Test Drive Meme 006

[voidtreckermods]

Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab some samples and start having fun!

1. Post with your character. I’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they have been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action!

3. Have much fun!

Happy testing!

Void Trecking

The thing about being on a train hurtling through void space is there’s not much to see. Outside the window lies an endless void of kaleidoscope colours shifting and swirling. It’s probably best not to stare at it too long. Do so and you might start to imagine order in it. Shapes, places, even figures. But your eyes shift... Back to chaos. Probably best you do something else other than stare out the window. Or convince your fellow passengers that void watching leads to headaches!

Relaxing

The newest carriage to be added to the Voidtrecker Express is a rock garden. In a glass domed carriage, flickering with the light of the void the rock garden is a peaceful and medative space, full of mosaics, a pond, fountains and small stony bridges.

It's also the closest to an outside space you have and so is likely to be used for less than peacful activities. Splash in the rivers, race around the paths. Or try and relax on a bench and read amongst the chaos.

Goblin Town

Goblins riding wolves, everyone's favourite foe. The wolves fly, obviously and the goblins fight with short spears, almost like knights on horseback if the knights were terrifying and demonic looking. They are causing trouble by harassing a small village.

Team One

Fight the goblins. A handful of weapons have been provided but mostly you need to try and outsmart the goblins. They can come from any direction, including up. Try and keep the village safe from their attacks.

Team Two

Protect the villagers, help them barricade their houses. Deal with any goblins that get through team one's defences. Some of the villagers want to help and that's alright, some of the villagers want to help and are still in single digits, that's probably less alright. Keep everyone safe!

Team Three

The thing with sieges is, some things still need to happen. People still need to eat. Babies need fed and looked after. Animals need tended. Try and help with the logistics of everything in the heart of the village, as far away from the fighting as possible.

Pick a team, go wild!

Comments

Caster (Cú Chulainn) | Fate/Grand Order

[futhark]

Void Trecking

So, Caster might have been warned about nausea and migraines that accompanied staring out the window for far too long— but that hardly means he is going to just believe what he is told. Things like him don't need sleep, and migraines are for the weak. Give him a bet, a competition and he will play along.

He takes the view like a champ, but eventually he just— turns around like and slides down the wall. Hello, so that's how nausea feels like, he almost forgot—

"Man, you weren't kidding..." he laughs, reaching the floor level. If it fits he sits. And in simple fun ("fun") like this he can be a good sport about losing "Okay, you win. But first, let me know if I got close to beating the record."

Relaxing

Rock garden is a peaceful and meditative space— they said. Well not any longer. Sit too close to the water, and something that looks like a ghostly hand splashes the water. Sometimes, the rock seems to be moving— oh wait, they are actually moving. One time, a whole set-up falls into rubble while a whispered "...shit" is heard in the area. The rocks might be even seen as they rearrange themselves.

It's all very mysterious because it can't be that a culprit is an invisible man, right? (Spoiler alert: that's exactly the culprit here)

Goblin Town/Team Two

Now that's a job Caster can take. It would be made easier if he could freely do caster'y thing, but every spell is a blip on that metaphorical mana bar, which also happens to function as HP bar (best system ever)... but he's not seeking 'easier'. He's looking for 'more fun'. A makeshift spear can't compare to a Gáe Bolg, but it's still a spear.

"Hey, you!" Yes, you. He's staring straight at the nearest fellow train passenger, pupils slit like a cat's, wide grin splitting his face. "We got maybe three minutes before the goblins are here, wanna make it a competition?"

That being, the possible goblin carnage. Or dying epicly in the last stand in some unnamed village.

Wildcard

｢ ooc: aka obligatory, hit me with whatever you want!💪 ｣

relaxing. two can play at this game~

[shutupnail]

Piccolo's ears twitched at the sound of the water splashing behind him but he didn't bother to open his eyes and investigate. He kept meditating without a hitch.

A little later he heard the sound of rocks tumbling down and a softly whispered word (that to his hearing wasn't all that soft actually) of regret. A rock formation suddenly appearing in front of him might have been more perplexing if it wasn't for the misfired attempt. Again, Piccolo ignored it though.

But when a third attempt to spook him or get his attention or whatever this character was trying to do, the Namekian finally slit one eye open to catch him in the act. Only to see nothing. Well. That was vaguely surprising.

He closed his eye again and let the rogue finish his rock sculpting.

Just as Caster might have thought his work was done and could wait to see the result an interesting action took place. One of the rocks that Caster had so painstakingly placed decided to hover in the air. It was only for a second--and then it suddenly darted towards the invisible man, smacking him somewhere harmlessly if he wasn't paying attention.

