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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_ooc2016-07-06 11:18 pm
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Test Drive Meme | #43


TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!

Itching to try out writing a character? Then rev up your engines, grab your accounts, and slam your way into this meme! Here is a venue for you to try out whatever character there might be tickling your fancy, from fandom to OC, for as few as one and as many as MANY. Seriously, there's no limit.

How do you partake in this fantastic congregation of character testing? Why, by following these simple steps:

→ Comment with the journal of a character you want to test; put their name and canon in the subject line for added sparkles.
→ Tag around with everyone!
→ Profit like you live on a the back of a turtle!
→ Maybe even RESERVE so you CAN live on the back of a turtle!

But wait, there's more! For the low, low price of $9,999.99, you can even use one of our handy prompts when you tag someone. You could even pick one with a Random Number Generator to help decide which prompt to go with!
  1. Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace!
    Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtle shell!

  2. Dramatic Chase Sequence!
    You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children! One way or another, you can't stop, and much like a katamari ball, you feel obligated to grab everyone in your path along the way to keep them out of danger! Or perhaps you're more the sort to try and knock them into it as a distraction...?

  3. Where There's A Will, There's A...?
    The Life and Dreaming Planes have been merged, and sometimes what starts out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! It's just appeared in front of you. Though, it may only stay for a short while before it disappears again, so make it count. Hopefully you're not the type to daydream about terrible things befalling people you don't like...

  4. SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE!
    The three major kedan families all have their own agendas, and you've chosen to entangle yourselves with one (or more!) of them. Are you hoping to shift the balance of power? Gain some favours? Perhaps you're on a mission to bring a criminal to justice, or maybe you just want to get the cream of the crop from the black market. Maybe you haven't been hired by them at all, but are using their name for your own goals... as long as no one discovers the lie!

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

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

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

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

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

    (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!
catcursed: (sometimes a cat is just a cat)

stretches out across this tdm seductively

[personal profile] catcursed 2016-07-10 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ adrien, is it? interesting. avery hasn't done badly, hiring on the new help. naturally, graves is worried about the others, but if he must be trapped here, at least his home and one of his employees is around.

he lets the teenager scratch his ears for several moments, then sits back on his haunches, tail sweeping neatly around his paws as he peers up at him. ]


Hello, Adrien. My name is Graves.
purrns: (And I don't even know really why)

excellent B)

[personal profile] purrns 2016-07-10 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Adrien has learned to expect pretty much anything. It's something that comes naturally when you live in a place where someone can suddenly command an army of pigeons, or turn into a robot, or spray mind-altering perfume in the air. Very little surprised you, after a while.

But this is new. He's used to Plagg talking, but Plagg isn't a real cat and this one looks like he is. Adrien jumps back with a startle yelp. Has he finally gone crazy? Or is this just another part of being the black cat chosen that Plagg decided not to mention. Can he talk to cats now?? Is that a thing??
]

Uh... You just-

Hello, Graves?

[He's talking to a cat. He is talking to a cat ]
catcursed: (keep an eye on the shadow smile)

[personal profile] catcursed 2016-07-10 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ despite the fact that cat-faces can't exactly show amusement, graves somehow manages to convey it anyway. .. ah, yes, he should probably make certain the new employees are aware of his other shape before surprising them with it. ]

Don't be alarmed. It's simply easier for me to maintain this form these days.

[ it's one way to keep the rust from spreading too quickly. of course, it's been quite sluggish anyway, at least since arriving here, but there's no need to take unnecessary risks until he has a more permanent solution. .. if one is to be had at all, that is. ]

I'm a human, actually, and the owner of this cafe. [ technically. there's still some timeline issues that need sorting out. ] Just a moment-- [ he rises to his feet and hops down from the windowsill-- and between one moment and the next, the cat is replaced by a tall, slender man leaning on a cane. he offers a small smile, mismatched eyes warm in his face. ] --Is this better?
spiderforhire: (this guy)

[personal profile] spiderforhire 2016-07-11 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"No thanks," she said, amused. "Just maintain a healthy balance between staring at my tits and eye contact and you'll be fine."

A Kedan calls out her order, so she reaches out from underneath her skirt to grab the tray off the counter, setting it in front of her. Some tea and a pile of purple amorphous things. She stabs one with a fork (it wiggles slightly) and pops one in her mouth.

"The name's The Stalk."
purrns: (Something has changed within me)

[personal profile] purrns 2016-07-11 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Adrien kind of...stands there for a minute, staring. Transformations are nothing new to him but this...yeah, it's a step above the norm, really. ]

You- But I thought Avery owned the cafe?

[Yes, Adrien, this is the thing to focus on, good job. ]

I- sorry. That was rude. I never even thought the owner would be...a talking cat person.
catcursed: (darkness helps us all to shine)

[personal profile] catcursed 2016-07-11 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It's rather complicated, I suppose.

