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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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[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.

Oh, whale then!

[ She shrugs and keeps smiling up at him, seemingly transfixed. He's so very big and so fascinating, not having anything to say isn't an impediment to her at all. ]

That probubbly makes sense, now doesn't it? I am Feferi Peixes, and you can be very quiet if you'd like.

[Darkleer shifts from foot to foot, positively ill at ease. He doesn't understand why this seadweller is being so pleasant to him--positively kind, even--and he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. This is why he simply nods stiffly when she gives her name and doesn't respond with his own. Once she knows he's the E%patriot, he'll have to be on guard again, and being spoken to like this... it's nice. He's forgotten what it's like to see a friendly face.]

Glub. Settled then, it's surfinly settled.

[ All in all, she really probably shouldn't be this friendly. It was horribly dangerous, as dangerous as anything in a world she's unfamiliar with. It's probably worth getting culled for, but she's sharp and easy on her bare feet and not even a massive, adult blueblood will break her stride.

She turns and takes a few steps, and suddenly scoops up a handful of that chilly snow.

And, unsurprisingly, an ill-formed snowball is suddenly arcing towards his chest. ]

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[That was nice while it lasted.]

[The snowball ends up splattering on the cave wall rather than on Darkleer; he was there, and then he wasn't, the air where he'd been just a moment before seeming to shimmer for a split second before going back to normal. He didn't flashstep; he'd just used the Void to his advantage and gotten out of the way, a technique that's saved his life more times than he can count.]

[He's behind Feferi now, ankle-deep in the snow, watching her bemusedly and seeing if she figures out what just happened.]

[ She is left staring at the mark on the stone where bits of the snowball remained after impact. Give her a second to figure this one out.

Okay, she didn't actually figure that one out, but she did whirl around in baffled confusion with a distinctly offended glubglubglub.

And oh! There he is again! She darts forward to scoop up more snow with a gleeful (if unnervingly predatory) whoop. ]

[Okay, no. This game is not fun anymore, especially not when she's making noises like that.]

[Darkleer voids out of the way again, and this time moves farther away, but into a tree. Once there, he crouches down, making himself as small and inconspicuous as he can, hoping she'll go away.]

[ There is an underfed seadweller in the single digits of age trying to throw snow at him, and he is afraid.

Good job, Darkleer.

Well, she'll have to hunt him down then, won't she? Except he's very good at this and she's not entirely sure she'll succeed. That wouldn't do at all, she had found him quite interesting in the short interaction just so far. ]

Hey, you conch just disappear entirely!

[There is an underfed seadweller, who looks just like the Condesce who has wanted him dead for the last several sweeps, throwing snow at him like might be full of explosives or other weapons aimed at his demise.]

[There. Fixed that for you.]

[Darkleer stays in the tree, watching her look for him. He's not giving away his location so easily, even if she doesn't seem particularly intimidating.]

[ She is perfectly harmless right now!

Admittedly, she is very dangerous in general, but she's obviously not bombed anything. She prowls around in the snow for a bit, even circling the tree, but she doesn't look up yet.

She does eventually plop down at the base of the tree with a disappointed whine, however. ]

[Wow, if she's making a face like she is in that icon, Darkleer is just going to stay right where he is! Part of his Archeradicator training was long hours spent being perfectly still and silent, so he can stay up in this tree for a long time.]

[ Pshaw, she is the cutest shark-toothed alien capable of becoming a semi-feral murder machine with the wrong motivation, and Darkleer surely knows it. She kicks her heels up and down, drumming them against the frozen ground and kicking up snow as she looks around.

And then she looks up.

And grins. ]

[Shit.]

[Time to do the only sensible thing and use the voidy thing to get the hell out of here!]

[ No! No confusing whatever he's doing this time!

She springs, small and wiry but with that alarming seadweller speed and strength on the land. She was going for it, quite sure that if she somehow managed to tackle an adult that it'd do no harm.

And if she didn't, that poor tree was going to suffer some severe damage. ]

[Too late! Darkleer manages to do the voidy thing and get away, although he's sure he feels her hand running through his hair as he makes his escape.]

[He reappears several yards away from the tree, in the snow, looking back to see what happened.]

[ A mess of snapped branches, thick and solid and torn clear off the trunk when she lands in it. Her fingers dig into the bark, and she makes a plaintive sound. ]

You're a glubbing cheat, you are. You know you are. I want to play in and you're nofin but a ghost.

[ She glubs to herself. ]

The quietest and fastest of ghosts, water you even doing to me? I'll chase and chase and catch air and frozen water and no more.

[Well, that just offends his highblood sensibilities! Darkleer knows the smartest thing to do is just walk away while she's distracted, but he won't tolerate being called a cheat!]

No cheat. Void.

[His voice is a low, deep rasp. He pauses, then adds.]

No play.

Glub that, yes play! Shorely you can manage that much, you won't be so dour and dull.

[ And without giving any indication that she's about to act, she tears off at him. ]

[Darkleer waits until she's very close, then steps out of the way.]

No play.

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Test Drive Meme

whoops, an AU Feferi ruins the scene!

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

where's the fun in that?

maybe Darkleer thinks brooding is fun!

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whoops wrong journal

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