tushanshu_ooc | Test Drive Meme

Entry tags:

#test drive

Test Drive Meme | #39

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 uncontrollable urge to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Anything goes!

Threaded | Flat

[4]

[It still feels weird patrolling a completely new city. Guardian still doesn't recognize these rooftops yet. More than once he got lost just trying to find his way back to his place. Nothing quite takes away the hero mystique like asking a civilian for directions.

One thing that never changes though is crime. Even in a city as alien as this Guardian knows criminal activity. There's still plenty of work to keep a hero busy, and tonight feels like it's going to be another long night with little sleep.

His power armor makes jumping from building to building a none issue. Guardian has little trouble keeping track of the three kedan moving through the alleys below him. After years of doing this he knows a gang when he sees one. These three look like their on a mission and Guardian wants to know what it is. More than that, he wants to keep them from hurting anyone.]

[6]

[GABE NEEDS FOOD BADLY.

His stomach grumbles and whines as he looks for something tasty and most importantly, cheap. Once again he's broke. After showing up at his job barely awake or not showing up at all for nearly three weeks straight he's been fired...again. Gabe can't really blame anyone but himself for it either. If only he was as good at living a normal life as he was at playing superhero.

He finally stops at a vendor he orders the cheapest thing on their menu. When Gabe tries to pay however, he runs into a bit of a problem. After digging through every last one of his pockets he comes up a couple juulan short.

Gabe tries to give the vendor his very best smile. It looks more like a grimace than anything else.]

So I don't suppose that maybe we can just start a tab?

[The vendor looks hardly impressed.]

[1]

[Death takes a rather simple approach to haggling. She smiles pleasantly and speaks in her cheeriest voice. Really, she's only doing this because it seems to be expected in this particular market]

Oh no, that won't do at all. There must be a lower price that works for both of us.

[9]

[Death notices the divebombing apparently not so extinct after all creature in time to simply... not be where it was diving. There's nothing flashy, just one second she's in its path, the next she's a safe distance away.]

Everyone okay?

[She's learned enough to be able to help, if they're not]

Edited 2016-03-31 18:48 (UTC)

Option 1) -Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace

(Marie had found that trying to navigate the marketplace was something (in a way) familiar, or at least she thought it left like second nature. The sound of the people bustling around and the shouts of vendors who were either calling out to possible customers or were haggling or arguing about price with others. Of course, this world was different, they all seemed to be. Giant Turtles or not.

Of course, everything also brought back memories and she found herself easily overwhelmed in thought. That made it easy for some overly curious kedan to surround her and begin to more or less start rooting through her purse and look for some pockets to nose through while they can. It only takes feeling her purse almost beginning tugged off of her to snap out of it and begin to curse and snap in German.

Which didn't seem to be working so well so she switches over to English and just in time for one of them to find a small coin purse she kept hidden on her person.)

Hey, let go! Let go of me... no, you can't have that! Let go of it! (She quickly grabs for it and this allows her small knife to be taken from her by another being and she actually looks more than annoyed, she looks more pissed and horrified.)

Scheiße! No, you can't have that either! Let that go! Scheiße! Scheiße! Scheiße!

Edited 2016-04-01 00:01 (UTC)

6
Qui-Gon was not daunted by food that moved - it took a lot to surprise him. But it didn't mean he was going to eat it, however. He picked what looked like a little brown blob off the plate and held it in the palm of his hand. It was definitely alive, he could feel the Living Force still in it.

"Hello there."

The blob wriggled, but sat happily while Qui-Gon petted it.

9
Qui-Gon stood his ground as the creature flew towards him. Since most people ran from it, he guessed it wasn't used to being stood up to. He hoped that would dissuade it from injuring him.

It didn't work.

Qui-Gon ducked at the last minute, rolling in the mud. The creature gave a cry designed to strike terror in the hearts of living beings. It didn't do that to Qui-Gon exactly, but he was a little concerned about his ability to escape, when he was on his own in the middle of a muddy field.

[2]
[There's a chase underway in the marketplace; a rather panicked looking kedan pickpocket in the lead with a determined looking redhead not far behind. The pickpocket holds a purse in his hand and seems pretty damn keen to get away with the goods. He's trashing the place behind him, taking the hard path wherever he can, ducking and diving and doing whatever it takes to get rid of her.

Sadly for him, the woman doesn't seem to be letting up. As a table comes crashing down in her path, Emma leaps to jump over it. It's a clear enough path, though an impressive bound for someone of her size and stature. She's fitter than she looks. Provided nothing and no one gets in her way mid flight, her landing and pursuit should continue as planned.]

[10]
[There's a T-Rex in the wood sector. A freaking. T-Rex. Emma's seen some crazy stuff in her time but this sure as hell takes the cake.

