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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[unify]

[ but they also aren't as wide as a house!! unless you're kenpachi. but awww how can you be afraid of kenpachi, he has a little pink lady on his shoulder all the time. ]

Um... thanks. For helping, I mean. You look like you really did a lot! It'll be nice for the others to have a little rest...

[ she blinks, glancing towards ayame and shun'ō, who give her a similar quizzical look. ] Ah - no! They aren't elves, they're-- [ manifestations of her soul? hm. ] ...fairies, I guess. [ she waves the other two's protests away, instead directing them towards one of his arms to get started on that. ] They'll fix you in no time, promise~

[unify]

[ see this face, kurosaki-kun? see this face? ]

I'm not useless, Kurosaki-kun, I can help! [ ...probably. no - mostly. no - definitely! to prove her point, she shifts to stand in front of him and with her arms thrust out, she musters up just enough energy to send a few of the zombies staggering back a few feet with her shield.

okay, that wound up winding her more than she would have preferred, but she puts on a brave face anyway! turning back to him, she slings an arm around one of his and starts to hastily drag him back towards that path. if one of them is going through it, the other one is too! ]

[comicbookvillain]

I don't have one not in that sense.

[tasteslikecoconut]

What, you're a superhero without a superpower? Kinda hypocritical, isn't it? I mean if you can't do anything super amazing, then -

[Wait a second. Shut up, Tony.]

- okay fine, what do you mean, exactly. Do you turn into a giant green rage monster if you get really angry? Because that is something you should definitely say up front to just get it out of the way now.

[survives]

[She glances between him and the zombie, trying to gauge just how much time they have. If she ran over to help him and it chose that moment to attack... But just how long could she last by herself against it anyway?]

Come on! We're getting outta here!

[Mind made up, she joins him, pushing everything she can get her hands on out of the way.]

We're... We're gonna have to run!

[revivify]

[ oh my god that's terrifying. angry girl wearing some grandmother's dress. ]

I didn't say you were useless! [ he shouts back, kicking another zombie back before decapitating it. he seems to be fighting well, for someone hardly paying attention to what he's doing. ]

I'm just saying you'd be more useful over there! [ he points again... causing a zombie to grab his outstretched arm. he shakes the thing off him, before punching it in the face. not the wisest way to fight a zombie, admittedly, but he quickly follows up by bashing the hilt of his sword into its head. but before he can do anymore, he's being dragged off. he seems to struggle for a bit before realizing...

oh hey, they can both run away. at which point he finally stops struggling and just follows, casting a glance back at the approaching zombies every now and then to make sure they're getting away. ]

[protectrice]

[Sophie stares curiously at the girl, not saying anything for several moments. When she speaks, her voice is only full of curiosity.

Zombie apocalypse, pfft, it can wait.]

What's that?

[risks]

[ this might be her first zombie kill. battered in head: check. doing what she had to do: check. a little shaken: check. she turns around to face sam, still holding the shovel that is definitely dripping blood and brain tissue, and she holds it slightly away from her body. elena is having some trouble with eye contact, considering all the shock. but she manages. ] Thanks. I think. Wh-who are you?

[risks]

[ she hesitates leaving him there, but only for a moment, only until there's another shattering window. she backs a few steps and darts up the stairs. even though it was her idea, even though adrenaline is coursing through her and her legs tell her to run and keep running, she nearly stops at the top and goes back. but they'll be okay if she can just do her part; she has to believe that. so instead elena throws her shoulder into the nearest apartment door. her breath catches in her throat when it opens, the weak, rotted frame splintering, and she stumbles inside.

oh. :| two zombies turn to face her. ]

[risks]

Elena. You can call me Elena. [ do last names even matter here? it's almost a relief, if she'd ever think to call it that. 'gilbert' is a last name that means little and less here. she moves to lean on the hollowed-out car next to him. ] What do I call you, deputy?

hi!!

