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voidtreckerooc2020-02-13 05:52 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in voidtreckerooc2020-02-13 05:52 am
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Test Drive Meme 009
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!
Dining Car
Situated above the kitchen the dining car has a large wooden table stretching the length of the carriage. Two long wooden benches run either side of it. At meal times it is inevitably crowded, chaotic and noisy without a doubt.
Try not to jostle your fellow diners as you navigate inter-universe table manners. Or is waiting better? Eating before or after everyone else so that you can eat in relative peace an entire table length from the next nearest person.
Or are you the rebel who starts a food fight?
Chores
Chores are part of life on board the Voidtrecker Express. Each team is assigned a task each month: Cleaning kitchen and bathrooms, cleaning bedrooms and passenger areas, laundry and cooking.
Obviously the only thing enforcing these chores in a passengers own conscience and their fellow travellers.
Are you diligent or do you shirk? Do you try swapping your tasks with someone else? Or just outright bribing someone to do your work for you? Work together to get the task done or try and persuade a lazy team member to pull their weight.
Snow Way!
In a small village a copy-cat of the supervillain Professor Chill has struck! She has no weather machine but holds the same ability to control snow- and seems to be using natural winter to attack the village.
Team One
The village is being attacked by snowmen and ice golems. Magically animated ice creatures that attack with sticks and claws. Protect the village by fighting off the snow creatures!
Team Two
Many of the village have tried to escape through a mountain pass. Go and help them evacuate. Fend off monsters, carry children or luggage. Help the villagers through the snowdrifts.
Team Three
Our villain seems as fond of puns as her predecessor and finding her is made either easier or harder by the trail of clues left by her. Clues consist of puns, ice riddles and snow facts. Solve the clues and track her down to bring her to justice.
Snowball fight!
Of course once the monsters and villain have been defeated there is some time to have fun in the snow. If anyone can stand the sight of it any more. Snowballs, snow angels and snowmen (the non animated kind) are yours for the making.
Have fun!
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[Waver glanced up with a frown; yeah, the stranger was right, but it wasn't like Waver would admit as much.]
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[Hephaestion whistles. Ho? Cryptic. His tone might be acerbic but it's far from hostile. His curiosity has been piqued.]
Is there a reason why you are not eating?
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[He was used to working through what a normal person would call 'lunch', which was probably why he was so short to begin with. As far as he was concerned, organizing his observations about the train was more important.]
Why? Does it matter?
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[Your definition of normal is hella skewed, kid.]
What are you writing there?
[Aren't we nosy? Well, yes, thank you for asking. That's one his chief virtues. He kind of likes to know things.]
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I'm keeping track of what I can understand about this train. [Which was ultimately very little, the page only half-filled with a rough overview of the train itself and the location or lack thereof they traveled through.]
You could at least introduce yourself before asking so many questions.
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Hephaistion Amyntoros, at your service.
[That's not how he would usually greet people but he heard others using that form so it would do for now. At least until he knows more about this place.]
1/2
[The record scratch in his head was almost audible.]
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[His voice cracked in a way that would have been embarrassing if he hadn't been startled beyond all rational thought, shooting up to his entire height of 5'2" and pulling his right hand to his chest.]
Y-you...are you a Servant?! [Something about the way he said that made the capital 'S' as obvious as it could have been.] What...what's your class?
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[Obviously he has no idea what you are talking about.]
Do I look like a slave to you, boy?
[Someone with a more style than sense could compare his voice to cold steel now. He wouldn't. He'd prefer to call it what it is. Just hostile.]
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[Waver didn't seem all that fazed by the tone just yet; maybe it hadn't registered.]
Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker--you're a Heroic Spirit, arent' you?
[Honey, please.]
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I hear you capitalize this letter. It just doesn't mean anything to me. You can say it as loud as you want, it won't change a thing.
[Right. This is getting weirder. And just when he thought he's got it all figured out. Damn.]
I am most certainly heroic but I assure you I am no spirit.
[Are sure you're ok? Did something hit you on the head?]
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Okay. Okay. So you're just actually Hephaestion, this is fine.
[Probably.]
Sorry, uh...it's kind of complcated.
language? sorry?
I am actually Hephaistion.
[He sighs. This midget is a real Master. It won't be long before he'll know anyway. Mages are like that. And this one seems to know him. Which is a curious thing in itself. Alright. Change of strategy.]
Assassin. [He spits.] If you really need to know.
dw dw it's cool
[Waver trailed off, taking a step back. Assassin? Impossible. Assassin was dealt with and looked nothing like him to begin with. In fact...as far as he knew no Servant looked anything like the man in front of him.]
[Where the hell was Lancer when he needed him?]
L-like I said...my name's Waver. I don't want to fight here, and even if we did I don't...think we're from the same war.
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[The train is full of strange people but he can sense only one other Servant. No more. So this is an anomaly. There is no War here. It serves some other purpose.]
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[Waver was still more than a little caught off guard, scrambling to recover and clutching his own hand with its remaining Command Seals.]
Th...the Assassin of the Fourth Holy Grail War--he's dead, definitely.
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[Oh well, they were never big on secrecy. Both of them. At least when it came to names. Good luck finding anything on him other than a name. And there's one more thing. He smiles.]
I could have lied.
[It's that last piece of information that comes as a true shocker.]
Fourth?! There were four already?
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Wh...wait, which one are you part of?
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I know of one.
[Which he didn't even take part in.]
Does the name Chaldea mean anything to you?
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[No, you poor thing.]
I feel like you're probably talking about something else entirely, so...probably not.
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[Hephaistion rubs his temples.]
I am. It's a modern organization. Mages.
[Look, he doesn't know why the founder of Chaldea really had to name his project after asshole Babylonian mages. Other than both being astrologers? Kind of? Maybe? It's ridiculous.]
That's all I know.
[Of course, it's not. But haven't we already established he's not exactly trustworthy? He could have lied.]
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[Maybe he was lying, and maybe not. But for the moment, it was worth keeping in mind.]
...I'm part of the Fourth War in Fuyuki City, and a student at the Clock Tower. I've never heard of an organization called Chaldea, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. There's plenty of things about the Association I don't know.
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[Wait a minute...]
What was your name again?
[It feels as if he missed something important here.]
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Oh, it's nothing. Really. Sorry for bothering you I just didn't hear well the first time. It would be awfully rude if I mangled your name, wouldn't it?
[Servant Lancer? That's new.]
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