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.

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[sell_tickets]

He dismissed the flames and offered the cup, holding it with his fingertips, a shield around them so the heat wouldn't burn him. "Careful, it's hot," he warned. "And I'll admit I don't understand a quarter of what you just said," he replied with a winkle in his blue eyes.

This person was creating, not calling? Interesting, if he was interpreting that right.

[popotostudies]

There are other stars, he reminds himself. Places where things hadn't gone wrong or simply went differently; simply because there was active aether manipulation going on didn't mean this person was even remotely of the Source.

Some other star. Where mortals still look like hyur and act like hyur but can handle magic as they should.

The cup is taken carefully and ... set directly on the dark stone he was working on, the motes of light fading back into nothingness. He'll get started again once his mind is in the right place. "My apologies. The idea of many stars and realities is still one I struggle with."

[sell_tickets]

"Well, this web has us all a bit tangled up, it's fine," he assured him. Sadly, while Khary means well, he's very... well, wrong.... about this place. "It takes some getting used to."

[popotostudies]

And yet it works perfectly acceptable as a metaphor, and it doesn't occur to Fandaniel just yet that it ISN'T one. Something about spiders and tangled webs, it makes sense to him as an extrapolation.

"Unfortunately it seems so. And it also seems that the time will be allowed to us, as the train is disinclined to actually let anyone go." Which ... well, that's fine by him, even by his tone. A vacation's nice. No pressures. No shattered little soulbits roaming around making him feel guilty. "Were it a more temporary stay I wouldn't be bothering building an altar, save myself some aether and trouble."

Even though he knows damn well that blowing on a hot drink doesn't actually help cool it, he tries anyway with a couple puffs. Hot is good, but scorching is not. "..You may make use of it when I am finished, if you wish."

Dark knows dark, after all. Even if it's ... a little different than usual.

[sell_tickets]

"I am certain that Jaenelle and the others will untangle us, I just have no clue how long it has been since I fell, or how intricate the web actually is," he said with a sigh. "There are people I would like to find again once we are free, however. Perhaps you among them. It's been a while since I've felt the comfort of another so deep into the Darkness."

"Thank you for the offer. There are some young ones I am starting to train here" if you'll excuse the unintentional pun, "who are old enough to go through their birthright. Thank the Darkness no one is ready to make the offering just yet."

[popotostudies]

"Seek Limsa Limosa then, should we shake the dust of this place off our heels and be about our business." A sip is carefully ventured. Not so hot as to scald, at least, which is acceptable. "Of late I've been lurking about there, and barring an unexpected calamity am likely to stay for at least a few decades."

Not everything the stranger says makes sense, but that seems reasonable now that Fandaniel's actually accepted he's likely from another star. Which means he's running it through his head, seeing how it sounds if he uses different words or meanings. "Though I admit to some surprise that there's any soul here who'd be interested in dabbling in darkness, most of them seem to be utterly terrified of anything that even hints at anything but sunshine and Light."

[sell_tickets]

Seek who what now? And hey, it was fair, most of what was being said to Khary made no sense. "I do not dabble, I wear the Sapphire," he said with a laugh. I serve the Lady, if that helps." It helped with the Kindred, anyway. "Why would anyone be afraid of the Darkness though? I mean, some Landens, maybe, but mist even see how our Darkness can help to protect them."

[popotostudies]

A smile twitches the corners of Fandaniel's mouth as he finally turns back to the task of making more rocks. "I'm afraid I don't know which Lady, or what you mean by Sapphire. I could take some stabs at it though."

The little motes of aether begin moving again, slowly. And just as before, staining purple and then black before integrating with the chunk of stone. "Many are not aware of how much it protects and shelters them," he adds after a moment, tone utterly sober. No, that tone is a touch depressed. "They don't realize how much they owe, and others fight hard to be certain they never find out. If they knew, if they understood it is not the patron they think, but another, we would never be at odds, and yet.."

He shakes his head slightly. "But to other matters, else my mindset affect my creations and warp the altar in its infancy."

[sell_tickets]

"Witch," he clarified. "This web is rather irritating," he added. "Sapphire is my Jewel of Rank. So I wear one of the Darker Jewels. I can go pretty deep into the abyss, though nor s far as some of my friends, fo course." Because that clarified... anything?

He settled in to watch though, he'd never seen a Dark Alter being created. Never thought to ask about what went into them.

[popotostudies]

"Try all of that again ... as if you were talking to a dirty pig farmer you stumbled across in a foreign land, that reacts to everything you do with sheer terror."

If he sounds distracted, it's because he is.

[sell_tickets]

"Landen or Blood?" he asked with a laugh. "And is there a Sceltie involved?"

[popotostudies]

"Landen. Presume there's merely a hateful unfamiliar religious leader involved, telling everyone witch power is dangerous and evil, probably because he or she is incapable of doing anything useful."

At the very least, unraveling the meaning of 'landen' is effortless.

[sell_tickets]

"Wait... you want me to explain Witch as though to a Terellian Landen during the war?" he asked, stunned, and frankly a bit horrified.

[popotostudies]

The Ascian glances up, glasses obscuring his eyes a bit. "Can you?" The little motes of light pause; crafting things while distracted ends in a bad product. "Unless of course your usual method is attack, I'd rather not fight in the middle of work just for a demonstration."