[ he pulls out a chair, seating himself neatly and hooking his cane over the edge of the table. crossing one knee over the other, he laces his fingers loosely together in his lap. ]

A timeline issue, shall we say? And property rules for.. my kind.. are rather different where the two of us hail from. I'm quite pleased with their management here, though. [ particularly given that graves himself is in no shape to take a terribly active role at the moment. ] Unfortunately, Avery appears to be the only one of my employees present.
Edited (wording... adjustment....) 2016-07-11 22:26 (UTC)
purrns: (There's a warrior)

[personal profile] purrns 2016-07-11 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh...I can understand that. Different worlds have different ways of doing things after all.

[Sure, Adrien, believe that one if it makes you feel better. He gives a small, almost sad smile at that.]

You never can tell who the Dreaming will bring here. Maybe they'll all show up, maybe none of them will. It's almost impossible to guess.

[He brightens, though. He likes Avery, they gave him a good job and he's genuinely enjoying learning the ropes. Adrien's father would throw a fit if he knew his son was working in a cafe of all place, but Adrien doesn't care. It's good here. ]

Avery's done really great work with this place, though. They've been a pretty good boss, I promise.
wyldlifecontrol: (just gonna stare at my feets)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-12 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"O-of course not!" Connal continued to stare hard at his menu, almost afraid to lift his gaze. The way his face burned he thought it might catch flame. "I'd never- I mean I wouldn't...um..."

Connal swallowed the hard lump in his throat, wondering if that might actually just be his tongue. "I'll be good."

For a moment Connal just sat in silence. He wasn't trying to ignore her. Connal just needed to force himself to calm down, otherwise his face would never go back to its normal shade.

"Connal Felwin." Her name, it sounded slightly familiar.
spiderforhire: (smile)

[personal profile] spiderforhire 2016-07-12 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why not? I mean, they are pretty goddamn perfect, aren't they? I'll try not to be insulted." She made no attempt to hide her growing amused smile.

She kept her eyes on the storefront across the street. No windows, so it looked like it was just a stakeout. It was possible that he had made her and was sneaking out the back, but that was just the risk when you worked alone. She'd have to catch him another time.

And if he hadn't... she'd just have to wait.

"Pleased to meet you, Connal." She raised a hand up and held it out for a shake. "And don't be too good. Everyone likes spice in their life."
cavalryiscoming: credit cheerslcve @ tumblr (content)

[personal profile] cavalryiscoming 2016-07-13 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Food]

[The moment he speaks there's a perk from the table beside him. A dark haired girl looks his way and leans over to see just what he's talking about.

At the sight of the fishy thing, she practically leaps out of her seat to get a closer look.]


Aww, look at the little love!

[Connal might be weirded out, but Tracer thinks it's pretty damn adorable.]

Poor little bugger. I wonder how it ended up here?
cavalryiscoming: credit cheerslcve @ tumblr (oooh dear)

Tracer | Overwatch

[personal profile] cavalryiscoming 2016-07-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[5]

[The markets are a buzz of life and Tracer is right in her element. The people are strange, but she's no one to judge and honestly she finds the kedan fascinating.

There's so much to do, so much to see, and Tracer zips from vendor to vendor, quite literally vanishing from one place to appear at another where she seeks to check out something else. There's a grin on her face as she goes and her British accent carries through the crowd as she happily comments on what's around her.

What brings her to a halt, however, is one of the kedan pointing excitedly at the goggles on her face.]


Hm? Oh, no sorry love. These are kind of special to me, y'see?

[But the vendor knows what he wants and is only getting louder about it by the second. At least it's the goggles and not the glowing core on her chest.]
Edited 2016-07-13 02:22 (UTC)
wyldlifecontrol: (u srs bro?)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-13 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Just when he was about to get a handling on this again he immediately goes beet red. He really feels like he's being pulled into a trap right now, or fallen into one already. By the gods he's glad his friends aren't here to see this. "No, I-I mean yes, wait no that didn't come out right. You're very nice but I don't wanna be rude and..."

Another lump begins forming in his throat. Again Connal forces it down. He briefly wonders if she'd be offended if he just ran out the door.

"Uh..." Wait, where did that arm come from? He thought she didn't have arms.

Forcing himself to look up, Connal takes her hand and shakes it. He refuses to look at anything but her face. "I'll do my best."
wyldlifecontrol: (just gonna stare at my feets)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-13 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh hello there new person where did you come from?

Connal looks at her in brief surprise before looking back down at his plate. The fishy thing sort of wiggles about on it.]


Pretty sure that's my fault. I ordered it.

[It might be weird, but Connal has a pet spider the size of his hand. Looking at the thing on his plate just makes him think about trying to eat Patty. Connal could never do that even if he was starving.]

I don't think I can eat this.
Edited 2016-07-13 05:24 (UTC)
spiderforhire: (doting)

[personal profile] spiderforhire 2016-07-13 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll let you in on a secret, Connal - if a lady decides to walk around topless and then tells you its okay to look at her tits, you can probably safely steal a few glances without Troy getting sieged by a thousand ships," she explained.

"Here," she said, reaching behind her head and pulling her hair forward over her shoulders. It tastefully covered her chest with strands of blonde. "How is that? Do you have enough blood to work your brain now?"
consultingbishop: (038)

huntin'

[personal profile] consultingbishop 2016-07-13 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
King Biscuits?

