Test Drive Meme 005

[voidtreckermods]

Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab some samples and start having fun!

1. Post with your character. I’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they have been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action!

3. Have much fun!

Happy testing!

Void Trecking

The thing about being on a train hurtling through void space is there’s not much to see. Outside the window lies an endless void of kaleidoscope colours shifting and swirling. It’s probably best not to stare at it too long. Do so and you might start to imagine order in it. Shapes, places, even figures. But your eyes shift... Back to chaos. Probably best you do something else other than stare out the window. Or convince your fellow passengers that void watching leads to headaches!

Space Racer!

The train has recently gained a game carriage and the VR video games are proving popular. A good way to relive boredom.

Space Racer: A multiplayer game where you race your friends on spacecraft through crazy galaxy type obstacle courses. Throwing alien fish at each other is not only permitted but encouraged.

Let silliness ensue!

Ghost Park

The latest mission has brought the voidtreckers to a fair ground with the instructions to keep the fair goers safe. Not an ordinary type of mission at all. However it soon becomes apparent that not all is well. The ghost train seems to be populated with real ghosts, monster lurk in the shadows and the house of mirrors bring your reflections to life!

Team One

Protect the people at the fair! Encourage people to stay away from the real dangers. Perhaps escort those who insist on going anyways or forcibly remove them from the area. Encourage them onto the safe rides and stalls. Nothing can go wrong at a coconut shie, right?

Team Two

The monsters seem to be coming from the House of Horrors and it seems if there is to be an end to this then it is there you must go. Fight the monsters, try and figure out what is making them come to life and bring an end to this haunting.

Team Three

The management of the park have been odly silent, there has been no move to evacuate or even to stop people coming in. Go and figure out what is happening, see if they need help or if they are somehow behind all of this chaos.

Pick a team, go wild!

Comments

Re: Bran Corbie | Corax OC (Werewolf: The Apocalypse)

[thefirething]

This whole place was wrong. She'd never really been one for amusement parks or carnivals or circuses (you spend one weekend in Derry, Maine, reading the history of the place and seeing pictures of a creepy clown that was part of a traveling show ages ago...). But this place...this...whatever it was.

It didn't sit well under Charlie's skin. Not for shit.

She's climbed up to another window, using her telekinesis to keep her from falling. Upper body strength, she has not, but that's to be expected. She is an orphan runaway, after all. And sometimes, she couldn't steal more than a half-rotted sandwich every so often.

But she's up there, sticking and peering in and completely unphased when Bran lands nearby. She's used to it.

Frowning on her own, she tries to get a closer look. But the window is kind of gross, and if she lets go of the window sill to scrub at it, she'll fall.

"I don't like this place. When can we leave?" Fuck the mission. She never signed on for this.

[justbecawsican]

"When it's over, I guess. Damned if I know when that is, though, so we probably gotta get to the bottom of this. Not that I signed on for this Scooby-Doo bullshit either." Bran didn't need telepathy to follow Bobbie's thoughts.

"Besides, what if they're actually hurting people? Maybe I got spoon fed a few too many Spider-Man comics as a fledgling, but Gaia gave me powers, might as well help those who can't help themselves, I guess." He wasn't above making a joke or two at his expense, at least.

Nevermind his next words went screaming against every instinct he had. "Listen, I'll even go in first--if you can pop the lock; my talents don't go for that." Though he supposed if he had to, he could just try to brute-force it open; still, that was more a Garou trick than something his kind was supposed to do...

[thefirething]

"I'm okay with locks." She's good with them. If she can see it, or get a good angle on it, she can use her telekinesis to pull it open. Or melt it. But she has the feeling they're going for subtly and not so much a HEY SHIT'S ON FIRE moment.

She's good for those, too, btw. And Bran is one of maybe two people that know this. The other being her. She looks from Bran to the lock on the window and climbs the wall a bit further, boots slipping a bit but thankfully not making too much noise. At least, nothing inside is moving like it heard her. Which is good.

Focusing on the lock above her on the window, there's a very soft hum in the air around her as she focuses and, eventually, that lock slides open.

Don't worry, she has a plan. She only needs the window open to see the lock on the door and soon, after some of that same super low humming, the lock on the door clicks open, too.


"See?"

Dropping down to the ground a moment later, she shakes her head some. That hadn't been tiring so much as a pain in the ass. That's what she's going to go with.

