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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[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.

[too_high]

Hoax.

[Maine turns and continues down the hall, towards the stairs to check the upper floors. His team had to be somewhere and this creeper wasn't being a lot of help. Boogeyman or not, this guy seemed to be a lot of talk more than anything else.]

[fearbringer]

Hoax? Hardly. I'm every bit as real as you are.

[A shadow creeps along the wall next to Maine, waving in front of his face for a moment before quickly pulling back.]

[too_high]

[He starts at the shadow, because movement out of the corner of is eye that's not registered on his motion tracker is immediately perceived as a threat. Seeing it pull back, though, he turns fully back towards the stranger and tips his head back and forth, cracking his neck.]

That all you got?

it's up to you whether or not the uneasiness is noticeable to him!

[fearbringer]

Are you asking for more?

[The shadows start swirling faster, obscuring the lights along the hallway's walls and causing a dimness to settle over them. Pitch focuses on changing the energy in the hallway-- along with the darkness comes with a sense of uneasiness and foreboding.]

totally noticeable! B)

[too_high]

[Okay that's not normal. Maine braces himself and pulls down his Brute Shot, aiming the grenade-launching end at the stranger but not firing yet. He growls lowly, he's definitely got a sense of impending doom.]

Bring it.