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January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!


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Reserves open 01/27/2024 @ 12:00 AM EST
Reserves close 01/31/2024 @ 11:59 PM EST


Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Our Test Drive Memes are considered game canon and are open to current players and prospective new players alike! It is completely optional to keep your TDM threads as canon to your character's experience in the game, so feel free to play around and enjoy the flexibility before applying!

All TDM threads can be used for samples for your application and activity proofs.

All TDMs come with an additional greeting message from Daisy in addition to her typical Welcome Message. This is her message for newbies for this month:
"Hi there, Sweet Subjects! Congratulations on being the Very First Batch! That also means you're the first friends I've made for this whole project! Isn't that exciting?

Unfortunately, I have to already apologize to you. You see, I wasn't expecting you quite so soon! My math was a little off and well...There are a few kinks in the system I'm working out. But don't worry! I'll take care of everything. You can trust me. After all, we are friends, and it would be very rude to not trust your friends!

Why don't you just stay inside this little house while I fix things up? You'll be safe! P̴̥̾̉r̸̢̋́̓̀̏ó̵̧͖̈́̏̋͊̅̋̕͘b̵̛̺̞̦̳̙͒͘͜ä̸͓̗̯̺̰́̿̆͘͠b̶̭͔̯̆̒̐l̵̨̬̬̱̱̙͔̻̊̾́͠͝y̶̰̺̲̝͙͈̝͙̟̖͑̆̾̀̀͒͝!̶̱͚͙͉̠̓̒́̌̽̌̚͝

Remember: Don't open the door to strangers.

Anyway! In the meantime, get to know your fellow Sweet Subjects! After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time together!

Thank you for understanding! Good luck!

Prompt One | Prompt Two
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Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Optional light alcohol, isolation, bad weather via thunderstorms, feeling of being watched and taunted, false information, mental manipulation, memory manipulation, memories or depictions of murder and torture

🌼 Characters wake up in an unfamiliar house during a thunderstorm. They hear Daisy's broadcast on the TV. There is a persistent knocking at the door, but you know you shouldn't open it.

🌼 Another character (or more) is in the house with you. Pictures of you both begin to take up the walls. Of memories you either really experienced or false memories. They increasingly become more violent.

🌼 A radio broadcast warns Sweet Acres residents about an escaped criminal. Paranoia grows between characters. Violence out of deluded "self-defense" may occur.

🌼 The true escape from this prompt is to just open the door. Outside, all is well and you realize the house was one giant mind fuck...Or hopefully, you realize. Your memories might be a little scrambled now.


There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

It has been a long, long, long day, hasn't it? You don't even remember sitting on the couch and you certainly don't remember dozing off. But that strange broadcast certainly woke you up and now...You are here. In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet. The weather outside seems frightful. Torrential downpours with clashing thunder and flashes of lightning chase even the most persistent shadows in the house.

Was the lady on the TV serious? Did you just have to wait in this lousy place for the storm to blow over? Or, wait, how did she word it? Wait while things finish configuration. Damn, your head is hurting and you could use a drink. Hopefully, the tacky yellow kitchen has a stocked fridge. Luckily for you, it's filled with fresh food and some fresh booze.

There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

Unluckily for you, there is another person in this house with you. They might have woken up on the same couch as you or are bumping around upstairs. Either way, the freak in the polka-dot dress wasn't wrong: You're not alone here.

When you and whoever else in this house finally join up, you will notice that the house seems to become a bit more lively. The pictures on the wall change to feature you or your companion. Some of the pictures are genuine from back in your homeworld, but others...Not so much. Others look like false memories of you with families you don't even remember or at a school you never attended, but they are all so real you can't help but think maybe Daisy is telling the truth after all.

There is a heavier knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

There is a radio in the house that suddenly begins to declare an emergency announcement:
"At this time, we urge all residents of Sweet Acres to seek shelter immediately. The wind is picking up and we anticipate this storm to last the rest of the night - Oh?

This just in: a convict has managed to break into Sweet Acres. We are told that they were last seen in...Oh, oh my...Whatever you do, make sure your doors and windows are locked. And remember: don't answer the door. And remember: don't trust strangers.
"

A heavy booming knock lands three times at the front door. Let. Me. In.

The pictures around the house begin to change. Now it shows you and whoever you're sharing the house with doing some...terrible things. Maybe some of it is true. Some of it may be completely false. Will it matter when the pictures seem so terrifyingly real?

