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Grand Test AUTO; "This POOPOO just got real"
Topic Started: Jun 10 2012, 12:04 PM (12,639 Views)
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Grand Test AUTO

The sign hung jovially in the bright morning sky over the green grass of one of the main ovals. Underneath there were coloured tents where students could get free courtesy show-bags that had been provided by the sponsors. Some had sachets of sunscreen, and zinc sticks, others had pencils, still more had a bottle of sport-drink included. A few had bandages and antiseptic as well, in cheerful little bottles, right next to vouchers for discounts at various stores. For some reason one came with a short paper measuring tape and some glittery hair gel. Already the grounds were becoming littered with streamers, balloons, plastic cups, and a miscellanea of advertising papers that people weren't interested in, but were being handed out anyway.

Taking centre place was the testing grounds. It was something of a mystery - the first things to be built were the three story high concrete walls. They were bland and featureless, giving no indication of what might lie within. Even with the amazing Shibusen builders, the whole thing had taken months to complete, and during that time the area had been closed off, and only those with the highest of security access could get in. Now was the big day, however, where everything would be unveiled, where secrets would be revealed, and the test would be run.

The roof of the Testing Ground was made with thick plastic, of the kind made for use in deep-sea aquariums where it was expected to withstand several tonnes of pressure. This was so that natural sunlight could filter into the test, but also keep it as a totally contained environment. From the outside the plastic was reflective, to prevent people from flying over the test to peek inside the building. No weather from the outside could get in, and nothing from the inside could get out. There were rumours that the whole building was not only airtight with a closed circuit air-conditioning to refresh oxygen levels, but soul-tight so that soul perception could not cross the boundaries. Set deep in the thick walls were imposing metal doors. They were white, and had seal-locks like those found in a submarine or spaceship - the handles were so huge it looked as though it would take two people to move them.

At 9 O'Clock, when the sun was already laughing its way high into the sky, there was a shout from one of the assembled teachers, and the students were rounded up and herded towards the doors of the Testing Ground. To the left of the doors was a wooden podium, where a man in an expensive white suit stood behind a lectern, smiling an expensive white smile. His expensive white hair was slick and curled, and even though they couldn't be seen, his shoes could probably be summed up in two words. He coughed gently and tapped the microphone to make sure it was working. After a squwark of feedback he was ready to begin. A small camera was directed his way, and it was clear he was putting on a performance for whoever was watching.

“Hello students of Shibusen, and welcome to the Grand Test AUTO! Today we have with us the lovely representatives of AdiDeath, Dooma...” he continued on, rattling off a long list of product names that he appeared to have memorised. “and they will be offering exclusive sponsorships to Shibusen's best and brightest - That's you!” There was a polite smattering of applause, and a few raucous whoops of excitement from the assembled crowd. “They have kindly funded this year's Grand Test AUTO, and the course has been fitted with state of the art Non-Fatal traps from the Russian firm 'Cossack Dan's - The Bust Booby Traps in Russia'!” The speaker paused for another smattering of applause, and this time a few wolf whistles because the word 'booby' had been used in a sentence. Some students had fallen over with spurts of blood issuing forth from their noses at the mere thought of what a 'booby trap' might entail. “Inside you will find a maze that will amaze and astound! Some parts are like brick lanes between buildings, others like tunnels underground, and still more like the inside of a factory, or submarine. There are rooms that are almost entirely based underwater. As a warning - there are more dead ends than there are hairs on your head, and getting lost will be much easier than finding your way! Each Sponsor has hidden a golden token in the maze. It will be a coin that looks much like this!” He held up a medallion that was the size of his hand. It was attached to a long red ribbon, which he slipped over his neck, wearing the medal on his chest for all to see. “Find a medallion, and manage to get it out of the maze, and you will be assured a sponsorship! Be warned that each medallion is at the heart of a unique and difficult trap designed to test the mettle of whoever wants to win the prize. The maze will be sealed off for at least two hours after everyone enters, after those two hours, whoever wants to leave the maze may do so by approaching the front doors. Once all the medallions have been secured, we will announce the end of the test, and everyone will be escorted out. The Test will start in five minutes, so ready yourselves at the gates!”

