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voidtreckerooc2019-07-15 05:54 am
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Test Drive Meme 002
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!
Luggage Handling
The last carriage of the train is full of luggage. It’s all empty but there sure is a lot of it. Suitcases, old fashioned travelling trunks, rucksacks. And they are scattered everywhere, a safety concern to be sure.
Or perhaps the most fun place on the train, if you are thinking about it right. These cases could be anything, a fort, a bunker. How many can you stack up until they are too high to reach or they tumble down on top of you?
Let out your inner child and relieve some of the boredom of being stuck on a train by creating the luggage castle of your dreams, or step in before disaster strikes and attempt to bring some organisation to this chaos.
Scavenger Hunt
You’ve found yourself on a world that seems to be one huge scrap yard. At least all the parts you can see are and you aren’t the only ones there. A small fighter craft has crash landed here and the pilot needs help fixing their craft to get out of here!
Team One The parts needed must be around here somewhere! This place has all sorts and so it’s just a matter of trying to sort through all the junk to find what you are looking for.
Team Two Some parts from the actual ship are salvageable but it’s going to take a team to get this thing sky worthy again. Fix what can be fixed and get the craft ready for the spare parts that will hopefully be found.
Team Three This planet is not without its nuisances. Most prominent are some strange cyborg rats that have a taste for wiring. Fend them off before they get into the craft and render all the hard work undone.
A picnic with a view
Heroes deserve rewards every now and again and after a few days of protecting a settlement from strange shape shifting alien blobs there is a moment to relax before boarding the train once more.
What a place to relax in. High up on a cliff overlooking a vast plain of crystal stalagmites. The light of two suns reflects of them creating a dazzling prism mirror effect of colour, it’s almost like hovering above a sea of rainbows.
A picnic has been provided by some grateful villagers, the food is strange but delicious and a perfect way to unwind after a stressful few days.
The Crystal Exarch | Final Fantasy 14 | OTA
Scavenger Hunt
Well, this is something he has never seen before. That such a small machine exists doesn't surprise him - they'd had plenty of magitek craft on the Source that were able to perform similar tasks as what was described to him, but nothing that looked like it. It doesn't put him off, to be sure, though he might have trouble finding the parts necessary, even if this world is full of piles and piles of odds and ends.
A picnic with a view
One certainty about himself he learned long ago was that he could never - or nearabout to be called such - say no to helping someone in need. Or, in this case, a village of people plagued by that strange creature. His time in honing his skills has granted him mastery over many healing and offensive and defensive magics, and he will put them to good use to protect who and what has need of his strength, such as it is.
The villagers are grateful, it seems, and willing to offer up a small feast of sorts. He hasn't the heart to insult their generosity and tell them he doesn't need it, so he takes a piece of fruit and settle himself against a rock on the cliff to look out over the crystal spires in wonder. They remind him of a place he knows only all too well, one he wonders if he will return to sooner or later.
Oh hey let's have a picnic!
Luckily he hadn't seen anyone actually get hurt but the threat of danger had been there, and so he helped out.
Not wanting to disturb his companion, Ignis sat a short distance away and looked at the food he'd been given. He was curious as to how the people here cooked and what was served. And so that was his focus so as to not interrupt the peace and quiet that had been afforded to them.
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With a surprised chuckle, he leans forward quickly to let what will fall to the ground as he wipes his face... and belatedly realizes he's been caught in his slightly embarrassing moment.
"'Tis well worth the washing you may need afterward, I assure you. They are quiet sweet, but not overly so."
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The royal advisor was amused at how much the fruit itself was being enjoyed by a man who had been giving everything he had on the battlefield just moments before it seemed. But such enjoyment of food was something Ignis tried to recreate in the Tenebraen desert he'd repeatedly tried to make for Noctis.
"I will take you on your word." he finally said with a nod. But he was totally going to go snag one and try it for himself later because he was definitely curious about this fruit.
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Not one to indulge, not before he gave himself over to the Tower and certainly not after, he had nevertheless tasted such things, holding onto the small moments of celebration with Lyna and the others after a victory here, a life saved there. The small things, he had learned, were what mattered even more sometimes than accomplishments worthy of history's old eyes and recognition. They were what the people held onto, what kept them from falling apart when the world around them crumbled.
And the tales, of course. Stories of a hero who had stood above all, who knew courage beyond doubt, who stepped forward when all else seemed to slide back. His smile shifted, softening at the memory.
"Would that I had one here to introduce to you and these people. Even straight from the fruit, it serves a delicious drink. I believe these two would blend well."
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"I have to wonder if at some point we would be indeed fortunate enough to visit our own worlds." It was a hope of his, but if for some reason he wasn't allowed back it would greatly sadden him much as it did at times in private now.
He himself had seen visitors from other worlds, as hard as that might be to believe. But as he himself had said. some pretty fantastical things had happened to him and his friends on their journey so things couldn't be simply written off or easily dismissed.
