Test Drive Meme | #46

[ironwood]

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... Let's play cops and robbers! Local law enforcement is handled by the Keeliai Police Department, an organization of both Foreigners and kedan dedicated to keeping the peace in the turtle... and they're about to make a raid on a large, illegal gambling ring! Are you going to collar the nearest bad guy, or are you one of the high rollers now looking to make a quick escape? Or a bookie who's now getting booked downtown? 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?? (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.) 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!

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5.

[destinydraw]

This is amazing!

[There's a young man, in a red jacket, with hair that looks like he's just come out of a wind tunnel filled with static electricity. He has an odd device strapped to his wrist.

He's wandering the marketplace in the Fire Sector, pausing to peruse the contents of a certain stall.]

These look so cool... It's a pity I don't have any money...

[It's then when the shopkeeper points at the device on his wrist.]

Hm? My Duel Disk? Sorry. It's not for sale.[The kedan shopkeeper, however, isn't taking no for an answer. She persists, grabbing it.] H-Hey! Let go!

2.

[of_deduction]

Sherlock hasn't been there too long and he hasn't fully adapted to his new surroundings but luckily the desire to throw a massive tantrum has subsided. He'd sought out people who might know what had happened to him and quickly learned that the same thing had happened to a lot of people. The idea was less than comforting but he has little experience in the field of dreamland or wherever it was.

Just for the fun of it he checks his phone again and makes a face when there's no signal. He hadn't really expected one but it's annoying all the same. To pass time he comes up to a local diner with the intention of just getting a coffee when someone bursts through the door and nearly knocks him over. The words "Thief!" meet his ears and he spins around to chase after the thief. This would be so much easier if he were more comfortable in this city, he'd find an alley to cut him off at.

As it was, if he took an ally he'd risk losing the thief for good. Besides, he was starting to get bored and this was the first exciting thing to happen since he got here.

Re: 2.

[spoilsfun]

When the commotion started, Conan had been walking down the road nearby. Having been here long enough to map out some of the alleys, he dodges down the nearest one, and takes a quick shortcut through a shop to get in front of the thief.

A soccerball comes flying in from the side and knocks the thief onto the ground.

[of_deduction]

The timing of that football was a little too good. He watches as after making contact with the thief the football bounces off and lands a few feet away. The projectile was lunched at a quite a speed if it was traveling fast enough to knock the thief over. He comes to a stop next to the thief and picks up a bag that had been discarded the moment the theif met with the ground.

"You should really know better than to take things that don't belong to you." He says almost conversationally even though it's obvious the man is out cold.

His next question is where did that football even ocme from, he turns to see the child in the alley and makes a face. There was no way a child could luanched a football at such a high velocity without some form of assist.

[spoilsfun]

Conan peers thoughtfully out of the alleyway as the stranger removes the stolen bag from the thief. Interesting.

Hurrying out of the alley, Conan picks up his deflating soccerball and smiles brightly at Sherlock.

"I didn't hit you, did I? I was practicing in the alley, and I wasn't expecting anyone to be this close."

[of_deduction]

"I really hope you don't expect me to believe that." He answers, looking down at the now deflated football and then gives the kid a good look over.

"Your first mistake was the amount of information you gave me, just asking if I had been hit would have been enough but you went on to explain exactly what happened before I had the chance to ask. Your second was speed at which your football was traveling just now-much too fast for a child of your size that was only practicing."

He looks down at the unconscious thief once more and then offered the bag to the child.

"You could just admit that you chased after, and successfully apprehended the purse snatcher."

Chuck Bartowski | Chuck

[intersected]

2.
Chuck Bartowski is not having a good day.

Not that this, in and of itself, is unusual; his days are a pretty mixed bag. As they would be generally if you got to spend half your working life around the woman you loved, and the other half around...Jeff and Lester. Enough said on that front.

But the reason in particular that he is not having a good day right now is that there are three angry kirin stampeding towards him.

"Oh no, oh, no no no..." He grabs the person nearest to him by the arm and starts to run. "Come on! We gotta get out of here!"

5.
Tall, gangly, awkward, and a total negative-twelve on the threat scale. Maybe that's why the three kedan ruffians had cornered him in the alley.

Idiot! No wonder you flunked spy school.

Chuck turns to face them, and he looks more anxious than self-assured, which is why the following sentence isn't so threatening: "Uh, look, gentle...men...and a lady? I'm still new, I'm trying to...anyway, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Look...you really, really should just turn and walk away. I don't want to hurt you."

He means it.

They laugh.

5!

[purered]

There was a clearing of a throat from some ways behind the encroaching Kedan. At least, that's what it probably was, because earthquakes were usually accompanied by a lot more shaking.