The camera turned and did a final sweeping shot over the crowd of hopeful faces before flickering out. A short distance away, in the comfort of a converted amphitheatre sat approximately 15 people, all sponsors from different companies. At the head of the amphitheatre was an irritated Alexander. He had refused to trim his bushy black beard, and his beady blue gaze was starting to unnerve the sponsors sitting closest to him. More than one had asked Spirit to confirm that Alexander was a teacher of Shibusen, and not some sort of wild man or hobo that had been mistaken for staff and given an AdiDeath jumpsuit and a mic. Alexander was to act as a commentator for the action being shown on the big screen. He fidgeted with his walkabout microphone (a bright Fuchsia one supplied by SkullCandy) wishing he was in the field keeping a closer eye on his students. Instead he would be watching the many screens, just like the sponsors. There were more cameras than even the rumours had imagined, totalling a cool 564 to cover the test from every possible angle. There was even a director with a film team who was set the task of filtering through the live stream footage and turning it from footage into something watchable. There would be a DVD compilation at the end to be handed out to students, curtesy of Channel 42. One image that had flickered onto screen for all of thirty seconds and that bothered Alexander was a plain wooden crate at the very heart of the Testing Ground. It was empty, and had burst open. Although there were many strange things in the test, this one had seemed somehow... out of place. Alexander tried to shake off the paranoia as a large countdown appeared on the screens. It was one minute until show-time.

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Well this is it guys! This is the Shibusen GTA - I will post up a starting thread for the VMT in a different place. So Shibu-kids, gather round, and soon I will do a short post to start off the Grand Test AUTO. If you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me a PM. Play nice, and have fun!
Edited by Imp of Chaos, Jun 10 2012, 12:09 PM.
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“Anyone who wants out better say so now. After this there is no turning back.”

John Astyle turned back to the large group that was following him. To look at, John wasn't all that impressive, but rumour was that he had more innocent souls under his belt than all the kishin-eggs in The Bay put together. He was discrete - he had the kind of face that was so generic that it didn't just get lost in a crowd, it could get lost on a police identification picture. John was something of a mystery - it was said that in any 6 degrees of separation, John was number 4, and yet not even his own parents knew him by sight.

Trailing behind John were the finest and least busy witches and kishin-eggs that The Bay had to offer. They were a rag-tag looking bunch, but looks, as John reminded himself, could be deceiving. He would need a good team backing him up on this mission. It was the boldest move they had made against Shibusen, but they had been assured that they would have an unimpeded 2 hour window, during which time no teacher or Shibusen graduate could interfere - Hell, it was said the most powerful of Shibusen staff and students were on the moon. This was a grab and snatch job. The targets were Shibusen students, the setting was the Grand Test AUTO. The best part? Those kiddies would be snatched right under the noses of their teachers, mentors, and protectors.

“Those kids are Shibusen students. They might be brats but they won't be pushovers.” John reminded his audience. “Those of you who are going in should keep in mind that the centre of the test is out of bounds. You'll just get in trouble if you go there. Try not to get into a drawn out battle - we only have 2 hours to grab a kid and take 'em home with us. Alright - earplugs in.” John took a glance around at his comrades and nodded to himself as though he'd seen something worth approving of. He turned back to his work, casting his mind back to a few hours ago, when the group had been gathered -

They were all residents of The Bay, and they had been summoned by Him - the mysterious benefactor who let them live there without having to pay rent, the guy who only occasionally asked them for a few small favours, and who handed out favours in return. Well this time he'd been asking a big favour. He had shown up to the dingy little pub called 'The Juice Joint' where most of The Bay's business was conducted, and there he had addressed his tenants. He'd been shrouded in darkness and smoke, the only things visible had been his trademark grey leather gloves - he always wore his gloves. It was something about being a gentleman.

"Ahhoooy fellows! I have a request of my lovely lot~! You all look so cheeky today you make me want to laugh YOHOHOHOHOO. Could you please do me a big favour and nab some Shibusen students? I have plans for them. I have personally seen to it to provide you with a guide to make your journey to, and from Shibusen a cake walk, all you have to do is get in and out of the Mega Test in 2 hours, otherwise those nasty teachers will descend on you like vultures on a carcass. Could you do that for me my darlings? I will watch over you as best I can. John will provide you with more details as you go."

John shook his head, a small smile coming to his face. The benefactor was different but he got things done.

