Test Drive Meme

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Throne of Shadows
TEST DRIVE MEME!!!

New to Throne of Shadows? Long time player thinking of apping a new character? Welcome to our test drive meme! Experiment with active and potential muses! Here is a place where you can test out characters for the setting and accrue samples for your applications! Roll on the scenarios provided below, or come up with your own!

Scenario Builder

You are...

1. Working in the lava lamp factory
2. Watching "The History of Twine" in the cinema
3. Admiring the fish in the barracks tunnel
4. Lost in a topiary maze
5. Riding the shuttle between buildings
6. Trying to sneak into the administrative offices

You’re feeling...

1. Inexplicably happy
2. Like you could fall asleep at any moment
3. Angry enough to punch someone
4. Nostalgic or sentimental
5. Like someone stabbed you—oh, hey, they did, fancy that
6. As if life really ought to be more like a Broadway musical

Somewhat unusually...

1. You can only speak in rhyme
2. The room is full of old-fashioned toys
3. A box covered in runes drops down from the sky and lands at your feet
4. You hear the voice of your worst enemy in the walls
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?

Comments

[hisonlygirl]

She fights the urge to smile, mostly because she can't help but imagine what her Chief Medical Officer would say in such a situation.

"A doctor might disagree with you. Can I see the wound?" While the Enterprise was not a doctor - not in the way that others studied medicine, she would be able to tell if it was indeed in need of treatment.

"Let's hope that whoever it was doesn't take an interest in me, then."

[mostnobelknight]

"Aye, thou may," he allows shifting so that he can move the material of his clothing out of the way. He had not been in his half-plate armor or the work uniform the Nysgod's provided.

Today was supposed to be a rest day for him.

"I do not believe it is overly deep," he confesses. "I was... distracted by the attack. I may be able to heal some of the damage here."

A lay on hands should bring him up most of the way back to being perfectly healthy. He just was a bit shy of using it in front of someone who might not understand that he is a Paladin,

[cordelisse]

Zoey doesn’t waste time crossing the space between them as soon as he sheathes his blade. She’ll be able to defend them both, should the need arise. Her gift gives her a bit of an advantage when it comes to such things. And he has a blade for her to use. It works out well.

She raises an eyebrow at him, an amused smile flickering across her face as she kneels beside him. “It takes far more than that to frighten me.” It was adorable that he was concerned about it, though. She reaches out for his injury, all business. “Let me take a look.” She doesn’t have much in the way of medical supplies with her, but she’s damn good at improvisation.

[mostnobelknight]

He used to use a long sword but found this lighter one was much better for him. For some reason he was much more effective with it. He knew it was not blessed by the gods and that it was only minor enchanted as the Dwarf had convinced him to get it, still he likes hitting his targets more frequently.

It allows him to defend his allies and charges better.

"Aye but it is not good manners to frighten someone," he supplies moving to lift his tunic for her to get a look.

He does not wince at the sight of his own blood. He has fought in a war and has battled monsters. Still the wound is bad and under normal circumstances would need stitches.

"It is not as bad as it looks. Do not let this worry thee. Doth thou have a cloth to clean it with first?" He likes to clean before he uses his extra abilities.

[hisonlygirl]

When given access to the wound, the Enterprise leans over to look at it. There's no touching as she only asked to see and she can be very literal at times. After inspecting it for a minute she straightens.

"It appears shallow. None of your organs would have been punctured."

His mention of being able to heal it have her eyes flicking up to his face. While science was dominant in her universe, there were quite a few things they might not be able to explain. Things that others would call magic.

"No need to hold back on my account. I'd be very interested in seeing your method of healing," she says with a deep-seeded curiosity.

[mostnobelknight]

"Aye, I did not think it was bad," the young man agrees watching her expression carefully.

At her words he nods.

"I doth not desire to make others uncomfortable." He inclines his head politely. "I thank thee for thine direct words."

He moves his hand which seems to light up over the wound. It closes up for the most part. It still looks like it will need a bandage as it is still bleeding a bit and is not entirely closed up.

"It wast deeper than mine art could heal. Tis not such a.... as you may say, a big deal. A bandage should fix the rest."

[cordelisse]

“Manners rarely enter into it if someone’s looking to frighten someone else. Yours have, so even if you had managed to frighten me, it would be an easily forgivable offence,” Zoey tells him. And what sort of manners they were; they, along with the way he spoke, made her realise that, in all likelihood, he was from someWHEN else as well as somewhere. Or his world was fashioned in such way that he would appear to be.

She frowns thoughtfully, studying his injury. “I’ve seen worse,” she murmurs absently, more focused on the task at hand than what she’s saying. She’s HAD much worse, for that matter. In answer to his question, she reaches for her boot, pulling a small dagger free. Thank fuck she’s wearing a skirt. She has plenty of extraneous material to work with. Using her dagger she cuts the fabric, coming away with a swath of it and making her skirt a handful of inches shorter.

