Test Drive Meme 011

[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!

Crisis On… A Ship!

The train has a game carriage and the VR video games are always popular. A good way to relive boredom as well as teaching some good skills.

Crisis on...This game can be played with two to four players. It is essentially a crisis simulator mixed with an escape room. You can chose the scenario (the bridge of a space ship, a camp in a jungle, a high rise building, a sailing ship etc) and you are thrown into the middle of a crisis of some kind. Teamwork and a cool head are important as is using the surroundings wisely.

Ahoy there! You and your small crew are on board a sailing ship in the middle of an ocean. But you are being chased by an enemy ship and there’s a storm brewing! There are many roles for you to chose from and different puzzles and problems to be solved. Batten down the hatches, flee the enemy ships and if necessary man the canons! Bring yourselves and your crew to harbour safely.

Dressing up

The upcoming mission is one in space and the void treckers have been told to blend in. The dressing room has been opened and what awaits them looks like it walked out of a old science fiction film. Shoulder pads, metalic colours. Everything over the top, ridiculous and not practical at all.

Yet the mission brief said to fit in. So swallow your pride and try and find outfits that aren’t too ridiculous. Or go all out and make the most of it, it’s not every day you can wear elaborate outfits after all.

Space Battle

As perhaps the outfits had suggested this world is an odd one, the outfits given to the voidtreckers make them some of the most subtle dressed people in the space city. Big, bold and loud. But the crisis is clear, an enemy force attacking this city filled with non combatants and children.

Team One

Space fighting time! The space ships are designed for two so voidtreckers will need a partner. There’s not much time to train so it will be mostly learning on the job, but it’s fine. The voidtreckers job is mostly to make up numbers, to split the enemy’s focus whilst those that know how to pilot go in to defeat the enemy.

Team Two

The problem with space battles is, there are a lot of injuries and a lot of damaged space ships. The space city is not one that has a large military so damaged ships need to be fixed as quickly as possible.

Help out the engineers. It might be the voidtreckers know a little about repairing ships themselves but even if they don’t, extra pairs of hands are always useful.

Team Three

This city is loud, bustling and full of life. But with the battle raging outside everyone needs to stay safe. Help people get to shelters. Clear the streets and begin the evacuation, though hopefully a full evacuation won’t be needed.

Space Disco

Enemies vanquished, this city does what it apparantly does best. That is, party. The music is way too loud, different songs out of each building, people dance in the streets, lights flash far too fast. There is strange street food to try, new dances to learn and a victory to celebrate.

Comments

Ifrit | Arknights

[oripyrothy]

A. DRESSING UP

[ Ifrit is holding up the gaudiest outfit in the world, or in many worlds even, with a look of disgust on her face. She's got it in one hand, held away from her like the outfit is contagious and she might catch bad fashion sense from it. ] Do they... do they honestly expect me to wear something like this?

Somebody as great as me would nev- [ Whatever she had been about to say is cut off as the outfit in her hand catches fire. The flames begin to lick up from the bottom of the tacky metallic shirt, and as Ifrit notices, she lets out a yelp that cuts off her speech. ]

I didn't, I-- [ She tosses the outfit to the ground, but now it's REALLY burning, liable to spread if something isn't done. ] Crap crap crap...

This wasn't my fault!!


B. SPACE DISCO

[ Ifrit felt entirely useless during the attack. She was used to being on the frontlines - well, okay, back behind the frontlines a bit, with her flamethrower. But more to the point, she was somebody who went on missions and fought. But she couldn't do shit that time. Pilot a ship? As if! She'd just set fire to the inside and kill her partner or whoever.

And now, as if she didn't feel bad enough about that, there was a big celebration, celebrating the thing she couldn't help at all in. Plus... she didn't do well with celebrations to begin with.

Which is why Ifrit looks incredibly sullen just outside one of the many dances, plopped down on a bench and eating.... some sort of pepper, it looks like? She's just shoving it in her face, whole.

She's not so out of it that she can't notice when somebody gets a little too close, though. ] The hell you want?


C. MEDICAL BAY

[ Ifrit gets to do something she hates doing - studying.

Specifically, she was looking up medical information on oripathy. She spent her entire life being treated for it, but now that she was separated from people who could help her with it - separated from Silence - she had no idea what to do.

What she did know was that she'd need to start her treatments back up sooner than later, even if she had to find a way to do it herself.

Unfortunately, not only does she hate studying, she's also bad at it. She ends this study session in the medical car by slamming down the book she was reading and letting out a very loud ] UUUUUUUUUGH.

Kill me now. It'll be quicker.


BASIC CHARACTER INFO.

