TEST DRIVE MEME

[behind_the_box]

Starting now, we'll put up a new one of these very month! Feel free to use the current setting of Pandora (Christmas in July) or make up your own! You can also use the following scenarios if you'd prefer:

1. Mushroom Kingdom

Have you ever wanted to be a fairy? Well now you are, even if the answer was no! The City is a big, big place, all of a sudden. Houses are roomy affairs inside giant mushrooms, there are colorful flowers everywhere you look, and the animals are always friendly! Unfortunately, the only food items being sold in the market this month are fruit, fruit, and.... more fruit.

2. School Town

You may be too old to attend the academy, but that doesn't seem to matter; your attendance is mandatory anyway. Or perhaps you're there to teach, because you're the only resident of Pandora that possesses a certain skill. It doesn't matter if it can't be learned; you have to come up with a lesson plan anyway. At least the uniforms aren't some god awful color, right?

3. Zombie Apocalypse.

There's no coming back from death in Pandora, so you'd better do all you can to survive. Three quarters of the city are already infected, and this is the last stand. Are you going to pool your resources and try to make it together, or is it time to stop trusting others and go it alone until the month is over?

Comments

yo dropping ProtoLancer here again

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer turns around, his finger still picking around in his nose. He too was quite lost, but he had settled into this city somewhat. At least, nothing seemed hostile.]

[Nothing except this other Servant. He can feel himself tense up, even though, technically speaking, the Grail War is already over for him.]

Yeah? What?

FYI: This ShatteredDia is from before the normal one. He hasn't met his Cu yet.

[shatteredservice]

[For a moment, Diarmuid is startled enough by the servant's behavior the he doesn't response. His senses confirm, yes he is a servant, but at the same time his actions are more that of a child than a hero of long ago.]

I am...new here.

[He is thrown a bit, not sure if he should even bother asking this one for help.]

If you have a moment, I thought perhaps I could ask a few questions.

Got it

[puppy_lancer]

So am I.

[He pulls his finger out of his nose and flicks the booger away.]

Well, what do you wanna ask? I'll try to answer.

[shatteredservice]

[Diarmuid watches the other servant's actions, obvious distaste on his face. The question that slips from his mouth isn't the question he originally intended to ask, but hey, at least it is a question.]

What kind of Servant are you? I didn't realize being a hero of nose picking could get one recorded on the Throne...

[puppy_lancer]

...Oh come on! I'm a Lancer! I just happened to to have something stuck in my nose!

[He sticks his tongue out at the other Servant.]

Like you've never done the same.

[shatteredservice]

[Diarmuid's raised eyebrow almost meets his hairline. This servant had not just stuck his tongue out at him. Really? What was this place going to throw at him next? A troll?]

In fact, I have not. There are more civil ways of dealing with such things. You do know the meaning of the word 'civil' right?

[With his immature attitude, Diarmuid would not be surprised if this Lancer didn't.]

[puppy_lancer]

Of course I do.

[He rolls his eyes.]

Man, you're quite a meddler. What class are you? Meddler?

[shatteredservice]

There is no meddler class, idiot.

[Diarmuid rolls his eyes in response.]

I am Saber and before that I was Lancer.

[puppy_lancer]

...I can get the Saber part. All Sabers seem to be pretty snobby. But man, how you were ever a Lancer like me?

[shatteredservice]

I could ask you the same question.

[Just going to ignore that remark about being snobby, yep.]

I find it hard to imagine one such as yourself as a Lancer.

[puppy_lancer]

I've got the spear to prove it.

[He holds out his hand and manifests Gae Bolg.]

[shatteredservice]

[When the other servant so suddenly summons his weapon, Diarmuid almost summons Moralltach in response just out of habit. What stops him is seeing and actually recognizing the weapon the other servant has called.

There is just no way...]

Where did you get that?

[His voice is a low snarl.]

There is only one hero who is worthy of wielding that weapon and you are most certainly not he!

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer growls back at the other Servant.]

From my teacher, duh.

And I don't think a mere womanizer is fit to tell me whether or not I'm worthy of carrying a certain weapon.

Oh Cu, you did not just go there... X.x

[shatteredservice]

What did you call me?

[Diarmuid doesn't resist calling Moralltach to hand this time. He barely resists releasing the seal that binds the weapon's true power. In fact, for several seconds, runes grow bright green along the weapon's blade before fading as he finally pulls his emotions back under some semblance of control. After all, he has not given the other servant his true name. As far as he knows, the man has only made a lucky stab with his insult.]

If you are who that weapon marks you as, then you are the last one to be accusing another of womanizing!

Re: Oh Cu, you did not just go there... X.x

[puppy_lancer]

[He glares at Saber and fights the urge to stick his tongue out at the other Servant.]

I did other things than just sleep with women, you know. What did you ever do?

[He slowly shakes his head.]

Man, how could that little brat Fionn end up jealous of a stuck-up pretty boy like you?

[shatteredservice]

Stop speaking of things you have no right to speak of, dog.

[Deep inside of Diarmuid, the seed of corruption that sleeps in him stirs happily. At the same time, the runes on Moralltach's blade again glow brightly only this time, they don't fade.]

Still your prattling tongue or I will cut it from your head and still it for you.

[puppy_lancer]

What did you call me?

[His grip on Gae Bolg tightens.]

You have one chance to take it back, Saber.

[shatteredservice]

[Diarmuid's eyes narrow, his hand tightening on Moralltach's hilt as he shifts it into a ready position. On the blade, the runes still glow bright green.]

Touchy are we? I merely called you part of what is the translation of your name. Or do you prefer 'hound' over 'dog' that much?

[puppy_lancer]

You called me that as an insult.

[He holds Gae Bolg at an odd angle, pointing it at Saber's feet.]>/small>

I'm no mere wild dog, Saber.

[shatteredservice]

And calling me a 'womanizer' when we have not even properly introduced ourselves isn't an insult?

[There is part of him that screams for him to attack, but another part--a less dark and tainted part--recognizes what the odd angling the other servant has done to his weapon means. He also knows what the result of an attack from said weapon would be. The stories all say that Gae Bolg never failed to find the heart when used seriously and as ambivalent about death as he might be after all that has happened to him, Diarmuid really doesn't want to die so soon after arriving in this strange new place.

Reluctantly--if a fading glow can seem reluctant--the runes vanish from Moralltach's blade. The weapon falls from attack position, to Diarmuid's side before disappearing. In the stories, Cu Chulainn was many things and among those things, he was listed as being a honorable man. Hopefully, that part of the legend is true and he will not attack an unarmed person.]

Back down. Death will gain neither of us anything.

[puppy_lancer]

Only because you told me I wasn't worth to carry this spear.

[Though he's also reluctant, Cu Chulainn lets his spear disappear as well. His opponent has already backed down. No need to press his attack.]

Fine. I don't fancy such an abrupt battle either.

[shatteredservice]

[Diarmuid looks him up and down before sighing and crossing his arm over his chest, resting the hand on his shoulder near where his other arm should have been.]

Can you really blame me? You are not what I expected. Not considering the stories I grew up hearing...

[He's just a little let down his hero turned out to be an Ancient Irish Frat boy....]

[puppy_lancer]

Well, stories get changed. A lot.

[He looks Diarmuid over again.]

And you're way stuffier than I expected.

[shatteredservice]

[He should be insulted, but instead of getting angry again, Diarmuid's gaze just shifts to the side.]

It would probably be best if you don't compare me to anything you might have heard. What I am now...is not what I once was. His story shouldn't be tainted by what is left of me.

[puppy_lancer]

...Huh?

[He scratches his head.]

Wait, how would you taint your legend?