[This is coming from a man, leaning against a tree, arms folded and smirking slightly.

Don't mind him, Connal, he's just amused.]
wyldlifecontrol: (just gonna stare at my feets)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-14 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
As much as he appreciated her attempt to cover up, Connal still shook his head. "No it's not that. I mean, it is kinda, I guess but that's not why I'm not looking. Mostly I mean." Connal desperately fought to pull his thoughts together. Whenever he got this nervous he always had trouble with babbling about things.

"There's someone back home who I uh..." How did he want to put this? Connal didn't even know how to explain it. "I care about. It feels wrong to, um...stare. S-sure she'd never know, but well, I would..."

As he blathered on Connal wondered if he made any sense at all.
wyldlifecontrol: (just gonna stare at my feets)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Connal looked up and found himself a little embarrassed, not to mention foolish, that he never noticed the man standing there. He probably sounded like a crazy person.]

I didn't name her.

[He focuses on the trail again, trying to hide his own embarrassment.]

A little girl lost her cat so I'm trying to find it for her.
spiderforhire: (smile)

[personal profile] spiderforhire 2016-07-14 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my god, that was actually adorable.

"Very noble of you," she replied, totally sincerely. Reminded her of The Will honestly, stupid bore that he was.

"So, foreigner, right?"
wyldlifecontrol: (just wanna talk)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-14 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
All Connal wanted to do at he moment was hide his face in his menu. Situations like this always made he want to scurry for some whole. As much as he hated to admit it, he fared so much better when danger looked him right in the face.

"No, not noble, just...I don't know." He hardly knew how to respond to that, but when the change in topic came he felt so grateful.

"Yeah, trying to fit in while I'm here but everything is so...different."
spiderforhire: (this guy)

[personal profile] spiderforhire 2016-07-14 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm used to it. Travel a lot for work."

It's really hard to avoid making obscene gestures when there's a different culture at every planet, but pointing a gun in someone's face is a pretty universal bandaid.
flashandfan: (Default)

[personal profile] flashandfan 2016-07-15 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ya oughtah listen to the lady.

[McCree sidles up behind Trace, his arms crossing over his chest. He can't help but get himself involved, especially after spotting an old friend.]

She packs one hell of a punch lemme tell ya. Don't wanna make her mad.

[Sure he knows Tracer would never hurt the merchant, but he doesn't have to know that now does he?]
flashandfan: (Default)

Jesse McCree | Overwatch

[personal profile] flashandfan 2016-07-16 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[1]

[McCree's supply of tobacco is running a little low. His bullets are too but right now one of those is easier to find than the other. All he wants to do is buy some cigars and go smoke. The problem with that being the merchant looks enamored with McCree's hat.]

Listen fella, I already told ya twice that the hat ain't for sale. Now I'm willin' to give as much juulan as ya want, but my hat ain't on the table.

[The merchant frowns for a moment, then a light bulb goes off above his head and he points to McCree's poncho.]

No, no, and hell no. None of my stuff is for sale!

[9]

[McCree hears the beating of wings before he actually sees the creature. Above him, what could only be called a pterodactyl screeches and swoops towards the street with its talons extended.

Without missing a beat McCree dives and rolls out of the way. The pterodactyl goes wide. Its talons sink into a rancher's weird bovine instead of McCree's shoulders and it flies off with its prize.]


Now that's somethin' ya don't see everyday.

[Again McCree hears the sounds of wings beating, only this time much louder and in much greater numbers. He turns to see an entire...flock? Herd? Whatever you call it, there's a lot of giant flying lizards coming his way.

McCree moves his cigar around in his mouth as he reaches for Peacekeeper. Any other day this wouldn't be a problem, but today he's running low on ammo. Time to get a little creative.]
wyldlifecontrol: (lemme tell you something)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-16 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess I do too, but don't know that I'd call it work."

Connal lived on the road for a good while now against his will. When a bandit lord wanted you dead staying in the same spot for too long got people killed. Getting captured by dark elves and dragged underground also kept him on the move.

"Really, I just want to go back to woodcarving if I can."
spiderforhire: (worried)

[personal profile] spiderforhire 2016-07-16 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Woodcarving should be rather easy to do in a place like this, I imagine. One of the more marketable skills in a primitive pedestrian setting." Oops, let's not insult everyone, including our friend at the table.

"...what can you make?"
wyldlifecontrol: (just gonna stare at my feets)

[personal profile] wyldlifecontrol 2016-07-18 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately Connal didn't seem to catch that remark. "It would be if I could stop worrying about my friends," he said with a deep frown.

It felt like he left his companions in an awful spot. Probably because he did. Sure Connal never had a choice in that matter, but here he was in relative safety while they were still trapped in one of the most dangerous places he ever head about.

It took him a small moment to snap out of his funk and answer her question. "Uh, all kinds of things. Chairs, tables, carvings, sometimes I even make toys. Well, made anyway."

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