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Welcome to Medietas! Have an interest in joining the game? Maybe you have an old muse that you want to dust off? Or, maybe you're just looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting among friends? Well, whatever the reason, this is where you can do that!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You've just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon, via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, now that you've arrived and wandered around the starter home you've been given, it's time to check out the rest of the islands. There's a market on Aerilon that is full of treasures. Or, you can check out Chapter Six bookstore. Perhaps you wander over to the Mean Princess facility on Mulciber. There is so much to see!

3. Event: Teams are being put together to venture out deep into the islands of Eurus and Mulciber to track and destroy a vicious beast who has been the reason for the disappearances of several island locals. Please help stop the creature before anyone else goes missing!

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

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[ooc warning: language... like always.]
New Arrival:

When Gus woke up on the flying ship he quickly jumped to his feet and pulled his gun. He didn't know what the fuck just happened but it wasn't cool with him. He'd been in his apartment with his mother and now he was here. He had shit to do and somewhere to be. This was not okay.

He tried to question people on the boat but everyone busied themselves with their work. Gus mumbled curses beneath his breath and waited impatiently for the ship to dock. Once he was free of the god damn boat he stepped quickly and began to search for someone to question. They handed him a phone and a map and the fact that they were waiting for him only piss him off more.

"What the fuck is this?"

Gus was getting irrationally angry and he looked like he might pick a fight if he didn't get the answers he wanted.

Getting Settles:

This was one thing that Gus didn't expect to find. He was standing in the doorway of his new home and his face had turned pale. In front of him was the form of his mother but instead of a person it was the monster that she'd become. It was day out and she was curled in the shadow of the room, her chest rising and falling as if she was breathing.

Gus knew better.

He slipped inside and looked for a large jacket, rope and anything else he could use to restrain her. Anyone walking by the house would hear a lot of angry growling and crashes as furniture and lamps get upturned and thrown across the living space.

Gus was really starting to fucking hate this place.

Clay had spent his time after coming to on the boat in a slightly different state of mind. He'd kept an eye on the others on the boat, trying to piece together how he'd gotten there, what they wanted with him, and most importantly, whether or not the chip in his head he'd assumed was broken had suddenly kicked in and was now robbing him of the freedom he'd tasted for far too brief a time. He disembarked with the rest of them, even more confused after he was handed a phone and a map, but didn't voice his questions.

Gus caught his attention just by virtue of being loud and slightly obnoxious. Clay didn't actually speak Spanish, but he recognized it as Mexican at least. He understood being angry, Clay was himself, but the kid wasn't going to get himself anywhere with the way he was acting. He approached the smaller man cautiously, he'd already proven he carried a gun, and watched him for a moment more, unimpressed.

"Hey, big shot. How are the answers coming?"

Gus turned at the sound of the voice, his gaze glaring at the taller man. He wasn't daunted by Clay's height, having faced people bigger than him in prison. He'd have normally tried to have a conversation with this guy but he wasn't the sort of person who cooled off easily and he had somewhere important to be.

"Are you here to help?" His tone was terse and skeptical.

He had his hand on his gun though he knew better than to raise it in a crowded area. If this guy wanted to fight then Gus would give him one but he was still mindful of those around him. He didn't want to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.

"Or did you just come up here to be an ass?"

A slight smirk teased the corners of Clay's mouth as the kid responded. He was right with his assessment. The kid was a hot shot. He understood the mentality. He'd been that sort of kid, too, until the world had decided to bite him in the ass.

"Take your pick." He looked the kid over, though. There was something in his gaze he recognized, connected with in a certain way. This kid had seen things most people weren't prepared for. It left a haunted look in your eyes that didn't fade no matter how much time passed. You couldn't just forget seeing things like that.

"You got a name, kid?"

Gus puffed up his chest and squared his shoulders as he faced Clay. He spoke with his chin held high in a clear voice. "Augustin Elizalde" He nodded his head with a practice sort of gestured. "My friends call me Gus."

It wasn't an invitation to call him anything but merely spoken like a fact.

"And who are you?"

What do you know? The guy had manners. Clay was willing to play nice with someone who was willing to give him the same. He held a hand out to the kid.

"Nice to meet you Gus. Clayton Young. My friends call me Clay."

Gus took his hand with a firm grip before dropping his arm back to his side. He rose an eyebrow, his voice now containing a little bit of levity.

"We friends now?"

Clay didn't respond right away, taking a stock of the kid. He had attitude, that was for sure, and a temper. When someone was this much like you when you were his age, you couldn't help but like him a little.

"You really out to make enemies already?"

"Nah man. Thought I'd ask before calling you Clay and getting laid out on my ass." Gus was cocky and sure of himself. He knew he could probably win in a fight but he also knew that a lot of fights were won without swinging. This guy didn't seem the type to back down either and that's one public altercation he might not be able to afford. Hell, he didn't even know how to police fucking worked here.

That's not saying he didn't want to try a few rounds in the ring with the guy. Just not right now. He's loosing his steam to deal with it, despite where he's not at.

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