Test Drive Meme 010

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Test Drive Meme

Considering apping to the City of Sin, but unsure of who to bring or if they'll fit? Feel free to give the setting a test drive here! These are a perfect way of getting your playing sample done for the application.

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→ Comment with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting, with name and canon in the subject line
→ Choose a scenario or create your own!
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Possible Scenarios 01. A New Arrival: Hello, New Person! You seem to have found yourself on a sidewalk in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a stomach chruning feeling of being displaced. Thankfully, the streets are full of people - Watch out that you don't get mugged! 02. Demonic Presences: You were just minding your own business, weren't you? But that's always when bad things seem to happen, and the City of Sin isn't really that friendly. Whatever bar or street you're hanging out in suddenly go dim, filling the area with an unnerving feeling as the shadows on the walls jump out into reality. We suggest you phone a friend for help, or maybe try running? 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a massive, elegant party at the Tower that spills out its doors in welcome, by someone who calls themselves the Emperor. Obviously, that's weird, but maybe you can get some free drinks and food out of it! This place might not be so bad. 04. Prominence: The City of Sin influences it's population on a weekly basis. Too bad you came right smack dab in the middle of a heavy Prominence. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, or Pride. Choose your choice of sin and be wicked. 05. Trouble: Not everyone is sunshine and roses here. Some people are violent and cruel, raised in the sludge of a sinful city. And they like to pick on people they think can't fight back. Are you that person? Or are you the Hero who can't stand to watch? Worse yet, could you be the person doing the instigating? Villian. 06. Carnival: The City has carnivals or festivals now and then; you're lucky to catch one! With its open booths filled with cork gun games and funnel cakes, how can someone not have any fun! Go win your darling a stuffed animal, or meet someone new on the spinning cup ride. You might even see someone you know being talked into sitting in the Dunk Tank. 07. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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Newt Scamander | Fantastic Beasts/Potterverse

[mumshere]

Arrival

Apparition made a very particular sound, albeit one that could be easily mistaken for something else. A sudden, sharp whipping of fabric, or of something cracking. Many a Muggle hadn't thought twice about hearing the noise, so long as they hadn't actually seen a wizard appear in front of them.

If, on the other hand, you were a person who would recognize what Apparition sounded like... one had just happened around the corner in that alleyway.

Newt let out a hard sigh of relief, keeping his wand raised for another beat before putting it away and reaching into his coat. Pickett had retreated all the way in, even going so far as to burrow under the fabric of his vest. Newt gave the small, Bowtruckle-shaped lump a soft pat.

"There now," he murmured. "Safe as houses." As safe as houses could ever actually be. He supposed the simile was appropriate.

He stepped out of the alley to take a look around, looking wide-eyed and very, very lost.

[imaginationswoes]

Airy was walking down the street when she heard the loud crack echo from the alleyway. It wasn't a sound she was used too and she had to focus to stop herself from thinking of something weird. She paused and watched the alley as if expected to see a black four legged animal.

When it was a man she exhaled and visibly relaxed. Good. She thought. Then she realized that she was starting.

"I'm sorry. I'll get going, I was just curious." Alleyways and Airy had a weird history.

YEP.

[alphaophiuchi]

The sound of Apparition might have been mistakable for something else to Muggles, but not to a fellow wizard. Definitely not then. Draco, passing by the alleyway, stopped abruptly once he heard the crack of someone's arrival; he frowned slightly, wondering exactly who it was. It wasn't like he didn't know each of the wizardfolk around the City, after all, and a little company rarely went amiss.

But then a very unfamiliar face poked out from the alley, and he blinked at the man. He had a look about him - lost and bemused but sort of fascinated, at least - but also vaguely resembled someone who'd been in the City ages ago. And yet, not, all at the same time. There were differences, just as there were similarities, and after a moment, Draco passed it all off to the City having fun with far too many people.

"Are you new? Nice entrance."

[diana_abel]

There was a certain look to new arrivals. The City pulled in creatures from all different walks of life, but always, in the beginning, there was just a sort of...tell. Or maybe Diana just looked for it. What she was actually looking for, no one could know for certain. But nevertheless, when she saw that started, wide-eyed, innocent sort of expression, it called to her like a beacon.

Which is what brought her down off of the front steps of the fire department, where she was sitting, tuning her guitar.

