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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

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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"Big words for a nineteen year old." He looks pretty impressed. Part of it is probably that he's never spoken so eloquently in his life. "Well, that makes me one of your available teachers. You know, if you need help fighting off bullies or something."

He thinks a bit before continuing, "What are your powers?"

"Haha, well, thank you, Mr. Wolf, but I can only pass the compliment along to my teachers and my family, where any credit belongs. In particular, my grandfather started me on martial arts from a young age, so I certainly look forward to your lessons."

He smiles quite sincerely at that statement--then pauses momentarily at Bigby's question. He's not especially shy about it, but he's honestly never met someone he had reason to trust, but who didn't already know. Perhaps all too well.

"...ah... well. Here, the short form."

Ahem. He holds his right hand out--away from any combustibles--palm-up, and with a crackling hum and a actinic flash, a coruscating, violet aura flares above his hand, before congealing into an almost solid-looking sphere. It hovers above his palm, shimmering placidly save for the occasional arc across its surface, almost like a tiny purple sun, about the size of a tennis ball.

That is certainly impressive. And he's watching it the whole while as he drains his cigarette and presses the butt into the ashtray on his desk. For Alric's sake he'll wait a bit before lighting up again.. but in the interest of avoiding a sensory overload the place smells of basically nothing but black lungs anyway.

"Well, you seem pretty well in control of it. It's pretty... flashy." He has literally no idea what the sphere is made of, so he's just... quietly trying to pick up a scent from it without making it too obvious.

If there's any scent to it, it's a scent of ozone, like that of a violent thunderstorm without the rain.

The smile with which he answers is a bit thin, as though the reality is a little more complicated and less pleasant.

"...mm. I appreciate the compliment, Mr. Wolf... but my control is... primitive, in a word, and even that has been hard-won. I've learned discipline, and taught myself what I could about this..."

He glances at the violet sphere--then casually shakes his hand out as though extinguishing a match, and the sphere fizzles, breaking apart into a purple haze that quickly dims to red and disappears. The smell of ozone definitely kicks in more strongly as the sphere dissipates.

"...but I'm still far from mastering it. Although I do hope to rectify that shortcoming, in my time here."

His nose wrinkles as it dissipates; even in its contained form the smell was sharp, but now he definitely feels the need to pull out a new cigarette and light it.

"I guess it wouldn't be that comforting to say I'm in the same boat." he chuckles hesitantly, "There's a reason I don't teach power training. Which is to say.. it's easier on everyone if I use my powers as little as possible."

"Mm. I won't claim to have shared your experiences, of course, but I certainly can share that sentiment."

He smiles a little, reassuringly, at once sympathetic and confident--but restrains it quickly, as though realizing it's really not his place.

"I have had... the occasional slip-up, myself."

"I've had... less than occasional slip-ups." And he averts his eyes as he continues to smoke.

He'd like to think it counts as a slip-up as long as he feels bad for it.

"But at least you're here to learn, so you've got a better chance than me of getting it under control. Around here the point is to make mistakes and break things and lose control... as long as it starts getting easier not to do it."

He's not sure if that is precisely the point of hero school, but it sure makes it sound like something he needed as a kid.

Alric knows all too well how fortunate he was to have the support, education, and protection he did; he also knows very well the sort of unfortunately directions his life might have taken, otherwise.

"Well... I suppose I'll have to take your word for it, then, and hope that the training facilities are exceptionally sturdy." He pauses a moment. "...and well-insured."

At this, Bigby smirks.

"Well, if it's survived this long I assume Xavier's got the money to cover damages. You're not the first kid to come in here with some pretty destructive powers."

"Ah, no, I suppose you're right. I confess, I've never spent much time in the company of anyone with... well, with any other powers, actually. I'd be lying grossly if I denied it's a little bit exciting."

He pauses a moment. Ahem.

"At any rate... ah, the... martial training of which you'll be instructor, Mr. Wolf, might I ask what material you'd be covering? It is, of course, something of a broad field."

"I guess it is exciting..." He gets less of the excitement, since he was sheriff in a pretty mutant-heavy area before and the thrill of being near people like him is dampened by experience in what those powers can cause.

Alric asked him a question, didn't he.

"It's less martial arts and more... well, it's a general street-smart way of fighting. Nothing dirty or underhanded, but the point is to be able to turn a fight around in your favor if you can't use your powers for whatever reason. I guess in particular I'm gonna be focusing on fighting enemies stronger than yourself. Getting out of their grip, and using their size and strength against them effectively. Which... makes it a bit more like wrestling, with claws involved. For people who have them."

Alric smiles to himself and nods. He's argue that certainly qualifies as martial arts, although he was raised on classical European fencing, so he has a slightly different point of view on that subject than most people.

"I see, it sounds intriguing... grappling is, I admit, not my strongest area, but I quite look forward to it, Mr. Wolf."

As far as Bigby is concerned, martial arts is spiritual and generally self-defense. His form of fighting is more... beating the other person senseless so that they're no longer an issue.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it before long. The point is to come in unexperienced." And this particular kid, he's decided he likes him. So Alric may or may not get some special treatment ~~unintentionally~~.

...well, destroying the other party's ability to do harm is a form of defense...

He chuckles at that prerequisite.

"Ah, excellent. That, I believe, I can do."

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