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Test Drive Meme #1

A Choice to Make
 

In the midst of your mundane existence, amidst a meal's consumption or perhaps amidst a desperate struggle for survival, you find yourself teetering on the precipice between consciousness and oblivion. Whether it's the mundanity of everyday life or the shock of an unforeseen revelation, the next chapter in your tale is etched in the unfathomable tapestry of destiny. Abruptly, a shimmering azure tear in reality wrenches you from your reality, hurling you into the depths of a foreboding cavern. Within its shadows, two sinister whispers assail your senses, each vying for control over the path you must tread. One beckons from the left, promising dominion and power under the aegis of an enigmatic ruler, while the other lures from the right, pledging a noble crusade for justice and salvation. With each step, the choice you make echoes with the weight of eternity, determining the very fabric of your existence

As you stand at the crossroads of fate, the air thickens with anticipation, suffused with a palpable sense of ominous uncertainty. The leftward passage glimmers with an otherworldly allure, hinting at the seductive allure of authority and supremacy. Yet, the rightward path beckons with an ethereal glow, resonating with the righteous fervor of a hero's quest to vanquish darkness. Each voice, a siren's call to divergent destinies, casts its spell upon your soul, weaving a labyrinth of moral ambiguity. For in this twilight realm where the veil between worlds grows thin, your decision is not merely a choice but a covenant with forces beyond mortal comprehension. Whichever path you elect to traverse, know that the consequences shall echo through eternity, shaping the very essence of your being in ways unfathomable to mortal minds.
 

  1. Evil

 

Emerging from the left tunnel, you step into a labyrinthine city carved from the very bones of the earth, illuminated by flickering torchlight that casts eerie shadows upon the twisted visages of its denizens. Monsters, grotesque and malformed, roam the streets with a purpose that sends shivers down your spine. It becomes chillingly apparent that within this infernal metropolis, your destiny lies entwined with a bid for power at the side of a shadowy sovereign. Amidst the clamor of preparation, the temple to the enigmatic entity known as the First Evil looms ominously, its dark allure drawing in supplicants like moths to a flame. Should your throat grow parched from the fervent chants of devotion, the Cantina offers solace in its crude embrace, a sanctuary that exudes an aura of ancient malevolence amidst its clay and stone walls.

 

Yet, amidst the sinister ambiance, whispers of knowledge beckon, promising insight into the machinations of this unholy realm. Seekers of truth may find guidance from well-intentioned demons or delve into the esoteric depths of the Stacks, where secrets lie entombed within dusty tomes of forgotten lore. As curiosity compels you to explore further, the Bringers, sinister heralds of the impending darkness, stand ready to lead you to your abode, a cold stone sanctuary where dreams are haunted by the specter of impending conflict. And for those who prefer the solace of steel and the embrace of weaponry, the armory awaits, a chamber resonant with the echoes of impending strife, offering a grim reminder that in this realm, even sleep is fraught with the specter of violence.


          2. Good

Venturing through the right-hand tunnel was a pact, a commitment to a harrowing struggle that now unfolds before you. Emerging into the realm beyond, you are met by a spectral figure, a girl whose countenance shifts with each passing moment, a testament to the legion of vampire slayers that populate this accursed domain. She, like her brethren, is both warrior and guide, leading you through the labyrinthine streets with a cryptic explanation that betrays the gravity of the task ahead. Together, you traverse the shadowed avenues, passing landmarks cloaked in enigma, such as The Odeon, a den of debauchery where the echoes of revelry mingle with the cries of the damned. With a sardonic grin, she points towards the gym, a crucible where the art of combat is honed amidst the backdrop of impending doom.


 

As you journey further into the heart of darkness, the Resurrection Cemetery looms ominously, a sepulchral sentinel guarding the threshold of a towering edifice—the colossal teaching hospital that casts a pall of dread over the surrounding streets. Amidst a labyrinth of silence and apprehension, you arrive at your destination, standing before the facade of the Doubletree Hotel, its ostentatious glamour a stark juxtaposition against the encroaching shadows of desolation. Yet, even as the hotel's opulence beckons, a lingering sense of foreboding whispers tales of recent upheaval, hinting at secrets buried beneath layers of opulent facade.


