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🚕 TEST DRIVE 017

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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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Possible Scenarios
Please note that all characters will initially arrive in their assigned housing; they are free to explore the City to their heart's content after that!

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 churning 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 in the Tower District that spills out its doors in welcome. Obviously, this whole thing is weird and you don't know who your hosts are, 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 its 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 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? Villain.

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. Network: There's a network device in your pocket - or at least a familiar object that seems to work in mysterious ways. Perhaps you can take to that and ask for a bit of help? Or maybe you'd prefer to have a little fun with all of this. Surely someone will reply.

08. Wild Card:Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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See, and now he couldn't even properly appreciate and admire her soaking wet figure, because he was too bloody annoyed and confused. This was not how this little bet was supposed to go.

"You did something," he accuses, glaring at her through narrowed eyes. "I don't know how, and I don't know what, but I did not miss. You cheated."

And really, that's what irks him about all of this. It would be one thing if he'd missed, fair and square. He might have even purposefully put a little less effort into aiming the last one, just to bring a little interest and excitement into their game. But bringing cheating into this? That was just rude.

Edited 2019-01-13 02:55 (UTC)

Airy held up a finger. "I didn't technically cheat. It's your skills against mine. You can talk to me or tease me or try and distract me. It's all fair game as long as we're using our natural abilities." Her head canted curiously to the side and drops of water trailed down her exposed arm.

"Surely you can think of ways to distract me and get me to miss."

It was totally fair in her book.

"That was not distraction!" Lucifer complains. Except their little bet hadn't contained anything about not using...whatever it was that she'd just done. And try as he might, he can't think of any argument to use against her. And he's not happy about.

"But fine," he says, as he starts kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket. If he's going to end up dunked in the water, no reason to mess up all of his clothes, after all. "Never let it be said, Little Miss Cheater, that the Devil backs out of a deal."

And with that he climbs into the tank, arms folded and lounging casually on the seat as if he were casually sunbathing on the beach.

"Is Little Miss Cheater my new nickname?" She asked as he began to strip off the unneeded layers. She made sure that they were hanging nicely out of the way as he climbed into the tank. Airy also took a moment to admire his frame again though she was definitely looking forward to seeing him wet.

"Ready?" She didn't wait for his answer. She threw the first ball and it hit the target without difficulty. Airy was really good at these stupid carnival games and her aim had been improving ever since she started doing jobs with the Rooks.

"You do look good wet."

"Well if the shoe fits, darling," Lucifer drawls. Which means that yes. Yes that is her new nickname, and she's going to be stuck with it now.

He was all cool and seemingly above it all as he sat in the tank, waiting for her to make her throw. When it hits, he even manages to fall in a way that looks graceful...with only a little bit of uncoordinated flailing. (He will, of course, vehemently deny doing any flailing at all. The Devil does not flail.)

But when he emerges from the water, it's time for the full on Mr Darcy treatment. He purposefully comes out slowly, flicking his hair back and letting the water linger as it runs all over him. Then he leans with one hand against the glass, posing like he's in a raunchy photoshoot, and smirks right at her with an intend, predatory gaze.

"But of course," he purrs. "Did you ever doubt I would?" And then he's back on the seat, lounging like a porn star and reaching up to undo a few buttons when she takes her next shot.

Distracted yet, Airy?

"I have small feet." It was a pretty lame reply but Airy had no idea what else to say. She wasn't a cheater, not by the technical sense of the word, and wasn't the devil supposed to be the one that cheated?

All other considerations or thoughts vanished. Lucifer looked like he belonged on the set of a porn movie and Airy was staring. Damn it! She didn't want to stare at him but at the same time, he was very nice to look at.

She swallowed and cleared her throat. "I would never doubt you." That also sounded kind of lame but Airy didn't really care. She was kind of lame so it worked out. "So, this is your big plan? Strip? I've seen naked men before you know." Her recent antics made nudity a common thing but that didn't make Lucifer's display any less distracting.

"You're going to have to try harder than that." She turned towards the target, threw and somehow managed to hit it. "Oh I thought I was going to eat those words." Airy placed her hand over her chest. She could feel the pressure from their little 'game'.

"But you've never seen me," he says, still lounging. "I can assure you. I'm quite the experience."