The green-skinned man didn't move. Didn't open his eyes. But...was that a small smirk on his lips?

perfection 👌

[futhark]

A beefy, green guy doing a perfect meditation routine is too good of a target to pass on. But given his no-reaction skill, it also means he can bore his opponent by simple virtue of not doing anything. And that's it, Caster had almost given up now, focusing on restoring the rock formation when—

Rock flies, shoulder's hit and an "Oomph" sound can be very clearly heard.

Caster looks at the Namekian, who seems to be a picture of stoicism and innocence (was that a ghost of a smirk? The game is afoot again). Surely it's not his fault, right? Naaah, there is no one else in the carriage at this hour. Was this some unknown magic, or telekinesis, or another kind of power— there is only one way to check if this guy can make rocks fly.

Caster picks up a small pebble off the ground and flicks it in the direction of Piccolo's head.

[shutupnail]

The reaction was instantaneous. The meditating warrior moved with lightning speed just before the pebble would have struck him and without opening his eyes caught the rock in his hand. A contemplative second passed and then he flicked it back towards the unseen assailant. Despite only using his one finger to flick the pebble it's speed and strength were quite formidable. Nothing overly powerful for such a silly game--he didn't want to hurt anyone on purpose or by accident--but there was clearly some oomph behind the simple gesture. Perhaps the quiet warrior wasn't quite above showing off a bit.

There was also the fact that his aim was quite true for someone who wasn't looking for his opponent. Perhaps the slight crease to the green-skinned man's brow attested to some concentration of some sort of ability or another if not the exact one that Caster was trying to test for initially.

[futhark]

Being a bullshit, heroic spirit (TM), now that Caster is paying attention he manages to dodge the incoming pebble. The oomph, the speed behind that flick does not go unnoticed.

"Nice catch".

A voice followed by whistle is heard and a figure of a tall (by human standards, not Namekian standards ok) druid, slowly materializes among golden motes of light. Hello. He's grinning under the hood, mostly friendly grin but still one with a bit too many teeth to it.

"And here I thought it will bounce off of some invisible barrier you'll set up." Kind of like Piccolo used his powers before to launch the rock, Caster was expecting these powers to stop the incoming pebble. The fact that he caught it with his hand, that is far more impressive. Nothing wrong with a bit of show-off and Celts had always favoured the bold.

[shutupnail]

The spoken words caught his attention and Piccolo slowly opened his eyes to see if anything was to been seen finally. He was rewarded with the sight of the grinning Celt and frowned slightly in response. That's disturbing, Caster.

"I suppose I could have not bothered," the Namekian replied with a too casual tone, "and it wouldn't have hurt anything. But it wouldn't have looked like an invisible shield if that's what you were expecting." Piccolo didn't have that kind of kinetic manipulation. Though, "More like my ki would have blocked any force from actually doing damage."

He let that one sink in for a moment. But then he had some concerns of his own. "You can turn yourself invisible and you decide that makes it a good idea to sneak around playing pranks on people?"

[futhark]

A Celt he might be, but after spending plenty of time in a rather multinational (and multi-mythological) environment he picked up a few things. Ki, Chi, Qi, same thing as prana. Manipulating your life energy to get results— So he nods, with understanding.

"It's kind of the other way around, you know" There's a pause as he stretches, aimlessly unwinding. "Being intangible and invisible is my natural state. I have to turn myself material to be visible."

Like a ghost. Which is kind of what he is. But it's grasping at technicalities, so Caster follows-up quickly with an actual answer to the question.

"Not saying that wasn't a prank" Because oh, it was "I was bored, and you seemed interesting."

Especially when ki manipulation happened. Not to mention Namekians aren't exactly a sight he's used to. Plus someone in deep meditation always has that mysterious aura that makes one want to poke them. (Please don't)

[shutupnail]

"It's your natural state to be invisible," a brief pause, "and intangible?" Another pause, slightly lengthier. "...Like a spirit?" Or, you know, ghost.

Piccolo's antennae twitched with curiosity. Could it be possible there were spirits running around here? Not that dead people were an unusual thing to the Namekian but there were certain circumstances to most of the dead he had interacted with in the past.

"Hmph. Next time try getting my attention in a more traditional fashion. You never know how someone will react to poorly timed jokes." There might have been less bite to the words than they implied.

Goblin Town

[dredefulchilde]

Caster, you may have just made a friend for life.

There isn’t much that Joscelin loves more than causing carnage, but competition is one of those things. The small boy, already covered in goblin gore from previous kills, grins like he’s just come down the stairs on Christmas morning and seen all the presents under the tree.

“You’re on, old man.”

[futhark]

Ah yes, short, little and murderous. Caster's generally got a bit of protective streak towards kids, but he had also made his first kill at age of six so... It can show in a weird way. Like here.

"How about this, you hop on my shoulders and we stab them even before the barricade falls." Murderous piggyback ride with a spear. Because hey, there is another one just in case.

