Test Drive Meme

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Throne of Shadows
TEST DRIVE MEME!!!

New to Throne of Shadows? Long time player thinking of apping a new character? Welcome to our test drive meme! Experiment with active and potential muses! Here is a place where you can test out characters for the setting and accrue samples for your applications! Roll on the scenarios provided below, or come up with your own!

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You are...

1. Working in the lava lamp factory
2. Watching "The History of Twine" in the cinema
3. Admiring the fish in the barracks tunnel
4. Lost in a topiary maze
5. Riding the shuttle between buildings
6. Trying to sneak into the administrative offices

You’re feeling...

1. Inexplicably happy
2. Like you could fall asleep at any moment
3. Angry enough to punch someone
4. Nostalgic or sentimental
5. Like someone stabbed you—oh, hey, they did, fancy that
6. As if life really ought to be more like a Broadway musical

Somewhat unusually...

1. You can only speak in rhyme
2. The room is full of old-fashioned toys
3. A box covered in runes drops down from the sky and lands at your feet
4. You hear the voice of your worst enemy in the walls
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?

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David Webb { Jason Bourne } | Bourne Trilogy

[treadstone]

He never liked having no memory of how something happened. It occurred to him far too often. Anxiety swelled up on the inside and while his expression betrayed nothing but a stone calm look, he couldn't help recall all those flashes. Waking up roadside; hotel room; a gun in his hand with no idea why. He's weaponless, he feels that weight gone.

The man tries to think back. He seems to be standing in the midst of a park when the last thing he remembers was that he was just about to enter the training facility. He was just about to find some kind of answer. Why, how, who? This doesn't make sense. Sharp blue eyes look around. The man's not tall but he's built and he carries himself squarely. He's a soldier, no doubt. It practically radiates off of him.

Finally there's a shift in his expression; a dip in his brows.

You're getting Novel!Bourne, and I'm not sorry.

[deltacain]

He's been taken again. Taken away from his family.

The explanation the Nygods gave him wasn't satisfactory. He only had one love, but it had taken David every ounce of his being to stop Delta. Stop him from doing something both of them would regret.

Your time will come.

He's certain Delta, Bourne, would be needed in this place, but, for now, he was content to bide his time. People on the network said time stopped still while he was here. Maybe it was true, part of him called it impossible. But still, he was here, wandering around a park, getting a sense of his surroundings.

He was busy looking up at a tree when he just walks square into the back of someone, staggering back.

"Oh... God. I'm so sorry."

YOU AGAIN >]

[treadstone]

The hairs on the back of his neck almost set fire the instant he hears someone approaching. Little too late to move, he quickly spins on a heel and takes some steps back. Muscles tense and all too ready to launch himself in defense.

When his eyes land on the other man and looks him down, he relaxes just a touch.

"Yeah," David tries to smooth it out like he had just been shocked by it, but there's no way someone would move that rigidly as the other man might know. A hand comes to rub the back of his neck for a moment. "Hey... It's okay."

David doesn't even remember 'the talk'. Seems like he skipped all of that and ended here. In a park. Nothing familiar but the ground and trees.

me again

[deltacain]

Deep inside, Delta notices. The spin, the tensing, the positioning...

He almost follows suit. Almost. David manages to reign it back in. Back to Professor Webb.

"Good. I guess I'm just kinda lost." He smiles abashedly. "Sorry."

[treadstone]

"You're not alone there," easily comes the reply but he's paying attention to his surroundings. It's almost too familiar to him to be somewhere that's not familiar. Irritation and frustration slowly took over the pounding of anxiety against his chest. He can't be sure of anything. He can't be sure that this man in front of him was not someone from Treadstone, or Blackbriar, or any other number of blackop agencies they created over the bodies that the last one piled up.

"I, uh. Not really sure where I am." David doesn't really smile but he does do the hopeless and harmless look fairly well.

[artistwithasickness]

People were fun to watch. They radiated the basiscs of what they were and their top level insecurities through words and shoulder sets, an adjustment of the eyes or a fidget of fingers. Signs that she'd learned to mark and pay attention too.

So, naturally, she was curious as her view came across the man standing in the middle of the way. He doesn't fidget like normal people, which means he probably isn't, for whatever reason.

Still, Devi isn't going to get up from her bench a handful of feet from him. She digs in her pockets until she finds a small red bag of Candy. Skittles.

A blue one is plucked out and inspected before chucked at his head.

[treadstone]

David wouldn't say that it was fun to watch people. He was too preoccupied with the same things that Devi noticed. It came to him naturally. He could sit on a park bench and know where someone was heading, what they were doing, who they were. The step in their walk said they inured; said they were nervous; said they were upset; said they were ambivalent to everything the world was. Subtle creases in their brows. Did they watch where they were going? Were they looking around? How alert was their eyes?

