voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 023

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Test Drive Meme 023

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!

Dio's Legacy

In an alternate almost exactly like the one inhabited by the Voidtrecker Express, fate went another direction. Instead of the first addition to the train's structure being the games carriage, this train's passengers voted differently.

What makes them happy?

Crocodiles.

The Crocodile carriage isn't a misnomer. It's teeming with reptiles of various sizes, basking under sunlamps or floating lazily in the raised tank built across half of the available space. To be even better for morale, they're all perfectly tame, and unnervingly friendly; it's rare that a passenger is able to cross the carriage without being accosted by some crocodile or gharial looking for attention.

Harvest Void

The greenhouse is a surprisingly bright room, its vaulted ceiling made of a transparent, incredibly tough material that shows the light of the Void along the entire length of the room. The single metal support beam is bedecked in roses. The aisle of grass running through the centre of the carriage is riotous with strange plants and flowers, small stone paths leading off to this patch or that of vegetables or closely clustered fruit trees.

And all of them are laden with produce. Whether a stray spell or a particularly good mood from one of the resident forces of nature, every plant in the carriage has matured at once. Shrubs overflow with berries, rows of stalks groan under beans and tomatoes, apples threaten to fall from overhead branches at any moment.

You may not normally be a gardener, but today it's all hands on deck!

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts

The duchy of Yipre is one of several close-knit factions on one continent, known for both her expansive clockworks and strong links to the Fey. Central to the capital is the Clocktower, the palace home to both the Duchess Stomen and her court of scholars, diplomats and engineers. Home also to a key point in the Ley, where the mundane world and the Fey intersect just enough that one may cross from one to the other.

But the Clocktower is sundered, entire sections of iron and brass sheared away in a great earthquake, and neither world is faring well in the aftermath.

Team One

The gear sprites of the Clocktower are missing, running amok in the streets and squares of the duchy. They're tiny things, fluff, metal filings and dust made quicksilver-fast, with small, glowing eyes and bell-like voices. While normally they keep the machinery of their home running, they aren't nearly as talented with anything else, and are causing general chaos with all devices and machinery they run across. Find them, and herd them back to the Tower. Maybe get them out of the typewriter first.

Team Two

The gateway to the Fey realm is torn, and dreaming magic is spilling out from the Clocktower. Finding the Voidtreckers' minds fertile grounds for its taking, imagined creatures and realms are conjured forth from all kinds of worlds and all kinds of lives. There are many ways to combat these - play them through until the magic is satisfied, for example, or find the Voidtrecker whose mind is the source, and stop them dreaming. It's up to the Voidtreckers on this team to decide.

Team Three

The Clocktower isn't quite in ruins, but large sections are crumpled like tin foil. In other places, steam and magic spill out into the air in a chaotic mix, burning and twisting the air into glittering leaves or long ropes of thorn. And through this, those that called the palace home fight to free themselves from the wreckage. Courtiers, servants, engineers… and, somewhere, the Duchess herself. Help who you can, but find her.

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(Vasco won't be in his full piratey looking outfit, just his tricorn hat and he'll have his sword. Otherwise wearing the normal attire of the train. The hat really doesn't go well with the colorful hoodies, alas.)

DIO'S LEGACY:

It's a good thing before his time on the train that he'd spent a heavy amount of time landbound, because it's a little easier to handle now that he's been taken from the sea yet again. He doesn't enjoy it, but it's just his life apparently. Though this time he's without the friends he'd made back on the isle of Teer Fradee.

The closest he gets to the sea now is the strange carriage full of monsters, or would be considered monsters where he's from, but these are docile and friendly. Their maws of sharp teeth not for the passengers, but any treats that are brought to them. It's oddly enough become a place he visits daily, not for the company of the crocodiles, but for the water. It's not the sea, but it's better than nothing. Anyone passing through the carriage may find Vasco sitting at the edge of the water, probably with a couple crocodiles sunning nearby or nudging him for something to eat.

"Ah ah, enough now. I've already fed you." Vasco gives the snout of the crocodile a light shove, "Pester someone else you glutton."

HARVEST VOID:

All hands on deck? This isn't the deck Vasco is familiar with, but it seemed to be an "emergency" so here he was. There's buckets and baskets all over for people to grab and use to place any produce they've picked into, to which Vasco has commandeered one for that purpose.

If anything this is keeping him busy, picking apples as he is, but all these plants and trees and such? Terrible. He'll sigh heavily.

"Oh how I miss the ocean."

"Yeah?"

Kasuga was right there beside Vasco, reaching up to pick apples and then drop them gently into a nearby basket. He didn't seem to mind the manual labor in the least. He continued working even as he glanced over at Vasco to speak.

"You a, uh..." don't say pirate, don't say pirate, don't say pirate "...seaman?"

Whew, potential insult averted. But that hat sure did look pirate-y!

No doubt Kasuga wouldn't be the first to assume or call him a pirate if he had. Between the tattoos and the hat he had a "look". If he had his entire outfit he'd definitely be asked on the regular.

"Yes, though I fear destiny is trying to tell me something." Said drolly, "My feet are on land more than on the deck of a ship." Or train. A train isn't technically land, but it's not a ship either. Vasco didn't even know what a train was before this! They've not that advanced where he's from.

"Ah, that must be a bummer then. You sound like you really like to be on a ship. Too bad this is a train instead of a ship... that would be so much cooler."

And even if it wasn't on the water it would still be more familiar for Vasco. Oh well. They'd have to make due.

"The sea is my home more than the land ever will be." The deck of a ship more comfortable than trudging through trees and foliage could ever hope to be.

