TEST DRIVE MEME FEB 2012

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Test Drive Meme

For the reserves period between December 16, 2011 to February 15, 2012.
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This meme is here to let prospective characters mingle ICly with the characters already in the game and each other. It helps us introduce various scenarios that you're likely to encounter in Soul Campaign and the different places used in the game. Hopefully, this helps you figure out if the game is really suited to your needs or not -- otherwise, just have fun!

The scenarios for this cycle are:
1. Shibusen has run out of free residential units! You are now stuck in one of their dorms with three other people. There's no privacy at all!
2. You find yourself trapped in the Holocaust mall during a blizzard. It's not as nice as you might think when there's a kishin egg or two prowling about.
3. There's a disease spreading that gives any meister or weapon who doesn't have a partner boils on their faces. You have exactly three hours before it reaches you -- time to make use of partner activities to get one. Please indicate if you're a meister or a weapon on your subject header.
4. It's mission time! You're suddenly thrown into a mission with a stranger (or several strangers). Do you flee or fight? (Current mission board is here.)
5. Your character was brought into Shibusen with a big problem. It seems that the BREW thought it would be funny if guys were girls and girls were guys. You have to race up the Shibusen steps to get the antidote, but you have to drink it with one or more people. Apparently, BREW likes company?

Just choose any one randomly, or make up your own, we don't mind! To make things simpler, please follow this subject line:

[CHARACTER NAME | CANON or FANDOM CHARACTER IS FROM | MEISTER OR WEAPON | SCENARIO# (or indicate if it's a new scenario)]

For example: [SPIRIT ALBARN | SOUL EATER | WEAPON | #1]

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Here's the Soul Campaign Navigation Page for all the other information you need.

As an extra note, you may add your TD threads to your application although it is not a requirement to do so and will not count towards activity checks. Please place it under the Notes section if you do.

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[hand_of_judgement]

He had been doing as he had been taught ever since that day. First by pushing himself through law school, then as a prosecutor for the city, before finally taking the steps to become a judge that presided over the people. Everything he did was to live up to his father's wishes, to never turn a blind eye, and he had been trying to prove himself to his dead father ever since.

The movement drew his attention from his thoughts as he sighted his father turn his face away. He didn't miss the glistening of a tear as it rolled down the side of his father's face.

"I--" he started, but his voice seemed to give way as Yuri fell back into silence. Maybe this had been nothing but a big mistake? Turning his face away, the judge pushed himself up to stand as he said, "I should find you a doctor."

[i_am_legend]

It took a lot of self-control to keep his breathing even as he stared at a wall nearby. He couldn't face one of the lives that his actions had ruined. Origa had tried to convince him that times were hard, his job done, and she had done her best to shield Yuri from his dark spiral.

Yet, had that protection been for anything? His son had awakened as a NEXT and took him to task. Had it been real justice? He supposed that Yuri had no reason to forgive him for what he had done.

"Your face," he murmured softly, keeping his face averted. "I... grabbed your face with my hand. You're... safe, aren't you Yuri? I didn't hurt you...?"

[hand_of_judgement]

Yuri had already begun neatening up his papers with every intention to leave once he'd found a doctor. He wasn't ready for this, and he should have given his father time to recover before attempting anything like this. Besides, he had far too much work to do even if this wasn't his city.

He paused from gathering his papers at the mention of his face. The scar hidden beneath the makeup ached in response to the attention, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching up to grasp his face. Gritting his teeth, he purposefully looked away from his father as he forced his voice to remain calm. "I'm fine."

[i_am_legend]

He could hear the shift of papers, and he made no movement to investigate since he could guess. It took him time to process information, having to think beyond pain to gather his information. He also knew for a fact that his presence here was making Yuri suffer.

Slowly, he nodded his head, blinking rapidly to halt the tears in case his son actually went to find a doctor. He had what little of his dignity remained to consider. He set himself, wincing at the flare of pain along his damaged skin and simply rested his head back against the pillow.

He disliked liars, but he found it difficult to blame Yuri. He was in no position to make demands. "That's... good. Very good."

[hand_of_judgement]

He closed his eyes as he heard the answer his father gave. Running his fingers down along the length of his face, he dropped his arm back down to his side as he stood there silently. He had become another disappointment for his father again. Yuri didn't need to look to know that was the case, but the scar he bore was his burden to shoulder. While his father may have gripped his face, he hadn't been the one to give him the scar. That was something Yuri had done on his own.

"Then keep that answer in mind in the future," Yuri found himself murmuring while he distracted himself with gathering his papers into his hold. Forcing everything to the back of his mind, he returned his neutral gaze back to the heavily bandaged man. "Is there anything that you need? Painkillers?"

