Test Drive Meme

[darstone]

Comment here with your characters that you're thinking of bringing into LR, and tag around with other people to see how suitable they'd be for the game! As a note, these threads may be used for application samples, which are opening August 11th. So get your samples ready ahead of time with this meme! However, even if all participants are accepted with those characters, these threads will not be game canon. This meme is taking place in the setting of Darstone, so while you may leave your comment blank, I'd like to recommend you set up a scene or two in your initial comment. Some suggested settings are provided below, but make up whatever you'd like based off the setting pages! ⑴ Marketplace. There's a lot to do in the market-- not just buying goods and window shopping, but sitting down for a cup of coffee at an outdoor table, or getting a drink at a bar. ⑵ Housing. You've just gotten here and finally made it to your assigned apartment, but it turns out you have roommates, and they're one of them. ⑶ Adventuring. Whether out into the surrounding caves or taking a boat onto the lake, you're adventuring, maybe on a quest. Whoever's with you might be a member of your party-- or they might be trying to beat you to the reward. ⑷ Snow. What's snow doing in a cave? Isn't this weird? Well, Darstone is situated under a frosty mountain peak, and from time to time the local mages like to simulate the weather that's going on up above. That means there's some very light, fluffy snow falling from the cave ceiling right now.

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E%patriot Darkleer | Homestuck

[sagitterrifying]

[Most of the Archeradicators hate snow. While it can serve as cover, it also limits visibility, slows advancement, and can be used against them as easily as it can be used to their advantage. Whenever a mission arose that involved the snowy parts of Alternia, it used to be a mad scramble of Pass the Boonbuck until some poor soul got stuck with it.]

[That was before Darkleer rose through the ranks.]

[He likes the snow; some have even said, in jest, that it's the only thing the enormous, hulking troll has ever loved... but never within his earshot. He grew up in the mountains, chasing his thunderhoofbeast lusus from peak to peak, and snow is as much a part of him as his blue blood and the legendary bow that is never far from his side. It seems, sometimes, that the snow loves him too, swirling around him and concealing his movements, barely dipping in when he walks on it, the crust of the snow never breaking beneath his footfalls. It was his abilities in the snow that helped him escape, after that night in the arena, the night of the Signless' execution, the night when his world shattered all around him like ice under a crushing fist.]

[He's in the snow now, crouching in a corner of the cave, letting it fall softly on his shoulders and in his thick hair. For someone so large and conspicious, there's a sense of absence around him, like you could look right at him and immediately forget he was there.]

whoops, an AU Feferi ruins the scene!

[unfathomabubbly]

[ Snow! It was an idyllic, quiet scene for all of a moment.

It was all fluffy and white and maybe even a little chilly even to her own terribly cold blood. And Feferi exalts with a cheerful series of glubs as she dances about in it. She's shoeless, wearing a ratty jacket with her tyrian sign over an equally unkempt shirt and skirt that barely reaches her knees.

She spins and twirls and slips off of a ledge when she catches sight of someone below only to land in a little drift of the bright white snow. ]

It's fintastic, isn't it?

[ With that little shout, she ventures closer with her eyes alight with interest. Maybe she should have not paid much mind to the massive blueblood-- they were dangerous and lewd, she'd been told by her moirail-- but it was all just too exciting. ]

gosh, can't a man brood in peace?!

[sagitterrifying]

[Whelp, shit.]

[Darkleer tenses as the young troll approaches, recognizing the fins and accent of a seadweller, and he prepares himself to either fight to the death or flee for his life. When dealing with seadwellers, those are the only two options that remain to him, and Archermedes has tasted purple blood on more than one occasion. He stands, the snow falling off him, rising to his towering height, and looks down at her. This one is young; perhaps he can bluff his way out of this. It's been awhile since anyone has come looking for the Expatriot, seeking to make a name by themselves by spilling his blood.]

My lady.

[His voice is a deep, bass rumble, as much felt as it is heard.]

where's the fun in that?

[unfathomabubbly]

[ Delighted, she giggles a little as she spins one more time. She's bouncing in place, filled with this incredible energy that she can't seem to tame.

What a blueblood! A blueblood with manners, the kinds of manners that belong in a courtly situation. She's seen the movies, she knows how this works to a degree. With a broad, shark-toothed grin, she draws herself up and presents a hand for him to kiss.

