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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[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!