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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Hello, True Believers!

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun!


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[gregorydeegan]

"Is there any particular reason you are doing this?"

[whatsatisfiesme]

"People here could do with seeing more of it."

Gilbert finally turned his head to arch an eyebrow Gregory's way, slim shoulders lifting in a dainty shrug.

"On here is as good as anywhere else, non?"

[gregorydeegan]

"Non. Not if it isn't your paper to begin with." Oh man, fighting was not his favorite thing, he so didn't want to fight now. Hopefully this kid wouldn't press it any further.

[whatsatisfiesme]

"You don't listen well, do you? That's the entire point."

If it had been his, it wouldn't even have counted as defacing! Forcing the symbol up where someone wouldn't be able to avoid an uncomfortable confrontation with it, that was the whole idea.

Gilbert wrinkled his nose, turning it upwards and studiously continuing to color.

"It isn't yours, either - " A guess, tdchnically, but Gregory didn't read as near irked enough to his empathic senses to make his earlier claim convincing. "So why don't you just mind your business?"

[gregorydeegan]

"Actually, you never specified a point, and I'd rather not guess, see, the guesses I would come up with are not... Flattering. So how about we go talk this out like adults instead of sitting and sulking like kids." He asked with a grin. "And I know the perfect place to talk!"

With that, the man who just said they should talk this out like adults set about ripping the cushions off the small dorm sofa with something akin to unholy glee. He was having way too much fun doing,... Whatever it was he was doing.

[whatsatisfiesme]

"Non, I'm happy just where I -- ah!"

He would have been ready for Gregory to lunge for the papers at that point, if only because that would have been a normal reaction. In fact, when he dove for the couch cushions, that was exactly what Gilbert assumed he was doing. He jerked himself back, poised against the arm of the sofa, and pressed the pilfered notes firmly against his thighs to save them from being stolen (back.)

Which...turned out to be pointless, when Gregory began ripping up the sofa instead. He blinked, vivid green eyes watching intently until the cushion he was seated on was the last left in place. Bare feet planted down on it; no way was he moving.

"What do you think you're doing? Or are you just a little bit mad...?"

[gregorydeegan]

"I guess I should be a little bit angry, but that's not why I'm doing this," he said, deliberately misunderstanding.

He channeled just a drop of his white fire into his limbs when he was down to the last cushion, so he could stand without the stick. It was subtle, but changed his posture completely. He dropped the stick and poured more of his power into himself, lending him strength, then he lifted the cushion, with Gilbert on it, and set it aside.

Then he took his stick back, let go of the fire and proceeded to use the cushions that were unoccupied first, setting about building his couch fort.

[whatsatisfiesme]

"Not angry, mad - "

Despite being close to fluent in his second language, having his words turned around on him still made Gilbert sniff with offense. He glowered in Gregory's direction, pulling a sneer...for the half-second or so before he was lifted from the couch, along with his seat, and deposited on the floor. That drew a yelp of surprise and a frankly startled stare that tracked Gregory as he built up the cushions around their former home.

Confusion softened into something milder, though, aimed at the structure forming in front of him. Honestly, that was what he was being hefted around for, mutant strength and all?

It was just absurd enough to color him curious, quirking his lips into a hint of a smile.

"Oh, are we going to talk this out like six year-olds, now?"

[gregorydeegan]

"Why not?" he asked with a grin. "What six year old do you know that could destroy the world?" he asked cheerfully. "If everyone spent more time as six year olds, maybe less of us would spend so long six feet under." He grabbed his walking stick and climbed into the fort, leaving the one cushion behind. "Come on in, it's well fort-ified."

[whatsatisfiesme]

"But I don't even have my safety blanket on me."

Ridiculous. But, though the blond answered with a mocking drawl, the idea was charmingly odd enough at least to keep him from continuing to bait for a fight. He'd been bored enough, perched on the couch with nothing to do but scrawl on someone else's class notes. Why not spend the hour after last period more comfortably? If nothing else, setting up the couch cushion bunker in the middle of one of the student lounges was hard to miss.

So, slipping off his seat, he crept over to the "fort." The last of the cushions was propped up at the entrance - for reinforcement - before he lowered onto all fours to crawl inside.

"I imagine some of us could have destroyed the world at six, besides."

He'd nearly driven his mother to suicide at three-and-a-half weeks, from what they told him. That was an early start, wasn't it?

Replying from ipad, please forgive brevity and typos.

[gregorydeegan]

"Some maybe, but far less than the number of adults who could do the same," he said, leaning back in the couch fort, pensivley, "but kids also have more fun."