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Test Drive Meme | #42


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??

    (Please note: This scenario isn't applicable to becoming game canon if you choose to app your character, as an alien pterosaur attack is a major event.)

  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 uncontrollable urge to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Anything goes!
eastdetective: (pic#8711713)

Conan Edogawa | Detective Conan

[personal profile] eastdetective 2016-06-11 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
6.
Conan pokes skeptically at the food on his plate.

It moved.

He looks back up at the vendor.

"Are you sure this is safe to eat?"

He almost felt like he should be investigating this instead of eating it.


9.

The first Conan knows of the flying creatures is when one snags him by the back of his short and carries him off.

He is surprised into a single startled cry, but after that he wastes no more time on screaming or panic. Instead he is calmly observing the situation and assessing his chances of getting back to the ground without injury.

He has a few ideas, but a rescue might be appreciated.
Edited 2016-06-11 00:38 (UTC)
wolfishflame: (Watch your six // hollow_art)

Aly Haskell | OC

[personal profile] wolfishflame 2016-06-11 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[dino dna!]

"...all right," Aly said, watching the pterosaurs (pterosaurids? pterosaurians? ptero...ptero...pterodactyls? Aerodactyls?) swoop and dive. "Look, buddy, you stay way up there where you belong, and I'll just..."

One screeched and swept down towards her.

"Neat," she muttered, unhooking the mace from her belt and conjuring a crimson fireball. "Last warning, birdosaurus! Back! Off!"

[dealer's choice]

This place did not look familiar.

Aly chewed her lip, thinking. The Otherside had rules, but not many. It was entirely possible that she'd been drawn to this strange city against her will. And she still felt like she was Otherside. A quick glance at herself confirmed it - leather armor, a copper mace hanging from her belt, and a drab green cloak with a ruff of white fur about her shoulders, held together with a clasp in the shape of a red maple leaf.

She didn't like this. Luckily she still had an escape route. She reached her hand out into the air, turned her wrist, and pulled.

Nothing.

She tried again. Nothing. She let her eyes drift shut, trying not to panic. She could still see all of her lines, but they faded out into nothingness. Even the line she could feel in her hand, the one that connected her to the forest to which she had a land tie.

She didn't like this. Not one bit.

"What the hell is this place?" she asked nobody in particular, trying not to sound agitated.
Edited 2016-06-11 03:09 (UTC)
wolfishflame: (Bout to drag a bitch // hollow_art)

9!

[personal profile] wolfishflame 2016-06-11 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily for Conan, he doesn't have to use any of those ideas.

"Drop the kid, flappy bird!" Aly snarls, and a gout of precisely aimed crimson fire startles the creature into actual-facts dropping him. She runs to catch said kid, and it's lucky the pterosaur-thing hadn't gotten more than fifteen or twenty feet off the ground, because even catching him from that height knocks her on her back. (She didn't plant her feet properly, is why.)

"Ow. You okay, short stuff?" she pants.
eastdetective: (pic#9961620)

[personal profile] eastdetective 2016-06-11 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
A small part of Conan's mind is trying to calculate how any of this is even possible. Where did these pterosaur-like birds come from? Why were they here? How had that girl just managed to generate a stream of fire? Especially since he didn't see any indicators that she was carrying a flamrthrowing device.

Meanwhile, the rest of his mind focuses on sensibly relaxing into the fall and landing correctly. He really didn't have the time right now to deal with the annoyance of a broken bone.

He offers up a bright and childish smile after she catches him. "I'm okay! But that was really scary!"
bymyownway: (alright i'm listening)

Ciri | The Witcher 3

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-12 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
5.
[With a skill set like Ciri's, she's seen her fair share of strangeness. Her time in hiding, ever on the run took her to worlds foreign and new. She saw things she never thought possible and learned more than she'd ever dreamed she could.

But the kedan are something else, and their varied looks have her attention from the get go. Thus she moves about the marketplace, taking in the sights and doing her fair share of 'people-watching'. She's in deep conversation with a merchant when someone yells from a nearby stall, and Ciri looks up to find a rather large kedan about to slam into her, a package under their arm.

Instinct kicks in and she blinks out of view, disappearing where she stands in a flash of blue that streaks across the street at lightning speed. There, she reappears again, just in time to knock right into an unsuspecting stranger.]


Sorry! I'm so sorry.

[But her attention is fixed on the person getting away. Respond?]
dontgiveafock: (side glance)

Joseph Ivers | OC

[personal profile] dontgiveafock 2016-06-12 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
6.
[It's been a long time since Joe has really been around people. Getting stuck on a destroyed, mostly lifeless planet at the far edge of the galaxy does things to a man. Back in the day he might of been different, cheerful and sociable, making conversation with strangers at ease and finding the situation enjoyable.

Being alone for so long has dulled those abilities. It's not that it's gone forever, but rather that he's forgotten the how and why, the comfort of conversation.

Thus when the plate of food slaps down onto the table before him, Joe jumps and reaches for his weapon. His fingers pause, just grazing against the rifle before he breathes a sigh and forces his hand back to the table. A nod of thanks goes to the chef.]


