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Test Drive Meme 3.


Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells, And cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row.
Prompt 1: t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone. The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well. If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way. Prompt 2: ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here. Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems. You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing. Prompt 3: e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it. (Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!) She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear. Prompt 4: ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town... And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours -- And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing. And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful! Extra: Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with! Welcome to Awash's third Test Drive Meme! Please check out the FAQ and rules as you test your characters out. The setting is yours to play with, so be creative and have a good time with it! An important date to remember is September 1st, 9 PM EST, when Applications will open. There will be no reserves for this app round or any future app rounds, so it will be first come, first served applications. As a side note, TDM threads are not canon, so please feel free to assume established CR for the sake of the TDM if it will make threading or showing off your character's voice easier. If you have any questions about the TDM, feel free to ask us here. If there are any other questions, you can catch us via PM, the FAQ or the contact page. You are of course welcome to use prompts from the previous two test drives. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

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[Despite being technically constructed for use in primarily urban environments, it isn't long after arrival before Blade Wolf takes to the woods. There is no particular reason to prefer the woods over the town; however, his artificial intellect is advanced enough to appreciate the inherent humor in the notion that a wolf, even a mechanical one, is more suited to a forest than to a town. The rationale is founded on no concrete data and no external directive. It is simply...humorous, and on the spectrum of irony. Sufficient.

Eventually, though, his systems begin to take note of tracks heading from the town into the depths of the woods, and he proceeds to amend his initiative accordingly. As a scout, he can serve a purpose in these woods by scouring them for signs of town natives who may be lost, and retrieving them back to safety. An evolving objective is still a satisfactory objective. Determining the location of any lost townspeople will serve as sufficient justification for exploring the woods. Acceptable.

So he proceeds through the underbrush, making his way around trees and mapping the terrain he finds, until eventually he comes upon a clearing with flowers. A preliminary scan, matched against his botanical database, confirms that they are similar in nature to Asphodel — a flower that appears regularly in Greek mythology with connections to the dead and the underworld.

A man is present also. A preliminary scan of him indicates no particular heat signature. Interesting.]

What did you expect would happen?

[Such comes the unmistakably mechanical voice from the unmistakably mechanical wolf dog prowling toward the edge of the meadow, flat in the way that robotic voices tend to be when no one has bothered to augment them for integration with humans, but with a distinct note of curiosity present in the underpinnings.]

[ Sebastian notices Reim just kind of chilling out here, but he doesn't really have an inclination to approach at first. You do you, random human. However, once he hears the familiar (and by now, very annoying) stream of obscenities, Sebastian stops. He chuckles a little despite himself, and approaches curiously. ]

Oh? Trying to teach them manners...?

[ He can guess that much from the lecture he'd overheard, but it's still pretty funny. He can at least respect the valiant (?) effort. ]

2: The Maiden and the Mare

We're not going there this time. It's probably rented out by now.

[ As if in response, a soft neigh can be heard along the cobblestone streets of Ruga District. It's source - a young maiden, waiting on a white mare drinking from a small fountain just off the road near a park.

If anyone remembers a certain Hunter, he might look a little different from the last time he was here. He's dressed not in formal wear but in a maid outfit, conservative in its style. There's a bonnet to boot and his normally short hair is longer than usual courtesy of the extensions he can't seem to get off along with the dress. He's given up trying to remove it and seems comfortable in the stockings even if his pose is anything but lady-like. ]

Don't chew on that. It'll make you sick.

[ He tugs a long extension from Lily's grip and crosses his arms, looking alert as he hears another's approach. As if on cue, Lily too raises her head and stares at the figure that comes into view neighing at them loudly. ]

3: Confessions of the Heart?

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

[ There's a maiden - Oh, wait. That's just Zero. He's leaning on a tree in a very unlady-like pose while a white mare is sniffing the grass a bit away. Around him are a few dozen petals he's been plucking off green stems for the last half hour, muttering the same phrase over and over as if under a spell. Beware all who approach. You might just get a very unlady-like love confession. ]

4: Memories of the Dead

[ Zero stands in his signature outfit in a field of flowers. There's someone else there, but he barely pays them any mind, like before he seems to be in some kind of spell. The colorless flowers drawing him in. When a particularly big one stands out from the rest, he plucks it from the ground and a flash of memory suddenly fills his vision.

He's standing in front of a cemetery, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He walks past tombstones in silence, bringing flowers to the dead. When he stops, he's standing in front of a tombstone. He stands there for a moment, before setting down the flowers and bends down to kiss the cold marble lovingly. The gesture almost seems like a ritual, but it's nothing compared to what happens next. He lies down on top of the marble, curling in around himself as if exhausted not of body but of soul. He murmurs a single name 'Ichiru' the same name etched on the tombstone with the family name 'Kiryuu', a name that seems to be etched on other graves - a family plot.

