Test Drive Meme 023

[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!

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.

Comments

[avatar_state]

[That provokes a confused look.]

Oh, um, no, I'm not exactly musical. And why would a flute...work?

[writerkick]

Ah, well... [She shrugs, sheepishly.] This place is deeply related to the fairies, isn't it? So I thought, maybe, recreating a fairy tale might help.

Have you never heard of the Pied Piper of Hamelin?

[avatar_state]

Umm.

[She looks a bit off-put, which given her strength and abilities might seem...incongruous. But she hates just not knowing what people are talking about.]

Unless you're talking about the kind of pie you eat, I don't know any of those words. Well, 'of', of course.

[writerkick]

[She smiles at Korra, and reaches behind her, pulling out... a book? Large, leather, embossed in gold. If Korra's paying close attention, Kotoha didn't really... have a place she could have possibly been holding that. But don't worry about it.

She flips through the book, to a specific bookmark.]

It's a famous fairy tale from long ago, about a greedy mayor and a town learning to always pay what it owes. Would you like to hear it?

[avatar_state]

[She's pointing, vaguely, with furrowed brows, when she starts reading, distracting her.]

Umm...sure. Do we have time?

[writerkick]

Of course. It's a rule of storytelling. Once you begin to tell a story, you will always be allowed to finish it.

[It's... said like it's a joke. But it's definitely a cryptic one- Something she and only she can find funny. Sorry, Korra?]

[avatar_state]

Oh, I didn't know that.

[As she takes it completely seriously. She sits on the pillar she made earlier, crossing her legs.]

[writerkick]

Many people don't. But once upon a time, a clever woman used that to save her life, every night.

[She laughs, and begins to read.]

Once upon a time, there was a town called Hamelin. Hamelin was a prosperous town. It was a port town on the river Weser.

[Kotoha continues to read. And... She's remarkably good at it? She has that kind of comforting voice, someone who is used to reading to small children. And, true to her word, nothing seems to happen while she's reading the story.

It's easy to lose track of the time while listening to her read, though...]

... But they never forgot the Pied Piper, and they always paid their debts in full and on time.

[Kotoha's reading has also seemed to attract a small audience... of the sprites they're trying to catch.]

[avatar_state]

[And she just listened, spellbound. If it was meant to be unusual, that passed clean by. But then again, she'd grown up with stories - told around the fire by her family.]

[It's only after that she looks around, and says nothing - because clearly, clearly a spell has been woven here.]

[writerkick]

[Spells, stories... Is there really a difference? Kotoha would say no, but then, Kotoha has a slightly different perspective than most.

But she smiles gently, to Korra.]

This isn't how I expected to gather them up, but it seems to have worked nevertheless... Would you mind using those talents of yours to ensure they don't escape?

[avatar_state]

[There were times, assuredly, when the two were one and the same - and who's to say that stories aren't still?]

[She nods, and moves her arms in a slow circle, rising to her feet in a graceful movement, and stirring the air around the sprites, creating a wall of gentle air current around them, stirring up dirt - just enough to keep them herded, and nowhere near enough to hurt.]

[writerkick]

... An impressive ability.

[She watches, just as fascinated as before.]

I'm a bit jealous, even. Such a power would make it much easier to keep the children from climbing on the bookshelves.

[Kotoha. She sees the Avatar's power and her power fantasy is being able to better herd children.]

[avatar_state]

[She does smirk a little at that. It really is an unusual observation, but today is that sort of thing, isn't it?]

Pretty sure that's what my mentor Tenzin had to do with his kids. So, how do you want to gather them all up?

[writerkick]

Were you among those kids?

[Listen, she's seen people having to handle unruly students before.]

... Ah. I hadn't thought of that... A sack feels kind of cruel. Could you perhaps herd them after us?

[avatar_state]

[That much provokes a gentle smile.]

Not by blood, but...he's definitely a second father, now. We've been through enough, certainly.

[And she looks down at them, rubbing the back of her neck.]

...Maybe?