What happens when the TV glitches on and starts to play sketchy home videos of one of you doing something terrible? What happens when the radio starts to play terrifying audio of you confessing to an atrocious crime?

What happens when the person you're stuck in the house with might just be the stranger the radio warned you about?

Or will you have the sense to realize that something is very wrong here and that you're both being played a fool? The knocking at the door is only getting louder. So loud it cracks the door. The storm worsens. What should you do?

The madness will only worsen the longer you stay. You may even be driven to defend yourself from each other, you may come to develop false memories of crimes you didn't commit. You may just...

Decide to open that damn door already. It turns out, that's what you needed to do the entire time. Because the moment you do? You open the door and see a beautiful, sunny day outside. No rain. Not a single gray cloud. Certainly no horrifying stranger either.

But now you're left with whatever you did or thought from the house. For some people, the terror may slip away as easily as the rain, but for some of you, you might be stuck with paranoia and suspicion.

Welcome to Sweet Acres.

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[ The Bot Problem ]

Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Forced sexuality, optional sex, aphrodisiac style computer virus, dubious consent, hunted by machines, use of bombs, guns, and shrapnel. Possible character death or maiming

🌼 Sex Bots are spreading a virus to those that touch them that will cause player characters to go around flirting with others. They can either get rid of the "virus" by having sex or meeting someone who can hack it out of their system by asking grounding questions (or any other creative means a player may have).

🌼 Characters are hunted down by violent little metal boxes known as metal dogs. The metal dogs are extremely resilient but can be destroyed by extreme measures. These metal dogs are intent on killing and maiming characters and plants.

You will notice that there are still some errors in the system as you go out and about exploring your new town. There will be an occasional glitch that opens up a screaming void of bottomless darkness before it blinks out of existence. Those are unsettling enough, but at least they don't seem harmless.

The bots, on the other hand, are a different story. They glitch into the town, cracking through this carefully structured reality like breaking through a window. It seems like Daisy has a lot of work to do on the external firewalls of Sweet Acres! In the meantime, you're going to have to deal with her incompetence.

The Sex Bots

A lot of the bots can easily be mistaken for other residents in town. These are model-gorgeous women and men who almost seemed like caricatures of stereotypical beauty conventions. Big lips, huge hips, large muscles, chiseled jaws, perfect hair, pearly white teeth. These beauties flounce about and no matter who or what you are, if they look your way, they are immediately approaching you.

"Hey, sexy. I'm single, horny, and lonely. I just turned 18 and I've got my daddy's credit card."

"I've never seen a person more beautiful than you. I'm the CEO of at least three different six-figure income businesses. How about I take you on a night out in my Ferrari?"

There isn't a single thought behind those eyes or in those smiles. If you have the thought to rely on your Daze, you can just block the Sex Bots and they will blink out of existence. Alternatively, you could probably just smash them out of existence with a good punch or the swing of a weapon...They will just vanish into a cloud of corrupt coding.

But if you're a bit more gullible and still catching up on the strangeness of this place or can't figure out Daze, you might make the mistake of responding to one of these bots. The Bot will immediately scan you for all of your information and warp its features into something that you actually would find to be the ideal beauty.

"This is better, right?" It's hard to deny...They even sound like the ideal beauty in your mind. A gentle hand on your arm and then they are leading you away.

Except they aren't leading you anywhere. You watch helplessly as coding goes up your arm and begins to consume your body. You can't feel anything but a prickling sensation. The Bot vanishes, but you are left rewired. Now it is you with the dramatic features emphasizing your most attractive parts.

Regardless of your personality, you suddenly feel the urge to walk up to just about anyone anywhere and flirt with them. Whether stupidly or sincerely. It's hard to remember yourself with the bot's virus wreaking havoc on your Daze. Worst case scenario? You wind up sleeping with someone because of this bizarre virus, but you will also ironically get it out of your system this way and feel completely normal after.

Alternatively, you can find someone who is a bit more tech-savvy with the Daze and who might have an idea of how to hack into your system and get rid of the virus for you. This might involve some personal line of questioning, but hey, at least you're not walking around asking for sex from total strangers anymore!

The Metal Dogs

The Sex Bots are a dream compared to the other virus attacking the system of Sweet Acres. One will begin to see small metal robots trotting about, no bigger than a backpack, with lethal determination. These metal dogs scour their surroundings for anything organic or anything that doesn't belong in the space.

This means they are actively ripping up plants and destroying trees, which is tragic enough, but just be glad they haven't seen you yet because it turns out that Daisy's Sweet Subjects are the metal dog's top priority.

