TEST DRIVE

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TEST DRIVE MEME

[ 1. ] Comment with a character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. Put their name and series in the title! [ 2. ] Action posts, bulletin board spam, walkie-talkie exchanges, or network entries are all acceptable! [ 3. ] Tag around with one another! Figure out preexisting CR for characters returning to camp, and get an idea of what new CR you could get! [ 4. ] App all those characters. You can use your threads from this for one of your samples! [ 5. ] Have fun!

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SNRKS

[triskeles]

[ It takes all of Derek's willpower to not crack up laughing at him, but he focuses so that he can walk his fingers higher, towards the back of his neck. ]

1/3 eue

[hypercompetent]

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! [It's mostly under his breath after that because he's trying to stay as still as possible so that whatever it is will just get off of him, oh my god.

If his offensive skills were any better he could probably try to push it off with a shield or something. But instead, he finally loses his patience with trying to get it off of him and flails his limbs around in what some might call a turn, branding his hands.]

Stay back, I'm brain-arm--

[......there's nothing there.]

[hypercompetent]

[.............................wait a second.]

--Ugh, Derek! Don't think I can't tell it's y--

[hypercompetent]

[....................wait a second.]


SHIT.

[He's dead.]

[triskeles]

[ Derek chooses that moment to become visible, hand at his neck grabbing him by the scruff of the shirt while the other goes to make sure he doesn't get a faceful of water, should the water gun have any left in it. ]

Hi, Stiles.

[hypercompetent]

[Which is smart, because the first thing he does is try to shoot him in the face again. Stiles squirms around to try and get free, wheedling and pretty much moving all of his limbs in an attempt to run like hell because Derek is either going to maim him, kill him, or maim him and then kill him, depending on his current mood.]

Has anyone ever told you you're really creepy?

[Not helping.]

[triskeles]

You do.

[ Ignoring his attempts at getting free, Derek actually hefts him up and begins to carry him away with only a small amount of telekinesis to assist him in carrying 145 pounds of squirming teenager.

In the direction of the lake. ]

Often, actually.

relevant upside down screaming icon

[hypercompetent]

NOOOnononononononono! [SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT HE'S SO FUCKED] Put me down, do I look like a freaking sack of potatoes to you?! Oh my Goooodddd!

Yep.

[triskeles]

A sack of potatoes is less obnoxious than you.

[ Sorry, Stiles. He's just gonna keep on walking. ]

Heavier, too.

[hypercompetent]

[DEVISING AN ESCAPE PLAN it's not going very well.]

Then go back to your stupid life of potato sack lifting, Farmer Eyebrows.

[He's really really not helping his situation here at all.]

[triskeles]

[ Nope.

Derek doesn't reward him with a reply, and instead makes his way down the walkway leading to the docks on the lake. ]

[hypercompetent]

[KICKING AT YOUR SHINS]

Augh don't you dare!

[triskeles]

[ That's a little bit annoying, Stiles. Kind of like a gnat buzzing around his face.

But he'll remedy that by stopping at the edge of one dock, hefting him up and giving him a good toss into the water. ]

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles shrieks but it gets muffled by the water in about half a second. Everything is cold. And wet. Who cares if it's summer, that doesn't change the fact that the lake is frickin cold when it starts.

His telekinesis isn't nearly as good as Derek's. He couldn't just push him off the dock...at least not with his brain. What was decent, however, was his invisibility, and so when he got his limbs back to him after being chucked underwater, he let it sink over him the best he could. Sure, it'd be a few minutes, but it was a few minutes enough for him to grab Derek's ankles and pull, and hard.]

[triskeles]

[ Derek is satisfied for all of the time that it takes for Stiles to go from sopping wet to dragging him in with him. He doesn't shriek like the teen does, but damn it all if he doesn't let out a bit of a mashup between a yelp and a snarl the moment he gets pulled forward.

Even with telekinesis and levitation, he doesn't have enough time to get his balance back and to stop himself from falling in the water. ]

[hypercompetent]

HA.

[Stiles crows victoriously the minute Derek hits the water, vainly trying to get out of the way fast enough for Derek not to take him out at the same time. He ends up getting shoved back under the water at the sheer force of the actual tank of a man that hit the surface, but he finally forces his way up, spitting water and grinning like a madman.]