She threw it over her shoulder as she approached the stranger. Correction: As she approached the adorable stranger.

...in, interesting clothing.

"Hey," she said. "You okay there?"

William "Penny" Adiyodi | The Magicians

[hearingvoices]

Arrival/Around the City

He was still getting the hang of traveling, he was no where near mastery, but he at least knew when the fuck he was planning to travel. He'd never done it without making an effort too. So how the fuck did he end up here? He didn't pay attention to the gift box or the room he woke up in. He instantly tried to get home only to end back up in the same fucking place.

"Damn it." He was trying not to be pissed since he didn't know where he was or exactly how to get back. It looked like a city but it didn't feel like anywhere he'd been on Earth. There were to many worlds to tell and he's only seen a fraction of them.

Penny walked around the streets trying to see if he could find someone. Most of them talked about the chosen which sounded like some sort of fucked up cult. It was too loud, he wanted them all to just shut the fuck up. He couldn't believe that he was stuck here so he went searching for something that might quiet the voices in his head; drugs.

[thegreatestproject]

It was easy enough to find dealers, if you knew what to look for. In fact, the drug business in the City was so booming that most dealers specialized — and a small number of them flat-out refused to trade in the most dangerous drug on the market. They saw it as prudent: making money was all well and good, until your clients started turning up dead.

A certain someone had made it his business to get acquainted with a few of these dealers. A certain someone who Penny wouldn't be able to read, since he'd been practicing guarding his thoughts for years.

"Until next time," Eliot was saying, as he turned away from today's dealer, slipping the bag into his inner jacket pocket... and coming face-to-face with a face he hadn't seen in months.

"...oh," was all he said at first, while he blinked, caught entirely off guard. "...hi."

[wellbredbitch]

Emma's head was silent in a sea of noise. She was also scanning the minds around her, but on purpose. She stopped when she made contact with Penny's. Another telepath. She gasped and looked around for him, then made a beeline toward him.

She was wearing a coat she'd lifted from a mugger over her stripper uniform, but her bare legs and platform heels still made her conspicuous. She marched over, remarkably graceless in her heels. "You! New guy!"

[diana_abel]

Although she had steady work at the library--and eternal board in Jack's closet, if she wanted--Diana still needed a creative outlet. A charitable one too. Busking was the logical solution for both needs. So every now and then, she would find a less disgusting street corner and set up shop, her guitar case open to accept donations, which would eventually go back to the local food shelter.

She never planned sets. She would play whatever struck her in the moment, anything from the Beatles to Sondheim.

Today, as it happened, she was in a Jefferson Starship sort of mood:

Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night

Where the mood had come from was anyone's guess, but Diana's voice was clear and bright and pretty, like birdsong in the middle of the night. And just maybe she'd amped up the Awe a little bit. Passers-by were strangely compelled to stop and listen to her, to drop a couple bucks in the guitar case on their way. Maybe that was cheating a little, but it was for a good cause. And it wasn't like she lacked the talent or charisma.

One particular face caught her attention, though, as she wrapped up the song. Mostly because she didn't recognize him. Also because he was good looking. She wondered if he was a new arrival. He had the look of being lost to him.

Rose Tyler | Doctor Who

[the_blaidd_drwg]

A New Arrival

The stars are going out. The first time she heard those words from one of the Torchwood technicians, Rose Tyler thought her heart might leap out of her chest. Those five words had increased their sense of urgency at completing the dimension cannon, and they'd worked round the clock to perfect their calculations and run all the tests they possibly could to ensure that she might make the journey in one piece. Because yes, she was the one risking her life to find the Doctor, and she wasn't hearing any arguments against that decision.

And she'd come so close. Meeting Donna Noble, helping to correct the decision that had made that parallel universe where the Doctor died under the Thames. She'd just pressed the handheld device that activated the dimension cannon to return her to Pete's World for one last time before hopefully finally reaching the right universe--

But this wasn't Torchwood. Reaching out to touch the brick of the buildings on either side of her in the alley, Rose frowned before turning to head out onto the street. This wasn't London, she could hear it in the voices of the people who passed her by. And it wasn't snowing in London. So where the hell was she?


