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voidtreckerooc2020-12-16 06:00 am
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Test Drive Meme 019
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.
Happy testing!
Winter Wonderland
Experienced Voidtreckers will be the first to recognise when the announcement of a stop comes over the speakers: “Arriving at world 9126110 in ten, nine, eight…”
The doors don’t open, the train doesn’t stop. Instead, it slows, and the garden carriage opens its curved, clear roof as though it were a convertible, both sides folding back until the carriage is open to the air. The world is a picture of snow-covered mountains and sparse conifers, and within minutes the garden’s fountain and streams have iced over, soft snow coating the cobbles and benches.
The stop lasts all day, the vending machines dispense free hot chocolate, and the dressing carriage is filled with thick coats, wooly hats, and warm gloves.
Void Santa Is Coming To Town
It’s a day like any other, except that the morning announcement has a rider.
“There are packages in the luggage car for all passengers. Enjoy. ”
And indeed, it seems that something has visited during the night - the carriage at the back of the train is unusually neat, the piles of empty luggage stacked carefully near the back to make room for a huge array of wrapped objects. Void Santa, maybe? The difference between Void Santa and, say, one of the many Earth Santas or the Gyueran Spirit of Generosity, is that Void Santa doesn’t give you what you asked for.
It gives you something you wouldn’t have dared to ask for. That nerdy figurine that you eyed in the window of the store, the dress you weren’t brave enough to try on, the device you decided was too expensive. The poster of your favourite holostar, the latest risque novel from the local printworks… the list goes on.
You’ve got a present in here, better find it before someone else does!
Animal at Heart
Seibairen, world #671155003, is a world of dualities. Technologically advanced but also deeply mystical, its population is currently suffering under the rule of a nameless arcanist, a genius of artificial intelligence and magecraft who seeks to elevate her own mechanical brethren above their biological creators. Unfortunately, she is far too powerful to face directly.
Team One
The arcanist holding the world of Seibairen in thrall is particularly skilled with polymorph spells, and her first move as the Voidtreckers enter the conflict is to cast one over a wide area, transforming almost half of the force into various animals. The spell seems to be mildly incompatible with void-travellers, as those affected have turned into creatures from their homeworlds, if possible, rather than the local wildlife. The fight is still on, no time to panic!
… Or maybe some time to panic, it’s looking permanent for now. Still, the civilians need the Voidtreckers’ protection, animal or not, and it isn’t like they’ve lost any of their abilities.Team Two
The monks of the deep peaks, trained in anti-magic combat and able to counter the arcanist and her forces, are the best hope for turning the tides. Unfortunately, their remote stronghold is blockaded the moment the Voidtreckers arrive, trapping them under a shield of pale metal and harsh light. There are several ways they and the unlucky early Voidtreckers might be freed: the power sources of the barrier, held in the centre of the arcanist’s camps, could be destroyed or sabotaged. Alternatively, the barrier could be overloaded or even broken from the inside by an ancient artefact held within the inner temple. The monks are able to guide the Voidtreckers through a telepathic metaconcert, but hurry, time is running out...Team Three
A thaumatologist somewhere within the capital is rumoured to be able to reverse the arcanist’s strange spells, which would give the Voidtreckers a fighting chance against her directly. Several different people are claiming to be this thaumatologist, and they all have a list of ingredients they’ll need for the protective ritual and/or devices they’re offering.
At least one of them is sure to work, but there’s going to be some experimenting before that happens. Alternatively, force would find the correct researcher fairly quickly, but it would also attract attention.
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[ Koumyou's certain he hasn't met this guy before, so that means... ]
We must be from the same world!
[ Tormenting Zechs entirely forgotten (for now), the priest invites himself to slide into the seat across the table from Gojyo. ]
No one else has known what I am just from looking. What region are you from?
[ Somewhere within Shangri-La, surely, as the Sanzos all tended to stay within it, for the most part. But as Gojyo well knew, it was a truly massive land. ]
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"China. Ah, Chang’an t'be specific. You?"
[He fidgets slightly, not entirely certain how to act around this Sanzo. So far they'd all proven to be two things: nothing like each other and very eccentric.]
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[ Koumyou folds his hands together on the table, leaning forward a little. ]
Ohh, same actually! Well, not specific to Chang'an, but within acceptable traveling distance. I was based out of a little temple way up in the mountains, by the name of Kinzan. It's not even on most maps!
[ Especially in Gojyo's time, as it was burned down shortly after Koumyou's death. But he doesn't know that. ]
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"Huh....why does that sound sorta familiar?" [Only vaguely though- maybe Sanzo mentioned it before?]
"Weird that we never met then. You'd think San- our Sanzo- would've said something."
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[ There's two distinct possibilities that come to Koumyou's mind, because there's only two other Sanzos he knows of who have set foot in the region in his lifetime.
Ukoku, and... ]
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[Oh wait- he probably wants to know his Sanzo's name. Right.]
"Uh, Genjo Sanzo, that is."
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Genjo...
[ The name he'd given his son with his dying breath.
The next words out of Koumyou come in a rush, the priest leaning forward over his hands on the table. ]
Please tell me about him! Is he okay? I'm so glad he has someone looking out for him-- I--
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"Whoa, whoa- did you know him? Yeah, he's okay. The guy's tough as nails, I wouldn't worry. He's a pain in the ass, but. You know.."
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So he hasn't lost himself, good.
[ A beat. ]
I know he's strong, but I still worried. [ And always will, because-- ] He-- he's my son.
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[Gojyo stares at him, every single mention of Sanzo's childhood playing in his head. There aren't many- none of them particularly like to talk about that subject- but there are enough.
Enough for him to finally figure out who this is.]
Wh... You're Koumyou Sanzo? But you're- You're dead?
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[ Koumyou Sanzo, or dead? Yes. ]
That is, I definitely died back on our world, but then I appeared... here? With none of the wounds that felled me.
[ But this brings up another thing-- ]
How long has it been? Ko-- Genjo was thirteen when I last... saw him.
[ And died gruesomely in front of him. ]
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"Thirteen? He's uh... probably twenty-four now? Though he acts like he's eighty." [The last part is mumbled.]
"So I guess. Eleven years."
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[ So you're probably safe, Gojyo. Probably.
But... eleven years? That's almost double -- Kouryuu's had almost as long without Koumyou as he had been there for! ]
...
[ Just gonna... just gonna process that for a minute, here. ]
...He always acted like an old man, even when he was a toddler.
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[He can't help but snicker.] "Seriously? Oh man, I believe that. A baldy from birth!"
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[ Time to be embarrassing! It sure beats being sad. That'll come later, in private. ]
And he scolded everyone over everything. Even me!
pretend this is a laughing icon
[Gojyo pulls on the skin on either side of each eye to demonstrate, still snickering.]
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[ Gojyo, he's not going to make fun of his kid! Gush about him, sure, but-- ]
Why, is something wrong with droopy eyes? They're supposed to be a sign of empathy, you know!