voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 008

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Test Drive Meme 008

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!

Knight Quest

Upstairs in the games carriage there is a VR game set. There are enough headsets and controllers for four people to play. One of the games is Knight Quest!

A game that can either be played on single adventure mode or with the other three headsets in a campaign mode. It is a typical fantasy rpg about a young hero who is searching for a magical item to save the world. The story is simple but fun and engaging. The hero has a sword and shield and fighting in this game requires some physical skill, but practice makes perfect!

Games are a good way of gaining skills so team up and save the world, fighting monsters and practising fighting in a safe controlled environment! Just… Don’t bash into each other.

Making your own Fun

The standard coach doesn’t have all that much in it. Just rows of seats, though at the front of the carriage seats have been ripped up and bookshelves installed.

It’s a good place to read or write in their journals. Or annoy other passengers by climbing from one side of the carriage to the other without touching the floor.

Rehabilitation

The train has arrived at a collection of planets. That is good because your task is finding a place for the lindusi (large lizard creatures, recently rescued from a dying planet) to be settled and the more choices the better.

Team One

The first job is predominantly scouting. The scientists in charge of the lindusi relocation project have given the team a list of important features for a planet to have.

It’s like a scavenger hunt but for running water, certain types of plants, prey animals and other features. They have lent the void treckers some basic scientific equipment for testing the environment.

Team Two

Not all of these planets are going to be empty of hostile creatures. The second teams task is to accompany the first team and keep them safe. They have been given shielding devices, easy to use energy shields large enough to fit two people behind. They are handheld and a quick press of a button will activate the shield.

There are plenty of predators, from bears to strange flying aliens that want to eat you. Good luck!

Team Three

Once a suitable planet has been found the third team are to get the lindusi there. In shuttle ships. They aren’t too difficult to pilot, which is good because the lindusi relocation program is very short staffed.

Once they are safely landed it is a case of releasing them into the wild, in safe locations away from any immediate danger. The lindusi are still recovering from their trip through space after all.

Threaded | Flat

Making your own Fun

Taiki sat at one of the table seats of the standard coach. He has a book in front of him, he had asked and it seemed it was fine to borrow them. But his attention is not on it.

He is staring mostly into space, sometimes out of the window though that makes his head hurt. He pushes it as far as he can but then his eyes return to the carriage itself.

There is a lot to think about and yet not much point in thinking. He has no idea how to get home and it seems like nobody else does either. Without even a first clue into how they arrived here or how to get back thinking was a futile exercise.

He was pretty good at such futility. He looked back at the book, finding his place again though it was only a few moments before his eyes wandered and he looked back out of the window.

Rehabilitation

Team One: Scouting

Though he remembered everything Taiki's time on earth was like it was lay behind a thick curtain. As if he really had just dreamed a long and terrible dream. It was strange, perhaps, that now in yet another world his memories of Tai were as strong as ever but he could only be grateful. He could not afford to forget again. But if he wished to he could push past that curtain and indeed his knowledge and skills had not been effected.

This task was similar to tasks he had been set on field trips for geography and science and so he doesn't find it that difficult at all to take soil samples and survey the land. The equipment is a little different than what he is used to but he can adapt.

"Ah. I think this grass is suitable." He looked up from where he had been bent over a patch of ground.

Making Friends

Another planet, another set of tests. A low sound makes him turn around, attuned to danger and the presence of predators. There were some instincts he had not lost.

The creature in front of him was perhaps a wolf, or a wild dog but larger with a rounder face. It didn't look like any creature from earth but it also didn't look like any kijyuu he knew either. A creature unique to this place.

Taiki didn't rise from where he crouched but he did look up at the creature, slowly holding out a hand. The creature came forwards, growling but curious. Taiki stayed very still, taking in the wondrous creature before him. An actual smile on his lips.

Kirin and alien wolf took each others measure, staring at each other across the short patch of grass in a far distant world.

