lostplayers | Test Drive Meme

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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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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

Isn't that better? [She grins at him, that same little challenging edge to it that she always greeted him with the times she managed to catch him out at one of the Signless' meetings.] What are you doing here too?

[He gapes at her for a second, horribly confused, before his face seals itself back up into an inscrutable mask. She acts like she recognizes him, but that's not hatred or animosity he hears in her voice, just the same vaguely friendly, challenging tone he's heard before. He almost wants to ask her if she knows who is he, but in the end, he just shrugs.]

Oh, yes, that's very informative. [There's a little bit of a cheerful laugh in her voice as she pokes him in the chest, needing to reach up to even make it that far.] Come on, it's too much of a coincidence that we keep on meeting this way, you know it is.

Coincidence. No more.

[Darkleer doesn't really believe that, but if that's what she thinks, he'll go with it. This is the first time he's spoken, and if she remembers what he sounded like before, she might notice that he sounds different now. Softer, raspier, like every word pains him, and he no longer speaks in complete, grammatically perfect sentences.]

Of course it... [It only takes a second or two for the difference in tone to get through to her, and then she's resting a hand on his arm and looking up in concern. What are personal space or a sense of fear? Not something Di has, apparently.]

Your voice, what happened to it? Were you hurt? [She's all concern for him, looking just about ready to climb up and look down his throat personally.]

[Darkleer startles and shies away from her touch. It's been sweeps since anyone has touched him, longer still since anyone has touched him so gently, and the concern in her voice makes his chest ache.]

Old injury. Healed now.

[As healed as it's going to get, anyway.]

That doesn't sound healed! And it hasn't been that long since I last saw you and you were fine then, it can't be that old of an injury. Here, come on, stop being a grub and sit down and let me take a look.

[He takes a few steps backward, out of her reach. It's funny, but she's always been able to intimidate him, this little wisp of a lowblood. It's how she shows no fear, even concern, when she's around him, even when she was a hunted, wanted rebel and he was an elite Archeradicator.]

[And what is she talking about, the last time they saw each other? It was sweeps and sweeps ago for him, and they certainly didn't part on good terms.]

Healed.

You're always so horribly hard-headed! I'm not going to hurt you, you should know that by now.

[She sighs, holding out a hand in what she hopes is a pacifying gesture.] Here, I won't touch you again. Just let me help you.

[He shrinks further away, unpacified and horribly uncomfortable, only moments away from using the voidy thing to get out of there.]

Unnecessary.

[She pauses and narrows her eyes at him, worried more than ever.]

What's wrong? What happened? It's not just the wound...

[Darkleer is no one's fool, and he's already gathered that people come from different times to this place. She must be from... before.]

[He lifts one huge, scarred hand and touches his chest before gesturing at her.]

Different times.

Different times?

[She blinks; Di is hardly an idiot either, yet it's hard to believe, what he's implying.]

You've come here from a different time than me? But you do still remember me, right?

[He nods at her.]

Later time.

[Does he remember her? A better question would be: could he ever forget her?]

Yes.

[Di smiles at him, her shoulders relaxing in relief. For some reason the thought of him not knowing her squeezes at her heart, hurts her.]

Then you know I don't mean you any harm. Will you sit with me a while?

[He wants to, he truly does. She's the first friendly face he can remember seeing a long time, and he always enjoyed--albeit reluctantly--their conversations together. But now he can't speak back to her very well, can't have a discussion, can't ask her questions or parry back her pointed jabs at him.]

[Moreover, he's not worthy of talking to her. Not after what he's done. She might be a treasonous rebel, but at least she was always genuine.]

No.

[The air around him starts to shimmer as he tries to use the voidy thing to get away.]

Oh, no you don't!

[She's on him in a flash, fingers wrapping around one arm, intent on not losing him. But beyond that her grip is light enough, non-threatening. Just trying to get him to stay.]

Please. It's good to see a familiar face here, don't go. There's no need for you to leave.

[He starts when she grabs him, unused to casual touch, and the shimmer around him intensifies for a moment before fading away.]

Can't stay.

[I'm not worthy of being in your presence. After all I did to you--all I'll do to you--you won't want me around. It's better that you just forget and move on, and not let me drag you further down.]

[He can't express that, though, so he just shakes his head and pulls away from her, repeating the few words he can manage until his voice cracks and fades away.]

Can't stay, can't stay, can't... stay...

Hush. Hush, no, it's all right, don't do that.

[He seems to be getting agitated rather than outright angry as she still sometimes finds herself expecting from highbloods - but at least agitated she can deal with, or try to, her voice low and as soothing as she can make it.]

[He looks at her, his face hopelessly sad. But that's just for a second, before it seals back up into a highblooded mask.]

Goodbye. Don't follow.

[He doesn't use the voidy thing this time, just starts walking away.]

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