There was a man, and one could only describe him as a man because mountains don't wear fussy little waistcoats and spectacles. He had a pair of massive arms folded across his chest, and there was a polite but disapproving frown on his face.

"My apologies for interrupting," he said softly, "but are you having some difficulty, sir?"

Miles Upshur | Outlast

[upshore]

3.
Unfortunately for Miles, he hasn't had a lot of nice things to think about lately. The worst night of his life - with absolutely no exaggeration - is weighing heavily on his mind.

The Dreaming notices.

When he rounds a corner and finds himself back in the decrepit, dimly-lit hallways of Mount Massive, a moan of terror and utter hopelessness escapes him and he sinks to his knees. The coppery stench of blood is all around him, smeared on the floor, on the walls, cryptic messages written in it. Messages for him. Corpses in the hallways. He peeks at the world through what's left of his fingers, his eyes wide. "No, no, no, no, no..."

He's going mad. He must be. It's not real, he can't be back there. Maybe he'd never really left.

1.
Miles is wandering the market with the small purse of juulan provided to him by the welcome center. The color of the world is staggering compared to what he'd gotten depressingly used to.

Something familiar catches his eye. "That's mine," he says, pointing at the camcorder with his left hand. The merchant disagrees, and Miles rolls his eyes. "Okay, fine. How much do you want for it?"

3!

[shroudofgray]

For a sixteen year old girl who still couldn't grasp why it was rude to chew with your mouth open, Yorda was surprisingly at home with coping with grotesque deaths and the nature of mortality.

The carnage had certainly elicited a shocked gasp from her, and she'd staggered from the stench of blood and decay - after all, she had been going to the bakery for sweets and she hadn't exactly been expecting to round a corner into a nightmare. And after the initial shock, she suspected that this was exactly what this was. She'd heard about the Dreaming doing this sort of thing, and the overall feeling that this wasn't exactly real grounded her. Getting her bearings, she looked around for the source - this wasn't her nightmare after all.

The man on his knees who was covering his eyes with his hands and repeating 'no' like a mantra seemed a likely candidate. She hadn't seen him on the networks before - he might have been new.

Slowly, she approached, sidestepping a corpse and trying not to look at the writing on the walls. Yorda crouched down next to the hysterical man, and extended a hand to him.

"Hello," she said softly. "Are you hurt? What is you name?"

oh yorda <3

[upshore]

At first, Miles doesn't hear her; he can't hear anything over his own ragged breathing and his unconscious terror-muttering. But at least there's no clanking of chains, no Walker here to kill him, no faux-affable Trager here to torture and mutilate him.

He hopes.

At the quiet words, he looks up, his hands falling away from his face. Yorda might be able to see that his left ring finger and right index finger are gone, snipped away by bone shears and bleeding, even though they shouldn't be bleeding anymore, he's been to the Guild, he's been to Fletch, he's been bandaged up and he'll never get those damn fingers back but the wounds shouldn't be this fresh anymore.

"You have to get out of here," he says in a hoarse whisper. "It's not safe, there's-- a kid like you shouldn't even be here."

Her presence briefly breaks him from his spell, and the edges of the nightmare unravel.

she tries <3

[shroudofgray]

"Neither should you," Yorda reassured. "Dreams are for when you sleep."

The smell of blood had been so overwhelming that she hadn't noticed his mangled hand, but the bleeding stumps were now in plain view. Wordlessly, she clasped her hands around the bloodied mess, and a faint, pale glow radiated from her palms. It wasn't much, but it was the one ability she had any semblance of control over - it would dull the pain at least, and Miles would probably find his wounds would heal much faster. The strange light also seemed to sap away fatigue.

"Can you walk?" She asked, not noticing that the illusion was already beginning to unravel.

3

[protivvyter]

Bucky is used to nightmares. He's used to his nightmares manifesting themselves in the real world. But this place takes it a little too far, dammit. When he's turning corners and smelling blood and seeing a man on his knees.

Instead of asking permission, he uses his metal arm to grab the man and yank him back out of the alleyway, and away from the horror. He turns away frmo the horror and crouches in front of the man. "Breathe. Don't stop. It's nothing but a nightmare." He says.

[upshore]

When Miles is grabbed by the shoulder and yanked by something with superhuman strength, he lets out a choked cry - Walker's found him, he's going to tear his goddamned head off!

But there's no snapping and crunching of bones, no pain, and Miles peeks through the fingers he has left at the man in front of him. He tries to breathe - can't - then manages to get a few short, sharp ones in. His heart's going like a rabbit's.

"How do you know?" he asks, knowing it's a stupid question but neurotically having to ask.

