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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_ooc2015-10-20 11:30 pm
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Test Drive Meme | #32


TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!
Itching to try out writing a character? Then rev up your engines, grab your accounts, and slam your way into this meme! Here is a venue for you to try out whatever character there might be tickling your fancy, from fandom to OC, for as few as one and as many as MANY. Seriously, there's no limit.

How do you partake in this fantastic congregation of character testing? Why, by following these simple steps:
    → Comment with the journal of a character you want to test; put their name and canon in the subject line for added sparkles.
    → Tag around with everyone!
    → Profit like you live on a the back of a turtle!
    → Maybe even RESERVE so you CAN live on the back of a turtle!
But wait, there's more! For the low, low price of $9,999.99, you can even use one of our handy prompts when you tag someone. You could even pick one with a Random Number Generator to help decide which prompt to go with!
  1. Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace!
    Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtle shell!

  2. Dramatic Chase Sequence!
    You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children! One way or another, you can't stop, and much like a katamari ball, you feel obligated to grab everyone in your path along the way to keep them out of danger! Or perhaps you're more the sort to try and knock them into it as a distraction...?

  3. Where There's A Will, There's A...?
    The Life and Dreaming Planes have been merged, and sometimes what start out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! Though it may only stay for a short while before it disappears again, so make it count. Hopefully you're not the type to daydream about terrible things befalling people you don't like...

  4. SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE!
    The three major kedan families all have their own agendas, and you've chosen to entangle yourselves with one (or more!) of them. Are you hoping to shift the balance of power? Gain some favours? Perhaps you're on a mission to bring a criminal to justice, or maybe you just want to get the cream of the crop from the black market.

  5. WILDCARD!
    Go nuts. Suddenly your character is fighting dragons! Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean! Do you really feel the need to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Please note, Wildcard options can also be what you can choose to do if you aren't yet comfortable in the Tu Shanshu setting, and would prefer a more 'dear-mun'-esque experience. Please specify in your post!
eldindragon: c'mon gotta rebuild the hoard somehow. (I object)

Volga | Hyrule Warriors

[personal profile] eldindragon 2015-10-23 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
{1}
Because every stall owner could do better business with a seven foot + tall man in armor standing in the way, right? Right.

Volga seems to be considering... actually who knows what he's considering, because it's incredibly hard to see his eyes. Just that everything on the shelf in front of him seems to be some sort of metal.

The kedan running the place seems to have gotten his nerves to offer pricing, but-

"I don't have any of that." Volga cuts him off when the currency is mentioned. Before the stall keeper can get a little indignant, the dragon knight holds out a cut green gem.

"What would you consider as trade for this." ... It's not obvious at all that he's a dragon looking to expand his hoard, is it.

{3}
He's definitely a dragon. There is no way to justify the amount of random coins, gems, and miscellaneous jewelry sitting about him other than he managed to wish up a hoard, and was now inspecting it.

However, to judge by the fact he's frowning a bit normal than his usual expression, he's not happy by this. Instant hoards.... Ehhh. Volga had thought of it because he was missing his, but.. it wasn't the same. There was no fun in having the stuff without having earned it in some way.
wisewolf: (pic#9302751)

Horo | Spice & Wolf

[personal profile] wisewolf 2015-10-23 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
2.
Horo isn't participating in the dramatic chase, which consisted of a goat-like creature was eluding the three people attempting to catch it, but rather watching it with a blithe smile, one hand wrapped around a tankard of ale. This place had become immensely more tolerable when the sage wolf had discovered that there was tasty ale here, and a good portion of the Welcome Center's initial juulan allotment was already spent.

Her wolf ears were perked, listening to the excitement, and the swish of her tail poked out from beneath the full skirt she wore. A cloak, discarded once she'd seen the similarly strange features here that others had, was draped across the table next to her.

She cheerfully banged her mug on the table when the animal was finally lassoed. "Another round!" she called, and whether she meant another drink or another chase, it could have gone either way.
eltiochido: (cool as a cucumber)

[personal profile] eltiochido 2015-10-24 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
The sever seemed busy, but keeping a pretty lady like that was a crime. Amerika hopped over to the kitchen, poured two cups of ale from the tap and swaggered over.

He set the first cup on the table for her and sat down nearby. "Drinking alone, pretty lady?"
wisewolf: (pic#9302753)

sorry for slow replies!