Fuckin' hell. Calm down, Joseph.

[Quiet words muttered to himself more than anyone else, but one close enough might hear them. His voice bears a faded but still distinctive Irish accent.]

You've turned into a jumpy little rat in your time away.

[Not to mention scruffy and unkempt. He still wears the heavy cloak and armor designed to protect him from a harsh environment, though the hood is pulled down.]
impendings: (day-beam breaks on the green-hill side)

[personal profile] impendings 2016-06-12 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Joseph gets a reply from the next table over, where a dark-haired woman wearing a cloak herself remarks on his mannerism. Her own accent isn't precisely Irish, but more of a heavy muddling of both it and Scottish, creating a fairly heavy brogue. ]

The things that've happened in this place could make even the stoutest feel a bit of water in th' knees, lad.
impendings: (day-beam breaks on the green-hill side)

[personal profile] impendings 2016-06-12 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It was impossible for her not to notice the way the feeling of pulling coming from the teenage girl, even though Meidhbhín couldn't see exactly what was being tugged upon, at least not while fully glamoured as she was. Still, the confusion and uncertainty that came from her was plain to see without any magic needed.

Meidhbhín didn't find Aly's outfit unusual at all, as it would have been suitable across many lands in Knimre. It was more elaborate than Meidhbhín's own unadorned apron dress and rust-red wool cloak.

"D'you need some help, lass?"
Edited (wrong character outfit) 2016-06-12 21:59 (UTC)
dontgiveafock: (idle)

[personal profile] dontgiveafock 2016-06-13 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[His head snaps in her direction, the glance a little quicker than intended. Joe really hadn't been expecting anyone to talk to him. The accent gets his attention, as does her pretty face. Even if he's been locked away from the civilization, Joe appreciates beauty when he sees it.

So he nods at her, small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.]


I don't doubt it, lass. Believe me when I say though, I've seen my fair share of troubles.
wyldlifecontrol: (just wanna talk)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-13 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Connal notices the ruckus happening. From where he is he easily hears the shouting vendor but has little idea what's going on. Things get even more confusing when a young woman suddenly crashes into him. He hadn't even seen her.

Instinctively he grabs her shoulders, trying to steady her and see if she's okay.]


Whoa there, are you alright? I didn't even see you.

[Literally. Suddenly she was just there.]
bymyownway: (you've got to be kidding)

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-14 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Normally she'd of been steady in her stop, but Ciri's focus had been on the thief rather than where she was going. She looks to Connal, putting a hand on his arm in thanks and nods her head.]

I'm fine, really.

[She lets him go, attention back on the street.]

You didn't see a kedan come by here, did you? I think he might of stolen something.

[It's obvious by the yelling from the vendor, but Ciri figures an explanation is due.]
wyldlifecontrol: (!!!!)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-15 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
You mean the big one?

[Connal looks past her, well over her really, to see the large keedan still fleeing. He wasn't exactly being subtle in his escape.]

Then we'd better go after him.

[He didn't really think about the fact that he just volunteered them both to chase the thief. There's no time to stand around and get answers. If he's stealing something then someone needs to stop him,]
bymyownway: (tell another one)

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-15 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
Large, blue, unfortunately large nose? That would be the one.

[Ciri grins at him, more so when he offers to chase him down with her. There's a skip in her step as she starts after the thief.]

Come on then! Try and keep up!

[Another blink, this time she vanishes and appears only a few feet ahead, glancing back at Connal before starting her chase on foot. For someone so slight, she moves with speed and grace, each step light as she ducks and dives through the crowd.]
Edited 2016-06-15 11:29 (UTC)
wyldlifecontrol: (u srs bro?)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-15 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
At least he'll be easy to track.

[Then she's off and darting through crowd. Her sudden blip from existence takes him by surprise again. What kind of magic does this woman have?]

Whoa! Hey! Wait up!

[Connal rushes after her. For a man his size he's surprisingly swift, but not nearly as much as the woman. He barrels into more people than he means during his chase after both her and the kedan. At least his size helps hims keep an eye on both his new ally and their quarry.]
bymyownway: (tell another one)

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-15 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[The only response he gets is a laugh from somewhere ahead in the crowd. Quick as she is, it's not hard to spot her. Hair that fair stands out whether she likes it or not.

Some ways ahead he'll find her paused and waiting, motioning for Connal to catch up and keep quiet. There's an alleyway beside her, and Ciri leans to peak around it's edge before looking back to her new ally.]


I think he thinks he's lost us. But...

[She motions to heavy footprints in the snow.]

He's left a fair trail. So, are you in?
wyldlifecontrol: (lemme tell you something)

I rolled a 21 on my survival check 8Db

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-16 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He finds himself thankful for her striking her. Otherwise he might need magic just to keep sight of her, something he really should have done on the person they're tracking.

When he catches up to her again he spots the tracks almost instantly and kneels to examine them closer.]


With a trail like this it'd be impossible not to find him. He must be new at this.

