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voidtreckerooc2020-08-17 07:45 am
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Test Drive Meme 015
Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab samples and have fun!
1. Post with your character, including their name and series in the subject. We’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!
2. Assume they've been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action.
3. Have lots of fun. Mandatory, mod-sanctioned fun.
Happy testing!
A Quiet Place
A double carriage with a staircase at each end, the quiet coach has five booths on each floor. With frosted glass doors, locks on the inside, and a pair of comfy benches each, they’re luxuriously private on a train that’s anything but. There are no ICP screens, and each booth is completely soundproof.
Granted, two of the rooms downstairs have been merged in an act of vandalism and are now a workshop-slash-forge, but that has its own attraction. Plenty of things to mess with, plenty of boxes of scraps. The main tinkerer’s not home. Hey, isn’t that a welding torch?
No? Well, you were early enough to snag a room for yourself. Perhaps you’re not alone, or you’re expecting company. Or maybe you forgot to lock the door, and now someone’s in here with you. Awkward.
Too Many Cooks
Once a single room, the kitchen now sprawls over two floors. Banks of industrial electric ovens, a long, steel countertop facing them. Cupboards full of oven trays and pans, racks of implements and appliances. On the first floor, sinks and modern appliances, and cupboards full of crockery.
This month, the month of Harrow, the recipes are centred around chocolate. Chicken Mole, chocolate ravioli, cocoa chilli… it may begin to taste a little sickly sweet after the first week. Fortunately, there’s plenty of room for experimentation as people start to beg for other meals. And a lot of chocolate going spare.
And when the preparation is finished, and the meals have been sent over to the dining carriage… there are stacks, and stacks, and stacks of plates. Pots. Cutlery. And no dishwashers.
Well, no, that’s not strictly true. You’re there.
Allegorical Devices and Other Foes
The world of Torcera, designation #450720816. With a civilisation level roughly equivalent to the medieval ages, the train has deposited its Voidtreckers in a castle town, in which several kingdoms have assembled for an annual tournament. Banners fly from every roof, chattering squires and servants tug mounts this way and that. Some resemble horses with trailing antlers and four lidded eyes, others great flightless birds, and a third popular choice is a species of lanky winged dogs, albeit for the sake of fairness their wings are strapped loosely to their saddles. As a world ignorant of Void travel, you have all been given access to the dressing car’s voluminous stores. Dresses, chainmail, jerkins, or even a few suits of full plate… and plenty of hooded capes. Evil is afoot at the tournament, and you are to root it out.Team One
Courtiers and their adjutants have travelled from all corners of the planet to assemble for the tournament; the empress herself is said to be participating, and stakes are high. Your team has been tasked with determining the identity of the empress in the tourney, and the identity of her foes, so that Team Two can move in. To this end, you are to mingle with the court and, if necessary, break into personal quarters. Brief instruction in protocol will not be provided.Team Two
Once you know the identity of the Empress, you can move to defend her - you’re relatively sure she’s either the helmed hedge knight of the crested monlion, or the masked outrider with the seagoose crest and a mount with plumage of deepest blue. But you can’t be sure, and until you are, you’re to sign up for the tourney and look for troublemakers. The melee will be held in the afternoon, and tomorrow the individual lists. Mounts are available, as are a staggering number of weapons. Ideally, the final round would be a number of Voidtreckers, and the Empress. How to arrange that?Team Three
Team One is in the court. Team Two in the lists. And you, Team Three, are amongst the common folk. Rumours abound, the atmosphere is festive, and several events are open to ordinary citizens on the second day, including one bohort with a single wish of the Empress as the prize. No great problem, perhaps... if not for the tales of a younger brother, long lost, looking to usurp the throne. Unrest is stirring in the town behind the colourful stalls and laughing children, and it's up to you to determine where, and why.
had to do it (also manga too)
At least there's a bunch of nice people here, right off the bat.
But meandering into the library and spotting a familiar shorty totally pushed all her other priorities to the side. "Clef... Clef?!" She was a bit too loud, and a bit too energetic walk-running up to him. "How the heck did they kidnap you too?"
SO MUCH HAPPY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW!!!!
How many guilt ridden dreams had replayed their voices, their faces, to him over the years?
"Umi..." he breathed in shock, stunned for a moment. Then he stood and floated to eye level, holding his staff beside him. So much to say. So many many things he needed to tell her. All three of them.
But none more than this.
He bowed deeply. "I am truly sorry," he said quietly and with all sincerity.
I haven't done... much with her in a bit...
And then he turned and rose up and apologized? It took some of the wind out of her sails to see Clef so immediately apologetic.
Was he actually... apologizing for... the obviously? She took a few moments to gather herself. "...Clef. Is this..." She pursed her lips after trailing off.
Lol, he is just off 4 years CRAU
He took a deep breath.
"But come now, we have much to discuss if we are both here." His staff flew to hid hand and he drew his tomes into it. "There are quiet cars, where we might talk in peace."
Link... Link knew what happened between him and Zagato at the end. Knew he killed Zagato. But only someone who had been to Ceiphro could truly understand what that meant, the depth of what he had done. That he had not been wholly himself at the time excused nothing, given how close it had been to his actual desires. The fact that he never got to make peace... He needed to not keep what happened secret. Too much was lost, too many were hurt, due to secrets.
But also if she was here, then he needed to hear the words for himself, that Emuraude was free. Was safe. That Ceiphro was restored. He would then do what it took to make amends with the three young women he had wronged.
He would fix what he could fix. And then one day he would take his son to Ceiphro. And Zelda. Let the princesses meet. Let Presea blister his ears for introducing Ferio to one so like him... It would be worth it. To see his world whole and his son and Zelda happy.
just a little while XD
But before all that, she took a deep breath. "No one was in a good situation. It would be hard not to do the same in your circumstances." Maybe now that she knew better but even that was no assurance.
She was almost about to try to hold his hand or hug him for further comfort, but he seemed to want to get on with things. Umi blinked, and then found herself blinking away the beginnings of tears and shook her head a little. "It sounds like you have a lot more to lay on me."
Re: just a little while XD
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