The moment they notice you, they will begin a neverending chase. These robots can catch up to a speeding car and resist an enormous amount of damage. They are waterproof and run on their own network completely disconnected from the Daze, so good luck trying to hack into them- it won't work.

They can see just as well in the dark as the light and have sensors that allow them to pick up on body temperature as well as any vibrations you might make. They are not gentle creatures: their goal is to terminate all organic beings and Sweet Subjects in the area. If they catch you, they will immediately attempt to blow your head off with a small gun they can form. Alternatively, they will expel a shrapnel bomb if you catch them off guard. They also have paralyzing fog bombs.

Metal dogs can be destroyed, however. With large explosions, armor-piercing weaponry, people with extreme super strength. Or you can get creative! Maybe you know a spell that can turn them into a stuffed animal or melt the metal. Maybe you have control over metal beings. There are ways to destroy these things. But don't worry. If worse comes to worse, Daisy is going around to destroy them for you. But do you really want to owe her your life?

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clipon: (011)

Re: Hypnos | Hades

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-23 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this experience is completely different from the play flirting with rolal. hal, in his clearly metal and circuitry body, is left staring at the man in front of him through his shades. he takes a cautious step back, just in case, and tilts his head. ]

I might be a little young for you.
swordlord: (𝕾𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔)

[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-23 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. (He supposes he didn't, but all was said and done and Koby looked...unique...crying. The ferocity is almost more surprising though. He didn't think such a small thing would have it in him. His brow slides up neatly because yeah, no. No one spoke to him like that.

He's almost charmed by it.

Sighing, he digs inside his jacket and tugs out a clean, silky black handkerchief. He offers it to Koby silently.)


It certainly hasn't been the best day. (He has to scoff quietly at that last statement.)

Cadet, you may be the only person alive to have ever said that to me.
whatam_i: (suit_grin)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-23 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Huzzah! Thank you!
swordlord: (𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖆)

these two refined fellas

[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-23 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
(Finally. A sensible man. Mihawk glances the other man over with an appreciative eye. He respected anyone who dressed well.

He slides his feet off the table and picks up the wine bottle.)


Care for a drink while our many crimes are depicted on the walls?
deadbook: (imageedit_64_4122091217)

[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-23 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
(Danny creeps forward. Okay, definitely not him, but definitely the same face. He relaxes mildly.)

I'm Danny. (He smiles awkwardly.) I guess we aren't the same.

(He sighs, bending down to offer Koby a hand.)

You're way too dorky to be me.

(Danny!)
deadbook: (imageedit_70_3589082107)

i love iggy

[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-23 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
(Part of him feels victorious that he landed the hit, but then he quickly feels guilty because this guy was definitely not a murderer waiting in the shadows. If he was, he sure didn't fit the typical profile of any murderer Danny's studied before.

His hands are over his mouth and then he's moving forward, waving a bit frantically.)


Sorry! Sorry. I thought you were like - I don't know. A serial killer or something. It was instinctual.

(Kind of!)

Are you okay? Are you bleeding? (Don't sound so excited about the possibility, Danny.)
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Stallion)

ii

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-23 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
(Dirk is observing the whole situation nearby, leaning up against a tree, and that reaction- oooh man.

He gives a low whistle.)


Enemy or an ex?
whatam_i: (fucking_idiots)

Edward Nygma| Gotham| OTA

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-23 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Inside the House
cw: potential mention of violence, murder, crime, death.


Knock Knock!
Whose there?

Well that's just one of the many questions that Edward has when he wakes up on a couch that is far too small for him, his neck already hurting from the angle he was asleep in. He slowly sits up, feeling groggy but also not all that shocked at the sudden change in scenery.

This isn't the first time he's woken up somewhere strange and it probably won't be the last.

"Great." He mutters to himself as he hauls himself up from the couch, adjusting the green suit he's wearing. "Where did you land us this time?"

After grabbing a fire poker from the living room he starts to investigate the house, moving from room to room and when he stumbles across another person he nearly bludgeons them, the only thing that stops him is the sudden announcement.

".....considering that announcement just said to NOT trust strangers, give me one good reason I shouldn't smash your head in."


The Sex Bots
cw: sex, bad pick up lines, jiggly bits


Edward has never been a fan of stereotypical beauty conventions, his tastes run more towards people with freckles, glasses, or prominent noses. Perfection is a myth and he'd rather a person with flaws that he can find endearing. So when a pair of vacant eyed beauties, one male and one female, come up to him and start hitting on him he is not only suspicious he is also slightly offended.