No one's ever told her she shouldn't, after all. ]

Good evening, sir blueblood. [ Another glubby giggle. ] It's glubbing lovely here, don't you think?

maybe Darkleer thinks brooding is fun!

[sagitterrifying]

[Uh...]

[That sure is a seadweller offering him her hand, isn't it? Darkleer wars with himself, trying to decide if he should accept or not, if this is as dangerous as it feels. This is some kind of test, he can just feel it!]

[Eventually, he bows to her, a little stiffly, like he once knew how to do it very well and has since forgotten, and takes her hand, brushing his cool, dry lips across its back.]

[unfathomabubbly]

[ Now that's a good start, though he's much too quiet for her tastes. She pulls back, offering a curtsey she's practiced as she watched her reflection many times, and focuses her gaze on him all the while.

There's something strange about this blueblood, not that she should be judging strange or not-strange when it comes to other trolls. ]

Is it just a perchsonal flaw? This not talking much all awkward and such?

[sagitterrifying]

[That is a lovely little curtsey, even though it's glaringly obvious to Darkleer that it's self-taught, rather than learned by a teacher instructing her in the finer arts of courtly grace.]

[Her pushiness and blunt comments come as no surprise--all seadwellers are like that, in his experience, and he expected as much. He watches her for a moment or two longer than is strictly necessary, then clears his throat before answering.]

Nothing to say.

[whomheloved]

[The Disciple has travelled in all weathers and climates, through snow and over sand - but warmth has always been her favourite, the heavy balmy heat that seemed to engulf her and keep her safe after a hard night of travelling or hunting.

So unsurprisingly she's not happy to be knee-deep in snow at all.

And even less happy at the crawling sensation up her spine of not being alone, her senses feeding her conflicting information.]

[sagitterrifying]

[Her. What is she doing here?]

[Darkleer stays still as a stone, willing himself into invisibility, hoping he can blend into the wall behind him and pass unnoticed. He doesn't know if she'll remember him... but he certainly remembers her.]

[whomheloved]

[Remember him? No, not quite. As the blueblood she's run into at some of Signless' meetings, perhaps, but not as his executioner. That's yet to come for her, only a short way into her future, but her smile is still bright and her cheerfulness untainted right now.

Well, except for the grumbling she's doing about all the snow.]

Caves should be warm, what do they think they're doing... [She mumbles to herself as she kicks up some snow, wandering vaguely in Darkleer's direction but apparently still oblivious to his presence.]

[sagitterrifying]

[Darkleer shrinks away, moving his back up against the cave wall, using the rudimentary psychic skills he'd been hatched with--unusual for a blueblood, but not unheard of--to try and shield himself from her. He'd once used those powers to climb the chain of command in the Archeradicators and then to keep himself alive, and he doubts there's any troll who can find him when he's completely cloaked in them.]

[Any troll except this one, with her infernal nose and hunting skills. Still, though, he's going to try.]

[whomheloved]

[His movements are nigh on silent, or would be to anyone but her. Making him move had been her goal all along and now her head slowly swivels in his direction, nose picking a trace of something in the air and her other senses registering an absence that is conspicuous by its very existence.]

Must you always do that? [Though she sounds more amused than anything.]

[sagitterrifying]

[Curse her and her stupid highly developed senses! If she wasn't a lowblood, she would have made a fine Archeradicator.]

[Knowing he's spotted, Darkleer stands up, snow falling off his shoulders and out of his hair, a sudden looming presence where seconds before there had been none. He nods to her, but doesn't speak.]

I CAN'T STAY AWAY FROM YOU

[temperamentalcultist]

[Gamzee is a mountain kid. And though his hive is located in one of the more protected valleys, he's seen plenty of snow during his life time. Every dark season and every trip to the high scraggly mountain peaks with his lusus brings more of the white stuff, and you'd think by now Gamzee'd be bored with it. But nope. For some reason snow just continues to be a miracle to him.

Too bad the miracle didn't come with one of the nice thick hoodies he normally likes to wear while exploring the snow, but ah well. Can't fuss over life's details.

Tucking his hands in his pockets, he walks contently. His eyes are glowing ever so faintly as he directs his psionics through the air, pushing the snow up in flurries and new patterns, making the flakes dance all around him. And in all his goofing around, he hasn't even noticed the adult troll keeping himself hidden. Which is a good thing because he has never seen an adult before, and to be honest, he might just piss himself.]

