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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[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.