"What tells you what you want to hear, but hurts you when the truth is clear?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

The bots look at one another, standing eerily still and for a second Edward thinks he can hear a high pitched noise, almost like a modem connecting to a phone line. Suddenly there's a loud 'clunk' noise and the bots both twitch, their bodies jerking as if they were attached to an invisible wire.

Ed takes a step back, the answer is 'a liar' which is what these two obviously are if they're hitting on HIM but before he can even finish the riddle and thus his snappy comment they surge forward. Trying to grab him.

"Hey!" Backpedaling quickly he just barely manages to evade their hands, the male flexes his biceps while the female smooshes her breasts together in what might be a seductive manner if not for the horrible dead expression on her face.

"Oooh baby, give it to me, give it to me."

The two flexing, jiggling bots start to advance and Ed only has a second to decide on the best course of action which in this case is to turn tail and run.

"Help!! I'm being attacked by overly sexual morons!!!!"
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Farrier)

more bots, more problems

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-23 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
(The last thing that he expected to see was the physical manifestation of his own stupid thirteen-year-old self, but all things considered, it's still not the most shocking thing he's ever seen.

He's watching the whole thing unfold with a relatively blank look on his face. He probably could and should intervene, but also, if Hal is going to be walking around...)


Just kick their ass, dude.
dead_tongue: (whining)

he's so dumb

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-23 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
That's quite the instinct!

I don't know, maybe?

[Sniffling, he removes his hand from his temple and looks at his fingers. Yup. That's blood.]

Oh my god! Is it bad?! Am I deformed now?!

[It seriously just needs a bandaid.]
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Keek)

ii (cw; generic robot violence)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-23 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Dirk wouldn't describe himself as a hero, but some decisions were pretty easy to make. Seeing some poor chick getting sexually harassed was one of those moments. He had seen some of these cheap sex bots hassling other people earlier, so he knew precisely what to do.

He flash steps and in the blink of an eye, he's got his sword through the face of the dude before slicing it out of his head and right into the chick's. Both heads topple off in a matter of seconds just before they turn into coded dust. All things considered, it isn't the most exciting fight he has ever had.

Still. He slides his sword back into his belt loop and looks down at the girl.

"You okay there, kitten?" He manages to say "kitten" in a plain, drawling way that somehow didn't sound even remotely flirtatious. Granted, it could still be taken in the wrong way, but Dirk sounded bored more than anything. Maybe a little annoyed, but not at the girl.
clipon: (008)

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ hal pauses, because he knows that voice, and he sighs deeply. he takes another step away from the bot for good measure, and the eyeroll is palpable as he turns toward dirk. ]

I'm having an abundance of caution about touching them, just in case. I don't seem to have a weapon with me.

[ he pauses then, searching his big ol' robot brain for an idea, then looks at the bot meaningfully, which seems to cause it to flicker and outright disappear. ]

Oh. [ a beat. ] It appears blocking them is effective, but there are so many that it feels like old-earth social media bots. I suppose that's what they are.
fullgauntlet: <user name=michrure> (pic#16303268)

the house 🍀

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2024-01-24 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[The last blur of his memory is speeding through the air. He remembers the wind whipping and snapping at his face. And he remembers landing on the ground with his breath caught in his lungs before everything started to tilt. At first, he thought maybe he hit his head somehow and the haze was all because of a concussion or something. But then he remembers splatters of blood. Katsuki's face. A lot of blood.

The lamb's double heads sitting on his lap... And an explosion. That jolts Izuku out of his comatose stupor and he sits up with a start, green eyes wide with confusion and panic.]


Ah?! ... Kacchan?!

[The scene before him is... bizarre?! Where are they and why are they in this creepy room with an exploded television set? it's alright he was never a huge fan of clowns anyway Izuku scoots up in a panic. Eyes dart around the room as he sees pictures framed on the walls of him and Katsuki in some strange-looking school uniforms he doesn't recognize. He's also too panicked at the moment to realize there are spatters of red in the ones farther down the wall.]

Kacchan?! You're... okay? You're okay!?

[Why is that a question?!]
snakesona: (07)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ olrox cocks his head, his smile never faltering. ]

Why not? It will pass the time.
snakesona: (02)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ is mizrak his enemy now? olrox cannot fathom mizrak turning his sword on him. but his parting words have been brutal. not wrong, but brutal all the same. either way, that chapter has closed. ]

Must it be one or the other?
addickted: ([por quoi?])

