Test Drive Meme 021

[voidtreckermods]

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!

Spring Cleaning

Chores aren’t for everyone. And, as the morning reaches a close, it turns out that they are especially not for wizards.

That is to say, someone may have cast a spell animating all of the mops, brooms and dishcloths on-board, which are now sweeping their way up and down the carriages, cleaning everything - and everyone - they can reach. And animating anything else they can find, for maximum efficiency. Books, clothing, cutlery-

This isn’t so bad in the bathrooms. In the library, however? The armory? Bang, and the dirt is gone.

Open Mic

The ground floor of the music carriage is usually a mess of instruments, but tonight they’ve all been tucked away neatly at one end of the room. Chairs from the upper floor have been carried down en masse, all facing towards the jukeboxes and screens at the other end.

You might not be entirely sure who rigged them for karaoke, but you know one thing: you’re here now, a drink in one hand and a list of popular (by someone’s standards) songs in the other. If people aren’t singing or waiting to sing, they’re cheering friends on, or skulking and trying everything in their power not to be called up, or even escaping upstairs to talk more comfortably.

’Til Death Do Us Part

The world of Abarranz is ruled by the Undying Lords, and has been for almost two thousand years. The civilisation has stagnated - not only due to the immortal council, but also because the majority of its citizens are undead. Some, the rich, the powerful, are able to undergo great rituals to maintain their consciousness and skill even in death; others are unfortunate enough to be dragged into death with neither, and exist as shells of themselves. The greatest necromancers of the planet are harnessing the death of a minor star in the system to fuel a mass conversion of the remaining populace, but the remaining living citizens are those who have already refused the change. Voidtreckers, they cannot resist alone.

Team One

Pockets of the living survive in hiding, but are split off from one another and unable to unify under the overwhelming forces surrounding their enclaves. This first team is tasked with clearing the mindless hordes threatening them, so that they might establish communications, venture out, and join the fight.

Team Two

The best way to escape the ritual is to remove the remaining living to another colony in the system - but the rituals and spells able to do so are all jealously guarded by the eternal council in their libraries and vaults. A viable target has been identified - the treasure rooms of the Viscount Eldermann holds a tome rumoured to contain a mass teleportation ritual. Infiltrating and securing this tome is this team’s task, and while the mission is possible, the traps and guards won’t make it easy.

Team Three

Even with these plans in motion, every second counts. This third team is given the role of saboteur - to interrupt, delay or otherwise slow the Grand Ritual of a Star’s Demise from within the stronghold of the Undying Lords. The dressing carriage - and their SCA wristbands - are at their disposal, the former for appropriate Abarranz costume and pallor, the latter to hide the telltale signs of life, should they have any.

Comments

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[redmeguca]

...What. The hell.

[Kyoko had gotten up for a midnight snack, you know, as one does. Keystone Station had done a lot to ward her against weirdness, but this was a new one even for her. Momo's pretty confused too, since this girl looks just like her trainer and smells close enough that only a Growlithe like her would be able to tell the difference.]

Alright. If you look like me, your magic feels like me, and you eat like me, you're probably not some horrific abomination looking to destroy me and everything I love. That does mean you probably are me though, which is arguably worse.

[wishalone]

[... What?

Hearing her own voice is absolutely eerie. And turning her head to see... herself... with some kind of giant orange dog is even weirder. Kyoko's eyes narrow and her chewing slows, though she doesn't stop slorping down the slice of cheese she was in the middle of eating.

The double is right, though: her magic feels the same. Or... almost.]

Right, [she says, very slowly, once her mouth is free of cheese.] This is some kind of prank, right?

[Unlikely. Faking someone else's magic like this... well. She'd say it shouldn't be possible, but nothing about this place should be possible. Which means it's possible that's really... another her. For real. But she's still processing, and denial is easier.]

[redmeguca]

God, I wish it was. That'd be so much simpler. Look, I'll just save us both some time and say something that only two people and Kyubey would know: The axe was it's real body.

dreamwidth did not save enough of my annoyed icons rip

[wishalone]

[Kyoko's eyes widen... and then narrow again. Somehow, something that was supposed to make her less suspicious is only making her more suspicious.]

What, that's supposed to make me believe you or something?

[redmeguca]

Ugh, I don't know! I could spit out little facts all I want, but that doesn't prove I'm not some kinda mind reader, right? Of all the people to run into in the dead of night, why'd it have to be me? I can barely stand myself on the best of days.

[Momo the Growlithe whines at that, crawling up from the hoodie to on top of Kyoko's head.]

[wishalone]

[That, more than anything else, is what really convinces her.

(Still, though... She said it out loud. Kyoko can't say it doesn't sting to hear it, though she wouldn't be able to say why.)

Kyoko backs out of the fridge and nudges the door shut with her foot. With another hand... She tosses the other her a pudding cup.]

Yeah, well, maybe I'll take it easy on you. [And leave.] I'm done here, anyway.

[She doesn't know what to do with this... weird bullshit.]

[redmeguca]

[She snatches the pudding out of the air effortlessly, looking back at the other her as she leaves.]

...Her name is Momo, by the way.

[Momo gives a short bark at her name being said. She's still a bit confused, though.]

[wishalone]

[...

Kyoko stops dead in her tracks.

It takes her a moment to realize she's gritting her teeth so hard it hurts.]

You gave her name... to a dog?

[She's not sure that's the real reason why she's pissed, if she's entirely honest with herself. But they're the first words out of her mouth.]

[redmeguca]

She's way more than just a dog! I raised her myself, she's just as much family to me as our sister is. Giving her Momo's name was in her memory!

[The aggression from her trainer is enough to dispel Momo's confusion. She starts growling at the other Kyoko, small embers escaping her mouth.]

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[wishalone]

["Our" sister.

The growling, the fire.

Kyoko slams the carriage door open with more force than she originally intended, hard enough it bounces and slides partially closed again.]

Keep that thing away from me.

[redmeguca]

Damn right I will. I don't deserve her, so you sure as hell don't. Just one warning though: if you so much as rub her fur the wrong way... Well, I already tried to kill myself once, and I won't hesitate to do it again.