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( the test drive meme )

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the game opens, 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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[twowords]

What about all the students? [Even he sounds like he realizes that's a stupid question, but he has to ask it]

[Makes a face that shows he's trying hard not to be weirded out] Then I'll have to suggest you might want to have a meeting with the school counselor or rent some gory horror movies to get it out of your system. Only after I get to a safe distance though.

[wickedwe8weweave]

What about them? [She shoves her hands in her pocket as she pushes away from the pillar.]

Wow, you are like, super boring. [He's making trolling no fun.]

Al Swearengen | Deadwood | ...warning for foul language, I guess?

[halfprice]

Network - Video

I suppose, if I'm going to be teaching you hoodlums, I ought to at least get my face known around the place.

[Picture: One older gentleman, accent off the "gentle" despite the good suit he's standing in. He smiles in a way that's amused yet somehow already exasperated.]

Name's Al Swearengen. I'm going to hope some of you have already heard it, if only 'cause I've got a bar in the city any of you of legal drinking age or with a passable, forged ID ought to be blowing your money at. But here I'm gonna have the privilege [bone-dry sarcasm] of instructing some of you bright, young minds. Class subject: Street skills, and how to stay alive when your powers get fucked with.

So, make room on your schedules. Only don't sign up expecting to slack. I'll make you wish you just had that hairy, Canadian cocksucker you keep around here sticking his claws at you.

Action

[Al Swearengen has had some association with the X-Men over the years. Long association, even - as a minor adversary and an informant and, more recently, as something of a happenstance ally. But today's his first visit to the Institute since agreeing to tutor some of their students, and so he brings an expensive bottle of liquor along with his swagger into the faculty lounge.

Call it a getting-reacquainted gift. Even if it's only one he snagged from his club back in the city.]

Too early in the day?

[He says, brandishing the bottle.]

Or am I right in thinking that, with a student population like yours, times don't come around often when you'd want to pass this up?

[thought_takes_flight]

[Venom quietly entered the common room. He had just finished reading the required book his Literature class mid-term. It wasn't a terrible book, but it wasn't one he'd seek out for a pleasurable read. As he walked through the room, he spotted a young blonde reading on the couch. Something about the other boy intrigued him, but he wasn't quite sure why.

Still, far be it from him to disturb another's reading time. He put his book in his bag and continued forward, though he'd glance at the other boy every few moments.]

[gwanga]

y nt jus typ b

[gwanga]

-And yet he has an easier time with her quirk than the OTHER one.-

Well what about you?

[wickedwe8weweave]

8ecause fuck you, that's why.

[tippedscales]

WH4T 4BOUT M3?

[man_who_would_be_king]

[Naturally Dio took notice of this, but nothing he did showed it. He calmly turned to the next page.]

You keep looking at me. Why? Unlike you, I'm not a spectacle. [Calm and cool, no real emotion behind it.]

[action]

[vaudevil]

[Lee, an X-Man and also a veteran teacher, isn't too thrilled with this guy already. His hand is to his chin with his back to the wall while he watched this guy swagger into the lounge. Lee's eyes, narrow at first, silver and sharp, he's not willing to take that bottle of liquor as payment when he can purchase a bottle of the finest wines easily.

He doesn't care one way or the other, he simply lifts his hand in polite refusal. His voice is soft and smooth, melodic and clear, the music teacher, robotics engineer and stealth trainer isn't without his reasons.]

No, thank you. Your generous offer is best served with those that will take it more graciously than I. However, they are your students as well.

[action]

[halfprice]

I'll hold onto it, then. And wait for some of those more gracious types.

[He was about to plop the bottle down onto one of the lounge's tables, but now he slides it back under his arm instead. It rests against him when he takes up a chair.]

Me, I haven't seen the inside of a classroom here yet. Can't say I know much about the kids who'll be in'em, either, except that Xavier scraped them all together.

