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Test Drive - Pre-Game

Welcome to the first Test Drive Meme for Phantom Thieves International! Use this post to try out your characters. If you have at least 10 comments in threads with at least two different characters (a thread being 4 or more comments from you), this can be used as the RP Sample for your Application.

Testrun Prompts

Something growing teenagers and college students often share is a love of large portions of greasy food delivered quickly and for a bargain price. For teenagers, their limited spending power and large appetites makes this an ideal combination, whereas college students often don’t have the money to eat well, or even regularly, so the occasional large meal is a rare but valued treat. To that end, a local diner has come up with a rather ingenious scheme - the Omegaburger, a $25 two-pound burger with a generous helping of fries and an extra large soft drink. If you can finish the burger in 10 minutes, your meal is free.

It’s definitely a gamble, so it hasn’t had too many takers, and whenever anyone tries it’s always announced with a great deal of fanfare and curious onlookers. Are you one of these onlookers? Are you a poor fool who has taken up the challenge? Did you just succeed (or fail) and now need to be extremely sick? Are you the unfortunate friend of an idiot who took on the challenge and has now decided to be very sick on your shoulder?

II.

Delving into a Palace can be a strange and terrifying experience. Today, you and your fellow Phantom Thieves find themselves in a distorted circus funhouse, full of mirrors and illusions that make it impossible to discern where you are. All around you, distorted reflections abound and clown-masked Shadows lurk behind every corner, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting thieves.

How is your team handling this? Are you afraid? Emboldened? Does someone on your team have a sick sense of humor and is actually enjoying themselves? Or are you too busy getting attacked to develop much of an opinion besides “need to stab these things now”?

III.

Rush-hour in LA can charitably described as a violation of human rights, but it’s usually not THIS bad. Perhaps the source is that giant police blockade that has cordoned off several streets in downtown LA for an undetermined reason. Motorists are forced to go around and pedestrians who stray to close to the blockage may be met with questions. The police themselves are a grim lot, heavily armed and looking much more the part of an army than a civilian police force. Pedestrians who stray too close seem to be subject to pointed questions or rebuff from the assembled officers.

Got somewhere to be? Not gonna happen. Look suspicious? You might have an officer scrutinizing you with care. Getting belligerent? That’s really not a good idea right now. But that’s OK, right? It’s not like you have anything to hide.

IV.

You’ve managed to score an invite to a pretty swinging block party. Rumor has it that some Hollywood casting folks will be present as well. If you’re in LA to make it big in Hollywood (and let’s face it, who isn’t in this town?) then you have to be there. As for the party itself, well, the alcohol is plentiful, the ID checks are cursory, the music is… high in volume if nothing else, and the people are pleasantly fake and often overdressed.

What are you doing here, anyway? Looking to score a big break? Dragged here by some friends? Want some free booze? Are underage and want some free booze? Are actually part of the industry and trying to avoid having to deal with all these posers so you can have a damn beer in peace?

The holiday season has come to a close, which means it’s back to the grind. Whether you’re in school or working, it means getting up at an ungodly hour, dragging yourself out of bed, and being a productive member of society. For students, that means returning from a long holiday and trying to pretend you didn’t forget everything you learned in the last semester. For office workers, well, that means you have no holidays to look forward to for about five months.

How are you doing? Hung over? Tired? Resentful that you have to work again? Just glad to be out of the house and doing something productive? How about your friends and/or coworkers? Glad to see them? Already want to punch them after five minutes?

VI.

Wildcard! Feel free to make your own prompt.

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[ V. THE DOLDRUMS

Maya is a woman that hates the end of holidays, and her roommate, or one of them, anyway, Ulala, is a woman that insisted she buy a gym membership. She's dragging herself out of bed and to work, but it's slow-going. She pulls on whatever's clean (screw laundry, she'll do it later), gets ready, and then heads out the door... only to bump into someone because she's half asleep. Sorry! ]

Oh, no... s-sorry! I wasn't--I didn't... god, Mondays, right? I'm sorry!

[ II. PALACE

She is here, but she has no idea how to feel about this. It's her first time in a Palace, and to be honest, it's both terrifying and exhilarating. She wields her two pink pistols in each hand (replicas, but they work well enough) with gusto, at least... although her first shots don't hit anything but mirrors. ]

W-whoops! I'll get it next time!