Rehabilitiation, Team 2.

A lack of eyes means that flying a shuttle ship is out of the question for February. Likewise, her limited senses of perception mean that she isn't necessarily the first choice as a scout, either.

Guard duty, though? That's a job she was made for.

She stands confidently and firmly, shield in hand, as she positions her 8 foot tall, solid stone body between her scout and a cluster of nearby bushes.

"I heard something. Stand behind me."

She has no weapon, but she clenches her free hand into a fist, preparing for whatever might come out.

Making Your Own Fun

February actually likes the Standard Car, and the lack of activities it provides are part of the reason - it's usually one of the less hectic cars. Not secluded from the other passengers, but free enough from interruptions that she can find ways to amuse herself in peace.

Usually.

Today, February is sitting at one of the table seats with a tower of jenga blocks in front of her. As delicately as she can, the earth elemental pulls a block from the middle of the stack.

She doesn't reject the company of others, though. Another person to play with would be a welcome addition. Alternatively, some hooligan clambering over the seats would be very unfortunate for her.

Edited 2020-01-15 07:17 (UTC)

Knight Quest

Another fight and another victory, but Zelda finds herself exhausted. She's not a fan of the sword and shield, for all their use is customary among Hylian soldiers. It was the knives and needles of the Sheikah she thrived with at home and sorcery she fell back on in need; without them she felt slow and ungainly, more a hindrance than a help.

Better to learn that in this false world than the true one, she supposes; still, it feels very frustating to be forced so out of her strengths.

"Is there any other way to play this game?" she asks, taking advantage of a nearby rock to rest. "I don't think this role suits my strengths, I'm afraid."

Making Your Own Fun

"The year that Buttercup was born, the most beautiful woman in the world was a French scullery maid named Annette," Zelda recites to herself, curling up in one of the seats with the fourth book she'd pulled from the shelves. This one seemed promising; the only word of the first sentence she didn't understand was French, and from the context it seemed likely that it was some sort of geographic location.

Not that it was particularly explicable otherwise without a map, of course. But better that than some of the books she'd come across, which read as though they were written in the technical jargon of some particularly paranoid craftsmen's guild.

The rest continues, more or less, at the same level of understanding. Some of it is quite amusing, once she recognizes the tale as as much satire as true fairy tale, yet it's all too easy to get thrown out of the tale by references such as Voltaire, Sweden, and Paris. Eventually she decides to take the author's advice and just ignore anything in parentheses.

"This was before taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes were here even before stew."

Huh. "Well," she says to herself, "I suppose some things really are universal."

Wildcard

Zelda's available to be encountered anywhere on the train.

Rehabilitation:

He'd doubled up a guard on one of the other scouts. He doesn't need it. He gets better. Plus, with his senses, he's scarily suited to scouting ahead. The strength? Well, if anything's dumb enough to come close to the 'bigger predator', let them. He can rip them apart.

But, he should've known. Damn fools he's stuck on the train with don't know how to not screw up a seek and find mission. He should know that by now. Dammit. He growls as something big stalks closer. His senses say another predator, and his ears say bigger than the ones they've run across yet.

Without a by-your-leave, he reaches out and grabs the idiot who is tracking with him, and shoves them out of the way as a thing - large, spiked, with claws and teeth - jumps out of the brush at them.

Wildcard:

He’d found the garden car, by smell. Green things growing has a different smell, but even here, he’s surrounded by the stench of other beings on this damned train. He collapses in a corner, ignoring the fact that his long legs are sticking out in the way. People can go the hell around, or over him and be glad he doesn’t kick them.

Pulling the hat over his eyes, he takes a deep breath and suddenly regrets it. Too many smells, even above and beyond the greenery he’s surrounded by.

He’s not going to get any peace here. He knows that. Too many people, too much noise. Hell, if he wasn’t so damned mad at Stark, maybe he could get some sort of damned earplugs. But he doubts it. He still wants to punch the bastard’s smug face. Sure, his Runt had survived the damned snap, but it had been a close thing.

