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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Korra | The Legend of Korra

[hydrostatic]

[freewheels]

[ Fictional characters thing aside, Asami has had plenty to deal with today besides silly revelations like that— not even beginning and ending with what feels like the tenth of these... things she's managed to put down. They just don't stop coming...

It's a very lucky break when she turns a corner and catches sight of a friendly face— that isn't trying to eat her friendly face. ]

Korra! You're alright! [ There's a mighty sigh of relief once she gets a good look over her, though it's short-lived thanks to a rustling noise behind them. Asami's back stiffens but she reaches for the other girl's arm in order to tug her into a nearby (convenient) hiding spot, tapping a finger to her lips. ]

[hydrostatic]

[ Fictional? Please. If she's going to let a silly revelation like real and not real get her down, especially when the people bringing them here are clearly up to something, then what kind of Avatar is she? Spoilers: not a good one. It was with that in mind that she'd set off to find answers, but now...

Well, dealing with these things wasn't as easy as she thought. For all the rotting and the creepy and the groaning, they used to be people, and she's not so sure she can bring herself to kill one, even in self defense. Aang managed to deal with Fire Lord Ozai without killing him, and he was way more dangerous! So, for the most part it's been a matter of avoid and defend, using her powers to fend away rather than kill. Could they lock them up somewhere? Keep them away from normal people without having to kill them?

Thankfully, seeing another member of Team Avatar 2.0 stops this line of thought, the relief plain as day on her face.] Asami! Oh man, you've got no idea how glad I am to see yo- [Oops, hold that thought, hiding sounds like a good idea right now! She follows her lead without any hesitation, silent as the grave as she tries to peer around the corner. Please don't be a zombie, please don't be a zombie...!]

[movesillegal]

[Today in Lessons Learned by Tahno: when bringing to a zombie's attention how hideous its face is, one should always do so with extreme caution. To his credit, he's quite fleet of foot when terrified and he's pretty sure he shook the undead off his trail after hopping that fence. But just to be sure, he keeps going until he nearly barrels into some girl.

Some girl with stupid hair and watertribe garb.

...

Hold up. Watertribe garb? Stupid hair?]

—Korra?

[hydrostatic]

[Korra's decided to take the long way back to safety, cutting through a gated construction site rather than risk running into the zombie hoard through town. Totally because it's better to avoid fighting, not because her bending isn't quite on par to what it used to be, definitely not because of any moral conundrums over killing someone, nope nope. Does it count if they're already dead? Who knows. Tenzin might, but he's not exactly an option and it isn't really fair to wish he was here.

Doesn't stop her, though.

In any case, she's got a sack slung over her shoulder loaded with goodies; snacks, canned food, water bottles, the works when BAM. Korra doesn't quite stagger, instead hopping back quickly and taking a defensive position-but... Oh, that silly hair looks familiar. Hey, Tahno.

Uh, wait.]

Tahno? What are you doing here?

[Despite the question, she's actually grateful to see a familiar face. Almost grateful enough to crush him in a hug, but she'll settle for dropping her hands to her side.]

[movesillegal]

[He follows suit in dropping out of a defensive stance which he'd automatically assumed. Though he'll deny it later, he's visibly relieved to see her and to see her ALIVE. Still panting, Tahno swipes a hand through his hair to smooth it.]

I'm trying to get out of here. One of those— those things came at me! [He pauses to just breathe for a moment. When he next speaks, his voice is softer but no less concerned.] Korra, does your bending still work in this place?

[hydrostatic]

Well, you don't wanna head the way I was coming. Getting too close to town probably isn't a good idea.

[She readjusts the sack on her back to reach to fiddle around for a water bottle. Running from zombies may be great, if not terrifying exercise, but it isn't exactly easy and Tahno looks like he could use it. Korra hesitates in her search at his question, eventually finding what she's looking for and tossing the bottle over.

Her expression pretty much says it all.]

No. I mean, it isn't completely gone, but... [Here she demonstrates by trying to produce a flame. It takes some time, no longer something she's a natural at and the flame is weak, flickering in the wind. She sighs, and snuffs it out.] It isn't the same.

[movesillegal]

[The bottle is caught in one hand without a single glance directed to it. Her expression indeed says it all. Tahno can hardly bear to watch the sad flame flicker out of a dismal existence and casts his gaze downward soon after. The look on his face closely mirrors hers and if she were to guess that it told the same story, she wouldn't be wrong.

He deliberates for a brief eternity on what to say but nothing remotely helpful comes to mind. Finally, he speaks just to break the silence.]

Hey. Let's find some way to go. And it's gotta be a way neither of us came from, because the chick who was following me? Wasn't pretty.

[hormonebending]

[Mako thinks he's seen a lot in his short life, but nothing quite prepares him for. Well.

This.

Being told he's fictional? Just some stupid story for other people to enjoy? He doesn't even want to think about that right now, not when a very real, very terrifying threat is looming over him. Or was, in any case. Something's wrong with his bending, but fire is still fire and it seems like these things don't particularly like what he's packing.

Another shot of firebending, and he takes off, finding a place he can slide into and hide for the moment.

Maybe this is just a crazy dream brought on by, well. Everything happening in his life.

He looks up again after catching his breath, checking to make sure none of those things followed him to get revenge when--] Korra!

[He sounds absolutely relieved.]

[hydrostatic]

[And there she is, crammed away in the same hidey hole he's taken refuge in, because frankly, running away and hiding is a lot easier than actually fighting when you can barely produce a single flame. Korra's more than relieved to see him, but they are in a pretty precarious situation here so when he shouts her name, she totally scoots close to clamp a hand over his mouth and effectively shoosh his butt.]

Not so loud! [She's... pretty loud herself, in all honesty. Whoops.

Buuut it seems nothing has followed him or is lurking nearby, so...

Uh. Proximity. Right. Gonna fix that now and pretend not to be embarrassed.]

Sorry, sorry. I guess this place has made me a little jumpy.

[hormonebending]

[She's close. Too close. And her hand is over his mouth, and really. Does she have to be that loud in his ear? But he's glad that she's here, that he's found her, and can be content with her freaking out over him being loud.

Not because of any reason other than he's glad he found a friend.

He glances away from her, ignoring the way his face heats up. He can just blame that on overexertion if it's brought up.]

Considering what I've just run into? I don't blame you.