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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
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Test Drive Meme | #35


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 starts out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! It's just appeared in front of you. 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. Maybe you haven't been hired by them at all, but are using their name for your own goals... as long as no one discovers the lie!

  5. Wait... you want my what now?!
    The kedan are a curious folk, and the Foreigners are entertainment in conveniently arriving packages, especially when they come along with unique items that the kedan might not have seen before. Maybe it's your cellphone... or maybe it's your knickers! How badly do you want to keep your stuff from some overeager native shapeshifters who want to buy, bribe, or burglarize it right off your person?

  6. Sea prunes, get your sea prunes right here!
    Life in Keeliai can take a little getting used to: the chickens have scales, the cows have feathers, and the fruits come in more colour and pattern combinations than your average tye-dye shirt. Not to mention that meal you just ordered from the food vendor? Has arrived on the plate, and you're pretty sure you just saw it move.

  7. Everybody needs a little darkness...
    The Great Enemy may have been defeated over two years ago, and people are even willing to speak Malicant's name aloud now, but there remains a taint in the city never fully purged. Those who consider Malicant a dark god whose end was unjust are the cultists of Keeliai, and they aren't always so easy to identify as one might think. Sometimes their presence is felt in the growing urge to give into one's darker instincts, especially in such a foreign place...

  8. Illicit substances, anyone?
    Every city has its vices, and Keeliai is no different. Perhaps you actively sought it out, or perhaps an opportunistic dealer saw you as a potential customer needing a free sample, but you're now in possession of a packet of Lucid, an emotion-enhancing drug. Interested in finding out what happens when you crush that colourful crystal and ingest it?

  9. Incoming!
    Tu Vishan's latest landfall stop has brought an unwelcome problem to its residents: enormous, toothy creatures who look more like pterosaurs than most people are comfortable with! With a twenty-foot wingspan, these aren't exactly harmless local wildlife, and they have a nasty habit of swooping down on targets both Foreigner and kedan! How are you going to fend them off, or help someone who might have been injured by the latest dive bombing??

  10. 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? Anything goes!
flybyshooting: (Well that's a thing)

[personal profile] flybyshooting 2016-02-03 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Balthier wasn't an entirely heartless man . Gabranth's confusion is enough to evoke some sympathy from the Sky Pirate, though it's tempered with knowing Gabranth's rather bloody track record.

He smooths his collar with exaggerated care, but Balthier is always one for theatrics. Especially when it came to the well-being of his attire.

"Taken where?" He asked, not really able to keep the genuine curiosity out of his voice. "Do you mean here?"
judicatus: (♟ if I must)

[personal profile] judicatus 2016-02-03 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
At first, the shake of his head is his only answer. But he quickly realizes that Balthier will want to know more, regardless of whether he's willing to give it.

"Allaidh Darach," he says, enunciating the words with deliberation. Two long years, and the name still tastes foreign on his tongue. "The Drabwurld."

Before he can speak any further, one of the wheedling kedan makes another grab for his eyepatch; he deflects it once again, gently swatting away prying hands, and finally starts to push through the throng for good.

"I would know more of what you've seen, sky pirate." And he doesn't doubt that Balthier would want to know more of what he's seen in turn. "But not here."
edgeoftheknife: (pic#9122090)

[personal profile] edgeoftheknife 2016-02-04 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
The money isn't important. Up until recently Erskine was all but penniless, living off Anton's kindness at the Midnight Hotel, but he took the little bit of juulan that Anton lent him before Christmas and turned a tidy profit in the gambling halls. He's been using it to help some of the less fortunate kedan in the city, but it might not be a bad idea to start using it to help some of the newer Foreigners as well.

So he has a choice. Take the juulan back, because he knows that feeling of pride quite well, or--

"Pay it forward," he says with a slight smile. "Plenty of other Foreigners around who could use the help." His voice has a lilting accent--Irish, if Gabranth has ever heard that particular one before.
shirtlesspersona: (Wind Hunter)

[personal profile] shirtlesspersona 2016-02-04 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
{ Dramatic Chase Sequence! ... sort of.}

That sure is a kirin running, but the target of the chase - as most people on the street pulling out of the way rather than outright running - is... A little trickier.

