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

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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.