[personal profile] wisewolf 2015-10-28 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Horo picked up the fresh ale with a smile that was a bit sly. "I hardly think it could be alone in the middle of a crowd," she answered. "Do I look lonely?"
eltiochido: (Default)

Amerika (Yankee) | Chappie

[personal profile] eltiochido 2015-10-24 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ cw: language, slurs ]

3 Dreaming

Gotta be honest, Amerika was freaking out. Not that you'd know it looking at him. Amerika was a perfect specimen of poise and badassery, glancing around as figments faded in and out of reality and the ground warped between different times and places like a kaleidescope. You learn quick how to hide what you're feeling on the streets, and Amerika had had years of practice.

He had a knife in hand (wishing he had a gun), ready to shank the first one of these diablos that came at him. Maybe it wouldn't do shit, but they'd know he wasn't no puto either way.

4 Undercover (except not really)

The gang life if the life Amerika is most comfortable with; holding a 'job'? He didn't have the scraps for that. Back in LA places just didn't take chicanos with rap sheets, and it wasn't much better in Johannesburg. The gangster aesthetic seemed to be popular enough that it went international, which was just as well for Amerika, made it so his rep carried weight in places he'd never been before. The original gangster. Show 'em how to do it right.

Gangsters on the turtle were a different story. More like Yakuza than Rolling 30s. But respect was a language that went past cultural lines, and Amerika found a place for himself in the snakes easy enough. Low level, but he'd work his way up from there, probably. Not too high though, that was just asking for trouble.

This other foreigner, though? They didn't strike Amerika as someone that really 'fit' the lifestyle. He honestly wanted to know what they were doing trying to roll with an outfit like this, if only for their own good.

"Hey, vato, what's your story?"
odinsbane: (Default)

Fenrir | OC (Swallowing the Sun)

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-24 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
5

Fenrir sat in the back corner of a bar in the Fire Sector, leaning back in his chair, feet on the table, watching people as they came and went. This place was quite interesting, an opportunity if he ever saw one. He raised a finger and one of the kedan hurried over to refill his drink. He smiled that handsome, roguish smile in thanks and the woman blushed before hurrying away to clear a different table. Taking a rather long drink, he kept his eyes on the door, perhaps waiting for another foreigner to walk in, perhaps out of habit, but he kept all his senses open and unfocused, expanding his awareness as far as he could, unworried about being sensed in return.
ifyouincest: (worried)

Alan McMichael | Crimson Peak (Spoilers) | #5 - Water Sector

[personal profile] ifyouincest 2015-10-24 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Dr. McMichael was in bad shape...

Being stabbed in the left armpit, then again in the right side of his abdomen wasn't exactly what he called "fine." And there was the matter of not being where he was a few moments ago.

He'd managed to pull himself to his feet, getting to the mouth of the alley he found himself in...

"Help... Someone..." He manages to get out, before falling to his knees, chest heaving and vision starting to swim. Sharpe hadn't hit anything vital, but still...
odinsbane: (intimidating)

I'm sorry about him...

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-24 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," said the tall and dark clad man as he walked up from the opposite end of the alley, "What do we have here?"

It seemed to be a terribly injured mortal, because the scent of blood and the feeling of suffering was thick. How...delightful and invigorating. Hounds thrived on such things, sometimes it was nice to kill, but other times watching someone slowly slip away could be just as entertaining.
ifyouincest: (usrs)

[personal profile] ifyouincest 2015-10-24 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Alan's eyes raise as he hears a voice, turning to look at it, wincing in pain as he does so.

"Please... I need to go to a hospital."

Counting on the kindness of strangers wasn't exactly something Alan felt like doing right now, but... what choice does he have? He only knows he's still alive because he's in pain.
Edited 2015-10-24 22:57 (UTC)
odinsbane: (calm)

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-24 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not from around here," Fenrir replied, leaning against the alley wall, arms crossed, completely unconcerned, "So I'm afraid I can't really help you with that. Why don't you tell me what happened?"
ifyouincest: (wut)

[personal profile] ifyouincest 2015-10-24 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The blood slowly dripping from under his arm, splashing onto the ground, as well as the same oozing from between his fingers as he applies pressure to the one in his abdomen... It's quite clear the man has been attacked.

"Assaulted. They didn't get anything serious." He winces again. "Perhaps then, sir, you would do me the kindness of finding someone who is?"
odinsbane: (smug)

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-24 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's...unfortunate," he replied, although just what part was unfortunate wasn't clear.