MY B100B100DS BRING ALL YOUR GAMZEES TO THE YARD

[sagitterrifying]

[Mountain kid... I see what you did there.]

[Darkleer tilts his head, watching the yellowblood wander past. He knows how powerful this particular caste can be, but he's not particularly intimidated, or even making much of an effort to hide himself. Psionics bear no great love for the Empire, and he's willing to gamble that this one won't try to kill him or turn him in. Either way, it will be best to move if he's spotted.]

[temperamentalcultist]

[Gamzee's psionics function as an extension of his self and in an odd way, he can feel every snowflake he touches as a tickle to the back of his neck. He can't really put the sensation to words, can't all being to narrow an experience that huge down into something as silly as noise. And it is his psionics that give him the first clue to Darkleer being there, accidentally, innocently brushing over the large blueblood's hidden form. It makes him stop in his tracks, turning a quizzical expression in the direction of where the sensation had come from. His attention to the snow is lost, and it instantly starts to fall into more normal patterns again, clinging to his hair and horns.

His lusus would tell him to be careful in a situation like this. His lusus is also not here.]

Awww shit, motherfucker. Nobody did all went to informing me of us playing hide and fuckin' go seek here.

[sagitterrifying]

[Hide and seek. He thinks Darkleer is playing hide and seek.]

[This one is either a fool, or the cleverest assassin ever. Darkleer stays where he is, watching the other troll closely, ready to spring away if he has to. Let's see if the yellowblood can use his psionics to find him.]

[temperamentalcultist]

[Yes. Just look at this skinny, lanky kid with the untamed fro and the oversized clothes and untied mountain boots. He truly is the very model image of a well-trained, dangerous assassin.]

Aight, well, ready or not, here I come.

[He 'feels' out the way in front of him with his psionics, locating Darkleer completely, before putting a casual hold on him with his powers. Nobody ever told him that is not how you play hide and seek!

Actually... nobody ever played hide and seek with him before.]

Found ya!

you said "casual hold," so let me know if this isn't okay and I'll change it

[sagitterrifying]

[Oh, hale NAH!]

[The instant Darkleer feels psionics beginning to tighten around him, he throws himself into frenetic, surging motion, trying to explode outward and away from their suffocating grasp. The young troll might look like a goofy nobody, but that could be part of his assassin's disguise, and Darkleer won't let himself be taken like this. He hasn't fought for survival for all these years to let it be taken away so easily.]

[majyyksandstuff]

[Hm Hm hm hm hm. It seems as if she wasn't alone in the snow. She was getting her merry fill on, and goodness almighty was she working away at a snowman at this rate. She had caught wind of Darkleer quite a few times as she passed by to inspect where the most snow was collecting right at the moment before figuring out where exactly to be. It was closer to him, but still with a comfortable distance.

MAN. There was just SOMETHING about him, though. Something that seemed... familiar??? Or something? Who knows. For now, she kept her distance. She could clearly see that guy was big, and he looked a lil' bit like trouble.

Well, nothing she couldn't handle of course. Hahaha... eh. Yeah, she's just going to try to figure out how to get this thing started.]

[sagitterrifying]

[Go awaaaaaaay, weird pink star monkey, he doesn't want any trouble with you!]

[Darkleer stays where he is, entirely prepared to wait her out. He can stay out in the snow for days on end... can she?]

[majyyksandstuff]

[Noooope. She's gonna get her nosey self in places she shouldn't!!

Pffft of course not, she's not superwoman. Gosh.

And here she goes, edging herself a little bit closer as she starts rollin' the bottom of the snowman around. God, she's so off-balance right now, it's amazing she hasn't tripped herself up yet.]

[sagitterrifying]

[What is she doing now?]

[Darkleer keeps a close eye on her, now vaguely curious. What strange snow rolling ritual is this?]

[majyyksandstuff]

[She stops herself from tumbling over a couple of times, and the last time she stops she looks at the size of the bottom. It seemed to be the size it should be... hopefully. She smiles, taking a step back from the large snowball.]

Perf.

[Aight, time to start rollin' a smaller one for the body.]

[sagitterrifying]

[Darkleer stays hidden, stays quiet, but he's watching intently. He's seen others like this one around, other pink star monkeys, and it would probably be wise to learn as much as he can about their behaviour.]