"Now what? I'll follow your lead."

[justbecawsican]

"First, you need a Snickers." Bran's not kidding, surprisingly, as he digs in his jacket and comes out with the candy bar, handing it over. His Gifts don't take it out of him as much as hers do--Helios might be flaky, but when He pays attention, it's worth it.

He pushes the door open, as quietly as he can. The smell--stench, really--hits first, old blood and old death, not quite sunk into decay yet. And further back, further in, a wet sound, half sucking, and half the grinding of teeth. At least one corpse is slumped over the desk, another on the floor, and the back room looks little like a room, but something darker and more cavernous. Something lairs there. Something not right.

"Fuck," Bran snarls under his breath. If he had hackles, they'd be raised; as it is, his form hunches as the transformation starts. 'Bobbi' might be one of the few who's actually seen this before--most Corax don't let others see them in Crinos for good reason--the form is fairly ridiculous, a scrawny anthropomorphic birdman. As silly as it is, there's still a hint of something ancient and dangerous about it, and he stalks forward, oilslick wing feathers gleaming in the dim light. Somehow, they seem harder, too, and that beak is nothing short of vicious.

What skitters out of the back is something monstrous; like a ghoul and an alligator had a baby and it grew up to be the size of a Shetland. So this is what had been taking bites out of the management...

[thefirething]

"I'm...not going to argue." This is a street kid. She loves food too much to pass t up. But she doesn't even get a bite of it because the second he opens the door, she smells it and she knows what it is. She knows what death smells like, and it sends a shiver down her spine. Ignoring the parade of her memories going through her head, she stands in the doorway.

Her danger sense is screaming in her head. Don't go in. Don't go in. Don't don't don't. But Bran shifts, and then she hears the skittering and sees the thing coming at them and her reaction is more instinct and impulse than anything thought out.

Fire. Specifically a ball of, white hot and coming from Bobbi with a whoosh, her breathing coming in quick and her hair lifting some as if caught in some manner of updraft.

The thing she sent fire at? It's now hesitating, as if it's really not sure of the weird bird man and the person who can think fire into existence.

"What the fuck is that?!" Charlie asks, keeping both eyes on it as she pulls her fire back. Just a little. Just enough where it's just a thought away.

[justbecawsican]

"Don't know." His voice is a register deeper and a lot raspier, and not-quite-right coming from a throat that's much less human, now. Bran doesn't really care, either, other than he knows it's some sort of monster, it's been killing people, and like as not, this thing's a trap and he and Bobbi have been caught in it.

"You--fire. Stay back!" That said, Bran skitters forward again, hand-talons extended, though the ones on his feet are equally wicked. And as it turns out, the line of primaries on his wings are harder, harder and razor-sharp, as he leaps at the thing and draws a line down its rotting side, neck jutting out to deliver a vicious peck to the thing's skull. It's giving as good as it gets, however, and swats him down to the ground with a paw. He's not down for the count, but he's lighter and not meant to be underneath an opponent. That said, he lifts both hands and feet and rakes at the thing, slashing at it with his beak as well. He's bleeding, but the wounds are sealing even as Bobbi watches, so for now, at least, it's clear he's holding his own.

Even if he's not happy about being underneath this thing; he's equally unable to flip it off him. Not that he's a weakling, the monster's just a comparative chunk style when he's whipcord muscle over bone. Bran's not desperate enough to call for help yet either. Not that he doesn't trust Bobbi--far from. Just if she doesn't have to deal with more bullshit--that's something he can do for her.

His next attack is a close call; he nearly gouges the creature's eye out with a well-placed beak strike and it snarls in agony.

[thefirething]

Charlie stays back, but she can still see the creature and that's what matters. She can see what she needs to, and therefor can still be useful. She can keep Bran safe, give him an advantage, maybe. And while her telekinesis wears her out, and her Snickers bar has fallen into a puddle of god knows what, she's going to do what she can.

Fire may not be the best bet, considering Bran was too close to the thing and Charlie didn't want to hurt him by accident, but she can move the creature. And that's what she does.

It's a focused telekinetic shove, just on the creature alone, and it gets flipped onto it's back.

And the curious thing here is it's own limbs just can't bend the right way needed to set it right side up, so it's going to flail and squirm and screech at the indignity of it, tail thumping uselessly on the ground. It's only a matter of time before it rights itself, but Charlie's keeping it pinned and looking kinda pale in the process.