And...there he goes, off into the tank again. He feels another flash of irritation under the water, but before he comes up he quickly hides it under languid smiles and long-limbed, enticing poses. He's turning the charm up to eleven, now, reeling her in. Or at least, he's trying to. The fact that she might be immune to his charms hasn't occured to him, especially since she seems like she's affected.

"How hard would you like me to try?" he purrs, leaning fully into the innuendo as he climbs back onto the seat. More buttons come undone, until his shirt is completely undone. For a moment his hand hovers above his belt...and then he stops. "Perhaps if you miss I'll show you a little more. A nice little consolation prize for you," he adds, with a smirk.

It was true that she hadn't seen Lucifer naked but working at a bar that also happened to be located beneath a brothel made it significantly easier to keep her focus. She wasn't uninterested in Lucifer, if they had met anywhere else she'd likely want to see his fingers flick that top button, but this was a bet and Airy's competitive nature far outweighed her the needs of her libido.

Bright blue eyes watched him with interest and then she turned towards the target and threw. Her aim stayed true and for the last time, Airy had sent Lucifer plummeting into the tank of water.

She was a little worried as he broke the surface this time. She had won and might have also made the devil angry with her. That probably wasn't the best situation to be in but if she survived Erik's anger, she can probably survive Lucifer's. "You alright?" She asked once he was out of the water and wouldn't have an issues hearing her.

Down he goes, right back into the water. This time, when he emerges there's no more enticing displays. He's lost this little bet, and he's most certainly more than a little irritated about it.

But as he comes out of the tank, there's nothing in his bearing or expression that suggests imminent violence. The Devil he may be, but he's not about to hurt her for the little trick she just pulled.

"A deal's a deal," he says through clenched teeth. "And while some people might like to bend the rules, my word is my bond. I...owe you a favour."

"You don't really like that do you?" Airy wondered if Lucifer had ever owed someone a favor before. "Um... how about something very simple? Then we can start with a clean state." She held up a finger. "And you have to stop saying that I'm a cheater." It was going to get on her nerves and she knew it.

"But why don't you come listen to me play sometime. I assume you don't hate bars?"

With a name like Lucifer, she assumed that he spent a lot of time around bars or strip clubs or parties or things like that.

"No, what I don't like is when someone pulls a favour out of me through underhanded tricks," he says, giving her an unimpressed look as he - ginerly, so as to not get them too wet - picks up his suit jacket and shoes. "And please. That's not a favour, that's a shameless attempt to perform an act of pity. You've gone to all this trouble to cheat a favour out of the Devil, darling. Don't tell me you don't have the imagination to use it."

He almost seems more insulted by the attempt to appease him by asking for a paltry, meaningless favour than he does by the fact that she swindled her way into getting in the first place, really.

Airy pinched at her shirt and gently tugged it so that the wet fabric wasn't rubbing against her skin. It would dry quickly enough but there was that awkward instance between being too wet and not dry enough that was going to turn her skin red.

"I have a question." She squinted at him. "Does anything make you happy? Either way, let's sidebar this whole favor thing because I really did just wanted you to hear me play and give me your thoughts. I play the violin at the Le Rideau Rouge which is a bar beneath a brothel."

She did not see anything wrong with her request. "Also, instead of calling me a cheater, you could just ask what I did?" And she would tell him but being called a cheater all the time was staring to wear on her nerves. "I didn't use any abilities that didn't already belong to me. It's also a game and you should lighten up after your little strip performance out there."

"Well we're quick to judge, aren't we? One little bet and you've already decided that nothing makes me happy?" Lucifer scoffs. "For your information there's many things that make me happy. Bars beneath brothel's being one of them, in fact." And now that leering grin is back. He's still clearly a little ticked off, but he's playing nice, all the same. Or at least, nice for the Devil. "You'll have to tell me more about this delicious workplace of yours."

Really, she doesn't need to use up a favour to get Lucifer to come visit. This bar sounds like his kind of place. He'd probably have ended up there soon enough, even without her mentioning it to him.

"And very well, if you're so keen to spill..." he adds, leaning and looking at her with an expression of mock attentiveness. "Tell me how you cheated."

He was incredibly exasperating. "I'm not assuming anything." Except that she had been but that's hardly the point she's trying to make.

Airy huffed and decided to focus on the fact that she was wet for a little bit. She ran her fingers through her hair and flicked heavy drops of water to the pavement before wiggling her shirt and pulling out what water she could. It wasn't something she could use her magic to solve. It was too close to her skin and it made it difficult to remember what it was like before her skin was damp.

