Test Drive

[jarredforlife]

[NOTE: changed the info link to reflect info shuffling in my posts.]

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Prompt 1: Everyday Life

[A nondescript man pats down his pockets, frowns, and then heads your way with purpose.]

So . . . Don't suppose I could get a smoke off of you?

Prompt 2: I Can't Believe It's Not Thusia

[Your character has died! And then . . . woken up in some cold stone room full of weird shrines??? Plus some strange dude is sitting next to you, puffing lightly on a cigarette.]

Oh, you're awake? Then welcome back to the land of the living. Or to the land of the re-living. Still not sure how the terminology works there.

Prompt 3: You Make Up A Scenario

[You make up a scenario.]

Comments

[jarredforlife]

That's the spirit.

[wethrinaer]

Yes, well, if they pull someone like me in, I'm certain a few more unsavory folk will make their appearance as well.

[jarredforlife]

Just thinking about that. Sharing realms and everything. I've never had a sibling except in the case that means nothing.

[dreamvour]

It isn't really being related, but it comes in handy.

The Spider Woman is the one who created dreamcatchers - they're popular in the west. She lets me devour the dreams that get caught.

[a wry look, and a shrug] It keeps me from eating too many of one human's dream.

[offscript]

Not yet.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He was selecting tangerines at a fruit stand. One can never buy enough tangerines, or so he believes. Naturally, the man so nonchalantly heading in his direction is enough to make his heart leap in his chest. And the talk about smoke feels almost like a veiled accusation, doesn't it? Why, he didn't burn anything this time!

It takes him a few more seconds, and some gratuitous tangerine squeezing, to realize what the nondescript man actually wants from him.]

I do not smoke, sir.

[jarredforlife]

[since you are an angel! your ~angelic sight~ will be able to see that this nondescript man in fact has a lot of weird magic circles and sigils on his bare skin; they cover his bare hands and forearms (where his sleeves have been rolled up) and seem to continue up his arms and peek up around his neck over the collar of his shirt. His face is free, the rest of his body is covered in clothes.

assume he is in whatever Kevin is from and is wearing a very messy version of whatever is typical clothing for men :V]

[anyway, eyebrows are slooooowly rising at that reaction]

No?

[senseandcecilbility]

N-no!

[Seriously, Kevin didn't sound defensive at all. Also, his eyes clearly say: "Why are you wearing a corpse? You are a bloody abomination!" Mister Corpse also needs a better maid, or any maid, which doesn't improve Kevin's opinion on his fellow... something.

He pays for the tangerines, tucks them all in a wicker basket and brings them very close to his chest, lest they get infected by unsanitary worms of death. ]

[jarredforlife]

[Barakiel is admittedly somewhat startled by this reaction because you're an angel aren't you...? Shouldn't you be used to the sight of this corpse-wearing and such?]

Then could I prevail upon your charity and ask for a bit of money so I can buy some cigarettes for myself?

[jarredforlife]

I'll survive with what I have until "not yet" is over then.

[jarredforlife]

Unsavory . . . Well, they haven't seemed particularly discerning to me so far, so you're probably right.

[jarredforlife]

Variety is the spice or life or something, right?

[offscript]

So tell me...

What are you doing here?

[jarredforlife]

To be honest, I'm not entirely sure . . .

[senseandcecilbility]

[He is more used to the sight of living people-wearing, see. Corpse-wearing is something a demon would do.]

You ought to be careful about such habits.

[Says the angel who is addicted to gambling.]

...Are you unemployed?

[It is not like mendicancy is unheard of among angels. However, it is usually a ruse to test a human's virtue, and the stranger really sounds like he means it.]

[offscript]

Oh? That's a puzzle.

[jarredforlife]

You don't know the half of it.

[jarredforlife]

[at least the previous owner of this body was finished using it when I took it over!]

Would I be prevailing upon your charity if I was employed?

[offscript]

Try me.

[jarredforlife]

Well, the last thing I remember is being vessel-free and slowly tortured to death, which--[gestures at his body]--is obviously not the case right now.

[offscript]

I'd say this is a step up though.

[jarredforlife]

After what's happened, there isn't much that wouldn't be.

[offscript]

What were you being tortured for?

[jarredforlife]

Give me a second cigarette and I'll tell you.

[offscript]

That can be arranged.