[i_am_legend]

He wondered after the simple reply that he had just received, considering it slowly. Was that to say that any question that he asked after when it came to Yuri's life and well-being? 'I'm fine', would be the answer for all of his questions?

Did he had a right to ask after Yuri's life anymore? He supposed that he didn't after what he had done, how far he had fallen. Yet, if he let Yuri go without Origa there to support him, he knew that he would spiral back into that black hole that swallowed him when his powers had disappeared. He was better off dead than sinking alone in that mind space. Perhaps Yuri would have to end him again.

"I need nothing," he murmured in resignation. He deserved the pain; it allowed him to know he was still alive and kept him from reaching for a drink.

"However," he said, sounding stronger and little more like his old self, "no matter what I've done, no matter how much I hurt you and your mother, no matter how much I regret certain actions... I will always be your father, Yuri." He hesitated; how long had it been since he had spoken to his son like this? He had to take the risk. "I'm... glad to see that you've grown up looking so strong."

[hand_of_judgement]

Yuri nodded when his father spoke of not needing anything. That worked well for him, but he would still get the doctor to come in and check on him regardless. While he kept himself at a distance, Yuri wanted to make sure that his father was taken care of.

Pausing from leaving, Yuri's cool glance dropped back down to sight the bandaged form of the man in the bed. He didn't allow himself to process the sight. That could be done when he was no longer in the presence of anyone else, when he was alone in his apartment. For now though, he had to remain strong.

The words his father spoke ran over him. He had never once denied who his father was, but he never spoke of him either. He had withdrawn into himself about his life, even when it came to his mother.

"I have never denied who you are to me, Papa," he softly said after a moment.

[i_am_legend]

He could feel Yuri's gaze on him, but he didn't drop his eyes from staring at the ceiling to meet that gaze. Right now, he didn't think that he could take it because he no longer knew what he would find. It was like meeting a man he used to know but no longer had the experience to deal with the situation.

He had lost too many years to the drink, and this small white room would be his punishment until his burns had healed. He had to wonder if Yuri would come to visit him again, or if the boy was out of his grasp forever after what had happened between them. He... wouldn't blame Yuri; he would accept his son's need for distance.

New tears formed at the corner of his eyes at the soft words, and he felt his chin drawing up as emotional pain seemed to momentarily drown out his physical one. He made no noise as the tears slipped down his cheeks, and he winced when they slid across his burns.

"I-I only wanted to provide for you," he whispered hoarsely. This was why he drowned in drink; these emotions were too much. He couldn't escape them.

[hand_of_judgement]

He meant what he said. Despite everything that had happened, the man lying on the bed in front of him had never once stopped being his father. That was something Yuri would never deny. He had turned a blind eye to most of what his father had done in the years leading up to his death, and it was something that he was willing to continue doing. Yuri had only stepped in to protect his mother from his father's bitterness, but both of his parents had paid the price for his actions.

The hoarse words washed over him, and he stood there quietly while regarding them. He caught sight of a nurse sticking her head in the door, a perfect escape for him, but he found himself silently gesturing for her to leave them be. He wouldn't allow anyone to see Sternbild's most famous hero so vulnerable.

"You lost sight of that," he murmured. The documents were still held in one hand at his side, but he made no move to leave. Instead he made his decision and placed the documents back on the table before turning the chair around and seating himself with in it. "The doctors say that you should make a complete recovery from your injuries."

[i_am_legend]

His gaze flicked from the ceiling to the door when it opened, and he quickly moved his face to the side to avoid being seen by the nurse. He wanted to wipe at his face, but his hands were too sore, his arms unwilling to move to his commands at this point. The best he could do was let the pillow absorb what fell.

And he had completely expected Yuri to leave him in the care of the medical professionals here. It was the perfect opportunity for them both to have space. All he would be allowed to do was think and sleep, neither of which he felt inclined to do. He heard the door close again, and he knew Yuri had not left, just the nurse.

"I lost sight of a lot of things," he replied in the same hoarse voice. It was his fault, but it was easier to forget his part of the blame when he was drunk.

His gaze shifted from the wall to regard Yuri when he heard the scrap of a chair against the floor. He cared little for if he would recover; he knew well enough that it would take a long time. "Sit closer," he requested softly, gesturing with his fingers to his bedside. "Let me see you, Yuri."

[hand_of_judgement]

Yuri said nothing in regards to his father's confession of losing sight of many things. He would never say so either way, and simply allowed the topic to disappear between them. Now was far from the time from it, and he figured that they could both do with leaving that topic alone.