The group was standing in a dark pipe. Although it smelled of damp and wet, it was bone dry. The concrete tube had been placed down for the Grand Test AUTO as a part of an elaborate air- recycling system, but everything had been planned, and the elite group from The Bay had approached Shibusen almost entirely from underground. John and everyone else put their earplugs back in while John put his impressive concrete cutter to work in breaking into the Grand Test AUTO maze. For the most part they had been too far underground for anyone to sense their soul wavelengths, but John had the added advantage of a dampening wavelength, which suppressed emanations of the wavelengths of those around him. Of course in battle this was more than a nuisance to his allies who used wavelength based attacks, which was why he would stay back, guarding the escape route.

The dim light was broken only by the small glowsticks that were already starting to run out. Everyone had been provided with a pair - one to get there, and one for getting back. The hum and buzz of the saw, along with the hiss of high pressure water filled the tunnel with noise, until with a solid 'clunk' there was a hole in the ceiling, large enough for even one of Radek's golems to squeeze through. Light filtered in through a fine concrete dust, highlighting the motes dramatically, and framing the gateway to the test.

“Once you get out, we will be sitting under a grated floor. To get out just lift up one of the grates. It'll be heavy, but hey if you can't lift a piece of floor grating you probably shouldn't be here. We'll wait for ten minutes to make sure they are locked in before we head out. Remember to smile for the cameras folks.”

Ten minutes until showtime.

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Okay guys, SURPRISE we'll be invading the Grand Test AUTO. It's time for a little PVP. Our goal is to kidnap OC's. Feel free to write introduction posts to set your characters up - this thread will be compiled with the Grand Test AUTO thread when the villains are due to enter (stage right) so at the start of every post in here please add:

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This way when the posts are integrated, it will be easy to pick out which ones they are. Please don't ask questions on the chatbox - if you have questions about this thread, about the GTA, or about villains or the bay in general, please PM me privately.

A NOTE FOR EVERYONE ON PVP
  • No Killing other people's characters unless the other party gives you permission - you may knock them out. If you do get approval, add an OOC comment in the post stating this, otherwise the post will be deleted by an admin.
  • If you get into a PvP battle and your character is knocked out, it may be captured. This is the risk you must take. You may work out a different outcome if you wish, as long as you discuss it with your opponent.
  • You MAY NOT PvP your own characters with your own characters.
  • If you do not wish to engage in PvP, please put an OOC note at the bottom of your posts. Please respect the wishes of others if they do not wish to engage in PvP.
  • Villains may also try to gain sponsorship medallions - who knows, the sponsors might be interested.
  • Godmodding will result in having your post deleted, unless you have an OOC note to show you have already asked permission to godmod the character in question.
  • Characters captured by the opposing team will not be out of action. I will reveal more about what happens if you are captured later on in the thread, if it becomes pertinent.
Edited by Imp of Chaos, Jun 11 2012, 02:19 AM.
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Ajurh had woken up this morning to a sense of dread and anxiety. Today was the long anticipated Grand Test AUTO! And he had only joined Shibusen a week prior. Better yet still, he was barely recovered from an Second Degree burn on his hip from that fate-filled first day. As he did every morning, he pushed his way through one hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and crunches. After which he made breakfast, sausage, eggs, and hash browns. Breakfast of Champions. When it was ready he went and woke up Cyphon, the two shared a quiet meal. After which, Ajurh went to his room to get ready, today he wouldn't be wearing his usual black suit. He slipped into Black Combat Fatigues that he had paid a pretty penny for, they were flame-retardant and water-resistant, not to mention light weight. It doesn't hurt to be prepared.

When he finally felt ready he headed out of his room, nodded to Cyphon and was about to head out the door when the phone rang. Who could be calling? I just got this number. Ajurh picked up the receiver. "Hello?" Seemed like the obvious thing to say. "Hello Ajurh. I was Just calling to wish you luck today and tell you that I'd be watching." Ajurh was Shocked. Johan Rise, his former master, had called him to wish him luck. "How did you get this number?" Johan laughed that same laughed that he always did when Ajurh did something that he found amusing. "You think I don't keep track of my former apprentice?" "Well no I-" "Make me proud kid." And he hung up.