"And I am not Keen. I'm just honest." She met Lucifer's gaze and had to resist the urge to stick out her tongue at him. Sometimes, it was very difficult to act like an adult. "I used a skill of mine. I actually don't know what it's called but I figured it'd be more effective than taking all my clothes off."

"But taking your clothes off would have been so much more enjoyable, wouldn't it? Both of us doing our little streapteases in the tank, seeing who can be the most deliciously distracting. Much more fun all around."

And yet, she'd gone with her idea instead. So dissapointing.

"Well that's not an explanation, is it? 'I used a skill of mine'," he says, looking exasperated. "You might as well be saying you did a 'thing', for all the illumation that statement provides."

Airy rolled her eyes at him. "I'd rather do a stripe tease in a more private place." She let her arms fall to her sides while her dark hair curled heavily around her cheeks in wet waves. Her eyebrow rose and for a half second, she just quietly stared at Lucifer.

Really, that's what he's going with.

"Okay. How should I explain then? I am able to make things. It's a weird ability I was born with and it is very much doing a thing. I think of something and I can make it happen. I thought of you missing. I didn't visualize anything specific but something happened." She paused thoughtfully. "I enjoy making little lights when I sing or play. Everyone assumes it's special effects or something and they're always fun."

That or bubbles. Airy really liked making bubbles because who didn't like bubbles?

"Well if that's what you desire, I'm sure that could arrange," Lucifer says, with a grin that suggest that yes, mutual strip-teases are most certainly on the table, if she wishes it.

Her explanation, however, has Lucifer looking a little dubious.

"...You make things," he says. "By thinking about it." Humans don't just make things. Not out of nothing, anyway.

Airy rolled her eyes at him. "Maybe later." It wasn't a no but there were other things she wanted to focus on right now.

"And yes. That is how it works." Her weight shifted awkwardly between her heels as she looked at the small fair around them. It was a good day for it though she felt a little uneasy beneath the quizzical weight of Lucifer's stare. "I don't... really know how it works. I was just born like this." Airy had toyed with the idea that she wasn't human but she didn't really want to believe that.

"I can tell you more but I'm not sure what you want to know."

"Ah, a rain check! Of course, of course," Lucifer says, nodding to himself. "Well just say when, and your desires can be fulfilled, Little Miss Cheater."

He seems to take it utterly for granted that she of course wants a sexy strip-tease from him. The idea that someone wouldn't doesn't even cross his mind.

"And humans aren't just born being able to make things out of nothing," he says. "That's not how you work."

"That's how I work." She countered, ignoring the strip tease remark. It wasn't an argument that she really wanted to have with him. Airy was fairly sure that his ego was big enough to fuel a hot air balloon around the world in 80 days and that combating his ego was a battle that should be avoided at all costs.

"And what do you mean you."

Airy pointed at him. "What about you? How do you work?"

"I mean you, as in you humans," he says. He gestures as well to all of the people around them, as if to say, see: humans. "I'm not one, of course."

"Well then maybe I'm not human." It hurt to say that out loud. Airy had a feeling that she was more than just a human with powers. She was something entirely different but she never wanted to be born this way. It felt like a cruel joke.

"So what are you? Oh, right." Airy shook her head. "Lucifer. The devil or angel."

"Well I'm the Devil, of course," he says with a big, wide grin. Then he pauses, and adds with a small shrug: "Well, and an angel too, if you want to be pedantic about it."

He did...presently still have his wings. But only presently. He would get rid of them again soon enough.

"I think out of the two of us, you're the pedantic one." Airy held up a finger to her lips, her bright blue eyes studying him curiously. "So what's that like anyway? Being the Devil. It sounds like it'd be tiring but I don't really know. My stories might not match up with yours."

She nodded her head down a row of stands and gestured for him to follow.

"Walk and explain. It'll help us dry off."

"Perhaps another time," he says. The what's it like being the Devil conversation isn't one he feels particularly keen to have at this moment. And not one that humans usually want, come to think of it. Lucifer's not sure to make of this one asking about it in the first place.

"I think I need to get back to the seedy little hotel room that's currently serving as my accommodations and get a change of clothes," he says, before adding in a leering grin. "Though if you'd like that strip tease, you are welcome to join me."

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