Ifrit looks something like a demon, with demonic-style horns and tail, though those are notably made out of some smooth black rock. She also has lesions on her skin - mainly visible on her legs and arms - made out of the same black rock. Besides those, she appears human. Physically, she seems somewhere in her mid-teens, even if she doesn't act it sometimes.

B.

[theturksway]

[Reno eyed the horned girl from afar for a bit, somewhere near the entrance to a dive, swaying a bit to the beat coming from inside. Back where he was from, somewhere like her would be considered a monster. Not to be rude but because that's just what the creatures created by mako degradation were called. The thing was, he knew she was a train passenger like him and that meant she was from a different world. So was she normal there? Hell, not all monsters were vicious and some of them... well, he didn't always mind the view.

Reno swayed his way over to her after a bit and watched as she shoved the piece of food down her throat. Whelp.]

Yo. What's with the sour mood? That fruit not tasty or something?

[oripyrothy]

[ Ifrit gives this guy a Look. She's not used to dealing with people, at all really, and so she wasn't sure what to make of him. He was an adult, but not a white coat. Passenger on the train, yeah probably, but she wasn't really sure how to categorize them yet either. Something like operators, but.... not. ]

It's not very spicy. Thought it'd be better. [ That was not at all what he was really asking, and Ifrit understands that, but she's not a feelings talker.

Better just to change the subject. ] What about you? All done with dancing? [ She had, at least, noticed him exit one of the places blasting music. Way to be observant, Ifrit, the Doctor would give her an A for that. ]

[theturksway]

Yeah, yeah.

[He nodded along with her answer. Yeah, it wasn't really the answer he was looking for but honestly he was laid back enough not to care either. If she wanted to avoid the subject, let her.

So the subject change was taken with ease. He flashed her a sly grin before replying.]

A guy needs a break once in a while. 'Sides, didn't think the lovely lady needed to sit this one out all by herself. What about you, yo? You like to dance or just sit there lookin' pretty?

[oripyrothy]

I guess I don't really do these kinds of... parties. [ Which was true enough for an excuse. Dancing wasn't really something she did being raised in a lab. She'd had some fun with it with Mayer and Magallan, sure, but that's it.

Of course, the real reason was that she didn't feel up to celebrating at all. She was useless, but everybody else was around dancing and... singing, or whatever else.

It made her burn up, really -- actually, it was making her burn up literally, as smoke began to rise from where her free hand was resting on the bench.

Her eyes widened, and she quickly took control - she wasn't so bad at controlling her flames that she couldn't turn them off over something small like this.

She tried to play it off, though, hoped this guy wouldn't notice. Act cool. Unfortunately, she's really bad at acting, and even as she was pretending nothing had happened, she was sliding her hand over to try and examine how much damage she did by burning the bench with her hand. ]

A

[ageneralmayhem]

[ There is a crackle in the air as a ball of ice forms around the burning material then melts, putting out the fire. Dropping his hand, he glances at the woman - the rock-like additions noted and then filed for later questions - before toeing the mess. ]

Clearly it was the shirt's fault.

[ There might be something in his tone, but he sounds generally amused by the whole situation. At least his choice of outfits seems to fit him rather well, even if he seems to have a lack of a shirt and the heavy leather coat he wore had the pattern of feathers designed into it, let alone the large metal shoulder guards. ]

One wonders exactly what shop they received their supplies from, don't they?

[oripyrothy]

[ With all of the operators Ifrit knew from Rhodes Island, this man's outfit didn't even merit a raised eyebrow.

Still, Ifrit's cheeks redden. Not because of the man's outfit, but because of his joke. She was flushed half in anger, half in embarrassment - he was humoring her, like a child.

Her thoughts are practically written on her face - she is not subtle - but she pushes down her initial reaction with the thought of "It's better than accepting blame for this." ]

Y-Yeah, that's right. Good thing it happened to me, somebody else might have really been burned. [ She somehow turned "I set a shirt on fire by accident" into a bragging moment. That says a lot about her. ]

...It was a good thing you were here too, I guess. How'd you do that thing with the ice?

[ageneralmayhem]

[ He knew that his sense of humor wasn't exactly normal - Genesis had said and Angeal always gave him looks - but Sephiroth wasn't attempting to be mean. He saved that for those he has certain issues with, or those that needed some lessons.

At her words, he chuckles softly, turning slightly to look at the pile of clothing before dismissing it all with a raised eyebrow. He was not going to attempt anything so outlandish, especially when his own clothing was a bit flashy, especially if he decided to truly spread his wing. ]

Yes, I suppose they would have been burned badly if that happened. [ he smiles, commanding a small ball of ice to form in his hand, one of the many green stones set in his metal arms guards lighting up. ] Magic, of course.