Zero lets go of the flower, his heart suddenly thumping hard against his ribcage. The flower drops and the orphan wipes at his eyes as he recalls his brother's face, a reflection of his own. He's grateful for the memories, these at least weren't distorted. These at least he hadn't lost. ]

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[ hey, as long as there's no actual fire, she'll take this nice lady's word that she isn't about to set her alight. As... mildly concerned as she is that burning was her first though.

But she nods, once again being careful as she places her palms flat on the ground and wobbles her way upright. One problem solved(???) ]

[ Sebastian is decidedly not a fan of these flowers, since at this point, he's encountered more of those without color than with. The latter are fine, good, even, but despite (or maybe because of) being an old, powerful demon, he's quite sensitive to criticism. He has such an inflated view of himself that he tends to be quite soured by anything but. As such, he's very slightly on a mission to get rid of any of the colorless patches that he finds. It's extremely petty and over the top, but that's just Sebastian for you.

He slows in his gait as he notices the colorful patch of flowers that Ryan is crouched at, and he does smile slightly in amused interest at the conversation he seems to be holding with them. He can tell it's inquisitive, so he's happy to pass along and leave him to his work, but the attention suddenly turns to him.

Sebastian is surprised that Ryan's attention turns to him, but he does stop. Now his own curiosity is piqued by the man's interest. ]

I... suppose so? What can I help you with, sir?

It was complicated. A family thing. [He remembers Dio's diary, remembers an entry dated mere days before the first time Star Platinum lashed out at someone on his behalf: the old woman shot Dio with a bow and arrow, and that was how the whole mess began.

Shit. If Dio's got more followers still out there...]

How many were made?

i: she still cares about getting wet, actually

[ a fun fact about cats: they don't particularly like the water or being dunked in it. usually. some of them. shijima is one of those cats who does not appreciate a surprise bath, and while she doesn't lose her human form after scrambling out of the well, she wears it about the same as she always does.

this means that the small girl who looks to be a child of some sort in the pink dress hunches forward with terrible postrure, shaking herself off like a very annoyed cat as she parts her soaking hair away from her face.

she hisses, even, like that isn't mostly adorable in her current form.

it should be terrifying, given she's not exactly the nicest creature.

luckily she chooses to take it out on the flowers instead of anyone else. the "nice" ones seem to be complimenting her dress and saying they hope she has a lovely day and the "mean" ones call her a mangy bag of fleas.

she casually dices all of them, good and bad, and pulls them up at the roots, ignoring all their screams of terror and pain. one of the colored nice flowers she has up and is sniffing at the roots, like that's going to tell her anything at all. she shakes it, then tosses it away. possibly into your face, sorry. ]

What manner of idiocy is this...

ii: fancy feast

[ shijima doesn't care for the pink ruffled fancy dress. not like she cares about it at first, but the way these clothes snag into everything is Not On. she gracelessly trips but catches her balance like it's nothing at all, and glares at the skirts.

she tries to rip them. she tries to take them off.

at one point she shifts into her cat form, a small white housecat, but the clothes just shrink with her, leaving her a cat in a dress, should you like to interact with her then.

finally she ends up perched on the stoop of one of the houses around chroma, chin in her hands as she sulks, legs curled up underneath her. she straightens (sort of) and points at you. ]

Bluefish. I want some.

[ fucking feed her??? it's said with the imperiousness that only a cat could really accomplish. ]

iii: yeah she's just torturing the flowers, this is karma

[ honestly, she finds the screams amusing. so when she's plucking petals shijima is actually smiling, softly entertained and looking almost adorable angelic as she...tortures the flowers.

honestly, she deserves what happens next.

glancing up after she's pulled all the flower petals, thinking of nothing at all but destruction and mayhem, she looks up and tilts her head to the side. ]

Hm. You I like, I think. [ ...for her, this is pretty much an impassioned declaration of love.

astonishing. she'll be furious in a second or two, maybe. ]

iv: death, a wish the heart makes

[ she doesn't touch these flowers. they're not speaking and so she doesn't care about them, but she knows what they are, and she knows they can't be normal, not in this place.

shijima's seated at the edge of the field, combing through her hair with her fingers as though it's her tongue, trying to right the mess the branches caused.

her cat-yellow eyes shift towards whoever comes to the field after her. ]

Well. Aren't you going to take one, then? Weave me a crown.

wildcard

[ alternately, make something up for me and i'll roll with it! you can catch shijima as a cat or human both, wandering around and pretty much sticking her nose into whatever. ]

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Stakes? Vampire hunting ain't my expertise, amigo! My weapon of choice is more of a guitar.

[She had to admit that this dude really did look straight out of a vampire book. As an alien, she really wasn't good at showing sympathy to other forms of intelligent life. Emotions like that were better to box away as they would get in the way of what she wanted. Hence why she casually picks her nose like some rotten teenager.]

Gotta admit that this place really needs to work on the landscaping. If you wanna buy a home here, you'll have to deal with racket asides noisy married old couples.

