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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!

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You are...

1. Lost in the temple
2. Trapped in a cloak room
3. Stargazing on a balcony
4. In the bathroom
5. In a bedroom
6. Swimming in a courtyard pool

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. You can only speak in rhyme
2. You are naked
3. You suddenly cannot verbally communicate
4. There’s a lot of alcohol/drugs here!
5. You are gender swapped
6. You have amnesia

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"Nah. All the same to me. I'll just appreciate the lovely view while it's here and be sad when it's gone." Izumo grinned cheerily at her, and held out his hands, standing up on tiptoe to reach the top of her head first. He didn't quite touch her, his hand hovering just over her skin, and he ran his hands over her, collecting the water as he went. It was a fun flashy trick and it was so practical. Izumo hummed a little cheerful tune under his breath as he worked.

"Besides," he added, as his hand passed over her hips and he crouched to reach her legs, "Boobs are meant to be appreciated. It would be rude of me not to. Yours are quite nice."

Joan laughed, actually laughed, at that comment.

"They are, are they? You must be rather stared for female attention. Mine breasts are hardly my best asset."

She knew full well what men thought of women and their bodies. It was one of the easiest, most reliable ways to distract a man or get something you wanted from them. She'd used it before and would certainly use it again before her career was over.

"No, that would be your wit and your smile. It's a pretty smile." Izumo beamed at her, agreeably, as he rose and turned to 'throw' his ball of water away. "But all boobs are excellent boobs and should be appreciated for their gloriousness." He paused, profile to her, and considered. "Well, man-boobs are not exactly my thing...unless they're trans, then they need to be appreciated too." He nodded, decisively, and turned to face her again.

"I mean, a damn good ass is fantastic and I'll always enjoy a good dick, but boobs hold a special place in my heart." He put a hand over his heart and chuckled. "They're just nice. And I like the way they move."

Joan actually wound up resting the heel of her hand against her forehead in mild frustration.

"I had suspected that you had certain tendencies toward that subject, but I hadn't quite realized how strong those tendencies were."

She shook her head mildly at him. That was definitely more information than she had wanted to know.

"Are you going to be one of those silly people who take offense to the fact that I'm bisexual?" Izumo wanted to know, hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans. He didn't think so. She seemed a very sensible lady.

Joan sighed and forced herself to take a calm, steady breath. There were very few times when she felt the need to hit her head against something or simply hit something (or someone). This was one of those times.

"For some reason that does not particularly surprise me."

"I didn't ask if you were surprised, I asked if you were going to be all offended. Or suddenly be rude. Or violent. You'd be surprised how many people get violent over such stupid things like sexual preferences. Honestly, it's nothing to fight over." Izumo sighed heavily, shaking his dark head ruefully.

"I would think my response provided you with that answer even if it was in a more roundabout way than you were hoping for."

She hadn't looked at him in disgust or turned and walked away. In fact, she hadn't even missed a beat or altered the way she was acting or talking at all.

Izumo shrugged at her. "I like to make sure. You would too, after being punched in the face as often as I've been." He steped back, theforwards, swaying on the water as effortlessly as he might on solid ground. He had an affinity for water, after all, and water-walking came more easily to him than some. "Well, now that I've got us outof the closet and dry, hw about a reward kiss? Or, you know, reward grope?" He grinned cheerily at her, teasingly. He knew the answer was no,but he liked to tease her. She got grumpy and exaserated but not dangerous. It was funny.

She tipped her head to the side and raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"And you're going to do that from what over there? And you really think you deserve a reward after covering me in whipped cream and then dropping me in a massive pool of water?"

That doesn't sound reward worthy to her. At least not really. There was still the possibility that she could have gotten herself out of the closet on her own after all.

Izumo beamed at her. "No, I'm going to ask from over here, then come get it when you say yes. And hey, I got you all cleaned up and dried off after, both times." He winked flirtily at her. "Never let it be said I don't take good care of my lady friends, Joan, especially after the fact."

