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

[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.

[futhark]

Caster nods at these words. Ah, he is chastised here but gently.

"I shall heed your advice" Graciously even, it's genuine and no sign of mockery here. Although said advice might be followed only, and only in context of Piccolo— everyone else are a fair game for a bit pranking, at least until they state their wishes so clearly. "Spirits like me can be a bit outdated with current trends in manners"

That's a confirmation, right there. No need to beat around the bush if he had been so correctly identified. He dissipates into the air again, only to materialize in a different place. That might look like teleportation but isn't it— Caster's presence can be felt traveling from one spot to another.

"You must hail from a faraway place, so there might be some differences with what proper manners are to us" Why yes, he is curious. From where exactly are you, big guy?

[shutupnail]

Piccolo made a slightly derisive noise at that. "I'm pretty certain most standards haven't changed that much over the years. Playing pranks on strangers typically isn't polite. That sort of thing is reserved for friends." Or in Piccolo's case: never. Not that he always got his wishes... but he tried to make them clear anyway.

"You're different from what I've" a beat, "heard about when it comes to spirits." Or dealt with but the pause was the quick second Piccolo debated on whether or not to tell that tale. He didn't see the reason to get into it right now.

"I'm from Earth. An Earth anyway."

[futhark]

"Earth, huh." Earth had its fair share of mysteries, people, races, and creatures lost to time. Fomorians he remembers came in all types of forms, then there was the fair folk— and those are just of his lands, a small part he was familiar with. So ironically, yeah, he could buy this man being from Earth. Somewhere in far past or future, and probably different hemisphere.

"Guess our place of origin is similar then." On the planetary scale at least "Probably not the time, though. This kind of gear wasn't in fashion yet." It's very casual, but he wonders still.

[shutupnail]

"Are you saying you're an old soul?" Piccolo said. It sounded as matter-of-fact as one could make that sentence sound.

"Not that it seems to make much of a difference here. We could be from completely different versions of Earth, quite frankly. It wouldn't surprise me." And it really wouldn't. It wouldn't be the first time he'd met someone from another universe.

[futhark]

"Alternate timelines happen all the time, that's how the world works. But Earth— Earth is still herself in all of them" So even if inhabited by different people, some things do stay the same... Gaia, Alaya, whatever you decide to call that entity. Parallel timelines with differences are something Caster's familiar with. So he is not surprised by such a claim, in fact, he considers it a high possibility as well.

"I don't really feel old, but there is no denying that I died around 2000 years earlier than the current year" or at least the current year in his latest manifestation. It's unknown which year it is on the train.

[shutupnail]

Piccolo nodded, mostly in agreement with that assessment.

"2000 years..." the Namekian repeated, trailing off. "Yeah, I'd say that's old. Older than Kami," Piccolo said, referring to the oldest person Piccolo could think of that was actually living and not...well, an actual god. That made Piccolo himself several centuries old in a way. He, too, didn't really feel that old though. And he definitely didn't feel like explaining that whole situation either so he left it at that.