wherestarsooc | Test Drive

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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

[Freya has her hands shoved in her pockets, she woke up with her backpack but she still doesn't much care of this situation. She'd rather be somewhere she knows and of her own free will.]

If I knew I'd be on that bus with you.

[She looks over at him, her gray eyes shining curiously. He smells off and while he's very good looking he isn't completely human.]

How much do you think that ticket would be worth?

[The girl, not quite human, smells like the outdoors and springtime. It was an alluring scent, but mixed in was something wild, untamed and untamable that bubbled just beneathe the surface. It wasn't a scent wholly unfamiliar to him, but it was surprising in such a compact package. This girl was full of tricks yet to happen an no mistake.

The demon was curious, which made Thomas cautious. He'd keep his distance, for both their sakes.

His easy smile didn't falter has he responded.]

At least a lot of whatever this place calls currency, you know, if we're not having a communal psychic break.

[Freya’s eyes fix to Thomas with a curious stare. She begins to map the outline of his face as if to memorize the smallest features that have been etched into place. She’s sure that someone out there would kill to make a statue of this man.]

At least I have cute company.

[She smiles an easy smile though there is a small part of her that’s weary of the stranger. It’s instinct though it only adds caution to her curiosity.]

I’ll admit though. [The smile teasing her lips widens slightly.] I’m completely broke.

[He smiles in response to her comment on his appearance. It wasn't like he worked for it a day in his life, but he did pay for it with every second he wasn't feeding.]

I can't complain about my company, either.

[It was a casual flirt, one thrown to her more out of habit than anything.]

You know, if they don't take plastic, we're in the same boat.

[Much like Thomas, Freya knows she's adorable. It's often been a tool in her little arsenal though she doesn't pay the same price as Thomas. She smiles at his compliment, taking it for what it is.]

I think we might be in the same boat.

[She points it out as a casual observation.]

I'm Freya by the way. What's your name?

Well, shucks. I guess we should take a look around.

[If his slightly sarcastic tone was any indication, he's very annoyed at the idea of being randomly kidnapped. He can't even use his family as a threat, considering he'd been officially excommunicated.]

Thomas. [And he smiles.] Awesome name.

[She smiles at him.]

Thanks, I like it. [Her mother had really loved Norse Mythology.]

Any idea where to look first?

[She isn't anywhere she knows and without stars she can't even guess.]

I think my maps would be useless.

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.

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