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How the Scions must have felt, knowing they were stuck on the First and he could not yet send them home. He looked down to the fruit in his hands, cradled in the napkin, the bite taken out of it now filled with a bit of juice that he thought to sip out and hesitated. "Indeed. As unique as this journey promises to be, there are things in my home to which I must attend. I cannot linger here overlong."
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"Hopefully we do what needs to be done so that we can just go home." This was Ignis' hope too because he had to get back and make sure that he kept his Prince and King safe. He'd taken care of and watched over Noct since he was a little boy, keeping his promise to King Regis to walk beside his son and guide him.
Picnic, warning for ShB spoilers likely
The problem - though how much of a problem it may actually be likely depended on the individual - with sitting in a high up place with such a nice view is that it's... comparatively easy to be seen. And after one is seen, one well might be approached by someone else looking for them.
Well, hopefully he wouldn't mind. Peryn in particular has always been one to drift towards others, especially familiar ones. For the presence, at the very least, if not the company. Company is definitely more on her mind though in this particular instance. She'll settle herself nearby.
"I fear we can't let the pixies ever catch wind of this place. They would be quite jealous," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Because really, so far as being called the Land of Rainbows went...
many spoilers yes!
Even with so short a stature as the lalafell had, it was hard not to notice her approach in the silence of the world around him. As much as he had been enjoying the view and the respite, he is easy to turn away from it all in lieu of a potential friend. There is a smile on his face as he notes who is on their way over to him. The ground is empty enough, and there's plenty of room. She'll certainly hear no complaints.
"I fear you may have the right of it." He turned and swept his crystalline hand out to indicate the valley of spires down below them. "I can imagine this whole area shrouded in a dense fog as far as the eye could see, which would not be far at all if they have their way."
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Not counting the times Feo Ul was there. But that's another matter. She chuckles sheepishly, "I'm sure the Warrior of- of Darkness you're more familiar with would have similar stories to tell."
Just, dancing (heh) around the fact that being called 'warrior of darkness' is still foreign to her, the words themselves still strange on her tongue. Equally dancing around the awkwardness of there being other universes it seemed, where others filled the role she played. Awkward, but impossible to deny or ignore, with Dread and Sarai already here.
Nothing to be done about it though, really. She's fine. It's all fine.
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"If it suited them, they may have stayed. They are given to whims, more so than most. It is beautiful, and I should expect to find them here to visit now and then, if they did not." Without doubt.
He thought on it only a moment more before there was mention of the Warrior of Darkness - his friend and inspiration, he would always say - and the train diverted, with his gaze, away from the serenity spread out before him. "He may. Would that I could ask him, but after his triumph over the threat plaguing the First, his celebration was brief and he was made to return to the Source." A brief pause, and he turned to look back at his companion. "You said the Warrior of Darkness I am familiar with. Might I inquire as to the reason for that particular wording?"
Scavenger Hunt
"I've never seen a starship before, but I've been told that some worlds do manage to get ships out of the...atmosphere." The word is still strange to her, so Sarai says it slowly, but she doesn't think she mispronounced it. She'd have to ask Peter later, he'd been giving her science lessons.
"At least so far the monsters don't seem inclined to bother us here." Which means the others are keeping them occupied--not that Sarai doesn't have her bow with her, just in case.
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In that mind, he realizes he knows little to nothing of the technology of this world, and similarly, he will find himself searching through the yard for anything that catches his eye, which isn't much at the moment. Compared to her findings, he might have only a small handful.
"For a wonder." It wasn't lost on him that they had been more or less left alone, and for that he was grateful. Not that he couldn't have defended himself, but being away from the tower with no knowing how long it might be before he would see it again, he wanted to conserve his energy where he could. Though, strangely enough, he didn't seem to feel the drain as acutely here. "Such technology did not yet exist when and where I knew. Ships could carry passengers across land, to cities and back, but never to another world."
Though between the cities, sometimes it felt as if one were entering a new world altogether.
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"I suppose it is a wonder to be afforded a modicum of peace. Then again, we still have to carry this back...and I'm tempted to ask you to, since I lacked the foresight to bring a sack." Sarai frowned at that. "But more so I can cover you on the way. I imagine you can defend yourself, and well indeed, but better one of us shoulder that burden."
She nodded in agreement, then. "I imagine our timelines were similar, then, since my Eorzea knew such technology. Airships, sailing ships, chocobo carriages...but nothing that took her people to the stars. That was beyond us."
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He peers over at what she has collected and his own gatherings, considering her proposal. "I see no reason why we could not share the one I brought. You need not worry yourself for me, though I thank you for the consideration." In that, he tugged the opening of the bag at his hip and let his findings carefully into it, then kept it open for her own. What he lacked in melee expertise, he more than made up for with the magic within him, something he hoped not to need.
"It would seem our worlds were not far apart in that. Still, I wonder how it is that ours are not one and the same."