[oripyrothy]

"Magic..." You mean Arts? [ Well, Ifrit used fire Arts, ice Arts sounded legitimate. ] Never met an ice Arts user before... think somebody in Reunion might've used them, though.

[ Ifrit, like a child, was very easy to distract from her own thoughts. Anger and embarrassment have already been forgotten in this next moment, moving from excuses to curiosity. ]

B

[death_from_above]

The orange cat hopped up onto thew seat beside her, ears flicking. "You bored too?" the cat asked. "You know what would be more fun? Fishing! I bet they've got some swell places to catch fish around here!" Like an ocean so his swell use could be the pun it was intended to be. "Shall we wave goodbye to this party, part waves with it, and sea if we can find an ocean?"

[oripyrothy]

Ifrit slooowly blinked. Looked down to her pepper to make sure it was hallucinogenic (though she had no way of knowing.) Then she looks back down to the cat.

"A talking....... cat?" She blinks, again. "Are you just, like, a really messed up Feline or something?" Unhelpful that the race of cat people where Ifrit's from are just named Feline, but hey, whatcha gonna do.

[death_from_above]

"I'm a talker. Always have been. So... about those fish...?"

[oripyrothy]

"Okay, weird Feline," she's going with this, it's easier to accept, "WHERE exactly do you hope to find fish at?"

She didn't see any fish stalls, though there might be some around.

A

[aablublublu]

[ The instant Shaw hears Ifrit yelling, she comes running. Acting purely on well-honed Ifrit-related instincts, the moment she's in range, she opens fire at the shirt (and Ifrit) with a powerful blast of water.

Ifrit's dignity is a small price to pay for putting out a fire, especially while surrounded by flammables. ]

[oripyrothy]

AGLUGBLUBLU-- [ The undignified sound of Ifrit being knocked off her feet and water going in her mouth and nose.

As soon as the water is gone, Ifrit blinks, wiping the water out of her eyes and off her face. ] What the HELL! [ She looks up at the perpetrator (the only time anybody ever looks up at Shaw,) and-- ] Lungmen shortie! [ SHE SHOULD'VE KNOWN!

Really, she should have.

...At least the fire's out. ]

[aablublublu]

[ A satisfied nod. ]

Firehazard hasbeeneliminated.

[oripyrothy]

"Fire haz--"

I had it under control!! [ SHE DID NOT. THIS IS A LIE.

Ifrit is collecting herself though, standing back up. Looking annoyed and upset, which is fairly usual for her. ]

C

[mechoftheseus]

"Could be worse. You're still walking - I'd call that a plus."

The voice comes from a hologram that starts to render in, voxel by hexagonal voxel, until it shows a dark-skinned man in the standard issue hoodie. Once it fully appears, he waves.

[oripyrothy]

There's a LOT Ifrit could reply with. That she won't walk for much longer without treatment. That she won't live for much longer without treatment. That even if she did, hey maybe this guy would love to live with the chronic nerve pain and hallucinations.

Or, she could not do any of that, because it'd make her look weak and lame. "Okay, then kill me later when it gets worse. Happy?" She chucks the book in his direction. Watch out, it's a heavy book.

[mechoftheseus]

It passes right through him, leaving rippling blue voxels sliding out of the way. He cocks his head.

"All I'm saying is that if the medtechs on board this train can keep me breathing, they can keep you on your feet. They've got better tech here than I had on the Anvil."

[oripyrothy]

Okay, noooooooow she takes stock of the fact he's apparently made of voxels. What?

She sits up straighter, looking over his form curiously. "Okay, what the hell are you supposed to be anyway?"

B

[ultimate_angel]

[The sharp quip doesn't really affect Ultimo all that much. Save for a minor head tilt, perhaps in confusion, or just trying to get a read on just what kind of person she is.]

You look sad. What's wrong?

[It's straightforward but sincere. He's decided she's not a bad person, just a hurt and angry one.]

[oripyrothy]

What the- [ Ifrit sputters for a moment, trying to find coherent words to phrase her thoughts here.

Just who did this guy(?) this he(?) was!? ]

Sad!? Oi, what are you on! I'm not sad! [ SHE WAS. But she is way too Cool to admit it. ]

[ultimate_angel]

On?

[He's admittedly a little perplexed at the question. But he's more concerned about Ifrit right now.]

If you're not sad, then what are you?

[Did he read it wrong? Are there ways to look sad when you feel another emotion? He has questions and no answers so far.]

[oripyrothy]

I'm- I'm not anything! I'm fine!

[ She's lying is what she is. She was definitely moping. But now there's too much self-indulgent anger to see it. ]

Who even are you, anyway!?