Test Drive Meme

[scramasax]

HEL-LO, EARTH'S NEW HEROES.

Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:

> Cleanup of downtown Locke City still has a ways to go. It looks like that shop you were planning on another trip to this week is closed for the time being. Or the entire block is trashed and you'll be needing an alternate route to work. Or your workplace is trashed, if not some real estate you had in the area, and you'll be needing a helping hand - or are trying to offer one!
> Help, help, I've been robbed - your bag or wallet's just been snatched, or is in the process of being snatched. Catch the snatcher or rough them up - you may or may not be surprised, if you come to blows or a chase, to find on throwing a punch that they're much quicker and/or sturdier than you'd have expected. Maybe someone will dive in to back you up.
> Monster encounter! The above or you were robbed (or, for all you could tell, misplaced something) a while ago, and one of the objects you lost seems to have come back to you, if not the way you recognize it. Ayup, getting backup might be a good idea.
> Transportation/travel. You're at an airport or train station, whether to escape or take a tour to a strange-events hotspot, or plain go on an innocent vacation. Mix up your bags or timetables, grab a pre-ride snack, chat up those with the same destination, get or give directions, find yourself receiving an ill-timed item Echo in front of security - whatever you can think up!
> Say - is that one of those superhumans you've spied on the street? Yes, I do believe it is - you've seen them on the news/read about them, that or their looks give them away! Go on and ask questions of them, be it for serious answers or an autograph, depending on who you are.
> ...And it looks like you're a superhuman yourself. Looks like that hollowed-out feeling you got was followed by a mutation, or some strange thing in your brain. How're you going to come to grips with it?
> Wildcard/Etc. Make up your own!

Prompts suggested by Alec and Zero.

Comments

[sylvanguard]

[She grins at him, also going to pry her own arrows out of the tree. Part of her feels guilty putting arrows in the wood however and she stops to apologize tot he tree, caressing the trunk where her arrows had left their mark.]

Not long. Here and there when I can get the chance. A few weeks at most.

[youngestone]

A few weeks and you're already that good?

[He doesn't quite believe her. Granted, he got his skills instantly but she's not on the Network.

Is she?]

Damn.

[sylvanguard]

[she'd been really, rally quiet about her new found ability, in the "trust no-one" sort of way. It was a bit of a surprise to herself that she'd even told him a part of the truth, especially since, she'd mastered the bow in one day rather than the weeks she implied.]

Guess I'm a natural at it? Everyone has a skill they're good at, right?

[youngestone]

Not that good but hey, what do I know. D'you teach?

[sylvanguard]

Teach? no. I don't even think I'd know how to...

[She decides to try and miss on purpose the next time, down play her skills. Only it takes more effort for her to miss than it does for her to actively hit the target.

The first one is close to the edge of the circle, but the second one misses the tree entirely.]

Maybe I was just lucky before?

[Small hopeful look, as in "don't notice I intentionally missed".]

[youngestone]

[Killian just sort of gives her a look, not sure if he believes her but if she's trying to throw him off, he's okay with that. Lord knows he's done it.

He goes to get the second arrow she shot]

Damn. I was hoping I could find someone who might actually be able to teach me anything. I kinda keep out-shooting everyone I've asked so far.

[The joys of seventy seven years of experience?]

I'm Killian, by the way.

[sylvanguard]

{She flashes him a genuine smile, taking the arrow back that he had gone to retrieve.]

Name's Ariel. I didn't think there were many who practiced the sport as a hobby, maybe we can practice together. You know in a place where I won't get fired and you fined if we're caught.

[youngestone]

If the park stops working, my uncle probably wouldn't mind letting us use the backyard. He owns a smithy-slash-hardware store, so there's a lot of space in the back.

[sylvanguard]

Hardware store? Sounds like my uncle Thorir. [She shakes her head, returning to the question at hand.]

But the question is, is there enough space for proper range? It stops being challenging if you can hit the mark at the same distance every time.

[youngestone]

Well, I--wait a sec. Thorir Thorsson? Only that's my uncle.

[sylvanguard]

Ye-es? he is my uncle as well. He's married to my aunt Marids.

[She certainly doesn't remember a Killian in the immediate family so she is giving him a quizzical look.]

How is he your uncle?

[youngestone]

[Oh good Lord]

Dad's side. I dunno if you ever heard about his youngest brother getting disowned because he got engaged to an Irish girl but, uh. That happened. And then I happened. Everyone knowing this is a recent development.

[sylvanguard]

Not really, no. Wasn't my family's business to know that. [She shrugs a little.]

So distant cousins eh? This will make Thanksgiving fun. [She grinned to him, hoping to put him a little at ease since being the black sheep usually never was easy.]

[youngestone]

[He snorts before smiling a bit.]

Assuming I haven't pissed off my grandparents. Which still could be fun, really, depending. Seriously, though, just how many people am I gonna be related to in this city? Even vaguely!

[sylvanguard]

Well there is my sister Claire as well. So at least one more! But I take it there others than just us? And aside from the immediate family too?

[Aww, he has a nice smile, but whoah sister. Way too young for you.]

[youngestone]

[Eighteen!]

Well, no, just the Thorssons but I end up being connected to more people than any guy really should if feels like thanks to the family.

[He's leaning against the tree now, completely forgetting about shooting]

[sylvanguard]

[She chuckles at that, slinging her bow for the moment as well.]

But it is nice to have family. That way you know you're not alone. Or at least I try to tell myself that. I don't always get along with mine.

[If at all. She and her sister do >i>not see eye to eye on anything.]

[youngestone]

Me either. Still, having that connection is kinda nice. No one ever said you can't want to strangle that connection, yeah?

[sylvanguard]

[she smiles at that.] Seems like you certainly know what you're talking about. Do you have any siblings?

[youngestone]

Nah, just a lot of cousins. Eleven on my mom's side alone and I dunno all the Thorssons yet.

[sylvanguard]

Eleven? Good lord how do you keep so many cousins straight?

[Of course as she thinks about it, it occurs to her that she is one to talk with her own share of cousins. It was just until recently she didn't even know how many she had. Her parents never were big on keeping close to family.]

[youngestone]

By parent and level of jackass-ish-ness, occasionally hair color because a few of my cousins like to go nuts with it. I also have a list.

[He grins]

[sylvanguard]

[Okay, that earns another laugh from her.] Hair color? That's a pretty interesting way to keep track of family. I'll have to remember that.

[youngestone]

There's two sets of twins and a whole lot of them really close in age. Trust me, it works. What about you? And siblings?

[sylvanguard]

Unfortunately, I have one. A younger sister, Claire. I love her but there are days where I wish I could put a few arrows into her.