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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!

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!
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...?
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...
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!
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?
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.
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...
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?
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??
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!

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3-ish - Nighttime Notoriety

The merged planes of Life and Dreaming? It was almost too good to be true, especially without Sandman hanging around. An entire realm of possibilities for the Nightmare King-- and while he didn't, in the strictest sense, himself sleep anymore, he could only imagine what sort of delicious terrors might be manufactured by the likelihood of one's bad dreams actually having the possibility of becoming reality.

That, and there was an entire population of kedan that had no idea what a boogeyman was-- what a magnificent opportunity to sculpt a brand new reputation.

And so someone walking through the city at night may feel a presence matching their trajectory, or sense a fullness of the shadows and dark corners that isn't quite normal...

6-ish - Rigid Rejection

One good thing about being in Keeliai, Pitch had discovered, was that he could be seen by most people-- not even only children, but those of many ages. His appearance marked him immediately as a Foreigner, which he didn't care about, except...

... now he was dealing with issues of having unwelcome attention, a phrase he didn't think he'd ever consider uttering before.

"I said no," he said, not quite snapping out the words, as a well-meaning kedan tried for the third time to insist on a free sampling of something on a plate that did not seem as though it should be eaten. "What sort of comprehension issues are you having with that? I am declining."

Edited 2016-01-24 09:06 (UTC)

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"Yes, this one?" Elizabeth said, laying her hand on the cover of the thick book, its leather wrapping obviously old. The kedan shopkeeper, not needing to be particularly insightful to see her keen interest in the item, named a high price of juulan that had her faltering, before offering to compromise and take part of the price in coin, and part in the silver thimble she wore.

Elizabeth pulled back her hand, almost as if she were afraid the shopkeeper might try to take it.

"Oh, no, I'm... this isn't for sale. That's quite all right, I'll... perhaps another time, for the book, if you still have it."

[ #10 ]
Even though her sheltered upbringing meant that she'd never known anyone her own age growing up, let alone had playmates, the kedan children were perfectly sweet and enthusiastic about the Foreigners, and she felt at ease with them. They shared her wonder of far-off places, and so she's currently sitting on a bench with at least half a dozen clustered around her, the very picture of a practiced storyteller.

"Let me tell you all about a truly magical place, very far away from here: a city called Paris..."

Edited 2016-01-24 09:31 (UTC)

2.
Horo isn't participating in the dramatic chase, which consisted of a deer-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.

[Wildcard - Midnight Hotel]

Just how long John Constantine would be allowed to stay at the Midnight Hotel was anyone's guess. He was well aware that he was breaking a minor rule on alcohol, and that Mr Anton Shudder (Shudder... there were days John lost all respect for a suspected demon's imagination) had a firm stance about the whole alcohol issue. The problem, two problems really, was that John needed his drink and that the Midnight Hotel was supposedly run by demons according to the locals.

And John believed it when he had first seen the place. Magic had seeped off the walls, wards or sigils at every turn. The place was a literal trap and a place built on magic. It was amazing in its own way. Every single solitary block was shielded. While John might dodge the alcohol rule to a degree, he was not about to trifle with the no combat one. Even with his knowledge, he didn't know what sort of power this Shudder might be harboring that would make that possible. That didn't mean John wouldn't use his residency there to his advantage. Without the Mill, he needed a bolthole, and the Midnight Hotel was everything he needed. So long as no one found out he would smuggle in a bottle or two. John had his suspicions about that mint candle burning birds who saw all and kept clean in its sight. Damn bird reminded him too much of Papa Midnite's raven or crow or whatever that had been.

The Twenty-Fourth room? After the Rising Darkness, one John Constantine had no desire to see what was going on in there. Trouble found him enough without needing to borrow more. Doing his own dishes in the kitchen was better than that. Didn't hurt that this Shudder knew how to cook a good meal or that a pretty bird was often at the desk.

Right now, one might find John Constantine parked in front of the fireplace in the hotel's common room, sifting through some scribbled out pages on the old families. The interested might catch the name 'Daseng'. Never hurt to know a little history, right? A cigarette was in one hand, smoke drifting upwards as he took an impatient draw off it. At his elbow sat a tumbler filled with, oh, let's call it 'tea'. Had to be that, right? Right.

[Wait... You Want My What Now?]

"No, mate, not for sale."

John was used to people pawing at him. One got used to it when traveling in certain areas of the world. He'd been in one area where blond hair had been a sign of fertility. It was almost worth it to sacrifice some of his hair when nude women were tugging at it. Then again, he'd been in another where English pale skin was a sign of evil and required a (far too) lengthy ritual that ended in unnecessary flaying of a body. Namely his. Seeing as how he didn't want to be pinned to someone's wall for eternity, he had gotten out of there quick.

