Tag into this post with characters you're thinking of apping to the game (characters who are not currently in-game or currently reserved by someone else). It can be just a tag, a brief EP, whatever you want. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup. Tag each other with these characters or those already in game, and have fun.

Also, please include the name of their canon somewhere in or on the comment or on their profile page.

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The Last of Us 2

[lost_inthedarkness]

Abby Anderson

[cer_albastru]

You haven't seen a young woman with a shaved head and long talons, have you?

Sonata of a Flame

[beklemmt]

J (Park Jae-eun, blood-stained and singed, as usual)

[jeolban]

It's troublesome to still be deeply affected by smell when you have as keen a nose as Lee Rang does. Six hundred years and the smell of fire turns him into a weak child. It makes Lee Rang disgusted with himself, so he smiles his foxiest smile and does his best to appear disinterested, even as he comes closer.

"Looks like you've run into some trouble," he guesses.

Tale of the Nine-Tailed

[jeolban]

Lee Rang, a very long-lived half-human and half-nine-tailed-fox who has killed his way through the last 600 years. Recently has decided to tone the killing stuff down. A little. Rediscovering his humanity is so inconvenient.

Wicked Fox/Vicious Spirits

[hotgoblinbachelor]

Junu a beautiful, self-absorbed dokkaebi (goblin). His interests include money and acting like he has no attachments to anyone.

[byherrules]

What's the closest you have to an actual attachment?

Easy Virtue (2008)

[auctionofinnocence]

It's cold, today. Snowy, but not snowing, and certainly not dreary. Larita sits with a long, filterless cigarette billowing a plume of smoke from its cherry-end. She's wearing a patent leather coat, this time, and she isn't sure it's quite warm enough. After a few moments, she gets up to pace and shrug to warm up.

She takes a few steps one way, then a few steps the other. She's in a different spot than she was the last time. She could explore, but it seems like it won't matter. One moment, she's here. The next, she'll be gone again, back in England with her... lovely in-laws. She taps her foot as she pulls a deep drag from her cigarette, then blows out the smoke in frustration.

When she turns to pace some more, she laughs and jerks to a stop to avoid hitting the person in her path.

"Goodness! You certainly appeared out of nowhere." She drops her hand so her cigarette isn't waving in the poor person's face. "I'm sorry. Any harm done?"

Chronicles of Narnia

[problemof]

Susan Pevensie

Re: Chronicles of Narnia

[shieldmaiden_rohan]

My lady? Be you well?

Piranesi, by Susanna Clarke

[battersea]

His eyes are dazzled, at first, nearly to the point of blindness; it is so very bright here. He rises slowly, blinking through brilliant Sun, a little confused. He must have fallen asleep in one of the most distant Halls, only he does not remember making such a journey. And before his vision has even had time to clear, he already knows that the World about him is different to a degree that it nearly takes the breath from his lungs. The Sounds! The Smells! Such a whirlwind of new and unfamiliar input that for several moments even after his vision returns to him he is struck silent and still, standing and blinking at the impossibilities laid out before him.

There is a great vastness, not like the incredible Grandeur of the House. Here there are no Halls, no Statues, or Stairs or Columns or Plinths. There are not even any Walls, nor Floor beneath his feet; no Marble to be seen, and no Water! A shiver of fear runs through him, muted by a more powerful building tide of confusion that threatens to blow him down entirely. Has he been taken somewhere? Brought to a New World, one without Water? He cannot hear it flowing as he does in the Drowned Halls, nor trickling down as it does from the Halls Above.

Here, there is Air, and Light, and... Trees! There are Trees! The excitement over this is nearly enough to save him from the encroaching flood of panic; but it is nothing compared to the relief, the amazement, the unbridled joy at what he sees next.

Another person.

A Human Being, just like Himself! Well, not just like him. A different person, of course. But not The Other! Nor The Prophet! There is a moment of indecision as he wonders if it might be 16 — if 16 has somehow brought him here and made good on The Other's promise of their wickedness, has induced madness in him somehow — but if that is true, then he is already lost, and he cannot hide himself now. Instead he waves with great energy, nearly jumping up and down as he cries, "Hello! Hello! I'm here! Who are you?"

[wildmage_daine]

When Daine first sees the stranger waving at her, she does what most anyone would do: glance behind her for the person he must really be waving at. But there's no one behind her — no one nearby at all, in fact, at least not close by enough to be his real target.

So Daine turns back towards him, her face scrunched up in good-natured confusion as she lifts a hand and offers a hesitant wave in return. "Hullo? Is—are you talking to me?"

[hear_the_blood]

There's something unique to someone who's been captured and held prisoner in a place. Daisy'd never done any cases like that when she'd been a cop, but she'd seen the results of them. She'd seem the victims. The man jumping and calling for her isn't behaving like anyone who's been out in the world, and he isn't behaving like anyone who's been off the grid by choice. He's behaving like someone who hasn't been out in the world, and doesn't know how to feel about what he's seeing.

