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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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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.

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.

“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.”

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."

“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.”

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?"

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.

Zoey has nothing to fear from Logan. The Paladin is well used to magic. It is not overly common in every village but common enough that he understands it. Now if she was using it to hurt people or dominate their minds he would object violently.

"Ah. Thou art a sorceress, then?"

He acts as if it is nothing. "Then what I art about to do will not trouble thee. Good. I would be unhappy if it made thee uncomfortable. I trry to avoid such things."

He places his hand over the cleaned cut. Something about his hand seems to glow. Most of the wound is sealed up by the time he pulls his hand away.

"Alas, the wound was longer and deeper than I can heal in one day. It will be better on the marrow."

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