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

[shitcopper]

"A random stranger? Moi? No no no, I'm Caster, you understand? I'm no stranger! And definitely not a random one." Also not human! Though that was an easier mistake to make, since she was human in life and still looked the part.

"And I came over here to see how I could help you."

[sirentologist]

"Charmed, I'm sure." She's not, and her tone is completely flat when she says it. Can no one see that she's busy? She is certainly a random stranger, even if she denies it.

"Well, to begin with you can help me by leaving me alone."

[shitcopper]

Oh, ohhh. Oh one of these types.

Yeah. She's used to these types. She can deal with this.

"Oh, sure, absolutely. I'll leave you alone to get killed horribly as soon as an enemy notices you over here."

Pause.

"How much is your solitude worth to you, though?"

[sirentologist]

"I am willing to take that risk." If it meant people would leave her alone, she'd gladly take it. Honestly, she should probably already be dead, not that she's not glad that she isn't, but it would be infinitely quieter.

"Are you finished?"

[shitcopper]

There's a dangerous glint in Caster's eye as she gives a mischievous grin. "You misunderstand. When I asked 'how much is it worth,' I meant literally. How much are you gonna pay me to leave you alone? Because otherwise I think I'm gonna hafta make sure I guard you allllllllll night to make sure you don't get hurt."

[sirentologist]

"Ah, yes. Vault Hunters to the very core." Not that she ever expected something for nothing anymore, but. Walking away is not that hard to do.

"Seeing as I am uncertain what currency you're expecting, I suppose I can offer you a tiny death machine to follow you around and vaporize...well, anything that annoys you, really."

[shitcopper]

You know, Caster had been hoping for a little more annoyance, but the amount of mana she was getting from this would suffice. And she couldn't say no to a tiny death machine.

"Done and done."

[sirentologist]

Oh thank god, it actually worked. She glances around at the pile of little robots milling around her and bends down and picks one up, handing it over.

"Here, take Alfred. Goodbye."