But trying to take his lucky Zippo lighter was not going to happen.

Keeping it closed tightly in his hand and ignoring to the best of his ability the busty lady trying to con it from him, John sidestepped and barely avoided a second pickpocket.

"Oi! Try taking something I don't need! Did you see that man walk by with that big black coat? I bet that would be much better."

It was like being back at the Souq except that no one was trying to sell him all the useless trinkets they did most tourists.

Edited (grammar. I can do it.) 2016-01-24 09:29 (UTC)

[Wait... You Want My What Now?]

Jay's in the process of checking out one of the vendors when a stray hand reaches for the glasses on his face. They're sunglasses, white and bold and definitely not something he needs to survive, but something he's still rather attached to.

In an instant, the young man snaps out a hand to catch the wrist of the thief, his expression one of mock scolding. "Whoa, whoa, steady on there little thief. Uncle Jay will be needing those back."

His tone is light, and his expression shifts to match. If anything, Jay looks amused. The Kedan's hand earns a firm but non-damaging squeeze. "Now come on, I know they're pretty shwanky but it's time to let them go."

The Kedan however, grips the sunglasses that little bit tighter.

"C'mon, kid. Give it up," Jay says with a grin, tightening his hold a little more. "I ain't gonna warn you again."

[Sea prunes, get your sea prunes right here!]

There's a thing on his plate and it's wriggling. Jay's seen some strange things in his life, but this has got to be towards the top of the weird-o-meter scale. His eyebrows arch in question as he looks from the vendor to the food, before leaning in to sniff at the odd looking morsel.

"Y'know," he starts, smirking at the vendor in amusement. "If there's a trick to eating these little suckers, you should probably let me know. Otherwise I'm just gonna go for it."

Edited (i can word so good) 2016-01-24 09:50 (UTC)

New people came and went at the Hotel. Foreigners, kedan... Erskine had long since stopped paying them much heed. He had a few friends living in the Hotel, and of course he shared a room with Shudder, but other than that he kept his head down and did his work, and tried to stay out of sight in the meantime.

Of course the sight of an almost unnaturally beautiful man in a three-piece suit cleaning the Hotel always tended to draw a few bemused stares, but he'd learned to live with that. As one does.

He should have been done with his work hours ago--he liked to finish early, while almost everyone was still out in the city at work, so he could move about the Hotel without bumping into too many people. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that today was the day he ordinarily ran a vacuum through the common room. Even more unfortunately, perhaps, there was someone sitting in the common room. He couldn't run a noisy vacuum with patrons in there. Eventually he decided to settle for the carpet sweeper. He'd just have to run the vacuum tomorrow.

The pretty man in the impeccably tailored suit moved quietly through the common area, eyes down, skirting around the edge of the area where John was sitting. Pushing a carpet sweeper through the room wasn't perhaps the most dignified of tasks, but he'd long since given up on dignity where his job was concerned. Sweeping the carpets was better than cleaning the toilets, at least. He came to the first armchair in his path and paused, lifting a hand, palm upward, toward the chair. The chair began to levitate gently, and when it was a good three feet off the carpet Erskine used his free hand to run the sweeper underneath.

[ sea prunes ]

"I think the trick is having them a little less, ah, fresh," Elizabeth offers with a smile, overhearing the question and giving Jay a sympathetic glance from an angle the vendor couldn't see. "The special of the day certainly is special."

Her words earn a chuckle, low and sincere and Jay shoots Elizabeth a glance. There's a pause from the man at the sight of her, before he looks again to the squirming item on his plate. While Jay might seem a little unsure of the food, he's certainly amused and most definitely up for the challenge.

"Not gonna lie, I'm wondering if I have to stick it with a fork or somethin' before I eat it," he answers, voice a little lower than before and words just for Elizabeth.

Jay leans a little her way and shoots her a mischievous look. "You're not gonna run screaming if I just bite into it, are you?"

Because that would definitely ruin his day.

Elizabeth raises her chin and her bright blue eyes gleam. "I think you'll find it takes more than that to unnerve me," she said defiantly. "Maybe I'll have one too, and then I can ask you if you'll run screaming."

Now that gets a grin. The girl has fight in her and that is something Jay can respect. "In that case, maybe you should."

Not waiting for a definite reply from Elizabeth, Jay orders a second helping of the 'special' for his new companion. "Bon appétit, my dear lady. I promise to keep my manly shrieking to a minimum."