People with a good sense of magic, a tie to nature, or some ability to see spirits and other supernatural phenomena will see a shirtless man in leather pants running, laughing his head off.

Everyone else? He's a image in the corner of your eye, a ghost that a blink takes away. A figment on the wind, maybe. Just don't stare too long, there is still an annoyed kirin coming.

{Wildcard}

Zaveid's trying to get into one of the Jagaiz rings for foreigners, only it's a little tricky. Not only is he somewhat transparent, which is making things a little awkward, but-

"Aww, c'mon man. What do you mean you don't got any pendulums? Its a rock on a wire!" They have their rule for weaponry, and .. he uses weird weapons.
swordofzeus: (Wait I know you // chatvert)

/abruptly changes which username for Zach I'm using

[personal profile] swordofzeus 2016-02-04 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Stuart. Please don't call him 'champ' in a way that could be considered mocking.

That term's got connotations, y'see.

Zach whirls on him, pointing his cannon arm at the guy in green. (Though Stuart's probably safer with the cannon pointed at him, given how bad Zach's aim is.) Great. A doctor. Zach's not too fond of doctors lately.]


No. Definitely not.
swordofzeus: (Wink wonk // chatvert)

i am so sorry for zach

[personal profile] swordofzeus 2016-02-04 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Zach snorted, lowering his weaponized arm when he realized this guy wasn't a threat.] Yeah, you could say that. ['Superhero'...he definitely likes the sound of that one.]

I mean, shit, you slam anything with a bastard of a firework and it'll go down like a two-dollar hooker in a truck stop.
fuckinghateadrenaline: (wary)

[personal profile] fuckinghateadrenaline 2016-02-04 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Doctor? Don't insult him.

Can't you see "Emergency Medical Technician" in gold on his epaulettes? Doctor, indeed.]


You sure, mate? You're looking kind of... singed.
aspacepirate: (pic#9917036)

Why is Mark being the serious one right now? This is not how that's supposed to work! lol

[personal profile] aspacepirate 2016-02-04 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it sounds better than being a labrat...at least you get bragging rights with that. Like sweet bragging rights. Besides that arm is like some shit Iron Man came up with...

(No, Mark. Stop.)

I mean, you'd like to think something that's capable of interstellar travel would be sturdier than THAT? I mean the stuff NASA has now is pretty damn good...

(Note to self - check with NASA about how sturdy both the MAV and Hermes are. Make sure they aren't capable of being taken down with bastard fireworks.

If so, better call Lewis and tell her.)
Edited 2016-02-04 11:56 (UTC)
wolf_of_war: (Pounce)

Bladewolf | Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance

[personal profile] wolf_of_war 2016-02-04 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Dramatic Chase Sequence!

[Bladewolf had heard that there were other canines...dogs and wolves, specifically, that he might have to watch out for on the back of the turtle. That hadn't prepared him for the zeal with which he was now being chased through the busy streets of the Metal Sector. At the very least, the environment was similar to what he was used to that he could dig in and find purchase enough to push himself fast enough to keep hims just ahead of his ravenous pursuers. Barking and shouting as he went, Bladewolf is largely unaware of what's ahead of him.]

Wait...you want my what now?!

[personal profile] shieldofathena 2016-02-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
(There are no words.

NONE, KID.

Goddammit, Zach. Don't make him put you on a baby leash.)


You didn't find it. None of us found an alien spaceship. It was just blown out of the sky by two idiots who had access to fire and beer.

Also, I don't think he's all that interested in being a part of the team...more like he wants to take your arm and sell it.
fadedchampion: (≈ This isn’t the solution!)

[personal profile] fadedchampion 2016-02-05 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"My trust," Garrett said simply, in a tone slightly more aloof, slightly harder than it had been. It was the tone he used when drive and passion were tools to distance himself from emotion. This place wasn't the Fade--but that didn't mean that it was real. He'd been caught by mind tricks before.

True, he'd broken out of them, but he'd still been caught in them. And they had always been mages. Not demons.