A Grave to Dig – Resurrection Cemetery

Patrol, it's the nightly routine for slayers, a dance with darkness amidst the tombstones, where the soulless minions of evil lurk in the shadows, ever loyal to the malevolent machinations of The First Evil. A cemetery of this magnitude, its layout intricate and labyrinthine, serves as the perfect battleground for the eternal struggle against the forces of darkness. But it is patrol, right? Surely you're not taking a detour to The Odeon without your trusty stake and crossbow. Strange choices in these perilous times, indeed.
 

This graveyard pulses with the heartbeat of vampiric activity tonight, more undead rising from their graves than ever before. Will you recruit them into the fold of darkness, their loyalty pledged to The First? Or will you stand as their nemesis, driving a stake through their unbeating hearts? The choice looms before you, a decision that could tip the scales of this eternal conflict, determining whether you become their savior or their midnight snack.


A Party to Crash – The Odeon


Amidst the haunting melodies of an otherworldly band, The Odeon pulsates with the feverish energy of revelers seeking solace in food, drink, and a hell of a time. At the jumpstart of the bash, there’s no doubt you'll get to soak up some of that vibe. But lurking amidst the revelry, there's more than just party plans brewing.

If you've been getting those Slayer senses tinglin' 'bout the graveyard gig, hold onto your stakes 'cause The Odeon's gonna be jumpin' too. Within the shadowed halls of The Odeon, a palpable tension lingers, as The First Evil's malevolent design looms ominously over the unsuspecting patrons. In this twilight realm where the line between good and evil blurs, the clash between opposing forces is inevitable, and it's here, amidst the haunting melodies and whispered secrets, that the true test of one's training and arcane talents shall unfold.

 

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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-03-26 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Jack doesn't find it as funny, unfortunately. More like wearying. He considers the question about ghosts. "Upset is not always angry. I suppose any other strong emotion would do it, though," he muses. "I have only met a few ghosts, and most of them were very angry or very sad at the time. Except the one in the hotel. She was quite nice. We joked about tea and offering the forces of evil therapy."
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[personal profile] visionsinprada 2024-03-27 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Something like that," Cordelia murmured, opting to add the little 'C' necklace to the small collection of items in her hand opposite the bag arm. Underwear, a couple bralets, a cheap but cute watch, and sunglasses rounded out what Cordy could really budget for - especially if she wanted any drinks at the bar later.

As Mack rambled on, Cordelia was only half listening. Was this what it was like for Wesley, Angel, and Gunn? The seer didn't consider herself to be confounding but there was just a lot of information dumped in that story from the blonde.

"I have a lot of questions here but the most important one is. Ew, camping?" That remark is punctuated by a laugh when the girl asks Cordy about her actual destination. "Yep! LA was supposed to go back to being home for me but. Well. It sounded like it might be a long layover. This outfit isn't going to work but I also was working on a bit of budget. But like... some things you just don't thought you know?"

Mack wasn't the only one who could over share and talk the paint off a wall.
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[personal profile] visionsinprada 2024-03-27 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Cordelia had been dying to see a familiar face but the one she saw seemed... off. The look of love and relief in Fred's eyes when she reached for Cordy so quickly? It was as unexpected as the general personable way Fred was chatting on.

This wasn't the shy, apprehensive girl that Cordelia had been fleeing Plrtz Glrb. She was well put together, beaming when she did smile, and seemed entirely with it.

While Cordelia hadn't put two and two together, yet, she was willing to set it aside and return Fred's embrace. The air in this city felt so oppressive from the moment Cordelia had emerged into this world. The hug was stiff on the seer's end, lacking the affection she and Fred often shared later in their time together back in LA. But Cordelia let it linger nonetheless until Fred pulled back and started talking.

"Old?" The awkward smile slipped from Cordelia's face entirely. "Why do I suddenly get the feeling there's more going on than a bad location line in a spell?"
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[personal profile] theconsequences 2024-03-27 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Mack is realizing she is in too deep. The rapid Spanish leaves her losing the thread pretty quickly so she tries to pull out the keywords. She's got that his name is Jack and, somewhere in those questions, she's almost sure he asked about shapeshifting and a smart coyote. Mack is pretty sure even as a human she's probably levels out at 'intelligent coyote' anyway.