Ajurh was more than a little shocked now, but all anxieties he had earlier were long gone. Today was His day. When he entered the waiting area to the testing grounds, he went over to one of the tents where goodie bags were being handed out. Keeping to his theme, he picked up a small black cloth bag. Inside was a bottle of Iodine, two bottles of a sports drink of some kind, and a role of bandage wrappings. Perfect, this will be plenty.

Ajurh made his way over to a man with a very expensive look to him was telling about the test and promising that all the traps were non-lethal. Grab a medallion and get out alive. Sounds simple enough, but I just know it isn't going to be that easy. After the man finished speaking a count down started. Five minutes until zero hour. All that is left to do is wait.

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Edited by Ajurh, Jun 11 2012, 06:39 PM.
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Once again Radek found himself in a situation where "thick as thieves" could be taken almost literally. It had been a while since he left The Bay, in fact he hadn't left since arriving. He had lost all his golems but Hecktor in Jamaica and so he needed to regain some power. He was later redirected to a golem technician that lived within the area, and despite a rocky start, Radek's prowess with golem coding had been enough to interest the golem tech, and soon they were thick as thieves, as in the idiom this time.

After their successes with a hive of insectoid golems with spying gear the golem tech helped Radek build new golems. Radek first decided he wanted a mount, but there were so many styles to choose from, something normal like a horse, bear, wolf, bird, pegasus, or even something with a chariot. After deciding a chariot would be too grandiose, that and they hadn't even decided how it would even move, and having difficulties with flying mounts, they decided to try make a golem horse, which he calls Decker. It was simple and Radek wasn't even sure he wanted to keep a mount yet. Radek also got this sort of humanoid golem with a pear shaped body, he named it Mesh. Radek was busily messing with the coding on his queen insectoid golem. From what he heard they were entering a maze so he gave instructions to the drones to scan the area and give Radek details of the immediate area and report back 10 minutes later, with that data Radek create a pathway for Mesh to patrol. Radek would then keep 3 drones to himself so he can check around corners or down different paths without putting himself into any danger, and the other 6 would explore and watch people they find, their report timers have been reduced to 20 minutes in case they end up needing more time to escape. Besides being almost completely convinced Shibusen wouldn't have any golems for Radek to steal, he was feeling good about this.
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Jason woke up to sun beating down on him threw his bedroom window. Today is the day, time for the Grand Test Auto. He thought to himself. He got up and decided to do some warm ups for anything at all could happen today and he didn't wanna be disqualified because he pull a hamstring. He did 100 push ups and 50 push ups then he went and got a warm shower to loosen up his muscles.

After he got dried off, brushed his teeth and got dressed for the test. He went into the kitchen and made himself a egg and bacon sandwich.
A breakfast fit for king." he said to no one in particular. Since he had nothing to really take with and he owned no weapons he decided he would have to go hand to hand with his opponents if there were any. He arrived roughly at 8:30 a.m, 30 minutes before the big speech was supposed to be given. He went in and grabbed a bag at random. It contained: Two bottles of some sports drink, a roll of bandages, Sunscreen and 5 pencils. Don't know what i need pencils for but okay. he thought.

He watched and listen to the speech when 9:00 came around. Apparently they were to find several medallions in the maze and come back with it while avoiding traps. He slipped his bag on and and took a look around. He saw one face that stood out of the crowd though. It should of course since he set him on fire... twice. He went over to the man. Ajurh was his name i think. He thought. " Hey good luck with the test Ajurh hope you get a medallion. Also sorry bout having to set you on fire during the training, was only doing my job of defending." Jason said with a grin.
I shall protect yo- OHHHHH BUTTERFLY

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A loud alarm began to ring in the Sharehouse. None of the occupants knew who owned the alarm, or where the ringing camae from, but at 4:12 AM each & every morning the alarm would buzz, continue on for 10 minutes, then lapse into silence. Most of the students living there had come to hate the alarm, and would sullenly return to their sleep once silence returned. Ruben however, liked to wake up early. He felt the earlier he woke up, the more he could do during the day. As such, he was washed, dressed, fed and ready well before 6:00AM. To help fill the time he went down the Sharehouse's garage, which Ruben had claimed as his own as the oldest & most senior member in the share house. He claimed he paid an extra $10 per week rent on it, but ever since 'Blue' & Pol had been in the share house Ruben rarely had to pay his own rent at all. It was great living with friends who didn't value money.