Thus there she is, pressed against a tree and trying to remember what the movies told her about dinosaurs. The movies wouldn't lie, right? What was the line that one guy said? 'They can't see us if we don't move'. That right now is the best plan she's got. Stick to the tree like glue and try not to breathe too heavy or draw attention in any way.

The pistol in her hand feels so small and obsolete.]

[1]

[It's a cooler day than usual and Nilin's jacket just isn't quite enough to keep her warm. Adamant as she'd been that the clothes she had would suffice, there's a crisp, icy chill to the breeze that day that's making her exploring a little less comfortable to get through.

Try as she might, none of the vendors so far have had quite what she's after. Sure they're offering plenty of things that will keep her warm, but robes and oversized woolen jumpers really aren't her thing. So when she spies something leather, lined and looking like it once belonged to a foreigner like herself, Nilin makes a grab for it.

Only, someone else just happens to have the same idea.]

[4]

[As the light fades and the streets turn to darkness, one might capture a glimpse of a woman on the rooftops, silently making her way from building to building with relative ease. She vanishes from time to time, reappearing a short while later a ways down the path.

She's stealthy in everything she does, but if someone were perceptive enough they might spy enough of her to take notice and watch her further. It seems she's following someone and lucky for her, that someone hasn't noticed her yet.

At the turn from a side street onto a more major one, she slows her pace again and prepares to drop to the street, carefully picking a place out of view to do so. Just as she's about to let herself fall, a stranger turns her way and begins to walk clueless under where she hangs from the side of the building. The woman rolls her eyes and waits. There's really nothing else to do.

As soon as she can, she's back on the street and cursing under her breath. Whoever she was following is gone into the crowd.]

Dammit, I almost had you!

[While she doesn't yell, she's definitely annoyed. A few people glance her way and a few more stare at the sight of her. It's not every day you see a foreigner with a yellow disc floating at the back of their head. Grumpily, she pulls her hood up.]

Edited (i forgot a header i win at life) 2016-04-02 13:59 (UTC)

[ 1 ]

[ so rather than stroll about the streets as a giant alien robot or roll down them as a tank, Megatron elects to use a more discrete means to move about. his holo avatar is far from ideal, but he has neither the time nor patience to tweak it repeatedly.

honestly he isn't invested in anything that these creatures are trying to offer, but that doesn't stop him from at least looking. so when someone snatches a little bobble right from his fingers? his jaw tightens, but there's no desire to fight for it. ]

Take it then. [ and he'll just wave it off dismissively. ] It's cheaply made.

[ 9 ]

[ well the good thing about being approximately 30ft himself means that these flying reptiles aren't as big as he. previously the former warlord wouldn't have been caught dead willingly helping out any sort of organic life, there have been some drastic changes in the last year or so. see, the screaming brought on by these creatures swooping is disturbing in more ways than one - annoying, yes, but it also reminds him of the past that he's been trying to outrun.

violence isn't the way that he wants to go about this. ironically, the tyrant that's slaughtered billions either by his hand or indirectly, doesn't even want to kill these flying beasts. thus his method of going about helping? Megatron grabs the thing by the wings and holds it off so at least the populace can get out of harms way.

of course it doesn't escape his notice, how funny this might look to someone that actually knows him. ]

[ Wild Card ]

[ got something different in mind? hit me up! ]

Edited 2016-04-05 02:21 (UTC)

[5]

[ Normally Vergil doesn't have an issue moving about people. Every now and then he will get a glance in his direction but either the fact that they are ignored or met with an icy glare usually deters anyone from approaching. However, someone has decided to be brave. Vergil doesn't appreciate being pulled by his arm. He's even less pleased by the fact the kedan keeps point to the sword at his side. ]

It's not for sale.

[ That doesn't seem to deter the kedan. Everything has a price! The haggling? Vergil doesn't appreciate it. His mood is souring by the second. Temper flaring, Yamato soon finds its way out of its sheath and at the throat of the source of his annoyance. ]

As I said: it's not for sale. Go away.

[Wild Card]

[ Hit me with something else! ]

[By now running for one's life, whatever the reason, should really be par the course. In Ahsoka's defense, it's rarely because of something she's ~~directly~~ done.

So really, how could she have known that things would go south? One moment Ahsoka is helping what she thinks to be a dog than in the next she's met with growling, snarling beasts.

Which takes us to the now, where Ahsoka is running with these things hot on her heels. Of course taking a wrong left would put her right into a populated area because that is just her luck, isn't it? Nothing can ever go smoothly, can it? So cue one Padawan gently pushing people out of the way with a warning on her lips. Perhaps even using the Force to knock over a crate or two to try to discourage the beasts from following.]

Edited 2016-04-05 03:38 (UTC)

[2]

[ He could be doing better things in his life than this. Chasing rogue Decepticons. Returning to the Lost Light with Ratchet. Having the first trip through a genuine washrack in don't ask how long.

