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Test Drive

★ Test Drive Meme

- Post with a character you might want to play here.
- Either use one of the prompts or you can make your own.
- Have fun.

★ Prompts

1) Arrival
[Before you knew it, the world you were in had gone dark. Why or even how wasn't exactly clear, but the moment you wake up, you find that you are not where you were before. Instead there appears to be a small village, but it's dark and the people appear to not be leaving there houses anytime soon. Why weren't they? Perhaps looking around might wield results.]

2) Monster Attack
[Just outside the village creatures appear to be wondering around. If you come too close they will attack. Sharp claws swinging towards whoever crosses there path. Avoid or counter?]

3) What the hell?!
[In the woods, if one were to wonder further enough they would come across a circle and a bunch of cloak people, kneeling down and bowing down toward the center. Whatever was going on it was certainly odd.]

4) Wildcard

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No idea where we are, no reference point, no idea what we might be going up against?

[He nods. That couldn't possibly be a recipe for disaster.]

What's the worst that could happen?

[Christ, he was starting to sound like his brother.]

Where have you been?

We can only hope for a great adventure.

[She knows nothing which usually doesn't bother her, except the strange feeling that they are in a place where they can't go home.]

I've been to almost every state in the U.S. parts of Canada and then a few countries overseas though my map is just of the U.S.

[Freya shrugs her pack around and unzips one of the smaller front pockets to extract the beat-up map.]

[He's really missing his sawed-off shotgun and kukri right now. He looks over to the worn map she pulls from her bag and nods, looking suitably impressed.]

Pretty impressive, but I meant here.

Yes, but I don't know where here is.

[There inlines her problem.]

If you want to know where I magically woke up.

[She nods her head to the left.]

That would be over there.

[Thomas nods, having gotten his answer to spite her awkward avoidance to the question.]

So, the answer is nowhere, yet.

[He pauses, looking around.] Just because we don't know anything about the place doesn't mean we can't find out. You up for taking a look around?

[Freya prefers to avoid most things though when she doesn't have an answer to a question she'll still try to figure it out. She'll do nothing with the answer but she'll have it.]

If that's an invitation then yes.

[She smiles at him before adjusting the straps of her backpack. Her gray eyes flick towards the tree line. She doesn't want to go into the forest.]

Let's check out town.

[Freya looks back at Thomas.]

I'll be safe with a white knight right?

[Thomas scoffs at the description. He's anything but someone's white knight. Even after everything he did, he still hadn't been about to protect the one person most dear to him. In the end, he'd been the one who'd almost killed her. He shook off the depressing thoughts, reminding himself that there were things here who wanted to kill them, and while all he had were his bare hands to protect either of them, it was something.]

Yeah, I'll do my best. Let's see what this place has to offer.

[Freya watches him curiously, her fingers lacing behind her back in an easy gesture. She looks far to relaxed for the situation.]

Let's hope it's something good.

[She cants her head to the side.]

So what are you? Can I ask that? If it helps we can trade information.

[He doesn't smell like anything she's encountered before and holy fuck he's pretty. Somehow she feels like its the sort of pretty that might even make her instincts waver. That's an uncomfortable thought.]

[Thomas' demeanor changes immediately. Where he'd been flippant and devil-may-care just a moment ago, his expression darkens with a frown. How exactly did he explain what he was to someone who clearly didn't know what a White Court vampire was?]

I'm...a vampire.

[Freya doesn't look bothered upon hearing this.]

Not like any vampire I've smelled. Are there different kinds?

[She adjusts the straps on her backpack before stepping forward.]

Oh, right. You don't have to answer if you don't want. I'm naturally curious.

[Where she comes from vampires don't have kinds?]

Yes. We have kinds. I'm a White Court vampire.

I've only met one other vampire and I'm about 85% sure he drank blood.

[It isn't like she asked Luther what his diet was.]

So what's a white court vampire? Are they all as pretty as you?

[Thomas can't help but smirk at her comment.]

Most of us are. We...feed on emotions. [In a way.]

[Freya's eyebrow rose.]

I think I can gander a guess which emotion you like best.

[Considering how she feels towards him... it's probably some vampire thing.]

[Thomas can't help but smile, at least slightly, at that.]

Is that right?

Yes~

[She draws out the word, smiling up at Thomas.]

Crazy how you can catch onto things, right?

[Thomas raises an eyebrow, looking down at the smaller werewolf with a quizzical expression.]

Yeah, funny. So, what do you think I like best? Call it an academic interest.

Well it's a happy one.

[Freya laughs softly, not much makes her feel flustered but this conversation is certainly trying to do just that.]

Let's see, [She hums softly.] given the fact that you're super hot and have this weird allure thing going I'm guessing sex.

[At her response, Thomas went still for a moment. Not the motionlessness of a man not wanting to share his innermost secrets with a stranger, but the calm, complete stillness of a predator in wait, just for a moment. His eyes flickered two shades lighter, his demon rearing its head at it's mention. It wondered if it could feed upon her, sink her into a pit of desire and drink her whole.

He closed his eyes for a moment, shoving the beast back into its cage before meeting her eyes again.]

Yeah. Something like that. [There was a darkness in his voice that hadn't been there before, a sort of loathing, though directed at what was anyone's guess.] And what about you, little wolf? What do you like?

[Freya notices the change in an instant. Her instincts flare and her first reaction is to run. She takes a small step back from him feeling the hair on her arms prickle and rise to attention.]

Like? [She swallows feeling as if their teasing has reached a more serious note. She really doesn't know when to shut her big mouth.]

I like to run.

[Which is true in every sense of the sentence.]

I can see that. [It wasn't spoken with disdain or anything so contemptuous. Instead, it was spoken as one would comment on the weather.]

You don't have to run. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has to control...urges. I doubt hunting in public is good for PR.

[Freya feels some of the tension in her shoulders relax though her instincts are still pressing her to flee.]

You would be correct. Though as a wolf I don't get held to the same people standards... Usually people freak out and run away.

[Not that it's happened but maybe once or twice she's had some weird run-ins as a wolf.] You know we are standing alone on a dark field in what looks like night without a moon right?

[At that, Thomas laughed, nodding.] Yeah, I noticed that the first few times I looked up.

[He shrugs at her explanation.] Running is never a good idea when facing a predator, at least not in my experience, and I have met a few things bigger than me.

[More than a few, but who was counting?]

Maybe you just suck at running?

[Freya offers as a counter feeling a more earnest smile tug at her lips. She is very good at running though she imagines that Thomas might be he sort of predator who can out run her.

It isn't a comforting thought to linger on.]

I actually happen to be damned good at running. [And there was a sort of pride in his voice.] There are a lot of things that would quickly rip my throat out. I don't like to stick around if they get snappy.

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