[protivvyter]

Bucky keeps his back to the horror that he just dragged the man out of. He holds up his metal hand and moves the fingers.

"Because I have my own horrors." He answers, without explaining anything. He'll never forget the night he'd woken up to see the chair they'd always used on him sitting in the corner of his room.

1

[celticromanstone]

"You're never going to get it back that way, darling." Wearing something in the local style, with her hair up, Heather is dressed as a high class prostitute. Several of the shopkeepers sniff at her, while a couple others bow, offering her wares.

She ignores them, linking her arm through the newcomer's. "Now, to properly ask, you simply say..." She whispers something in his ear, that roughly translates to "How much is that?" It's a phrase she really knows well.

[upshore]

Miles jumps when she speaks - he has a very exaggerated startle reflex these days, and who could really blame him - and he flinches and then freezes when she links arms with him and whispers in his ear. Maybe if he doesn't move, she can't see him? Like a T-rex?

He mumbles the provided phrase to the merchant; the pronunciation isn't perfect, and the merchant holds up three fingers, considers it, then adds a fourth, and Miles almost thinks the guy's mocking him. Fuck you and your intact hands!

[celticromanstone]

Heather soothes him gently, rubbing a hand on his arm. She understands this place being bad. Hell, it's no picnic for her, and she'd showed up here, after a fight with another Immortal.

"Easy darling. Now counter with this." Another whispered phrase in his ear and she tells him how to counter the merchant's first sally.

She loves the back and forth of a good barter session.

3

[spiderforhire]

The Stalk kind of just nonchalantly checks the place out.

"Wow, you're pretty fucked up, huh?"

This was a fucking massacre. The Stalk generally avoided situations like this, but she was no stranger to them. Not the worst she had seen, but it was up there.

ah yes. the only person on the turtle who could freak him out MORE. gg stalk :')

[upshore]

Okay Jesus Christ he's definitely gone insane.

Nice.

Is it rude to ignore hallucinations or is she just a really fucked-up Variant?

Wait. She. There are no female Variants, at least not to his knowledge. Regardless, he falls backwards in shock and tries to scoot backwards.

Bad idea, dumbass. Once he lands on his hands, he realizes what a bad idea that is, and bites his lip to keep from howling in pain. Missing a couple fingers'll do that to ya.

she lives to serve

[spiderforhire]

The Stalk rolls her eyes.

Kind of.

No pupils, so her eyes kind of widen in mock rolling.

"You know that gets old really fast."

9.

[caged_horseman]

Considering what he's already been through, alien dinosaurs don't seem to get much of a reaction out of Death Warren. He's sitting high up on a building, perched with his wings curled over him, blocking the sun from behind, and casting his whole figure in shadow.

Every once in a while, one of the creatures will come crashing to the ground, with at least one (and more often several) metallic-looking feather sticking out of it. The creature violently convulse before dying, as though struck with a neurotoxin.

While he's difficult to physically reach, Warren is watching and listening intently. More than anything, he wants to know what kind of place he's found himself in.

[upshore]

When a giant deathosaurus falls to the ground convulsing in front of him, Miles has a mostly normal reaction.

That is, his eyes go really, really wide and he ducks behind a corner.

He crouches, trying to keep his breathing quiet, and very pointedly does not shout. Not even 'What the fuck?!' like he desperately wants to.

So that sure is a thing. Probably the least normal thing he's seen in a while. Maybe including that goddamned shitshow of a bad decision of a night.

[caged_horseman]

The movement catches Warren's eye, and he stands, stretching out his wings. "Don't just hide, you moron! Fight!"

Warren leaps off of his perch, and begins flying in tight circles around the offending dinosaur-looking things, alternately loosing more of his feathers, causing more of the creatures to fall to earth in spasms, and slicing into them with the edges of his wings as he flies by. It'd almost look graceful, were it not for the blood spray and incessant clanging from Warren's wings biting into each creature he passes.

After several minutes have passed, the squawking of the creatures ceases, and standing on the ground in a heap of their corpses is Warren, blood and gore smeared over his black and silver armor and streaked through his blonde curls, a satisfied smile on his face.

"You can come out now. I promise not to laugh if you pissed yourself."

[upshore]

Yay. The clanging.

"I'm not exactly armed!" Miles shouts back, angry enough to reply, not certain he'll be heard over the cacophony. He's armed with a journalist's best weapon, but somehow he thinks his camcorder is not going to be much help here.

When he's taunted, he stands and comes out from the corner, and crosses his arms, glaring at Captain McFighty.

"That is not even close to the worst thing that's happened to me in the past week. I'm just very attached to being alive."