But the question about shapeshifting kind of excites her, and suddenly the worries about being a random girl are replaced with the desperation to be the center of attention. With another excited yip, Mack ducks down behind the gravestone.

There is silence for a handful of seconds before a roadrunner launches gracelessly from behind and lands on the top of the mossy marble before nearly toppling off again. Once Mack regains her balance, she stretches out her wings and points her beak at the sky as if to say 'Not just any shapeshifter, a cool shapeshifter!'
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-03-27 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Jack cranes his neck, a little confused as to why the coyote suddenly decided to disappear. He nearly falls back himself in surprise at the sudden roadrunner leaping up instead. It takes him a beat of blinking at her before he gets it and exclaims, "Wait, wait, is that you, too? You have multiple forms? Oh wow. That must take so much work to learn!" His own shapeshifting, after all, is really barely a shapeshift, and also not something he had to learn. Yay family curses?
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-28 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very inaccurate portrayal. I bet a lot of things you've been told aren't really true." They aren't mindless killers who rampage. "Just like I bet what I've been told about your kind isn't."

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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-28 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Merde.

Diana could hear the little beast in her head, scratching at the door, threatening to come out. When she got overwhelmed--usually by fear or anger--it was sometimes easier to just give in and regress. Except she could only do that in a world where she knew that one of her sisters was there to defend her.

Here? Here, Diana was alone.

Alone with a werewolf. And werewolf who was seeing through her in a way that she really didn't like.

Three seconds. That werewolf in Perth had cut apart a Brujah primogen in three seconds. And Diana was no Brujah. The only thing between them was a small table and some manners.

Manners, at lease, Diana knew how to maintain. Even when she was terrified. "People do tend to...make a lot of assumptions about me."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-28 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I had made those assumptions we wouldn't be talking, Diana." If he thought for a second she was a threat, that she was so corrupt she was a lost cause? He wouldn't be sitting at the table talking to her.

He fidgets with the ring on his finger, momentarily watching as he spun it around. Ash hates the secrets, the hiding. The fear his kind make others feel sets his jaw tight. He has a love hate relationship with fear. Some times he wants nothing more than to be the scariest motherfucker in the room. Other times he wishes he didn't make people feel fear.

Ash scoots his chair back and gives her a weak smile. "Think maybe it's best if I give you some space, yeah?"

Standing up he glances down at her. "Maybe I'll see you around."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-28 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jersey, huh?" He says with a half cocked grin. "Where in Jersey?" No, he is not going to tease him like every other New Yorker because he's from Jersey. Probably because he's not a native to the city. He never really understood all of that nonsense anyway. That smile quirks up just a little higher. "Best part of being the worst at something? Always room to improve." Ash sighs longingly. "Fuck, I miss surfing."

With Kavinsky's phone in his hand Ash adds his number then gives the phone back. "I don't have a dog or a grandma, sweetheart. So we'll get along just fine."

K has all of his attention as he tells him about dragons. Ash nods his head and grins. "Fuck, I love that. No one tells a dragon who it should be. Be a dragon, K. You have that vibe."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-29 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Atlantic City." Which might not have been his choice if he'd had a say in things, but his parents had been happy enough there. He guessed. He'd been happier with the beach and boardwalk, honestly. "Yeah, couldn't fuckin' surf in Virginia though, or else I woulda kept up with it." Maybe. "Can't even ask you to teach me anything, cause this is Ohio." He scrunched his face for a moment. "Where're you from?"

Taking his phone back, he set it face down on the table in front of him, so he wouldn't have to try shoving it into his pocket right now. "Shame though; dogs are pretty cool." Grandmas were supposedly cool too, sometimes, but he wouldn't know.

He felt warm in a way he didn't usually experience at being told to be a dragon. It was, somehow, one of the most positive things anyone had ever said to him. "I'm working on it. Maybe this city'll be good for me. For a while." Either for being able to be himself or sorting out his thoughts or even just for tattoos--though he technically didn't need other people for the last one.
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-29 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
She frowned down at the tabletop a moment. In the dark moments when she actually imagined an encounter with a real werewolf, this wasn't how it went.