Ruben got to work on his golem, Ber. He used his earth magic that all golem technicians had to smooth over the small cracks in the clay bricks, he checked for any fault lines and sprayed the tan hide to keep it as flexible as possible. After that, he compressed his golem down. The giant brick anteater quickly shrunk down until it turned into a pair of shoulder high gloves, which Ruben slipped on. He clapped his hands together and scowled at the the world at large.

”Leeeet's go!”

It didn't take long for Ruben to wake up his Demon Weapon partner Will, and to hustle his blind friend out of the house & up the stairs to Shibusen. They had been doing it for a few years already, so the thousand odd steps up the hill was trivial. They arrived at the scene at the GTA, and Ruben was overawed. A massive concrete cube dominated the horizon like some god-sized Rubix cube, making Ruben feel small and weak. Around the foot of The Cube were a number of jolly markets. Ruben was more than happy to distract himself by looking at the markets, rather than dwelling on The Cube, so he trotted down to one of them. It was by owned by the icecream chain Death “42 flavours” Robins, and they were handing out free stuff. Now Ruben had been raised in Loew village, where 1 shiny American dollar could buy you dinner & a night at the movies, so the idea of free stuff was pretty grand. He excitedly snatched at the showbag before the owner could change their mind about it and quickly ran to the next stall where other people were also handing out free stuff.

”Will! This is grand!" He repeated, "We're getting free stuff! For free! Quickly, let's see how many more we can get!”

The rest of the morning was spent racing from one sponsor to another, snatching one of their showbags and then running on. By 9AM Ruben had all 15 showbags strapped to his arms from the various sponsors. Some of them had things like mascara in it “to have the killer look” but the point was that Ruben got all of it for free. He was practically giddy with excitement. Who cared about possible impending death at the hands of The Cube when you had free mascara?
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The strength of 16!

Ber, the finest golem in the world!
And its owner, Ruben not the greatest golem technician in the world, but most Enthusiastic!
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Izzy was in the crowd that had gathered for some kind of test. A man was already telling her the things she really didn't want to hear. His forward statement was about enough to make Izzy want to leave.

“Anyone who wants out better say so now. After this there is no turning back.”

She shuddered. Things like that were going through her head constantly since her last mission with Zelda, with whom she seemed to have some connection after being her "savior" by not leaving her to die on a rooftop. It was... complicated. But, either way, she was still worried. She had counted herself out two strikes already, one for each mission. True, there didn't seem to be any casualties in her first mission, and she deep-sixed 3 students in her previous, she just counted them as separate incidents. To her, this was her last strike. And what better way was there to earn it than to prove herself to that man? She had no name for him, nor did she really care. It didn't matter; all she needed to know was that he was the one to impress. Along with the countless people expecting to see a televised test where Shibusen students are to triumph. Not only was this her christening as an enemy to Shibusen, but it was also her debut. Her chance to a big break, so to speak. She gave herself no time to get cold feet. And set off into the tunnels in the middle of the group.

After a warning from this John guy that was speaking before, about not going to the center of the test area, he had them take another precaution: protection against sonic assaults. She obeyed his order to put in earplugs, and she couldn't help but think it was her that he nodded to. As if to say that she was important enough to warrant the entire party to take her power into account. Though, in all actuality, he could've been nodding at anyone at all. Izzy felt some determination begin to lap its way onto the beaches of her psyche. I'd better not mess this up, she thought to herself. And I'd better not disappoint the audience... who know what a good sponsor is capable of in a human society that runs on money?

She waited as instructed beneath the grate. The curtain will raise when necessary, and the opening act will give way to the true star, in time, the musical soul of the lyrebird witch!
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Kurai stood up from her simple yet balanced meal at her table. She looked at the calander and smiled lightly to herself as she began to get ready "Ah the Grand Test Auto has arrived. Time to see if it is all it's cracked up to be." she then walked into her room and picked up her water bottle tucking it into her pocket.

She then walked out of her house and headed off to the designated meeting place for the "opening ceremony". As Kurai walked she couldn't help, but remember back to when she heard about this Grand Test Auto. She was sitting in class paying attention when the students around her began to chatter about some up-coming event. This of course sparked Kurai's natural curiosity, and she had no real choice, but to figure out what everyone was talking about. Well she found out alright, The Grand Test Auto. The name was strange to be sure, but this wouldn't stop Kurai.

