dysprosooc | TEST DRIVE ; no. 2

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TEST DRIVE ; no. 2

TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to Dyspros' second test drive meme! We're happy that you're interested in the game, and we hope that you have some fun playing with the setting, regardless of whether you decide to join or not.

As a general reminder, we recommend that you look over the game information before jumping in. In addition, if you decide you're ready to join, you're welcome to put in a reserve, and applications will open on June 8th at 12:01 AM (EST). Finally, if you have any questions or concerns, please send us a message!

So now, without further ado, let's get to playing:

A ; NEW RECRUIT
Well then, welcome to the guild, Initiate! After some thought (or maybe the choice was obvious), you've finally settled on a guild, and you're ready to get started. You're welcome to check out your accommodations and see what kind of people you'll be living with for the foreseeable future. This is your home now, so hopefully you get alone with them. If not, then you can just spend all of your time sharpening your skills!

Whether you're just claiming your bed or you're jumping right into the thick of things to practice or sign up for a mission, a new recruit is unlikely to go unnoticed.
B ; MISSION TIME
It's your first mission, which is pretty exciting, right? You have all these pictures in your head of going off to fight a dragon, to come home with great riches and valor...

Haha, fat chance.

No, you're stuck with your partner checking things off Mage Guildmaster Ossidia's shopping list. Lizard tails, pig hearts, bird feathers—seriously, can't she get these things herself? But then you get to the stranger items on the list: a lock of natural pink hair, the saliva of a glutton, the tears of a male virgin... Don't ask. Get to work!
C ; STORM THE CASTLE
Okay, the missions for initiates are pretty lame, and you're ready for some real fighting. You can go alone, or you can go with some other people, but it's off to Castle Dyspros! You'll find a variety of creatures to fight, and the power of teamwork will help you make progress through the castle!

Or you'll die. There's that too. Good thing it's fairly inconsequential, if weird!

Either way, have fun fighting to your heart's content!
D ; PICK YOUR OWN
Just like it says, if none of the others appeal to you, feel free to make up your own prompt!

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option b;

[For someone who is supposed to be the assassin class to make it easier for information gathering, Noiz actually doesn't seem to be hiding about at all. In fact, he has a list in hand of things he needs to get, and instead of hiding in shadows--he's hiding in the crowd instead. Call it another tactic, but really it just didn't seem worth it to try and be discreet over something like this.

Over a shopping list.

He stares blankly at the list, seemingly uncaring, though really he's bored already.

Yet, there's a few items on here that seem out of place--]

option c;

[This is much more entertaining. There's a cocky smirk on Noiz's face as he steps into the next room. Whoever he's with will have to deal with him running off ahead, sadly, because it's just a bad habit he has. At least in this case he won't go 100% missing.

Still, before anyone actually arrives he's rushing forward, aiming to punch the living daylights out of what's up ahead.]

Edited 2013-06-02 19:03 (UTC)

B.
[ he's just gotten this mission assigned to him, and is looking over the details with displeasure. never had he expected the terms would be as his own Legion's expeditions, but he'd at least like to think he was of more use than he could possibly be piddling through a grocery store for some woman's shopping list. these items, though... they weren't quite what he had anticipated. ]

...The saliva of a glutton? Gross.

C.
[ death had never been an option, nor a concern. these foes, though he would not underestimate their strength, were hardly on par with the titans. on his first sight of them, the disappointment he had felt had been palpable. but nonetheless, if they pose a threat and he has the means to take them down, he'll consider it his duty for the time being. a castle is no place for a mount, so adverse to his chosen class, Levi strides around the castle on his feet. also adverse to it are the twin blades he carries, but he'd let no restrictions tie him down to a weapon he was less capable with.

as of now, said twin blades are ripping into a monster, not a hint of either fear or enjoyment on their owner's face. ]

B;

[This is ridiculous.

Rise keeps walking amongst the crowd, stopping and staring at the list. Walking, stopping and staring. More walking and more staring. She's brand new to this place, and secretly the large city makes her a little nervous and scared to get lost (she's been spending too much time in the little town of Inaba apparently). But even coming from a small town, the Performer knows that quite a few of these items can't be found in a regular store.

