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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River Song | Doctor Who

[hullosweetie]

hey baby

[chelicerata]

[ Fighting the undead requires a different approach and technique -- they aren't slowed down by a swift kick to the chest, and knocking them off their feet is not as effective as she'd like, as they need seemingly no time to recover. Her Widow's Bite is useless against them for the same reason; they lack a nervous system, and she has never had to completely rely on guns before, but in this place, it's them and makeshift weapons that will ensure her survival.

She hasn't seen a single zombie movie, to be perfectly honest, so it's a guessing game in its entirety when she's joined one Mister Sark in collecting supplies in the empty and abandoned mall and the shrieking, rotting corpses begin to close in. She's taken down enough of them to know that a bullet to the brain shuts them down, just like beheading, but that's the only two ways to kill them, and she's running out of ammunition. ]

We need to get to the roof.

Saber | fate/Zero

[nomistic]

Asami Sato | Legend of Korra

[freewheels]

[revivify]

[ this wasn't the worst situation they'd ever been in, but it was pretty bad. cornered and isolated, with no way to escape and a horde of those things closing in on them, things seemed fairly dire. ]

Ugh, what a pain.

[ despite the situation, ichigo seems fairly nonchalant as he holds his sword in front of him, still a bit bloodied from his last encounter. he turns to orihime with a smile on his face, though whether it's genuine or forced is hard to tell. he stands protectively in front of her, if only because old habits die hard. at the very least, he doesn't seem afraid. this shouldn't be too much to handle, right? just a dozen or so of these things to get through. or is that two dozen? bah, who would bother to actually sit and count at a time like this. maybe three dozen is more accurate, actually... ]

Things look pretty bad, huh?

[ this isn't really the way he wanted to go out, but maybe he can at least get her through this in one piece. ]

natasha romanoff | marvel cinematic universe

[chelicerata]

virginia "pepper" potts | marvel cinematic universe

[coadjutant]

Lin Bei Fong | Legend of Korra

[arresting]

[unify]

[ it's true, they'd faced more dangerous adversaries before, and in more dire circumstances. these two are a pair that have fought and lived through hell and back, after all, literally, so it doesn't take much to damper the hope that they'll get through this again...

but there's perhaps one big thing about these enemies that are so unlike the ones they'd dealt with before. and that's the sheer number of them. dozens? yes. hundreds? no. not yet, anyway, but these things kept coming and coming and there really doesn't seem to be any end to it and they are just two people with powers severely cut down from what they're used to.

she's already panting, and poor tsubaki's already so close to tapping out. and kurosaki-kun, for all that his confidence and bravado, surely can't be too far behind. she can still feel his reiatsu, wavering. they're lucky enough that he had his sword with him, but pretty sure she has a feeling a sword is all it's going to be. and then what?

but it can't end here, can it? they can't let it. ]

...not as bad as it smells. [ it's a weak little joke, but an attempt at one nonetheless. she holds up a hand, waving it in the air in front of her nose. ] Maybe if we let them smell each other long enough, they'll all get sick and drop dead!

[ ... ]

Again!

Re: amy pond | doctor who

[makeherblue]

[You know how the Doctor sometimes rambled on about Lands of Fiction and nonsense like that whenever he thought Amy wasn't impressed enough by all time and space? Well, there you have it. Amy Pond is now on the telly somewhere, running for her life from aliens.

Also, zombies.

At least Amy has the Doctor running next to her, exactly like a frightened giraffe - awkward legs everywhere. The small horde behind them is shuffling after, more of them pouring out from the alleyway]

[kindalikedit]

[Dean's a little worried about how the cute redhead is holding that gun. Okay, he gets she's hot, but there's hotness and then there's holding a Winchester 73 the right way and Red is making him real nervous right now.

Dean peers out the boarded up window, checking out more of the dead shambling around. One bumps its shoulder into a sign post and plop goes its entire friggen arm on the street]

Think we're good for now. [Dean keeps his voice down]

Homura Akemi | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

[beyondtime]

[revivify]

[ well, she's certainly weirdly chipper about things. as usual. he kind of stares blankly for a few seconds (wasting precious moments), before letting out a slight chuckle. it's enough to (sort of) break the tension that had been building, the steadily escalating sense of foreboding that seemed to ensure their doom. ]

Yeah.

[ he agrees, though his reply is rather flat. he has no witty comeback as he turns back to focus on approaching zombies, a sense of grim determination setting back in despite the moment of brevity. one manages to break free of the pack, rambling forward away from the others. but a single one is easy enough to dispatch, and with a single swing of his sword it quickly crumples.

it's only when they have numbers that they're a real threat... it's then that they can be overwhelmed,a single bite ensuring a more terrible fate than death. ]

We'll get through this. [ he sounds more confident about it than he really is, but it's important that he does. because if he doesn't sound sure, he knows she won't agree to what comes next. ] If you see an opening, make a run for it. I'll be right behind you. [ even if she didn't like it, that was their best shot. they couldn't just stay here and fight forever... not in the state they were in. ]

for funsies?

