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★ 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.
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★ 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

Comments

Hatter | Syfy Original Series Alice

[asmadasahatter]

What the hell?!

[Hatter stands and watches the proceedings with a passing interest. He's close to a tree and easy to miss for those who aren't looking for him.]

Blood hell. [He's gotten himself into something far beyond what he's comfortable with. He misses the simpler days when he'd run a tea shop and then discreetly help out those who needed it.]

This just means trouble.

what the hell?!

[chaosvessel]

[The village had been troubling, but more so their lack of concern about new arrivals than anything. Something was...off about this place, and he intended to figure out what. Spreading his search had proven interesting. As serene as the village had been, the wilderness beyond was as deadly, a stark contrast...or a means of control. Either way, he'd determined he'd find more answers beyond than within.

Crimson cape swirling about him as he strode purposefully into the wood, he came up short when he heard the chanting. It was haunting, and reminiscent of the followers of Sephiroth. A bad sign.

He watched the huddled figures for a moment, looking for some sign of intent, when Hatter spoke. He turned his head quickly at the sound, cursing himself for not noticing the man sooner. He makes a sound of agreement, rough and deep and looks back to the huddled worshipers.]

Trouble, indeed...but what kind?

what the hell?!

[asmadasahatter]

The kind I prefer to avoid.

[Hatter turns towards the man with a curiously confused expression. Red swirling cape? He’s clearly not with the house of cards though he certainly looks like one of their many hit man. Hatter, being the skilled pretender that he is, continues without missing a beat.]

I don’t think we’ve been introduced.

[chaosvessel]

We haven't.

[Vincent's tone is curt and he doesn't shift his gaze from the gathered people in the clearing among the standing stones as he replies. He crosses his arms, the glinting bronze claw on his left arm catching the moonlight.]

It's probably best to be avoided.

[asmadasahatter]

That isn’t anyway to introduce yourself.

[Hatter replies with ease and composure, not completely unlike a man used to putting on a show.]

For example! [She removes his hat and quickly flicks it in a circle and then tosses it up to land spectacularly on the cap of his head.] I’m called Hatter.

Now it’s your turn.

[chaosvessel]

[Vincent shifts his gaze toward the man, no emotion showing in his expression or his eyes. It hadn't been an introduction because I hadn't tried, he thought.

He watches Hatter's display evenly and blinks his eyes once before speaking.]

Vincent.

[asmadasahatter]

[Hatter's eyebrows rose at the man.]

I see you enjoy using an extensive vocabulary.

[He might be getting a little standoffish.]

I don't suppose you know a way out of this place?

[chaosvessel]

[If Vincent has a further comment on the matter of his conversational skills, he doesn't voice it. Instead, he turns toward the man, dropping his arms to his sides, moving his cloak aside as he does so.

That is a very impressive firearm at his hip.]

No. [He looks back toward the clearing and the pause that follows is almost enough to make the other man think he isn't going to say anything else.] I don't think they'll help us.

[asmadasahatter]

[Hatter releases a soft breath. Great, a silent man with a very large gun. This day can't possibly get better.]

I'm receiving a similar feeling.

[He replies in an easy tone. This is a very frustrating conversation for him.]

[offwithhishat]

[ Jefferson had been keeping his eye on whatever was going on as well, opting for taking cover in nearby bushes. He had been so wrapped up in whatever was going on that he actually hadn't noticed another nearby presence until he heard a voice. He was already on high alert so he wasn't as surprised as he normally would have been, but he couldn't stop the slight startled jump when the other man spoke.

However, appearing vulnerable wasn't a good idea. The other fellow looked just as misplaced as Jefferson felt, but he kept his expression stern and walls high. ]

You know anything about this?

[asmadasahatter]

[Hatter looks over at Jefferson with a raised eyebrow. He wonders how many strangers might be hiding out in the bushes, inspecting the same scene.]

If I did I'd probably have the good sense to be far away from here.

[Self preservation above all else.]

[offwithhishat]

Evidently neither of us have good sense if we both thought coming this far into the woods was a bright idea to begin with.

[ The way he said it made it pretty evident that he wasn't too happy with the current situation. ]

If we're going to be in this mess together we should probably trade names.

[ Except he wasn't interested in going first. ]

[asmadasahatter]

[Hatter smiles at the idea of a trade.]

Sounds like a fair trade. I'm called Hatter and if you knew me it would be by that name.

[He is, afterall, a self proclaimed philamperist.]

[offwithhishat]

Fair trades are the only kind I make.

[ Well. He thought they were fair.

His expression shifted at the name. "Hatter." He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, his thoughts turning as his gaze lifted to the man's hat, but he was rather swift to correct the slip in his facade. ]

Jefferson. Not what I'm called, but what I prefer.