The sheer joy and wonder in his eyes is enough to make her falter anyway. Christ, she doesn't think she's ever met someone who looks at anyone like that — probably not even Martin or John when they see each other.

And he's looking at her like that. What a weird feeling.

She slows to a stop, reaches up with her hand to wipe the sweat from her brow, and then starts to walk towards him. She's wearing activewear leggings and a loose jersey sweatshirt, cropped at the bottom, the collar, and the sleeves despite the temperature.

"Daisy," she says, because he'd asked. "Alright? D'you know where you are?"

Sex Education

[genuinelyweird]

Lily Iglehart was expecting something rather more spectacular from any teleporting in her life.

[detective_stuff]

Well, hi there! The name's Tippy. Detective Tippy. May I ask your name, and your pronouns, if you have any?

Sonata of a Flame

[hismelody]

S

(still having a long day, still sad, will still, one day, eventually, have an actual name)

[battersea]

It has taken a while to become settled enough that he feels compelled or even able to wander, but he is glad he can still do so. The New World is strange and in many ways overwhelming, and he is still quite anxious to know how and when he will return home, but exploration and study has always been the best thing for an anxious mind. And there is no shortage of wonders to see, and People.

There are so many People here.

There is one now, sitting alone on some little steps adjoining a little house which he's been told is an 'apartment complex.' It is not at all like his House, or the great Stairs there. He still finds it very uncomfortable to see these places from the outside, like he's somehow looking backwards, seeing the wrong end of the World.

But the person takes his interest. He has quite a delicate and handsome face, but he looks terribly unhappy in a way that tugs at his heart a little. He comes over, slowly, as he might approach a bird that could be injured.

"Hello," he says gently, taking pains to hide his ongoing excitement at seeing a new person. It would not do to grin and show excessive energy to someone who looks so burdened. "Is anything the matter? Do you need help?"

Hadestown

[howtheworldcouldbe]

Orpheus has been here once and he’ll be here again; he’ll get back to the road to Hadestown either way, back to bring Eurydice home — he has to make himself believe that. This is just a stop along the way.

But while he’s here, he might as well meet a few people. He watches, recognizing some passers by and others new to him.

[auctionofinnocence]

Larita pauses in front of him, then turns to face him fully.

"Do you always just... watch the world pass you by?" she asks. "Or do you ever try to seize it by the collar and demand your turn at the wheel?" The fervency in her own voice might indicate her own brand of boredom, even while she stands poised and outwardly calm.

The Imaginary Corpse

[detective_stuff]

[ When you're a two foot tall triceratops, you know a thing or two about legs. I don't even need my Detective Stuff for this part. Legs all around, side-stepping me because they see me — and then one pair doesn't, and comes right at me like Miss Mighty about to roundhouse a Bad Guy. I make sure to side-step, but I'm a dinosaur. Agility's not really my forte. ]

Excuse me! Please don't kick me.

[battersea]

Oh! The little voice surprises him, all the more when he looks down and spies a little animal he has never seen or even known about before. It does not look like a living thing, now that he stares at it; it looks like a toy. And yet it just spoke; in fact it made a request.

"Sorry!" he cries, and crouches down at once. "I am terribly sorry. Are you all right? May I... forgive me if this is rude, but I have never met anyone like you. May I ask what you are?"

Tokyo Vampire Hotel

[cer_albastru]

K

The Terror

[tobeseen]

Commander James Fitzjames

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

[kipo]

There's... there's snow! There's so much snow! Kipo runs around it, grabbing armfuls and throwing it in the air to watch and feel it rain — well, snow — down all around her.

"Wow!" she gasps. "It's so much more beautiful than I realized!" A small clump falls down the back of her shirt and she squeaks. "And cold!" she yelps. Then she laughs and throws herself into it, rolling about and enjoying the exciting new sensation.

"Benson? Wolf! Come check it out!"

And then she remembers... Right. They're not here. It's just her, in this wide city with no mutes, where the surface isn't dangerous and people haven't moved into Burrows.

And there's snow.

It's A Sin

[notexotic]

Ash Mukherjee

[myfavoritedream]

Hey.

The Good Place

[aztrashbag]

Eleanor Shellstrop has been in Darrow for a week and she's been margarita drunk for six and a half days. She stands atop a table.

"Hellooooo, Darrow! My name is Eleanor Shellstrop and we are all in The Bad Place!" Miserably cheerful, she spills some marg on her shirt. No one seems to be looking, so she lifts the bottom of her shirt to suck at it. No marg gets left behind.

Re: The Good Place

[oh_dip]

"Eleanor, I don't think they care," Jason said from his seat beneath her. She's been drinking non stop, but that dork at the hardware store wouldn't even sell him a hundred dollars of model glue, so he's been making due with margaritas, too.

Without the ice and maybe a little glycerin they'd probably explode. Probably.

Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow

[tomorrowshero]

James Rogers

Re: Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow

[ssrsousa]

James Rogers? With that shield? Your father wouldn't happen to be Steve, would he?

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

[thesecondmagician]

Jonathan Strange

ST:DS9

[simplegarak]

Garak