[ Bang. Bang. Two more mirrors. Okay, really, she should try to pinpoint the actual Shadows in here, but she's just... actually, to be honest, she might just be a terrible shot. Maybe someone ought to direct her? ]

D-do you think I should try something else? ... Wait, no, I'm sure I can get it! "Think positively!"

[ WILDCARD.

She was coming to local college and school campuses to report on, of all things, the state of their education. If she doesn't look too pleased about being here with her equipment as she gets it out of her van, it's because, well, Maya's not. In particular, though, she'd at least tried to find a campus that had something interesting to offer. An urban legend, an old ghost story... really, anything to be useful and bring some kind of truth to the world.

She's muttering as she's unloading her equipment. ]

This isn't the kind of "hard-hitting" story I had in mind... when I told my boss I wanted to go reporting on the places that needed it most, this wasn't what I meant... sure, schools can BE bad, but they're not the only problem...

[ A sigh a she hefts her camera bag out and onto her shoulder. Time to go find a scoop. If you're a college student or a high schooler, you miiiight find her coming up to you for an interview. ]

Ciao, I'm Maya, with the L.A. Times! Can you tell me about that rumor going around the school?

IV

[Ky was against the wall, watching the crowd. The police presence was basically a courtesy to make the party goers feel comfortable, but it doesn't mean they're slacking. For the most part, he was randomly stopping anyone that looked too young for ID checks, and checking for signs of drug deals or usage when he approaches another person who seem a bit too young to be at these kind of parties]

Excuse me, may I have a moment?

V

Ugh...

[Unlike the students, he sure didn't have any time off during the holidays, and instead was part of a bust of a meth lab on the 24th - Merry fucking Christmas to him. Today was actually his first day off, when everyone else was getting back to their regular schedules. He was sipping away at a thermos full of tea as he tries to get some grocery shopping done, picking at the holiday goods marked at discount. Even the tea wasn't enough, as he starts to drift off, leaning against his cart - which slips away from him, and lacking the support, he suddenly faceplants]

Ooow!

III. Blockade

Just a little distance from the blockade, there's a pale young woman looking miserable and staring at the assembled police officers with something like fear in her eyes. Every so often she plucks up her courage, wanders closer, and immediately chickens out. It's super noticeable and the cops are starting to eye her suspiciously.

"Oh no...I'm going to be late..."

II. Palace

Cape billowing behind her, Terra (her name is Trance right now, she keeps slipping on that) tears her flame-patterned mask off, summoning her Persona and vaporizing a Shadow with an incandescent lance of flame.

"Who's laughing now, asshole?!" she snarls as the heat of her attack causes cracks to craze over the surface of the nearest mirrors. Gesturing with her sabre, she smashes another one of the clown-like Shadows into the ground with a strike from her Persona.

Stalking over to the downed Shadow, she raises her sword overhead and starts stabbing the clown-like thing over and over, her face twisted into a furious scowl beneath her mask.

It's rapidly becoming clear the 'problem' she mentioned she had with clowns wasn't simply being afraid of them. Someone should probably get her to stop using up all her stamina on the mooks.

II

"What I want to know is, who are all these people who actually like clowns? Like, how are they still a thing? I hate them," Enokizu announced decisively to no one in particular. "I hate them more than..." He paused to review the exhaustsive mental list of things he hated. "I hate them more than creepy crawly things, and stale cake, and public transportation, and telemarketers, and when your favorite TV show gets unexpectedly cancelled even though the Blu-ray sales were strong." Eno gave a firm nod, sure that he'd managed to thoroughly articulate his position on clowns. People were always telling him that he didn't make sense and that he needed to explain himself, so he'd taken their advice to heart.

While the prospect of fighting monsters in an alternate dimension appealed to Enokizu, he knew that it was unwise to rush into battle without being fully prepared. So, he stopped for a moment to squint at his reflection in the rippled surface of a fun house mirror. Apart from the way the mirror stretched his body into something resembling a wet noodle, he looked good. Exactly how a phantom thief should look... unlike some of his fellow thieves who looked like rejects from a cosplay convention. Enokizu tossed his scarf over his shoulder, idly wondering if his outfit could be improved by a cape or whether that would just be overkill. Probably overkill. He adjusted his cap at a rakish angle, satisfied that he was now looking awesome and ready for action.