[Connal looks to her and nods.]

Of course I'm in.

[Then he moves into the alley.]
bymyownway: (having a vax moment)

atta boy Connal!!

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-16 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
[She's impressed that he kept up. Ciri was sure the crowd would lose him and she'd be in this on her own. But here he is and she's not so worried about him being here. After all, Connal might be a stranger, but he seems to know what he's doing.]

Either that or it's a distraction. A deterrent from the real path, perhaps.

[But he's moving, and Ciri falls into place alongside him, scanning the area for any sign to suggest her words are correct. The trail however seems legit. It leads them down the alley, pace supposedly slowing by the distance between the footprints.

They approach a corner and just before it, a scrap of brown paper lies on the floor. Ciri leans to pick it up, immediately aware of the scent of cinnamon coming from it. She frowns, puzzled and passes it to Connal. What do you make of this, friend?]
wyldlifecontrol: (u srs bro?)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-16 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
Could be.

[But Connal doesn't believe it. He sees no sign of a second trail. It's possible he's missing something though. Connal's better at tracking monsters than he is people. For now the trail looks promising.

When his new companion finds the scrap of paper he waits on her. He takes it after she finishes her own examination and studies it himself. The scent immediately grabs him. It's likely a clue but how it helps them he's not sure.]


Cinnamon? You think it came from whatever he stole?

[At this point he's just guessing.]

At least we have something else to track if we lose the trail.
spiderforhire: (smile)

The Stalk | Saga (Image Comics)

[personal profile] spiderforhire 2016-06-17 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
1. The Market

Shoplifting is very easy with eight hands, especially when the visible part of your upper body appears armless. The Stalk is a little odd walking down the street, but not very odd compared to shapeshifting Kedan - which was honestly par for the course as an interstellar bounty hunter. She was only marginally weirder than everything else.

She pulls out a porcelain figurine she'd stolen from a stall down the street and presented it to another table. "How many Juulen could I get for this?"


9. Incoming

Hardly the weirdest thing she's ever eaten. The Stalk prefers her food packaged and sanitized, but she grew up on a planet where you kill your own food, so no big deal. She shoves a purple tube thing in her mouth as she walks along the rooftops, rifle in hand, watching the silhouette of the large pterosaur fly across the sky. She leveled it and fired, watching the bird stagger and then plumet to the city below.

She ran forward, jumping roof to roof until she found the clearing where it had fallen. It was injured but alive, flailing around, smashing vendors and shop fronts. She aimed the rifle again and fired, striking it in the head. It dropped to the ground, making a miserable noise. She scrambled down the building front, deceptively fast, drawing a dagger and looking to finish the creature off.
bymyownway: (attention get)

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-18 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
I can only guess. Between you and I, I didn't exactly catch what the vendor he stole from was selling.

[But with cinnamon being a clue, she's thinking food of some form.]

In any case, we should keep moving.

[She'll let him lead, if he'd like to. Ciri's interested in the path they follow, but the more she hangs around with Connal, the more questions she has about him as well.]

...Do you do this often?

[Track, hunt, follow thieves? Her voice is quiet, and she's aware this isn't the time for talk but she's got questions.]
wyldlifecontrol: (just wanna talk)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-18 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He slides the paper into a pocket. They might need that later.]

Yeah I was kind of surprised when you bumped into me.

[What with her appearing out of no where and everything.

Again he takes the lead. The tracks go a bit further before they start to fade. It looks like their man started being more careful after putting some distance between his pursuers.]


Mostly monsters, giant beats out to hurt people. I don't do people so much.

[Were they not focused on a task he'd likely be more shy right now.]
bymyownway: (idle)

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-18 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Gods, you're not a Witcher, are you?

[She's joking, mostly, but Ciri can't rule out the possibility. Then again, he doesn't quite have the same 'feel' that a Witcher would.]

You sound a lot like someone I know.
wyldlifecontrol: (just gonna stare at my feets)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-18 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Witcher?

[That confuses him enough to focus on her and not the tracks.]

No, I mean uh, I don't think so.

[He rubs the back of his head and looks back towards the snow.]

Really I'm just a woodcarver. Life just kinda pushed me in this direction.
bymyownway: (alright i'm listening)

[personal profile] bymyownway 2016-06-18 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
I understand.

[Her expression softens. Ciri watches him a moment more before giving a slight nod and turning her gaze back to the tracks.]

A Witcher is a monster hunter of sorts. They take down targets no mere mortal could in exchange for gold. It's... an exciting lifestyle.

[There's pride in how she speaks about it all. Ciri quiets at that, pausing in her stride to listen. Ahead, behind some crates, something moves.]
wyldlifecontrol: (!!!!)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-06-18 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh...

[Well, that kind of sounds like what he does, just not for money.]

Are you a Witch-

[Connal pauses mid-sentence. She's not the only one that hears it. Staying as quiet as he can he whispers to his partner.]

If I flush him out can you appear in front of him?

[Do that teleport thing that you do please Ciri.]

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