voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 006

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Test Drive Meme 006

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!

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Ooooooh. Someone like Lan Wangji! Challenge accepted~

Wei Ying grins, one arm folding at his back while the other absently twirls his flute. "I was just taking a nap in this nice little garden. Sorry to worry you!"

"I'm sorry for waking you." he watches the flute, naturally drawn to musical instruments thanks to a certain brother, "I am Maedhros and I have not seen you before?"

"Aah, don't worry about it!" Wei Ying notices the focus but doesn't ask about it just yet, though he finds it a bit...odd. He bows formally, arms forming a circle before him with the flute sticking out at an angle. "I am Wei Wuxian. I came on...board? yesterday." He thinks it was yesterday? Lan Zhan fell asleep once, so that must be right.

He has work to do when it comes to interacting with others. His strange gaze - a combination of eerie grey and bright blue - refocuses on Wei Ying, though that isn't entirely comforting since nebulous shadows pass across his grey iris.

"Welcome. Are you a musician?" he motions at the flute, "My brother...has a gift."

Which is putting it mildly. In his opinion, there is no better bard on Arda.

Luckily Wei Ying is used to people who aren't used to interacting with others? He's also used to some really disconcerting and uncomfortable things, so eyes with shadows flicking through are just something new. He meets Maedhros' gaze with fair ease and a smile as he straightens.

"Mm, though I really only play the flute. Is that so strange where you come from?"

The mention of a brother has his smile soften a little. "Is he here?"

He has considered wearing an eye-patch, but the problem there is it will greatly change his depth perception. The eye in question works - mostly - but Morgoth scarred it beyond Elvish healing.

"There is no shame in that." Maedhros blinks and smiles faintly, "No. I suppose I am drawn to it because of him."

When you have a brother who could sing before he could talk, you learn to enjoy the art.

"Yes. I call him Kano, but he also goes by Maglor."

Stupid Morgoth :|

"Aah! I play very well!" He's not boasting exactly. Just. Telling the bald truth. But he grins and ducks his head just a little when he realizes how it might come out. "What does your brother play?"

"The next time you perform, I would like to hear you." he has no trouble supporting another bard and it will be interesting to see if that was a boast or not, "Any instrument."

Which is true insofar as he has seen. Maglor has never found an instrument that gives him trouble.

Wei Ying tilts his head at the giant, flute absently tapping against a shoulder. "I could play now, if you want? I don't mind." Lan Zhan might, but last he saw, his husband was still asleep.

"Aah, he sounds very talented!"

"He was born with the gift." he is clearly affectionate where Maglor is concerned. How can he not be? Despite their complicated circumstances, he has always, always loved him.

"If you are willing, I will gladly listen."

He can't help but grin at the clear love in this giant's eyes. Just like a family should have. Even the complicated ones and the adopted ones.

Wei Ying steps back half a dozen paces and claims a seat on a boulder before raising the flute to his lips and starts to play. He doesn't play the song Lan Zhan composed for him (that would be tempting any punishment that might already be headed his way too far!) but another song. One meant to sooth and bring peace to mind and spirit.

And, as boasted, only someone who knows that song very well might hear any imperfection.

Maedhros lowers himself onto the ground with graceful ease, crossing his legs. His prosthetic hand rests on his thigh and he closes his eyes to better lose himself in the song. The flute is surprisingly Elvish in sound and he smiles at the familiarity. Yes, this man is talented.

When the song ends, he opens hie eyes and gives him a smile in the place of applause.

"You did not lie."

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Wei Ying grins at the praise and slowly lowers the flute and leans forward, one elbow resting casually on a bent knee. And promptly, playfully, shakes his flute Maedhros' way.

"I never lie!"

He blinks at the motion and finds himself smiling a bit more. There is something raw about this man - raw and radiant. Maedhros begins to worry that he might darken that light.

"That is a good practice." his blue eye sparkles warmly, "May I tell Kano of you? You could practice together. He has his harp."

"La!" He exclaims with a bright grin, pointing at Maedhros again. "So you do know how to smile! I was beginning to worry about you."

Wei Ying sits up a bit more properly, playful mirth written all over his face. Darkness has touched him, but he's clawed his way out of it. With help. And reminders. "Mm! I would be glad to play with him."

The expression is entirely subconscious and Maedhros realizes, belatedly, that he is smiling. The warmth softens his features, scars and all, and a bit of the prince he had once been shines through.

"Occasionally." his face heats, "I am not the best audience, but we could include my second brother. He can applaud for both of us."

Scars don't bother Wei Ying. He has a handful on this new body already, though nothing like what his first one had by the end. It means survival. This giant before him is a fierce survivor. And still handsome, when he lets himself smile- though no one compares to his Lan Zhan.

The blush isn't teased about and he waves the claim to not being the best of audience away. "You're doing just fine. But I would like to still meet your second brother. Family is important."

"My family is...large. I have six brothers and I am the eldest. Only two of them are present currently - along with my father." his voice is gentle; he likes this man. Wei Ying's stubborn light calls to him and reminds him of better times.