...thank God.

Her eyes flicked up to him again, less afraid and more...openly curious. "I'm...glad," she said slowly. "Glad that we could get past some assumptions."

It was a start, anyway.

"I would...like to see you again. Sometime."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-29 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It is impossible not to smile. Even if she seems a little nervous her enthusiasm and smile are like a lightbulb being turned on in dark room. Physically he can take up a lot of space and he likes to lounge and spread out. He shifts just enough to make sure she has space when she sits beside him.

He shakes his head. "I have explored the inside of The Odeon. That's about it." Ash glances at the doors of the hotel. "How far is this science center?"
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-29 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
His smile is open and inviting when she looks up at him. "I'd like that too." Like her he's curious. She isn't what he expected and he wants to know more.

"I'm staying at the Doubletree." Ash runs his fingers through his flop of hair. "Don't be a stranger, Diana."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-29 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good point." Upset could be a lot of things. He agreed with that. Anger is just the first thing he thinks. He would be pissed if he were a ghost. Stuck and unable to really affect the world. "The forces of evil could use therapy. Think we could round up a therapist?"
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-29 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Born in California. Malibu area. Moved to New York a little over a decade ago." He loves the beach and the water. It's obvious with the way his eyes light up just mentioning surfing. "Gonna have to find a way to get to some kind of water. We'll make it happen. You skateboard?"

Ashley grins as he runs his fingers through his flop of hair. "I'm definitely a dog person. Go as far as to say they are my spirit animal."

Can't just come right out and tell someone hey, I'm a werewolf without possibly ruining the conversation. Or being looked at like he's crazy. He'll tease about it in his own way. Maybe drop hints. Ash hates that he has to keep it secret. The most important part of who he is and he's not suppose to share it.

"You want to get out of here? Go wander and check this place out?"
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-30 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cool. I've never been over that way, to California." Or New York, really. "Sorta been planning on doing some traveling after graduation, though. See more of the States, go overseas." There were so many places he wanted to go, so many things he wanted to see.

"I dunno if lakes are really the same, but-" but he was pretty sure Lake fucking Erie or something should have been close to Cleveland. In the next breath, he laughed. "Not really. Got a friend who'll talk for hours about skateboarding if you give him the chance, though. He's pretty good. When he's not trying to show off." By which he meant, when Skov wasn't being a dumbass. But he meant it affectionately, at any rate.

He made a thoughtful noise. "So, like me and dragons." He grinned, though it faded after a moment. "I've always wanted a dog. A rottweiler, maybe, or like, a goofy golden retriever that's full of so much love it's got no room for anything else." He wasn't especially picky though, really; he'd take any dog if there was an opportunity for it.

"Abso-fucking-lutely." He didn't even need to think about his answer. The Odeon was fine and all, but sometimes sitting still made him feel like he was about to combust, and now was one of those times.
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-03-31 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"We are in Cleveland, supposedly," Jack says. "I don't see why we couldn't find a therapist. I was mostly just thinking about trying to be a good listener, myself, but someone trained at it would probably be better," he muses. "Mostly I was trying to think of how I could protect anyone when I can't really fight."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-04-01 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't need to fight to be useful. You know your way around ghosts. How did you come by that knowledge?" Ash thinks intelligence is just as important as brawn, even in a fight. The right preparation and research ahead of time could tip the scales in a fight that wasn't evenly matched.
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-04-01 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"College graduation?" He asks, brows raised.

Ash chuckles and shakes his head. "Not the same but we can make a lake work. Nothing like a bonfire on a beach, even if that beach is at a lake." He smirks at the description of K's friend. "I won't talk your ear off about it, I swear. Easy way to commute around a crowded, busy city. And I like to ride anything I can make go fast or is dangerous."

Not that he has a death wish or anything. Ashley is an advocate for living life. Enjoying it. If he was born to die fighting a war between good and evil he will enjoy every minute between the battles. He loves to travel and is a thrill seeker. Loves to revel in the aspects of humanity that are worth fighting for.

