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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[fearbringer]

[At some point, he may become aware of a shadowy figure following him around.]

[too_high]

[Okay well that is just not cool. Maine continues to wander casually even once he's become cognizant of another presence, but he was never the stealthy tracker type.]

[Eventually he stops in his tracks and whips around, growling and posturing a defensive stance.]

[fearbringer]

[Pitch stops too, but stays mostly hidden in the darkness.]

Lost?

[too_high]

[He doesn't move, watching the shadowy figure and double checking his motion tracker. He relaxes slightly, seeing as there's only one person there, and then answers. His voice is deep and gruff, like a shifting of a ton of gravel.]

No.

[A flat-out lie, he has no idea where he is.]

[fearbringer]

[Pitch himself doesn't move, but the shadows around him shift a little.]

Scared?

[too_high]

[Okay that's weird. Maine tips his helmet. Was it a trick of the light?]

No.

[This time it's not a lie. He's built like a tank, practically armored like one, and is constantly thrown into dangerous missions. Some shadowy creeper that hasn't yet shown him an advantage isn't even registering on his radar of Things To Worry About.]

[Which might not be a good thing, but time will tell.

[fearbringer]

[Pitch can feel his lack of fear, and it's disappointing to him. This guy is stuck in a mysterious, magical castle-- he should be scared, as far as Pitch is concerned.]

Not scared, not lost. My, my. You're just on top of everything, aren't you.

[too_high]

[Yeah he's not sure where he is or how he got here but it's mostly registering as confusion and irritation. He's in one piece and nothing's trying to kill him, so he can't complain.]

[He does reply with a grumble of annoyance. He really wasn't on top of anything right now.]

[fearbringer]

Hmm? I can't hear you.

[too_high]

[He growls a little louder and postures again, thinking maybe he could frighten this guy off. Maine was a man of few words, and usually got by with a grunt and twitch.]

[fearbringer]

Can you speak?

[Now he's just teasing.]

[too_high]

[He could say yes, but that would be too easy. Instead he grunts and crosses his arms as if to say what do you think.</i.]

[fearbringer]

What? It'd be entirely possible for you not to be able to. I've seen many who can't.

[too_high]

Don't need to.

[Okay he's really missing his team now; they didn't make him talk so much.]

[fearbringer]

I've seen many who don't want to, either.

Very well. Keep walking; I won't talk to you.

[He will follow, though. Like a creeper.]

[too_high]

[He leans forward with low, warning rumble, before turning and lumbering back down the hall. He will be casting wary glances back every so often; he's not sure he wants to trust this guy.]

[fearbringer]

[After a few minutes, Pitch speaks up again.]

If you're wondering why, I want to see how long it takes for you to encounter something that you fear.

[too_high]

[Maine tilts his head back, unsurprised he was being followed, but chuffs something of a laugh at the statement. He'd probably be following for a long time unless they ran into some needles or found themselves on the roof.]

[fearbringer]

Confused by my choice of hobbies? You wouldn't be the first.

[too_high]

[He looks back questioningy. It wasn't exactly weird -- the way he was going about it and calling it a 'hobby' was weird, maybe, but considering Maine's line of work it was common to try and find out an enemy's fears and weaknesses.]

[fearbringer]

I'm the Boogeyman.

[too_high]

[Maine stops and looks him up and down, then grunts. Seriously? He's not entirely convinced, and not at all impressed yet.]

[fearbringer]

Oh, come on. I don't look like a normal human to you, do I?

[too_high]

[Maine shrugs.]

Alien?

[Since that was much more believable than a supernatural fairy tail.]

[fearbringer]

Spirit.