"Not to discredit the power and grandeur of the train. I'd never seen such a thing before this, it's..." He pauses as if to consider, admiring the apple he'd just plucked, "If we had such a thing back home it would surely change everything."

Kasuga nodded along like he understood. He might have in a small way, but really he didn't know the way of the sea. Still, a home was a home and being away from it for too long could bring longing. Thankfully for Kasuga, he was a little used to making due and changing up where he called home.

"Oh, yeah. Trains are great. They can travel pretty fast where I'm from, carrying people or supplies all over. This one takes the cake though--it looks like an old steam engine but one of those could never travel through space like this!"

Or rather the Void but to Kasuga it looked a lot like what he imagined space travel might be in the future.

"So, what's your world like then?" Color him curious now that Vasco brought it up.

"It would certainly make commerce much easier." Less carriages being attacked and stolen from, much more would be transported at one time. Sounded great for the land dwellers.

Vasco adds the apple to the basket he's got, plucks another.

"My world? Hpmh. Not long before I ended up here it was much like the worlds we've been sent to save. A strange illness slowly killing people, factions and guilds fighting over every little thing they could and war over a "new" land that was never ours." He shakes his head then looks to Kasuga.

"No one wanted to fix anything and if they did it was always someone else's problem to fix." Aka De Sardet's problem. Along with Vasco and their little band of friends.

"Thankfully a dear friend of mine happened to have a brain between his eyes, unlike most. Much has been set right, or at the very least is getting there." Though all of this might not been what Kasuga meant when he asked about his world. Shrugs.

All hands on deck! Sizhui is happily amongst the people gathering the harvest and mentally taking notes as to what recipes needed which vegetables and fruits. He's up in the tree, picking at apples too when he hears a voice say that they miss the ocean. So his head pokes out from the thick branches.

"The ocean?"

A voice speaks to him from the branches of the tree and Vasco peers up from under his hat.

"Yes?" Vasco's tone is slightly condescending. Is this young man insinuating he doesn't know what the ocean is?

"Please tell me you know what that is."

He gives a soft chuckle, stretching out on a branch and looking down at the stranger with a curious look in his eyes. He takes in the markings on his face, further stoking the curiosity within him.

"I do. I just...haven't seen it yet. I've not traveled that far east. I've heard it's beautiful. Did you live by it?"

~~He's surrounded by filthy landlubbers!~~

Vasco supposed he'd forgive the boy for not living close to any large body of water. Probably not his choice.

"On it matter of fact. On a grand ship, The Seahorse." Grand us maybe over stating and he's definitely bias as it's his ship, but shhh.

"The sea is beautiful, but dangerous if one does not take it seriously, yet there is no place I'd rather be."

He lights up when he speaks about living on a grand ship. He perks up, rattling the branch a little bit.

"Have you been on such a ship your whole life?" he asks. "What's it like to live on a ship like that?"

The boy is earning brownie points being so clearly interested. Vasco plucks a fruit from the tree he's in, nodding.

"Most of it, yes. I took my first steps on the deck of a ship, no doubt very unsteady ones." What with the sway of the ship. Vasco regards the apple in his hand before tossing it up to the young man.

"Living on a ship is many things. Exhilarating, frightening, humbling... never glamorous." If one wanted glamour they could marry into a rich merchant family.

"But glamour is not the way of the Nauts. We sail vast oceans and brave waters no others would dare try to. None can navigate them like us." Vasco says some what proudly.

He catches the apple and rubs it on the sleeve of his hoodie before taking a bite. Nothing wrong with a snack, right?

"What are the Nauts?" he asks after he's swallowed his bite. He cleans another apple and tosses it down to the man. "Besides sailors."

Vasco tilts his head a little up at the boy, brow quirked in amusement. Well, he's figured half of it out easily enough. Vasco pulls out a knife, he maybe commandeered it from the kitchen as his own, shhh, and starts to peel the apple, cutting a slice for himself.

"Besides sailors- we are the only way travel and commerce flourishes between countries. No others can cross the sea as we do." So basically if anyone pisses off the Nauts their economy would go straight down the shitter.

That's a familiar looking knife. Sizhui tilts his head and watches as the other skillfully peels and slices into the soft flesh.

"Ah so you encourage the safety of cargo back and forth between countries as well. Like security?"

Shhh, everyone needs a knife on them. For reasons. It's fine. Easier than trying to cut the apple with his sword.

"That's one way of looking at it." The boy isn't wrong, it's just a little more complicated than that. Tiring and boring logistics. Vasco cuts himself another slice of apple, then tips the point of the knife at Sizhui.

"What about you lad? You seem far too curious to be land locked."

He's undeterred by knife point, instead opting for staying where he is, comfortably perched in the tree.

"Do I? I've spent most of my life in mountains. Ah sometimes by rivers. But never truly have seen the ocean for myself."

Vasco cuts another slice of apple, shrugs.

"Perhaps if the fates will it, we'll both be lucky and get to see it soon. The worlds they bring us to have oceans after all." He'd give anything to just stand at the edge of one again. Of course he'd prefer to sail, but that would be dangerous, sailing unknown waters with no trained crew under him.

"Hm, mountains. That sounds decidedly... dry." No offense.

He snickers a little.

"Yes, it is rather...dry," he teases. "But the river that we travel along is decidedly not. Gusu is near the oceans. But we've never ventured down to the coast."

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Test Drive Meme 023

Dio's Legacy

Harvest Void

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

Vasco | Greedfall

Harvest Void. P.S. I love the journal pun.

Thank you lol I was shook it wasn't taken tbh

That's always a great feeling tho, nabbing one you thought would be unavailable

Dang skippy!

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