Party Hard

The invitation had hinted at just how lavish the Emperor's party would be, but it still made Rose's jaw drop slightly. She was no stranger to elegant soiree's, thanks to Pete's many company and charity gatherings that the Tyler family attended, though this was a little... more than that.

Sipping at a glass of champagne, she moved through the crowd, her purple dress just the right shade of polished refinement to help her blend into the crowd while she listened to the conversations she was slipping through. Any information at all might be useful in uncovering the secrets of the City.

Party Hard

[thegreatestproject]

Eliot was always on the lookout for new faces. Not necessarily Chosen: any native who was new to the social scene was a new potential contact, a new potential client. He didn't know whether this woman was a native or not, but she was definitely new, and she stood out, moving through the crowd solo as she was.

He was holding his own half-finished glass of champagne when he approached her, looking every inch like he belonged here: a sport coat over a vest and patterned shirt, his tie tied in a trinity knot.

"You're new," he noted, offering her a charming smile and a hand to shake. "I'm Eliot."

Party Hard

[handymetacrisis]

Like Rose, the Doctor happened to be attending the party to gather information himself. Numerous influential Natives and Chosen would be in attendance and, after many drinks, would be susceptible to letting things spill. Just little snip its, but potentially valuable information.

He slipped through the crowd with a drink in his hand as well, wearing trainers with his tux as always, making idle chat here and there, and heading right in Rose's direction.

Emma Frost | Marvel Comics

[wellbredbitch]

Arrival/Trouble
Emma wasn't nearly as surprised the second time she found herself standing on the sidewalk of the City when she ought to be somewhere else. The only trouble was all the snow on the ground and her outfit. Working as a stripper had few perks, and the uniform was not one of them.

She shivered and hugged herself, looking around for shelter. Her cellphone and keycard were in her hand, but she didn't know exactly where she was in the City. "Ugh, fuck this place."

[futurephoenix]

Quentin was honestly just wandering around minding his own business. Alright, he was poking around in people's heads to find decent targets, making them wander of to the ATM, withdraw somewhere between twenty and a hundred dollars and then either give it to him in a place he'd found that avoided the surveillance cameras or set it down somewhere for someone else to pick up and then give to him. He was trying to mix things up, keep Erik and the cops off his back.

"Right?!" Wait. Passing stranger was likely not speaking to him or about the City. Or... maybe she was.

And whoa. "Shit, do you need a coat?" Without actually thinking, about 3 people closest to her all came to an unnatural halt and shrug out of their coats, offering them out to her robotically. Shit. He had not meant to do that.

[aces_and_eights]

Unimpressed.

That was always his response to this 'snow' thing, always has been. It didn't really bother him per se, but it was inconvenient as fuck. So he had found himself a suitable heavy duster and wore a flannel hoody under. The later currently pulled up over his head. He held his phone in one hand, scrolling through the network posts when he rounded the corner just in time for her eloquent assessment of what should be done to the City on certain level.

Ace recognized her immediately from their initial conversation on the network when he had first arrived. And honestly he frowned a bit of the state of her undress. Tucking the phone into his back pocket he then started to shrug out of the duster. Yes there was a bit of apprehension but the girl was in trouble.

"Emma, here." The coat spread to be placed over her shoulders if she wished. "Why in the hell are you out here like this?"

The tone not scolding but more questioning. After all, after his initial arrival the subsequent were less than dramatic. Much less in the equivalent of a speedo in a blizzard.

Adam Parrish | the Raven Cycle

[parrishing]

Trouble

Adam did his best, most days, to avoid trouble. Ronan didn't count; he was a decent sort of trouble, the sort that knew better than to get him involved in things that were too much for him. Besides that, he was a normal sort of trouble - he was teenage-boy trouble.

He was not mugger trouble, that was what the Narration was getting at.

So the fact that someone had crowded Adam into the wall was not something he was equipped to deal with, not really. He told them, time and again, his Southern accent getting more and more pronounced, that he had nothing, that he wasn't from here, that he didn't even have a damned jacket on him. The guy seemed to determined, though, and finally pulled a knife, lunging towards Adam's gut.

Something flared up between them, a shimmery gauze of a shield, brief as anything, and the knife caught in mid-air as though stuck in something else entirely, even when the mugger dropped his hand in shock, stepping back some.

