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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. In the Serpent's Head (aka the pub)
2. In the candidate house kitchen
3. At a city-wide parade!
4. In the bathroom
5. Your bedroom
6. Someone else’s bedroom

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. Seriously horny. Must be something in the water.

Somewhat unusually...

1. There is a fight breaking out nearby
2. You are naked
3. You suddenly cannot verbally communicate
4. There’s a lot of alcohol/drugs here!
5. There is a box of adorable kittens here
6. There is a dead body on the floor

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This is what she got for trying alcohol the pink colour of bubble gum with bubbles that spark green as you drink it. She shouldn’t be surprised, though. They have everything ELSE in Thurisaz. Why not booze that makes you horny? Yes, it’s been a while since she's gotten laid, but this is fucking ridiculous and she refuses to give into the desire to take someone home (for certain quantities of home, of course) with her.

She will, however, be going out to the park later and venting every bit of this frustration through sword practice and gymnastics. She’d run herself ragged if she had to. Eventually the effect had to pass.

For now, though, she’s going to contemplate the box of kittens sitting on a corner of the bar and attempt to figure out who in their right fucking mind would bring a box of kittens to a bar. It’s as good a distraction as any.

Naturally after figuring out what was going on and getting a bit of a feel for the place, Gabriel's first move would be to go to the pub. Alcohol rarely has much effect on him, but it's usually worth a shot - besides, it's a good way to meet people. Or, in this case, kittens. He can't say he has even the faintest clue why they're there, either. He's always had a giant soft spot for animals, though - probably why he'd been the archangel to fall the most for the humans - so for once in his life he gravitates towards them instead of towards the drunks. Plus there's a girl standing by them, which doubles their appeal.

"Cute, huh?" He gestures to the box of kittens. "I'm more of a dog person really, but at the risk of losing macho points, kittens always get me."

Zoey smirks up at him, reaching into the box to scritch one of the kittens (a splotchy, golden fellow with a nicked ear) behind the ear. It purrs and nudges her hands with its nose.

“Very. Still trying to figure out what the hell they’re doing here, though. Not exactly the most... kitten-friendly of surroundings.” It’s better than that grotty little pub she’d started the bar fight in, though. At his comment about macho points her smirk shifts, becoming positively impish. “Oh, I don’t know...” she muses, eyeing him thoughtfully for a moment. “I don’t think there’s any risk of you losing those points because you like kittens.”

The kitten’s attempting to scale her arm now, and she scoops the little bastard out of the box. She takes it back; kittens are a very good distraction.

"Well, yeah, it seems kinda thoughtless of them. Do you know how many kittens struggle with addiction? The bar's no place for these fluffy little critters."

He watches her play with the kitten, hands tucked into his pockets, the picture of amused nonchalance. It's largely a front, of course - he kind of wants to pick one up himself, but jokes about macho points aside, he'd probably end up sitting by the box and snuggling kittens all night. And that would do his badass reputation no good at all.

"If you're implying I have no macho points to lose, kiddo, I gotta say I'm kind of offended. If I had a glove I might have to slap you with it - challenge you to a duel for my honour."

Zoey laughs, giving the kitten in her hands an absent-minded cuddle. It meows and bats at her hand. “The kitten AA meetings are brutal. Adorable. But brutal.”

She’s grinning now, all amusement and wry humour. “I WAS implying that I thought it’d be the opposite and maybe even gain you some points.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “We can duel, though, if you’d like.”

"It's sad, really. So lost and so young."

He tuts, sympathetically. This is how you can tell he's kidding (as if the whole addict kitten spiel wasn't obvious in itself): he's almost never sincerely sympathetic.

"Oh, no need. You'd probably beat me anyway, and that? That would definitely lose me points."

“It’s a hard life, being an alcohol addicted kitten. And then they grow up to be the accessory of a Bond villain.”

The bartender comes by, refilling her drink before Zoey can say anything. Leaving her staring at a full glass of bubblegum pink alcohol. Son of a... She sighs and takes a drink. Why the fuck not? It’s not like she’s going to be any less horny any time soon, anyway. And, side effects aside, it’s rather tasty.

She glances at him sideways with a smirk. “Machismo couldn’t handle being beaten by a girl?” Figuring that she might as well have a little fun, she slides closer. “I’d go gentle on you.” Tilting her head and studying the man beside her thoughtfully she adds, “Although I suspect you’d acquit yourself nicely.”

Actually, she suspects there’s far more to him than meets the eye. She can’t say WHAT, or WHY... but the suspicion is there none-the-less.

"Tragic, really. Somebody oughtta start a non-profit."

He gives her drink a curious look - bubblegum pink alcohol looks like his kind of thing, to be honest - but doesn't say anything. There's no point in him drinking anyway, given that it'd take a whole liquor store to have an effect on him.

"Oh, I can just about handle myself. Nothing special, though." There's a hint of a smirk there, but given that she wouldn't know he'd ever been a soldier, it might not be evident why that's amusing at all. "So if you'd hypothetically go easy and not beat me too badly, I'd be real grateful."

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