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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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snakesona: (12)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ olrox takes it politely, giving the glass a cursory sniff before taking a sip. his manners are, as always, impeccable. ]

I am Olrox. I don't think you've heard of me.
swordlord: (𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖆)

[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-24 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Not at all. And I suspect you haven't heard of me. Dracule Mihawk.

(A tip of his hat. Mihawk was a bit more casual in his own way, still being a pirate at his core, but compared to others from his world, he was practically a masterclass in etiquette.)

Though everyone tends to call me Mihawk. (A sip from the wine. It's far from the best he's had, but it will do.)

I rather like your aesthetic.
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-24 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. I mean, she looked like she was a real bitch.

[Just going to keep playing it safe - he sure doesn't want to set the guy off. Iggy holds his hands up, palms out, as if to prove he's completely harmless.]

So, you know. If it did happen, is all I'm saying. But it didn't? So. Why would it show us that, then? You think someone is fucking with you?
snakesona: (08)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ dracule is an unusual name and one that gives olrox the briefest of pauses before he smoothly moves on. ]

Thank you, I cultivated myself. Vampires expect a certain level of decorum in many things.
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[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-24 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
It's called survival instinct! (His mom engrained it into him. Granted, she also technically failed considering...

He's just not going to think about any of that right now. Danny grimaces at the wound, feeling a bit guilty.)


Oh, that looks-

(Deformed? Okay, sorry, Iggy, but he accidentally laughs at that. He quickly bites his lip.)

Morbidly. (Danny, no!)
deadbook: (imageedit_19_4333126601)

[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-24 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
(Danny would definitely be the evil twin, frankly. The caution is justified. He pulls Koby up to his feet and instinctively checks him over for any actual injuries.)

Uh-huh. (Danny drawls, quirking a brow. He flicks at Koby's collar and tie. If you're face-twins that automatically means you can do whatever you want. Also, Danny is just sibling-coded, so you know.)

What's this then?
haveyoutriednotdying: (and i'm so tiny and so old)

[personal profile] haveyoutriednotdying 2024-01-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[This guy's got some really interesting armor! Very tight-fitting. Hypnos didn't know they could make metal armor that tight-fitting! Oh he's saying something he should probably pay attention to that.]

Hah, I mean that's pretty normal for mortals, you guys have such short little lives! If we're just counting in numbers of years, even an eighty year old is a little young for me! [Wait is this guy.... an adult mortal at least? Hypnos squints-- he has a hard time telling. It's not like he's never seen mortal children or teens-- they're no less exempt from showing up at the House of Hades than adults, after all-- but... well, most shades tend to look the same, particularly when they're only just arriving and haven't gotten used to their new noncorporeal forms yet.] Um... how old are you, anyway?
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Kala Mer'ri)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
You don't need a weapon to absolutely destroy someone.

(Except actually maybe Hal does. He's not so sure if he's as physical as he looks. Dirk's trying to ignore the deep itch to ask a dozen questions about What the Fuck Is Happening Here.

Then that happens and at almost the exact same time as Hal, he also utters an "Oh.")


That's anti-climatic. (Then again...) We really must be in a sim then. Could just be a virus in the system. (Another beat.) Could explain why you're here like this. (Maybe. It's a theory.)

Are you even like...physical? Or is this shit just digital?
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Appaloosa)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
You got me there, man.

(God knows his ex was a bit of both at different points depending on the timeline. In any case? Dirk feels for the dude.)

He was hot, for what it's worth. You got good taste. Seems like he could kick some serious ass.
clipon: (008)

don't!

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Hal pauses mid-step when someone pops around a corner of the upstairs, then puts his foot back on the floor and tilts his head. Just a little. Curious more than startled or scared. "I heard the radio," he confirms, voice just a little too metallic to be fully human.

Not that it's not obvious what he is: his skin is grey and there are red circuit lines down the sides of his face and neck. He's got too many clothes on to see if they keep going down, but that's not important right now because he should probably answer the rest of the questions.

