skippedabeat | Round 1: Test Drive

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Round 1: Test Drive

Welcome to the first test drive!

Please don't worry too much about using your Personas correctly or following the prompts exactly. They're meant to give you starting ideas, but by all means, go wild and add more options!

The objective here is to try out characters and see who you could have the most fun with in the game's setting. However, feel free to follow this link to request a Persona be generated for you as if you were part of the game. (~~Please try to limit this to only one of your test drive characters if you can as to not overwhelm us!~~ Never mind generating Personas is a pretty fast process! Request for as many characters away as you like!)

If you have questions about the test drive itself, you can ask them here! If you want to play an AU don't forget this entire post can be used for you to get AU scenarios set up and see who your character might have been related too or know before Awakening.

Now then, let's begin...

Prompt 1 - From Dawn to Dusk

The city has been abuzz for the past few weeks. A new string of murders is making front page news and serving as a grim reminder why the nightly curfew is so important. As families, perhaps even someone close to you, mourn, pressure continues to rise at the many police stations and at city hall. The people are afraid and they’re demanding answers.

There's not much time for you to dwell on this.. Like everyone else in the city, you have a lot to do, and a tight schedule to do it in. You don't even notice the application that has appeared on your phone's screen. The headache that follows, however, is strange and disorienting, and it brings with it an odd sensation that something is wrong today. You’re just not sure why.

The day passes by and soon, it's close to midnight. Your body, if you're not in bed by now, is completely exhausted. Despite your best efforts, you'll find yourself closing your eyes. Too bad it's quickly interrupted by a strange noise, and movement like something pulsating softly.

It's your phone, or at least you think it's your phone, but it's never glowed this orange before. There’s mist rising above it almost like fire...something's definitely bizarre about this. Despite your fears, you forces yourself to open it, and click on that strange snake-like icon.

It opens revealing a single statement and blank box;

To begin, please write your name.

Your fingers move on their own. Before you have time to really think about it, and as the pain inside your head becomes so terrible you start breathing rapidly and sweating, you've entered a series of letters and pressed enter. Now you're in a large chatroom with many others...but your 'name' you've never even heard of it...have you? It almost feels like you have...

Prompt 2 - Awakening

The last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon almost an hour ago, yet here you are, walking through the apple orchards located behind one of the campus wings. The strange app that's been sending you strange clues the past seven days now says you're ready to face the truth. It told you to come here tonight, but never to travel alone. Repeatedly, it warns you to make sure to have someone close by if you're to survive…but besides some friends, what else did you bring with you? Did you pack for this, or did you figure you'd make it up as you go? Are you in a position to be able to bring weapons with you that no one would suspect?

Something is out there, and it's getting closer.

Before you can think, you see it: a large, blackish mass, almost like slime, slithering along the ground resembling a vaguely humanoid shape with glowing yellow eyes. When it roars again, it reveals rows and rows of teeth. This was a mistake your brain warns. The strange name from the chatroom, the days leading up to this...you're fairly certain even if you are prepared that you're going to die.

And yet, something inside you stirs. Even as they move closer, you find yourself charging instead of running, as your heartbeat increases. A voice inside is guiding you, each movement bringing forth a surge of memories of a past that you had lost. You’re angry and confused, but your pain, your fears, your rage for all of this… all of that needs to be taken out on those creatures.

All you need to do now is to tear out your heart.

Prompt 3 - A new, old life

Now that you have your memories back, the strange veil of this world has been somewhat lifted. Things that seemed simple now seem strange. You have so many questions, but not enough answers. Then there's the new weapons you wield and the strange creature inside of you...your Heart Persona.

During the day, you are encouraged to continue to live as you did before, but with old and new memories together, sometimes it is difficult to keep acting like you did. Will it cause issues in your job or school life? Will it change your reactions to whatever life you had here? Do you notice others like you who have awakened?

Maybe it would be a good time to send a chatroom message, just to ask others what they are planning to do. Maybe you should set up a meeting to fight shadows at night. Maybe you’ll organize a plan of attack or set up a club to escape the strange looks others have been giving you. Maybe you just want someone's opinion on the best place to have pizza. Hey, no one said you had to use the AppleNET just for serious things, after all.

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Prompt 1
[That Astin Eosson's written a name that doesn't belong to him is only the latest in a string of strange incidents now. The headaches, the drowsiness, and the appearance of the app in the first place--all of it's suspicious as fuck. Paranoia makes him wonder if this isn't somehow a trap; maybe his midnight rendevouzs (like the one he's on right now) have finally caught up with him.

He looks left and right, as though expecting to see the police jump out from behind the concrete pillars nearby in the parking garage. But no, nothing; at the very least if he'd been caught out violating the curfew, they'd be on his ass for that, if not for the can of red spray paint he's been emptying on this douche's car.

With no apparent threat to himself in sight, he sets the can aside and types out a one-handed message in the chat window:]

yo how many of you actually downloaded this app? i think it's a fucking virus

Prompt 3 / Take One
[Kira stares out the window. To the average observer, his sullen mood, exemplified but the uncharacteristically brooding look on his face or the sudden development of some seriously poor posture--might seem like a product of the weather outside: gloomy, threatening to storm--but of course that has nothing to do with the truth. But he keeps thinking back to that strange app that appeared on his phone, that monster, all of these--memories?