So, I think I'll wait a while on calling them "mine," too. If that won't start things off on the wrong foot between us.

[firedragonslayer]

Action

[Anyone passing through the courtyard might notice a young man, sprawled upon the ground before the entrance to the mansion. He shudders and wretches from where he lays, looking as if he were moments from losing his lunch, yet expending a great amount of effort to keep himself from doing so. Those who decide to venture closer might hear him muttering the same strained sentence between groans over and over--]

Never again... I swear I'll never get into a car ever again...

[action]

[vaudevil]

You do that.

[Lee is still watching him carefully and even though he hasn't outright said it, he's suspicious of this new teacher. His words scream bigot.]

Regardless of your reasons for being here, until I understand fully your intentions, you and I will be at odds. Your history with us has been long standing and not for the better until recently. Some call it turning over a new leaf. I hope that is true in your case.

[He lowers his chin, silver eyes locked on Al, he's not taking any chances with giving any false pretenses. He wants to make it clear that he's keeping a close watch on Al.]

[Network]

[vaudevil]

>>Yes.
>>At least you're talking...sort of.
>>Make sure that you don't get Caesar wet.
>>It's too cold.

[tippedscales]

SORT OF? >:?
TH1S 1S SO T4LK1NG
DONT WORRY H3 WONT
1 H4V3 4 J4CK3T 4ND MY C4P3!

[vaudevil]

[The sound of a sports car, specifically a Lotus Evora, pulls up the front of the school and stops about a good twenty feet away from the sprawled out boy. The car door opens and out steps a man head to toe in white and quite literally so. His face is pale, his eyes shielded behind dark sunglasses, he closes the door and runs toward the boy.]

Are you alright?

[action]

[halfprice]

Mmhm.

[Al's brow raises slowly. He briefly entertains an unconvincing smile, then decides even that's not worth the effort.]

Don't think for a second that my leaves are any fucking different than they've ever been.

That said, you want to burn your time trying to ferret out dark intentions that your head-reader Xavier hasn't been able to, you go the fuck ahead. My delicate feelings'll survive your staring and not having a drink on me.

[vaudevil]

>>Okay, okay.
>>True.
>>Good. I need to get a sweater on him.
>>:D Have fun slaying dragons, Redfang.

[tippedscales]

1TS R3DGL4R3!!! >:[

[action]

[vaudevil]

[His eyes narrowed just slightly and soon he lifted his chin. Xavier did have his reasons and many of them Lee hasn't agreed with from the beginning. This wasn't his school to make those kinds of decisions and now with his adoptive daughter in the school, he became even more protective than before since she has a very different way of seeing the world around her that others don't understand.

Lee isn't about to start a fight so he instead smiles congenially with a plaintive nod.]

I have no intentions of doing so. What agreement you and the Professor have come up with is between the two of you.

[He stepped forward slowly and leaned over one of the chairs.]

However, I am not so easily convinced. You can keep your drinks.

[vaudevil]

>>Oh, right. Derp.

[firedragonslayer]

[For a moment, Natsu failed to answer, the sound of another car having approached so closely nearly undoing all of his work to keep himself from being sick. His attention was drawn from his vehicular adversary when the voice of its owner reached his ears, Natsu lifting his head weakly to look upon the source.]

Can't move... Feels like I'm going to-- [He raises a hand to his mouth, his cheek bulging out as he crumples weakly against the tilted walkway beneath him.]

[tippedscales]

H3H3H3 YOU US3D D3RP

[vaudevil]

[With this, Lee steps back to give Natsu some air and those puffed cheeks made him wince internally. He's seen so many sick kids, his adoptive daughter, his young girlfriend, college frat parties gone wrong and so many other things that really makes a hard one to shake to such things. He carries dried ginger with him because of it.]

Don't hold it in. It'll only make it worse.

[vaudevil]

>>I had a good teacher.
>>What do you want for dinner and please don't say swamp beast?