"You can call me Hal," he offers as an olive branch, then continues: "it appears to be a manipulation tactic to give us a sense of knowing one another more than we actually do."
dead_tongue: (whining)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-24 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Iggy is possibly the most gullible person Danny is ever going to meet. He wails immediately.]

Oh no! Oh nooooooooo!

[And, yup, he's crying. Actually crying.]

I'll have to live in a belltower and shit!
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Iris Clops)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, chickadee, but Dirk and social grace had never been a well-suited combo. Now that he's really thinking about it, he probably could have just blocked the bots on sight, but that wouldn't have been as fun, and he is a bit of a show pony.

He doesn't move toward the girl least he scares her any more than she already is. He hangs back instead, hands on his hips, not an ounce of that fight mode left in him. He watches her curiously instead, kind of jealous of her ears.

"Bots." An automatic, correct answer, but then the girl is going on and Dirk realizes this chick might not exactly be familiar with the whole concept.

"Uh, yeah, so." He rubs along his jawline, considering her questions. "Okay, first off, you're a cute girl with cat ears. That's a lot of people's thing. Not mine, no offense. Ain't much for the ladies." Just so she didn't think this was him trying to slide into her metaphorical DMs.

"As for the bots, they ain't people. They are just meant to make you think they are people. They're basically systems created to gather valuable information from vulnerable people. Usually. Other times, they just want to wreck your shit for fun."
dead_tongue: (o dear)

jiggle jiggle

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-24 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I'm an overly sexual moron," is what the tall redhead peering into one of the shop windows says as Ed streaks by. He actually looks then, and then gestures wildly.

"Oh! Here, come back here! Hurry up, they're gaining!"
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Capnolagnia)

ii cw: maybe probably smut

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
(Dirk's just minding his own business, and honestly, he had been watching the whole shitshow go down. He was trying to figure out how the mechanics with the spider dude would even work when all of a sudden the sex bot vanishes.)

That's rough, man. (Sincerely. He's smoking a cigarette and blows out a steady stream of smoke. He quirks a brow at the come-on. Despite Dirk being a Certified Fucking Babe, he's never really been hit on before in any sincerity. Caliborn doesn't count, that fucking psycho.)

Nah. I don't want someone else's table scraps. Where's the flattery in all that?

me, a clown, forgetting how emotional this boutta be just by default lmao

[personal profile] blondshell 2024-01-24 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
(It had felt like ages since he had properly seen Izuku. Everything was a blur right now. Timelines were twisting together but he knew, knew deep in the pit of his chest, that he had been waiting to see Izuku again. He was just holding out for...

For...

His head snaps up at the familiar sound of his name.)


H--Haa?! (His mind just empties out whatever it should have remembered in favor of remembering the one thing which is Izuku Midoriya and really, what else even mattered?)

Of course, I'm okay?! (Why is his also a question?! And why does he sound so surprised about it himself. He's grabbing Izuku by the front of his shirt and just yanking him close.)

I've been waiting around for you, you idiot. Where the hell...(Where was he? And why weren't they together? Why was his heart slamming a mile a minute in sheer relief and adrenaline?)

Are you hurt?
dead_tongue: (I mean I guess)

Re: don't!

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-24 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Iggy stares because one: he's never seen a real live android before, and two:

"HAL? Seriously? Holy shit, whoever named you had a sense of humour, huh?"

But then he hugs himself. "You think? Or are we like... we were in simulations before, so you don't think these are like, the real us?" He takes a closer look at one of the photos.