Victor sighs, and tries to make himself a bit more comfortable. It’s not working. Especially because he can hear someone approaching and smell them too. Dammit. At this rate, he’s never going to get some sleep.

“Might as well c’mon over. I can smell you and hear you. I ain’t sleepin’.”

Rehabilitation, Team One

"This is rather refreshing, isn't it?" Thanks to her cultivation powers, the long hours of brisk walking have little effect on Wen Qing and she is in high spirits, enjoying the fresh air, exercise and unfamiliar surroundings.

Although they are here to find a new home for the lindusi, she will every now and then pause to take samples of the alien plants.

Making Your Own Fun

Reading in the standard coach had seemed like a good idea at the time, as it would get her a change of scenery from her own cabin and the medical coach.

She is sitting with a steaming cup of tea in front of her and a pile of books next to it, fully prepared for an evening of quiet relaxation which she might not be getting.

1. Reading
What better way to relax than spending an afternoon with a good book? Unfortunately, being dead has its drawbacks.

For whoever's doing some light reading, the library is quiet, and yet there's a strange feeling in the air, as if they're being watched by someone... or something. Sure enough, the moment your mind starts to wander, a ghostly figure materializes behind you, apparently having been reading over your shoulder.

"So sorry, could you turn the page? This is just getting good."

2. Scouting

While Ivy's abilities are a drawback for a lot of things, scouting isn't among them. To that end, she just walks cheerfully through the fields and trees of this brave new world, not bothering to watch out for danger. What's it going to do, kill her again?

Sure enough, before long, a ferocious alien beast rises from the shadows and roars, teeth and claws and mandibles waving threateningly in Ivy's direction. In response, she turns and waves towards the nearest other explorer, waving in their direction. "There's monsters this way! Bad news."

Whether or not it looks like she's in need of rescuing depends on whether or not you notice that you can faintly see the creature through her, as if she's not quite there.

[1: Making your own fun.]

"The floor is officially lava!" announces the short teenage boy with wild hair, both hands balled up into fists and pumped into the air with a huge grin on his face. As he clambers to the nearest surface, he begins the countdown.

"Five...four...three...two..." Pause for effect aaaand: "ONE!"

Did you win? Did you lose? Are you even playing?

Lets be real; unofficial rules of the train state that if you're in this car and someone shouts the floor is lava? You're darn well playing.

[Rehabilitation: Team One]

Hiro is using his battlebot to scout locations. He doesn't actually need to, but there's not much else for him to use his bots for. He's using them to chase out smaller, more problematic predators, ones that won't kill the team, but will in fact cause issues for his team and if he has to use his battlebots to poke and chase the creatures to get them away? He's going to do so with joy.

"Okay, the river is clear. Go run tests, see if the water is drinkable for the lindusi, and check for marine life."

Making Your Own Fun

Primrose thought to learn about this train and the worlds its visited by making a trip to the library however her attempts had been fruitless. Not only was the book selection small but there was very little that could help her begin to understand this train and those currently held captive upon it.

She took the time to read the two books that contain voidtracker in its name. The one was fairly interesting while the other had far too many pictures for her tastes. It didn't tell her a lot about the train itself but it did tell her a little bit about the worlds and the people who occupied the cars.

With the books thoroughly inspected, she placed them back neatly on the shelf, her mind untumbling a thought or two as she took a seat to properly mull it over.

Primrose didn't look like she belonged on the train. Her dancers attire covered very little of her skin while bits and pieces of jewelry adorned her neck, wrists and ankles. She was a dancer and she didn't look like she belonged on a train.

Rehabilitation; Team Two

"Stand behind me." Primrose spoke in a delicate confident voice as she lifted the shield she'd been given. She was accustomed to fighting though no one looking at her would have guessed from the layers of silky fabric that decorated her frame.

