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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!
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  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!
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anders | dragon age 2

[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-25 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ 5/6 ]

[ Holding his own in a bustling marketplace is not something Anders is unaccustomed to; he's survived Lowtown at high noon and plied his way through the even seedier crowds beneath the docks without losing his footing (or, too often, his purse, light as it tends to be). But even the most suffocating throng in Kirkwall was still a familiar one - the most remarkable sight among so many Fereldans and Free Marchers the occasional qunari looking stoically lost. This, though - this is something else.

His own paranoid penchant for watching the crowds around him (always his own lookout, in case of templars, or carta, or any other rabble-rousers looking to start a dangerous commotion - or looking for him) backfires spectacularly as Anders struggles to take in half of what he's seeing. The kedan come in all shapes and sizes and colors - some recognizable, if off-pallet, some bizarre beyond imagining. And trying to keep an eye on all of them as they mill about around him is a dizzying effort.

Especially when he's trying to barter on one side and ward off the handful of overeager onlookers who have fast become fascinated with the feathered ruff of his robes on the other. ]


Are you certain you haven't got anything less-- [ Colorful? Strange? Alive? Whatever he was about to say is lost as Anders feels a very distinct tug at the back of his jacket, and rounds on the crowd at his back. ] Hey! I felt that! You--!

[ Unfortunately, the kedan who finally worked up the gall to simply pluck a feather from his coat disappears into the crowd before he can get a good look, and the rest remain unhelpfully silent on the matter, turning back to their own business, for the moment. Anders' outrage fizzles, his expression souring, and he turns back to the fruit vendor in front of him with a disconsolate mutter. ] Oh, fine. Take it, then. I suppose I can stand to lose a few. ...Unless all the birds here are as poisonous looking as the fruit.

[ A nice black crow, a plain red apple - he's homesick for mundanity, already. ]

[ 9 ]

[ There are things in life for which one can easily prepare, even when given precious little notice: a burst of chokedamp, a charging ogre - even an obligatory invitation to a fancy Orlesian party. But crooked, beaky little dragons falling out of the sky is not one of them.

Anders was rather enjoying his first palatable meal since coming to the city (the Water sector a pleasant surprise in many ways), but it's rather difficult to continue when half the patio seating around him is abruptly taken out by a crash-landing - something or other. Tables and chairs are flung away in its wake, as the shrieking tangle of limbs skids across the pavement. He's on his feet in an instant, nearly toppling his chair in his haste to avoid joining the casualties of furniture (and a few unlucky kedan, too). He scoops his staff up off the ground, brandishing it cautiously before him as the not-quite-a-dragon disentangles itself from a couple of badly warped chairs - neither of which it's much bigger than. A baby, then.

Not that that arouses even the slightest bit of sympathy in Anders, as he whips his staff around with practiced ease, cracking the disorientated creature over the head with the weighted, spiky end. The fact that there are no consequences for using magic in public escaping him, however briefly.

He only remembers that there are no templars here to stop him when he takes another glance around to survey the patio carnage, and then it's almost sheepishly that he asks, ]


Anybody need healing?

[ wildcard ]

[ it's just cats, it's anders covered in cats. ...or this is a placeholder for (insert alternate prompt here), if you'd prefer to order off-menu. ]
fadedchampion: (≈ He wanted to do ... demony things.)

Wildcard;

[personal profile] fadedchampion 2016-01-25 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[On the whole, this place isn't bad. It's ... weird, but no weirder than most things Hawke has seen, to be fair. Actually, it reminds him of what he imagined Orlais might be like, from his mother's stories about it. So he's just strolling down the street, eating something-on-a-stick (he's not looking too closely) when he comes across a pile of ...]

What are those?

[They could almost be cats, except that some of them have scales. Or feathers. And plumage ... things. And the way the tails curl suggest they're curling independently. Magically mutated cats?]

Uh ... is there someone under there? Because while I'm known for being a dramatic fighter for the little people, I'm not sure I could bring myself to kill things that meow. Or ... whatever sound that is.
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-25 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are few things in this world - or any other - that could summon Anders willingly out of the clutches of a whole clowder of cats (even ones as admittedly strange as those the Dreaming might create). But Hawke's voice is one of them. Or, probably the only one. Even muffled beyond a lot of off-key purring and weird little yipping meows, the cadence is clearly familiar, the same start as always jogging his heart into his throat.

