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Test Drive Meme

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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Shit, I'm all like to be guessin' from your sign you be blue.

[Wait, who were they talking about? This dude in front of him or Equius? Or was this dude also Equius? Which was a pan-ache and a half trying to fuckin' comprehend that.]

Uh, Equius is supposed to up and be tyrian though.

[Equius' jaw drops. He doesn't even know what to do with that. Of course if he were tyrian it would be his duty to command the Empire and all the trolls, but to have such a position within the hemospectrum, he would never aspire to such a thing.] That...that's impossible. I am most certainly not tyrian blooded! I... you see me as the Heir to the Empire?

[Gamzee gives a relaxed little shrug.]

I see you as some brother what comes fronting to me about being Equius but I ain't got my understanding on for how that shit can be true.

I see him as some motherfucker what needs to be fuckin' schoolfed all in the miracle art of chilling the fuckin out. Learn himself how to get his tits down to a simmer, you get?

[He pauses then laughs.]

But being all sorts of fuckin' straight with you here... this shit's starting to feel like some whack-ass dream a brother gets after dipping his pan a bit too fuckin' deep-wise in the slime. Maybe we'll get to sprouting some fuckin' wings next and we can be the most bitchtits pair of fuckin' fairies here at.

[To be fair, if this is a dream, it's the best fuckin' trip he has had in ages. What was in that slime, he wants another batch.]

Edited 2012-08-05 02:04 (UTC)

[Equius thinks about that for a moment, shoving the board back into place and bending some nails around until the board is secure. Reasonably secure.

Finally he looks back at Gamzee, his lip curling a bit. He doesn't know how to handle the thought of himself as Emperor, as a sea dweller. It's all just too confusing. But he can certainly grasp how to act around a yellowblood who's rotted his thinkpan on sopor.]

So you indulge in the consumption of damaging chemicals, then? Disgusting.

[Not rotted! Well, maybe a little. On the edges.]

Awww, motherfucker, just fuckin' like lay off a brother, yeah? The ol' Goat gives me nothing but gruff at it either, but ain't nothing what works for a wicked pan-splitting ache then some of that shit. I all figure like, me wanting to fry my nug off be worse on the braincase than some slime.

Headaches? [He snorts faintly, still contemptuous] Whatever the reason, it is befitting of one so low to bring themselves lower. I should have expected that you would be like this.

[Gamzee seems to go slightly stiller, looking Equius full in the face.]

Don't.

[The blueblood goes stiff in response. The sight of this face, with different eyes and covered in blood and paint, flashes across his vision. But he stands firm. This isn't his Gamzee. This Gamzee should be the one to submit to Equius]

You have no right, as a yellowblood, to give me commands, Gamzee Makara.

[His lips quirk, a little wry.]

Yeah, now you all be sounding the motherfucker what I be in know of.

Naturally, as a tyrian blood, the Equius you know would treat you as beneath him. That's only natural and correct.

Naw, it's dumb as fuck. Just cause your swill got a shade all being different from mine ain't make you any motherfuckin' better as me.

[He growls softly] It's not a matter of being 'better' or 'worse'. It's a matter of social standing and correct behaviour.

Aww, brother, you drank the koolaid fuckin' deep, didn't you? Got yourself swimming in all that misinformation what they spread at ya.

[He shakes his head for a moment.]

You gotta open up your sound-catchers and pump for what be real miracle truth what there be.

[He finds the response irritating, and looks away, gritting his broken teeth] I need not listen to your foolishness.

You sure? Might do you some fuckin' good to get your understand on for knowing that alla that shit don't matter. Blood and colours and shit. We all be hatched equal.

Edited 2012-08-05 17:07 (UTC)

It certainly does matter! To imply otherwise is not only foolish, but depraved. There are differences between the blood colours, and we all have our place - myself included!

Listen, brother, I don't be meaning to strife here. Maybe we can all like to be sitting down together as a pair of chill-ass brothers. Drink us a cold one together and try and get out understand on together, yeah?

No. [He folds his arms and looks down his nose at the other troll. He's not looking to strife, either, but he's definitely not open to the ideas Gamzee's espousing.] You are a lowblood. Thus, your purpose from hatching is to obey those higher than you. I, also, have my position within this hierarchy. Anything else is simply depraved. If you were to try to command me, then I-- [Uh, he's breaking out in a sweat now, but he goes on valiantly] It would be proper to resist such commands, and, and to order you to stop.

[Shit, so stiff and grouchy. Maybe that's an Equius thing. Or maybe a blueblood thing. Karkat gets all sorts of fuckin' grouchy too.]

Now see there's where we all got to having us a motherfuckin' problem, man. I got my pan clued into another truth that be. A truth that says my only purpose be to all fuckin' live this motherfuckin' life how my pump tells me it's right to be living.

[He reaches over, patting Equius idly on the shoulder. Eww. Wet.]

Sorry.

[He doesn't sound really sorry.]

[Okay, there's a flinch and even a bit of a cringe. He's okay, really okay confronting Gamzee, but when the other troll actually reaches for him, it's a combination of really not being used to touch, and the memory of his face looking down at him while he culls him, and for a moment his blood pusher is pounding a mile a minute.

He takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.]

Fine, then. It seems, we can't convince one another.

[That reaction is a little weird, but Gamzee lets it pass. If Equius ever has half a pan to explain it or to speak about it, he's sure he will. No need to go prying. Sometimes stuff just isn't read to be said.]

Seems to be that way.

[But he is not done talking yet! He almost never gets to talk to people face to face. This is a moment to be treasured. And just cause they can't agree on hemo-politics doesn't mean there aren't a million other awesome subjects to talk about instead.]

Shit, how about this... how about you and me get ourselves down to enjoying a good sit down, be as chillax as two bros can all be. I got some drink to share right here. It'll be a bitchtits time to be had. Wait...

[Even without Equius agreeing to it, he digs in his sylladex for a bottle of the off-brand, sugary hell-hole of a soda that he enjoys, and soon enough a bottle comes out of his miracle modus. Not into his hand. No, that would be convenient. Instead a bottle goes sailing out with all the speed of a rocket, shooting out over the (badly) repaired fence, thudding off the head of one of the lobster-beasts a couple of feet away.

Gamzee is quiet for a moment, then--]

Whoops.

[Equius was about to say no, but he was distracted by the rocket-propelled soda. He watches in horror as it bounces off the head of a lobster, which then shakes itself and turns to look at them with its beady eyes. It swipes at a nearby herd-mate, which recoils and starts a chain reaction of bumping and claw swiping through the herd.]

What have you done?

I didn't fuckin' mean to! My dex just all got its own fuckin' plans sometimes and...

[He trails off. The herd by now is a mess of angry chirpy lobster noises and claws clacking and oh fuck.]

Uuhh... are they like... looking at us?

[cause Gamzee has the sneaking suspicion that the beasts are. It is probably the countless of beady eyes that suddenly turned in their direction.]

Yes, I believe they are.

[One of the lobsters starts to move, and suddenly all of the creatures are beginning to stampede, straight towards them and the hastily repaired fence. Equius grits his teeth]

Fiddlesticks! You should run.

[With a horselike snort, he plants himself in front of the lobsters, intending to block the stampede with his own strength]

Right.

[He can't deny that that is a very good suggestion! Though in his mind when Equius said 'you should run' it really came across more as 'we should bolt'. Which is why he is turning on his heel quickly, blindly grabbing a handful of Equius' sweaty top and giving it a good yank.]

Come on, bro. Time to fuckin' make like jets.

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