Once the pair was behind her she extended her opposite hand, her voice lowering an octave as she spoke. "Night Ode." Black wisps of power curl around her fingers as dark energy pools in the sky and then falls unto the creatures threatening to pair behind her. There is a sudden screaming crack the the hostile monsters fall limb to the ground.

"You are safe now." Primrose turned towards the pair as she slid a dagger out from beneath her skirts. "We should continue moving." She could handle a few at a time but it would be easy for them to get out numbered and out flanked.

Wildcard

[ooc: come at me with whatever! She can be found on the train or if you want do have her on the platform or even just dancing somewhere she thinks she's alone.]

Knights Quest!

"Take that!" The loud eager voice could be heard in the next car over as Yuffie shouted at the game. She'd enjoyed her time at the Gold Saucer but she hadn't remembered seeing a game like this. Reeve would flip out if he knew this technology was being used this way and the thought was enough to make her smile.

It was also a pretty fun game. Mostly because there wasn't a Sephiroth trying to actually destroy the world for reasons that baffled Yuffie to this day.

She was pretty good at the game but she had a little bit of trouble following the rules. "What?!" Anger seeped from her words. "What do you mean I can't throw my sword? You can totally throw swords?!"

"That's so dumb!"

Network

From: Treasure Princess

Contents: Interested in going on treasure hunts? Want to know where your left shoe is or maybe you're missing something that you swear you put away in your train car? First you must prove yourself! There is a hidden treasure located in one of the cars. I hid it so it's hid VERY well! Let’s see if you can find it!

:D

If you can find it then you get the prize and prove how awesome you are! ;)

This is a great chance to become a treasure hunter! Not a bad deal if you ask me. You can find some pretty awesome stuff too or you can let all that awesome treasure be lost! It's up to you.

Good luck and happy hunting!

Wild Card

Come at me bro! (>-.-)>--------()_)

Edited 2020-01-16 03:53 (UTC)

Reading is Fun

...and quiet. And easily done alone. Whisper's not going to question a train coach having seats torn up for bookshelves as long as it works out well enough for everyone here. Sitting down with some of the simpler works of fiction should at least be enough to keep her mind off of being stuck so far from home.

Tiny as she is, she finds all sorts of positions to curl up on the human-sized seats.

Rehab - Team One

A familiar task; one Whisper is well suited to. Here, it's for a much kinder purpose - which isn't to say that she had any regrets about the battles she's fought, but a world where she can put her skills and senses to use helping endangered creatures find a home is a better world than she's used to.

So she heads off... in a direction she's chosen on her own, and a normal human is probably just not going to be able to keep up with her. Between her agile steps, the hover mode of her wispon, and her incredibly keen eyesight, it's like she's trying to set a record pace for gathering information.

...mostly, she wants two things: to be useful, and to be left alone, at least until she's more sure of her fellow 'passengers'.

Engine Room...ish.

"Do not... punch..." Whispers reads aloud - muttering - which is almost inaudible in her already quiet voice. Instead, she gently rests her hand on the door for a moment, nonthreatening. Do not... punch.

An eyebrow raised, ears perking up, she looks down at her wispon. Do not punch.

On the one hand, breaking the train is probably risky.

On the other hand, no one seems to have even the faintest idea of how to begin getting home on purpose, and she has a variable weapon that can do a lot more than punching. So... someone please stop her from getting herself hurt, because she's already shifting her wispon into rocket mode.

[Making Your Own Fun]

Helena was doodling out an idea but without her tools she's at a standstill.

Its not pretty.

"My kingdom for proper tools!" she hissed under her breath as she got up for yet another pot of coffee. Plus staring into the void was giving her a headache and honestly there was too big of a puzzle to not crack.

"I will crack this. Or maybe find a proper supply closet." sounding very much a woman on a mission.
---
[Rehabilitation]

Helena was floating around given her skill set but at the moment she's making jury rigged repairs to various tools. Come bother her?
---
[Wild Card]

Have Helena will travel!

