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! Camp position optional. [ 2. ] Oh no! The power is out all across camp due to a nasty storm, and everyone's been brought to the lodge for safe keeping! There are candles, flashlights, lanterns, and the gas powered stove, but not much else besides one another. [ 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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Pitch Black (Kozmotis Pitchiner) | Rise of the Guardians

[closetshark]

[Pitch is a tad busy fixing his umbrella while not spilling the contents of his mug on top of sending a glare at the storm. He was in the middle of unpacking when he got the notification that he'd been needed in the lodge to... babysit.

He's probably just going to lurk by the door hogging a lantern, preventing people from sneaking out of the lodge. He may or may not be avoiding a certain telepathy counselor as well.]

[pooka]

[Bun generally didn't get a good feeling from Pitch- because, let's be honest, he likes Sandy much more- but when you're assigned a job, you can't just.... say no.

So being assigned to help Pitch that night was, well. Unavoidable.

Bunny lurks near the door, glaring in Pitch's direction before turning his attention to the campers, and hoping Pitch hasn't seen.]

[closetshark]

[Nobody got a 'good' feeling from Pitch, he's got a pretty good 'hasn't seen the sun properly in a few years' thing going on on top of being tall and thin.]

Your face will get stuck that way if you keep it up.

[He could have done this just fine on his own, he's not an invalid.]

Why don't you go... inspect the macaroni art, I'm sure it's going to try and leap in to a pot to get away from the glitter.

[pooka]

You'd know about faces gettin' stuck in ornery positions, then, wouldn'tcha?

[It's kind of like clash of the irritable.]

I dunno, maybe you'd try. Glitter might make y' look a little more happy to be here.

[closetshark]

[It may end up becoming a perfect storm of grouchy.]

Why would I be happy to have to come all the way here to babysit when I had a perfectly warm, dry residence to put in to order?

[pooka]

Aw, that's right, forgot Gollum hates leavin' 'is precious cave. Gotta forgive me, I never read the book.

[closetshark]

[That gets a chuckle, despite it being dry and rather disused sounding.]

I'm more of a Nazgul.

[pooka]

Yeah, well, 'scuse me for not bein' too specific about which kinda ugly you are.

[Yeeeuugh. Bun gets a bit of a chill.]

[closetshark]

There's a vast difference between Gollum and the Ringwraiths, Gollum was a victim of chance and the Nine Riders went in knowing what was likely to happen.

[pooka]

[Oh dear God are you serious.]

Grand. Y' could start a book club with that knowledge.

[closetshark]

If I thought you lot had the mental capacity to keep up I would consider it, but the vast majority of you don't and I wouldn't want to hurt the children's precious feelings by asking them to read books without pictures.

[pooka]

Tell ya what, you can put on a puppet show an' play a game of charades until we get it right. Won't even need words then.

[closetshark]

I'm not some washed up has been who has to resort to pantomime to get my point across.

[pooka]

So yer just a washed up has been who's gotta bad-mouth the agency's best just 'cos yer an ass yerself, huh?

[bringsthefrost]

[With most of the kids satisfied, napping or otherwise occupied, it was the perfect time to initiate a typical Pyro Cat prank on the older campers and counselors. Or it would've been if Jack hadn't nearly run smack bang into the mediumship counselor.

Whoops.]

...Oh crap.

[closetshark]

Language, Frost.

[His coffee did not spill, you get to live another day.]

If you're bored I'm sure I can find something productive for you to do instead of... whatever you were planning.

[bringsthefrost]

Well it's not like I did any excessive swearing there or anything.

[He rolled his eyes a little before waving a hand nonchalantly.]

No, no. I'm cool. Don't mind me, just...getting a little fresh air. It's kinda stuffy in here.

[closetshark]

Half of it was.

[Yeah, he's not letting you go out there.]

Nonsense, the drafts keep this place delightfully airy and as educational as having you struck by lighting would be for everyone else I'm afraid I'm not allowed to let that happen to you.

I'll even give you a choice; you can either copy the dictionary, encyclopedia or I'm sure we can find something for you to scrub in the kitchen. Or there's cleaning up glitter.

[bringsthefrost]

[Not that he was planning to anyway, it was really just an excuse. A distraction if you will. Jack gives this innocent grin.]

Like I'd get struck by lightning. Please, Pitch, like God could harm this pretty face.

[Not that he thought he was totally invincible to the elements, but he'd survived God knows how many hours in the snow until Manny found him when he was a kid. He had to give someone a little credit there.]

I already cleaned up glitter once. Don't tell me another kid tried to turn themselves into a vampire.

[closetshark]

God doesn't exist.

[It's a slightly icier tone than before.]

Well then that narrows it down to three choices; dictionary, encyclopedia or scrubbing something in the kitchen.

[bringsthefrost]

Why are you even making me choose my own punishment? I haven't even done anything.

[yet]

Look, I'll just go back to hanging out with the kids and you can continue to...y'know. Brood or whatever it is you do best.

[closetshark]

Choices are learning lessons, and choosing what you're going to do for the next three hours seems a bit more reasonable than choosing for you. You used foul language in a room with children younger than you, I know your education with civilized people is... sorely lacking but that is no excuse.

You are a role model for them and should act as such, seeing you doing something productive will encourage them to do the same.

[bringsthefrost]

Jesus fu... [He cuts himself off before he can actually say the next two words.] Nobody thinks I'm capable of being responsible, do they? I've got three younger siblings at home that I look after when my parents are away on missions and they trust me with them just fine.

[Jack throws up his hands in exasperation.]

Seriously, I can't with adults.

[closetshark]

You wouldn't be here if you weren't capable of acting responsible for more than cleaning snot from noses. Unless that's all you ever plan on doing with your skills; be a babysitter.

Underachievement will get you killed Frost, I suggest you remember that.

[mansnoozie]

[ Invisibility wasn’t Sandy’s strong suit, but he was still adept enough at it that he could vault himself into the rafters without anyone noticing- once he was there, however, he dropped the charade and concentrated on assessing the target. Creeping stealthily from plank to plank- levitation wouldn’t do up here, dust would fall and alert the target of his presence- Sandy reviewed his options. The situation was to his advantage; surprise would be key in taking the target off guard, plus at this height he could truly deal some damage before the target even knew what hit him. Too many witnesses, though. The campers did make this something of a problem- it was difficult to do a clean hit with children running around.

Sandy’s throat felt tight and breathing seemed like an impossible feat. The target was wearing Koz’s face. He was too compromised for the mission, regardless of his advantage or the complication of the children. Before he could even try and get Koz back, he had to prepare, mentally psyche himself up and get the ball rolling in the correct fashion, rather than spur of the moment. This was a long mission, not a short one. Haste makes waste, after all. Pulling himself together, Sandy slunk back away from Pitch into the darkest corner he could find before dropping himself back down to earth, invisible and heartbroken once again. ]