With a wink, Jay picks up the purple, wiggling tentacle-like fruit and takes a large bite from it. Whatever it is, it's juicy, and sure as he'd been that it was some kind of fruit or veg, now that he's tasted it, he's really not so sure.

With the wager made, Elizabeth doesn't even consider backing down from the challenge, even though the squirming thing that arrives courtesy of Jay's second order. She bites into hers just a half-second behind him, and although her nose wrinkles mightily at the texture -- because oh god, it's still moving, how is she supposed to chew this? -- before she manages to swallow.

It's a taste unlike anything she's ever tried before, but then, she hasn't had a world of ingredients to experiment with. "Well," Elizabeth says after clearing her throat a little more forcefully than normal. "It's... interesting..."

The man in the big black coat happened to be Klaus. He had been quite distracted with a recent purchase from the flower shop, and hadn't noticed the fuss until he was specifically pointed out. The pick-pocket took one look at the seven foot tall fanged ginger and decided there were easier marks in the sky sector.

"I do apologize," Klaus rumbled, tucking the pot of petunias under one arm. "I hadn't realized you were being hassled. Are you alright, sir?"

Balthier had an almost pathological aversion to children, but a magnetic attraction to a good story. Especially a good story about a place he'd never been.

So he hung back from the throng of attentive eight year olds, leaning against a tree with his arms folded, but listening quite intently. Paris didn't sound magical. In fact, there was hardly a mention of actual magic at all. But the way she described the place, you'd never know that. Maybe it was magical to her, and Balthier reckoned that's all that mattered in the long run.

To him, it sounded a lot like Bhujerba, with it's narrow, hilly streets, little shops, and old architecture. In other words - charming.

When the story had wrapped up, it wasn't just the children applauding.

"It does look primitive enough, but I think this city has more to offer than what's in their market." Bound and determined to believe there's some kind of transport. "That is if we don't get 'rescued' sooner." But he wasn't too fond of being in someone's debt. Not if there was a way to solve the problem himself,

and with help from his frequent partner.

"Perhaps whoever is in charge might be willing to help us. From what I've pieced together the jedi aren't too well known here. That may work in our favor." A well placed mind trick perhaps.

There were many things about Keeliai that were unfamiliar, but then, even a city in her own world would be utterly alien to her. Every step was a lesson and her knowledge was growing exponentially over a matter of days.

Why can't you understand, Yorda? You can't survive in the world outside.

Her mother had repeated that in some capacity, again and again and again. But here she was, in a city. With people. She was alive and whole. She felt, for the first time, a rush of hope and confidence. She took a turn down an alley that she knew led back to the Midnight Hotel...

...And felt the prickle of something horribly familiar. If she had organs, her heart would have dropped into her stomach.

Her pace slowed, and her ears twitched as she scanned the darkness, waiting for the crackle of waking shadows.

"I won't go back," she said, defiant. There was still a crack in her voice though.

Dramatic Chase Scene!...minus the drama

[Riah knew something was up when he heard the rumbling and the ground beneath him begin to shake. Instincts told him not to stick around to find out what it was. Unfortunately his instincts weren't as quick as he'd like.

A moment later three teenage kedan turned the corner running down the street towards him. They laughed wildly and hooted with excitement as the blew by him. Then Riah saw the source of the noise as the rumbling became even more intense. An entire herd of kirin stampeded around the corner and straight towards him.

Riah let out what could only be called a squawk of surprise before turning and fleeing down the street at full sprint while the enraged kirin tried to run him down. He really thought he was done with running for his life.]

[Wildcard]

[There are probably a hundred different, easier ways for Riah to find what he's looking for. The problem is that most of those ways involve talking with people and haggling. Both things Riah is awful at doing. So that's why he's doing a bit of dumpster diving today.

He rummages through any trash he can find, searching for a bit of scrap metal there or some bits of junk here and stuffing it into a bag. Riah enjoys fixing what most people think of as junk or building something new out of what's broken. Unfortunately, a large problem with dumpster diving is that it makes you look like a vagrant.]

"The situation is more complicated than you realize, Anakin."

Much. MUCH more complicated.

"I've spoken with a few who are stranded here like us. We are no longer even in our own galaxy. People have been brought here from many different worlds, ones I've never heard of, and even... different times."

It boggled the mind really, but he had found no reason to disbelieve what they've been saying.

Edited 2016-01-24 18:46 (UTC)

Incoming!...who wants to do some fly fishing?

