test drive meme 1.

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Her Pa committed suicide By biting off his head. Her mother saw her uncle's ghost And died of fright, she said. So her unpleasant habits Seem most curious to me, Because she seems to come from such A happy family.

Prompt 1: he forest looms as ever, colorless but not at all dead. The leaves are full, fluttering in the silence, but there's no scent to them, no color. The effect is eerily hard to navigate, almost like an optical illusion, leaves, branches and trunk blending together with the small path -- which already disappears and reappears at a whim. But even so... If you brave the path, it seems as though there is something leading you onwards. A trail of... something, crumbs, maybe, the same shade of colorless as everything else, almost impossible to see. Following those might be a bad idea -- your chances of getting lost, tangled in random underbrush, or wandering aimlessly for hours are pretty high... to say nothing of what you might encounter if you stray too far (hint: even the small, fuzzy things have nasty bites). Still, it's there, and if you follow them... eventually you will come to a small house. It's decrepit, falling apart and in shambles... do you really want to go inside? Perhaps armed with one of the many convenient tree branches that have probably smacked you thus far? Prompt 2: hould you enter the house, you'll be greeted with a creepy, creepy doorman. Aw, how cute! And in that doll's hand, there's...a message. On a slip of paper, it reads, simply and plainly: The more you take, the more you leave behind. Curious! (And yeah, you can destroy the doll. It's just a normal doll. You may even come across said doll already crushed by an intrepid explorer.) Of course, it's a riddle, and the answer's a warning -- the longer you walk around and about the house, the less you'll remember about yourself, until you forget why you were there and why you should leave, and who you are at all, doomed to wander forever. Or someone saves you, that's fine too. Prompt 3: roblem: There are no fresh eggs in the Town. Solution: Catch a feral chicken, and keep it for eggs. That seems simple enough, right? You're totally up for the task... right? But why do all of the animals look so strange in the forest? Mutated, with teeth, or wings that don't belong, or claws. That's... a chicken, right? Catching it will allow you to get some eggs, but that beak looks pretty nasty -- it might be harder than it looks. But you're intrepid and clever, right? Why not demonstrate your Chicken Wrangling Skills that won you the championship so many years ago? Or try to serenade the savage beast? Or wuss out and form a coalition with which you draw lots to see who has to do battle with the chicken? There's safety in numbers! But the prize will surely be worth a bit of blood loss and fowl-related trauma. Do it for the eggs. Prompt 4: here's a new quest on the forum today, and it looks awfully easy! It's listed simply as: Quest XXII. Talk to someone you've never met about their childhood. Quest will be completed when you have reached an acceptable level of knowledge. On the other hand, that's a little vague, isn't it... ? How will you even know when you've completed a quest like that? Still, it looks easy! Maybe go give it a try. You could respond to the forum post to try to find people, or just go on outside, go harass someone about their past. If you're lucky, you'll drag it out of them with very little hassle and it won't take you a good chunk of the day. If you're unlucky, that's what highly persistent stalking is for! But don't forget, you'll likely have to return the favor. And your new friend might not be the only one listening. 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 first 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! Important dates to remember are March 1st, 9 PM EST, when Reserves will open, and March 7th, 9 PM EST when Applications will open. Keep an eye out for it! 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. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

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[swordfucker]

Guren Ichinose.

[Full titles probably don't matter here. It's not like he's hiding it, especially not in uniform, but he doubts a kid would care, either.]

Watch your step, and tell me if you see anything interesting.

[pursestrings]

[whatever glen

Okuyasu makes a face at him, but turns to go, like, look around... he supposes... he's still not going to touch anything, but he'll eventually speak up from over in a corner of this shitty room:] Yo, Ichi! I found something you should check out!

[It's part of the dirty broken window where Okuyasu has written "FUCK OFF" with his finger in the grime.]

[swordfucker]

[He goes over, calmly, ready to see something, even willing to forgive that dumb nickname— and then it's just this message in gross grime. He stares at it for a couple of seconds before he snaps, spinning to comically kick at Okuyasu.]

Stop screwing around, idiot!

[pursestrings]

[Whoa, okay!! Okuyasu is still grinning at him like a fucking fool because this joke is WAY funny, then dodging a little bit out of the way to escape the kick. He blocks the kick as an afterthought with, you know, a weird silver hand that's maybe a little translucent and maybe seems to be coming out of his own arm.

But that's normal and also he doesn't think anybody else can see this shit, so forgive him.]

What's wrong? It's a message from the haunted doll!

1/2

[swordfucker]

You think you can just disrespect your elders?!

[Do it again and he will up the comedic violence, he swears!!]

[swordfucker]

[Ah, but wait, he noticed something in the middle of that (on top of noticing that he could stand up to his easy kick, which is already a notable thing) that he has to point out.]

Now, what was that? [He's not specifying What, it is very clear to him What he means.]

[pursestrings]

[Over here, away from kicking, Okuyasu holds up his hands and looks around on the floor, like maybe he stepped on something? Did he? What's going on?]

What was what? Was there dog shit or something?

