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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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Harry isn't exactly a stealthy guy. At well over six feet, he doesn't step lightly, and all the dead leaf fall around this forest doesn't help matters much. Not that he's trying to be stealthy. Just getting this far, he's had to blast through more than a few shadow monsters, but he figured out, conjuring a tiny floating ball of light, like the almighty Gandalf, that hovers around his shoulders, seems to keep them at bay. Pretty nifty, right?

He does, not only because of the conjured light, carry with him a strong scent of magic, but he doesn't necessarily realize the treehugger (literally a guy hugging a tree here, folks) is going to smell it.

He watched the guy curiously for a moment, but can't bite back his tongue (can he ever really?) when the guy speaks.]

You know, they say singing to plants helps them grow. I think I read that somewhere.

[David can hear Harry before he smells him which is impressive considering how much magic is radiating off him. It's comparable to those little old ladies who wear too much perfume because they've slowly lost the ability to smell.

His eyes flick towards Dresden, his eyebrows raised up on his forehead while a hand lightly rests on the bark of the shriveled tree.]

That's true. [He's about to sound like he's reading a textbook.] While trees are unable to understand human speech they are able to feel tone, inflection and emotions of those around them; love or affection will help them grow. The interesting part that's arisen in recent studies is that it doesn't matter what you say. Talking will still help their biomass grow faster than saying nothing.

[His voice trails off, looking over at Harry with a smile. Yeah, his mom thinks he's a loser too.]

It was an episode on MythBusters.

[At David's response, Harry smirks, because he knows that feeling. People look at him like he's a loser when he geeks out about magic, too.

Wait. He's just a loser.]

I haven't seen much of their show, but those guys are awesome. Science is cool. [It's closely akin to magic and magic is cool.] I should call them up sometime and tell them why that works.

[Harry continues to approach, offering his hand in greeting when he's close enough.] Harry Dresden, Wizard.

[David can’t help the grin that spreads over his lips. This guy is clearly on the same wave length as he is and he didn’t roll his eyes, which is always a good sign. That or this man is used to meeting people in strange situations.]

Oh? Why does it work?

[Call him curious.]

I’m David Vaughn, werewolf.

[They were doing introductions so he might as well.]

[It's definitely that second one, David. He looks over to David at his question. The temptation to just fully geek out about magic is strong, but this doesn't seem like the right place, what with being surrounded by things that probably want to kill them and all.]

...do you really want to know?

[He shakes David Vaughn, werewolf's hand, nodding.]

Nice you meet you, David Vaughn, werewolf. Should I just call you David? The rest could turn into a mouthful.

[David's eyebrows furrow in thought before rising back up with his characteristically charming smile.]

If I didn't want to know... I wouldn't have asked. [He's already learned that lesson.

His arms drop to the sides after their handshake.] David is fine. Should I call you Harry? [He feels like there should be a werewolf named Harry somewhere but will keep that thought to himself.]

Alright, but you asked for it. [Harry accentuated his point with a finger toward David before making a sweeping motion around the forest with a hand.]

Magic comes from life. It's all around us, inside all of us, and inside every living thing, even when they're close to death. [He made a point of mentioning things close to death, because something tells him his "dead" forest isn't as "dead" as it looks. It takes a lot of intent and a lot of power to kill something as old as an actual forest.] Magic works because, at even their most basic, living things just want to keep on living. It's about intent. Magic spreads faster through the intent of others. That's why us wizards can use it in the first place. When you talk to a plant, you encourage it to grow, to live. You're giving your influence and intention to it, and that's why life science is magic. People just don't get it.

[And, after pause to shift gears, the wizard nods.] Sure, David. Harry's fine.

[David listens like an eager puppy. His eyes shine like water, absorbing every bit of information that Harry throws his way. He wants to know more...]

I understand nature. [He smiles at a joke that skips through this thoughts.] If magic is really connected to it maybe I can give it a try. [This is said as more of a joke. Werewolves aren't known to be wizards.]

You should tell me more about magic. That sounds cool.

[He's giving you permission to geek out.]

[Harry raises a hand to stall his enthusiasm.]

Take it easy, David. Magic isn't something you pick up through a correspondence course. It takes years of practice, and there are laws in place that govern its use.