Angel Dust | Hazbin Hotel

[personal profile] addickted 2024-01-24 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
cw: blanket content warning for discussion of sex work, drugs, violence, etc. etc. he's a spider demon/porn star who literally lives in hell lmao. more specific warnings per prompt~

i. please wait while your surroundings are loading cw: gun violence, mention of drug use, NSFW sex mentions likely

[At least there's fuckin' booze. That seems to be a constant in liminal hellish spaces -- always plenty of liquor for needy souls who find their way between the real world and whatever comes next. Angel's assuming this is some sort of weirdass purgatory -- fuck knows why he'd be here, but again: there's alcohol, he's not complaining.

The couch is definitely made for people, not seven-foot-tall spider demons, but Angel lets his lanky, creepy legs hang over the arm of the couch, sprawling across the sagging cushions and watching the TV glitch and sputter. Reminds him of Vox on a bad day. The images appear slowly -- Angel, six-armed and cackling and firing a variety of old-timey, 30s/40s-era weaponry into a horde of demons.

He chuckles, sips at his beer.
] Heh. Good times. [Even as more and more violent and alarming images appear -- mostly of Angel killing other demons or engaging in a wide variety of increasingly kinky and improbable sex acts -- he remains unconcerned, absently swinging one foot back and forth, like he's watching a baseball game or something equally mundane. The running commentary keeps up:] Yeah, remember that...yup...that too...don't remember that, but seems like me...uh-huh...it's like a fuckin' greatest hits compilation, damn. Maybe I should start chargin'.


ii. sex bots, obviously cw: wildly NSFW, he can and will flirt with anything that walks, but m/m only for actual smut

-- aw, what the fuck.

[Angel is pissed off -- not because the weird sexy buff guy had gotten all handsy (he doesn't mind that one bit, thank you~), but because he'd gone and disappeared, right when things were getting interesting. One set of hands on his hips, Angel wildly gestures with the other, unaware of his fluffy hair getting even fluffier, or his teeth even pointier. It seems like the glitchy programming isn't really sure what parts of a spider are the sexiest.]

I've been here two fuckin' hours and just when it finally looks like things are gonna get fuckin' interestin' and I'm gonna get fuckin' laid, he fuckin' goddamn vanishes!

[Turning on one high-heeled boot, Angel's glare falls on someone nearby, and he points grandly at them with all four currently visible hands.] You! It's your lucky goddamn day, toots, I won't even charge ya, just lemme get in your pants.


iii. the metal dogs cw: shooting stuff, mostly.

[Well, it's not getting railed by a sexy, sexy sexbot, but Angel will take it at this point. He hadn't shown up with all his arsenal of various weapons (he favors tommy guns, for the nostalgia factor, but even Hell's caught up with the times, so he'll take whatever), but even two at once are enough to have the little metal robots staggering and stumbling and sparking.

Cherry's bombs would be nice here -- or shit, even fuckin' Sir Pentious's warship bullshit. Angel doesn't like fighting alone, it's the mafioso in him. So, as soon as there's a break in the oncoming flood of tiny murderous robots, he's hoofing it through the creepy deserted streets until he finds someone else.
]

Hey, hi, nice to meetcha, can you aim and pull a trigger? [At this point the shrapnel is getting dangerously close to shredding Angel's suit, and he is Not Having That Shit.]
kobes: ([neutral] fck u and ur ship)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-24 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Koby momentarily considers being offended enough to pull back and not take the offered hand -- besides, what if this guy is his evil twin or...something? He should stay cautious. Be alert.

But also he's already tired from trying to figure out what the fresh hell is going on, so he accepts the help, albeit with a scowl.
] Koby. I have a different style, that's all.

[Koby, you're literally wearing the dumbest, dorkiest military uniform ever invented. It has a baseball cap.]
kobes: ([neutral] git good daddy's boy)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-24 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Koby. [It comes quietly, as the young man breathes in, out, accepting the handkerchief slowly. It feels real, silky and soft and smelling faintly of something musky that Koby isn't familiar with. He switches to cleaning his glasses with it instead, trying not to get too much blood on it.] My name is Koby. I don't expect you to recognize me, but I'm stationed on the same ship as Vice Admiral Garp.