Instead? Drift is in full foot-powered flight, pelting down the narrow, booth-lined 'street' as safely as a 17 foot robot carrying more swords than hands possibly can. The swordmech is dodging marketplace shoppers, low hanging merchandise and other obstructions with an absurd level of grace--emphasis on the absurd--with an 80% success rate. (sorry, sorry, he'll pay for that later!)

Now what type of horrors would send a metal creature of this size and obvious athletic ability--not to mention the swords--running in full retreat? The high pitched screeching from behind him might be a clue, a swarm of small figures trailing closely behind, jostling each other to get at him, arms outstretched and tiny hands grasping.

Drift glances back over his shoulder, dentae gritted, as the cries from behind grow closer. It's a dangerous prospect though, as he's certain to run smack into something--or someone--as the swarm of kedan children begin to close the distance, their peels of laughter and screeching child-like voices resolving into one word: ] BUUNNNNYYYY!!

[ No really. ] --the frag did I do to deserve this!?!

[7]

[ Things today aren't feeling right. Exploring was never bad...until one started feeling like The Explored instead of the other way around. The cool, prickly feeling still crawls like so many clawed feet over Drift's white plating as he sits in what he hopes to be meditation, trying to shake whatever this is seeping into his aura, turning the invisible hues darker no matter his mood. The spectralist can't find his grounding, and that sheer fact increases his agitation, the grip on the sword lain across his lap moving from reverent gentleness to vice-like.

Drift presumes he's chosen an out-of-the way place to take this moment to himself, but in reality? He's far more likely to be disturbed than he thinks. Leaving his other two short swords just out of reach might have seemed like a noble choice for the safety of any passersby given his mood---but given his day? That's likely to prove to be folly as well. ]

[WILDCARD]

(( Inspired by something else? I love improving surprises, hit me with whatever you got! ))

Edited 2016-04-06 05:29 (UTC)

.5

[For all that she's used to standing out, being in a place like this just takes it to an entirely different level. It's lo-tech, at least by even the minimal standards she's used to, and more than enough stares and double-takes have been directed towards her as she makes her way along the crowded streets.

She's glad that her gear for the most part is kept close to her, and while her internal comm built into her helmet doesn't seem to work, the sensors and microcameras do, for which she's more than thankful as she can keep an eye all around her even while she moves forward. Training and missions aplenty have given her more than enough experience to know when she's getting more attention than can possibly be good.

Plus, she has an idea of what these two might be after, given they'd already directly confronted her not too long ago. Like she's going to sell her beskar'gam! Given they're far from Mandalore Sabine doesn't expect them to understand the importance of one's armor, and she'd given them the benefit of the doubt once they'd apologized and she'd gone her way.

...but apparently they hadn't taken the hint.

Once she reaches a good spot, she steps off to the side, out of the immediate foot traffic as she keeps her eyes open, picking out the two that have been tailing her.]

.9

Guess these aren't like the ones I read about from Onderon..!

[They had been magnificent creatures to watch from afar, but Sabine's eagerness upon seeing them close up has quickly turned, given that the incoming winged things had only drawn nearer with interests in finding a quick meal. She sees the kedan running for cover in a panic as several swoop down from the sky.]

-look out!

[Dancing aside to narrowly avoid a stray flap of one's wing, the young Mandalorian whips out her dual blaster pistols and opens fire as yet another creature aims for a screaming local. It abruptly veers off course with an irritated shriek. Again she takes aim and shoots at another, aiming to drive the bat-winged beasts back while people run for cover. It's hard to keep track of everything that's moving, and while she can ultimately fire in two directions simultaneously, she doesn't want to chance hitting anyone.

Still, she does her best at having people's backs. But who has hers?]

[Riku was used to illusions and seeing things that weren't necessarily real. It came with the territory of exploring the world of dreams, the way he had for his Mark of Mastery. Despite that, seeing Sora, Kairi, and everyone else he'd met on his adventures made him smile. He knew it wasn't real, but he let himself take it in anyway.]

I promise...I won't let you guys down. I know the Keyblade chose me for a reason, and I'm gonna do my best to see it through.

[As if bidden, the Way to the Dawn Keyblade appears in Riku's hand. He holds it in front of himself to get a good look at it, still amazed that a Keyblade found it's way to himm, even after all he'd done when he was trying to find Kairi.]

Threaded | Flat

Gaberiel Knight/Guardian | OC

Death | Sandman

Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series

Qui-Gon Jinn, Star Wars

Emma Dahl | OC

Nilin | Remember Me

Megatron | Transformers IDW

Vergil | Devil May Cry

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars | 2

Drift | Transformers IDW | brackets or prose welcome