But still, he's careful, as he extracts an arm to gently push aside a couple of sleek and scaly bodies. And finds that he is not mistaken, after all, and that is absolutely Hawke staring down at him - with a mildly perplexed look on his face.

Well. Now he's just embarrassed. ]


I'm - quite all right. [ Pushing aside a few more mewing cat-chimeras, Anders sits up out of the mass (doing nothing to dissuade the cat that curls up in his arms - but they won't last forever, and he intends to make the most of something genuinely pleasant). ] Not in need of any rescuing. They're just a bit... ah, friendlier than I was expecting.

[ But how exactly this happened is just - not important, really. (Not at all.) So he tries to change the subject, ] That thing you're eating is probably more dangerous than they are. Maker, what is that?
fadedchampion: (≈ She could be waving!)

[personal profile] fadedchampion 2016-01-25 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, it's Anders. Instantly Hawke relaxes.]

I should've known it was you the moment I saw the pile.

[He nudges one of the--oh, alright, fine; call them cats--with the toe of his boot, and within seconds has three of them wrestling with the leather. Or trying to, and in the process causing Hawke to wobble. Especially when he takes a second look at the whatever-on-the-stick.]

Whatever it is, it hasn't killed me yet.

[He's fairly sure there's some spindly legs there. He's hoping it's one of those deepsea bugs he's heard Isabela talk about. Lopstars, or ... something.]

Here.

[He sends it sailing end over end toward Anders--quite the feat, with what's rapidly approaching a dozen cats making it difficult for him to stand.]

If you don't feed them soon, they might wind up eating us. Wouldn't my brother love that?
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-25 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Anders' awkward fluster subsides, somewhat, as he watches a handful of the overzealous sort-of felines peel off from the pack and glom onto Hawke (see? it really is that easy).

He's still not sure how he feels about Hawke just naturally assuming it would be him under a pile of cats. It could have been anyone, honestly. But that's beside the point.

And he forgets entirely to be offended by that in favor of being offended by Hawke discarding his meal in his general direction, anyway. That whatever-it-is looks ready to wiggle off the stick, even with a few bites taken out of it - and Anders makes an indignant noise that comes out sounding sort of like Hawke!

...Of course, the cats are just as fast to snatch up their new prey, and a small swarm of them quickly subsume the treat. Anders extracts himself from the pile, anyway, another leaping to cling to his shoulders as he stands. He dusts himself off almost primly without dislodging the one in his arms. ]


They're not going to eat anyone. They're sweet. [ Even the ugly ones with spindly legs!! ] ...And I'm still not entirely sure whether they're strictly real or not, either way.
fadedchampion: (≈ I think it'd be hard to turn you down.)

[personal profile] fadedchampion 2016-01-29 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[It shouldn't be this easy! It's ... it's demeaning, that's what it is. Even though anyone who's seen Hawke talk to his dog would say he's already gone over that line. At least the dog doesn't climb up his limbs and refuse to be peeled off.]

I don't know about that. Look at them!

[He lifts his arm, where one is perched, clinging with claws, and staring lazily at Hawke.]

They're practically vicious. Look at this place.

[He flings out his hands and winces at the claws digging into his arm.]

Ow. I'm not so sure they're some dastardly manifestation, myself. If they were, wouldn't they look like ordinary cats? Evil kitties with scales is more this place's speed.

[Just look at the birds.]
edgeoftheknife: (pic#9276075)

5/6

[personal profile] edgeoftheknife 2016-01-25 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The little yellow spiky ones aren't so bad, really.

[The voice, in a lilting accent that Anders probably wouldn't recognize (Irish), comes from behind him. A second later and a hooded figure steps up beside him at the fruit stall, male, not quite six feet tall, wearing a jacket with the aforementioned hood pulled up. His hands are in his pockets and he regards the spread of fruit for a moment before turning his head just slightly toward Anders. His face, what little of it is visible under the hood, is beautiful, with unnaturally pretty eyes. He doesn't quite look at Anders, but moves his head just enough so that his voice can be heard more easily around the din of the marketplace.]

Stay away from the purple waxy ones, though. The ones that look like plums. They aren't. I'm pretty sure they weren't meant to be digested by humans.