"What were we talking about? Clowns, right? Yes. Let's punch some clowns."

III

Enokizu had never liked the police - not since his first run-in with an LAPD highway cop who'd fined him for driving without a license, even though it was really the DMV's fault that he didn't have a driver's license in the first place. So what if he'd failed the vision test? He was an excellent driver! He'd never hit anything that was alive, and that was really all that counted, right? It was just more proof that they were living in a fascist police state.

Now the fascist police state had caused a massive traffic jam with their blockade, and there seemed to be little hope of Enokizu's bus ever arriving. He'd decided to walk, only to run into even more yellow tape and traffic cones. It was difficult to tell whether the heavily armed officers were trying to keep people out or keep something in. Whatever the reason, the police response seemed wildly excessive... and they weren't even attempting to deal with the traffic or with the increasingly restive crowd.

"Hey! What's going on in there!?" He pushed his way through the crowd, approaching the cordon. "You can't just leave people stranded out here!"

III.

[Fingers tapping idly on the wheel, the radio in the background playing some song or another that doesn’t register. Gallagher is just as caught in this as anyone else is. He has lived in LA for years at this point, he understands how traffic works. Pattern recognition is a skill you pick up when you work in law for even a short period of time, and while he is no longer a traditional lawyer, such a sense of intuition has only sharpened over time. For many this would appear to be a particularly bad traffic jam. Gallagher knows better. The police barricade catches his eye in the distance. He already has his car parked knowing he won’t be going anywhere soon. And well... there’s no harm in investigation.

[He is calm in his approach, keeping up his official image. He doesn’t exactly press anyone, doesn’t go to press the police about it. He may be an acclaimed and powerful judge but... physical intimidation is not a part of his arsenal. He does at least try and sneak a peak around. He realizes it’s pointless, and not wanting to cause a scene or provoke trouble with the law, he retires himself aside. He begins to reach into his pocket, ready to pull out his phone and make an inquiry into this to someone who will be able to tell him, and in that moment, his awareness lapses.

[And in that moment, forces coincide to have him run right into someone.]

“Ah-“ [He catches himself. He doesn’t end up tripping and falling but he’s still rather disappointed in himself. He is a Judge, he has an image, he has to have a certain level of conduct even when not acting in an official capacity. You never know who could be watching. He doesn’t let this slip through his composure, however eve.] “My apologies. This inconvenience has clearly put me off in my conduct.”

II. (If he takes an Operator role)

[If this is how horror movies perceive a circus funhouse, then this Palace certainly shows. And with all of these mirrors and illusion all around him and his team, he knew this wasn't going to be easy. Especially that Shadows began to surround them.

Not wanting to waste any time, he summons his Persona and scans most of the Shadows. But...]

Mon Deiu... This is a problem... Most of the Shadows are using mirrors' reflections to hide. I can try to pinpoint which ones are real, but be careful about attacking one of them.

[Easier said than done. With the mirrors all surrounding them, he can't even tell which one is real, forcing him to scan the area in order to snuff out the Shadows in hiding. Let's just hope the others may able to spot the real ones.]

V.

[It's been almost a month since he returned to his office after holidays. Augustine is happy that he spent his holiday with his loved ones, but he is also free from many people spreading false rumors about his mother and him. He needed a much deserve privacy and a winter break is just what he needed.

But while he is satisfied with the holidays, he is nonetheless tired as he slumps onto his chair in front of his table and stares at his laptop screen. He really wants to have a few more minutes of sleep, but he really needs to wake up early to try preparing his lecture very soon.

Suffice to say, he might end up yawning all morning around the faculty office if you try to meet him. In fact, he might greet you a smile despite his tiredness.]

WILDCARD (If he takes an Accomplice role)

[Whether if you are a college student who had a hard time at home or school or any scandal involving your family, you felt very down just by living. Regardless of your reasons behind your depression, Augustine may notice this and approaches them with a concerned look on his face.]

Is there anything that is troubling you? Don't worry, I have time to hear about your concerns.

[He even put down his books beside him before he sat down next to the troubling student. While he also has some troubles regarding his own family, it doesn't stop him from helping out another.]

II.