[hearingvoices]

Penny had heard the muggers voice from a block away. He fucking hated hearing shit inside his head. It was none of his damn business but as he walked closer he found that it was more difficult to ignore. He remembered those girls screams and he could have sworn he'd heard them again.

Feeling incredibly pissed off he paused at the corner with the mugger, just in time to see the kid produce some sort of shield.

"Don't just fucking stand there, run." The hell was this kid thinking?

[wellbredbitch]

Emma heard the scuffle before she turned the corner. The alley wasn't nearly dark enough to obscure what was happening. The mugger backed up and Emma slipped up behind him in her ridiculous stripper heels, then belted him across the back of the head.

"Come with me," She said, not bothering to cover up her stupid lingerie. He was going to get an eyefull, but that wasn't really important in the moment. She'd seen him deflect the knife. He was like her. There were other mutants in the City, but they weren't handsome young men.

Thom | OC

[volucrine]

(1: arrival)
Thom didn't claim to know Galway like the back of his hand but he knew that giant looming tower was new. And he was alone. He'd seen the other lads step through the portal.

So far, he'd been lucky with portals. He'd never ended up in the wrong place, halfway around the world, or some fae dungeon. But wherever he was now, he didn't recognize it, and that didn't bode well.

"How's the craic? Weird question, but can you give me the name of this city?" Luckily, he'd been heading into Galway to pub crawl and club anyway, so he looked completely human, the Irish accent is more difficult to miss.


(7: around the city aka at the bar - feel free to reply with texts!!)
Naturally, Thom was trying to stay level headed and figure out what he needed to do to help himself, and everyone knew the best place to think was at the pub over a pint. Everyone. He was sat at the bar itself, working on a red ale, as he toyed with one of the free packs of cheap matches the bar gave out just to keep his other hand occupied. All the while he was staring down at the phone he'd found in his pocket. Yes, found. He'd had his own phone on him when he'd stepped through the portal. This was not it.

It took him half a glass before he decided to fiddle with his only real lead, this phone. Naturally, he went straight for the pictures. Nada. After that, however, he went to the contacts. A list of names and numbers. Alright, mass text it was.

(i found this phone. you friends with the lad it belongs to?)

Little does he know, he's on The City's network. His name will pop up for everyone as simply 'Thom'.

7

[parrishing]

I've never met the guy it belongs to, but from what I've gathered, it's probably yours if you found it on your person.

Adam had learned a few things earlier that day, after all, and most of them pointed to things being set up for them in advance. It was kind of creepy, actually. He supposed he couldn't complain that much, but it was weird. He wasn't sure what to make of any of it.

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock (BBC)

[everybody_shutup]

[Arrival - Few days after]

Well. Sherlock Holmes was definitely lost in more ways than the very definition of the word itself. Obviously, there was trouble grasping how he could have ended up there when he was technically stuck in his own mind, and now none of it mattered. Not really. Not when there was no way out. That was a forced fact no matter who he talked to.

So, it was all a waiting game now. Wait for more answers. Wait for whatever called him here to send him back. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Waiting led to boredom.

By day 3, Sherlock was positively vibrating with restlessness. There was nothing to do at his new flat. No Mrs Hudson. No tea. No food. None of his personal effects. But everything paled in comparison to not having John Watson.

In fact, that was the scariest part in all this.

Evening came and, after walking about the City, Sherlock settled into a fairly comfortable chair at a cafe with an expression that betrayed how he really felt.


[Wild card]

[It's sometime in the afternoon when a text displays on the network.]

Is there someone in this unbearably boring place that has a gun for sale? A cheap one preferably.

[2 minutes later]

Nothing too big. But not one of those pocket.. things.

[2 more minutes later]

#distractionineedone

Wild Card

[imaginationswoes]

How exactly is a gun a good distraction? It sounds like a good way to get hurt.

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

[neverjoinyou]

2

Luke is no stranger to bad feelings. So when the tension starts to rise, he puts it down to the Force, rather than some manifestation of the city. But either way, it's nothing to ignore. But he hasn't been there long enough to know what he should be looking for, and without his lightsaber, all he can do is reach out with his senses, both the standard and enhanced, and continue carefully down the street, not looking for a fight, but ready for one despite his unassuming presence.

