Test Drive Meme 013

[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!

Training Gym

Fight club have finally gotten a gym to train in. Train carriages make strange gyms, long narrow spaces. But this has mats, balance beams, climbing apparatus. Pads and training dummies for punching. It also has large blocks that look a little like what you might find in a children's play centre but can be used to make obstacle courses or provide cover in training exercises.

Set up a course, practice fighting or try and learn how to throw a punch! There are plenty who will help, people who take training super seriously and let's face it, people who want to ambush others from behind oversized foam blocks.

Games

For those for whom fighting is not an idea of fun, or those wanting more relaxation, the games carriage has a whole collection of different games. Board games, card games, dice games. There are many games about trains but they aren't the only type.

There are low tables in the carriage to set a game up on and plenty of beanbags and cushions to sit on. Grab a game, grab a friend or a complete stranger and get playing!

Water Maze

The latest mission has taken the voidtreckers to an underwater maze. They have been given wet suits, helmets and breathing apparatus- lightweight boxes that strap to their back, connect to their helmet and filter air from the water. A powerful and dangerous artifact has been stolen and the race is on to get it back before it is used for ill.

Team One

Plenty of monsters and foes have been sent to try and retrieve the item. Giant crabs, strange eels. Even people with fish tails and the ability to breathe underwater. All are dangerous foes and fighting underwater is difficult.

But team one are the vanguard, keeping the monster levels low to allow team two to push on through the maze.

Team Two

Hopefully team one will deal with the monsters, but the odd one might sneak through. Team two's main job is to solve the maze, because the thief is in the centre in order to perform his ritual.

It's a race against time, the maze is made of coral and walls of seaweed that are impossible to cut through. Solving it requires a quick mind and some determined swimming.

Team Three

For those not wishing to brave the water, or those whose skills lie more in helping others. The island where the artefact was stolen from needs help. The temple was ransacked and some of the islanders were injured. Help them fix their homes, put the temple back to rights, tend to the injured.

Cleaning the temple is a big job, but hopefully by the time the artefact has been retrieved it will be able to be restored to it's rightful place.

Comments

[strawberryprotector]

"All you can do is try." Ichigo smiled warmly at Muramasa. He'd never felt that the blade was a bad person in his own right, but his wielder had been rotten to the core. "I can try to answer questions for you, if you have any. And I'd teach you how to throw a punch, but you can't make a proper fist with those nails of yours."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Ehhh..." He blinks, and shrugs. "Yeah sure."

Kaseri at least is very eager for it.

[betrayedwhisper]

"I appreciate the offer of answers and may take you up on it, but I don't understand why I wouldn't be able to make a 'proper fist'."

Muramasa tucked his fingers into a fist and held it out towards Ichigo. "Is that not correct?" The nails on his fingers seemed to disappear so they didn't stab into his palm and his thumbnail shortened to a length that was only slightly longer than normal.

[strawberryprotector]

Crouching down, Ichigo stroked the tiny horse's nose. "Aren't you a pretty thing? I've never seen a horse in your color, but I guess we must be from different worlds. So that's not a shock. I bet you'd like it if I had some sugar cubes, huh?"

[strawberryprotector]

Ichigo blinked in surprise before smiling at Muramasa. "I didn't know you could control the length of your nails. That was what I'd meant because I didn't think your nails would allow it. Now, have you ever thrown a punch before?"

[flatteries]

Just that sudden touch may have been enough under normal circumstances to snap Inigo out of his touch. Because while he himself may be a very, very clingy and touchy person with other people, he knows that Gerome isn't the same way. He doesn't just touch someone else for no reason. So of course even the slightest touch coming from the other - like the hand on top of his own to draw his attention - immediately gets him to look up at Gerome.

But then there's those words. Of all things to say, he just had to flip over the conversation's topic towards Inigo. Which is honestly the last thing he wants here. He was trying so hard to tuck everything away only a moment ago, why does Gerome have to try to uncover it all the same now?

Inigo definitely looks at the other with surprise in his eyes, though he wills the emotion off his face a moment later - but a moment too late.

".. What do you mean?"

He knows damn well what Gerome means. But with his stomach turning, that's all he can think of what to say.

[restoredhonor]

Fragile? Yeah, he can see why that would bother her. He still doesn't see her as fragile. Mainly because she'd handed him his ass far too many times.

Granted, there was that time he'd burned her feet, but that had been an accident. He sighs, and leans his head back. "You're not fragile." He says quietly. "You could probably still take me." No, she probably couldn't because he did have the advantage of sight, but she deserves to feel capable.

"Before or during the comet?" He asks, curious.

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Heh! She's no normal horse though, 's the thing- y' ever see one this small? She's a pokemon!" He blinks at the idea of sugar cubes, pausing. "...Sugar cubes? Those seriously a horse thing?"

[wyvernmaster]

Gerome hadn't really meant anything by the touch, all he'd wanted was to stop that incessant noise. And yet... he didn't immediately pull his hand away. Because the look on Inigo's face stopped him. He hadn't been quick enough to hide it at all.

"I think you know..."

Honestly, Gerome was just flailing in the darkness and hoping he would hit something that made sense to him. Inigo was being difficult. He was hiding something. And while he had done the same thing back home, he had to wonder if somehow he had been doing it more here... He seemed more hedgy than ever.

