TEST DRIVE FRICK YEAH

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TEST DRIVE MEME


WHAT THE FUCK TO DO:

► STEP 1; Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting or alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need them!
► STEP 2; Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether or not you're voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3; Post this all over your plurk and get people to get their big asses in here and force them to app or face the consequences. Oh, and I guess have fun. I suppose that's important, too.

taken from ineuphony

Comments

together they... only sweat half the time??

[perspire]

I don't know, to be honest.

[ drawing into himself slightly. he doesn't like being here. everything's too different. ]

;~;

[halftimesoldier]

Hmm... [Marco seems to resign himself. Sure, everything is really uncertain, but for now, they seem to be safe.]

Let's make the best of it, then. [A small nod, and he gives Bertholdt an honest smile before walking past him.]

;;;

[perspire]

... How? [ he looks at marco for a second before moving to walk with him. ]

[halftimesoldier]

Well, being upset about what we don't know isn't going to solve anything, right? We just have to think of what we do have, and keep our eyes open.

[And not be too shy about greeting strangers. Marco has to try and ignore his frightened thoughts. So far, this place has been very foreign and... as long as he's been here, which is little under an hour now, it's been peaceful.]

[perspire]

We don't have much though.

[halftimesoldier]

Um. [He scratches at his neck softly, looking to the side in thought.]

Have you met any locals yet? Maybe they would be willing to help!

[perspire]

No, not yet.

Should we go looking for them then?

[halftimesoldier]

Maybe we should figure out what we need, too...

[He's thirsty from all the running he'd been doing before he showed up.]

[perspire]

Something to eat and a bed ...

[halftimesoldier]

A bed? But, we haven't even been out for very long.

[Food doesn't sound bad, though. He's not hungry, but he's sure after taking one bite, his appetite will kick in.]

[perspire]

Yeah, but it'll be comfortable.

[ #goodreasons ]

[halftimesoldier]

Hahaha, is that really what you're looking forward to most of all after our mission, Bertholdt?

[There's a teasing glint to his eyes before he looks forward, trying to think of where they should be headed specifically.]

[perspire]

It's something good to look forward to.

[ because beds are nice. he looks down, a small smile on his face before he looks towards where marco is looking. ]

[halftimesoldier]

You're right.

[Still smiling, keeping his thoughts to himself.]

[perspire]

So... that way, then?

[ points in a general area! ]

time to throw Marco at random people!

[halftimesoldier]

I think so... It looks like it's only homes around here.

[It is the middle of the day, after all. What would everyone be doing inside on such a pretty day?]

yes marco, do all the talking and bertl can just stand there and look... sweaty

[perspire]

So we should be able to find someone soon.

feel free to jump into any of my threads!

[halftimesoldier]

Unless we're walking in the wrong direction. [Is there even a right direction? Marco begins digging through his pockets and pulls out plastic... what are they? Coins?

Come to think of it, he does feel lighter, too. It's all a little hazy.]

sob i will helpfully... sweat in those

[perspire]

Hopefully we're not.

[ because it would be their luck if they are but then he looks at those coins with interest. ] Where did you get those?

\o/

[halftimesoldier]

Well... I don't see any titans.

[See, the situation could be SO MUCH worse! He even gives a little shrug and holds out the plastic money for Bertholdt.]

I don't know.

[perspire]

And hopefully we don't come across any.

[ He looks at the money before taking it to look at it a bit closer ]

Huh...

[halftimesoldier]

[Next is a paperclip, a plastic card, and then a small device with buttons on it. That really captures his attention, and as he hits a number, the small black box lights up to display something of a small picture.]

Whoa! Bertholdt! Get a hold of this thing!

[Forget the coins, this is just... weird!]

[perspire]

[ he peers over marco's shoulder, looking at the device. ]

How did it do that?

[halftimesoldier]

Uh...

[He presses another button and the number 4 shows up.]

Wait, that's not it... [And then some more numbers. He experimentally presses another button and a small green icon shows up, followed by a voice. Slowly, he lifts the little device to his ear and frowns, trying to listen.]

Bertholdt... I think there's someone in here!

[perspire]

How can they fit in there?

[ just going to peer closer ]