Test Drive

[jarredforlife]

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

Info write-ups for Court! Feel free to poke me if you need more info.

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

[dreamvour]

[she raises both eyebrows, then snorts]

I'm not a child.

[jarredforlife]

When you get to be my age, all teenagers look like kids, kid.

[dreamvour]

[Baku looks him up and down, unimpressed]

Your age? How old is that, I wonder.

[jarredforlife]

It's pretty old.

[he looks like he's in his twenties]

[dreamvour]

"Pretty old" is subjective.

[now she's just being difficult]

[jarredforlife]

[maybe he'll just be difficult back]

Yeah, it really is.

[dreamvour]

[she loves it when they play along]

I wonder if you're older or younger than I am.

[jarredforlife]

[I updated the info post with info on pings he can sense if you want to take a look. o/]

Buy me some cigarettes and I'll tell you.

[dreamvour]

[she is going to have so much fun with him, then]

Give me money and I will.

[jarredforlife]

[yer a wizard, Baku!]

That's going to be a problem . . .

[dreamvour]

. . . you don't have any? [she sighs] What sort of man comes down here without?

[jarredforlife]

I didn't ask to not have any money on me.

[dreamvour]

[she scoffs, and slings her bookbag off her shoulder to check what she has]

You'd better pay me back.

[jarredforlife]

Sure, sure. Might be a while though. I can't mug anyone until it gets dark.

[dreamvour]

[she pulls out a small wallet, a few keyrings dangling from it, and purses her lips as she pulls out what he'll need.

Then she holds it out to him with a stern expression]

I hope you're joking.

[jarredforlife]

[tries to take the money as quickly as possible so she can't change her mind]

If it'll ease your conscience when I hand you mysteriously acquired funds tomorrow, sure.

[dreamvour]

[she lets him take it, though her expression doesn't change]

I don't have a conscience.

[jarredforlife]

[yay money. stuffs in pocket and starts looking for the nearest place that looks like it sells cigarettes.]

No? Just as well then.

[dreamvour]

[she slings her bookbag over her shoulder again. Looks like there may be somewhere across the street?]

It's human. [she shrugs]

[jarredforlife]

[heading over]

They do seem to crop up pretty regularly among them, don't they?

[dreamvour]

It's not something I've ever sought to understand.

[jarredforlife]

Me neither . . . ?

Aren't you human though . . .

[dreamvour]

[she looks up at him, head tilted and lips twitching upward, amused]

You can't tell?

[jarredforlife]

You're not a witch or something . . .

[dreamvour]

I'm not.