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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[whomheloved]

Hush, I said. Whatever reason it is you're thinking of, it doesn't matter, not now.

[Sure, Darkleer, remove her hand from your arm. She'll just latch onto the removing-hand instead.]

[sagitterrifying]

[Clearly, he's not going to win this argument, and Darkleer gives up. He knows what he knows, though, and he knows this kindness and friendship won't last.]

[whomheloved]

[VICTORY. Di smiles up at him, patting his hand.] Sit with me for a while?

[sagitterrifying]

[He doesn't answer, but if she tries to lead him somewhere to sit, he'll follow.]

[whomheloved]

[And lead him to a place to sit she does, only letting go of him once they're both seated next to each other, her book placed carefully on the other side of her.]

[sagitterrifying]

[Darkleer sits beside her, positively ill at ease. He wants to get away, this is making him horribly uncomfortable.]

[whomheloved]

[Di sighs and picks up her book, thumbing through it to a page close to the back - the writing and drawings on it are faded though, having been done a long time ago.

And she starts reading, the story of a tiny wriggler and her great strong purrbeast lusus, something she'd put together from half-forgotten memories and remembrances. A little bit of an offering of herself to show him trust.]

[sagitterrifying]

[If that was supposed to make him feel better, it has the opposite effect. Darkleer hangs his head, his hair falling forward in two dark wings to hide his face.]

[Why does she persist in this? If she only knew what he'd done, the pain he's caused her, she would want nothing to do with him. And he would accept that, he would acknowledge how proper that would be, and they could go their separate ways.]

[It also makes him miss his own lusus, beaten to death by subjugglators at the same time he was getting similiar treatment. The old warhorse had been STRONG enough to survive everything else, but not that.]

[whomheloved]

[She pauses - Darkleer, could you please look less miserable? She sighs and reaches out to push some of his hair out of his face, gently hooking it behind one of his ears. There, better.

There's more to her story, and she continues, determined to tell it. It's a happy story for much longer. Her lusus killed, painfully murdered, by a highblood's stronger lusus when trying to defend Di from them, and Di herself barely getting away. Years of living rough and nearly feral with fear and the pain of being so alone, but too scared to reach out to any other troll.]

[sagitterrifying]

[He flinches away when she reaches for his face, one hand rising to cover his throat. He relaxes a fraction when she brushes his hair aside, although as soon as she moves her hand he twitches his ear so his hair falls free again.]

[He isn't really listening for the rest of the story, lost in memories and regret. Some distant part of him recognizes that this is something important to her, but he can't really focus on it. His thoughts are lost to the void.]

[whomheloved]

[At some point her voice trails off; she noticed that he's not listening, caught up in his own thoughts so that even if she continues to what she'd hoped would be a comforting conclusion to the tale, it would be lost on him.

Another time, then.

She brushes his hair back once more, movements even slower and more careful that before after the way he'd flinched from her. Leaning forward, she peers up into his face, offering him a small, gentle smile.]

Isn't there anything I can do for you? No one should be so sad.