voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 003

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!

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.

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Things you see

Khary was more amused than anything when the clearly urchin landen stole from his plate. Not a big deal, he had plenty, and could acquire the marks to gain more. Khary had never been poor, and he worked hard to make sure no one in his territory starved. Mother Night, the Court worked to make sure no one in Kaleer starved. Well, except little Terrielle, but that wasn't theirs. So he didn't mind helping out a hungry kid. He didn't mind letting the kid have the ego of thinking he stole food from a stronger male. That was all fine. And Khary had even made a mental note to slip this kid some more food later.

Until he stole something from a girl. And that... that crossed a line. Khary was a Warlord, not a Warlord Prince, so this didn't guarantee bloodshed. But it did mean the poor girl was getting her lunch back, and that he and this little jerk were going to have a talk. A long one.

He didn't gesture, didn't need to, to create the invisible wall of power that cut the kid odd from proceeding further. It would be like walking into a wall. He also put a shield around the access to the girl so that the little **** couldn't take revenge on her when he realized he was trapped. And then he proved how very much his usual MO gained polish from knowing Daemon Sadi. He slid into the aisle, hands in his pockets, looking utterly casual as he approached. Unlike Sadi, he didn't look bored though. No, he looked amused. His blue eyes twinkled from under his curly hair, his lips twitched into what could have been a friendly smile.

"Think it's time you and I had a talk," he said seeming conversational. Friendly, even.

Harry was minding his business, or that's what he would have said, anyway. Doing what came naturally, in this case taking food for himself, except when he tried to make his escape with a theatrical wave and a wicked grin...there was nowhere to go. Just an invisible wall that prevented him from continuing on his way, and when he whirled around to glower at the girl, he couldn't get more than a step or two back either. Magic, of course, a development which resulted in a heavy sigh and accompanying groan of protest, as well as the obligatory raising of his hook in anticipated aggression.

Aggression which might have been directed at the girl anyway until the new guy arrived, stalling his threatening motions at least for the moment.

"Is it?" he drawled, Scottish accent as thick as his tone was lazy and unimpressed. "Funny, I thought it was time for lunch."

"Well then," he said, hands in pockets, seeming amused, "You were wrong. He pulled one hand free, and held it out. "Give me what you stole from her so I can return it, and then you and I are going to have a little chat in the other car." His voice sounded causal and friendly enough, but he was trained by Yaslana and the High Lord, and was accepting that this little char might well end with the younger male dead. He did hope that wasn't the case, however.

Harry laughed. He couldn't help it, the plea was ridiculous. A little 'chat'. Giving his lunch back that he took fair and square, like it was something owed. Like it mattered.

"Or what. You'll take it back from me? Come on."

And he deliberately started eating it. Ripped the sandwich open and took a big bite, keeping eye contact the entire time.

The air around them chilled slightly. Thankfully he had restocked his personal stores since coming aboard. And as one who serves, he was prepared for a similar situation. In front of the girl, still blocked off from Harry, he made appear the food he had made earlier and had been keeping to temperature with craft. A nice bowl of stew and a mug of hot chocolate. Both were steaming despite the colder air around them. He even called in a wrapped set of silverware from the dining car. He looked downright smug.

The developments were new, but not exactly novel, at least in theory. And not especially intimidating, considering it came down to a sudden appearance of food. Not particularly spooky or scary.

"Oh good. So what's the problem?"

He used Craft to lift Harry into the air and, hands in pockets, strode to find another car, Harry floating along behind him. He dropped the other shields. "As I said, boyo, we are going to have a talk." He was heading for the dining car. They could have a talk while the puppy learned to make stew so he could make his own food rather than stealing it.

At the sudden loss of gravity, Harry let out a squawk of protest, kicking and striking at the air as if struggling would fix the situation.

"OI. Let me down, you wanker! You solved the 'problem' yourself, so leave me alone!"

"No. I helped that one woman this one moment. This is me solving the problem, by giving you a chance." He opened the door to the dining car when he got to it, and slammed it once they were both clear. He snapped shields around every possible exit, then dropped him to the floor. No warning, but close enough that Harry could catch himself, maybe. He was grinning, arms crossed. "Feel free to get the cursing out of your system," he said with a grin. He had a skin tight shield around himself and had no sense that this puppy had power even to the depth of the White. He was still cautious, hence the shield, but not afraid. Not even a little bit. If the kid threw a punch the kid would have a few broken bones and a hard lesson.

Harry felt the tilt of gravity re-asserting itself and threw out his arms, catching himself like a cat and gracefully regaining his feet, brandishing his hook at the stranger with a scowl.

"Don't remember asking for a chance. You feel it was a problem, that's yours to fix. Isn't anything to do with me."

"No, you didn't ask, Puppy. I'm giving it to you anyway. Beats skinning you alive, for one," he said with a grin as he started calling in the leftover vegetables from when he made the stew. He broke the preservation spells around them and called in a large kitchen knife which he flipped to catch by the tip to offer to him. "Know how to handle one of these?" he asked. "I figured we could make stew while we talk."

"And why would I want to make stew."

He leaned back against the countertop, happy enough to accept the knife in his free hand even if he wasn't inclined to actually help. Instead, he tucked it in his belt.

"Especially considering I'm not so sure you're actually going to follow through on that threat of yours."

"Because you are apparently hungry, and cooking for yourself gives you better options than luck of the draw with theft, AND is less likely to get you killed. As for the threat..." he grinned, shrugged, and pulled a chicken from one of the fridges. Pulled it out through the closed fridge door, without touching it, floated it in the air between them. A grin that was closer to savage than his others and a slash of heat in the air between them and the skin neatly ripped itself off the chicken, all in one piece. The chicken then broke into parts in the air before them with the loud snap of bone till he had it quartered. He removed the drumsticks, hands still resting on the vegetables, eyes still on Harry. All but one quarter vanished, that one floated over to hover above the cutting board.

"I can follow through," he said, still grinning. "As to if I do or not, well that is up to you." Killing always leaves a scar on the soul, so he'd rather not. But if he had to, he would do what it took to defend people. Even if that meant taking more scars.

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Re: Harry Hook | the Descendants 3 | ota

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Permission to use Craft/magic to pick him up and carry him off?

Absolutely!

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