[He pauses, and turns a little more toward Anders, considering.]

Assuming you're human, of course.
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-25 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At first blush, he almost thinks he can place that accent. It sounds a little like Starkhaven - but no, there's something distinctly off that marks it other, still, and the moment's brush with almost-familiarity fades before Anders can even open his mouth in reply.

But his guard slips a fraction, anyway, as he turns to get a better look at the stranger who's interrupted his thoughts. While, ordinarily, Anders wouldn't consider himself such a sucker for a pretty face, the comfortable familiarity of an attractive human one is a pleasant surprise, in its own right.

Putting back the bluish gourd he was inspecting with some marked skepticism, he turns a critical eye to the pointy, yellow offerings piled high on the cart - and then back to the stranger-not-from-Starkhaven, as he appears to be eyeing Anders in the same fashion. ]


Of course I'm human. What do I look like to you, a great talking nug? [ By comparison, probably. ]
edgeoftheknife: (pic#9230072)

[personal profile] edgeoftheknife 2016-01-25 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
If I knew what that was, maybe I could tell you.

[He chuckles quietly, offering a slight smile.]

It doesn't pay to assume, here. You could be anything, from anywhere. How would I know? The kedan are all shapeshifters. One of my best friends is a shapeshifter. You could be a robot. [A pause, and the smile slips.] You could be a vampire.

[Please don't be a vampire. He would really prefer you weren't a vampire.]

But now that we've established that you're human, definitely don't eat the purple fruit.

[The smile creeps back, just a little. He pauses.]

New, I take it?
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-26 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
If I knew what that was.

[ Anders shrugs, picking through the yellow fruit before him with a very slight, wry smile of his own. (Robot? Vampire? Now he's speaking another language altogether.)

Selecting a few likely candidates off the top of the vendor's pile, Anders trades a coin over with the kedan manning the cart, and tucks his purchase away in one of the pouches hanging from his belt. Well. Better to take a stranger's advice than trust his admittedly lost intuition. ]


I prefer to think of it as being a few days old. What about you? I suppose you've been here a while, if you've tried all the fruit.
edgeoftheknife: (pic#9275635)

[personal profile] edgeoftheknife 2016-01-26 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I don't know if I've tried all of it. I certainly remember the purple one, though.

[A wider smile now, lopsided and friendly. He'll assume for now that that's a 'no' on the vampire part. Can't go around assuming everyone's a soulless monster, after all.]

I've been here... [His gaze drops for a moment as he tries to remember.] Eight months, I think? Something like that. It's easy to lose track of time here--or at least it is for me--but Anton keeps a calendar up at the desk in the Hotel. I think it's been eight.

[At the mention of the Hotel he looks back at the other man.]

I assume you've been to the Welcome Center at least, if you've got juulan to spend. Found a place to stay and all that?
stabsbothways: (hmm)

wildcard

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2016-01-25 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Isabela dangled a piece of string above Anders' cat as the mage angsted over something silly, probably. Isabela didn't spend much time trying to get into Ander's head, that was a one-way trip to depressionville, and she liked keeping things as light as possible. ]

So how long until you plan another massive assassination explosion? Just want a heads up so I know what temples and government institutions to not be inside robbing.

[ Okay that sounded heavy but it was a joke so it didn't count, see? ]
Edited 2016-01-25 22:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-25 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He isn't angsting - he's simply thinking. Which... Yes, might look a little serious, from the outside. Because it is, on the inside. But pensive is not brooding, no matter how distractedly he's petting the phantom Pounce that this world's version of the Fade has so graciously allowed him to think into being, as the cat swats idly at Isabela's length of string.

It's not until Isabela speaks that Anders snaps out of it, blinking away that last guilty thought - before fixing her with a flagrantly puzzled look. ]
Um. What?

[ Near as he can recall, the last thing he blew up was a cluster of giant spiders patrolling the Coast. (Or was it qunari? Impossible to remember every fireball.) ]

...This place isn't getting to your head, is it? Usually your non sequiturs are a little more comprehensible.
stabsbothways: (look at all the fucks i give)

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2016-01-25 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not the one sharing a head with a spirit of vengeance. Or are you denying that too?
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-26 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Spirit of Justice, and just because I'm not being actively hunted here, I'd still thank you to keep my personal affairs to yourself.

