TEST DRIVE MEME JULY 2012

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Test Drive Meme

For the reserves period between June 22, 2012 to September 13, 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. The BREW summons you into the Kishin Chamber during a power outage, along with a bunch of other strangers.
2. You're trapped in a blizzard during a mission to Greenland, and must now huddle with your partner for warmth. Your partner may or may not be someone you know.
3. You've intercepted an important piece of intel about the way to enter the witches' realm. It's kind of really embarrassing, however. Maybe you should try it out first to see if it's true?
4. Shortages are not uncommon during wars, and this time around the entire city has run out of coffee/tea/[insert character's favorite substance]. What lengths will you go to to get your fix?
5. There's a perfect mission for you on the mission bulletin board! The problem is, you're required to crossdress as your opposite gender.

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]

For OOC discussions and generally just chatting around, please head over here.

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.

Comments

[incinerare]

[Roy's already working on the second of his own when he catches sight of Hughes getting ready from his side vision and thus he manages to dodge the second, pitching his own toward the man shortly after the dodge.]

We'll see if you're still talking big after eating some of this snow.

[The words are delivered as he moves to work on the third snowball now..]

[comradery]

[Coincidence! Hughes is working on his next on too, but he does not catch what Roy's doing quickly enough to dodge the second snowball completely. It skims his shoulder.

Oh. This means war.

He uses his trained throwing abilities this time, pelting the snowball in his hand at Roy, the ball flying significantly faster than any of the previous ones.]

I'll show you eating snow!

[He quickly moves to another location to form another snowball since there is not much available snow left where he is standing toward the back of the cave.]

[incinerare]

[Unfortunately, he'd turned to throw his next one about the time Hughes had let fly, and thus Roy ended up with a face full of snow and stinging skin. Shaking his head, he threw his own toward Hughes, trying to pay the man back for that shot.]

[comradery]

[He laughs, raising his arm to block the snowball while he is making his next one. It hits square in his forearm, and he throws his next snowball (normally) soon after. He is running out of snow though, and he wonders how much longer the meager amount of snow around him will last.

Damn Roy for being near the mouth of the cave where all the fresh snow was!]

[incinerare]

[Roy managed to duck the next one, throwing his own at the man's torso since really he didn't want to knock Hughes' glasses off his face. After the throw, he moved to a different part of the cave mouth for fresh ammunition.

At least neither of them were thinking of the chill or the weather beyond the cave currently.]

[comradery]

[Hughes barely dodges that last one, but he has more or less run out of decent snow to use. Welp.

He tries to come up with a plan as he stalls for the time being and tries to dodge anymore snowballs that come his way.]

[incinerare]

[One more is tossed toward Hughes before Roy notices the fact that Hughes is currently out of snow to use. He paused after making one more snowball, and let his eyes take in the rest of the cave, noting the blanket between him and Hughes now.]

Pick your blanket up and use it and I won't keep tossing these at you.

[comradery]

What, you think you've won? It's not over just because I'm out of snow!

[Seriously, Roy, you forget who you are dealing with. This man is nearly just as stubborn as you.

Hughes dashes at Roy, tackling him to the ground. The easiest way to settle this was to use physical force. Roy had nothing on him when it came to that.]

[incinerare]

[Roy fell over on his back, snow soaking the back of his head and the collar of his coat and some of it getting beneath it to get his shirt collar damp. Completely unfair using superior physical strength, Hughes. Still, he's not just going to lay down and take this defeat meekly.

He tried to push himself backward, but that didn't go so well, just raking grooves into the snow below him without actually getting him anywhere. Okay, plan b. It takes a moment to get himself turned over, but he gets it done. Now to pull himself out of the other man's grabbing range..]

[comradery]

[Hughes shouts softly when Roy slips out of his hold and turns over. Oh, no, you are not getting away, kiddo.

Hughes sits up and grabs at the back of Roy's coat to pull Roy back, but his gloves do not have enough traction to actually let him hold on. Cursing softly he lunges forward and grapples his arm around Roy's neck, trying to pull his friend back that way.]

[incinerare]

[There's a brief attempt to see if it's possible to wriggle free, and he might actually be able to get free if he really wanted to, but Roy finally gives in to the 'defeat' for now, letting Hughes drag him back further into the cave.]

[comradery]

[He chuckles faintly when the struggling stops. He loosens the arm around Roy's neck a bit so that he is not choking his friend.]

Giving up, eh? [Though honestly, he is a bit drained himself from the scuffle. It was freezing outside. They probably should not be wasting energy like they were, even if it was ridiculously fun.

Hughes scoots back slowly on his butt while dragging Roy with him and stops when they reach his discarded blanket.]

Get up off your butt and sit on the blanket, lazy. I'm not picking you up, too.

[incinerare]

Are you going to get my blanket out of my pack this time or do I have to do that myself too? [He put a hand down to feel for the blanket and then used a combination of leg and hands to lift himself up and push himself back onto the blanket behind him.]

Happy?

[comradery]

[Answering the latter first.] Yep.

It's too far for me to grab without getting up. [He unfolds the arm around Roy and points at Roy's pack over Roy's shoulder.] You're closer. Pull it over, would you?

[incinerare]

[There's a brief eye roll at the question-slash-demand and he moves to his knees and stretches out to snag one of the pack straps with one hand and pulls it over toward him before finally sitting down with the pack tween his legs as he opens it to fetch the blanket.]

If I could still use my alchemy, I could warm this cave up and we wouldn't have to worry about the cold.

[Blanket retrieved, he closes the pack to push it back off to the side of them and holds the blanket up for Hughes to take.]

[comradery]

[Hughes grabs the blanket and wraps it around the both of them, settling his arms around the other man's waist to keep them from being obtrusive.]

No sense worrying about that now. Do you really miss it that much? Not having alchemy.

[He leans his chin against Roy's shoulder and glances at him as he asks this.]

[incinerare]

[Roy considers the question quietly for a couple minutes, letting their collective body heat deal with the chill from his damp clothing and hair.]

I know there's no point worrying. It's just... I guess I'm too used to having it there if needed it, or wanted to use it. It's been with me for over ten years, after all. How would you feel your knives were taken from you without warning, and you couldn't replace them?

[Not the best comparison really, but it was the only one he could think of currently.]