[Canon through Agent Carter]

Edited 2020-01-16 21:07 (UTC)

[ Celebrity Fun ]

[ Climbing from one side of the carriage to the other without touching the floor may, in fact, be the only way to traverse the carriage right now: someone has gone through the bookshelves with a vengeance, tossing aside any titles that failed to meet what are apparently exacting standards. A pair of small purple stuffed goat toys on wheels are rolling around with tongs attached to their wheeled platforms, trying to pick up the books and restore order, but it is slow going for those with such an obvious maa-ndicap.

Sprawled across one of the remaining seats, with a third goat stationed next to her, a cup of tea on a table attached to its platform: the god Apollo, mortal name Shikyoin Hibiki. Golden laurels gleam in her silver hair. Her green eyes narrow as she peruses a passage. ]

Here, too.....It can't be.

[ She flips ahead, growing increasingly agitated. The crown-shaped Post-It she's applied to the front of the book flutters with the motion: PAROMEO AND JULPRIET, BY PRILLIAM SHAKESPRIERE.

Apparently she doesn't like what she sees later, either, as she raises and uncaps a pen. ]

--The errors extend throughout the entire document?! Ridiculous! Tampering with such a classic-----

[ Uh oh. This.

This could take a while. ]

[ Celebrity Rehabilitation, Act One: Team One ]

[ If the other members of Hibiki's team expected her to assist with the search, they are doomed to disappointment. She has opted to locate a magnificent tree stump, place upon it a cushion she removed from the train, and use her tremendous powers as a God of Fortune to cast an illusion over the lot so it looks like a chaise longue. At which point she took a seat. And began watching something on a tablet computer.

The tea table goat rolls up, that beverage in convenient proximaa-ty. Hibiki picks up her cup, takes a satisfied sip. Sighs a satisfied sigh. ]

A mundane task. As expected, there's no need for my personal involvement.

[ Meanwhile, out in the wild....a pair of intrepid robot goat toys have just gotten entangled in undergrowth. They are putting up a maa-ghty struggle.

It is clear they are Intrepid Explorers because they are wearing little goggled safari hats. ]

[ Celebrity Rehabilitation, Act Two: Team Three ]

[ Anyone near the shuttle ships may find the breeze carrying them a small piece of cardstock. On one side, there's an embossed picture of a mask and some lilies. On the other side, there's a missive. ]

Presently, I shall liberate the wings of revolution.

[ In the shadows, a cloak rustles. Something golden gleams. ]

Edited 2020-01-17 00:52 (UTC)

Making your own Fun

A train is not exactly a bird-friendly environment, but that doesn't seem to matter to the red tailed hawk currently perching on the headrest of a seat. On the seat below, there's a book laying open, that he's staring down intently at. Every so often he hops down to an arm rest, flips a page, and goes back up to the headrest.

The hawk... is reading?

Team One

Tobias is flying high overhead, surveying the way ahead for the group when he sees something of note. He spills the air from his wings, dropping down to a height where he can actually communicate to the rest of the team.

Into the minds of anyone nearby, a teenage boy's voice speaks. <There's a stream up ahead, about a mile off. There's plenty of rodents, too, so maybe those plants we're looking for will grow there,> the plants are the only thing he really can't identify from the air.

He flutters down, dropping onto someone's shoulder and carefully holding on with his talons -- he's pretty good at doing that without hurting the person he's on, but they might get a scratch or two.

Team Three

Tobias is not a fan of using a human body, but this shuttle flight is supposed to be short, right? And he is familiar enough with alien technology to be able to fly the thing, if he can just reach the pedals. He knew he shouldn't have used his own body -- one that's still just thirteen years old -- instead of the adult morph he'd acquired.