"...although I feel like I'd remember going to Disneyland with a robot... You are a robot, right? Or, uhm, is that super insensitive of me?"
kobes: ([up] i can't see shit)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-24 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
The one he -- a liking? Really? [In spite of his resolution to remain impassive, Koby is powerless against the genuinely delighted reaction he has to the idea that Garp likes him. It's absurd, he shouldn't be believing anything Mihawk says and he definitely shouldn't let his guard down. But all the same -- Koby grins, brief and brilliant, before ducking his head.] I mean -- maybe. He has a lot of recruits, he could mean anyo--

[And then there's the cool edge of a dagger -- a tiny one, but Koby's not stupid, a blade doesn't have to be huge to cause damage, especially in the hands of a master -- under his chin. Koby looks up, no resistance, no hesitation. His heart is racing, of course, and he absently teethes at his lower lip until Mihawk moves the dagger away. It's an unnecessary reminder who he's dealing with, how careful he should be.

But truthful or not, Koby's always been too honest for his own good. Maybe it's because Mihawk doesn't strike him as the same kind of dangerous as most pirates -- there's a control, a thoughtfulness. Ultimately, there's no reason for Mihawk to waste any time on Koby, violent or otherwise. Convincing him of an alliance, though -- that's a different story.

So, swallowing tightly and squaring his shoulders, Koby tries his best to sound firm, like he actually possesses some authority.
] This place is -- going to try to trick us. Daisy, that...clown person, has already been insisting that everything from the real world is a fake. I...think it's wise to stay close, since we remember the same things. It'll remind us not to listen to what this place says or does.

[Mihawk might trust his own emotions, his own mind, but Koby knows himself. He retains knowledge about danger and risk like a sponge -- it won't take a lot to send him spiraling. He needs that reminder that it wasn't fake. That he isn't fake. So, a little softer:] I -- please. At least until we find others. I'll leave you alone then, but. For now. Please.
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[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I named myself 'lil' Hal originally, but I've gotten older and that part isn't as funny anuymore." A beat passes, and then: "it's ironic."

Hal leans closer to take a better look at the photos, and the aura he gives off is 'two raised eyebrows.'

"I'm an AI. I normally don't have a body so I can't be classified as a robot, but it seems that's changed."
addickted: ([down boy])

elmo fire gif

[personal profile] addickted 2024-01-24 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Angel grumbles, smoothing back his hair and adjusting his -- chest fluff, which is deliberately poofed out, because fuck gender, truly. The cigarette makes him perk up, swanning over with a flash of a fang-mouthed grin.] Table scraps? Me? Hot stuff, I'm the entire goddamn buffet and we both know it.

[Draping himself over a nearby hedge, Angel props his chin in one set of hands, making a grabby, demanding gesture with one of the others.] Got a light? Bet the cigs are as fuckin' watered down as the liquor, but a bitch is desperate, babycakes.

An' listen, if it's flattery you want: if you got somethin' better i can put in my mouth, I'm allllll ears, dollface.
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[personal profile] doublycursed 2024-01-24 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"People like what?" Izutsumi repeats, appalled. She automatically reaches up to cover her ears, smooshing them flat into her hair, as if that might prevent nearby catgirl lovers from being into her. She can't exactly hide the rest of her, though, and her fur and tail are even more obvious than the ears. RIP. "Ugh. People are weird. Also, I'm not a cat girl."

That's far too cutesy a name for what she is, thanks.

His explanation makes her frown, because bot isn't a word where she comes from. The closest thing she can think of is Living Armor, but that's just a metal shell of armor powered by weird little shellfish things squeezed inside it. She didn't see any shellfish when he opened their heads.

"I don't know what a 'bot' is," she grumbles, still crouched over the spot where they disappeared. "But I know about monsters that make you think they're people. But what information could they want? I don't know where I am or what this stupid place is, I don't have anything valuable on me. I guess they were just... trying to wreck my shit for fun."

She pauses thoughtfully.

"I don't know how the female one thought some total stranger shoving her breasts into my face would wreck my shit. I guess some people like that."
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[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-24 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
(That gets Mihawk to fully roll his eyes. The grin is almost insufferable to look at.)

Please, do shut up, I couldn't care less about your fetish for praise.