It definitely can't have all been a dream. It's all too... vivid, and while certainly fantastical in scope, it all had a sense of chronology, of cause-and-effect, of applied rules and a system of order. Not at all dream-like. Maybe I'm just going crazy, then? Is that possible? Or maybe the paint fumes...]

... "Eosson? Mr. Eosson!"

[The teacher's sharp voice manages to catch his attention finally, and Kira--Astin? It just feels wrong going by that name now--finally looks up. She looks at him expectantly and then prompts him, yet again, for the answer to the trig question on the board.

Kira's eyes flick briefly to the equation. Yeah, sure, he knows how to answer it. He's been a perfect student for the last twelve years of his life (was that really real? What's real anymore?) and it's not like he's forgotten how to do that, or debate, or latin--but he feels snarky now in a way that he never used to. With a smug smirk and eyes that narrow, it only takes Kira twelve seconds to blow his perfect track record.]

Why don't you stick your equation up your ass?

[Even now that he's sitting in the Principal's office waiting to be seen and judged, he can't help but think that seeing the startled look on her face was fucking worth it.]

Prompt 3 / Take Two
[The thing about the nighttime curfew that a lot of people don't realize is that it's not very heavily enforced. Sure, shit shuts down, and the rules are pretty strict, and there's not much legal to do, but for those hoodlums that like to lurk in the shadows and use the time with fewer bodies and prying eyes to their advantage, it's like a holy grail.

Rather than get up to his usual midnight mischief, though (drinking, smoking, picking up older women, vandalizing property, and generally avoiding the company of people who might recognize him) Astin--no, Kira--has been quietly smoking and people-watching in a part of Eddan that's a hair too close to his usual stomping grounds. His interest in the faces and bodies of passersby has a cold but keen look to it, examining men and women alike as though he's trying to peer right through or into them.

Maybe you're a teacher, or perhaps a fellow classmate, or someone he knows from the neighborhood. In any case, "Astin" definitely doesn't seem like his usual self tonight--since when does the grade A student in charge of the Book Club at school go around on a motorcycle wearing leather jackets? For just a split second, though, as you stare, you'll see his image change: his hair is just as dark, but longer, and a strange stain birthmark is visible stretching across his chest. Apparently that moment is just a moment too long, though; you've caught his eye.]

See something you like?

(( Let me know if you'd like to play something else! I'm open to stuff and things. ))

Prompt 3 / Take Two

[ On the other hand, Katou had figured out a while back that the curfew was enforced poorly. He took regular advantage of it, actually— if you look in the right places, there's some seedy hole-in-the-wall bars that still operate and will take anyone with money and an ID, even if it's an obvious fake. He'd been haunting a few bars before— well, before. These days— he wanted more, but had very little idea how to find it in this life, in this place.

Yet. Where there are humans, there's sure to be the good stuff.

In the meantime, he's been heading from one bar to another, his steps carefully measured so he's not weaving too much down the sidewalk. Hey, at least he wasn't walking down the street, right? That's gotta be better than nothing.

Anyway, he's heading to the next amazingly shitty bar when something catches the corner of his eye. He turns to get a better look. A motorcycle and a leather jacket, and— Wait, that guy looks familiar. Astin Eosson? No, wait a minute. Even as the words pour out of the other teen's mouth, it hits him all at once— ]

What the fuck. Kira?!

[Kira had been speaking to another guy--some asshole just past Katou who's even now making his way quicker down the street--so he hadn't really been focusing on his friend-from-another-life before he spoke. When he does, though, he instantly has Kira's attention. The name rings true more than the other name that he's used for the last eighteen years, and he recognizes that voice. Astin--no, Kira--starts, sitting up straighter on the the low brick wall he's been perched n top of.

The guy in front of him doesn't actually look like Katou for a moment, but honestly--he could stick his head in a paper bag and Kira would still know that voice. It stirs with it more memories than he can untangle (beating Katou up the first time they met over a fucking lighter, smashing someone's car lights while drunk off their asses and running away laughing before the cops could show up, Katou stoned as shit while his dad died, pulling him off Setsuna from a fight, throwing up cables, dying)--admittedly, it's a lot to process in just a few short seconds.]

[Still, he does in fact manage to, and in place of the purely shocked expression, a knowing smile takes its place right before he takes a drag off a cigarette.]

Well, shit. Look what the cat dragged in. Now I know I'm in hell.

[The words are cruel--but the tone is warm.]

[ There's memories flashing through his mind, behind his eyes— following Kira around the day after they met until the other boy gave him a damned cigarette, staying at Kira's house when he finally ran away from home, waking up in a hospital because Kira'd dragged his ass there after an overdose, begging him for help when something was crawling in his head, cables (so many fucking cables)—

"I wanted to see you so badly, I crawled out of my grave. So I'm a monster now, just like you."

There's a Pavlovian need for a cigarette crawling through him when he sees Kira smoking, and he pulls out a pack of his own. ]

Screw you too, Kira. [ Though there's no real heat behind it. ] Aren't you some kind of super-nerd now? Perfect grades, blah blah.

[He leans back, shrugging, and taps the ash off the end of his cigarette as the motion reaches its apex.]

Never hurts to have a good cover story. And what about you, huh? You practically reek of money, Mr. Richy-Rich.

[ He takes the time to light his cigarette and get a drag out of it before he bothers answering. ]

A shitload of money and a different flavour of shitty parents. Can't complain about the bedroom, though.

Edited 2017-04-22 07:23 (UTC)

So that's why you're out here? You got saddled with some stuck up shit heads you can't stand?

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