"Hold on to your butts," he sighs, and the shuttle hops off the ground, shuddering a little as they start off in the correct direction. He manages, somehow, to keep his face completely neutral as the shuttle shudders and bucks and seems to resist every attempt to pilot it.

It would probably help if he turned off the auto pilot.

Making your own Fun

There are few things Dairine loves more than reading, even if books feel a little outdated now-a-days. She would certainly love to get back to wizard business a lot more... but you take what you can get.

Dairine sifts through the various bookshelves, looking for interesting titles or comics that she hasn't caught up on. Once she's picked out a sizable stack Dairine shuffles over to the seating area and makes herself comfortable. Grabbing the first graphic novel she found, she leans back in a most un-ergonomic fashion and begins to read.

Rehabilitation: Team Two

Hostile creatures while visiting a new planet? Now this right down Dairine's alley.

Whether folks want to team up or need protection, she'll be there. In one hand is the shielding device. In the other, the young wizard is holding what looks like an overcharged sparkler, white-hot and seething with electricity. What looks like a laptop is following closely at her feet, glowing blue.

During a break between attacks, Dairine takes a moment to inspect the shielding device closer.

"I bet these'd be more useful with some reverse engineering."

Making your own Fun

Mal was brought here without her spellbook. She isn't sure why, it seems like a perfect fit for the one personal item they're allotted. She wonders if it's because it was never really HER spellbook. Maleficent may have given it to her to use, but she never really entrusted it to her.

But she still has her magic, and she still has her journal. She can make it a spellbook. All she has to do is come up with her own spells. Which is time-consuming, and not the easiest thing to do in a public space with people around.

Still, since there are people here, she may as well make the most of it. "Hey." She looks up from her journal for a moment to scan the room. "What rhymes with 'cabin?'"

Rehabilitation

Mal's been charged with protection, which she finds both appropriate and ironic all at once. So far, the study's been going rather well, without too many threats presenting themselves. But she has an uneasy feeling that that's about to change. Flying creatures that look to her like something between a bug and a bird have been flocking in the air above the group for a while now. They've haven't attacked yet, but they're definitely following the team, and it doesn't seem friendly. Probably time to do something about it.

She drops back from the group a little, leaving herself room to transform. In a moment she's in the air in full dragon form, but the bug-bird-things are still there with her. Irritating. They should realize how outclassed they are already. She growls, which causes them to scatter about but remain mostly in the area. Apparently getting rid of them is going to require a show.

She flaps her way higher into the sky, checking that the air is clear and aiming up. Then she roars as loud as she can, shooting a pillar of flame as she does.

That display does clear the bug-birds out, flapping and shrieking as they rush into the horizon. It's only as she lands and transforms back to her human form that she realizes that it probably had that same impact on all the other wildlife in the area, based on the sudden stillness and silence. And that that might make conducting a wildlife survey a little harder.

"Sorry." She's genuinely embarrassed, gritting her teeth and looking at the ground. "We may not see much to study in the next... few miles."

Edited 2020-02-04 22:47 (UTC)

Making Your Own Fun

The initial shock of being here was starting to wane and in place was the strong need to find more to do. It was pretty boring even with having his Iggy back. So when someone explained the rules to 'The Floor is Lava' game, he kicked off his boots and jumped onto the nearest chair. He'd somehow managed to get through the dining car to the kitchen to the stores, but now he had the challenge of the standard car. He wondered briefly who tore out the first few rows of chairs. That was terribly inconvenient for this game!

Taking a few steps back, he took a flying leap from the doorway to the first intact row of chairs.

Rehabilitation: Team One

He'd heard all sorts of things about these missions, but this wasn't too bad! He had a pack on his back and a couple odd contraptions to test this or that, but what he was using instead was his camera. This planet was so pretty!

Crouching down in some underbrush, he spied a small lizard sunbathing on a rock. He very carefully crept closer to get a better shot. Not yet.. not yet... no- there! He snapped the picture and grinned looking at the image on the screen. Just as he started taking a selfie with a thumbs up, he spotted behind him a very similar looking lizard, only about ten times the size. Oops..