[Locke, or Hunter, as he is known in the Metaverse, has his back against the wall, watching a gathering of nearby shadows. Turning, he nods at his partners, brandishing one of his daggers]

Ready? We go in quick and take 'em out before they can respond.

V.

[Some people don't take coming back from holidays. Other people are out in the square on UCLA's campus protesting police violence at 8:00 AM on the first day of class.

Locke would fall under that "some people" category. And thus, here we are. You probably need to get to class, but there are about two dozen students holding signs and yelling. You know. Monday.]

Edited 2017-12-07 06:00 (UTC)

V (School)

[Vacation was rough- his family only ever loosely celebrated Christmas before, but this is the first one he's spent away, and it was... noticeable. So unlike many other students, he had decided to spend it studying and training. Working long into the night to chase away the dis-ease.

Which is why before class starts the normally very studious Takumi is.... passed out at his desk, snoring softly into his open book]

II

[Sniper wasn't afraid of clowns. Hadn't been as a child either, at least not anymore so then he was of ANY stranger when he was little. But one thing he was afraid of back in the day? Mirrors. Or more specifically the shifting shapes of reflections caught in the dark. His eyes drawn to them while he tried to sleep, convincing himself there was something there. The illusions only make his nerves worse, and he's already taken a shot at a mirror instead of a shadow once.

So it was only a matter of time before he catches someone moving out of the corner of his eye and spins with a warcry, bow pulled. Did he take the shot and almost take off someone's ear? Or just scare the shit out of one of his companions? Who knows, but he looks about to do something.]

II

"Don't worry, I know exactly what to do in this situation."

In the confusing and alien world of the metaverse, having a Guide is of the utmost importance if you don't want to get lost or eaten by shadows. In this case, your guide is Zolk: a colorful lizard in your world, an equally colorful kobold in this one. He carried a large sack over his shoulder that made alarming clinking and bubbling noises. When you all turned a corner and found yourselves face to face with a towering, fearsome shadow, Zolk didn't miss a beat.

"RUN!

III

Zolk, now a two foot long lizard (counting the tail), basked comfortably on the dashboard. It was a bit boring in here, but when you're this small, the car wasn't cramped at all.

"Honestly I don't see what the big deal is. You mammals are such babies about a little bit of heat."

Edited 2017-12-11 21:25 (UTC)

IV

Lucio did better than score an invite. He scored a gig! This was his biggest DJ job yet, and if he wanted to make it big he had to NOT fuck this up! So far, he's been mixing up a storm from the DJ booth, and it's all going well.

Maybe you're here to request a song. Maybe he's at the bar during a break while someone else covers for a few minutes. Either way, even with a non-alcoholic drink (drinking while he's working at a gig this important? Not on your life!), he's having a good night.

"Yo what's up. Great party, right?"

V

First day of classes is always brutal. Lucio had a lotta fun over break, but now he's sitting in the back of the Psych 101 (look you need to get those GURs hammered out at some point) auditorium. The classroom is huge, with at least 200 students in it, which is why he can get away with slowly letting his head lean back against the wall behind him and nodding off.

No one cared until he started to snore.

VI

Lucio wore dark clothes and a beanie over his distinctive hair. You probably are dressed similarly. It was the middle of the damn night. You are both here because this major corporation who's LA HQ you are outside of has been working to recruit people living in the poorer neighborhoods in the area with what looked like good jobs but have been rapidly getting worse and worse. After months of attending protests and researching legal action, Lucio has had enough.

Basically, he talked you into helping him break into their offices so you both can see what kind of trouble you can cause for them.

"Okay! You ready for this?"

VI

The WildKat Cafe is a small independent coffee shop on the street corner in downtown Los Angeles. A hip establishment with a street art flair and a reputation for some good, artistic brews, it's a popular haunt for young people looking to get a good cup of coffee while sitting around and being (or trying to be) cool.

As you walk in, the proprietor, clad in an apron and dark shades (despite the sweltering LA sun) greets you as you walk in.

"Welcome. What'll it be?"

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Maya Amano | Persona 2: Innocent Sin

Ky Kiske | Guilty Gear

Terra Branford | Final Fantasy Six

Reijirou Enokizu | Hyakkiyakou

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Augustine Sycamore | Pokemon X (game)

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Takumi | Fire Emblem

Zolk | Original Character

Lúcio Correia dos Santos | Overwatch

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