He didn't take the favour. If anything, it made his stance seem to turn to granite, hard and unyielding. Not the Fade, but not real. Sundermount was old, and full of old and powerful things. "Fenris made it clear to me there was no further connection between us," he said coldly. "You're better at pretending than the others, but you're still getting it wrong."

Just because this was what Garrett wanted didn't mean it was what was.
swordofzeus: (Wink wonk // chatvert)

[personal profile] swordofzeus 2016-02-05 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[You'll have to catch him first, half-ass. And he did say finders keepers...

Zach turns to Hagan, shrugging his arm away from the kedan with a glare.]
He can piss off, then. I'm not interested in another asshole trying to cut my damn arm off.

[personal profile] shieldofathena 2016-02-05 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
(Finders keepers is not a binding contract of law, Zach. It's just not. Maybe when someone is five years old... but not at their age.

Hagan sighs.)


It's not like I am either, I was just saying... anyway, we should probably get out of here before another one tries to actually do that.



swordofzeus: (They're all my party! // chatvert)

[personal profile] swordofzeus 2016-02-05 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Zach snorts.] So? I'll just blast whoever tries it into gravel.

[He jokes about it, but killing the orderly had shaken him up a fair bit. Killing the Worg-possessed soldiers...not so much.]
flybyshooting: (Explaining)

[personal profile] flybyshooting 2016-02-05 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Then by all means, follow me. I know a place we can talk in private."

Should Gabranth elect to follow Balthier, the 'place' is a seedy pub in what is likely a seedier brothel. It is, in fact, exactly the kind of place Balthier tends to favour for his usual underhanded dealings. But the place is a bustle of activity, even this early in the afternoon. There's a very slim chance either of them will be overheard.

There are gang members there as well, watching them like stray cats will observe any newcomer to their territory. But they make no moves beyond that - in his short time in the city, Balthier has established himself as either too useful or too dangerous to start something with.

"You may wish to sit down for most of what I'm to tell you. Little of it is bad, but there is a lot."
problematical: (all we can do my love)

(sorry, I kind of fell off the planet)

[personal profile] problematical 2016-02-05 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Simon's here now too," River confirmed. "But this time, and the last time, it was just me. You missed the dragon though."

She falls into step beside Inara, like she'd been there all along. "It's a turtle."
rideofthefearlings: (Default)

[personal profile] rideofthefearlings 2016-02-05 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did it? Some cultures say that nothing truly dies so long as it is remembered, and you most certainly will never forget. In a way, your Queen has immortality because of you."

It was, perhaps, a cruel thing to point out, but Pitch was certainly never one to be accused of shirking cruelty except when and where it suited his needs.

"It is what I am. Aren't we all the same, in that regard?"
rideofthefearlings: (Default)

[personal profile] rideofthefearlings 2016-02-05 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The server's sudden and hasty departure was actually entertaining, and the Nightmare King savoured the brief spike of fear from the server as much as Kevas was the platter food.

"I'm not undead," Pitch replied. "But yes, something did. Apparently that one was around for something of a--" The traces of fear were muted; something had dulled them, during the original event. "Hm. Jiangshi. Several years ago. Interesting, if the word means what it does on Earth."
shroudofgray: (With strange aeons)

[personal profile] shroudofgray 2016-02-05 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She gave him a puzzled look now. She was pretty sure that's not what her mother had planned, nor how immortality really worked. Memories were memories - they could hurt, yes, but in the end, it was all in her head. Not that having anything inside her head that wasn't her was particularly reassuring, but that is likely what it intended

"You are fear and shadow," she said hesitantly. Whatever this creature was, he embodied those traits. Her mother was terrifying, and wreathed in darkness, but it came from something else, something old. Well. something older. "It is from you that courage and light are born."
braavosi: (our old friend fear and you and me)

[personal profile] braavosi 2016-02-06 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
She heard him approaching, the confident steps, but didn't say anything right away. It was a man, she knew that much. Men and women smelled different, and she'd learned the smells of the cat house well enough by now to be able to pick his particular scent out from amongst the perfumes and the oils. He wasn't one of the boys who worked here--they mostly went about in soft slippers or bare feet and they smelled like they belonged in the city. This man, whoever he was, didn't belong in the city.