Wildcard

Anything goes!

Edited 2020-02-10 02:04 (UTC)

Rehabilitation - Team Two

Najaran had joined team two, happy to protect others, but the shield they gave her... was not cutting it. Not in the least. After about fifteen minutes and three close calls, she got fed up. She threw the shield down in disgust and reached a hand behind her back. Several cards flew from a case there into her hand. "We need to protect these people, who better than KNIGHT?!" She threw a card into the air where is shattered. A huge living suit of armor at least three times her height appeared behind her from the broken card. She threw another one. "They're in the air but they should beware, THUNDERBEAK! A large winged creature, looking like skin stretched over a scifi skeleton of a fake flying dinosaur appeared. The thing looked like it should barely be alive it was just bone and stretched skin. Yet it flew up overhead to take care of the threats found there. "AND REMEMBER NOT TO HURT ANYONE!" she called to her creatures before picking up the shield again. "There. Much better."

The Knight shrugged. "Better than peeling po-ta-toes. Better than some puny Goblins." It then set upon knocking away any predators that came at Naja and those she was protecting from the ground. They flying creature circled above to deal with the aliens as needed.

Wildcard

You would think on a train that is a straight line from one end to the other, it would be impossible for someone to get lost. You would be wrong. Najaran. looking young and a bit lost was stumbling from car to car yawning. "Why does the kitchen always," YAWN "have to hide from me in the mornings?" she grumbled.

Team Three - Part 1

Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul had been many things over his rather odd and disjointed life. But one of the things he had been best at, was being a pilot. There will be some under his thought-speak breath muttering about how primitive the controls are. But once he figured out how to work around the seat that is inevitably in his way, he'd be impressive at the so-called primitive controls.

But you might ask why was the seat in his way and wait, thought-speak? What? Elfangor, being an Andalite, had no mouth. So they communicate mentally by means of something called thought-speak. Hearing voices in your head? You might be crazy. Or you might be hearing an Andalite or other morph-capable species. What is an Andalite? Well, picture a centaur whose horse half is actually closer to being a deer. The back slopes gradually down to a thick tail tipped in a sharp blade, like someone made a manticore more dangerous. His humanoid upper body was fairly fit, but his arms were thin and weak compared to a human's, and each hand had seven fingers. His face had no mouth, which was why they could not speak using mouth-sounds in their normal forms. He had, instead of a nose, three narrow slit. His main eyes were more or less human looking. But atop his head on stalks that were like a flexible version of a giraffe's ossicones, rested another set of eyes. Those eyes kept moving to keep an eye on the ship around him while his main eyes were focused on the read outs.

< We have reached the ideal speed for this mission. You may relax until it is time for descent, > he informed those in with him.

Team Three - Part 1
Elfangor had landed the ship and had minced around on his delicate hooves to help unload the animals. He seemed to have a touch with the first one he handled. It calmed right down. He considered the remaining ones with a read facing stalk eye. He might do the same to the others, unless they proved willing to go peacefully to their new homes......

Making your own fun - garden car
Have you noticed the odd blue alien on the train? Well, possibly not. He'd been spending time in his human form where he could, to make moving easier. But at the moment he was in the garden car, running as best he could in such close quarters, across the grass. He liked eating as a human well enough. Taste was WONDERFUL. But he was born an Andalite. He needed to run. He kept his dangerous tail arched up over his head, tail blade above and between his eyestalks.

Edited 2020-02-12 22:09 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

Taiki | 12 Kingdoms | OTA!

February | Original Character

Zelda | The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

no subject

Wen Qing | The Untamed

Ivy Wakefield | OC | OTA

Hiro Hamada

Primrose Azelhart - Octopath Traveler

Yuffie Kisaragi - Final Fantasy VII