Finally she just groans in frustration. Seriously, what the heck kind of shopping list is this.]

Pig tails and lizard hearts? This is so lame. Why can't she tell us where to find these? Or better yet, get them herself?! Gee...

D;

[So to say that Rise was nervous about these missions was a little bit of an understatement. Sure, she would be going in a group, but it wouldn't be the group that she knows. Without Senpai and the others, she was a tad bit nervous to go with the other adventurers. What if they bailed on her and left her to fend for herself? What if these new found powers didn't work as well as they should?

She has been curious about being a Bard now, but she won't risk a mission in order to find out. So she's out and about in the shopping district, trying to find someone who doesn't look too busy to experiment on.]

[The saliva of a glutton.... the saliva of a glutton... Well -- technically, he's been called a glutton, if glutton meant someone who consumed voracious amounts of food on a daily basis, then yeah, he would count right!? Except, he's not sure he wants Ossidia using his saliva in any of her weird experiments. He's rightfully wary of experiments, thanks to Komui.]

[Allen squints at his own copy of the list, before glancing at Levi.]

What do you suppose she's planning on making with these...?

A! at the seven titans;;

[there is a mournful looking boy staring at his empty bowl in front of him. He's not accustomed to eating this little, especially after being spoiled by the Black Order's cafeteria. Allen glances around, stomach growling nonstop since an hour ago, and sidles over to the nearest person with food. Hopeful eyes are a go--]

Um, pardon me, but are you going to finish that?

D!

[despite it usually being fairly quiet during the day in the silverbourne district, home of the entertainer guilds, today there seems to be some commotion. A clown, neither bard or dancer, has taken the stage in the center of the square today with his ball-balancing and juggling acts. Allen's been at this for a week or so thanks to still being hesitant about joining a guild, and he might be able to pull it off for a day more, that is, if he gets tipped well!]

[He vaults off the ball and lands neatly on the floor to scattered applause. Oh, and now he's holding out his cap to the nearest person. Feel like tipping a clown?? Or stealing from one?? Or just asking if he's a reject from the performer's guild?? He'll field your questions, as long as he gets something out of it!]

[ see, he was thinking something more along the lines of a human-eating monster, but if your ordinary voracious human would be sufficient, then it was a far easier task (though still disgusting). he takes another glance to the piece of paper before replying, as if to scrutinize what anyone could possibly want this stuff for. ]

Something despicable, obviously.

A.

[ Between the Pugilists and the Berserkers, Eren had a difficult time choosing between what he felt fit him the most. He hated that the Berserker class actually suited him in terms of what powers he'd like to have, because the word held implications about his overall personality. He had always been teased for being reckless and he did score relatively low on strategy, but he'd like to think he had more control over himself than that -- he was simply driven.

But it didn't matter. The offense he took to it was minuscule compared to his determination to learn more about this new world. Though, without Armin by his side, he felt a little guilty being able to experience a new land.

Anyway, META aside, Eren has chosen Pugilists as his class/guild, though it took a bit of convincing on Mikasa's part. The set-up of the housing is a little jarring for him since the architecture is so different from what he's used to.

And since he has no knowledge of any Asian culture, he steps up and into a room without removing his shoes, scanning the area until his eyes meet another person's. ]

Hey! [ He gives a small wave after a bit of hesitation; he had almost saluted the individual out of habit instead. ] Excuse me... Is this the right way to the bathrooms...? [ He lifts a tentative hand as he gestures to the next door. His hands are filthy with a bit of dirt. ]

B.

[ Now, what the hell kind of mission is this?! Upon coming to this strange world, he figured his general purpose was to eradicate the monsters -- not do errands for a bunch of civilians who could hire just about anyone they wanted to. But as a soldier, Eren knew better than to argue with his superiors.

So whoever he's with, they'll find that he's not complaining despite how cranky he looks. He gives the list a hard, pointed look of scrutiny as he tries to decipher the meaning of the ingredients.