[risks]

[ elena had picked up a few things before this moment: including something of a nasty knife she'd seen the likes of countless times in alaric's weapons. this one was grimy, old, and certainly did not shine after the second time she ended up impaling a zombie through the head with it.

right now, she's never held onto anything tighter.

still, running was their only option at this point, and elena didn't particularly want to stick around. her eyes dart up and down the street, the boarded and crumbling buildings, searching for a way. she can keep up. but: ] Okay, where?

hulllooo! :')

[speculates]

[ pale eyes dart right and left even before she asks the question. there's a frown marring his face, his own grip on the cold frame of his handgun tightening.

a blink. the building to the left? no. too old, decrepit, with too much open space. another blink. to the right? it's a long sprint to the building, but its structure seemed more solid. and they could then maneuver the rooftops, if necessary. the buildings straight? not their best shot.

a breath. it's not the best analisys, but it's the best one he can do with the shortening time. so he points right. ] The warehouse there.

[ his hand is already travelling to get a hold on her forearm, if only to direct her, quickly, sharply, to the right way.

the next word is barked out just as briskly: ] Run.

[ they need to put as much space between them and those corpses as possible. that was their top priority. any form of conversation, all deductions, will come later.]

[vitruvianturtle]

[Leonardo crouches low to the ground, melting into the shadows, then a flash of his katana as he leaps and the first three zombies are in pieces.]

[comicbookvillain]

Does that happen, where you're from?

Holy shit Adrian lol

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Ooooh nice deflection. Too bad you're talking to the master of deflection.]

Maybe. Answer the question.

i just really stupidly like that icon whoops

[comicbookvillain]

Why would I ask about it, if it were possible?

it's hilarious

[tasteslikecoconut]

It's possible, trust me. But seriously what's your superpower, because so far all I see is the outlandish outfit.

i know

[comicbookvillain]

I already told you, I don't have one - but I'm quicker than most people, and generally smarter too.

I can catch a bullet, does that make you feel any better?

[tasteslikecoconut]

'Generally smarter' means nothing to me, big shot.

And that's not all that special, really. I can catch a bullet too. Anyone can. [They just might not survive their body catching it is all.]

[comicbookvillain]

They call me the smartest man in the world.

[so, you know, generally.]

Strictly speaking "anyone" trying to catch a bullet would end up with it in them.

[servant]

Sounds nice.

[Merlin smiles, but there's a bit of sadness to it too. Of course, he had his mother, and he wouldn't trade the nights by the fireplace where she would tell him stories. But a father's presence is something his life had sorely been lacking.]

[He blinks out of his thoughts when she thanks him, and settles back on his heels.]

You're welcome. Uhm. I'm Merlin.

[tasteslikecoconut]

You're joking. ... But you don't sound like you're joking. There isn't even a hint of sarcasm in your voice either, that's impressive. The being serious thing, I mean. [His eyes narrow in scrutiny.] Can you smile? Not that there's much to smile about around here.

[What the hell is this guy. Reading him is like reading a rock on the side of the road, what is this.]

And you can just... what, make magic happen?

[loonytunes]

It's nice to meet you too, just Giles.

[Her smile warms, teasing. She can tell that he's worried. She probably should be too. And while she's definitely a little sad about some of the things she was told, Luna thinks it'll all be alright in the end.]

I believe it's this way. Maybe if we're lucky we'll run into a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. And wouldn't that be wonderful?

[consultmybooks]

[Giles looks the way Luna is looking and, yes. He can see a door, just at the end of a hall. Given that the only other door is the one they just left...well, it looks promising.

So he'll lead the way. If they get attacked by something awful, he'd like to be between it and Luna.

He can be brave, where others are concerned. Especially children.]

I...suppose that depends, actually. I'm, um, I-I'm assuming from your tone of voice that a..."Crumple-Horned Snorkack" isn't, um, likely to attempt to devour us.

[upstairsbrain]

[The healing helps, and Sam inclines his head gratefully.] Thanks.

[Then, he peaks carefully out of the room, to assure that there aren't any zombies nearby. With a sigh, he turns back to the angel.]

You haven't seen Dean, have you?