NOVEMBER - DECEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

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➞ Post with a character you wish to test drive in this game's setting.
➞ Tag other people's starters and thread out shenanigans!
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Comments

[thenotchosenone]

[That's basically the same thing when you close your eyes.

Neville really can't shake the Malfoy vibes radiating off this guy and it's making it slightly- very, very slightly- easier to want to fight him. He's done it before, after all. Ish.]

So what if I am! Togie's my friend, the only one I've made here so far. He's not something you can just take because you think you're better than me, he's a living thing for goodness' sake! I feed him, take care of him, rock him to sleep, it's me that looks out for him. Not you!

[Neville steps closer, his hands moving from folded to defensive.]

[trampire]

[I can't believe Harry Potter's a nun.

While Neville isn't exactly reminding him of anyone in particular, his level of pathetic is on par with Lynera, that's for sure.

Well, no. That's an insult to this guy, at least he's brave enough to confront Lanque to his face, instead of the backstabbing, gossipy hoofbeastshit she pulls. In that respect, Lanque has to commend him, even if this whole thing is ridiculous.]

Pathetic. I doubt he's really worth the trouble.

[As he says this, he takes the ball from his salandit, who lets out a grumble of a complaint, folding his arms over his little lizard chest as he glowers at Neville.

Inspecting the ball with a flat expression, he then looks to Neville—tossing him the ball. Much to his Salandit's dismay.]

Next time, don't be such a fucking idiot.

[thenotchosenone]

[Sometimes the world works out in your favor and sometimes it doesn't- this is a rare occasion that it sort of works out. He'd fully been about to try and tackle Lanque, but he holds himself back when he sees him moving.

Neville fumbles it, looking like he's nearly about to drop before- got it!]

Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't such an arse, I wouldn't be!

[Wait...

Hrrrmph.]

Shove off.

[With Togie in hand, Neville skulks off.]

[trampire]

[For a moment, Lanque considers retorting, but then decides against it. His interest in this continued exchange bottoming out, and instead he merely watches the other boy as he walks away. Pulling out his 'gear once he's out of sight, resuming whatever it was that he was doing.

Until a moment later, when his Salandit slinks out from behind Lanque, gazing up at him with discontent. Meeting that gaze, he quirks an eyebrow.]

...Well? Go back out there, and make sure you lose them this time. I hardly want to deal with such a whiny fucking bore again.

[The salandit rolls his eyes, before scurrying off to find another fool to fall for his faking. Lanque turning back to his 'gear while he waits.]