This sounds almost familiar, since he's heard of medicinal recipes that require ingredients that make no sense. Still, the tears of a virgin? A lock of natural pink hair? The first one was at least possible, but the second was unheard of.

He throws his partner a glance before turning away. ] Where are we gonna find all this stuff?

C.

[ Hey, guess what? Eren is terrible with teamwork, even though he's generally nice towards his squad. He has a bad habit of acting out of impulse, so before anyone can even begin to plan a strategy, he's already storming through the hall towards the first monster.

It's just a STANDERPIGNON, so it's just settled there, looking like a mushroom. Eren is going to tear that shit to pieces and go overboard. Please stop him before he makes any noises that might attract other monsters? ]

Edited 2013-06-03 06:17 (UTC)

[ Gross indeed. Eren looks a little nervous, though it's ambiguous as to why he is. Maybe it's the fact that the note blatantly listed "tears of a virgin"? Which is what he is? ]

Do you think we could just use anyone's spit? How is she gonna know who it belongs to?

[ as Eren shows his dismay, recognition lights up in Levi's eyes, barely visible against an otherwise unchanged expression. some of these things he's still at a loss for, but it occurs to him that he has a potential candidate to acquire at least two samples from. ]

I imagine her concoction won't work if the ingredients are disingenuous.

[ so if he's really going to put his all into such a humdrum mission, they have to be real. the best method is obvious. ]

[ without further ado, there's a foot flying towards Eren's face all too familiarly. no one said he couldn't get him to accept first, but that's just not the way Levi does things. if it got the result they needed, in the end, shouldn't he understand it was for the sake of the mission?

in other words, please cry for him, Eren. ]

HUH?! [ Is all he can get out as his line of vision meets with the very heel of his boot --

HONESTLY, THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY (HOWEVER SLIM IT MAY BE) THAT HE COULD NOT BE A VIRGIN?!!!!!! WHAT ABOUT MIKASA???

But of course, Levi is too good of an observer to make such a wrong guess.

Anyway, Eren goes flying, a grunt tearing through his chest as he lands on his back. Immediately, he rolls to the side to draw his knees up to shield himself from further damage. His hand cups over his already reddening cheek as he looks up at Levi with frantic eyes!

I-it's goofy time. ]

[ sorry. he would have explained but... why bother. it's not like he knows one-hundred percent whether Eren is or isn't a virgin, but he's pretty confident that he is. he's awfully focused on killing titans to be spending his time fooling around with anyone, and is still relatively young. it's just obvious.

following Eren the few steps away that he lands, he raises his boot to slam it back down into his shoulder. Levi's expression is utterly impassive as he stares back down at his frightened eyes. he rears back to kick his side, attempting to force him to change his defensive pose. this is, of course, all done while casually holding the shopping list in one hand. ]

Stay still, you trash.

[ he's just adding to the authentic effect, ok... ]

[ The force of the kick actually manages to wind Eren, his breath leaving him in a sharp gasp. He can barely wrap his mind around the situation let alone think of anything coherent to say. He tries to roll over to evade the next kick, but ends up getting hit anyway. OWWW -- Fortunately Eren's threshold for pain is very high and he doesn't cry just yet -- despair is the only thing that actually brings tears to his eyes.

He tries to roll over again, this time planting his hands down against the ground to quickly get up to his feet. Of course, Levi will probably be quicker. ]

[ Hey, guess what? Eren is terrible with teamwork

Hey, guess what? Eren is terrible with teamwork

Hey, guess what? Eren is terrible with teamwork

Wow, you don't say. Jean would never have guessed, having seen Eren get carried away plenty of times, and knowing that it's caused the sacrifices of plenty of comrades. He wasn't one to contest this aloud, let alone hold it against Eren, when he felt the weight of unnecessary sacrifice on his own shoulders.

What bothered him more or less was the way Eren lost himself in the heat of battle. He couldn't relate to it, being in it only for survival and no thrill of kill, and as his comrade it both concerned and angered him.

