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voidtreckerooc2019-08-13 05:49 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in voidtreckerooc2019-08-13 05:49 am
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Test Drive Meme 003
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!
What to do on a train.
The problem with trains is you are unable to get off them. Whilst hurtling through an ever changing void that’s probably a good thing all told but it can lead to boredom. Or at least it does if you don’t think creatively enough!
What can you do in a standard coach? Well the obvious, most practical use is a comfy place to sit, in relative solitude as long as no one sits too close. Read a book if you’ve the points to buy one, or write in your journal.
But thinking outside the box a standard coach is also a pretty good climbing course, up and down over the rows of seats, there’s even gaps under the seats if you want to add to the challenge. Or you could just play the floor is lava.
Escorting Dralite
Dralite: Small, bat like creatures. As chicks they are about the size of a beach ball, however it soon becomes apparent that they are predominantly made of wings. Unfurled the creature is tiny with massive wings, spanning a meter long each. It is obvious why they need an escort, they cannot yet fly and their movement is severely hampered by their disproportionate wing size. They will happily cling to any friendly creatures.
Adult dralite are about the size of a sheep with large wings and large claws. They are teritorial but not overtly hostile unless provoked.
Dralite have a screech that will floor most creatures, knocking them down disoriented. As chicks their screech will stun, giving them time to escape from danger.
This world has a sizable colony and a group of humans who preserve and look after the huge dralite nests. However it seems like a group of chicks have gone missing, poachers are suspected, probably planning on selling the chicks off world.
Team One Is to track down the missing dralite. There are clues, footprints, other tracks and rumours of an unauthorised camp of humans in the area. Follow the tracks, check out the camp, see if you can find who took the dralite chicks and where they are being kept.
Team Two Is to rescue the chicks by any means necessary. Be that sneaking in and stealing them back or bursting in to challenge the poachers and put an end to their operation once and for all.
Team Three The remaining chicks still need looked after, especially with many of the volunteers helping hunt down the missing ones. They are needy creatures that cannot mover very far on their own so rely on clinging to other species to get around. You might just find yourself with a new dralite hat or cloak clinging to you, trying to get comfy. They shriek whenever they are afraid or don’t get their way and are likely to wrap their wings around your head if things get too scary. Good luck!
Around the Campfire
Once the chicks are back safe and sound it is time for a celebration. A huge BBQ and campfire is set up for a tasty feast. Just remember to share the meat with your new dralite friends or they will get sad and sulky and that could lead to trouble.
There’s lots of food and afterwards the dralite conservationists will tell stories around the fire, inviting the trekkers to do the same. Wanting to know of the different worlds they have been to, the adventures they’ve been on. Or if real life tale telling is not for you then they will settle for a good ghost story.
Team three
Romeo is also covered in dralite but unlike Joss he seems very happy to be here looking after the strange creatures. He laughs as one moves, tickling his neck.
He was glad to be able to help out by looking after some of the chicks whilst people were looking for the bad news poachers. He hopes they manage to rescue the ones that were kidnapped!
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His face briefly emerges from the morass of feathers. It is, indeed, bleeding. Really, Romeo should be congratulating him on his restraint!
“I haven’t the time to be playing bloody nursemaid to these...things, and neither do you. We need to focus on getting back to Heaven!”
This isn’t the first time he’s gone off in this vein—or even the tenth. He’s got a one track mind these days.
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He sighs sadly. "I know Joss... But we don't know how to get back yet. We will though, we just got to keep trying and keep our spirits up. We will find a way."
He's not sure how they got so lost but it's worse for Joss who is here without miss Ayumu.
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“Achoo!”
—awful. He shudders as he’s forced to wipe his nose with a shirt sleeve, having no handkerchiefs on his person. That earns the feather monster another reproachful glare.
“We need to try harder.” He sounds exasperated, but he’s not frustrated with Romeo. Romeo is his best friend. The closest thing he has to family. Romeo is his link to home. “We have to get out of this fucking place. Off that train.”
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Because it wasn't in the worlds they had been alive in. He doesn't know how they got to a different world in the first place. He knows Joss isn't really mad at him. He's just mad at everything and it's hard for Romeo to know how to help him keep his spirits up.
"Maybe the train will go back there, we will get to the right place!"
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This is a conversation they've had before. A few times. Joss hates this feeling, this helplessness. This loss of control. Even if, somehow, they find their world, what then? Is he still even a shinki? He's got his memories back, mostly, and he's lost what little power he had as a shinki in favor of going back to drinking blood and not being able to tolerate daylight. The name that Mum gave him is faded, meaningless. Like a bad tattoo.
He hasn't told Romeo about these fears yet. Or even about the extent of the change that's come over him. Romeo has enough on his plate as it is, and he tends to react badly to these kinds of revelations. Joss still remembers how badly his best friend had reacted to his illness several months ago, and he doesn't want to put Romeo through that again.
"Maybe," he agrees with a sigh, instead of picking a fight. "And until then we're stuck here playing childminder to these overgrown chickens. Brilliant. Just what I've always wanted."
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"They are sort of cute when they keep their claws to themselves!" The one wrapped around his head batted him on the ear, making him stumble. "I think they just don't know how big their wings are!"
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“It’s a good thing there isn’t very much meat on you,” he hisses at the offending chick. “Otherwise you’d be in the pot for soup.”
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"We should tell them! I bet there's somewhere they can get them from!"
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(Really. Please don’t change. If anything else changes in his life right now, he might go mad. And that would be a Very Bad Thing for all parties involved.)
“I wonder why they haven’t tried them already. It would save a lot of mending, if nothing else.” His sweatshirt is in tatters. That damn train had better replace it. He can’t stand looking so ragged and unkempt.
“Romeo, how do you do it? How do you manage to make friends with every damn thing we come across?”
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How did he do it? He didn't really do anything. "They are just really friendly and I'm friendly to them and then we are friends. I can teach you if you want..."
Joss taught him so many things, but making friends is something he finds hard and Romeo wouldn't mind teaching him in return.