Test drive

[theearth]

Scenarios:

> 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!
> It's raining men vi har paraply It's raining, so seek shelter... Or run into someone because your umbrella is blocking your view, or jump into puddles and get everyone else wetter than they should be.
> Grab a coffee or get a letter You're at work, whatever that is; a coffee shop perhaps, or maybe you work for the FBI or as a kindergarten teacher, or something else entirely. Either way, things happen - maybe you only do your job, but maybe the supernatural suddenly impacts you in ways that you didn't plan on...
> 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? Maybe you received something right in the middle of the street, or while riding the bus, at school, or maybe on a date...
> Wildcard/Etc. Make up your own!

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Makino Ruki / Rika Nonaka (AU) | Digimon Tamers

[my_style]

Wildcard

[when you're walking through the streets one night, you might catch sight of a red-haired teenager. She doesn't meet your eye, she just walks along, or stands against a lamppost, staring at either the ground or into the distance. She has a pair of headphones on, listening to some kind of music. At her side is a German shepherd, who seems to follow her dutifully.

But in some cases, she isn't just standing there. In these cases, she's trying to break into an expensive looking car. In others, she has broken in, and is currently in the process of hot-wiring it.

In any case, approaching her in either scenario, benign or otherwise, would result in a cold glare, warning you from approach. Her canine companion seems to regard this with some degree of intelligence... and regret.]

You're a superhuman...! Or at least your dog is...

Rika can't believe what she's seeing. One minute... one minute she'd been running from someone who'd caught her trying to pick her pocket, and the next minute, her dog Reina was between them, warding him off with loud barks...

... and the azure-colored fire that was currently sparking from her tail. The otherwise normal german shepherd was using to ward off anyone that got too close, including her pursuer.

Rika quite frankly had no idea what to do. She just stood there, fully realizing what kind of spectacle they were causing. But how did one walk away from something like this?

[ooc - say hello to Rika Nonaka, who is an AU version of Digimon Tamers' Makino Ruki. This one has led a pretty different life, and she's more or less turned out to be a juvenile delinquent.

Her pet is just an idea for the test drive; yes, it's intended to be Renamon, but she hasn't been approved for a combo application. Just consider this an idea for the test drive]

Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files

[no_love_potions]

A
[Talk about your sticky situations. Harry had known that trouble was going to find him eventually if he, intrepid reporter that he is, kept poking his nose into the recent rash of mob attacks. And found him trouble had in the form of some augmented mob goons who were intent on roughing him up. He'd evaded them for awhile before they'd caught up with him in a blind alley. It all seemed lost until that weird hollowness struck again and when it cleared, he was holding a six foot length of carved oak in his hand. He didn't have time to think about it, though, when one of the goons came for him. Instinctively, he whipped the staff out and shouted the word that had come to him in a previous Echo.]

Forzare!

[And the blast of force erupts like a cannonball from the staff, streaks across the alley and catches the mobster square in the chest. The impact carries him up and out of the alley and through a window all the way across the street. Whoah, that was... way more than he'd ever thrown into that spell before and for a second, he's just staring across the road with the thugs.]

Whoah....


B
[This time, for once, Harry isn't sticking his nose into things that will get him into trouble. He's actually just out, minding his own damn business, even drinking a coffee when randomly, out of the blue, an Echo comes in.

Spacing out for a few steps, he barely notices the person coming up to him before he bumps into them. Fortunately, the impact knocks him out of the Echo trance.]

Oops, sorry.

[Unfortunately, he's not yet aware of just what this Echo returns and makes the mistake of making and holding eye contact with this person for a split second too long....]


C
[Wildcard. Hit me with one of the other options or come at me with your own. Whatever.]

Jacob Wilconson / Jib Janeen | Thrilling Adventure Hour

[hiallmybuddies]

A | Transportation | Action
[Jacob- or was it Jib now? Honestly, Jib seemed to have a nicer ring to it than his former name. In any case, Jib glanced around the bus stop, looking for anyone notable.

He wasn't sure why the past version of him was so hellbent on discovering people's secrets. But it suddenly seemed like a great idea. If he was lucky, maybe he'd run into someone from the Network. That'd be a great source of information.

And so he approached the first people he could find, waving giddily.] Hi buddy! How you doing?

B | Network | Video

[Why look, it appears a familiar face has appeared on the network. Who is it? An old friend, an old enemy, who cares? The person Jib is impersonating is a little tied up at the moment, giving him the perfect chance to cause a little chaos.]

Hi all my buddies! Its me! Your pal!

So, bad news guys. I was just minding my own business, as I do, when I was attacked! By a handsome and crafty alien spy! I've got him locked up in the next room, but he's somehow made himself look like me! Its super-duper creepy.

This could mean anyone of us could be a spy! We should hunt down the impostor and hang them! Hang the spies to death! And maybe give them our secrets? Whaddya think?

[Most clever spy ever.]

Yelena/Yang Xiao Long | RWBY

[goldenflames]

Say - is that one of those superhumans you've spied on the street?

[And it looks like they're got into some trouble. A few mob goons had cornered one of these seedling people, and it sure as hell didn't look like they were after autographs. Like hell she wasn't going to get involved, not when she's in a position to help!

None of the goons have even noticed her yet. Good. So, she'll just nochalantly stroll up and suckerpunch the closest mobster in the head.]

Hey you!

[However, the second she does, she suddenly has a flashback of somekind? The memory of punching another unaware suited goon surfaces, and like that, it was over...]

Wildcard/Etc. Throw something else at me or make up your own!

Vivian Seward | Vivio Takamachi | Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha

[thesacredheart]

It looks like you're a superhuman yourself

So, everything's fine and it's a totally normal day. Nothing strange at all, right?

Yeah. Nope. There's something that's plenty strange going on right now. Namely, the ten year old blond haired girl who's running really fast, almost as if she's gliding across the ground in a zigzagging motion. A plush bunny is flying after her, waving it's arms pretty frantically. Not that the little girl seems to notice or care.

Until she crashes into someone anyway, sending both her and the person that she crashed into to the ground.

"Why don't you watch where you're going!?" Vivian shouted as soon as she made it to her feet, glaring at her obstacle.

... Someone really should explain how the world works to her. Assuming that she'd even listen anyway.

Laharl | Disgaea

[overlordkun]

Hey!! [ Aww, what an iconic, little, annoying voice... ] Just what is this crap?!

[ Young middle schooler Laharl finds himself propped up over the bathroom sink, network number written over the foggy mirror of his bedroom. Hair wet but also now blue from his previous blonde! Face scrubbed pink as if he'd been struggling in a fierce battle with his morning shower. The very idea someone makes this kid shower is amazing.... ]

And just which one of you network nerds did this to me, huh? I know it was one of ya! [ He'd already thought up a good number of suspects so don't worry. He'll be on the hunt soon-- or as hunter like a thirteen year old can be. ] I an't one of those Otaku like Mao! I. don't. want. anime. hair!! [ Kick and SCREAM till you get your way!! ]

Face the great future KING LAHARL!!

Mao || Disgaea 3 || OTA > Wildcard;

[vicmegane]

Video;

[Mao appears on screen as a young looking boy with fluffy blond hair and harsh blue eyes, his face screwed up in confusion a moment before he realizes the video feed has worked. Then he grins.]

So this is the Network... ehee, perfect. There's nothing to this stupid thing Harley was talking about.

[He wheezes, just a little. Maybe he's asthmatic.]

I wouldn't usually show my face on this kind of thing, but... [He's too narcissistic not to.] So.

Do you guys like anime?