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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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He is not lost in the maze. Far from it actually. Sirius is here because he wanted to be. In fact, someone may find him suspicious just standing at an intersection in the foliage and staring at the wall. A long, refined stick is tapping against his leg gently and the teen is muttering under his breath.

Then he lit up. "That's it!" With a wave of his wand and more muttering, in a language that is most certainly not English, he stepped back from the hedge. In fact, he moved extremely far away.

The hedge looked unchanged but anyone who walked passed it will find themselves being insulted. Sirius, the one responsible for the hedge's newfound ability to speak, is standing nearby.

Regulus was lost in the maze. He was a few deep breaths away from shedding his carefully constructed, cool demeanor and simply blasting his way out of the maze.

He’d entered this park on the idea that nature was supposed to calm ones nerves, and one like him would certainly be agitated after being kidnapped for a matrimonial union he did not agree to. Why he believed this misguided platitude was a mystery. New environs, perhaps he was thinking too optimistically about trying out new thinking.

But now he was lost in a verdant hell. He could see the irony in that, being Slytherin. He usually loved green, but this was dirt covered torture.

“Wee little Black should run home to his mummy before the big, bad bush makes him wail like a poor excuse for a banshee.”

Oh, and now the plants were turning on him.

He didn’t see his brother waiting in hiding, Regulus just glared daggers at the section of the maze wall that had spoken its last insult.

He raised his wand at the bush and with a few harsh words later, the branches crumbled in ash.

Honestly, it was just a bit of fun but he can hear the poor plant burning after the spell had been cast. The voice that had done it was uncomfortably familiar. Sirius very nearly turned around and continued deeper into the maze just so he wouldn't have to deal with who was around the corner.

Yet, Sirius was never one to back down from his family - especially in the more recent years of his life. So a deep breath later to control that Black temper and out he stepped in order to face his little sibling.

Who wasn't so little anymore. Regulus looked older than last time Sirius had seen him. Not that he should be surprised considering what he'd learned of this place already. He didn't let the momentary shock register on his face. "You really should be ashamed of yourself, killing an innocent bush like that. I'm going to have to report you to the Task Force Dedicated to the Protection of Magical Flora."

Oh, he should have known. That insult had carried a familiar ring to it.

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before turning to face his brother.

Sirius was younger than the last time he’d seen his brother, but he would guess he was out of Hogwarts. Not yet from Azkaban, the wand and the lack of haunting madness gave it away. Regulus had been inside that building on Death Eater business, relaying a message, and he knew he never wanted to go back there again.

And none of this told him how this meeting would go.

“Please do,” he quipped back, rocking on his heels for emphasis. “If they can make it, then they’ll take me far, far away from this place.”

It's not as though he meant for it to be insulting specifically towards his brother. Or that he'd known his brother was even here. If anything, Sirius would rather have James, Remus or Peter. Though it was better than Snivellus.

Not quite out of Hogwarts though well on his way out the door and the teachers will surely be glad of it after all of the trouble he's helped cause. As for Regulus, he can only guess at his brother's age. Older than him, certainly, but he has no idea just how many years had passed.

"'fraid not. Punishment for bush death is eternal imprisonment in a flora prison. Welcome to Shrubbery Penitentiary." He motioned to the area around them.

It wasn’t an insult. He tried to keep from letting that small voice in the back of his head that latched on to the barest possibility that there could ever be anything amicable between him and Sirius again from filling him with hope.

And Regulus opened his mouth to remark about that. To engage in a way that showed he wanted them to interact like brothers.

It wasn’t an insult, but it wasn’t an olive branch either. He closed his mouth and reconsidered what he would say.

If anything, he was mad that his brother hadn’t given him a blatant reason to hate him.

That miniscule hope flared for one second, flashing across his face before it was replaced by something blank. They weren’t old chums reuniting, and the best thing for Regulus was to leave his brother to his pranking.

“Then be so kind and do give the warden my regards.”

Regulus turned to his right to leave.

"Oh, because that's mature."

Not that Draco was really one to talk. As far as things went, he was perhaps one of the least mature magic-users out there, particularly when one stopped to consider the fact that he was supposed to be some sort of upstanding individual. Supposedly. He didn't really concern himself with it, not when he could generally just berate others for their own failures.

Sirius might not be lost, but Draco...well, Draco sort of was. He liked to think he could get out just fine. He probably couldn't, but that was neither here nor there. It wasn't every day that a hedge started insulting him when he walked by, after all.

"You're not so great yourself, hedge," he sneered at the thing, cheeks flushing a little bit with irritated embarrassment as he glanced around for whomever might have done such a thing.

"Says the man-child," the bush retorted back.

Being mature when one had magic was a silly thing in Sirius' opinion. They were much better off using it for fun things rather than all those things they'd been taught in school. It was preferred than using it to harm or kill others.

Honestly, loads of magic at the tip of his fingers and Malfoy can't even find his way out of maze. Not even a magical maze. Just a plain, ordinary, boring Muggle maze.

"I'll have you know that I'm the finest hedge in the bunch!" It huffed.

There was no stopping it, Sirius let out a laugh. Was it because of the fact that Draco was actually talking back to it, or some other reason, is unclear. With his cover blown the teenager stepped out of his hiding spot. "Having a bit of trouble?" Was his innocent question.

"Excuse you," Draco retorted with an offended gasp, turning away from the hedge. There was really no reason he had to take that from shrubbery, especially not since he knew full well that he wasn't a man-child. He wasn't that old yet; he was allowed to have his moments.

And it wasn't that he couldn't find his way out, and more that he wasn't trying. It had been a pleasant walk, up until the point when the bushes started insulting him. Honestly. The nerve of some supposedly inanimate objects. Highly unnecessary.

Grey eyes snapped sharply over to Sirius, narrowing slightly in slight recognition that went otherwise unacknowledged. "No. It's hardly trouble."

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Sirius Black | Magical Wizard People (Marauder Era)

Sirius | Regulus

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