He paused in seating himself when asked to sit closer. Being close to anyone was something he wasn't used to anymore. Ever since that fateful day, Yuri had kept his distance from everyone as often as he could. That was why he found it difficult to move the seat closer to the bed. He did just that despite how he felt, and sat as close as he could to the bed. Sitting up straight, his expression remained impassive as he allowed his father to see him.

[i_am_legend]

Mr. Legend sat silently waiting to see what his son would do, and he would respect a refusal if one came. There was a small shiver of pleasure in the endless pain of his mind and body when the other man chose to move closer and sat at his bedside. How many months had it been since he had done anything with Yuri?

He studied his grown-up son's features now that they were closer. Yes, Yuri had grown into a fine looking young man, and his mother's features were strong in the boy. His own were there too, but they were stronger when Yuri had been younger.

Slowly, refusing to admit the agony in his limbs, he lifted a hand from his bedside. His limb trembled as it moved inches from the covers, and his features twisted with effort as he forced it to move. If he had the strength to hit Origa as much as he had, he would make the strength work for something far more worthwhile no matter the cost. Breathing heavy with supressed pain, he managed to get his hand over the railing of the bed before it seemed like such a distance to where Yuri was sitting, yet he still persisted for the purpose of touching his son for the first time in so long. Not those swatting slaps he did to shove the boy away... to actually touch to make certain this was all real.

[hand_of_judgement]

The last time his father had touched him left him with the scar covering almost all of his face. It was a scar that he hid from the world, but one that haunted his every action - even as he ran through the city as Lunatic.

His father's movement caught his attention, and he felt his muscles unconsciously tense when he figured out what the other man was doing. While he knew the man was of no threat, he couldn't help the reaction from the simple gesture. The strain his father was putting himself through for the gesture had him frowning. Ignoring the way he automatically reacted, Yuri calmed his mind even as the sight of his father's heavily bandaged hands.

It took him time, but slowly Yuri found himself reaching out towards that bandaged hand. There was uncertainty within, the thought of touching the man brought with it the memories of the last time he had, and the results of what had happened because of it. Clenching his fist, he forced his reservations to the back of his mind as he relaxed his hand and moved it to brush his fingers gently over the bandaged hand of his father.

The touch was foreign to him, and he did his best to forget everything that had happened before he was moving to place his father's arm back on the mattress. "You shouldn't move unnecessarily. It will only delay your recovery."

[i_am_legend]

He huffed and puffed with effort as he forced his hand out little-by-little, not actually expecting Yuri to move. He wanted to do this by himself in some regards in order to prove that he had the strength of will within if he really wanted it. This was his personal test while sober for the first time in months.

If he couldn't even muster the strength to touch his son, he didn't deserve to recover at all. He would be a burden when he was supposed to be the provider, and he could not allow anyone to be subjected to him in such a way. This was his one chance.

His eyes watered as the pain intensified, but there was a moment of relief when he felt the brush against his bandaged hand. The spark of pain was an indication that he had touched something, and while his arm felt like it was on fire again, he forced his fingers to curl down even as Yuri made his arm return to the bed. "What good is recovery if I'm nothing but a burden? I won't live as a burden to anyone, Yuri."

[hand_of_judgement]

It was a foreign feeling when fingers curled back around his hand. Doing everything that he could to ignore the sensation, Yuri focused on doing what was best. The only time he had felt the strength of his burn had been when his father's burning hand had grabbed his head. Unlike all of his victims, Yuri felt comforted and safe within the embrace of his flames. He may have lived with and took care of his mother, but his home would always be within the depths of his fire ability.

The words washed over his hearing, and he was far from surprised by it. It wasn't the first his father had fallen down such a road. Was it a path that he'd willingly take again? Releasing his hold, he had every intention of pulling his hand free as he calmly asked, "Why would you consider yourself a burden?"

[i_am_legend]

He wasn't completely blind to Yuri's discomfort, but he selfishly took this moment for his own. He had accomplished a little of what he had hoped, and it seemed that his requests would still be followed regardless of their past. This was the first time in a long time that he had been in full grasp of his senses and even more importantly, reliving a contact he had given up long ago.

Feeling the shift of Yuri's hand, it awakened sparks of pain from his sensitive burnt flesh. "You know why," he replied simply, relaxing into the mattress again. His hand relaxed on Yuri's, holding it there for him to indulge a little longer.

[hand_of_judgement]

His brows furrowed when it seemed that his father wasn't yet ready to release his hand. Inwardly grunting in annoyance, he grudgingly kept his touch there even as the other said his simple reply. Yuri had momentarily forgotten the fact that his father hadn't exactly been in the proper state to find out any of the information, and he inwardly berated himself for his own foolishness.