[He smiles, though. He appreciates the excitement.]

We're talking about the very fabric of life, here. I'll teach you how the world really works, but it's not something I can just explain, and we probably have more important things to worry about right now.

Ah, that's true.

[David's grin falters slightly though he keep his easy demeanor. If he's going to let transportation to another world pierce his cool composure he doesn't show it. That or he's very good at hiding how he feels.]

Honestly, I don't know many wizards. [Except he doesn't get out of his forest often.]

I have a friend of a friend who's a wizard. I assume that not all wizards know each other.

[It isn't like all werewolves know each other.]

Full wizards? Yeah. We typically at least know of each other.

[But Harry doesn't like how Oz-like this place feels, and that opens up a lot more possibilities than he cares to examine...except it's going to be necessary.]

Well, now you know one. [And most people on the Council would say that David had bad luck with this draw. He smiles.] So, have you seen any signs of people out here?

Just in town. There are some signs through the woods but no one lives here.

[His lips form a thin line while his eyes flicking around them momentarily. The lack of wildlife is unsettling and that isn't the only think about this forest that has David on edge.]

This whole place is odd.

[He sighs softly, he'd rather deal with the woods than the people.]

[Harry nods.]

I started getting that impression when I woke up in La-La Land without a ticket.

[He takes a breath.]

If we're going to look for answers, I don't think we're going to find them here. [And the wizard takes a look around. See? He can be serious.] Whatever happened to this forest is a symptom, not a cause.

[David has figured as much as well though hearing it from someone else just makes his sigh softly. The breath feels heavy as it leaves his chest, a familiar pain twisting in his stomach.]

We have to return home. [He has a family to protect.] But I can't leave this forest like this.

[He sounds almost resigned.]

So let's find the cause.

[He'll still probably build a house in the woods for himself.]

[Harry nods, in full agreement with David.]

If I have any experience with things like this, which I don't admittedly [At least not outside of books I've read] the way home is probably tied directly to whatever brought us here. Our being here might even be a by-product of whatever happened here.

It's possible.

[David lifts his shoulders in a shrug.]

I think just being here will give us answers but I'm a little to impatient to sit around and do nothing. I'm going to check out more of the forest. [And stop talking to trees.] I'll leave the town to you.

I've never been good at waiting for answers.

[Harry's more of a go-getter, really, but he nods.]

Be careful out there. Sometimes these shadows hunt in packs, and you're just one guy-er...wolf.

[David flashes Harry a smile before peeling away his shirt and then tossing it on the ground. He kicks off his shoes shortly after before stripping away the rest of his clothing.]

I'll just have to be faster than them.

[It'll be good exercise at least.]

Well, that's forward.

[Harry wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but the guy to strip? Not on the list.

Oh. Wait.]

You're going to turn into a wolf, aren't you? Hold that thought, David. I'd like to ask you some questions first, and I suddenly feel over-dressed.

[David pauses, wearing only his underwear. He doesn't seem to bothered by this. In fact, he looks just as comfortable and easy going as before simply wearing less clothes. He gathers up his clothing and begins to hide it at the base of the tree.]

I am. What questions?

[Werewolves in David's world are more comfortable without clothes. Note to self: find an excuse not to attend the Werewolf Beach Party.]

Thanks. Okay, so. One. Where are you from?

Montana.

[He smiles.]

You can ask more than one at a time. I think I can keep up.

Montana. [That actually makes a surprising degree of sense.]

Can you tell me more about werewolves?

[David takes a seat and waits. He can't really talk as a wolf so he's going to make himself comfortable until he can. He looks up at Harry, finds the distance to look up uncomfortable and turns towards the ground to speak.]

Werewolves have habits very similar to wolves. They were first created by the Shapers who took an interest in wolves. They gave us a second form. [And a soul.] And we were to protect the natural wonders of the world. Forests for example.

That sounds like a pretty important job, there, David.

[Harry finds himself a seat, even though the guy is now in his underwear. He'd had more important conversations in less. It's not like he could judge the guy. Though, if someone had asked him yesterday, even though yesterday had meant galavanting through the Nevernever in search of Michael's lost daughter, if he'd be talking in a dead forest to a nearly naked werewolf, he probably would have told them to have their head examined.]

Shapers?

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