Test Drive Meme!

[paradisamods]

TEST DRIVE MEME Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Whether you're considering joining paradisa for the first time or you just want to test out a new muse, this is the place to do it. Only character journals allowed, please! Feel free to have your character roam any of the castle's rooms, grounds locations, or City Royale. Thanks for your interest, and have fun! Premise: You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

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[bigbadvigilante]

-He scores! And the crowd goes wil-

[One of those rapid shots actually manages to hit one of the hockey sticks on his back. Casey's eyes go wide as he turns back to see one of his prized sticks in splinters.]

You leather-licker! Do you know how hard it is to get a good East-Man Stick like that!? You're gonna get the smack down of a life time for that!

[If Motherfucker looked like a 80's glam rock festival mixed with a fetishist convention, then Casey looked like someone who got in a fight with sports store and paint shop and lost as he roller-bladed out out into the open.]

[mistconduct]

[Chris is far too distracted trying to shove more bullets into his gun to pay much attention to the very real threat hanging out above him. He yells back as he arms himself]

Fuck off, creep! You don't know who the hell you're messing with! The Motherfucker's come to town and he's here to kick ass and take names!

[The rant is momentarily forgotten as he finally looks up and gets a good, long view of Casey skating into view]


...You've got to be shitting me.

[bigbadvigilante]

No, you don't know who you're messing with fetish face. But I'll tell you this; Casey Jones doesn't take kindly to people messing up his stuff or his swanky new hangout. You went and did both those things!

[Casey's just going to start skating circles around Chris for now, like a shark waiting for the best chance to strike.

[mistconduct]

[The skating thing is beginning to freak Chris out as much as it is bizarrely funny. He eyes Casey, before deciding to make his break for the door, running when he sees a gap. No way is he sticking around for this nonsense]

Fuck off back to the Olympics, Boitano!

[bigbadvigilante]

[Casey will dart after Chris as he makes a break for the door. He'll try to hook his stick around one of Chris' ankles to trip him up.]

Woah hey now! You can't go home just yet, the games are just about to start.

Besides, we haven't even got to the best part yet, Casey Jones versus his first super villain, this is going to be awesome!

[mistconduct]

[It's painfully easy to catch someone who a) does not have any real fight experience, and b) has decided that the best supervillain outfit he can make is one with lots of convenient buckles to hook with a hockey stick. Chris goes down with a literal clatter, twisting around on his back and aiming his reloaded weapons at Casey's face]

You stay the fuck away from me, you carbon-copy rip-off jackass!

[bigbadvigilante]

[Despite how easy it might have been, Casey was still feeling awfully proud of himself for taking down his first supervillain. That feeling did start to sink though once those guns were aimed at his face though. He'll unhook his stick from the Chris' pants, but he wont back away just yet.]

carbon-copy rip-off? Dude, no one else has style like me. I'm one of a kind and totally awesome.

You on the other hand, look and act like trash.

[mistconduct]

Yeah, right. You're a shit-bag who can't even think up an original goddamn name, let alone a theme! What were you going for, Mighty Ducks, Quack Back?

Back up. Back the fuck up!

[bigbadvigilante]

Hey man, no names better than a crap name. I mean Motherfucker, seriously?

[Okay, Okay. He's backing up nice and slow, right toward that hockey puck that he originally shot at Chris. For someone with a two guns pointed at him, Casey didn't seem too worried. He's been desensitized by all the mutant and robo-ninja battles.]

...I was going for Jason Voorhees meets Insane Clown Posse, but the Ducks are cool too.

[mistconduct]

Yes, seriously, asshole! That's the name that strikes fear into the hearts of every goddamn New Yorker from Queens to New Jersey!

[Chris, through sheer power of non-observation, does not notice how close Casey is getting to his weapon. He thinks guns are the be-all, end-all of combat, even as he lies on his back]

Well, you failed. Good job, dick. Now keep walking.

[bigbadvigilante]

Really? Then why ain't I ever heard of ya before? Maybe you aren't as scary as your moms been telling you?

[Casey does indeed keep backing up until he gets to that puck, the moment he does he's wind his stick back and hit the puck as hard as he can. If he's lucky, maybe it'll hit one of Chris' hands.]

Games not over 'till the ref blows the whistle!