Test Drive

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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.
- 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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[capgrasdelusion]

[ Bucky sensed the man's presence before he spoke, but the last thing he expected to see when he turned was magic. While his understanding of the world had expanded considerably in his decades as a soldier, magic was still somehow something that his mind wanted to rebel against. Maybe it was the last shred of his old self trying to reject the reality that he now lived in, or maybe it was the pure and simple fact that magic was unpredictable. He hated unpredictable.

He didn't have much time to dwell on it. Rather he liked it or not the creatures were already creeping back upon them and he knew they had no choice but to fully engage. One of the monstrosities lept forward in the stranger's direction in an attempt at retaliation, but Bucky was quick to react with his metallic arm bent in defense. The monster's jaw closed down on it, but as he suspected those sharp teeth had only been expecting weak flesh. Bucky utilized the opportunity without a split second of hesitation, the heel of his boot connecting with the creature in a kick that sent it flying backwards.

He looked back to Harry, his eyebrow raised slightly when he spotted the revolver. ]

You could have started with that. [ He turned his gaze forward again, ready for whatever was going to hit them next. ] Bucky, by the way.

[harrythelizard]

[See? Some guys have all the luck. Some guys can take a nasty monster's teeth to their completely metal arm and just kick them like they're an annoying chihuahua. Other guys, with enchanted coats and the forces of nature at their disposal, had to make sure the nasty monsters didn't get close enough to have them for breakfast.

Another shadow appeared in the path before them, snarling, and then a rustle behind caught Harry's attention, causing him to turn. At least Bucky Steel-Grip could handle the one in front, giving Harry the confidence to turn. He hadn't followed Bucky's gaze to his hip, but even if he had, it wouldn't have stopped his sarcastic response. It just wasn't in his nature to see the opportunity and let it pass.]

Great idea, but I left my metal arm in my other jacket. [The comment was spoken as he turn, drawing from a loop on his belt, not his pistol, but a twelve inch length of wood, carved with runes that flared to scarlet light as he pushed will into the rod. With a solid, commanding tone, he spoke one word. Fuego! A softball sized ball of churning fire erupted from the end of the blasting rod, hitting the shadow square in the chest and quickly burning it away to nothing.

That was neat. What was more, gathered shadows nearing the edges of the path recoiled from the shine of the passing ball of fire and a confident smirk touched Harry's lips.]

Cover me. I've got an idea, but it's going to take me a minute.

[capgrasdelusion]

[ Bucky kept his eyes to the front, but he did respond to Harry's quip with a sharp breathy laugh. He had no time for comebacks though, the snarling beast ahead of him emerging with a friend at its side. They had learned that one on one was a disadvantaged fight, then. He bit his lip and stared them down, his hand slowly reaching down to the knife he kept concealed by his hip. When his fingers grazed the handle, he knew the real battle was about to begin.

He flipped the knife into his hand and stood on the defensive, the monsters taking that as their cue to attack. Bucky rushed forward to intercept them, well aware that Harry had his hands full at his back. He feigned a swipe at the creature on the left, leaving the rightmost to think it had an advantage. Swiftly he pulled his hand back, landing a kick to the overconfident one and grasping the other's skull with his metal hand.

He applied a bone shattering pressure to it before using his other hand to stab the creature in a place that he could only hope was the location of a major artery. Bucky ripped the knife out of it's limp body just soon enough to roll out of the way of the dead one's lunging companion. He sent the sharp knife soaring through the air and it landed deep within the creature before it could advance too far. It, too, dropped to the ground.

Bucky chanced a look at Harry, catching sight of the final seconds of the effect the fire's burn created. He pulled himself to his feet and retrieved his knife in two broad steps, quick to reassume a fighting position. ]

I think I can manage a minute.

[ He was used to working alone, after all, but he had to admit to himself that this teamwork thing wasn't half bad.]

[harrythelizard]

[Now Harry did pull the .44 revolver from his belt, holding it at the ready in his right hand while he called to mind the image of what he intended to do. Years of training meant he had plenty of practice multi-tasking and the gun was really a precaution against not being cornered while he worked the spell into a good, solid idea in his mind.

The monsters were growing bold again, pressing in from all sides. Harry stepped back, closing the distance between himself and Bucky, and drew together all his frustration as this dislocation, his concern, his fear, his worry, and bundled it into a tight ball of intention in his chest, the vision of his spell growing ever more acute in his mind.

Calling to mind a Quasi-Latin word to give those thoughts shape, he tucked the pistol into his belt, grasped his long staff with both hands, stepped three steps from Bucky, held the staff aloft, and brought it down quickly, shouting his phrase and releasing the gathered in energy.]

Magmus Illuminatus!

[On impact with the dying earth, a brilliant flash of light, bright as a sun erupted from the staff, spreading in all directions, momentarily bathing the surrounding forest with light as bright as the mid-day sun. Gathered shadows hissed in protest and fled from the flash. The burst faded as quickly as it erupted, but the surrounding forest sounded much more empty than it had before.

It would keep the horde at bay, at least for now. After the cast, Harry slumped his shoulders, leaning more heavily on his staff. That was weird. Something like that shouldn't have taken that much out of him.]

Oh. Right. You should probably cover your eyes.