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worldofmemeness2016-09-30 05:31 pm
modmachine) wrote in worldofmemeness2016-09-30 05:31 pm
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TEST DRIVE 01
Don't feel limited to the scenarios presented - make up your own prompts as much as you want! Reserves will open on the 7th and Applications on the 15th. In a grassy square in the Central District, wedged in between dorm halls, there is a tree. Far wider than it is tall, its leaves are just beginning to turn from yellow to orange, with a few green stragglers near the top and a growing carpet on the grass beneath it. At one end of the tree's reach, there is a picnic table, the sort with benches built in to either side. Anywhere under the boughs, a distinct ticking, like the sound of a clock, can be heard. Moving about makes it clear that the sound is loudest nearest the trunk. Numerous small gears stick out of twists between branches, though they do not appear to move to the naked eye. Someone has hung a string of orange lights in the branches for Halloween, along with some cotton spiderweb. No matter how closely you look, there doesn't seem to be an end where the lights plug in to anything. Otherwise, there is nothing unusual about the decorations. In the center of the table, half-covered by leaves, there is an iron plaque that has not been particularly well-treated for rust. Some of the writing on it is almost legible. It is chill to the touch. Someone's carved their initials and a date into the end of one bench - Abandoned vehicles are by no means an unusual sight in the Sixth District. Abandoned buses are slightly more unusual. This particular bus has boarded up windows, a black light string hanging over the windshield, and the words HAUNTED HOUSE written along the side, where the old inoffensive public-transit advertisements have been painted over. The front door serves as the entrance; the back leads into the wrecking yard and the haunted "house" proper. A girl in her late teens in slightly unsettling gothic lolita sits in a cheap folding chair around the front of the bus. She doesn't charge admission, though there is a candy bowl labeled for Donations on the card table next to her with a few bills and some change in it, in the center of a group of candles that burn in skull holders. She reminds everyone who passes her to please not touch the actors or props inside. Occasionally, mist from a smoke machine on the other side of the wooden fence billows around her ankles, almost seeming to form caressing fingers running down her legs. Across the street from her, two men sit in a beaten up old pickup truck, the much taller man smoking cigarettes with the windows open. The shorter man fidgets almost uncontrollably, constantly glancing in the direction of the girl and her bus. Their voices aren't loud enough to hear distinctly from the haunted house side of the street, but the woman at the bus entrance shoots them occasional looks none-the-less, alternating between pleased smiles and blank stares. Painted along the sides of the truckbed, in much dirtier letters than those of the haunted house, is the phrase NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH. In a bar downtown, it's not much different from any other night of clubbing, except that everyone is wearing masks. Ranging from the elegant custom work of a nearby boutique (conveniently open even after sundown tonight, if you need to pick one up) to cheap colored paper held on with elastic handed out at the door of the bar, masks are the must-have accessory tonight. Indeed, many of the parties won't let you in if you don't have one. Those paying careful attention might notice little dots of red on the necks of some of the partiers, especially those who seem a bit pale and have called off drinking for the night. Aside from that, though, it doesn't seem like anyone's really getting hurt; it's just a fun time for everyone. Except for the poor guy who made the mistake of wearing an owl mask and yellow contacts, anyway. Just within hearing range of the beating bass of the clubs, a young woman in a red jacket holds a mask in her hands, turning it over and sometimes holding it to her face to look at in a window reflection. The long face of it calls to mind some kind of black dog, perhaps a Doberman or German Shepherd. She isn't dressed at all for an evening at the clubs, and has a canvas bag slung over her shoulder with the shape of heavy books straining the fabric at the bottom. Not everyone seems to be getting into the spirit. A playground near the center of the city has precious few decorations - save for a spiderweb on one of the swingsets that seems to be natural, not man-made. A pumpkin or two have been left near the edges, but they're all smashed, the orange guts running along in a streak that seems to blend into a thin line surrounding the entire perimeter. The see-saw looks like the board's been freshly painted, but otherwise all of the equipment looks almost lonely and old. The rust on the metal stains everything an orange-red, and the slide in particular seems the worst hit. Still, everything is at least standing, and those who attempt to play on it will find it sturdy and warm in the cool night. ... Except for the merry go round. That one seems to be bent, as if someone very heavy sat on the edge. It still turns, but it wobbles dramatically, with horrible squeaking noises. Still, it's usable, for anyone who would like to play. | |
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But unlike most humans...he looks up into the tree. Far up.