Fenrir stepped forward, that same, cold, charismatic smile on his face. "I suppose that I could," he continued, "Except...I'm a bit busy at the moment." And not entirely interested in helping, that would have been counter productive.
ifyouincest: (usrs)

[personal profile] ifyouincest 2015-10-24 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Busy... doing what?"

Alan is confused. Because the man doesn't seem busy at all... And that's when something hits him, plain as day.

"If...If you mean to mug me, I warn you, I don't have anything worth taking."
odinsbane: (smolder)

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-24 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not going to mug you," Fenrir chuckled, although the man was wrong about not having anything worth taking, "I'm looking for someone, came a long way." A very long way. "It's kind of important that I find them."

ifyouincest: (Alan)

[personal profile] ifyouincest 2015-10-24 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Alan was even more confused than before... Too busy to help him, yet seems content to stand and watch him bleed out. Not concerned with his personal effects... What does this guy want?

"If you mean to stand and watch me die, sir, I assure you; there are better ways to spend an afternoon." A pause. "And I know of a few friends who specialise in maladies of the mind I can refer you to."
odinsbane: (skeptical)

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-24 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you going to die?" He asked, an eyebrow raised in mock disbelief, "I was under the impression that nothing vital was injured."

He stroked his chin, appearing to be deep in thought, "Well, I suppose that changes things." How sad this human was, fearful, weak... the entire race was somewhat depressing. "Insults aren't exactly the best way to get someone to help you. I may be somewhat obsessed with my hunt, but that doesn't mean I'm an ill person."

And just because he had no sense of morality didn't mean that he didn't have a concept of what humans considered right and wrong.
ifyouincest: (usrs)

[personal profile] ifyouincest 2015-10-25 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Alan scowls. He wasn't in the mood to play parley.

"If you were that obsessed, I'm sure you would be on your way by now. I daresay you wouldn't have even stopped if it were not to partake in some morbid fascination."

He growls in pain, managing to push himself to his feet. Yes, nothing vital was injured, but the steady loss of blood Dr. McMichael is sustaining will see him dead sooner rather than later.

"Help, or do not help. But I care not for casual conversation whilst my blood drips to the ground."
odinsbane: (genuine)

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-25 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"And here I am, thinking that you might have had a lead on finding the love of my life."

Now that was an amusing thought...Love, what a terribly weak, human concept.

"Do you love someone?" he asked, "If so, surely you can understand me to some level." he sighed, "Well, I suppose I'll be on my way."

But he made no move to leave.
ifyouincest: (top hat)

[personal profile] ifyouincest 2015-10-25 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Given that I've just woken up here..." Wherever here is, because it most certainly isn't Allerdale Hall. "I doubt I would be any use regardless of my physical state."

And Alan is watching Fenris, well, more like glaring, waiting for him to leave.
odinsbane: (Default)

[personal profile] odinsbane 2015-10-25 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"You underestimate your worth," Fenrir replied, finally turning and walking away. It was unfortunate to have to leave the soul behind, but he wasn't certain how long it would take for the man to die and he truly didn't have time to linger.
kishemin: (pic#9700661)

"ennan" | OC

[personal profile] kishemin 2015-11-03 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She's lost. How can she be lost?

Everything about the city is unfamiliar, even based on the small handful of times she's been taken out of the palace into Rangard proper. The buildings look wrong. The people, she suspects, aren't even Ardrillian. Some of them look like shedim, like something out of fairy stories. The music is different. The smells are different. The only thing familiar about this place is that it's a large city, and that is at least some small comfort even if she can't see the towers of the palace anywhere on the horizon.

She hugs herself tight beneath the voluminous black robe she's wearing, too hot in this weather but at least it feels like some form of protection, obscuring all but her shaved head and pale neck. The collar is still there around her neck, the plain, thick circlet of heavy gold that marks her as one of the emperor's slaves. So they haven't released her. She's lost, or she's been stolen.

What should she do? If she's been stolen her captors are nowhere to be found. Either way she needs to find her way back. Every minute she's gone ensures her return will go that much worse for her.

She keeps her head low, eyes to the ground and her hands folded in the robe as she makes her way through the marketplace.

