Test Drive Meme 008

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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
→ Tag around

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, filing 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 it's 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 it's 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!

Comments

[advanced]

Bucky is running on instinct now.

He hasn't had a fight in a long time now, he tries to keep his head down and avoid conflict where possible. It's not always something he can manage, trouble always seems to find him in the end and a fight sometimes seems inevitable, but he's been doing his best. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, he doesn't want to be a weapon any more.

But someone else threw the first move, and now he's reacting wholly on instinct, adrenaline coursing through his body as he scans for other attackers. Unfortunately, that seems to include Rhys who is approaching him with the wary stance of someone who knows how to fight. So he doesn't hesitate, pivoting on his right foot to spin and lash out with his gloved metal hand, trying to catch his new assailant upside the head.

[sleight_of_fate]

This isn't a bar fight, this is someone who seriously wants to hurt him, and Rhys doesn't have nearly enough skill to deal with that. All he can do is dodge backwards, away from the blow with supernatural reflexes, and keep moving out of Bucky's reach.

That whole thing about how someone only needs to be within twenty feet of you with a knife to be a threat is very true, especially since Bucky is bigger, stronger, and far better trained.

"What the hell, man." Rhys holds his hands up to defend himself, but he's not helpless. Not completely. He reaches out with his powers, sensing Bucky's weird aura (too much metal, too much weird and goes for his first defensive reflex: legs. It's a trick he's done before, and it's almost a normal reflex for him to seize Bucky's leg muscles and try to force them to lock, to temporarily paralyze them and stop the fight there.

[advanced]

Bucky feels his legs seize up completely unnaturally and it just heightens his panic. Something has hold of him, something not of normal human origin, and he doesn't know exactly how to fight it. He knows people exist with weird powers, he's done research on Wanda and Vision since they joined the Avengers. Not to mention aliens like Thor and Loki.

He wrenches against the trap on his legs and he feels it almost give, but he just can't quite get himself to move. The rest of his body is still under his control, though, so swift as lightning he's moving onto his next mode of attack. One hand snakes into his waistband and pulls out a revolver, aiming and firing all in the space of a couple of seconds.

He's not going for a kill shot, his aim is towards this stranger's kneecaps.

[sleight_of_fate]

KNeecaps are still important and Rhys has a moment of frozen horror as the gun comes out and things happen.

Getting shot is never quite like the movies. He moves but not quite fast enough. The shot takes him a little above the knee, and it's like getting hit with a sledgehammer, and he stays on his feet before stumbling back against the nearest lightpost. He thinks his tattoo took some of it. He's not sure. He can't check, because now there's a gun and holy shit, this escalated, and someone's going to die if he doesn't figure out a way to stop this.

No more playing games. It's not a street fight, and Bucky still has the option of putting one between his eyes.

That makes his choice simple. Not easy, but simple, and he already knows his powers work. So he can lash out again, but this time, with killing intent. Into delicate things, the tangle of nerves and blood vessels and oh-so-fragile connections in Bucky's brain, bunch up both hands like gathering yarn, and pull. One last ferocious attack before the shock of being hurt hits him, and no matter what the result he's sure it won't be pretty.

[advanced]

The problem with Bucky's brain is that is had been messed with more than once already. He had already had the delicate pathways of neurons attacked over and over by HYDRA, he had been wiped multiple times and then struggled to recover who he was. So the attack by Rhys was pulling on already damaged material.

Pain blossomed behind his right eye and quickly spread across the rest of his head. His thoughts became a disjointed mess, a wash of red mist and an instinct just to survive. He bellowed in agony and a refusal to yield. Blood trickled from his nose, but he didn't fall, he didn't succumb. He fought through it to fire again.

This time it was no compromised shot, he wasn't aiming to incapacitate, he was aiming to kill.

[sleight_of_fate]

Rhys isn't happy about what he had to do to protect his life. He's even less happy when he sees the gun come up anyway and realizes he's still fucked. Bucky is messed up and that screws up his aim but that's still not enough and Rhys is moving but that's not enough either. He sees the gun but not the bullet and the bang comes after he feels the impact. Center mass is not a hard mark to hit, and Rhys takes the bullet low in the chest...but still high enough to be a critical threat.

This time he does hit the pavement and it's not fatal, not right away, but it's still bad. He has enough presence of mind to give a last stab at taking Bucky down, too, trying pull something to twist or break, and then everything else happens and he's done. His entire body seizes and locks with the pain and all thoughts of fighting go out the window, replaced withI have been shot. I have been shot in the chest.

Maybe he's seen some rough things, but most of the time, he's still just a bartender.

"Was just trying to help." It's probably gonna be on his tombstone. He reaches under his coat to realize that the cold feeling is blood, there is a weird wheezing sound coming with his words, and he tastes copper in his mouth. Oh God damn that is a lung. It wasn't a perfect shot but they might just both wind up dead anyway. How very OK Corral. Or Hamlet.