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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.
could it possibly be anyone else
[ This girl is pretty smart. Bakura can definitely see where she's coming from with the taboo thing, so as sources go.... ]
Why not. Skip the card game, though. I know about that.
[ Assuming there is anything of note besides the card game. Despite its pitiful dwindling of a sacred (profane) rite, everyone who's told her about the future still seems to think the sun rises and sets on the damn thing for some reason. ]
of course not
[She tilts her head in confusion.]
Do you mean tarot, or...
indeed.
[ she lets her tone compensate for the fact she doesn't know what air quotes are
besides, she can still make other dismissive gestures ]
Decks, life points, spells and traps. You can skip that whole thing. I know all about it.
More than the players......
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[She inclines her head.]
But, then... Let's speak of your homeland, of Egypt. The capital, Cairo, is a beautiful city along the Nile, in northern Egypt. The pyramids remain, but they are no longer the tallest structures. Now, there are tall mosques, places of worship for a religion you do not yet know.
[Or at least, she assumes. But she's guessing Islam hasn't made it to Egypt in her time, yet, on account of the. clothes.]
Buildings of steel tower into the sky, with hotels- lodgings for travelers- and centrals of commerce. There are places where the buildings are so packed together, rising so high, that no matter which direction you look, you will not see a single grain of sand.
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[ And yet - wouldn't such a scene also be rife for opportunity? More available to be seen is more available to be stolen....
Bakura is totally figuring out how she would rob an enormous building now and no one can stop her. She has one thing she does, and she is good at it. ]
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But I have seen the pictures. And I know what the advancements humanity has made are. Now, people can freely adjust the temperature inside their homes as they please. Death from the sun is almost a thing of the past. Lights are shone around even at night, in all the colors of the rainbow.
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[ She's learned about fridges. People do that with their whole house? No death from heat exposure would have come in handy a few times in her life. And, while she prefers the night remain dark for practicality, far be it from her to find colors distasteful - the gaudier the better, really.
Really, what is this lady saying except man fought God and man won. ]
Who rules this Paradise?
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No one single person.
There is the President, the highest authority, but there is also the Parliament. Both the President and the Parliament have the right to dismiss the other, so they have to play nice. Furthermore, the President is elected by the people, through votes. It's become a republic.
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[ That's harder to believe than not dying of sunstroke! Next you'll tell her that said President and Parliament don't conduct arcane rituals with the inhabitants of obscure corners of their territory and still come out smelling like lotus!
This requires additional contemplation. Bakura puts a hand to her chin. ]
So the kingdom fell. No Pharaoh sits upon the throne.......or King of any kind.
[ She bites her thumbnail as she thinks, because she can. ]
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[She furrows her brows.]
It was within the last century, I remember that much. I apologize for not being more detailed... I studied folklore and literature over history.
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[ Bakura smirks. If she's following the context, "what really happened" vs "what people said happened" have split....formally, anyway. ]
I've studied truth and lies, too. Future me could be a scribe!
[ A short laugh, spitting out the nail she's just chewed off. ]
Nah. I'd still be a thief.
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[oh god damn it does she have to teach you morality too]
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Somehow, she gives the impression of looking through her. Looking at more than her body.]
Not at all. But a thief would only reveal themselves as a thief if they stood to gain something from it. Is it a distraction? Manipulation? Or...
new hobby: finding ways to stick "ore-sama" into english
in a hot way. And she's even gonna play RHETORIC with Bakura!This day keeps getting better. ]
You're thinkin' of a normal thief. I'm the King of Thieves, the mighty Bakura! I can declare myself and still get what I'm after every time!!
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She's looking at Bakura much the same way she looks at misbehaving children in her store.]
Many have claimed that title in the past, Miss Bakura. Do you know how many of them ever got a happy ending?
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[ HAH! ]
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[JUST, INSTANTLY.]
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[ there was a point to this conversation at one time
but behold! bakura is so mighty
that she has STOLEN it! ]
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She... laughs. It's a surprised laugh, taking mirth in the joke Bakura unknowingly told.]
You would find that difficult.
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[ You know what's fun? Looming over people. Bakura thinks she shall attempt that now.
She doesn't even dislike this girl! But she wants to know what the joke was about! ]
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But she somehow, doesn't seem to be afraid.]
If I may be blunt, Miss Bakura, you simply do not have the power. If you did, you would already have done so.
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[ Bakura leers, bending closer, closer......
THEN PIVOTS AND HEADS FOR THE CROC CAR, SOMEHOW MANAGING TO SWISH A HOODIE BEHIND HERSELF! DIDN'T EXPECT THAT TWIST, HUH?!
FOLLOW HER! ]
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The future is not set in stone. It is not that the future is immutable... Simply that you lack that power. As you are now, anyway.
[She's not following. She's not even speaking loudly, but somehow, she's certain Bakura can hear her anyway.
What kind of story would it be if Bakura missed those words, after all?]
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Then she smirks, thin and bitter. And says what she says, in words and actions, to everyone who discounts the King of Thieves. ]
Try me.
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