test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[justmissed]

Back in my home, there is nothing like this. But I am used to living in the woods. There is nothing like any of this there. But like you, I am used to killing. I was just responsible for a different kind of target.

[She hears the sound of something creeping up around the corner from behind them and spins around. On instinct she takes aim and hurls the machete at the creature, the blade coming in contact with its head.]

Do not wait for me if you feel you should keep moving.

[And she hurries to go retrieve her weapon, while finishing off the creature at the same time. She glances around to see if there are more, and catches sight of a small handful headed her way.]

Or on second thought, perhaps hurrying is in order!

[She wipes her blade off on a nearby lamp post before running as fast as she can in the opposite direction.]

We should take shelter nearby.

[justmissed]

I can try. [She's honest with that. She will not promise that she can run when she's not sure it's an option. But she will move as fast as she possibly can, which she is sure is faster than any normal person moves while running.]

You shouldn't attempt to clear them if you are not able.

[She glances back in the other direction at the incoming undead, and then tears off her sleeve in order to tie it around her injury. It is a crude bandage, but it will have to do for now. She hisses as she tries to stand up, and falls back down to her knees.]

But if you are able, it would be most appreciated.

[antivillain]

[Barton suppresses a private smile.

Don't know who or what you are, man, but I like how you get right down to it.

Placing himself where he and Leonardo can jointly cover the most of the room, without getting in each other's way, Barton reloads his gun and presses a button preemptively on his quiver, in case the opportunity presents itself to switch. Gotta survive now just to find out what's green and knows ninjutsu.]

ᴇᴍᴍᴀ sᴡᴀɴ ☇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

[uncurse]

[uncurse]

Please tell me that I'm not the only person here who thinks all of this is completely insane. [ it's really hard to convince emma, ok. 22 episodes hard. ]

[uncurse]

[ emma is still in the laboratory, peering out the windows grimly, hardly able to believe what she's seeing. but, it's real. it's very, very real. she glances back at sark. ]

What do you think? [ they're going to need a plan. and she's slowly working one out, but ... zombies. ] We're gonna need to find someplace that can keep all these people safe -- assuming we even get past the front door. What the hell were these people thinking? [ putting them in a building that could get swamped. ]

[treads]

[ A girl with pigtails and two prosthetic legs runs up to Zoey... in fact she's running a bit too fast. Emi isn't paying attention to where she's going again, and she's about to bump noggins with Zoey. ]

[ungodly]

Who you calling a kid? I'm 18, you know.

[ okay, that was a fib, but only by a few months. ]

Betcha I'm more capable than half the people here, too.

[behind7000skulls]

[ Only Marie here could go out of her way during a zombie apocalypse to have a tea party. Being classy is important as ever, it seems. ]

... Hello, child. Would you like some?

[ The person that's calling you child looks to be about twelve herself. Silly Marie... ]

[behind7000skulls]

I do hope that is true. You'll be needing those skills.

[ Marie says this with a tone of voice that can either be interpreted as kind or condescending depending on who's listening. ]

[housebroke]

[ sark is watching emma carefully, seemingly more focused on her than on the chaos outside of the window. but as soon as she looks towards him, he lifts an eyebrow curiously, the only shift to his expression. ]

You're welcome to devise a plan to keep everyone else safe. [ because he sure as hell isn't, but there's more than a few things they can use here to keep themselves alive. or, even more importantly, himself. ] I, however, would prefer to keep myself alive for as long as possible, and intend to allow others to care for themselves.

[deadcenter]

[The little shits... every time he cut them down they would just get back up. In the end, he figured out that the only way to kill them was to cleanly slice off their heads. Of course, having nothing but a diminished Branch of Sin was the icing on top of the cake. It was hard to cut all the way through them, but not impossible. Their flesh felt different, it felt rotten- it was a surprise when he cut into them the first time.

Even so, this was just yet another challenge for him to overcome, yet another battle for Kiyomasa Senji.

In any case.. he had to focus on the situation at hand, the fact that he was attempting to run from these creatures, and yet there was this girl here. What was her name again? Shiro? She was the one that friend of Ganta's.... the one that he obviously liked. When he felt her gloved hands go to her he had pulled his arm away from her. Dammit, he still couldn't even look at her in that suit. At least he was able to speak evenly without yelling.]

Sort of his friend...? Yeah, I guess so. Nah, I haven't seen him around- you're the first actual person I've seen. These other little shits are runnin' around causing trouble.