[ Maybe say it louder next time, Isabela, some of the people on all the other giant floating turtle worlds might not have heard!! ]

Really, did you crack your skull on something? A bedpost? The bar?
stabsbothways: (hmm)

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2016-01-26 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
These people have no idea what any of the taboos from Thedas are. And they don't really care as long as you don't bring up their boogeyman demon king, whatever that was about.

So you really don't need to keep up this 'I never magiced the Kirkwall Chantry up into a blaze of flickering shite' thing you've got going. They don't even know what a chantry is here.
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-26 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
If this is some kind of joke, it's not a very funny one.

[ If Anders is lying, he's doing a remarkably good job of it - which should be the surest tell that he isn't, considering. He can't even cheat at cards (or, well, not usually); how is he supposed to believably deny something like that? ]

Maybe I've... Thought about burning down a few chantries, in my life, but I've never actually done it. [ Not yet, anyway - the notion of some greater action against the monument to apathy and cruel disregard that is Kirkwall's chantry, in particular, is still only just that: a notion. And not one he's yet found the desperation to seriously consider. ]

And if I had, I think I'd remember it. Probably fondly. [ Although there's no mirth in that brief twist of sarcasm. ]
stabsbothways: (Queen)

[personal profile] stabsbothways 2016-01-26 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hmm, well that was admittedly very odd. If this was a fake Anders they were doing a very terrible job of trying to make her believe he was the right one. What did he have to gain by lying?

That was a pretty big thing that happened. She tried to remember some other big important things that happened in Kirkwall. She hadn't been paying attention to most of them, she'd been spending a lot of time dodging horned arseholes.
]

You really didn't blow up the chantry?
handonheart: (disgust)

wildcard

[personal profile] handonheart 2016-01-25 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cats nearly cover their victim completely. Some of the kedan bystanders look amused; others look like they want to help, but aren't sure how to, or perhaps don't know whether said victim wants any help. It all leads to a minor blockade in the street, with kedan rickshaws trying to back up and round the corner before too many other kedan rickshaws get stuck behind them.

It's a curiosity, just like everything else in the city. Despite that, Fenris doesn't mean to stop and examine it - he only means to get close enough to see what the considerable fuss is about. Once that curiosity's satisfied, he means to move on.

Then he recognises the feathered coat just visible beneath five different tails.

With an irritated sigh, he stops.]
Are they all named Ser Pounce-a-lot?
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2016-01-26 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ It started as a very simple demonstration - he was only trying to explain the difference between the bizarre animals he's seen around the city and the ordinary kind he's used to, to a handful of curious kedan. And to his credit, he hadn't even started with a cat. The birds were the most obvious comparison, as nothing around actually seemed analogous to a pet (shades of explaining this same concept to Justice came back to him, at that, but at least no one here had accused him of slave ownership for it).

But, of course, eventually they came around to the feline aspect, and so long as their reality remained as malleable as the Fade, of course he had to show off. He just hadn't been expecting such an enthusiastic response, as more of them willed their own versions of the little beasts into being, until a small horde of them filled the street. Which Anders had then made the mistake of sitting down in the middle of.

It's not exactly a terrible fate, though. Even the cats with too many legs or scales and ridges instead of fur are friendly enough to make up for their spectacular deformities, and he makes an attempt to pet all of them - if only out of appreciation for the locals' efforts. And he really is enjoying himself, until Fenris' voice cuts through the murmur of the crowd.

Anders' expression instantly sours, as he sets aside the feathery creature trying to climb the chest of his robes. ]
Give me some credit. I like to think I'm a little more creative than that.
handonheart: (I enjoy these talks)

[personal profile] handonheart 2016-01-26 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[I give you plenty of credit, Fenris wants to say. Especially where your creativity is concerned.

As much as he would love to be stranded in an unfamiliar city with anyone other than Anders, however, he can't pretend the familiarity isn't welcome. Nor can he pretend it's within his ability to fix whatever went wrong and get back to Kirkwall on his own. He needs a mage's help, and he'd prefer one he knows over the remote possibility he'll find another - and another might turn out to be worse. Beggars, unfortunately, can't be choosers.]


If you've found time to play with cats, I take it you know where we are.

[Alright, he can't be completely civil.]

Can you get us back?