lostplayers | 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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No, wait! [Equius shouts after him, growing desperate. It's a matter of no thought to STRONG leap after the older troll, determined to keep up. He might be smaller, but he isn't hampered by armour.] Please, I only want to talk to you!

Nothing to say.

[Darkleer rasps over his shoulder at the young troll, and continues his flight. You don't want to be my descendent, you don't want to share my sign, you don't want to be attached to the E%patriot, go away, go away go away go away...]

[Equius has never felt so rejected. His lusus was dutiful, and he had close friends throughout his childhood. The only person who has come close is Aradia. He grits his teeth and speeds up, determined. He doesn't know the reason why the troll is running from him, but he's sure it has to be some kind of misunderstanding]

I won't harm you! Just stop!

[Like such a young troll could harm Darkleer, pfffft.]

[The kid might be younger, but being unburdened by armor, he's faster, and Darkleer can hear him catching up. He silently berates himself for firing that arrow--those things wouldn't have hurt the wiggler, he could have held them off just fine--and adds it to the constantly growing list of Ways in Which E%patriot Darkleer is a Giant Failure.]

[He skids to a halt, stopping abruptly, and whirls around, a sudden looming, hulking presence, and rasps out one command as loudly as he can, calling back as much of the E%ecutor's commanding boom as he can.]

Stop.

[Equius stumbles at that, skidding to a stop and looking up in shock at the huge troll. He's never heard such a commanding tone come out of anyone's squawk blister before, and sweat springs up all over his body just at the sound and the sight before his eyes.]

I...I will not, without an explanation. Why are you running from me?

[God, Equius, you're supposed to be scared, not turned on!]

[Good, he stopped. Darkleer winces internally, hating the way his voice sounds now, the rough, scratchy tones that have been left to him. And then the kid sasses him, and he looms, looking down from his seven-foot height and straightening his shoulders to make himself appear even louder.]

You... don't follow. Not like me.

[This is a little more than just literally talking about the present circumstances, but the kid probably won't realize that.]

[Okay, he's a bit nervous, but Equius is confident in his strength and he only quails a bit, snorting and stamping a foot on the floor]

You share my symbol, and we resemble one another. I think you're my ancestor. Who else would I be like? Is your voice injured?

[Such foolish, reckless bravery. Darkleer feels the slightest, reluctant twinkle of admiration in his chest, but he quelches it easily enough.]

Old injury.

[A subjugglator's spiked juggling club to the larynx will do that to a troll.]

Be you. Not me.

[Equius scowls up at him, growing more brave as the troll continues to just loom over him.]

I wasn't proposing to become you. I know nothing about you.

Good.

[In a practiced, fluid motion, so smooth and fast it's hard to follow, Darkleer draws and notches an arrow, aiming it directly at Equius' chest.]

Stay that way.

[He fires, at the last moment adjusting so the arrow will strike the ground at Equius' feet. It's an escape arrow, one that will emit a dazzling flash of light when it strikes, temporarily blinding Equius and hopefully allowing Darkleer to beat a fast retreat.]

[When the arrow strikes the ground, he's already turned and trying to use the Void to get out of here.]

[Hey! Equius' expression turns from defiance to shock and dismay as the arrow points straight at him. He jerks back, but the arrow goes down instead of straight at him, and flashes brightly.

Thankfully, he's got the sunglasses, and void powers of his own. He leaps forward, catching onto Darkleer's foot. You really think you can use void powers to escape the Heir of that aspect?]

You are really starting to anger me!

[All right, seriously, this is getting ridiculous. There's no possible way he was this infuriating when he was Equius' age!]

[~~no, Darkleer, you were worse~~]

[The older troll lands and whirls around, one huge, scarred hand shooting forward, aimed at Equius' throat. He only wants to stop him, not hurt him, but clearly this young troll needs a firmer lesson.]

[Equius' eyes widen behind his glasses as he feels that hand close around his throat. He stares up at the blueblood, terror hitting him viscerally even as sweat breaks out all over his body. He makes no move to protect himself, his hands dropping to his sides and his knees going weak]

[He didn't want it to come to this, he really didn't. He can smell the younger troll's fear, smell it as easily as he smells the sweat gushing from his pores, but the kid just wouldn't stop following him!]

[He leans in, bringing his face down close and enunciating clearly, making sure Equius understands.]

Stop. Following.

[He drops Equius, and tries to make his third flight.]

[Equius drops to his knees with a gasp and starts coughing, touching the marks that still show on his throat from the bow string.

This time, he doesn't follow. But he definitely intends to find out more about that mysterious blueblood]

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