[strawberryprotector]

"Wait, she's really a pokemon?" Ichigo looked up at the man in surprise. "Where I'm from, they're fictional. And I think horses like sugar cubes? At least I've heard as much. I'm a med student, not a vet student, so I'm no expert."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Heh, not th' only one who had tha' reaction! I wasn' from th' same world, but I think there was...somethin' like it in a game back home?" He shrugs. "I dunno. Anyway, I guess one can't hurt, she's stolen choc'late 'n stuff b'fore after all..."

A sugar cube is Probably less terrible than chocolate.

Probably.

[strawberryprotector]

Ichig moved his hand from Kaseri's snout to rub her neck, making sure to pet her with the grain of her fur. "Well, you're clearly taking very good care of her because she seems to be very happy."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Heheheeeee~ Thanks man! 'm more used t' goats 'n such, but I'm doin' my best I figure!"

One could wonder why goats are anywhere near the metro area of Tokyo given the blond's accent, but hey, whatever.

[strawberryprotector]

"Goats, huh? Only thing I know about those are from videos I've watched online." Ichigo grinned, rising back to his feet. "I'm Ichigo, by the way." He stuck his hand out at the other man invitingly.

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Jonouchi Katsuya..!" he introduces- he's...pretty sure the other guy just gave his first name, so it feels weird just giving up his last one...

He'll take that hand though. "And uh..yeah," he laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "Got t' help out at one of th' farms in Alola, so..." Not to mention a decade or so of prior life experience, but that would sound a bit weirder.

[strawberryprotector]

"Nice to meet you, Jonouchi-san." Ichigo gave him a firm handshake and a smile. "Have you been here on the train for long?"

[luckydragonsfoot]

[Honorifics........................so weird...

But!] Nah, not really. Pretty much jus' got on, stupid hail...

[strawberryprotector]

"Same here." Ichigo picked up his water bottle that he'd snagged from the kitchen and took a drink. "Glad to be out of the weather, though."

[baisant]

"No," Jean-Claude replies, with a shake of his head, turning back to his glass of wine. "It will not."

Joscelin will grow and change. Move on, perhaps. Without him? He cannot say for certain. But he has been given the choice, and Jean-Claude knows that it is the right one. Just as he knows he would rather die himself, as much as he has his own reasons to despise his own vampiric existence.

The question startles him somewhat. Since he left? Jean-Claude raises his eyebrows in question towards the -- young boy, he will need to think of him as such now, for he is not a vampire now, not anymore.

"Forgive me, mon ami," he replies. "I met with you not but two weeks ago. I am not certain I knew that you had gone. The last I saw you..." He pauses, before smiling softly and continuing, "You were reprimanding me for 'moping', as I believe you phrased it, mon petit."

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin’s eyes go wide behind their glasses. “Two weeks ago?” He echoes incredulously. “My dear friend, that simply cannot be. I have been on this godforsaken train at least six months, and for a year before that I wasn’t even in the same version of earth as our shared reality.”

He can’t even remember what he and Jean-Claude had spoken about, the last time he’d seen him.

“Time...I’m told that it works rather differently here. Some people are good friends from the same place, and yet they come from different times with different memories. There’s a man—Tony Stark; it’s hard to miss him as he’s the self proclaimed leader here—who comes from a time five years after some of his friends from his world, but somewhat earlier than others.”

[lookslikeacinnamonroll]

[ Oh wow, someone thinks Wen Ning looks like he knows what he's doing here. That's a first. ]

Ah, not by much, but I can try. What help do you need?

[baisant]

It says something of Jean-Claude's character that he does not exactly seem surprised by this revelation. It says something about the change in Joscelin as well. They have known each other for quite some time now, and he has never known the other to willingly embrace him before. All previous contact between the pair of them has been initiated by Jean-Claude himself, and reluctantly returned by Joscelin in kind.

Truth be told, Jean-Claude is perhaps surprised to find out that it has only been that long. Though he supposes that it would change a person, fairly drastically, to find themselves born again, in a manner of speaking.

"And might I ask myself how long it has been since..." he trails off, uncertain how exactly he might phrase it. Since he died? But he had done that once before. "Since you have been resurrected, as it were?"

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin frowns. “About eight weeks, or thereabouts. Odd; it feels much longer than that.” In some way, his vampirism almost feels like another time entirely. It’s strange, having two sets of memories in his skull. “I hadn’t realized anything was amiss until I tried to drink blood and was unable to. It repulsed me.”

[baisant]

Jean-Claude lets out a breath of air through his nose.

"Really, mon petit," he says, somewhat nonplussed. "I would have thought that this would have been more than something of a hint."

Reaching out, Jean-Claude places a large, cool hand against Joscelin's chest. Over his warm, beating heart.

"I can hear it beating even from here," he observes, with a wry twist of his lips.

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin frowns. “I challenge you to get yourself killed, wake up in a bloody carry on suitcase, and then find yourself surrounded by people who keep telling you you’re dead. Investigating my newfound pulse hadn’t quite occurred to me until that exact moment. I was too focused on my miraculous resurrection for that.”

It’s quite adorable, the way he pouts.