[swordfucker]

No, I meant that metal growth of a hand that came out of your arm.

[He points, for emphasis.]

[pursestrings]

[hey

what the fuck]

Oh, uh— wait, shouldn't you know? I mean, if you can see The Hand...

[Cursed: it's called The Hand so this makes it sound like it's just a hand!!]

[swordfucker]

What the hell is it?

[What kind of dumb name is "The Hand" he can't even register that it's a name...]

Some sort of demon? [Like, a manifestation type?]

[pursestrings]

[Okay, now he's confuse.]

Uhh... wait, what? A demon? Are you sure you know what you're talking about? I mean, even I've got the basics down.

[swordfucker]

[He sighs, clearly irritated.]

If you know the "basics" then go over them already. I'm asking you why a hand came out of your arm!

[pursestrings]

The Hand, [he says, correcting, like that's clear. One second... another second...]

So you're not a Stand user?

[swordfucker]

[Stand user........ what the fuck.]

I use demons, you could say. So if that thing wasn't a demon, then what was it? What's a stand?

[pursestrings]

[Glen started this, not Okuyasu!!]

Seriously? I guess I just have to show you, but you shouldn't be able to see it... [Very weird, but whatever!! Okuyasu doesn't actually do anything, but The Hand manifests hovering off the ground behind him anyway, staring down at Guren with its bizarre tin-can face. Tada.]

It's like... your spirit? Well, this one's mine, duh.

[swordfucker]

[...Okay, that isn't a demon, not like Byakkomaru and definitely not like any of the ones who appear human. It's definitely not human or angel either, so what is it? It looks like a dumpster decided to clean itself up and take football.

Beside him, a spirit that can't be seen or heard by anyone but Guren is leaning on his shoulder, making playful comments about how interesting this looks. Guren rolls his shoulder like he's trying to shake something off, clicking his tongue at nothing.]

Spirit... right. I don't have anything like that. [Why is his spirit so shiny.] It fights?

[pursestrings]

[It just hovers there behind him, waiting, until Okuyasu puffs up pridefully and the Stand also... does the same thing, but its spooky sad expression doesn't change, Stands don't make sense.]

Yeah! We're not the best around but we're pretty tough! The Hand's hand is killer, too—watch!

[And maybe stay out of the way of the big tin can spirit man lunging forward to swipe its right hand at the window he wrote on before—the grime is gone and so is the right and so is the rest of the glass, like it just disappeared. Because. It did. Goodbye.]

[swordfucker]

[Whaaaaaa— that's cool, but also... does that count as taking? He's still paranoid about this, tensing up and half considering yelling at Okuyasu— but he can't stop it now, and he likely won't do it again.]

It erases it? [He can have Mahiru-no-yo devour attacks and cushion impact like that, but he can't make physical things like that just disappear.] Permanently?

[pursestrings]

[Real fact: he forgot about that. He's probably forgotten a few other things just from standing around in here, but does he... realize that? Probably not!]

Yeah! I dunno where it goes once The Hand gets on it.

[swordfucker]

[Guren is a stubborn shonen loser with a heart that will fight memory loss for as long as he can— even if he's forgotten some things about home and doesn't realize it.]

Then don't just do it out of nowhere for fun! [Jesus.] I'm not supposed to see it, huh? So can you make things disappear like magic without people seeing that big metal hand grabbing for it?

[pursestrings]

[Why is he being grilled about this... by a non-Stand user who shouldn't even be able to see his super-cool Stand... of all people!]

Don't tell me what to do! The Hand's my business, not yours. [grumble.... mumble........] I could probably do that if I wanted to, yeah.

[swordfucker]

I can see it, so it just became my business.

[At least he's not being mean and leaking demonic energy all over to test him... He's a kid not in an army uniform, so he doesn't want to pull out things like that just for his curiosity. And so: grilling.

That seems like enough, though.]

Just don't do it to anything else in here. Let's check out upstairs.

[pursestrings]

[WOW.... he should do it to Guren's stupid presumptuous face, that's what he should do!! He looks for a second like he's actually thinking about it, but then he just shoves his hands in his pockets and skulks past him, The Hand vanishing as abruptly as it appeared.

hrrmmrmmgmgnh jerk]

You check upstairs. I'll go watch the door.

[swordfucker]

Watch the door for what?

[You know what, nevermind. He sighs, waving him off.] Fine, I'll go by myself.

[And so, he does... this time Okuyasu better only call him if there's something really interesting! He's going to forget he said that, anyway.]

[pursestrings]

[He's watching the door for more stupid assholes who are going to tell him what to do, duh!! Or he's just going to lean against the wall and scowl, so Guren can go off and do whatever he wants, and Okuyasu... will be right here.

Sooner rather than later he forgets why he's standing there, though. That's tricky. While he doesn't go upstairs to solve this mystery, he wanders over to a closet and tugs the creaking door open—only to be met with a pile of horrifying and definitely haunted dolls that teeters for a moment and then collapses, swallowing him whole. Okuyasu is dead.

No, but he is definitely shouting. Several different obscenities.]