Test Drive Meme | #49

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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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Fai D. Flourite || CW: lots of blood || voice testing, please be gentle~

[flowrite]

» Arrival

[It's a cold, grey, drizzly day in Keeliai. The Central District looks much like it always does, the Midnight Hotel spotted here and there with the evidence of repairs ongoing since the hurricane last month. Kedan come and go along the lanes, and no one seems to notice when another Foreigner arrives.

At first he looks like a mass of blood-spattered fluff. Huddled on the cobblestones up against the base of the Hotel's outer wall, he's dressed in a heavy blue and white fur-trimmed robe that's liberally covered with bright, fresh blood--it's not soaked in heavy pools, to suggest that he himself is injured, but rather it looks as though someone has sprayed him with it here and there. Even his face, when he finally lifts it, is spattered with blood. Beneath a mop of wild blond hair there's an eyepatch covering his left eye. His right, a brilliant blue, is red-rimmed and wet; he's been crying.

Now that he's awake he looks panicked. Disoriented. Nothing new for a Foreigner just waking up.

...maybe a little more panicked than usual. He levers himself to his feet, shaking, scanning his surroundings and not finding what he's looking for. Who he's looking for.

A new world, but no sign of Mokona or Syaoran. No sign of--

So much blood, too much, the wound was too much, he's going to die if we don't--]

KUROGANE!



» Wandering

[The tall, rail-thin blond man with the eyepatch looks utterly dazed as he walks through the streets of the city. Still no sign of Mokona or Syaoran, or Kurogane. Kurogane's sacrifice saved him from the curse in Celes, but now he's alone. Lost and alone. He probably doesn't even have enough magic left to travel to another dimension, but what if he did? There's no telling where the others have gone. There's no guarantee he'll ever find them again. He may never see Sakura again.

Never--

He stops walking, leans wearily against the side of a building. After a moment a muffled sound escapes from beneath the gloved hand pressed to his face. Laughter.

If I never find them again, I won't survive long anyway. I'm sorry, Sakura. You wanted me to promise, but it can't be helped.

He... may look as though he's completely lost it.]



» And Now for Something Completely Different

[Fai really needs some new clothes, given that his own are spattered in blood. He also has no money, and nothing of any real value to trade. So what's a guy to do?

He's in a bar, hustling people at darts.]

Go easy on me. My depth perception isn't what it used to be~

[His voice is light and high, with a hint of laughter in it. He even manages a small smile--with his face washed and having shrugged out of his robe (which bears most of the blood stains), he doesn't look half bad.

Don't let him fool you.]

Abigail Hobbs | Hannibal | potentially a walking trigger

[relatable]

( haggling )

[It isn't like her to come to the marketplace during the day unless she really needs something. In truth she isn't much of a public place kind of person. Even if she isn't known here, it's hard breaking out of one's shell, let alone with a traumatic past. She isn't timid, though direct eye contact has her immediately looking away and moving on to the next stall.

Abigail looks fairly average for a Foreigner, wearing jeans, a blue sweater, and patterned neckerchief around her neck. It immediately catches the eye of a merchant who comes scurrying quickly up to her. Not expecting the sudden attention, Abigail tries to step away, but the elderly merchant is enthralled with the aqua blue material.]

Really, I can't sell it. [A hand instinctively grabs it. Abigail doesn't have too many possessions here, and she doesn't feel comfortable enough to walk around with a giant scar on her neck from where her father almost killed her. But the merchant is a persistent one, and he praises the material and the beautiful color, like water.

She's flattered, but there's a few people stopped now. Distracted now, the merchant moves to touch the blue garment. He pulls just enough that it comes undone, revealing the deep red slash across her neck. Mortified, she tries to scramble to cover it once again.]