THE CITY OF SIN: MODS (
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Test Drive 012
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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.cityofsin |
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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 Scenarios01. 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. 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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"Well, ain't you a doll?" He thanked her as he relieved her of one of the glasses she brought over.
He was sipping on the champagne when she took his question out of his mouth. So much for Dom having some answers then.
"Nah, this is day two. You got any theories about where we are or who's behind our impromptu, and mandatory, vacation?"
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It was more upsetting to find out he was as lost as her. She sighed, showing her irritation for the first time since she woke up in the wrong bed. "Fuck. Well, I figure this Emperor guy ought to know some stuff. That plus free food is why I'm here."
She took a large swallow o her champagne and looked around. "This place is weird."
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He downed the rest of the champagne, timing it so that he could pass off the empty glass just as one of the servers walked by.
"Care to take a peek at what he's got behind closed doors, chere? Who knows, we might even find somethin' useful."
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"Sure," She finished her champagne and put the glass back on the table. "It always pays to see a master in action." She'd stolen stuff in her time as a mercenary, but she knew that Remy was better at it than her. Maybe she'd pick up a trick or two along the way.
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"Saw a stairwell back here."
It wasn't incredibly obvious, but Remy had his suspicions that the beefy oversized man in the suit standing in front of the stairs with his arms crossed was likely there to keep people from going upstairs.
"Any ideas?" He had a few, but he was curious.
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"I was thinkin' something similar," He scans the crowd milling around, looking for anyone else who stood out like their friend here, "Or better yet, I'll take care of the distraction. You just be ready to slip upstairs."
He doesn't need to go into details, the fact that he was toying with a playing card that was starting to glow faintly was explanation enough. The charge was just enough to make a flashy, loud distraction as if someone had attempted to shoot off some fireworks inside. It did the trick nicely and the beefy guard immediately pushed his way through the party and over to where Remy had thrown the card, looking for the cause and culprit.
"Ladies first," He purred quietly, tilting his head toward the stairwell. He'd be close behind her.
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"What is in this place?" She wondered, kneeling on the poor guard's back.
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"Dunno," He did a quick scan of the hallways around them for other guards, but things looked clear for the moment, "Somethin' worth guardin'."
He gave her a roguish smirk, his eyes probably glinting with a little too much excitement and a mix of curiosity and mischief.
"Knock him out. I'll look for a place to stash him for now..." It wouldn't do them any good for someone to come find a knocked out guard while they were still in the building. He opened a few of the doors, most of which seemed to be ordinary, non-descript offices, "Any of these'll do."
He came back over, "You got his legs?"
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This was why she tended to wear her uniform everywhere back home. It sucked being caught off guard like this.
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"I wasn't gonna," He grunted as he lifted the man by his shoulders to lug him towards the door she'd picked, "We'll be long gone by the time he wakes up. Just don't want nobody to stumble across him in the meantime."
With another quiet grunt, they unceremonious shoved the unconscious man into the room.
"No cameras. 'Least none that I can see. These all look like offices. I say we head up a few floors and hope we run into something better."
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She started up the stairs again, looking out for any guards that might be on the stairwell. Her hand itched to draw her gun, but she wasn't here to kill anyone. It was as much a comfort as a weapon for her. A missing extension of her arm.
A couple floors up the study fire door had a window in it. Domino paused to examine it and saw two guards. She motioned to Remy that they ought to take this door. One guard was a precaution. Two guards probably meant something good lived here.
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He fell into step with her on the stairwell, climbing higher with silent efficiency.
Without a word, he paused when she slowed to look through the window, raising an eyebrow at her in silent communication. This floor would do, and there was obviously some reason she wasn't just going straight through the door. Likely a guard.
He raised one finger in question, then two, then three, wanting to know how many she'd spotted.