[asmadasahatter]

Jefferson it is.

[Hatter flashes him a momentary smile before his lips fell into a more serious expression. His brows furrow slightly with a confused look pulling over his features.]

I haven’t seen anything like this but good sense says we should leave and find information elsewhere.

[He isn’t looking to stick his neck out with unknown variables. Not without good reason anyway.]

[offwithhishat]

[ Jefferson wasn't in the mood to bother with returning any pleasantries. The smiles could be saved for when he wasn't within jogging distance of a cult. ]

I'm inclined to agree.

[ He shot the group a look, then back to Hatter. ]

Think we can get out of this without being noticed?

[asmadasahatter]

[Hatter rolls his shoulders and then turns a quick sharp turn away from the gathering in front of them. He walks away without looking back behind them.]

They're more concerned with their own goings ons.

[He'd walk up that far without being spotted, no reason he can't walk away in a similar fashion.]

[harrythelizard]

[No amount of understanding of this place was going to happen by exploring the village. For one, there was barely anything there. He'd cast a few tracer spells, but there didn't seem to be much in the way of trace magic around, either. Either the place was clean or whatever had happened to this place had happened so long ago, the scars didn't even remain.

He hadn't quite worked up the nerve to take a look around with the Third sight, at least...not yet. Unfamiliar territory? Completely alien (and decidedly creepy) shadow monsters? Nah. The need for answers wasn't that desperate. Yet.

It was disconcerting how dead the place seemed. No plants, no animal sounds. Nothing. It was as though some great cataclysm had ripped the very fiber of life out of the Earth itself. That didn't sit well at all with the wizard. Magic was life. He wasn't sure what kept his walking forward for so long, either, but as he crested the wooded hill and the standing stones showed themselves, and what seemed to be some sort of religious ritual to boot, he felt the walk was worth it.

He starts at the sound of Hatter's voice. Okay. Did not see that guy there. Harry, you're getting rusty. Or old, like Thomas says.

You know what? Screw you, Thomas. He raises a hand to stroke his chin, nodding sagely, as was his wizardly right.]

Mmhm, Mmhm. Or it could mean Druids. You know. Nature worshipers. Maybe they're trying to bring life back to the land.

[He pauses for a beat.]

Or really boring LARPers.

[asmadasahatter]

[Hatter is only vaguely paying attention to his surrounding. He is actually talking to himself. When Harry replies his lips twitch and he turns to look at the other man, taking a quick measure of the stranger.]

Does this really look like people worshiping nature to you?

[His voice sounds incredulous. They were wearing black and chanting, not skipping through the dead woods naked and trying to breath life back into the woods. Not that Hatter knows anything about how you would do that.

He ignores the LARP comment because Hatter doesn't know what that acronym means.]

[harrythelizard]

[At his question, Harry nods, completely serious for the moment.]

The stones are runed and set up in a circle. Circles are a binding of intent. The runes are instructions, but they don't look like any I've ever seen before.

[And if Bob were here, I could just ask them what they meant. Crap.]

I might be able to figure it out, but they don't look too friendly, and I don't really want to find out what kind of power they might be packing.

[asmadasahatter]

[Hatter just stares at him through this explanation. He sounds like he knows a lot and it sounds like a lot of stuff that he doesn’t want to get involved with.]

They’re mad as a box of frogs. [He has a feeling this stranger is similarly mad.]

So we walk away then and form plan B.

[He misses Wonderland, at least there he knew the dangers.]

[harrythelizard]

[Harry nods again at Hatter's description.]

A potentially powerful box of frogs. [He raises an index finger wisely.] Never underestimate the destructive power of an angry mob. It's an Old English proverb.

[He looks over to the shorter man, finally, breaking his serious expression with a slight smirk.] Harry Dresden.

[asmadasahatter]

Is it now?

[Hatter asks in a skeptical voice. He turns more fully towards Harry, his gaze inspecting the man more carefully. He can appreciate a mad in a very large coat.]

Hatter.

[He introduces himself with a minimal flourish.]

And that's why we search for a plan B or perhaps just speak to the one pulling the strings. [It's easier to talk to peoples bosses tho far more dangerous]

[harrythelizard]

Never question a wizard.

[It's spoken matter-of-factly and with a curt nod.

And then he blinks, looking back to the other man.]

Hatter? You said your name was Hatter? Hatter comma the?

[asmadasahatter]

Just Hatter.

[His eyes narrow at the man.]

You said you were a wizard? Of what sort?

[Clearly one of the queens men. She wouldn't allow power to run around without her know how. Unless he realize is in another world. If so, that sucks.]