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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!
We also ask that you please pardon our dust. We're working very hard to get this game up and running and hope to be open by September 1st!
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!
We also ask that you please pardon our dust. We're working very hard to get this game up and running and hope to be open by September 1st!
Reimu Hakurei (male) | Touhou Project | X-Man
This just goes out to all the new children of the atom who are chomping at the bit to get into training to start becoming the new generation of heroes.
You all have your reasons for doing this. When I was your age, it was almost out of a sense of obligation. You see, my mother was the Hakurei Miko, and some of you Japanese students may have heard of her. I felt like it was a huge responsibility I needed to fulfill, to become worthy as her successor and fight alongside the X-Men just like she had before I was born...
Well. That didn't work out from me. I was cut from my team, demoted, and forced to start over again from scratch. To find a motivation that wasn't set in doing something just because I felt like I was supposed to. To find my own identity and reasons for fighting.
My advice to people who are still uncertain about things... Find something out there you want to protect. And think long and hard about what you're willing to do in order to protect it.
Hakushi out. -And he ends the feed.-
[ Action - The Lounge ]
Really, inviting Reimu back to the mansion should have come with a warning. Someone, anyone, should have remembered his veritable black hole of a stomach. The pile of wrappers was mountainous. The crumbs were getting everywhere. My god, entire boxes of Hostess snack cakes had been emptied. He was on his fifth full bag of crisps. Bottles of Gatorade littered the table before him. It was inhuman. Horrifying.
Reimu blinked a bit at the staring, slowly chewing as he contemplated the best way to handle this situation. There were people that knew, sure, about his eating habits. There were plenty more new students who had no clue. Eventually, he swallowed, and tentatively held the bag out.
"Want some?"
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So, when the bag was offered, she immediately... Well, "brightened" wasn't quite the right word. The attentiveness of her gaze sharpened further, honing in like a fine point, and she obligingly took a chip.
It was probably a good thing that Sella hadn't come to the school with her, considering the delay before manners occurred to her. Still munching, she offered a belated, "Thank you."
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"Name's Reimu. I used to go to school here five years ago."
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Finally, she asked, "Do you have any pocky?"
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[His delivery is serious, but he can't keep a straight face.]
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...Though I'm also sure some of them will need to hear it more than once before it sinks in, so I guess I shouldn't worry.
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But he wasn't, and so instead of saying anything the young woman just lifted up a waste pail up by her hands. A firm hand was on her hip and her eyes glinted with parental disappointment.
"No, thank you. I will wait for my dinner, like everybody else." Her words were oozing with polite consternation.
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"Well..." She rolled her l a little long. "That may be true, but the least you can do is clean up after yourself."
And, making a show of it, Lillet politely leaned down on the ground to pick up one of the finished crisp wrappers and dunk it into the bin.
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Heck, Moxxi wouldn't mind being able to eat whatever she wanted without consequence.
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"But seriously. Anything and everything?"
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"My kettle chips! Do you know how much those cost?!"
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Don't mind bottemless pit here.
[And here comes the owner of the voice, a grin on her face. Surprisingly enough, the bag has a think of snack cakes in it with nothing wrong with them.]
Not everyone remembers ya.
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I don't really care if they remember me or not. I just don't think people should judge.
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I doubt they are judgin'...just wondering where all of that went. They'll learn soon enough.
[Going to sit on the arm of the couch/chair for the moment.]
Ya think things are goin' ta be norma-...okay yeah normal isn't here.
[A laugh but she's serious for now.]
What's the plan or is this a wing it point?
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"That's disgusting."
Remilia stood, arms crossed with one eyebrow precisely raised. The comment was less of a jab than it would have been in the past, now more of an observation.
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Remilia glanced at the couch, eyeing the crumb-y state. She reached out with a wing, after a moment, brushing the chip remains off the cushion—and oh dear lord the greasy things are clinging to her wing. She quickly brushed those off with her hand.
Know what, she'll just stand.
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"Someday we might find someone's fingers in there. Possibly yours."
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"I'm supposed to scare people when I trip over things in the dark."
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thanks DW for not sending me any notifs