Test Drive

[jarredforlife]

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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

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[dreamvour]

[congratulations, you've approached a teenaged girl. Or . . . what looks like a teenaged girl. If he's able to see past that, then it's actually more of a "form" she's taken then anything, to hide her true form.

There's a polite response on her lips before she actually looks at him, and the words die on her lips before she manages anything. Her expression changes from politely surprised at being addressed to suddenly serious]

. . . it's a habit I could never get into, so no. I don't have any.

[malignstar]

[ The man he approaches doesn't appear particularly interested in conversing with him, as he flips through a magazine, making critical noises here and there at the trash that passes for reading nowadays. He's dressed in a fine black business suit, with a dark red tie that would match his eyes, were they not skillfully hidden behind a tinted pair of reading glasses, which turns them to a darker brown instead. True to form, he also sports a pair of black gloves that look as though they were just purchased (maybe a few decades ago). The silver chain of a pocket watch also peeks out of the corner of his suit pocket.

To a human, he would hardly seem out of the ordinary. But to someone like Barakiel, there might be a sense of more than meets the eye. Especially the slight scent of fresh fire about him, a muted version of what one would find around a fireplace. ]

2, I apologize in advance for this one (and also that it's late)

[wethrinaer]

[well this is a surprise, and . . . well, maybe it's pleasant, maybe it isn't. He hasn't quite decided that far yet.

He doesn't sit up, but he does lift a hand to rub at his face]

One would think the latter would make me undead, rather than alive again. And I hear those sorts are a bit of a nasty bunch.

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[offscript]

[pauses when he asks, then pats their pocket]

You know, I just might.

[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.