"I think perhaps my mother wished for a daughter and was denied seven times." his lips twitch, amused, "She is a sculptor and my father is a craftsman of great renown."

His eyes fly open wide at the number and he gapes a bit. Six brothers?! And it sounds like one mother to all six! Clearly this woman is quite spectacular!

But. Staring and gaping is rude, and he likes Maedhros already. So. Pulling himself together is go! Wei Ying turns the gape to a wry and still rather awed smile. And...a bit wistful.

"It is good that you have so many relatives with you here. And that your family is large, though hopefully a happy one?" Please. At least one family be happy?

That is a large number even for Elves and, yes, Maedhros is in firm agreement that his mother is an amazing woman. He had been nearby for the birth of all of his brothers and he had seen Nerdanel's fatigue after the fact. For Kano, at least, he had been small enough to crawl onto the bed with her and his new baby brother.

"We care for one another." and that is all that matters in the end, "If you need allies or help, you are welcome to call on any of us. Myself, Kano, Curufin and our father Fëanor."

Wei Ying has never witnessed a birth, and knows very little about it. Other than vague dangers to both mother and infant. But still! That many children! All true born, he assumes, but won't ask. It's clear to him that if any of Maedhros' brothers weren't, they were loved no less.

He solemnly bows once more, though doesn't stand. "You can call on me and my husband, Lan Wangji, if you need help too. I haven't used a sword in a while, but Wangji has his sword." And he hopes telling this new friend that he's a cut-sleeve doesn't ruin everything. He doesn't think so, but...he knows better than to believe everyone thinks the way he does. That the person matters more than who they bond with.

Birth is a miraculous event, but very painful based on Nerdanel's cries. Of course that pain seems easily forgotten when the baby or babies are born. Maedhros was born to be the eldest; he welcomed each brother with warm embraces and endless patience. It breaks his heart that all of them suffered. He should have protected them better.

He is drawn out of his thoughts at that word. Husband. Curufin had hinted that he had attractions of that persuasion and it intrigues him. But he is Fëanor's eldest. He should wed a strong lady and have sons and daughters of his own. That is the job of the firstborn. Truthfully, the idea doesn't bother him. If he found the right lady...

But there is a problem. Maedhros gave his heart to someone a long time ago - even though they could never be together.

"Forgive me..." he must ask, "Your home allows...supports...such unions?" his brow is furrowed, "I would be honored to give you lessons with the sword. You need to know how to defend yourself."

Their new circumstances demand it.

Jiang Yanli had always teased Wei Ying about finding the right woman to balance him out. Ah, the playful times they'd spent! But. She'd been wrong about the gender of who would steal his heart.

That isn't condemnation he hears. Perhaps...curiosity? It still lets him breath a bit easier, glad he'd judged Maedhros right. Though his smile now is wry as he rests both elbows on bent knees, flute held loosely. "Supported...? Not exactly. But it doesn't matter what other people think so long as they don't go after Lan Zhan."

...But now he frowns, not liking the sound of that. "Aah...I know how. I just use other methods to fight." But he doesn't resort back to his usual cheerful smile. He winces a bit instead. "It's just..." No. He sighs and straightens, sitting upright completely properly. Maedhros deserves to know.

"My way of fighting is more what has condemned me than being Lan Zhan's partner. He doesn't like me using it because of the price it demands." He looks down at his flute again. "I'd show you...but I haven't seen any dead here."

Hearts can be stolen in an instant without the permission of their owner. Maedhros knows that well. The one who holds his would probably be safer - saner - without the added burden of...

What they might have had. And the bond makes it difficult for either of them to ever consider settling down. Of course that decision was taken from them by death and Silmarils.

"You are very brave." he murmurs, his tone nothing but genuinely awed, "What is it?"

Concern replaces the awe and he waits, motionless, not wanting to spook the man into silence.

"The dead...?" a chill climbs his spine and he forces himself to breathe in. Just once.

"One sits before you." technically.

Happiness matters more than propriety, when it comes to marriage. That's what Wei Wuxian has always believed, and what he stands by still.

His smile is fleeting at being told he's brave, but he doesn't respond to it. He studies Maedhros quietly for a moment, listening with all his senses before slowly shaking his head.

"...You are not one I can control. Not in terms of influencing to fight for me, or leave." He raises his flute up a bit, though doesn't bring it up to play. "I play a few specific songs, and corpses come do my bidding."

Did he dare...? Of course he does. He is Wei Wuxian. There's a ghost of his usual cheer, it doesn't reach his eyes. "And technically this body you see before you isn't my original. It was sacrificed to me for revenge. I had no choice in the matter."

Test Drive Meme 006

GENTLEST GIANT

o///o

/smooshes cute cheeks

/tags you on plurk for cuteness

ohnonotmorecuuuuute!

happyducks!

/squishes the cuteness!

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Meanwhile Mags' ears are ringing XD

Mags, he loves you.

;; bb bro loves big bro too

;; /smoosh

/SMOOOOOSH

<3

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