[sell_tickets]

"I'm just not sure where to start," he admitted. "I'm not sure anything I could say could be seen as anything other than a threat given that the Blood in Terrielle at that time ignored the fact that they were meant to be caretakers of the realm and abused the poor Landens. And each other. Not sure that explaining how a Blood myth would do anything other than get them more upset..."

[popotostudies]

"Myths tend to only be stories to those who don't believe them," Fandaniel murmurs. "Fact is more reliable. This is this thing, that is what it does. This is its purpose, but this is what we use it for." He gestures a bit with the hand holding the cup. "The concrete, the observable, in the simplest terms even a pig farmer who doesn't know a book from what to wipe his backside with, could understand."

[sell_tickets]

"Well yes, but she is the living myth. Dreams made flesh. Some of us have waited tens of thousands of years for her," he said with a small smile. Mother Night he missed Jaenelle. "But even the family she was born to, who held her and observed her... refused to believe in what she is..." he grew grimmer at that, a rare hint of anger creeping into his tone and posture.

[popotostudies]

He shakes his head. "Then that's not important, and something you should not explain to such a farmer. Important to you or perhaps even your entire kind doesn't mean important to the average person, or even most people of your star." The cup is balanced carefully on his knee. "I could say to you 'Mitron is the source of all things in the sea, and rewrote the rules of aquatic shaping with each new appointment', but if you do not know Mitron, or why he is relevant, or what he is capable of, then the name means nothing to you .. even though to us it would be rather like saying the sun is in the sky."

Finally, FINALLY the brick of glittering black rock seems complete to his satisfaction, and it's examined very carefully, end over end, for any signs of imperfection. "Thus, we start with the obvious, that anyone could see and touch. No history required. No myths, no legends, and explanation of what a thing is, not simply the single word it is named. You may say 'web'.. but perhaps my word for it would be 'fjarnskag', and we would never know it is the same."

[sell_tickets]

"I could just leave her image within the outer most barriers of your mind, and then you'd just know," he added. "But you want me to explain her physically when she isn't physically here?" Yeah, her husband might have some issues with that. Like most of his caste, Sadi could be territorial. Especially when it came to unknown males daydreaming about Jaenelle.

[popotostudies]

There's a long, long pause from the blue haired man, hands still, gaze fixed upon the stone he made. And then with excruciating slowness and care he sets the stone upon the half-built altar. When he speaks again, his tone is gentle, the same one that someone might use on a child with a skinned knee.

"I overestimated you terribly, I do apologize. Thank you for the drink."

[sell_tickets]

He quirked a brow, amused. "Or maybe you're having as much trouble expressing yourself as you seem to think I am," he said, unbothered by the implied insult.

[popotostudies]

"If it pleases you to think so," Fandaniel murmurs, moving the stone to a better spot and then settling down to see if he has it in him to make another today. There were surely easier ways to get this accomplished, but nothing short of perfection could be worthy of Zodiark.

Probably rest was advisable. He doesn't have the aether reserves he used to. "Do you wish your cup back, or should I leave it in the kitchen?"

[sell_tickets]

"I'll take it back. I think I know what you might have thought you were asking, however."

[popotostudies]

The cup is thusly offered back, mostly empty. There's still a tiny bit down there but that's how cups work.

He never could get them completely dry through mundane means. "Is that so?" He doesn't sound particularly interested, but perhaps he's focused on the task at hand again in pulling gemstones out of nowhere.

I am sorry I keep changing the spelling on Terrelle, I can;'t ever keep it straight in my head.

[sell_tickets]

The cup vanished. He'd wash it later.

"He nodded. Your premise had two problems," he said, choosing to lay on the ground and stare at the ceiling as he spoke. "One is that even a Landen from another realm with as little brains as you mentioned... would know a lot of the things I would have to explain for this to make sense. And probably's heard of Witch already anyway. The other reason," he leaned up on his elbows a bit to grin, "Is that I enjoy having fun, and you made it easy."

Smiling, he lay back down. "I've had a lot of practice recently explaining the things that everyone in my world knows from the cradle up, so I don't mind doing it again for you. I'm telling myself it'll be goof practice for when my daughter starts to talk and hits that age where she asks a question about everything. Helped sit Daemonar a few times, so I know more or less what to expect."

He took a breath deciding where to begin. "My world is divided into three realms, two for the living, one for the dead. I am from one of the living realms, specifically Kaleer. We'll leave **** aside for now, since the realm of the dead is different in almost all ways, and just discuss the two living realms for the moment, Terielle and Kaleer. Until about fifty thousand years ago, they were more or less the same, so mostly just going to discuss Kaleer, because it is simpler."

"Now, in the living realms you can break the people down into two groups. Landen and Blood. Landens have no magic, cannot reach the Darkness at all with anything but prayers, and those only help if one of the Blood are listening. The Blood were created to be the caretakers of the Realm. We can use Craft and are charged with protecting the land, the Landens, and those of the blood weaker than we are. In top of that you have the part-humans and the animals, and among them as well are Landen and Blood, usually in the same ratio. The Blood are vastly outnumbered in most parts of the world, really. The exception being the Kindred territories, that is the territories of the animals who are also Blood. In some territories there are the Landens of their races as well, but I am fairly certain I've never met a Landen Unicorn," he said with a grin. "With me so far?"