[justbecawsican]

He would've been fine if she used her pyrokinesis; Helios on occasion does give him resistance--and what Helios can't or won't cover, the natural regeneration that comes from being out of Homid form would do the rest of the trick. But being out of Homid, Bran can't say that.

He'll have to explain later, probably.

But for now, Bran doesn't waste any time--he pounces again, as if he's a true corvid pouncing on a mouse dinner, only the monster is the mouse and he's driving in with fists and feet and doing his best to get through the scaled underbelly--it's still scales, after all, and thus a bit more armored than not. But not as much as the back. And honestly, not as much as, say, a Mokole, so he's only got a rough time of it, he's not shit out of luck.

The smell...gets worse, even as his talons go through the thing's guts. Probably why, between the guts and the likelihood he pierced the bowels, that might make sense. Bran's glad a beak doesn't get the same scent marks as a human nose--and that the closer he gets to Corvid, the less bad carrion smells. Not that he'd admit that out loud. But amid all the squawking and flailing and tearing, the monster on the bottom is losing, if not down for the count and just waiting to tap out, and after excruciatingly long moments, it does.

Bran hops off--not all of the gore on him is the monster's, after all--and shuffles towards Bobbie with one final croak. "Burn it!"

He'd be fine if she burnt it all, really. And if she can't? He will.

[thefirething]

The second he issues the request, Charlie's back in the barn in Longmont. Her dad is on the barn floor, Rainbird responsible for it. Her dad telling her to get them. She can do that. She's also aware that she's with Bran, and Bran needs her help.

So she switches to fire, aiming it at the creature. Breathing hard, hair lifting in the updraft the heat around her causes. That strange hum is back, along with the whoosh and roar of fire that forms suddenly around the beast.

She pushes it, makes it burn faster, brighter. It's not going to be very long before it's nothing but ash.

And at least this ability doesn't make her tired.

She'll handle burning everything else, first the creature needs to go. And the smell.

[justbecawsican]

Burning everything--probably a good thing. Just not with them inside. No. And really, there's still something Bran needs to do, and it's not pretty. He'd have done this first, but really there was no time.

Not that there really is now, either, but he's going to do his best--already starting to, crouching in Rara Avis over the nearest human body--it's less horror-movie schtick and more respectful--his beak's not moving, but it's almost as if he's saying a silent prayer--before he shrinks down into full Corvid, head cocked as if listening.

Seems he's gotten an answer, too. Don't look, Bobbie. Because snip-snap, first he's dropped his beak into one of the poor corpse's eyes, gobbling it down as if it were his job, then shuffling awkwardly around to do the same to the other. And then taking equally awkward flight, unlike him, to tug on Bobbie's shoulder and attempt to drag her out as the building burns, before flopping to the ground outside, out of the reach of sparks that might set his feathers alight.

Say, that's a big ol' raven...

[thefirething]

Charlie's glad to be outside of that building, pushing...no..violently shoving her fire at the structure to light the whole thing up. Something howls and screams inside, another one of those weird creatures, but it's in too much of a panic to escape. She can hear it scrambling around inside and yelling as parts of the building collapse on it.

And her current concern right now, once she's sure the fire can burn on it's own?

"Dude. Why did you eat it's eyes?" She knows Bran is in his raven form, but she has to ask. That had been super gross, but she's curious.

"What's the significance?"

She turns to look at him, spotting her now-gross Snickers bar nearby and sighing. Right. That. She for got all about it and is now hoping somewhere in the carnival, there is a trust-worthy funnel cake maker. She could eat like...six of those right now.

[justbecawsican]

Being in raven form doesn't last. He probably could talk in that form, give Bobbie the explanation she deserved, but there was no need. The bird shifts, and in a short amount of time, Bran's back in human form, watching the flames eat at the manager's office. They'd need to go soon, but there was time enough.

"Every living being has a story. We--my kind, the Corax--we're tasked to save as many stories as we can. That's why. That's why I can't turn away, either--those people lived. They meant something to someone, somewhere. Someone's gonna miss them, though we did our best to avenge them, at least."

The Snickers bar, at least, has a sibling (or three, really) somewhere in his coat, so he fishes one out and offers it over. The other one, even if it's gross? That won't go to waste--one of Bran's raven-kin will probably find it and eat its insides, at some point. Or a raccoon will. Either way.