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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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[ His wife is very spoiled, and has been her entire life... but he also chose her, so clearly there's no problem with that, right?
Which is why she grins as he arches a brow at her, challenging him to tell her 'no' or anything akin to 'no' in that single movement. She knows Vegeta is bad at that, so it's ultimately just a challenge to see how long he can pretend to tell her no.
Or at least that's what she's telling herself anyway. ]
I don't have to do anything if it's going to be crummy.
Go on, open it.
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However, he was doing this, easily tearing open the top flaps of the box and peering in to see what was inside.
Before very, very quickly closing it up again, a blush rapidly spreading over his face. Not even that slight blush that happened now and then she decided to be a pain and get cutesy with him around others, but one much brighter red than that. Just... What?!]
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Yes, of course you do. [ Happy wife = happy life. She's sure Vegeta's learned that over the years that they've been together, and fairly quickly when it came to Bulma.
She waits patiently while he opens his gift, at least at first. The moment Vegeta's blushing and shutting the box again, though? Bulma is on him like a plague, reaching for the box to try and pull it open herself, rudely of course, looking way too gleeful about it too. ]
Oh no, you're going to show me now, Vegeta!
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Show! Me! [ She's straight up demanding now, half climbing him because she knows that it won't hurt, and he's strong enough to hold her up many times over by now. There's no way she's ever going to yank the box out of his arms, and she knows it, but that doesn't mean she's not going to try.
... Or whine when she doesn't succeed. ]
Vegetaaaa! Come onnnn!
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This wasn't going to end well, he knows it. Either the box will break and what's inside will be exposed to anyone who may be around, or she's going to hurt herself trying to fight against him. Whatever way it went it will either be horribly embarrassing, or she will be angry at him. Ughhh.]
Stop! Just, stop. [There's less fight in his stance now, though still holding onto it so she can't get into it and pull out what's inside.] It's... [His voice dropping down to a quieter tone.] It's something we have at home. In the box. [Please don't make him say it, Bulma. Not so out in the open.]
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Tell me! [ Demanding? No. Never! Just when it's Vegeta, honestly.
She laughs when he tells her to stop, even though she really shouldn't, but at the very least her dogged attempt to figure out what's in the box slows down. Instead, she's just trying to.. you know. Be sneaky and wheedle her way into the box instead.
Very covert. ]
There's a lot of things at home. [ Still trying to get her hands in there. They're small, eventually, she'll beat out the sheer force of Vegeta's muscles with her force of will, right? ] You're gonna have to clarify there, Vegeta.
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During this Vegeta has also put his hand over the flap of the box itself, palm down so short of her ripping it she won't be able to get it open, even if she manages to get a finger or two under the lip to try and pull the corner up. If she's going to do this to him, then he's has to get her back in some way.] The one under our bed. [His tone still quiet, but also through gritted teeth, knowing she is playing him and doing this on purpose even if she hasn't fully guessed. She loved to tease him.
Horrible woman.]
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Not as bad as you. [ For not telling her what's in there, obviously. If he's blushing it has to be something good, so far as she can tell.
She's still whining as he won't let her get more than a finger or two under the lip of the box, as if her whining and cajoling will eventually let her win. .. Which.. it will, but that's not the point.
The point is? Bulma's immediately wheezing with laughter as he finally admits what it is, releasing her hold on the box but not on her husband, but almost doubling over nonetheless. ]
Really?!
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[ Bulma's practically on the ground now, still holding on to Vegeta, still laughing her head off. She may well suffocate at this rate, occasionally reaching up to take a tear away from her eye.
Of course he would be this embarrassed about it. Of course.
Though she has to ask - ]
Is this as bad as Goku finding them or.. ?
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Recovering enough so he could lower his hand, Vegeta looked down to his half collapsed wife, clearly having far too much fun with this.] Are you done? [Then the slightest tug at the corner of his mouth, remembering that this was only half of the task.] It's your turn.
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Okay, once we can get our hands on one I will. [ If it makes Vegeta feel better... fine. She'll put a lock on this one. No need to have one of the kids find it or anything, after all.
Bulma gathers herself up a little bit and picks herself up to settle next to her husband, though her present is still, pointedly, abandoned on the floor where she'd dumped it when she had come over to harass Vegeta. ][ Another raise of eyebrow, as if saying she could continue on if he wanted her to. You know, carry on about the cuffs, whatever it took. ] Yeah, I guess. Or we could just put your present to good use, right?
[ Avoiding. ]
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A nice offer Bulma, but he needs to regain some pride after her laughing at him. Fair's fair and its her turn to deal with whatever was in her gift.]
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Not letting up today, huh? [ Bulma's not surprised, really. She expects nothing less out of her hard-headed husband. Anyway, the package is rather light, and so she settles it in her lap and sets to work unwrapping and then opening the box.
The item is carefully wrapped in tissue paper as well, though Bulma knows what it is from the moment it settles in her hand, a little smile settling on her face. ]
Vegeta, look. [ Hi, Vegeta. Here's a scanner in her hand, though after a moment, Bulma frowns. ]
This isn't the one I had at home, actually. I thought it was, but that one has a green lens...
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However whatever sulking he was doing was pushed aside at her reaction, looking in to see what she got and, huh, look at that. He quietly examined it as she held it up, knowing what she was comparing it too, having seen it in her pile of old relics that were mostly useless now days. It certainly wasn't Raditz' scouter, and a careful glance over it actually surprised him a little.] It's mine, from when I first came to Earth, the one I crushed. [Raising a hand to point out a particular spot near the back of it, barely visible.] That's from a gunshot from another planet we conquered.
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We'd figure it out. We have before. [ Of course. The both of them are hard-headed and when they wanted something, there was no stopping either of them. Mark her words, she'd find a way, even on this crowded train with very few places to tuck in to.
Bulma keeps old things, failed ideas, as parts resources, or just reminders of things. Ideas that hadn't quite worked the first time could be reworked into something useful later if she played her cards right. Either way, this one isn't the green-lens scouter she'd had before.
Though she does smile as Vegeta says it's his, happy to have something of his even if it's not necessarily a good memory in some ways. ]
Well, I was gonna say I could part scavenge off of it if need be, but it looks like I'm just keeping it then. Get that Badman shirt and I could just make a little memory box for you of your 'attempting to stay bad' phase.
[ At least her teasing is still good-natured, right? Despite all of the mess involved with Vegeta in that part of their relationship? ]
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The Vegeta from then would never had even considered having the life he had now.
...but he still should had won! And he lost his tail over it!
He sneered a little at her comment about 'staying bad', half tempted to grumble a bit he could still be but, well.] That's in the past, it doesn't matter. [He had moved on and was still trying to make up for what he had done, trying to improve himself. He wasn't a destroyer anymore.]
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Yeah, but if you had, I don't even want to think where we would be. [ More than likely nowhere, if she's honest with herself. Vegeta no doubt would've blown the planet up, and she can't exactly marry him or have kids if she's dead, right?
Still, she nods as he says it's in the past, happy to agree. ]
You're right. And I'm glad it is. I did get the prince in the end after all.
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And as sweet as her last comment was, it didn't address the real issue.] How come you're gift is not as embarrassing as mine?! [All this fuss she was going on about what her gift may be, and he's the one who got something that was super private and should not had been a gift!]
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I don't know. Maybe because it's so easy to embarrass you? [ Bulma asks with that little shit eating grin she always gets when she's winning or something like winning. Bulma is, of course, even want to have a win over Vegeta since he has to go about saving the planet, and all.
Still, she reaches up to card her fingers through his hair for a moment, moving to stand. ]
Oh well. it should have some useful parts for us, anyway.