"Any NEXT ability was stripped from individuals entering this world," Yuri calmly said before continuing. "From what I understand, the powers NEXT, and those similar to them, hold simply do not work here regardless, but have been replaced with something entirely different."

[i_am_legend]

While it was obvious that Yuri was trying to inform him of whatever information was relevant to this world, Legend didn't find that he cared much. It was interesting that NEXT abilities were gone, he had lost his years before and didn't find that information particularly relevant to himself.

His fingers twitched against Yuri's hand at the mention of it being replaced with something more. He felt tired, and he still wasn't certain of this new 'world' they were apparently in. "Replaced? Are there heroes in this world?"

[hand_of_judgement]

The twitch was felt, but he didn't react to it. Instead he finally withdrew his touch all together as his hand came to rest neatly on his lap. It had been difficult to keep it there for as long as he had, but there was still that pang of guilt felt after it had been taken away.

He reasoned with himself that he wasn't ready for such things, and so he sat there as he answered his father's questions.

"There is a system in this world that turns individuals into physical Weapons or those who wield the Weapons," Yuri lightly explained before regarding his father coolly. "So far there are two heroes, other than yourself, here from Sternbild. This world does not seem to advertise the need for any such heroes, but it is a world at war unlike our own."

[i_am_legend]

There was a brief sense of loss at the contact as Yuri withdrew, but he made no mention of it. He forced himself to relax as much as he could, and he knew based on his level of pain that his medication was starting to wear off. There was no mention of that either; he deserved to suffer.

Still, he forced himself to listen since Yuri was offering the information freely. It was rare that information was offered in such a way, and he was used to have to investigate for himself the facts. "A strange system," he murmured with a grimace. "I'm no hero; I retired."

[hand_of_judgement]

Yuri silently watched his father for a long time after those words were spoken. He knew why the man had retired from his duties. It was the entire reason why he had lost his father and his mother at the same time. Yet he did not blame either of them. He had been the one to destroy both of their lives, and it was his responsibility to take care of his mother while he continued his father's work.

That was a topic best considered later though, and he pushed it to the back of his mind as he moved to stand up. Brushing down his suit to iron out the creases, Yuri gracefully reached out to pick up his documents before half-turning away from the bed. He didn't walk off though, and while he didn't look at his father, his full attention was on the man.

"Whether you remain retired here or not is your decision, and your decision alone," he murmured to begin with. There was a slight pause, almost as if he was considering his options, before Yuuri said, "You should be focusing on your recovery first and foremost though. Everything else can be discussed once you're well enough to do so."

[i_am_legend]

He too was more than willing to let the topic fall by the wayside. He had plenty of thinking to do while he recovered, but for the moment, he was occupied with watching Yuri rise and gather up items. He supposed that it was best to keep their visitations short for the time being; they had a lot to think about.

"It's not like I can go anywhere to compromise any recovery efforts," he replied softly. He was in too much pain and now exhausted from the minor endeavours that he had undertaken. He wasn't about the mention either and instead kept his gaze on Yuri's back. "Will you come again to visit?"

[hand_of_judgement]

That was true, but he knew well the stubbornness of the other heroes. He doubted that his father wasn't too different from that if he hadn't been wallowing in self-pity. Time would tell though, and for now Yuri had the impression that the man would comply and remain in bed for at least long enough to half recover.

Subtly glancing down towards the bed at the question, the judge was quiet in thought as he considered his options. While the glance was fleeting, his attention never had been as he muttered, "I will return tomorrow and see if you are in need of anything."

[i_am_legend]

Slowly, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the blackness behind his eyelids was that soothing darkness that he had fallen into before he had woken up on that strange floor. It wasn't as soothing as he remembered it, but it allowed his burnt ears to pick up the subtle shift of papers nearby.

"If I'm sleeping, wake me," he murmured softly. "I would like to see you when you arrive." He chapped lips pulled in a vain attempt at a smile, but the skin broke and began to bleed. He didn't even wince. "Thank you for coming to visit today, Yuri."

[hand_of_judgement]

There was some part of him that wished that request hadn't been made. It would have given him the perfect opportunity to leave on the grounds of not wanting to wake the man, but while he could dismiss the scar on his face, Yuri couldn't deceive his father on this level.

He didn't glance over to see the smile, but knew that it was on his chapped lips as his father spoke. Why... why would he want to see him again after what he'd done to him? Yuri didn't say anything for a while before slowly nodding his head. "I will see you tomorrow."

With that said, Yuri began heading out towards the door.