Looking up at him, she grins. “I do now.”

[mostnobelknight]

He has to listen to follow her speech pattern a bit. She speaks differently than the women he has known. His sisters, as he recalls, sound much like he does. The youngest was born when he was nearly a man so he expects her speech is much less formal.

"My lady..." He gives her a slightly embarrassed look. He also knew that women like their clothes weather they were leggings, armor, or dresses. "Thou could have cut mine. It is already stained. I would not like to think that thou hast sacrificed a..."

Not a dress. "Skirt thou favors."

[hisonlygirl]

"Sometimes it is best to be direct." A thing she did quite often, actually. The art of being subtle was sometimes lost on her when she was so used to being straight-forward.

She watches the healing process with rapt fascination, shifting so as to get a better look at the wound closing instead of just a glowing light covered by his hand. The Enterprise's entire face lights up when it's over. "Amazing! I've never seen anything like it before." As much as she wants to question how it's done, she will help him attend to what remains of his wound.

Her eyes shift up to his face. "You're in luck as I happen to be carrying around this." With one hand she reaches into the jacket pocket and pulls out a large bandage. "I find I'm not entirely steady on my legs." So one may collapse beneath her and her knees are then scraped.

[cordelisse]

“It’s a skirt, Sir Paladin,” she tells him, not thinking about the fact that he hasn’t quite told her what he is yet, that the word has been provided courtesy of her gift, as it is wont to do. But she’s not thinking about that. Her focus is mostly on the injured man in front of her, and who could have attacked him. And whether or not they would return. “It’s not important.”

She’s leaning forward then, turning her attention to cleaning his injury. “It’s just fabric. Just cloth. And it was needed. So it was done.”

[mostnobelknight]

He feels confusion swim over his mind. He senses no evil from her. She seems a goodly sort. Perhaps she was a wizard or sorceress. That he could understand. He also did not truly hide what he was.

He even had decided that the Jedi are some sort of order of Holy Knight of a different vein from Paladins like himself. He had heard tale of Paladins who followed a code of conduct but knew of no god or goddess who granted their power.

"I prithee lady, how doth thou know I art a Paladin?"

[mostnobelknight]

"Aye. It cuts away confusion," he agrees smiling briefly. He is a cheery sort.

While some of his companions irritated them he found he truly did enjoy their company. He would never admit that that bard would get far too smug. A very cheerful and smug Dwarf is a thing to be avoided Logan had decided. He did not want ale spilled on his boots again.

Logan is a bit of a neat freak. Having things spilled on him irritates him more quickly than the young wizard asking questions about women.

"Thou should take care not to hurt thine self," Logan said with a faint smile working back onto his face. "I would hate to see thee hurting."

As annoyed as he gets with his companions he feels the same way. Seeing them hurt bothers him. Like he failed.

[cordelisse]

Fuckstockings. Well, it’s too late to take that word back. She’ll just have to deal with her slip of the tongue. Zoey laughs softly, turning ice blue eyes from his injury momentarily. “I have a gift for it, that’s all.” Which is putting it mildly, but she’s only just met him. There will be no talk of foresight, of seers and prophecy. Not yet. For all she knows Paladins believe seers are evil, to be killed on sight. There’s no telling, her research hasn’t focused on Paladins and their ilk, and despite her getting no sense that he would react strongly... she just doesn’t know.

Katniss Everdeen

[mockingjay_on_fire]

The fish swam in schools of bright colors, far more beautiful and elaborate than anything the Capital could produce. The shimmering blue ocean served as a backdrop, far more soothing and peaceful than the waters she had known in the Quarter Quell. There was nothing in the depths, nothing designed by game makers or the President's will. There was only what was natural, what served a purpose for everything within to survive. Nature always seemed to bring that peace of mind.

She stared at her reflection, the worker's clothes loose fitting but hardly terrible. Not compared to the issued uniforms the tributes often had to wear. She was safe, that was what she kept telling herself. But then why did this feel like yet another game?

Maybe because at least the world made sense. It was kill or be killed, it was ruthless and harsh, but the basic needs and drives were all the same. This world...there were too many lies, too many deceits. Like Haymitch or Plutarch's creations. This world would be up their alley.

Would you like to be in a real war?

It was cold slap in the face. As though the President were there now, smiling at her through the clear glass. Watching her as he did while she struggled to survive. The game never ended...she was never free...

[hisonlygirl]

"It ensures that the message does not get muddled and things get done much faster." Precision, she practically lived that way.

Spock was almost always one to say what he means directly while Bones was fond of his metaphors. Her Captain was a wild card, anywhere between blunt with words to completely mysterious. Sometimes it made her head spin with the various ways people spoke.

"Unfortunately that's not entirely in my control. I'm not quite used to my new legs just yet."

She holds up the bandage. "May I?"

[thelastmonster]

Maul? Was that like Fire for her, perhaps? A name given for a superficial characteristic? Or was there something more to it? He did radiate confidence and he had an edge to him, Fire could not outline it fully yet, but it was there. It did make her wary as one should of a stranger.