Jean had been trying to call Eren to attention, but his voice had come out rather low from his bewilderment at Eren's nature. Now, he decides to take a more physical, proactive stance to put a stop to the overkill on... a goddamn mushroom, dismounting and quickly moving in to stop Eren's rampage by grabbing his wrist when he's in mid-swing. ]

Cut it out! [ He'll use both hands to grab his arm now, because Eren's strong and he doesn't want to be thrown back at all. ] You're going to draw more attention to us with this excessive shit!

[ what a damn shame. he'd chosen physical discipline (his favorite) over verbally berating him because he didn't think he had a chance with the latter. Eren had seen the same hell he had. there was little material that wouldn't cross into personal territory that he'd hold Levi begrudgingly accountable for later that he could use. since it had seemed like the best choice, he won't be stopping until he gets it or many attempts go awry.

though he's using only his feet, it doesn't hinder his ability to follow and interfere with Eren's movements especially from the advantage of standing over him. trying to stand gains him one boot to one of the hands he braces himself with and none too gently. ]

[ Eren had just been trying to get the job done, okay! Any thought he had before stepping into the lower levels of the castle had dissipated as adrenaline kicked in, so he hadn't exactly utilized any foresight.

The grab of his arm makes him freeze up, his eyes growing wide as he begins to turn on his heel to face Jean. ] Jean? [ HOW DARE YOU!! STOP ME! But his words were so reasonable he couldn't find the nerve to actually dispute them.

Just as his attention turns, the dying mushroom spews a puff of poison in the direction of his face. It's a last resort, as well as revenge for its own life...

The ugly face sitting on the head of the mushroom twists, a smile gracing its crusty, bloodied lips as it closes its eyes, falling into a permanent slumber... Both peaceful and satisfied.

Meanwhile, Eren is shouting in surprise, weapon dropping from his hand as he reels away from the offending sting of the smoke. His hands fly up to his face to clutch over his eyes, tears already streaming down his face. ]

Edited 2013-06-03 07:20 (UTC)

[ He was in the same "class" as the Lance Corporal, but only by name. Even with officiated equal ranking, Jean couldn't consider himself on par with the slayer, and was often at a loss on how to communicate with him, let alone fight beside him.

He's taken to falling back and acting as an unofficial guard for Levi, though Jean's not quite sure the man needed it. It was a bit embarrassing, to feel so useless, but he figures it's best to attempt to come in handy than not even try. The shorter man before him represented home, and as Jean watched him effortlessly tear into a monster, he merely grips his blades and stands tense, wondering what he could even do to assist. The guy seemed to have it under control, and there was no other creature advancing in sight. He felt odd to be content just to watch, and joining in when Levi did all of the heavy lifting would just make him look like a loser.

So he just like stares... over his shoulder. ]

[ OWW!? Eren cries out in pain as the bottom of his boot crushes his hand in a devastating blow. His entire body quakes, tremors running through his arms as he tries to hold himself upright despite the throbbing pain shooting up through the entire limb. ] C-corporal Levi! [ WHY!!! ] Why!!

[ In a last ditch attempt to rectify the situation, he looks up at him with wide eyes, expression pained. WHY ARE YOU BETRAYING HIM?! His chest is heavy with all sorts of emotion, but it only fuels him to try and gain some footing on the other. His other free hand makes a grab for the strap wrapped around his thigh, using it to try and pull himself up whilst ripping his hand out from underneath him. He uses all the momentum gained from the action to try and trip his attacker... EFF YOU BUD! ]

[ Jean pays no mind to the mushroom's last dying...smile of vengeance, and instead thinks quickly on the spot as he always does. He wastes no time when Eren's hit with the poison to grab his canteen of water, pulling on Eren's hair and reeling his head in to pour it on to his face. Immediately, he's trying to use his cloak to rub at it. ]

Calm-- calm down! Hold still! [ GOD HE WANTS TO BLAME EREN FOR THIS SO BAD. AND WANTS HIM TO SHUT UP AND NOT BE SO LOUD. ]

[ LMFAO, all Eren can do is clutch at the front of the cloak, burying his face in it as he hisses out a string of slurs. Before he can do anything else, however, he suddenly whirls around to have a coughing fit... and then

you know

puke...

and involuntarily cry from the sting of the poison. puke and cry.