[Replacing the glasses, Koby looks upwards at Mihawk, very seriously.] I know exactly who you are. So I'm relieved, but -- well. I know you. [A bold statement to make after eavesdropping on two (2) conversations, but Koby says it unflinchingly, even as he absently toys with the handkerchief, thumb stroking back and forth across the soft fabric.] But I'll put my personal opinions aside so we can get out of this. It's the wisest strategy all around.
kobes: ([down] oh SHIT)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-24 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Contrariwise, Koby's entire body is an exercise in anxiety -- he lunges towards the wall, yanks the photos down, one after another, heedless of the glass cracking and shattering.]

Because I-I wouldn't, I'd never-- [Another photo appears, and another, springing up every time he tries to destroy them. Koby falters, breath coming raspy and hoarse.]

I wouldn't do that.
kobes: ([neutral] standing up being brave etc)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-24 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Koby's up on his feet, snatching the framed photo off the wall, something instinctive in his chest prompting him -- hide it, hide it, don't let him see. It's a stupid instinct, because the stranger's already seen the most incriminating parts: the long braided hair, the ribbons, the uniform with a blazer and skirt.

Still, he feels better once the photo is set down hard on top of the TV, hands shaking a little.
] Yes. [Koby's voice comes out sharper than he means.] Of course I meant the stabby part.
doublycursed: (Default)

[personal profile] doublycursed 2024-01-24 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Izutsumi reels back with a horrified yowl, but the whole sword-through-the-face and also decapitation thing doesn't result in the expected spray of blood. They then proceed to turn to dust, but not before she glimpses the insides of their heads, which isn't brain and squishy things, it's metal and bright colored... string? Or something?

She's left utterly baffled, dropping down to the crouch over the pavement where she thinks fragments of the dust they turned into might remain. Or it might just, you know. Regular dust. Nonetheless she picks some up to rub between her clawed fingers, sniffing tentatively at it.

So they were monsters of some kind? Laois would be so disappointed nothing remained for him to eat. Then again, they were humanoid, which is against his rules of What Monsters Are Good To Eat.

The guy that did the sword stabbing is probably the coolest thing that Izutsumi has ever been exposed to, and yet, tragically, it's utterly wasted on her. "What were they?" she asks, lip curled in a confused and irritated little frown. "They had weird metal junk inside, what kind of person has metal inside them?" She pauses, her frown deepens, and she adds, "What kind of person has metal inside them, and also chooses to flirt with something like me? This world is stupid."
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[personal profile] doublycursed 2024-01-24 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
After her own encounter with the horrible sex bots and their horrible jiggly bits, Izutsumi has decided on a mission for the moment: Rescue Other Victims From The Weird Sex Monsters. Bots aren't a thing in her world, so she's thinking of them as monsters -- weird monsters with metal on the inside but they look like people. Yes, it's confusing. It's the best she's got.

The cry of another person being assaulted catches her ear, and Izutsumi bounds in for the rescue.

"Stop being overly sexual! It's weird and creepy and nobody likes it!"

She throws herself forward, clawed feet smashing into the male sex monster's face, which gets thrown back with such violence that it sounds like his neck snaps, and then he does what she's seen earlier; turns into strange dust, drifting away on the wind. The female seems to not even notice, and doesn't even try to resist when Izutsumi latches her fangs into the monster's throat, tearing out fake skin and metal and wires. She, too, turns to dust.

Izutsumi spits out the metal bits in her mouth with a supreme yuck face, and those, too, vanish.

"Bleh. Gross." She scrubs at her tongue. "Who let these things run free. Who's stupid idea was that." She glances at the guy she just saved, and says, grudging and awkward, "Are you okay?"
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[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-24 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
(Mihawk wasn't one to smile ever, but there's nothing unwelcoming in his gaze either. He pours a second glass and offers it over to the man.)

May I know the name of my companion for the evening?
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[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-24 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
I beg your pardon? (Asked at that first utterance. He looks properly at the cadet, trying to think if he could place the face, but no. He would have remembered this face. Although...)

Ah. (That explains a few things.) You must be the one he's taking a liking to.

(Whether Garp has said as much to Mihawk is up for debate. Mihawk paid more attention than Garp than the man likely knew or wanted.)

Is that so? I should hope you do. (He clicks his tongue. Unsheathing his little dagger again, he reaches out slowly and places the flat edge of the blade under Koby's chin so that he can tip it up just ever so slightly.)

I've killed far more of you than I care to remember. It would be embarrassing if you didn't know who I am. (He slides the blade away from Koby's face, spinning the dagger absently between his fingers.)

We? That implies you and I working together. Why should I do that? Go ahead. Enlighten me with your strategic prowess.

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