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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[countseadipshit]

[That eases him somewhat. It's not that Dirk was entirely off, so much as the notion of someone thinking they can read him so easy digs under his husk. Not that it stops him from giving him a weird look for how light the handshake is. His own hand retracts to its spot against the cup.]

Sgrub, not Sburb.

[He takes a drink, using the space of it to consider the implications. There was a dude with shades on that team, wasn't there?]

I was under the impression you humans knew who we were by now. What rock hawe you been liwin' under?

[bronographic]

[Sorry Eridan, not everyone is privileged enough to have other members of their race that they can see face to face for mundane things like handshakes.]

Pretty sure it's Sburb, but sure.

[Maybe the trolls renamed their game something different, he doesn't know, and he's not about to argue it really.]

I'm fairly certain you might be mistaking me for someone else, I don't know any trolls personally. There's really only one where I'm from anyway, and I wouldn't be sitting down at a table with her, chatting over coffee, that's for sure.

[countseadipshit]

It's Sgrub, far as our wersion goes.

[You tryin' to tell him he's wrong, Dirk?]

[The answer gets another curious narrowing of the eyes. This is... not anything he expected, or that makes sense by his understanding of the situation.]

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

[bronographic]

Like I said, sure.

[He figured he wouldn't have a clue what he was referring to and maybe that was the point of the vagueness.]

Well, we know her as the Baroness, the Batterwitch, and a few other collective nicknames. But I guess to you trolls, she's better known as Her Imperious Condescension.

[countseadipshit]

The Empress? How the heck did she get any measure a near to your uniwerse when we couldn't rightly enter it ourselwes?

[Surely her blood must have kept her from being affected by the Vast Glub, but doesn't answer one bit of the rest. Not all of which he can even form into words presently, with so much of the base premise beyond expectation.]

[bronographic]

I figured that'd get your attention.

[But he's not exactly sure if that's a good thing, or a bad thing...]

I don't know why you were trying to enter our universe, but... I dunno if I should tell you. I mean, you just want me to expose it and all its vulnerable details, like I'm some drunk sorority girl at a frat party, too inebriated to keep my own damn shirt on.

[There might be the SLIGHTEST upward pull at the corner of Dirk's mouth.]

I say, how ungentlemanly of you, and here you haven't even bought me a fucking drink first.

[countseadipshit]

Because we're the ones who made you lousy bunch a ingrates, that's why.

[He snorts at that. Dirk's attitude is hardly going anything to assuage his confusion, particularly with that odd... is that a metaphor he's trying to pull? He leans back a touch, head tilting, and adjusts his glasses.]

I don't know what a frat party is or what that's got to do with your shirt stayin' on, but if you want a drink that bad you can buy your own fuckin' coffee. Now spill, 'cause we ain't gettin' any closer to understandin' each other otherwise.

[bronographic]

[Dirk's hardly surprised that went over Eridan's head, even if trolls had their frat parties and the like, Eridan hardly looks the type to take part in one let alone be invited.]

You made us?

[There might be a sound of disbelief there, but it doesn't last long.]

Sorry if I don't fully buy that, especially considering that the only thing a troll's ever done to us humans is expunge us. But it's cool, about the drink thing, I'm not that big of a fan of coffee anyways.

[But he pauses, looking Eridan over for a second.]

As far as me spilling it goes, I don't have all the details, despite my more than extensive research, but she arrived on Earth in a huge red space ark. Her planet seemingly went through some sort of cataclysmic event, leaving her to be the only one of her kind left.

[A quirk of his eyebrow.]

But I'd wager it safe to say you probably have an idea about that, right?

[countseadipshit]

That's what I said. That's half the end goal of Sgrub, stupid.

[He's utterly serious, too. Not that being irked by the disbelief stops him from listening to the rest - he wants to hear the explanation on this mess. And a mess is certainly what it is, resulting in another odd configuration of quirked eyebrows, narrowed eyes, and uneven fin folds.]

That would be the Reckonin', followed by the Wast Glub. First one basically destroyed what was on our home planet, Alternia, and the second was this psychic shockwawe from Gl'bgolyb that went and wiped out ewery troll but her in the rest of the galaxy. Gl'bgolyb bein' emissary to the horrorterrors and a huge pain in the ass when she gets more than a little fuckin' hungry, as was what happened there.

But a course she tried to expunge you: we're a race a conquerors hatched and bred, and we cull off the weak who aren't fit for aidin' the process. Which still tells me all of nothin' on how she got from our uniwerse into yours.