He chuckled, and moved just a step closer, tipping his head in a playful manner, grin playing along his lips, visible eye bright with mischief. Joan was fun, witty and quick and acerbic, and Izumo liked that. Good company, good conversation, and delightfully easy to tease.

Joan let a small smile tug at her lips. A teasing glint danced in her eye, on that Arthur alone would likely recognize. Instead of answering his request for "payment" she took a step forward and rested a hand on his cheek. Without giving him enough time to truly think about the fact that he might actually get a reward, she leaned in and gently kissed his other cheek. It was a brief, soft butterfly kiss, but a kiss none-the-less.

Izumo held very, very still, eyes open, and watched her. He didn't move except to smile, still as a statue under her hand, water riplling softly under the influence of his chakra. A reward, and maybe she was teasing him - okay, definitely teasing, that was wicked little look she had - but he'd won a concession from her and it was a good, satisfying victory. She wouldn't have done that if she didn't at least like him a little, trust him at east a fraction, and that was enough.

Joan pulled away and turned her back on him. She couldn't resist walking a little more freely as she stepped away.

"Personally I would get off of that water before someone else decided to try and dunk you back in. Every good reward deserves a good punishment to go with it."

"Like you?" Izumo sniped, and scrambled out of the pool. He looked around the courtyard. High walls, evening sky, dark greenery and the fragrance of unseen blooms. It was dim twilight, a very soft kind of setting, and Izumo wandered after Joan, humming a littlewandering tune. "What now, oh mistress Joan?"

"Our objective hasn't exactly changed."

They were still attempting to "get out." It was simply the location that had shifted. She looked around to locate the nearest wall, though they all seemed equidistant from where they were. Choosing one at random, she started off. The ground beneath her feet was soft enough, but she still had to be aware of her surroundings so she didn't accidentally step on a rock.

"Of course I wouldn't mind adding finding a new pair of shoes into the plans. Eventually we could run into an area that isn't quite as conducive to bare feet."

"I suppose so. Too bad I don't have any shoes in my pocket." Izumo shrugged, and turned in a circle to examine their surroundings. "Hmm. That's the dor wecame from. Over there is a different one if you'd like to try it." He pointed.

Joan's eyes swiveled toward the door. Something like trying another door should be an easy decision, but it definitely didn't feel that way now. Every door they'd gone through had resulted in something unpleasant or at least surprising.

"On the condition that we assume something negative will be waiting for us behind it. Yes, we can try it."

If they were opening that door, Joan was going to treat it as a potentially hostile situation like she would on a field mission. Hopefully that would keep them a little safer. Or at least drier.

"Or we could lie here and stargaze, you know. Take a break for a bit." Izumo shrugged. "All we have is time right now, and it won't hurt to rest. Besides."

He pulled the whiskey bottle from his pocket and sloshed it at her with a grin. "I still have plenty to share."

Normally Joan never had time. On a typical day she juggled multiple large crisis and even more everyday occurrences. That was all on top of her usual paperwork. She rarely every took breaks. Here, however, the rules seemed to be different. She wasn't in her office at the DPD trying to protect the country from terrorist and arms dealers. She was... she didn't even know where.

She sighed and decided it wouldn't hurt anything to rest for a little bit. Of course she wasn't going to let him get off quite that easily.

"You had to grab whiskey, didn't you?"

"I like whiskey," Izumo countered, cheerily. "Though straight it is a little much. I prefer a good whiskey sour." He smirked at her. "What's your favorite drink, Miss Joan?" He looked around again, then headed for the edge of the courtyard. There was a low stone bench beside a flowering bush; it smelled vaguely like jasmine.

"White wine."

It was a major staple in her life. There home never ran out of white wine or scotch.

She followed him over to the bench and happily sat down. With the adrenaline that had been pumping through her since realizing they were trapped in a closet was now gone, she was starting to feel all of the exertion. A little rest would be nice to make sure her body actually did calm down.

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