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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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A long sip of cocoa now. She's...not going to touch the subject of her husband. They've clearly got something working that's hard for other people to understand. Lord knows, Cassie knows something about parents with weirdly functional marriages.
"Anyway, luckily Trunks doesn't have more guts than brains, as great a fighter as he is. I've known more than a few of those guys in the Army."
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"He's too humble, in that part of the timeline. For everything he's made it through." Far too eager to toss off any compliments for himself though he's so quick to offer them to others. Fast to idolize his father when Vegeta tended to be a complete ass in those times.. that kind of thing. It must've been a hell of a whiplash when he'd come back again to see them living happily and Vegeta significantly more calm than before.
Bulma does cut her eyes at the implication that Trunks has more guts than brains, huffing a little laugh.
"In that you may give him only a little too much credit. He is the son of the prince of all saiyans, and he gets it pretty honestly from time to time. If he didn't have my brains in there it would be full on."
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"Yeah, I don't know how the hell I did it, but hey. I guess I did decide at some point it was Trunks and I against the world. Just didn't need to be so damn literal." Granted, the future her and Trunks had also had Gohan around, and she's sure that a part of what he became was in large part thanks to the other half-saiyan being there to help and teach him.
Not that any iteration of Trunks had ever been a troublesome child, but you know. Boy to man stuff. Saiyan things that Bulma would never be able to fully understand.
"He's a very good kid. Imagine being his mom and figuring it out after you've already met him once." Bulma laughs at the memory, wondering what the hell Trunks must've been thinking at the time. "He looks like my dad, too. But I wasn't really thinking of that at the time."
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She pauses, nearing the bottom of her hot chocolate already.
"He did mention he traveled back to before you'd had him. And, uh..."
Her eyes widen slightly as the details he'd described of that meeting come flooding back to her. As do a couple of scenes from Back to the Future.
"...uh, yeah, I bet that was...interesting."
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"So you two can commiserate on that." She's seeing the connections here, bit by bit. Trunks may be an adult, but Bulma's still not going to back off of making sure her son was going to be in good shape through all of this, and with Cassie.
Her kids may be capable of being super saiyans and the lot, but Bulma's no slump herself if she says so herself.
"I've never felt so much like an idiot in my life." Bulma bursts in to laughter thinking about Piccolo telling her that the Trunks she was holding and the young boy that had saved her were, essentially, the same person.
"He looks like my dad with Vegeta's permanent pissed off eyebrows and I can't believe I didn't connect two purple-haired kids in a heartbeat. Not to mention "super saiyan from the future."" Who the hell else would be able to produce a kid with purple hair or had a connection with a saiyan in their world? It was so obvious it was almost ridiculous to her now. "Oh well. I can probably healthily say I'm the only woman in the world who has watched her son pull his own hair."
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She smirks a little.
"To be fair to you, I don't think most people's brains are wired to jump to that kind of conclusion. I mean, time travel isn't something most people deal with."
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"With everything I've seen and found to be possible? It shouldn't be." Bulma laughs a little at the thought but then shrugs. She's seen people fly, people's hair change color and stand on end, people be able to jump from planet to planet, traveled through space and time now herself...
If she hadn't run in to Goku her life would've been so much more boring.
"And if there's anyone who could do it, it's me, so." So humble, Bulma.
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"Oh, if an alien can drop out of space and threaten my planet a couple of times over, or if I can have a Destroyer as my babysitter? There's nothing I don't want to believe." Bulma can't help the laugh at thinking of Beerus as a babysitter, and surely he'd be pissed to hear her say it.. but is it far off?
"Anyway, time travel is the least of our worries these days. It'll get me in trouble but oh well."
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