[uncurse]

[ though the grim line that her lips are draw into and the hardness of her eyes remain the same, there's a shade of annoyance that colors her entire expression, as if changing the tone of it without changing the expression itself. ridiculous. ]

Great. Well, how about you add some logic to your apparent egregious self-interest. We're going to do better in a group than we could ever do by ourselves. There's strength in numbers. Even they know it. [ she lets the mini-blinds snap out of her fingers and back into their original place to make it clear she means the zombies. ]

[housebroke]

[ sark hardly even blinks, because the fact that he lives purely with his own self-interest in mind is how he's survived at all in the first place and it borders on being a compliment. just because zombies are now making their way across the cramped landscape doesn't change a single thing. ]

You're comparing your logic to that of those mindless creatures? Wonderful. [ the scoff is all that needs to be said. ] Strength in numbers only works if your numbers have any sort of prior training. Or even a combined goal. Because otherwise no matter what you do, as soon as you drop a threat into the center of it all, chaos will ensue.

[uncurse]

[ well, no, she was trying to compare your lack of it to being worse to them but -- DAMMIT, SARK. this round to you. ]

I think we can all agree our combined goal is surviving without those things getting a taste. I don't need training to tell me that going out there alone is idiotic. You're asking to get -- killed, or eaten, whichever comes to those things first. [ she can't bring herself to call them zombies, or even say the word. it's too crazy. ]

[servant]

[Merlin knows that's not a good thing either. His time spent living with the court physician of Camelot has taught him that much. He tries to find the would with his eyes, but they flash back up to her face at a single word.]

Fairy? You mean like a Sidhe?

[He shakes his head gently.]

I'm not sure I would trust any stories of theirs.

[unkneaded]

[Peeta looks back over his shoulder, hesitant. He could buy her more time if there was just one. But he knows that the others wouldn't just keep coming for her, not even slowing down.]

[He dives in after her, landing hard on his shoulder but quickly on his feet again.]

We have to get out of their sights!

[loonytunes]

I'm afraid I don't have the slightest idea where we are. But I imagine we'll find out soon enough. It's all rather exciting, don't you think?

[And there's that smile again, the perfect accessory to that dreamy voice.]

[Maybe she's been drugged. By the good stuff.]

Is there somewhere in particular that you'd like to be?

[revivify]

[ as he cuts down another zombie, he glances back over his shoulder to see her following him.

wait, what? that's not how this was supposed to go! why would she come after him?? ]

You're going to the wrong way! [ he shouts back, quickly dodging under the swipe of another zombie's arm before casually kicking it back. he seems more annoyed by orihime's obstinance than, well, the monsters trying to kill him. he slams the flat of his sword into the thing, sending it flying backwards, before turning to address orihime again. ]

That way! [ he says, pointing down another street. it had been closed off to them until only moments ago, but now that he'd forced these things back a bit she had her path out of here.

...if only she'd actually use it... ]

Crona || Soul Eater

[bloodymadness]

[ Crona is shuffling along with one hand holding hir opposite arm, in a pose which (hopefully) does not look too similar to the staggering undead also in the area. Messy sections of pink hair is hanging low over hir expression, shadowing it. ]

I don't know h-how to deal with this. I don't know how to d-deal with any of this!

[justmissed]

Sidhe. [Hanna knows a great deal of things, thanks to her father's teachings, but that word is not one of them. Given the current subject matter, she knows he means it is another word for fairy, so she slowly nods.]

I know not to trust things I am not familiar with, and that I should be reluctant to trust even things that I do. [But still, the undead do appear in one of the stories in her book. They were entirely different than the ones here, but the fact that she knows of them in a story makes it somehow easier on her.]

Trust is relative, yes? It is up to us to trust our own selves enough to adapt or die.

[starspangledspandex]

[He is following right behind Thor, bashing these things out of the way with a mix of the shield and his fist. In all honesty, he prefers to hit them with the shield, just so their blood and rotting fluids don't get on his uniform.

Steve uses the edge of his shield to slice at the necks of the creatures that he passes, sending them staggering back and in some cases it's hard enough to knock the head clean off. So far it seems to be the most of effective way of disabling them.]

Almost there.

[starspangledspandex]

Good idea. The houses might have supplies. Worst case scenario we can fashion something out of extra material.

[Steve turns his gaze upwards to the rooftops, judging the gap above them and he leans back far enough to check the distances on the ones nearest to them. It's an easy jump for him, even with his abilities reduced, but he's not bleeding everywhere.]

Will you be able to manage?

[deputyusmarshal]

[To be fair it's 22 episodes of my-mom-looks-as-young-as-me. Whatever, Raylan's just kinda giving her the eye right now. The very judgmental eye that's being given for no other reason... I mean the dude's wearing a cowboy hat. Not much room.]

What? Never snuck downstairs to watch zombie movies when you were a kid?

[servant]

What about trusting others? Don't you?

[Merlin has an idea of what she thinks of that, based on what she's already said. And then he thinks of his own secret, how he's shared it with just about no one willingly. He looks down at that.]

I guess trust is a tricky thing.

[He glances back up again, and he knows that the subject makes for bad timing.]

I don't suppose you'd let me take a look at your injury now.