As she arrived at the speech she looked around at all the faces she knew. Of course being the quiet reserved individual she was she most likely never said anything more than "hi" to most of them. As she listend to the man in the suit give his little speech she couldn't help but feel that the reason he had to make this speech was because this Test had killed students in the past. The important information she kept in mind was the fact that in order to win she had to collect a Medallion and make it out of this maze alive. Pretty straight forward and this'll be an interesting challenge for me. She thought to her self as she looked around at all the different weapons and meisters.
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Sivan already had experience when it came to these kinds of things. After all, he and his WBFF (werewolf best friend forever) had tackled last year's test together and it was a lot of fun. People seemed to have a look of shock on their face when he was one of the few to people to pass. Something about although he was weak. His attitude and personality seemed to null the horrifying aspects that psychologically destroyed most test takers. All in all it was just a bunch of fancy information Sivan had no need in trying to understand and so he completely ignored all that and let time pass until it was time to take the test once more.

This time around, despite looking around for his werebuddy, Sivan did not find the dude anywhere and he strutted from stall to stall. After enjoying some delicious ice cream as well as pocketing several tubes of mascara for whatever reason. Sivan didn't have a problem copping the free stuff and while this had him prancing about using the cowbell from DSPN, he could see many students fretting more over the exam than the free stuff. Where had people had gone these days. Sivan scanned the students making the way to the starting line and his eyes locked onto one female he had met before. Why it was Kurai!

Sivan gathered all the items and stuffed them into his adventuring backpack as he rushed his way to the starting line. "HEEEEEY KURAI. It's Sivan! I HAVE FREE MASCARA, YOU CAN USE IT IF YOU LIKE!" Sivan yelled as he squeezed his way through the students until he reached her. Once he did, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Hey there! What's this mascara stuff anyway. It looks like a multipurpose paintbrush, want some?" Sivan spoke normally as if unaware he was to be taking one of the most important tests ever.
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"Ehhhhh.....ugh....w-whah,"

Fen sat up in bed sharply, still in limbo between sleeping and waking. He had been enjoying a lovely thirteen hour semi-comatose sleep, but an intense sense of foreboding had him incredibly worried and far more awake than he would have liked to have been at the moment. Quickly Fen ran through everything he could think of that was important. Mission today? No. Class? No. He considered that he might have been mistaken, and let his shoulders relax. Grunting, he noted how frustrating it was that his sleep had been ruined for nothing. He reached for the watch on the table next to his bed, and held it aloft. It was only 8:- OH SH!T GRAND TEST AUTO TODAY!

"AAaauuuughh!" Fen cried out, kicking his covers off so hard they hit the far wall. He sprinted out of his room in his boxers. Exactly forty-three seconds later he came sprinting back in, soaking wet. He toweled off as fast as he could, pulling his jeans on, wrapping his calves and wrists in bandages and securing his belt. He pulled open another drawer from under his bed, unintentionally breaking it off of the tracks. Reaching into the drawer that was now hanging crooked, half on the floor, Fen pulled out the clothes he had set aside for the test. There was a tank top with a long zip-up neck, which he quickly pulled over his still soaking hair. Then he grabbed the shemagh scarf and wrapped it around his neck. Looking down, he admired it for a moment, nodding to himself encouragingly, before grabbing his watch and snapping it around his wrist. He leapt over to his mini-fridge, and threw the door open. There was very little food, as Fen had neglected to purchase groceries for this week, instead spending what he had on fashionable new clothing and rent. Not to be deterred, he grabbed a lone cup of yogurt, and jabbed his thumb into the top. Tilting it back, he downed it like an energy shot, then grabbed a chocolate bar from the top of the fridge and flew out the door.

Fen finished the bar as he reached the top of the steps, discarding the wrapper. He shook his head side to side violently, drying his hair a bit more, and making a few discontent passerby noticeably wetter. Ignoring them, Fen made his way into the field of colored tents. He checked his watch again. He sighed with relief, as he realized he had still made it on time. Now to just… he scanned the crowd for wavy lavender hair and horns; any sign of his partner, Aries. Fen frowned, and cocked his head to the side in thought. He recalled having maybe implied, in so many words, that consequences including being sheared and then eaten may ensue if she wasn’t on time. He could only hope that she had taken that to heart.
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Fenris Dierdred - Half-Blood Werewolf
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
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