3

Parties aren't really his thing. Emperors, even less so. And yet, the invitation is hard to ignore, even if he knows it's probably nothing to do with... well, his past.

So he finds himself lingering near the door, underdressed and unsure what exactly her was thinking in coming. If there's a fight, it's not here. And given the fact he knows no one and isn't practiced at mingling, it's doubtful he'll learn anything useful, either.

3

[diana_abel]

Parties, on the other hand, were really Diana's thing. She loved being around people. Breathing, vibrant people full of life. She liked to think that it rubbed off on her a little bit. And, of course, she loved any excuse she could get to get dolled up in a dress and have people comment on how pretty she was.

If National Geographic ever made a documentary about her, this would be a Diana Amelia Abel in her native environment.

And, of course, no National Geographic special was complete without the subject seeking out a mate.

Well, maybe that was a little much. Diana still wasn't quite ready to get back on that horse just yet. But she was definitely interested in seeking out a dance partner. Especially when the musicians started playing swing, which was her second favorite form of music...after every other form of music.

The people around her began to partner up. Not wanting to feel left out, she searched and searched until her lavender eyes caught sight of a cutie holding up the wall. With a grin and a flip of her hair, she made her way over. "Anyone on your dance card for this one?"

Blaine Anderson AU | Glee (kinda) City of Sin (mostly)

[offnote]

NETWORK

[He doesn't look like the same boy who disappeared. He's older to start with and his hair is wild and free. It curls around his head and seems content to just be rather than being tamed by pounds of raspberry scented gel. He has on a simple black jacket too, zipped up to his neck, rather than mixed patterns and a bow tie. He seems muted, almost, as if somewhere in the missing years he stopped caring about keeping up with his complicated grooming routine. He even has a thin layer of stubble over his chin.

He's quiet for a moment, as if he isn't sure what to say]

This is the part where people my therapist says are just figments of my imagination welcome me home.

[prefers_magneto]

Did you remember this place when you were gone?

[golden_lyre]

Not-So-New-Arrival

When Orpheus had woken up this morning, things were...different. He was not in the basement of the DCP house. He was not in any room he recognized, actually. And it was much, much nicer than anywhere he'd stayed in the last several decades, barring....

Well. He was deliberately not thinking about that. (Except...he couldn't feel Apollo today. Did that mean the god had finally cut him off entirely or that he'd...gone home? Didn't matter. Not thinking about it.)

When he left the building he found himself in (having gone through the contents of his welcome package with a wry amusement), he saw that he was, indeed, not in the city he'd fallen asleep in. Which meant he didn't have any job to get to. Which meant...

It was a good thing he had his guitar on his back this time around. It took him a bit of walking to get out of the corporate skyscrapers and glaring modern architecture of the Tower District, but he did eventually manage to find a park, where he settled himself at the base of a tree, guitar in lap, and began to play.

It began as a confused sort of jumble of emotions, loss and confusion, a hint of madness, a healthy dose of depression/addiction/loneliness.

Eventually, though, it settled into something wary but content.

It was, throughout, beautiful.

[asthedrivensnow]

Working is something that had to be borne, at first, and now it's something she simply does. But everyone takes breaks, and lunching at her desk is something Narcissa prefers not to do too often, especially on days where the weather plays along for a few hours.

She's walking through a park, brown paper lunch bag in bags, with the sort of understated elegant briskness that gets people out of her way but doesn't appear hurried when music catches her ear. Buskers are lovely, and this one is rather good - enough that she alters her path to find the source and hopefully a bench near it.

Imagine her surprise when she sees just who is playing that guitar.

"...Orpheus?"

Surely not. She's dreaming. Overwork has affected her brain.

Margo Hanson | The Magicians

[ibiza]

It was a dizzying sensation. One second Margo was walking a hallway inside of Castle Whitespire, the next her haute couture heels were clicking against a cement sidewalk. Her eyebrows instantly wrinkled as her defenses went up. Obviously this was magic of some kind. She hadn’t used the button, but somehow she’d been transported to a place that very clearly was not Fillory.

“…the fuck?” She muttered under her breath. There was small comfort in the fact that this wasn’t some deserted, dystopian landscape. People were actually walking the sidewalk with her. Margo took pause to side-eye some of them even though it was her that stood out like a sore thumb with her crown settled right where it belonged on her head.

