TDM The First

[lethevale_mods]

You probably know how this works, but just in case, here's the idea:

1. You put the name of the character you're testing out in the subject line
2. You write a starter (or several!) in the comment, with the Lethevale AU of your character.
3. People respond with their characters. Threads occur. Friendships are made. The world is put to rights.
4. None of the threads in the Test Drive are game-canon.

Here are some prompts to start you off!

1. Seeking Shelter

You were riding along the mountain road when your horse, terrified by some dark shadow you couldn't see clearly, screamed and bolted, throwing you. Now you're caught in the middle of nowhere, in Lethe Wood, and the rain is getting heavier by the minute.

But what's that? A light? A house? Perhaps if you knock, they'll give you a bed for the night. It'll all look better in the morning...

 

 

2. The Beast! The Terrible Beast!

You took all the precautions. You carried a lantern, kept to the safer streets. Or maybe you didn't. Either way, you were attacked by something as big as a horse, with gleaming white teeth and a hideous howl.

When you run into another person, will you warn them? Will you ask them for a hiding place, or stand and fight? If all else fails, maybe you can use them as live bait...

 

3. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry

Lethevale isn't all monsters and storms. Mostly, but not all. Tonight, there's a party in the Black Swan - dancing, music, and of course, an open bar. Take the chance to get to know your neighbours, why don't you?

4. Pay No Attention To The Passage Behind The Curtain

The two of you were just wandering around Lethe Hall, when you leant on a candlestick, and... what's this? The bookshelf's opened? There's a hole in the wall now, and a spiral staircase leading down into the dark. You know, it's probably best to just leave well enough alone - but you have to admit, it's curious...

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3a

[tuishou]

He's no stranger to parties like these: makeshift and boisterous and the allure of simply not being left out of the next night's gossip being the largest draw, almost magnetic, for the people who swarm in by the hour. The night is late, he's sure, and his drink's all but gone. A tired day of monotony and easier work than his nerves and muscles ache for has left him with little desire to ask for more of the beer- and really, he doubts the punch of the alcohol would have even dazed his genin self. But it was offered, and free, and crisp, and Neji couldn't say no. Just as he couldn't say no to being brought to the tavern at all-- his friends would bark out jeers at the thought. Him? Strong-armed by a man roughly his same age (who then left to chase skirts, the bastard) to attend a joyful affair so out of the blue?

It's a sure sign of the end of days.

Him. Hyuuga Neji. Resting his drink on a table to his left and standing out-of-the-ways of the dance and blunder. Wearing a stern brown coat and trousers with shoes which still hurt his feet from lack of being broken-in. Wearing his hair up, for once, because if his idea was to make the best of the generosity of the hosting town then he couldn't chance being (again) mistaken for a woman by some inebriated cretin. Wearing that band on his forehead as always. Him, the boy who had yet to say a word with any meaning all this while because "thank you"s and "yes sir"s don't fucking count and who seemed more than content to keep it that way.

As is natural, Fate had other orders for how his night should go and Neji was, again, helpless. Not out of any dire need or want to be so; to turn his back on this stranger approaching would be beyond rude. If the man with the polished shoes and styled hair and eager smiles hadn't just made quick friends of half of the damn room (half the town, seemingly), then so be it. But to be extended an olive branch from a town-full of men and ladies wary of strangers and travellers and to shove it back in their face, at this point, would help nothing and no one.

The young man always stood soldier-straight; he only couldn't help the slightest uptilt of his chin in way of greeting to the man. It was almost ridiculous; the new company had almost a foot on him in stature. Was far older. Was far more well-liked.

Neji nodded, to try and piece his words together. "You are correct in your assumption, sir," he says.

White eyes, his gaze, raises to search the man's face and it digs under Neji's skin a little, how familiar the man looks and at the same time, doesn't. His own expression is stone. Polite. But stone. The gaze leaves the dandy with about as much interest as it had first graced him. The boy's baritone continues. "I have no interest in sharing my thoughts with you tonight, sir." Which. Really. Is about the best we could have hoped for.