[dredefulchilde]

Normally, Joss would object to being carried like a child. But this is much more fun than that. He's all for shoulder-jousting goblins and causing maximum carnage.

Really, these two get along far better than they have any business doing.

"That sounds rather fun. Let's do it."

[futhark]

Caster drops down to a low squat and offers as much help as needed for Joscelin to climb onto his shoulders. As he starts to stand up, a plank in the barricade breaks, creating a small opening.

"That's our cue!" Pointy swords might start to stick through that hole soon, but them being armed with spears gives them an advantage. Caster barely stops himself from just throwing one into the hole (can't do that safely with a rider), instead he rushes closer so they get in the stabbing distance.

Stabbity stab, stab.

Void Trecking

[cattewhisperer]

Bayek just stares a the weird man in silence for a good couple of seconds before he shakes his head and comes in to help him to his feet. Better to sit a chair than on the cold floor.

"It is not a competition," he says. "I have already said so."

He can't believe anyone would take it as such. He almost can't believe he has to repeat himself.

"I don't think there is one. It is a foolish thing to do."

Bold of him to assume nobody tried...

[futhark]

Caster grips back on offered hand and is raised to a more standing position. Maybe a bit wobbly, just maybe.

"There is none—?" No high scores of who manages to stare the longest into t h e v o i d before nearing the risk of projectile vomiting? "That means it's time to start one. If I only paid attention to the clock..."

He knocks into the window, but noticeably avoids looking into it.

"In the end, it's the only view that we get here, might as well learn how to enjoy it?"

[cattewhisperer]

There are seats here. Even some in a distance from the window for less temptation. Caster still looks as if he'd be better sitting down.

"I dare not ask what kind of entertainment is popular where you come from if the prospect of losing your dinner over a bet seems enjoyable."

Bayek is not the enemy of fun. He just thinks the type of fun matters. There are better views even on the train. The rock garden is especially pleasing.

[futhark]

Sitting down is a! good!! idea!!! nearest seat is where Caster plops.

"People lost much more than just dinners over bets" In worst cases, even their own heads. Bayek is a man that looks like he got an interesting story to tell, though. "How would people entertain long journeys back where you come from?"

Because that's what it is, kind of. A long, endless journey.

[cattewhisperer]

"Stories, games, dice. None of those make your head swim."

Unless a story happens to be especially gory or disgusting, or certain other circumstances coincide.

"Unless you had too much to drink, that is."

[futhark]

Is staring into the window equivalent here of getting shitfaced? Is there even alcohol on this train??? Not that it matters much, he can't even get smashed for long.

"Drink, huh... I'd take some good ale for that window experience" That kind of head swimming is much more pleasant. "But I take a story. An exchange, what say you?"

[cattewhisperer]

Bayek nods.

"That's fair."

There is a source of alcohol on the train. He was told there is a shop but the train employs no merchants so he's not sure how that operates. It is a kind of sorcery he doesn't understand.

relaxing

[stealsyourheart]

"Whoa." The messy haired teen says admiringly.

"ACTUAL invisibility. Lemme guess, you're magic, coz I've never been able to pull of more than mirror tricks."

[futhark]

A laugh can be heard across the carriage, and this druid materializes out of thin air among motes of light. He doesn't seem particularly solid though, still he raises his hand to the teen as if expecting a high five.

"That's right, everything's correct" Should Kaito take the high-five invitation he will also find out that Caster's also intangible. "I'd like to see your mirror tricks someday, that sounds like an interesting thing."

[stealsyourheart]

He whistles as the high-five goes through.

"AND intagibility. Ye're a wizard!" He even does a scottish voice.

"I wish... I don't have any of my gear here though, and the problem with using mirrors for invisibility is that it only really works in very specific situations like if I'm standing really still or it's pretty dark."

[futhark]

Wizard— Caster's smile doesn't falter, but a short tick runs through his face. Yeah, he's not that fond of that whole "I'm kind of a mage now", but what can he do?

"More like a druid, but yeah" And let's leave it at that. Slowly he fades out of view and continues as a voice from nowhere. It's easier. "Also right clothing and paint, huh? Dress for the surroundings, and ability to sit still and make no noise can be a lifesaver"

No equipment huh.

"They don't let you carry much on this train, huh?"

[stealsyourheart]

"Druid, huh..." He says thoughtfully. "Like in the old Celtic tales. I don't know much about them, I'm afraid."

"It can." He agrees. "Works as a great party trick too! But yeah. We all arrive the same. One little bag with a single measly thing inside."

[futhark]

Celtic, that's right. That's who he is, a Celt. But he laves that topic be for now. Old habits of being cautious about giving up his identity, etc

"They surely don't like passengers with a lot of luggage here, huh?" Not that he even has any wordly belongings, but he imagines to those living it might be more of a problem. "Any idea why such restriction?"