She looks like she's trying not to panic. Someone halp?
phoenixstrut: (concern)

[personal profile] phoenixstrut 2015-11-03 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Que one very concerned empath angel.

After finally locating the panic ridden girl, Dovw is careful, but quick to approach. She gives off a warm aura, gentle as she speaks. "Hey... Are you okay?" She'll offer a small smile of encouragement because, really, what else is here to do. Her wings for the moment are hidden, and she doesn't look too unearthly...
kishemin: (pic#9701368)

[personal profile] kishemin 2015-11-03 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Not too unearthly, but beautiful, and free. That Dove is a free woman is immediately obvious, and probably a noblewoman. She's too clean, too pretty to be a mere citizen.

The girl assesses all of this in the span of a handful of heartbeats and then drops to the paving stones, the large black robe creating a puddle around her. The girl's shaved head bows low, almost to the ground, though she does raise it a bit before she speaks. She has to enunciate clearly, has to be able to be heard. To mumble is to invite castigation.

"My lady, I beg you. I am lost. Please, where... where am I? Where is the palace?"
phoenixstrut: (allure)

[personal profile] phoenixstrut 2015-11-04 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
When the girl drops to her knees, Dove is openly startled and nearly takes a half step back in surprise. She recovers quickly, though, and kneels at the same level, her hands gently taking the other girl's shoulders and passing some of her warmth to her to help set her nerves at ease as they talk.

This girl has been through a lot, and immediately, Dove is unable to fight the urge to take her under her wing. She offers a small understanding smile.

"You've just gotten here, haven't you?" she asks calmly. Finding herself on a Turtle could never be trumped by other experiences; it seemed to be that way for nearly every foreigner she had met. "You're in a city called Keeliai..." A few moments pause as she attempted to figure out a safe and calming course of action. She couldn't bring herself to tell the poor girl the full details in the middle of the street.

"Would you like to come have some tea with me? I can explain as much as I know, if you'd like, and there's an excellent tea shop nearby."
shadowmancer: (Default)

Okugi | Original

[personal profile] shadowmancer 2015-11-05 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
At first glance, there's nothing to be considered about the man. Perhaps not even on the second. His clothing is bland, unremarkable -- mingled mixtures of brown and tan and gray, all utilitarian, worn and dusty from the boots on his feet to the gloves on his hands. He slips through the crowds at the marketplace at a quiet, almost weary pace, sliding between people and animals and stalls, never quite making contact. He pauses, waits patiently when something crosses his path, waiting until child or animal or cart is fully out of his path before moving onward. His hood is up, and it is deep, making a shadow of his features; not even the tip of his nose is visible in the dark.

Now and then he gets jostled in spite of the care of his movement; always he turns it aside with a quiet word, soft, and continues.

It's only some minutes after his wake that people begin to notice things missing: A purse. A wallet. The ring off a finger. But by then the unassuming man with his soft voice is gone, and his unremarkable appearance leaves no trace on the memory. With the crowd, it could have been anyone -- not some soft-voiced, bone-weary traveler whose shoulders slump beneath his nondescript cloak. It could have been anyone at all.



((ooc: Feel free to notice that something of yours is missing. While he'll normally target something of value, it could be anything that's interesting. Feel free to catch him in the act as well if you like -- but he's almost unnaturally quick-fingered.))
crimsonbreast: (Luzon // chatvert)

Higure Anghel | Hatoful Boyfriend | alex no

[personal profile] crimsonbreast 2015-11-12 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, what a beautiful day in Keeliai! The sun is shining, the birds are yelling...

...wait, yelling?

Yes, one Luzon bleeding-heart dove the size of a small turkey is hopping mad - literally - and shouting up a storm. The red mark on his chest looks like a serious wound, but it's just a part of his plumage. Pinky swear. And he is Not Happy.

The fact that he's an identifiable Earth bird means he's likely a Foreigner, and the winged cross setting for his soul gem pendant confirms it. But even though what he says is translated via turtle magic, it doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense:]


Wallenstein! Hear me, Dark Sorcerer, you cannot hope to contain the Crimson Angel of Judecca with your conjurer's tricks! You will release me from this prison so that we may do battle on the appointed ground, and you will pay! Wallenstein!

[tl;dr: FUCKING DAMMIT SHUU I KNOW THIS IS YOUR FAULT SOMEHOW GET ME BACK TO ST. PIGEONATION'S THIS INSTANT DO YOU HEAR ME]