As he stands up he stretches out, still completely unbothered by not having his shirt on. "I've been told I'm a golden retriever." Which he very aggressively denied. Even if it is mostly true. Sure, he could rip a vampire apart in a matter of seconds. He is also annoyingly affectionate, often forgets about personal space, and loves until he has nothing left to give. "Or a cinnamon roll. Whatever that means."

He knows exactly what it means. Ash gives K's shoulder a light bump before heading toward the doors. "Think we should avoid the cemetery."
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[personal profile] theconsequences 2024-04-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Most of that goes completely over her head, so Mack responds by stretching her wings out in a manner somewhat resembling a shrug. As novel as all this is, not being able to communicate correctly is sucking some of the fun out of it. The roadrunner hops down behind the gravestone again, and another long moment passes before he will see a girl with blonde and pink hair poke up from behind it. She grins at him before she ducks back down again to rifle through her bag and find some clothing. For the time being, she is just a disembodied voice in a graveyard.

"FYI, my Spanish is trash." Her arms make a brief appearance while she struggles into a sweatshirt. "If you want me to follow, you gotta slow down, amigo."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-04-02 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure." He answered without hesitation, and it wasn't technically a lie--though he didn't have anything against lying when needed--because he would absolutely travel more after graduating college. If he made it that far.

"Love bonfires, though somehow I've never had one on a beach." Probably because he'd been too young when he'd still lived in Jersey, and Henrietta wasn't known for its beaches. "Don't think I'd mind even if you did talk my ear off. It's nice when someone's passionate about something." And who was he to dampen a friend's enthusiasm? "I prefer cars, myself."

He swiped his phone off the table as he got up, pocketing it and then Ash's shirt, which he was still completely willing to give back, at any point. He couldn't help also being curious about how long he'd be allowed to hold onto it, though he didn't have any intentions of keeping it.

Kavinsky didn't get what being a cinnamon roll meant, since it was unfortunately after his time, but he grinned all the same. "Maybe 'cause you look good enough to eat? I could see the golden retriever bit, too."

Following along, he was a split-second away from saying how cemeteries were actually sort of peaceful, before he remembered a few scraps of information he'd learned since ending up in Ohio. "The one here, yeah. Probably. Better not to push our luck."
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-04-04 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I tend to, er, follow a lot of rumors about supernatural things," Jack admits, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the door, meaning the general outside world. "A lot of them turn out to be nothing, or just something normal, but sometimes it is something else. Sometimes I can help. Sometimes not, but I cannot know that until I find out what the problem is."
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-04-04 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Aha! Now she can speak back! Jack gives her an excited smile, back, when she grins at him, though it turns more sheepish when she speaks. Not that she can see it yet. "Oh. Sorry. I speak English, too, if that is easier." He's guessing it will be, since it's the one she chose. Spanish is clearly his own native language, given the accent in his English. "And a few other languages, some better than others."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-04-04 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure." Ash repeats, sounding very amused as he yet again bumps his shoulder up against the others. College or high school, either one made K very young compared to his near ninety years.

He can't help but to grin at that. Cars. Yeah, he's a car guy. His grandfather invented the steam engine and coined the term horsepower. Not that he could say that just yet without revealing everything about himself. "Talk to me about cars. Talk my ear off."

Ash looks down at himself then back at Kavinsky. He's smirking and licks his lips. "Going to take a bite out of me, sweetheart?"

Outside he heads in the direction of a park he saw. Not the cemetery. He would agree that they are usually peaceful places. Calm. This one felt like something else. "Just walking past it felt...wrong. Like something was waiting."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-04-06 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
He had a feeling that amusement might mean Ash saw through his ruse of being in college, but he wasn't particularly bothered. He felt he was legally obligated, while they were still inside the Odeon, at least, to keep up his story of being old enough to drink.

Laughing, he considered that for a moment. "Are you sure about that? I might not shut up; I love cars." He might not have had a lot of mechanical knowledge, but that didn't stop him from being enthusiastic.

"I might," he added with a grin. "I have been known to bite." Just as much as he liked being bitten.

He made a noise that was somewhere between thoughtful and noncommittal. So many things since his arrival were blurring together already. He knew he'd passed by the cemetery himself, earlier, but he only had vague memories of the way it'd made him feel. "I guess so, yeah. I wasn't really paying attention before."

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