(For now. Thankfully his knife seems to stop whatever obnoxious prattling ass-kissing this cadet was about to bubble over with. Small miracles. But also maybe small curses because the look on Koby's face certainly does something and Mihawk's not so sure he's fond of that little seed that just got planted.

The problem is that Koby doesn't flinch. If he flinched or looked terrified, Mihawk could write him off as a dime a dozen among his fellow spineless cadets. He begrudgingly has to admire it and silently understands why Garp might have taken a liking to this one.

Koby's right too. Mihawk may have had an incredibly high body count, but it wasn't really out of any desire to shed as much blood as humanly possible. He had no interest in killing Koby. Not when seeing him alive was far, far more interesting. The little note of authority is even surprising.

Perhaps not like other cadets at all, no. Mihawk hums, tipping his head to the side, and proceeds to scrutinize Koby, his sharp eyes roving over the boy from head to toe and slowly back up. He listens to him silently, walking in a slow, steady circle around him, before he comes to a stop in front of him once again.

Please.

Please.

When was the last time anyone had ever pled him for anything that wasn't a plea to spare their lives? A plea for help no less. Help that wasn't just in the form of slashing down enemies with his sword. Even Mihawk realized the predicament that they were in. Loathe though he was to admit, he had no clue how Daisy managed to wrangle him here and he had less of an idea of how she invaded his mind the way that she did.

Koby was right. Mihawk wasn't honestly sure if Daisy was right or not, and he hated that, but he hated the idea of giving up his sanity to her just because she said so. He wanted to believe that some crazed woman had implanted the idea that he was the greatest swordsman of his time. He had achieved that. For real. He had the muscle, and the talent to prove it. It wasn't some hoax conducted in his mind for some damn variety sampling.)


It's insulting. (He responds at last, his own voice low. He slides his dagger back into its sheath.)

I've spent too much of my life earning every title I have ever gained. Too much. (His jaw clenches and he looks away, his hat covering his face.)

I refuse to believe some harlequin wench merely manipulated all of that success in my mind. (He normally wouldn't tell someone this, but...Even Mihawk knew that there was some middle ground to be crossed. He swallows thickly and finally looks back at Koby.)

We shall stay close. (Something raw and angry was burning in his eyes, but it wasn't directed at Koby. Still. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, he's calm once again.)

Besides, if I let Garp's pretty pet get killed, I'll never hear the end of it. That man can be exhausting to listen to when he's annoyed. But. (He steps closer to Koby, nearly toe-to-toe, and leans in close toward the cadet's face.)

Do not get in my way.
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-24 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Iggy looks delighted. "It is ironic! That's great, actually. I love it. Oh, uhm, I'm Iggy. Like Pop."

He chews at his lower lip. The photo shows them both in mouse ears.

"AI. Wow. So... then this is extra bullshit, probably. I can't imagine why, though..."

He looks at the next photo, where he himself appears to be trying to choke out Cinderella.

"Oh my god! No, no, okay, this can't be real! I'm a pacifist!"
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[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ olrox smiles, oh so pleasant. ]

He was a knight. That did entail some level of "ass".
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Stud)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
(...It's kind of cute, frankly. Dirk has always been something of a monster fucker and he just likes any kind of guy, really, but still. This place was crawling with spam. He does grin a little at the buffet comment. Not bad.)

Yeah, I'll bet you are, with that many arms.

(Okay, so what if he flirts a bit back? Wasn't going to hurt him any. Probably. Then he actually does snort, not quite a laugh, but close enough. He tugs out his pack of cigarettes and slides it out to offer the guy.)

Sure thing, darlin'. (Texan drawl and everything, and hey, if this guy is using pet names, Dirk figures anything is free game. He offers his own lighter, flicking it and holding it toward the spider.)

How about your name for starters?
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Edge Play)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
A knight, huh? My brother was sort of a knight.

(In his own way. Probably not the kind that this guy was though.)

What does that make you? You look a lil more on the fancy side.

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