He could almost tell what people were thinking just by their body language. Normal people weren't suppose to be able to do that. He was human. He slept, he ate, he bled. All he really wanted to be was human. Average. But he wasn't.

Everything about him was exemplary as far as to-the-bone-human was concerned. Including reflexes; hand catching the tiny object like he knew it was coming and then his eyes meet her. His walk says calm, steady, too-alert.

"Is that usually how you get people's attention?" A hand unfolds the candy and the tone itself isn't accusing or caustic. Even.

[artistwithasickness]

Her lips purse in an Oh with a quirk of her eyebrows and curl into a small one sided smirk. Always happy to be proven right. Her frame was relaxed as he came towards her, one ankle resting on top of a knee and green eyes glancing at the blue little prize. Devi was amused and utterly unapologeticly apathetic at her action.

"Yes." Simple honest answer. "You looked... confused."

[treadstone]

"Interesting method," he doesn't sound irritated, though. Instead, he plops the candy in his mouth and takes a seat. "I am. Do you have answers?"

[artistwithasickness]

"Better then shouting 'Hey You'. And it depends on what your questions are." Her gaze continued to track him as he sat down before flicking back out among the people. Her methods give her more then just an out of normality; him catching the skittle was proof enough of that.

[treadstone]

"Only if you're looking for something specific." He looks back at her for a long moment but lets the statement hang where it was.

"Let's start with the Nysgod. Who are they? This isn't the first time I've taken a trip to another plane." If still felt weird to say that and for a moment there's a crease in his brow. No, he remembers. He wasn't near Langley last. He was... it was a city. With the people from the boat before. Charon. He remembers that name.

[artistwithasickness]

He was smart. Devi hadn't had specifics, left it open to any possibility that would be presented on it's own. After all, you focus on one thing, you're libel to miss something else.

"They're just another race of people. Granted they read minds and shadow travel.. Powerful people, but still..." Still predictable within their limits. "The Grasp seems to be getting a taste of world hoppers," she commented, almost off-handedly.

[treadstone]

"It's not like I ask for it," he replies. He knows the tricks. Subtle hints. He wouldn't call it smart. Programming. Instinct. Hell. He leans back and crosses one arm over his shoulder and the other brushes over his chin and mouth in thought. Mind readers and shadow walkers. He'd never run in to those before.

He lets out an exhale. "So it's the same old. Move on along until something happens." A break. "You're one too. Not your first time?"

[artistwithasickness]

"No one ever does." Insightful then.

His assessment was basically right and his question considered with a pause. "Nope. This is only the second plane I've been stuck in." Not to say anything of the other planes she's freely moved through.

"Nice catch, by the way."

[treadstone]

You'll come to find that David isn't someone to brag unless needed for intimidation tactics. He's an extremely humble individual when it comes that 'talents'. Call it what you want. It's just how he is.

"Thanks," its honest, but it comes with no additional information. "Where was your first? I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

[artistwithasickness]

Devi bobs her head in welcome, fingers dipping into her candy bag to pop one into her mouth.

"A street much more chaotic then this. This place isn't half bad, all things considered. What about you?"

[treadstone]

"I was on a boat," the soft in his speech almost sounds like he's replaying the memory for himself as much as he might be relaying information to her. "They called it the Charon. Had a ghost crew that was just as captive as us. Group called COMPASS. Did experiments to study fear."

[artistwithasickness]

"The boat the ferries the dead across the River Styx," she muttered quietly to herself, finding the ghost crew appropriate and the whole COMPASS idea something she could see one Dr Weasker doing. And well.

"Sounds bad. Things happen here, but it's not a focused topic. Keeps you on your toes though."

[treadstone]

"It's always the people that matter." Yeah, it wasn't pleasant but some part of him thinks about the people he knew. Chief and Wesley. Sheva, Trish... wherever she went. It was a lot of adjusting at first but eventually he almost came to like it. The people. People he related to. People who understood. He wasn't a monster or exceptional he was just another soldier and that was almost comforting.

"Hope so," he takes a moment. "I'd hate to be bored." And another. "What can you tell me about Tristan. I mean, no offence to the people that live like this but I don't exactly swing that way."

[artistwithasickness]

"I wouldn't know," she remarked back. 'People' was not her thing. Connections, perhaps, people, not so much.

"Don't worry. Tristan doesn't want any of us. The parameters that the Grasp runs on doesn't include a check box for what we're got downstairs." Blunt, but honest.