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( the test drive meme )

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

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[byeontae_geomi]

Coulda fooled me.

[mindwiped]

I don't wear a jockstrap for kicks, Juri.

—wait, no, I do wear a jockstrap if I get kicked there. [ Awkward smile. ]

[byeontae_geomi]

-And she just laughs.- Alright, alright, let's go find your pooch, Prince.

[Action]

[jolie_aile]

Just a minute—[was that French she heard? It sounded like it. Or at least an accent of it]—un moment!

[There's the sound of something rattling and ringing about, like whoever was inside was wrestling with some kind of giant windchime. Eventually there's just a mutter, the windchime noises stop, the door opens, and—

—oh. Someone she actually had to look up to see all the way. At 5'10'', Flandre tended to make family gatherings awkward whenever her (shorter) older sister was involved. And his face, goodness.

So distracted was she by the scars that she didn't pick up much.]

—your dog...?

[Flandre assumed it was this strange fellow's dog. Or maybe a relative's, or a friend's.]

( Action )

[mindwiped]

[ Abel always hunches, both to give people an easier time and not to smack his forehead on the top of doors. But the way she's staring at his face—the way everyone does—makes him, as always, uncomfortable, so he straightens up, falling into polite but distant tones. ] My dog. [ In French, he still has an accent, but the Provençal accent that marks him as a Southerner, not a foreigner. ] She's white. Fluffy. Great Pyrenees Mix.

[mindwiped]

Prince? [ He throws his hands up in the air. ] Why can't you just call me 'Abel'?

[mindwiped]

He smiles softly, happy that someone agrees. It's such a small thing, but when most people treat you like a freak, even minor acts of grace are welcomed.

The fate of his puppy goes to the back burner of his mind as he loses himself into the song, following the lyrics, realizing he's read them somewhere before. "It's a poem, isn't it? What you're singing."

"It's familiar. It's beautiful."

[hipsterbane]

She nodded. Even though he'd come to her all flustered, she found herself relaxing. He gave off the same aura of calm as Nemu, even though he was at least two of her in size.

"I think it is. It's just something I remember." She was surprised she'd never googled it before, to tell the truth. She knew she didn't speak French, so knowing it was all the odder. But then since she didn't know anything past around her fourteenth year anyway...

"How do you say 'come here, little one'?"

[Network]

[hipsterbane]

Ooh, a mysterious gunslinger...Anyone who finds out what he really does gets a jar of salsa that may or may not have been made in New York City. Oh, and extra credit.

[mindwiped]

"It is. I remember reading it." He relaxes, hunching slightly, lowering his guard. For someone who fights every day, it's a meaningful gesture, an opening he doesn't give to many.

"Wait, you don't even know what it means?" She didn't have much of an accent when she sang it. "Not a lot of people sing songs in foreign languages." He only hums them, French or English. "Tu veins ici, ma petite." Abel stops, shaking his head. "I think we're wasting our time, though. I should go get a piece of steak. She'll come running then."

[hipsterbane]

She called that into the hallways but heard no sound of approaching pitter pattering puppy feet.

"All I recognize in it are 'grapes', 'wine' and 'kisses', so i'm guessing it's some kind of love song. I don't remember anything past seven years ago and I knew it then."

She removed her phone and began paging through her contacts for Apollo. She hated to rely on her students for favors but when it was a fluffy great pyrenees puppy at steak...stake, she thought she could be forgiven.

[mindwiped]

Abel goes wide-eyed, sudden interest obvious. "You're an amnesiac too!?" So interested, in fact, he forgets to keep his voice down. He scratches at the back of his neck, embarrassed, falling into whispers. "Sorry, it's just...I don't have any memories either."

( Action )

[jolie_aile]

[Was that a circumflex mark? No, maybe she was looking at that one wrong, and—oh, dear. She was being quite rude.

Flandre replies in the same language, after a moment of startled blinking.]

Lost? I thought I saw something white out of the window earlier, but I thought it was my roommate going by. She has some white on the end of her tails.

[...Flan try to stay on topic here.]

[onlyafleshwound]

[Before Nana opens the door, there's a bit of a telepathic poke as the diclonius tries to figure out who it is. She frowns a little when she doesn't, but goes to open the door anyway.