“Hey!” Margo stopped a passerby in their tracks, grabbing them by the arm in a way that was uncharacteristically gentle for her mood. “What is this place and how am I supposed to get back where I belong?”

[prefers_magneto]

Erik was startled by someone grabbing him. People didn't grab him. They fucking knew better.

She might have felt her crown tighten a little on her head as he reacted instinctively to the assault. Then he stopped himself, realizing what he was dealing with.

"Oh." She was new. She'd feel the crown relax. "You can't leave. Until the City lets you go." He pulled his arm out of her grip and tugged his jacket down.

Quentin Coldwater | The Magicians

[filloryfan]

Arrival

"No no no..." Quentin muttered to himself, as he checked all over and all through his messenger bag and darted his eyes around the City. "This is definitely not 1942. Fuck." Great. They'd messed up again and now Jules was gone, and there was no way he'd make it to Fillory.

He rubbed his face, brushed his hair back behind his ear, and sighed deeply. He'd just...have to figure out where he was. And try again from here.


Party Hard

Why had he come here? Really, what did he think he was going to manage at this party? Maybe he just expected to drink, and that- that he was managing. He stood in a corner and rolled a coin in his fingers, occasionally watching the proceedings, but mostly just wishing he was back home.

He was at least dressed up fairly nice, looking far more put together than he actually felt. If only he wasn't hunching his shoulders and leaning against the wall, someone might actually think he'd wanted to talk to people.


Trouble

"Look man, you've got to leave me alone, okay?" One of the locals was very curious about the book he'd been reading, and everyone else that was nearby had mysteriously vacated the area. Quentin was not very optimistic about his chances here.

"Look," he repeated, speaking more quietly so the guy would have to stop tugging on the book to hear. "I'm a trained Magician and I know battle magic, so how about you just-" And the tugging resumed.

Unfortunately, battle magic (and most magic, really) required the use of his hands, and he wasn't going to let go of the book to do it. So Quentin could be found ineffectively kicking at the young local guy who had somehow grown as fixated with his book as he was.

Trouble

[asksalotofquestions]

The man suddenly let go of the book as a big wad of his hair was tugged backwards with invisible force. It threw him off balance and when Julia let him go he fell backwards onto the pavement.

She wasn't intending to look like a badass, it just kind of came naturally at this point. Personal hygene hadn't been a big priority recently and cigarettes just make you look badass.

She put her two hands together and did another series of gestures, and the ground started to rumble and crack below the group accosting Quentin. When she was sure that they were getting the hint that she was causing it, she dropped the spell and gestured at them dismissively.

"Shoo."

She took a drag from her cigarette, not quite looking at Quentin. She didn't know exactly what to say to him.

Julia Wicker | also The Magicians

[asksalotofquestions]

[Arrival]

Julia was so disoriented just from... from life that she didn't even care that she seemed to be in a new place. Nothing was reliable, nothing made sense, why would it suddenly start now?

Fuck it, she's just gonna sit here and smoke a cigarette. She's not even going to start thinking of what the fuck she's gonna do next until it's burned all the way out.


[Demonic Presences]

[ No. No no no. Was it him? ]

Someone, anyone, please. I can't-

[ A scream, and frantic footsteps. ]


[Carnival]

You can ask Julia. She can tell you how to go to a carnival and not have fun. It mostly involves sitting in the dark alone. She'd come thinking maybe she could have fun, but its not working out super well. Maybe someone can turn it around for her.

Demonic Presences (hey-ooh, this is Eliot's player with their other character!)

[littlepeoplefight]

After a few frantic moments of trying to escape from the demons, Julia will hear one of them let out an inhuman squeal. If she turns to look, it'll be just in time to see the creature dissolve into strands of shadow. Behind where it used to stand is a tallish woman with pointed ears, choppy blonde hair, and a challenge in her eyes -- made all the more intense by the fact that her clothes are, currently, on fire.

She doesn't seem to mind much about the fire, or the tendril of shadow that's extending from one of the other demons to swipe at her head. Sera ducks, and slams first one dagger, then another, into the demon's side.

"Eat it!" she exclaims -- just before the other remaining demon rushes at her from the side, knocking her from her feet and aiming to pin her against the wall. Sera lets out a grunt -- startled, but not defeated yet.