[The sound of panicked shouts fill a crowded street as kedan desperately try to get out of the way. At the center of the commotion hangs a large troll and one of the smaller flying creatures. From a distance it looks like it's trying to lift Kevas away for a snack, but if someone gets closer they'll see it's actually Kevas who's holding onto the creature while it tries desperately to shake him off.

It looks just as confused and terrified as the fleeing kedan do. Kevas on the other hand grins madly.]

Where ya think ya be goin' ya ovahsized turkey!

[The creature screeches again, flapping its wings harder and lifting them both into the air a little more.]

Hey! Hey! Quit dat already! Just give it up!

SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE!...FORM OF A BAD IDEA!

[When you're over seven feet tall, have tusks and blue skin, and wear an extremely flamboyant hat wherever you go people might think you'd stick out. Living in a city full of shapeshifters helps mitigate that problem. Knowing how to make yourself disappears helps even more.

Most of his life Kevas has only been good at a select few things: infiltration, espionage, and killing. (Also drinking and flirting up a storm with any woman with a pulse but that's a story for another time.) Fortunately for Kevas someone is always looking to get an edge over someone else. One just needs to know where to find such an opportunity.

Tonight Kevas tails a kedan through the backstreets of the city to find some clandestine meeting between some powerful organizations. One way or another, tonight he plans on making a name for himself. Then once he gets his foot in the door he can really get his plans moving.

That is, if all things go according to plan tonight.]

[Valdis wasn't sure what made her pause in her rooftop maneuvering to glance down into the alley below her, but the sight of the man going through the trash held her attention. She sat on the edge of the roof, folding one leg over the other to watch him, an amused smile on her face.]

What's a handsome man like you doing going through the garbage?

"They don't usually go for the way obvious marks like that," a voice called to him from behind. "I'm almost surprised they went for you. Pockets like that...it practically screams 'trap'."

The voice was female. And young. Eighteen, at most, though with a certain tone that implied she was very familiar with the neighborhood. If he were to turn around, he would see dark black hair, blues eyes...and both an oversized sweater and pants that lacked visible pockets of any kind. (Definitely familiar with the neighborhood.)

She wasn't looking at him right then, but scanning the area until she found what she was looking for. Three little street urchins with extremely guilty looks on their faces. Rather than yell or shout for help, however, she bent down and motioned with a finger for them to come over. They hesitated at first, but their leader--a boy no more than twelve--eventually stepped forward.

One hand raised, and with a flick of her wrist, a coin appeared. She looked rather pleased with herself, offering it to them...but the leader simply crossed his arms and sent her an unimpressed look right back. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her other hand, which had two more coins in it. One for each of them. Satisfied, the boys each accepted their gift before running back off into the crowd.

"Then again..." Almost like an afterthought, the young woman straightened her posture, dusting off her hands as she turned back to him. "Many of the locals in this area are pretty good at sniffing out New Arrivals. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost call it magic."

[Riah jumps with a start, dropping his bag as his head whips right then left before finally looking up. He definitely did not expect to find someone spying on him from the rooftops, or at all for that matter.]

Just uh...just looking for junk. You know, stuff no one wants anymore.

[He grabs his bag as if it to prove that's all he's doing. Riah suddenly feels very embarrassed that someone caught he digging through the trash.]

[She laughs]

You might be the first foreigner who has ever stooped to digging through trash in order to make money.

[A pause and she tips her head.]

That is what you are doing, right?

Uh, no, I mean not really.

[He reaches into the bag pulling out what looks like a child's broken toy.]

I like to fix stuff and people throw out stuff they think is useless so...

[Riah simply shrugs, no longer looking at the stranger on the roof.]

If no one else wants it then I'll find ways to use it.

[She stares at him blankly ad then shrugs as well]

To each their own, I suppose.

[Riah looks up only to see her starring at him and looks again. An uneasy feeling begins to slowly crawl down his spine.]

Guess so.

[He drops the toy back into his bag and throws it over his shoulder.]

Is there something I can do for you or...?

[There must be some reason she started talking to him right?]

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Test Drive Meme | #35

Pitch Black | Rise of the Guardians

Elizabeth (Bioshock Infinite)

Horo; Spice & Wolf

John Constantine | Constantine/DCU

Jay Kulina | Kingdom

Midnight Hotel!

let's all word together??

word party word party!!!!

shake it shake it

\o\ /o/ ~o7

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wait... you want my what now?!

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I wish I could, your Obi-Wan is presh

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Zachariah Cash | OC

Aw too bad. But thank you! <3

Kevas | World of Warcraft

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[Wait...you want my what now?]

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