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She curses herself inwardly and moves quickly, abandoning her coat which will only hinder her in one swift, practised motion. It might be even more apparent that she is far from human this way, but the 8" tall bat ears were already out and visible before that and she's not planning on letting him escape alive, anyway.
Hajime will see something out of a human's nightmares quickly descend on him through the branches, using a mix of gravity and agility to get down in a quickly and controlled manner, head first. The darkness hides anything but her silhouette, but the bat ears of a bat sit on an oddly formed head, with no nose and the whole of her lower face protruding slightly instead. No hair is visible on her head, but even in the dark it can be noticed that her whole body is covered by thick fur. Her silhouette reveals her abnormally formed hands that end in long and sharp talons, her long and oddly shaped feet, bat wings and a cat tail, all of which is moving naturally to aid and not hinder her descent.
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And because it's not in his nature simply to run away from a fight, he reaches for some of his power, goes for the partial demonic transformation he'd managed to achieve. He looks like a human suddenly calling insectoid armor into existence, which isn't too much of a stretch given the nature of the way he's tweaking reality to meet his needs. He's going to guard for now, because what even is happening here.
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Dangerously not right at all.
This isn't a good moment for thinking, but she needs to make a decision within a split second - flight, fight or investigate.
The decision is made by instinct more than rational thought and ends up being a combination of all three: Jump down at the ...man to try and push him down and sink her talons and fangs into what seems like vulnerable spots, and bash with her tail at him as she jumps off him again and skids into a semi-safe distance before turning around.
That is the plan as she leaps at him, anyway.
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His punch connects with her stomach just between ribcage and spinnerets. Ouch. He didn't do real damage, but this might still bruise, and it was enough of an impact to make her roll off him instead of jumping away in a controlled way.
What the hell- she curses internally as she scrambles back onto her feet. What the hell is that. Whatever it is, attacking it seems to have been a mistake, but she isn't sure that backing down now will be better than attacking again. It might be clearly inhuman, but it's not only seen her but more importantly she has probably pissed it off.
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She slams upper-body-first into the demon, setting him off balance and sending them both back to the ground.
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At least for a hot second, until she is far enough off him to let her talons slam down into the space between them and sink into his lower abdomen, attempting again what she tried before.
They don't manage to sink in too deep, the leathery skin having dulled the impact, but they sink deeply enough to rip a nice stomach wound. Blood shoots up and splatters all over her front.
Green blood. That startles her enough to pull back instead of sinking a second claw into his guts, or even twisting the ones already in there.
WHAT.
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"What are you?"
Wasting breath on questions mid-fight would be more of a problem if breathing was an actual issue, though the slightly lessened concentration still persists.
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He will also attempt to kick her while his hands are busy.
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Running into someone who looks less natural than her wasn't what she expected when she got up this evening. She has of course heard about the Tzimisce and their unnatural flesh-and-bone-forming, but the colour of their blood should be out of even their hands.
Not that she has time to think when he kicks at her, hitting her in the shin. The kick is hard, and her body instinctively recoils at the impact, making her miss with her next attack, that now aims for the armour free area between his helmet and body armour, her talons screeching over the surface and getting stuck in the earth next to his head.
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...and there is the matter of that wound, that too. The bow that had gotten stuck in the ground vanishes, and Hajime uses her getting stuck as an opening to try to get away and out of there, as much as it pisses him off.
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Especially when he rolls out from under her while she's only half-mobile and busy pulling her talons back out of the ground. She can still defend herself and will do so, if necessary, but for a few seconds, she'll be unable to attack.
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No. It will be safer to beat a hasty retreat herself. They caused enough commotion that someone might come to look.