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!

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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?

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Caius Vitale (OC) | Highlander

[solus_unus]

[He probably should have taken a right after that second left. Or, maybe he should have gone straight through, rather than take the right before the first left. Regardless, he was lost now, and no matter what turn he made where only ended up putting Caius deeper into the maze.

So, what does a person do?]

MARCO!

[Hey, it's worth a try.]

[artistwithasickness]

[Mazes were always interesting and being a reader came with horror stories about the garden mazes, so there was no way that Devi wasn't going to try and have at least one honest go of the challenge. For the greatness in her sense of time, her sense of direction is crap and she's stopped at a dead end, staring at the wall of green with debates of just tearing through it.

But an honest go, right? With a shake of her head, she turns around and hears 'MARCO' called out. After a second, and no other answers, she replies herself. Can't just leave that hanging.]

POLO!

[solus_unus]

[Now stopped at yet another leafy green intersection, not expecting anyone to answer, the Immortal stood scratching his head when he heard the female voice echo. Caius spun on his heel, and began walking towards it.]

MARCO?

[artistwithasickness]

[The call came back and she looked left and right at her T intersection. Her ears are better then her sense of direction, and he sounded to the left, so that the way she went.]

POLO.

[solus_unus]

[Getting closer...

Caius moved, sure that if someone was watching from somewhere above the labyrinth, that they were providing some very amusing entertainment. He turned right, around the hedge and arrived at another decision. He stood there a moment before calling out something different.]

HOT?

[artistwithasickness]

[Good, fuck Marco Polo. His question gets a laugh and she decides that maybe floating up the wall to get a look out over the maze didn't really count as cheating. If nothing else, it might give her a better ear of which way he was. Devi responds just as loudly.]

I don't know, never met Marco Polo. I heard he wore a bitchn' hat though!

[solus_unus]

[Yeah, there's only so much Marco Polo'ing he was willing to do, but he was that much closer to her because of it. Maybe even on the other side of the hedge and up a little.

He laughed at her response.]

Sure, if you like Middle Age do-rags.

[He rounded the corner and saw her up ahead.]

[artistwithasickness]

[She leaned on the hedge as she heard, then saw him round the corner and wore an amused smirk.]

It's not much different then current hat fashion choices. Just now with less lice or plague.

[solus_unus]

[He shrugged, closing the distance between them, with a visible smile.]

Oh, I don't know. Even back then Polo's hat didn't trend very well. Or, so I've heard.

[artistwithasickness]

That was the end of the 12th Century. Any fashion choices from that era should probably be shot and buried.

[It was said lightheartedly and in a friendly manner, even her following questions, despite the forwardness.]

So who are you?

[solus_unus]

I definitely agree. Favorite era then?

[He's close enough now that they stand a few feet apart from each other.]

I'm Caius. Who are you? Besides lost.

[artistwithasickness]

[Well, he stands, Devi remains perched on the hedge edge on her side of the wall.]

I'm not the one that's lost. I'm Devi, and I don't have a favorite era.

Far too young and wide traveled. What about you?

[solus_unus]

[He glances up]

Huh. So, you're not up there looking for the way out? From down here it kind of looks like you're cheating.

Kind of partial to Ancient Rome myself.

Hey, can you see the way out from up there?

[artistwithasickness]

Nope, I'm in it for the challenge and up here because of you. And I haven't left my side of the hedge so it doesn't count.

Is it the togas, the gold wreath-y crowns, or the fucked up Mythos?

[She cut corners. Devi looks around and points diagonally over his left shoulder.]

Looks like a ways that way, though I won't give you the step by step turns.

[solus_unus]

Fair enough. [Laughs. Caius turns to look where Devi points, then back to her.]

Neither. What part of the fucked up Mythos are you talking about because there's a few.

[artistwithasickness]

That's like asking me to pick my favorite book. Ceres, Pluto and Proserpine come easiest to mind. Always sounded like the Greeks had more fun, if you ask me.

[solus_unus]

Yeah, that's the rumor. [a bit of a knowing smile there.] Then again, the Greeks sure knew how to tell stories better than anyone else.

But, no, the Mythos isn't it either.

[artistwithasickness]

The Greeks are known for their stories and Rome for it's war.. And the Vatican.

[She propped her chin on a bent wrist.]

Why then?

[solus_unus]

[nope. not even going spare an opinion on the Vatican. he agrees on the rest with a nod.]

Something about the realism of it. Nothing was easy. People didn't take things for granted back then. Life had one lesson: kill or be killed.

[his tone drifts a little, remembering his all the lives he took, and his First Death. realising how serious that sounded, he shrugged.]

Nothing like it is now.

[artistwithasickness]

Not here, anyway. Or at home.

[That was a life lesson that she was far too familiar with. The seriousness came with the ideal as well.]

So I take it then that you're ridiculously old. [A teasing tone, having caught his drift and the experience that sounded behind the words]

Vampire?

[resonatespeech]

[Wren is used to things like hedge mazes, so when she finds herself in one, she approaches it with the same sort of focus she applies to music, and to magic. And to fighting. She, however, has no idea what the cry of ‘Marco’ means, exactly. But she understands the meaning behind the word. She cannot call out in kind, cannot tell him where she is or that she’s coming to look for him.

So she pulls her violin from where it hangs on her back, draws her bow, before tucking it under her chin and playing a questioning series of notes that carry through the maze, saying, plain as day, ‘Where are you?’]

[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.

[resonatespeech]

[Wren grins briefly, playing a short two note agreement. Then her playing shifts into a more playful melody. Come and find her.]

[solus_unus]

[He doesn't move yet, but at her next musical message Caius slowly smiles]

Is that a dare?

[resonatespeech]

[She laughs. No, her music says, a challenge.]