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Throne of Shadows NPCs ([personal profile] shadow_npcs) wrote in [community profile] outofshadows2014-03-07 10:43 am
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Test Drive Meme

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!

Scenario Builder

You are (find the setting information here)...

1. Trapped by a giant Venus fly trap! Oh no!
2. Watching the evening light show at the beach
3. Admiring the magical castle the candidates have created in the meadow
4. Lost the desert, near the pixie dust canyon
5. Freezing your buns off on the tundra
6. Up high in the mountains and unsure how to get back down

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 area 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 air
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?
belovedone: (so i might just become someone)

Frigga | Marvel (films)

[personal profile] belovedone 2014-03-07 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The last she remembered was being in a very tense situation -- and now she was here. Wherever 'here' was. It didn't appear to be Valhalla, so obviously something else was amiss. She took careful steps, looking around curiously.

At least that was her intention until she felt a twinge in her side. Looking down she could see the blood flowing freshly from her wound.

"Oh," she remembered out loud, her voice faint and carrying a distant tremor of shock.
asgard_trickster: (intense)

[personal profile] asgard_trickster 2014-03-07 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He stepped out of the shadows, equally disoriented and more wary, but that hardly mattered when he glimpsed her. They'd just had one of their conversations in his cell. He knew they were forbidden by Odin, but she'd found a loophole. He had to learn the art somewhere.

He frowned as he noticed the wound, the anger that had been brought to the forefront to cover all his despair surfacing. Anger let him stay strong; despair was weak and sentimental. Vulnerable.

"What happened to you?" He demanded. Because someone would pay; it was clear on his face.
belovedone: (she asked me son)

[personal profile] belovedone 2014-03-10 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
The shock and nature of her injury played games with her senses, and it felt like time was moving slowly as she lifted her head to follow the source of the voice.

She blinked, dreamlike, but despite the lack of her focus in the now her smile was wide and bright when she saw him.

"Loki..." She reached a hand out to her son, overjoyed to be in the same physical space as him for once, regardless of the circumstances. "How did you get here?"
asgard_trickster: (imprisoned)

[personal profile] asgard_trickster 2014-03-10 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know." He stepped closer and pressed a hand over the wound. The thick, sticky warmth certainly felt real. "I was in my cell. Then here. We just talked." Too much concern on his face and he hardened it back to stone. "What happened?"
belovedone: (and when your father)

[personal profile] belovedone 2014-03-10 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
She puts one hand over his, grasping his wrist. The other goes to her forehead. She hadn't realized she was sweating.

"I was attempting to hide the mortal, Jane Foster." She paused, murmuring, trying to recollect things better. "Malekith. And, one of the Kursed, I think."
Edited 2014-03-10 14:07 (UTC)
asgard_trickster: (intense)

[personal profile] asgard_trickster 2014-03-12 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
His expression hardened. "Thor's mortal." And the Kursed. Weren't they a myth? "Why? Shouldn't my esteemed brother be protecting his own...pet?" Loki spit.

He glanced around, not able to keep all of the frantic worry from his face. She never bought his facades anyway. His voice is softer when he adds "Mother, you need to sit."