She tilted her shorn head just a little, blind eyes staring more or less in his direction as he spoke, but said nothing right away. The girls of the house had wrapped her in soft silks tonight, some sort of tunic that wrapped around instead of pulling on over her head, and the boys had dabbed her neck with some kind of oil that smelled vaguely like lemon cakes. She tried not to think about how much Sansa had loved lemon cakes. Sansa was another lifetime and another city ago, related to Arya Stark, and Arya Stark was dead too. The girl was no one.

"If you want a girl, they're in the other room," she said evenly, nodding her head toward the front. "I'm just visiting."

Nevertheless, she reached out for the mug sliding across the tabletop, the other hand wrapping around to rub absently at her forearm--and the tiny knife concealed under the sleeve.
braavosi: (could've been easier by three)

[personal profile] braavosi 2016-02-06 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The foot traffic is slower in this part of the city, the smells less rich and exotic, but the voices are kinder and the coins reliable. She still doesn't recognize the coins they throw in her begging bowl--she'd learned nearly every coin to pass through Braavos as part of her training at the House of Black and White--but they spend all the same. A small stack will buy a bowl of something thick and savory and a piece of sweet bread and it's enough to keep her going for another day, at least until she figures out why she's here.

She can tell when the woman approaches, the steps slowing, the rustle of fabric too close to be coincidence. The girl doesn't look right at Raine, not in the way that sighted people do, but she hears well enough to come pretty close.]


I could use a coin or two, if you have any to spare.

[She reaches out a hand and nudges the edge of the cracked wooden bowl in front of her.]
flybyshooting: (Well that's a thing)

[personal profile] flybyshooting 2016-02-06 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Balthier didn't really belong anywhere, but he could fit in just about everywhere. He wore some kind of cologne, that much was certain. Underneath that though was the smell of ozone, the sweet, greasy smell of some kind of machine oil and gunpowder.

He breathed a small sigh of relief. The child was younger than Larsa - which meant nothing really. The brat had all the cunning of the vipers that were the symbol of his house. And there was something about this kids poise that made Balthier a bit suspicious. Nothing he could put his finger on, but the quiet ones were always pretty observant.

"Just visiting and listening?" Balthier inquired. "Not that I blame you, mind. Jiayi has some good stories."
braavosi: (seeing spiders)

[personal profile] braavosi 2016-02-06 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
She heard the sigh but she didn't know the reason for it. It didn't sound precisely like disappointment, which came as a relief--she hadn't yet been propositioned since coming to this new city, and it hadn't happened often in Braavos, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. Westeros was proof enough of that.

After Westeros she could believe just about anything, no matter how sick or depraved.

"They all have good stories," she said, keeping her tone light and unconcerned. "Wing has the best dirty jokes. Shulin is teaching me a new song after his next customer."

She pulled the mug closer, sniffing at the contents. It smelled like something she'd had once before, here in the brothel. Still, did she dare try it with no one here to spot her if it happened to be drugged?
ruinsprofessor: (discontent)

[personal profile] ruinsprofessor 2016-02-06 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
That's fine, but--

[Raine does understand the concept of begging. What she doesn't understand is why this girl has needed to.]

--why are you alone out here?

[Raine is already shaping plans that won't involve begging on the street, but even so, she's reaching for a spare juulan anyway, and there's the sound of metal against metal.]
flybyshooting: (On to you)

[personal profile] flybyshooting 2016-02-06 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't just gulp down anything put in front of her. So, either someone who'd been on her own a while and had wised up or she wasn't the typical street urchin.

"You're not wrong. Wing would put a blush in the cheeks of a number of my compatriots," he chortled, and took a draught of the hot chocolate to demonstrate he hadn't drugged it. "In any case, I just wanted to make sure of something. For your sake, I'll try try not to delay Shulin overlong."

He cast a sidelong glance to the bar where a group of Snakes were chattering raucously. "And if you could keep an ear open for whatever the vipers are hissing about, I'd be much obliged."

'Much obliged' came in the clinking sound of juulan beside the mug of hot chocolate. Balthier didn't like kids much, but they were certainly good at hearing things they shouldn't.

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