And almost has to bend her spine so far backwards she might fall over just to see his face.

As small as she was, though, the scars don't seem to startle her too much. Just made Nana feel a bit sad. They're just like the ones hidden under her shirt; did he know what it was like, too?

—wait what was he talking about.]

A creature?

[byeontae_geomi]

Because that's boring.

( Action )

[mindwiped]

[ Okay, this is too much. Abel turns, faces the wall, sighing. Like the freak of nature he is, people won't stop staring at him, but that doesn't mean he has to take it. ] Thanks for your help. I'll go look for her now. [ He starts to walk away, a single stride covering about a meter. ]

[mindwiped]

[ Abel sighs, sagging. ] Why do you get your kicks out of bothering people? Were you bullied in high school? A nerd girl?

I don't get it. [ He nudges the floor with the tip of his toe. He should've worn shoes. His feet are filthy. ]

[mindwiped]

[ He's about to respond to her question, but he's understandably distracted by...

...her ears. ] Woah, they're so cute! [ He makes a small noise of delight that seems ill-fitting on someone as large as him. ] Hey...would it be okay if I touched your ears?

[growing_pains]

[ You want to talk tall? Abel just knocked on a door that was a good bit taller and wider than the rest in the girl's dorm. And the person who opens it will be the answer as to why it had to be cut the way it did. ]

What's that? [ Yuugi ducks her head so her horn doesn't catch on the top frame (which has a few scratches to show that it's happened before. lots of times). She gives the new face a curious look. ]

[mindwiped]

[ Now, if all doors of the world were made like this, Abel wouldn't have a scar across his forehead, kept covered by the lock of hair that hangs down—at this point, hitting his head on the top of doors is a tradition.

It's a very nice door, and he's admiring its spacious nature when a woman with a horn (oh, he wants to touch it!) comes out.

And she's tall, only a couple of centimeters shorter than he is! And she's built like a brickhouse too! Mon dieu, this is great! ] Umm... [ Words, right. In English, preferably. ] ...I'm looking for a puppy. White, fluffy. Great Pyrenees mix.

[hipsterbane]

She looked him over once more for signs of wings. Nope, he wasn't a Haibane. His excitement at finally finding someone like him was funny and a little sad.

Reki nodded. "Mmhmm." She opened the door to the grounds, thinking the puppy might have gotten out. It was a somewhat less chilly day, anemic sunlight struggling to get the feeling of spring through. "All I have are skills and knowledge, but no personal memories past that point. How far back is it for you?"

[growing_pains]

[ It isn't often that she can look eye-to-eye with someone, and her grin expands when she realizes that she's not ducking down, looking down, and he's not standing on his toes or a box.

Hey, and those are some pretty bitchin' scars, too. The only thing Yuugi has to show for all her battle damage is a gold star on her horn.

Literally. It's a sticker. The old one used to say "you tried" but it came off in the shower. ] Great Pirawhat? [ Just like that, her expression falls a bit. She is not so good with words, sometimes. ]

[onlyafleshwound]

Nana's...ears?

[Her hands go up to her normal human ears at first before her brain catches up with the rest of the thought process.]

—oh! Um. Well...yes, you can, but they're not so soft. They're horns.

[Really an understandable misunderstanding, though. People asked that at home all the time. And what an odd noise he made! Surely he couldn't be bad, even if he was almost three times bigger than her. Nana relaxed somewhat, despite the question.]

( Action )

[jolie_aile]

[—oh dammit now look what you did, Flandre. She half lurches out of the doorway after him, stopping only awkwardly. That weird windchime noise rattles again, as one of those funny wings she wore on her back extended to catch herself on the doorway like a rather strange looking hand. A few of the crystals even seem to behave like fingers still attached to a proper bat wing.

But there's only one poking out of her dress; the second wing was currently detached and what she was fiddling with to begin with.]

Wait—I'm sorry! That was rude, and—I didn't get your name. I'll help you; I didn't mean to stare so. I'm sorry!

[Flandre's words all tumbled out in a somewhat awkward jumble. Her mother made sure to teach her good manners, but she tended to fumble the actual application of them sometimes. More than sometimes. Isolation tended to upend things.]

[byeontae_geomi]

I was actually pretty popular in school. I was on TV all the time.