TEST DRIVE MEME: The First (Fixed Setting)

[thecrows]

TEST DRIVE MEME
HOW TO: Post with your character in what will be a fixed setting for the first round! Do a top level, respond to others! If your thread is substantial, it can be used as a first-person on your application! Remember that this is not game canon, and everyone is welcome!

You were just ushered into a large park by a murder of loud and insistent crows who somehow manage to get the gate shut behind you before they fly off. The park is awfully green for such a dead-looking town. It's dusk, and things are starting to get a little noisy at the edge of the tall iron fence that surrounds the area. There are gazebos, cobblestone pathways, gentle slopes, and of course, the lake and the island with the large, dead tree. It's full of crows, and if you stare at them, they'll all stare back. Feel free to take a load off on one of the many iron and wood benches, but the gates to the city are closed!

This does not, however, mean you are barred from ghost-watching as night progresses. Remember, they won't see you!

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Ophe | OC

[accidentaladventurer]

[Of all the times... Ophe can't be sure what happened, of course. Maybe it was one of-- wait. One of... what? Something that causes her such immediate annoyance should be easily remembered...

No matter, though. The important thing is those crows, and the place she's ended up here. Ended up without her armour, without her sword. That someone was able to remove and take them is a little worrisome, too. But, even if she feels a little naked in Zita's fitted clothes, there's... exploring to do.

The soft grass crunches only slightly underfoot as she makes her way across the path and toward the lake proper; toward the ominous, vaguely menacing dead tree towering overhead in its center. The crows are all there, when she glances into that tree, but they're just... crows, right? Even if they act in an organised manner, they're only animals... she hopes.]

... This is impossible.

[The words escape her before she can stop herself, fingertips wrapping lightly around the discoloured scarring on each opposite arm as they cross.]

[minivanhelsing]

[The Hunter was standing near the tree, observing the crows. It looked like he had kept his hat and clothes for the most part, a red scarf up around his mouth. He was watching the crows carefully, clearly used to things not being as they appear. Though he did mutter to himself as she got closer to the tree.]

"At least there are no scarecrows."

[He had a deep voice with a distinct British Accent. A more upper class one. He turned towards her for a moment to tip his wide brim hat to her.]

[accidentaladventurer]

[That was the sad part, wasn't it? She'd gotten so used to places being anything but their appearance, of truly absurd things like sandwiches appearing in the middle of a cave, of being attacked by carpets with teeth - really, this shouldn't have bothered her at all.]

Scarecrows...? I can't say I've met a scarecrow I didn't like, thus far.

[Her accent was difficult to place - a little British but only in passing; a little Eastern European, too? It would be impossible to guess, of course, if one went from Earth standards. More importantly, there was a faint tone of wariness to her, a distrust that came from years of lies, usually.

When she finally turned her gaze back to the crows, when they started staring back, she shook her head and brushed her hair back.]

I don't suppose we have a clue what they want...? Other than keeping us here, anyway.