[ ... Well. He's not wrong, but it certainly isn't making her feel any better about being alone, so she just kind of lays flat on her stomach now to soak that in.

Loneliness sure sucks. ]

[... the abrupt change in attention is a little concerning, but gandharva still puts on a polite smile.]

Go ahead, sir.

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[well. that sure is something.

...

sorry, jion, but have a kid reaching up to pat you on the head now.]

You know, we do have doctors and healers around here. If you've been feeling unwell lately...

[ That... that is a grown man acting very delighted to see her, and while she thinks that this is very much like Tohru, it makes her wonder if he also thinks she's just a cat.

But all the same, she's not that willing to get close to him (or anyone) right now, so even as he holds out his hand, the tiger cub takes a few steps back and narrows her eyes.

Nope. ]

[ It sure isn't. Instead, there's a small girl hunched over, trying to cover herself protectively, with hair the exact same color as the tiger's fur and pale amber eyes that definitely aren't human.

She's also naked, oops. ]

[uh]

I'm not sure if "sweet" is the word I would use, ma'am.

You're still holding onto something like that, even now... If you think of it that way, it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

[Luck is fake!! Eichi drops the lifeless flower to the ground, no longer caring for it, and walks away from the other insulting grey flowers to head towards brighter pastures. Literally, the colored flowers over here.]

I'm not troubled at all. Though, I did only just realize that the paint may be just as colorless... This is a strange place, after all. Oh well. [Oh well, dead flower.] I wonder why that is? Why do you think?

[ Ugh— Guilt pricks him at Kaiki's words, but what hurts is the realization of guilt, the recognition that he's wrong and shouldn't be acting like this, a shitty brat just because he's scared, not only because of his own morals, but for the sake of the god who summoned him.

He crosses his arms, nails digging into his skin as he dips his head in a short bow, the most he'll allow without somebody shoving his nose to the ground, but he makes sure his apology is sincere. ]

Sorry. I'm Yukine. I don't know anything about this place, but those flowers can't be natural, so be careful around those.

[ she looks like Some Human (sort of - those eyes belong to a cat) but shijima stops anyway to wander over to conner. she's not really enjoying her fancy pink dress, but she has decided to Ignore it for the time being.

mostly because she obviously wants to wear it. totally. she didn't get bested by a dress. NOT AT ALL. ]

Hm...what a funny boy. You're stuck? Graceless.

[ she's an asshole cat but she's coming nearer anyway. ]

I refuse.

[ what happens.............when two cats are immovable objects at the same direction...

shijima wears her human form now, but she crouches near mogget, taking more interest in him. he'll probably notice her yellow cat's eyes. ]

What manner of creature are you? [ cat? other? she isn't unfamiliar with speaking to other animals, but in her experience they never speak with a human's voice. ]

[ there's a hiss, but shijima stills herself. she's gotten her skirt - annoying, too long, too much lace - stuck on something and it's ruining her sense of balance and grace. she's already tried earlier in the day to shift back to her true form to escape the dress, but it seems to shrink and shift with her.

annoying.

at least like this she has fingers to try to untangle the messes, although sebastian is probably more familiar with how to do it.

so she stills, flexing her fingers like claws and scowling ferociously. ]

Get on with it, then, boy.

[ SO GRACIOUS...

and so incorrect about ages, but she's used to being the eldest person in a room. ]

[ shijima just casually sMACKS POOR YUU IN THE FACE as she bats him away. ]

Annoying! [ truly the reaction everyone wants when they give false impassioned confessions. ]

What a sharp little boy.

[ shijima's suddenly right at yukine's side, cat-quiet as...well, a cat. but she's wearing her little-girl human form right now, eyeing the sliced flowers with something akin to interest. ]

How did you do that, I wonder?

Boy?

[ He raises an eyebrow in light surprise, but he doesn't actual react further than that. Considering he's used to his sour-natured master, a bit of surliness is really more familiar than anything else... But to be called a boy when he's so clearly not is a surprise.

But regardless, he easily and obediently starts to untangle it from the brush that the lace has gotten snagged on. However, because it's lace, it's not going to be as easy as other fabrics. ]

It shall not take long, but it is quite caught on all of these brambles. All of this lace does not quite fit this little town.

[ He is not at all alarmed or deterred by this... Unfortunately, it's the opposite. ]

Haha! A shy little one, are you? Why, no worries... I mean you no harm. In fact, I am sure I can find you something quite palatable as a treat!

[ He's just. Going to continue after her. If he gets close enough, he'll absolutely scoop up this tiger like it's a kitten, but he's not trying very hard to do so. Yet. ]

[ After all that, Rosetta laughs. As consolation, she sits up; on the other hand, this means her weight is concentrated on one area of Zero's body. ]

Well, you're honest. I don't dislike that. But you see . . . these kids are important to me. I'd hate to see them trampled right before my eyes.

Besides, I think you're tougher than you look.

[ If she did give Zero a concussion, though, she wouldn't mind kissing it better— ]

[Ma'am.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.]

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