He braces his weight with his hand against the wall, arm pressing over his mouth once he's done. He feels sick... and weak! ]

[ in name, yes, they are equals. and to tell the truth, Levi doesn't particularly consider himself better than anyone else level with him by name because that kind of foolishness would get even the best soldiers killed. with Jean, however, whom he knew as a new initiate to the Legion prior to this, he can't quite seem to drop the Corporal act. he's demanding enough even without it, but at least he wouldn't otherwise harbor expectations.

his blade cuts cleanly and short work is made of the fight. Levi pulls his sword back with a grimace towards monster remains. it seems like he's preoccupied, busily getting to wiping the blade with a cloth produced from his jacket, but he's still apparently quite keen on Jean somewhere behind him. ]

Let's trade places.

Shit. [ Jean mutters, gaze averting anxiously as Eren pukes pathetically on to the floor. He's used to the sound of that splatter by now, and just grips the back of Eren's shirt roughly. He's not sure if it's for comfort or because he's on edge, but he knows Eren's state is heading towards deterioration, and he might even be incapacitated for the rest of the mission.

Which sucked for him, because Eren was incredibly useful when he wasn't doing something stupid to compromise his own safety or the safety of others. ]

You need water. [ He slips his arm around him with a small amount of reluctance, trying to pry him away from the wall. ] My steed is just over there, back at the entrance. [ Like...wtf. He wants to lecture Eren so bad right now. He's going to. It's too tempting not to tell him what an idiot he is, but he has to make sure he's okay first -- or at least going to be. ]

[ He's feeling weaker by the second, and all sensation in his body seems to be leaving him as his consciousness begins to waver. Still holding his arm against his mouth, all he can do is weakly nod in accordance to Jean's directions. He tries to move one leg out in front of him to begin walking, but all movement from here on is going to be sluggish. Once they reach the entrance and the horse, he passes out. LMFAO. EREN IS SO FAIL. ]

[ Jean's gaze had scanned their surroundings with a mild bout of paranoia. At this point, he'd much rather fight other humans than monsters of any kind. He was sick of how unpredictable they were in comparison.

Levi's voice startles his attention forward and hits him with a wave of disbelief for a brief moment. ] Trade...?

[ Yes. Lance Corporal wanted him to take the offense, and was going to guard, right? With that in mind, he honestly felt very safe, even if he felt confident enough that he could take on whatever came his way. It was close range fighting, and up until recently, Jean hadn't used it much outside of training. It was going to be a bit of a challenge. ]

Right! Yeah... [ He nods, quickly stepping in front of Levi and holding out his blades. He casts a glance over his shoulder and down at him, knowing better than to comment on his weird, compulsory habits. Whatever worked for the guy obviously worked. What matters was if you were good at staying alive or not. ]

I think I saw one head around that corner. To the left.

[ it's also a shame that he's too dense to figure it out on his own, but he had assumed it would be like this, and besides his own impatience, that's why he hadn't given him forewarning. he should get the point soon enough, if he'll cry, because that will be the end of it. it does make a mess of things though, when he tries to fight back, but apparently he's still not deserving of an explanation either.

due to his quick thinking per the fight they're having right now, Eren is able to get to his feet. once he does though, there's little chance of tripping Levi up, as he uses the opportunity to do much the same. using Eren himself to retain his balance, he grabs a hand to his shoulder and lifts his leg opposite the one that had been pinning his hand to attempt to knee him in the stomach. ]

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TEST DRIVE ; no. 2

noiz | dramatical murder | assassin class | ota!

LEVI ❋ ATTACK ON TITAN ❋ CAVALIER CLASS

Rise Kujikawa | Persona 4 | Bard Class

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Allen Walker | d.gray-man | paladin class/none

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Eren Jaeger | Attack on Titan | PUGILIST (disciple)

B for BAD ASS

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blah blah C C C C C !!!

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c for .... coocoo

C...just to be different

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dramatic mushroom death...

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