She held her name in reserve for the time being.

She tossed the words ‘Iridonian’ and ‘Sith’ around her mind. They did, indeed, sound foreign to her, and as the device in her ear did not translate them to something corresponding in Dellian, Fire assumed they must be from Maul’s language.

She shook her head and determined to ask. He did seem quite willing to talk to her about himself, she could feel he carried some sort of pride for this identity, and for her inability to understand him fully she was apologetic. “I’m sorry, I have no understanding of those other words. What do they mean?”

[thelastmonster]

Fire was taken aback by the man’s admissions more than she was with his face. He had given her something no one ever else had. Never before had she ever been mistaken for someone else. Everyone always knew precisely who she was, thanks to the generations of monsters that had come before her, and the legacy of her cruel father. Because of this, her reputation always preceded her. Anonymity was not a luxury she could own.

She let the feeling bounce around her mind, let it sink in. She caught herself smiling at the experience and quickly reined herself back in. Clearly this man had expected to see someone else, and disappointment was surely following the realization she wasn’t that person.

This man’s voice was accented in a way she wasn’t familiar, he was clearly not from The Dells.

“I am sorry I am not the person you were expecting,” she said, trying to smooth over this misunderstanding. “I am called Fire. I’ve just arrived here. Are you like me, one of the candidates? Or are you one of the Nysgods?”

[her_heart]

She's been staring at the tall hedges for some time, considering and contemplating them, still not quite sure of their function. To her, this was all very strange, the idea of these structures grown for the sole purpose of confusion.

It's why when he approaches she doesn't imemdiately hear him but the moment he speaks she turns, liquid brown eyes very wide, smile blooming across her features.

"Yancy."

It's so very strange, seeing her beautiful pilot after all of this time, seeing him right here, alive, and in the flesh is overwhelming and she very nearly begins to cry and she just barely holds it back -- if only because he likely will not recognize her.

Oh, but how she longs to pull him in her arms and hold him so tightly. Tancy Becket, alive, here and now, after all these years of that hole in her soul.

[her_heart]

Gipsy is steadily collecting her pilots, it seems. She senses an approach, hears footsteps, and then she turns and comes face to face with Miss Mori, and she smiles.

"Mako," she says, hands folding in front of her.

[punch_it]

Wow, Bones. Judgey. Not awesome. Jane is...not surprised. But she is so fucking happy she thinks she's gone and lost her mind. She's actually hiding behind a hedge, breathing heavily through her nose and mouth to keep from crying and there is a very real chance of that happening.

She wipes angrily at her eyes and takes another sharp swallow of air before swinging around from behind the nearest hedge and shooting Bones a blinding smile.

Anything is better than being caught crying.

"Nice cat."

[horncrown]

He did not know, honestly. He remembers the names of his so called brothers being quite similar to him. Savage and Feral. Perhaps their family was noted for such characteristics. Whatever the reason behind his naming, it hardly mattered.

She does not offer her name back to him or introduce herself at all. Normally he would not care, frankly. Most people he comes to cross do not pique his interest quite enough for him to even consider them individual enough for a name. She was an exception, and so: "Have you no name?"

The ridge where brows would normally be rises just a touch.

"Iridonian is a people; Sith is a philosophy," well, technically it was also a people but those people were long gone and their ideals carried on. There was much more politics to that matter of the old days but he knew it not.

[streamed]

[Clara lifts her brows. A companion reunion, it seems.]

It's kind of complicated. Though I've said that a lot traveling with the Doctor. You probably know what I'm talking about. We haven't met, no, but I've seen you before.

[She examines the cube again, poking at the runes.]

It could be the thing that appeared was a portal from the Temple to here. Maybe this is a... prayer cube?

glad to be of help! o7

[dizzying]

Sure. Thanks.

[She flips on her faerie specs again, but the cat was too quick and has already reappeared. Still, that magic all over him is hard to decipher. Usually it's a spell to make a human into a puppet of the Tuatha Dé Danann so she's not sure if she should be trusting this guy. Luckily she's pretty confident in her fighting skills.]

Maybe there's peanut butter grilled cheese sandwiches there.

[solus_unus]

[Maybe it was the height advantage she had over him, or the fact that he was intrigued with Devi right from the get-go, but when she stepped on the hedge, he definitely didn't expect what he saw.

Caius' eyes lingered just a moment on her face before letting them drop to her chest. He tried not to stare too long, but it was kind of hard. She had a sick sense of style; one Caius appreciated. That much could be translated in his smile.

After they shook hands, he released hers and gave her a nod.]

Alright. So, which way is out again?

[solus_unus]

[He expected a voice to return his call, not what sounded like a violin. And one that was asking him where he was?

Wow, how the hell did he figure that out?

Caius stopped, turned his head towards where the strings hummed and looked up.]

Keep doing that, I think I can find you.