[king]

[ At the sound of her name, Arthur drops all interest in scanning the ruinous street beyond the door for movement, and turns to face her completely, his face incredulous in the half light. ]

I beg your pardon? Is this some sort of joke?

absolutely

[nomistic]

This is hardly the time for jesting.

[Saber has to look around his shoulder rather than over it, and she puls back to stare mildly at him. His surprise is well-warranted, of course, but he should be used to hearing names like hers by now.]

...though I suppose I should ask what about my statement surprises you so.

[dickmoves]

[ He misses his speed. Everything moves so slow and fearing things this slow is kind of just sad. ]

That's what they do in the movies.

[ex_phd471]

[ Check out this guy, just standing around with his arms crossed, heedless of the deadly monsters which are undoubtedly making their way towards the ramshackle and highly unfortified building he and Andrew has found themselves. He looks off to the side, a pinched, annoyed expression on his features. ]

This is absurd. I hope the Simulation Engineering Department doesn't believe I'm going to fall for another one of their stupid pranks.

[ He gropes at the empty air in front of his eyes, as though trying to wrench off an invisible pair of goggles. ]

I hate to tell you this, Kripke, but I'm afraid your brother who works in software is, in the physicist vernacular, a hack. [ Muttering, now; ] I can see the pixellation.

[unify]

[ and it's enough that he laughed (forced or otherwise) because that's really more than she could have asked for at a time like this. his laugh itself rejuvenates her, fills her chest with renewed hope that, yes, of course, of course they'll get through this. they always do, and they always will, so long as they're togeth-- ]

What?

[ at first she thinks she misheard him. he couldn't be suggesting what she thinks he's suggesting, because how could he, when they're all they have left and everyone else - tatsuki-chan, sado-kun, ishida-kun, kuchiki-san - everyone could just be beyond the horizon there, waiting for them. ]

--no. What? No! [ she's already shaking her head, and had even taken a few unconscious steps closer to him. she doesn't realize she's reaching for him till her fingers brush over the torn sleeve of his shirt. it startles her at first, but then her resolve strengthens and she pinches the material between her fingers. ]

I - I can still bring up my shield. [ maybe. hopefully. ] I'll pull up the rear, and we can get past together.

[king]

[ He holds up a finger to her, pointing sternly. ]

I am King Arthur Pendragon, of Camelot.

[ First that "fictional" business, and now this. It's making him grumpy, and he scowls, fully intent on picking a fight. ]

You are a mere...

[ A glance up and down her, as though double-checking. ]

Girl.

[nomistic]

[Of all things, it was that which he chose to say, and Saber simply frowned up at him, disbelieving. ]

I am the King of Knights first and all else second. I fail to see why my gender should even factor into any of this.

[Except of course she did, because it had been an issue in her world as well, which was why she'd had to hide it to begin with. She'd never much cared to acknowledge it, however, and she wasn't going to start now.]

However, accounting for our situation, it could simply be that we hail from different 'versions' of Camelot.

lightning farron ; final fantasy xiii(-2)

[lifesaber]

[canisdirus]

( On most days, Robb Stark does not run—not from any battle, not from anyone—but today's not like most days, and so Robb runs anyway.

He runs until all the air has left his lungs, until his chest bursts with pain and his gasps turn desperate, and even then, he doesn't stop. There's blood in his hair and on his face, blood from the walking corpses he'd cut through before he'd been overwhelmed by a sudden mass of them, their limp, greying bodies staggering from the shadows two or three at a time, pushing Robb back step after shaky step until he had no choice but to turn and flee. He thought he'd seen the worst of it, truly, but as he races through the city, they seem to come from everywhere, slinking into sight from all around him, grabbing at his cloak and sword with broken, bloodied fingers as he swings by.

The sun set hours ago. Robb can't see where he's going, can't breathe enough to care, so when he reaches the end of the cobblestone street and turns, he barrels right into—something, a girl, nearly knocking her from her feet before he swoops forward reflexively, grabbing her shoulder to steady her. In his panic, he nearly mistakes her for one of the corpses he's running from, but then he sees her face, her clear, blue eyes and smooth skin, and for a second, that panic fades and Robb thinks, I know you.

Instinct rushes to him, then, and Robb's hand finds her elbow—because whether he truly knows her or not, she's alive and so is he, and he won't leave her. ) With me, now.

Hannyuuuu~ 8D

[miraclefighter]

...Hanyuu.

You have 5 seconds to tell me: where are we?

[ Whelp. This isn't Hinamizawa that's for sure. ]

Eve Brea | The 3rd Birthday

[overdives]

zoey ☣ left 4 dead

[referential]