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voidtreckerooc2021-07-17 10:08 am
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Test Drive Meme 026
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!
Stand Back
The long-awaited laboratory carriage is a place of many delights. And by delights, we mean 'unsafe thaumo-scientific practices'. Whether the chemistry stores, the machine shop and its welding station, the magitech benches sat right next to the physics research area... or the panic showers.
A strange, earthy smell is coming from the biology room. Green smoke is curling under the door of chemistry. The machine shop is eerily quiet, and within a metre of the physics room, things appear to be levitating. At least one of the showers is running, but who knows which room the erstwhile scientist came from? Dare ye investigate?
Autobiography
The library carriage is normally a place of quiet, two storeys of shelves and comfy seating. The shelves are normally a little empty, filled only with what the Voidtreckers have bought themselves... but today, every shelf is filled.
Some books are normal - that one novel you'd been thinking of last week, or the tome of old family recipes you wistfully mentioned to your friend. The lower shelves are replete with activity books for small children, covering topics such as anatomy (for kids! non-human kids, mostly!), holiday activities for familiar and unfamiliar national holidays, and an unnerving number of sticker books that bodes ill for the walls of the train.
Others are larger, gilt or bound in strange covers. Like this one, coloured in a familiar hue, its spine reading only your name.
Fools' Gold
The Voidtrecker Express has landed on the world of Pamsar. More specifically, it has stopped, floating and untraceable, above the mountains holding the castle and surrounding town of the Pale Marquess's march.
It would have landed, but the forests and gardens of the march have petrified. Trees are sweeping spikes and clusters of sharp, smooth jade. Gemstone flowers dot the meadows and twine up walls and around window frames. Mosses have taken on the rough texture of granite. Beautiful as it is, it threatens the march's survival.
Team One
What were cultivated fields of grain are now rows upon rows of pure gold. Blinding, shimmering in the morning light coming over the mountains, but useless for the people of the Pale March. Panic is spreading. This team is tasked with protecting the granaries and food stores from panicked citizens.Team Two
When pressed, many people appear to know the source of their misfortune. Living at the frontier, the people of their march have grown envious of the palaces and styles of the inner kingdom, and their prayers the last year have been for wealth and prosperity above all else. A wandering deity granted these wishes, to the peoples' regret. This team is to locate the deity's temple in the outlands, and convince them to reverse the blessing. Or else find another of the outsider gods to repair the damage.Team Three
The forests across the march are now gorgeous, sharped prison bars for the people and creatures that live within them. This team must ingress into the jade woodlands, and rescue those trapped within. For some, a discovery is made: living blood shed on the petrified plants slowly dispels the effect.
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A year that this train has taken people. She tucks the pouch back into her rucksack and secures it. As Wei Ying lists the people she may know, she wonders if any of them are from her world. It doesn't seem likely. She hadn't heard of those people disappearing.
"Wen Ning?"
She presses her lips together. Wen Ning had been murdered along with the rest of Wen Remnants that horrible day. There's a very slight crease in her brow when she hears that Sect Leader Jiang is here as well.
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"Mm, he... things were complicated. Certain parties kept him bound and chained and under their control, with nails..." He waves a hand, not to dismiss it, but to not plunge into those details.
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Sect Leader Jiang who had launched Wei Wuxian off the cliff in the first place. At the injustice, she frowns deeply. Lan Wangji reminds herself that things might be different where she's from. Though this seems to be the better option for Young Master Wen. But Sizhui...She should tell Wei Ying about Sizhui. Though she suspects he already knows.
"Did he tell you about Sizhui?"
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"No, ah, it was Sizhui who did, once he remembered." Lan Zhan following it up with, I meant to, but finding the time... He shakes his head again, lifting his chin to use his hand to wave off whatever. "I was so happy learning A-Yuan hadn't..."
Died. Like the rest of his remaining relatives, but for Wen Ning.
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The line in her shoulders relaxes a little.
"Hadn't been alone," she supplements.
She knows what he wishes to say -- that his beloved child hadn't perished with the rest of the Wen Remnants. Lan Wangji smiles to herself a little.
"He never felt alone. Scared when his fever broke."
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"I can imagine," he says instead, voice soft. "It's scary at any age, not remembering what's happened, feeling unmoored from any sense of the past."
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"Glad that Wei Ying knows." She pauses before amending herself. "That this Wei Ying knows."
As she had not told her own yet.
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He remembers those months, and Lan Zhan's sudden flowing largesse, and he remembers not always feeling better for being tipsy and trying for drunk, never quite making it. Never quite pressing on to finally be over that edge, too, not like years and years before.
One less thought to haunt his mind, one less reason to drink to calm them. He knows himself. He knows she does, too.
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She nods. After hearing this Wei Ying speak of it, her resolve is strengthened to tell her own Wei Ying when he arrives or when they meet again as this Wei Ying is so sure of.
“…when I see him.”
A part of her is skeptical that the joyous event of reuniting with Wei Ying.
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He smiles again, brief and small, eyes closing for a breath.
"Thank you, Lan Zhan." One small kindness, if she can remember it, if she's feeling generous in turn. "Thank you. And, I'm sorry."
To each Lan Zhan who had to raise their son alone.
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Lan Wangji shakes her head at that.
“There are no apologies between us.”
Not hers nor from any Wei Ying.
“…you would like him. Wei Ying. There are very little differences.”
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He pauses, then shakes his head.
"I learned from a wise friend that two things we all have to say in our lives are thank you, and I'm sorry. I'm not exempt from that. You're worth the courtesy, and wrongs aren't things to choose to ignore. Even when they're small, or unintended."
Yet, on the topic of Sizhui, his shoulders relax. He smiles. "He's a credit to ask who know him. I couldn't be any more proud."