[triskeles]

[ The only problem with being dragged into the water is that, while he can swim, Derek is literally a tank of a man. He sinks like a rock at first, sighing out a stream of bubbles before he refocuses on the figure Stiles makes resurfacing from being dragged down again.

Rather than surfacing after him, he stays in the water a moment to remind himself that it is frowned upon to otherwise murder campers. ]

deja vu....

[hypercompetent]

[...Why isn't he coming up? Even if Derek came up invisible, Stiles would still see the ripple. His smile fades a little and he looks around. It didn't occur to him that he might not be able to swim--immediately, he takes in a breath and dives back down.

Sure, he's a little shit, but he's not about to let Derek sink. It's Derek.]

Ain't it just.

[triskeles]

[ It's Derek, Stiles?

Who opens his eyes and looks up at him as he dives back down, raising a brow and tipping his chin up at him. Honestly he could probably shove off the lakebed just below him and be able to surface fine in one go, if not pull himself up in a few quick movements of his arms, but the brief second to cool down is sort of required when it comes to dealing with Stiles Stilinski. ]

I finally get to use my pool icons.

[hypercompetent]

[Yes, it's Derek. Derek is not...completely...hateable or anything. He's not, really. He's kind of a dick and excessively violent but it's Derek. It's like in his DNA to throw Stiles against things once a month.

Kicking down towards the bottom, he holds out his hand, as if offering help. Well hell, he's not going to let him drown from his own stubbornness. (probably.)]

I surprisingly don't have any.

[triskeles]

[ Just like it's in Stiles' DNA to constantly provoke him and find the buttons that set him off so that he's frustrated enough to slam Stiles into things once a month?

(To be fair, Stiles is one of the few people that actually challenges him and doesn't back down. And, sometimes, he's all right.)

Sighing out a stream of bubbles, he brings his hand up to take Stiles'. If anything, the moment Stiles tries something again he can immediately give him retribution for it. ]

Just those two for me. uwu

[hypercompetent]

[Yeah, pretty much. But don't consider yourself special, it's kind of in Stiles' DNA to provoke most people. Derek just has a natural talent for drawing it out.

(Sometimes they can sit and eat marshmellows at the fire and make stupid jokes about back home. Whenever that happens, Laura always smiles at him afterwards like a predator. He's not sure if it's good or bad.)

Grasping his forearm, instead of pulling a trick, Stiles kicks off the bottom of the lake to propel them both up towards the surface, grip firm.]

Just enough. uvu

[triskeles]

[ It probably has something to do with his disposition and lack of general patience in regards to provocation.

(Whenever that happens, Derek gets the awful feeling that Laura has said or done something where he can't see the day after. It's disconcerting and he doesn't like it, but it doesn't stop him from having the occasional quiet moment with Stiles.)

And just like that, Derek is no longer an immovable object in the water. He assists in bringing them upwards with a motion of his free arm and his legs, silently thankful his leather jacket was left back in the guest cabins. ]

uwu

[hypercompetent]

[Maybe. Stubbornness plus a lack of patience plus a penchant for smartassery typically doesn't end well on anyone's front.

(One time, his mother'd come up behind him and asked if he was planning on asking the Hale boy out. He'd jumped out of his skin and tried to turn off the shift so fast he could still feel her laughing in his ears. )

When he finally surfaces, Stiles takes a gasping breath and coughs loudly, treading water. He lifts a hand to wipe the water from his eyelashes before he looks at Derek, trying to gauge his reaction.]

Welcome back to camp.

[Heh.]

u^u

[triskeles]

[ Not usually, no.

(It was a completely valid question, sweetheart. Considering everyone and their mothers could tell that Derek and Stiles acted like five year olds on the playground, pushing at and picking on one another until it went a little too far and the culprit felt bad about it.)

Snorting out water as he surfaces, Derek shifts his grip to hold onto Stiles' elbow before his free hand reaches out for the dock to keep them both stable as they tread water. Eying the teen, he exhales loudly and hauls himself seamlessly out of the water and back onto the dock, bringing Stiles up with him once he's got sure footing. ]

Yeah.