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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[temperamentalcultist]

[Wow, weirdo.]

Aww, I ain't roll like that, man. Just some friendly suggesting all from one brother to another brother what ain't wanna be getting stampeded at, you get?

[highb100d_seeker]

[Equius scowls at him fiercely - almost as if he's disappointed.]

Then regardless, if you would be so good as to assist me with fixing-- what is wrong with your eyes?

[temperamentalcultist]

[Gamzee's brows rise in surprise, and he reaches up with one hand to pat around his eyes. He hadn't noticed there being anything wrong! His sight was as good as ever, or so he thought. And his psionics seemed to be in working order.]

Shit. What's wrong with 'em?

[highb100d_seeker]

They look like... [He pauses, and squints at Gamzee, leaning closer.] Excuse me, but why is your symbol yellow?

[temperamentalcultist]

[Gamzee glances down at that question, almost as if he is checking whether his sign is yellow or not.]

Now ain't that a fuckin' question, my brother. Like why the fuck is anyone's sign yellow? Or blue? What business have we all fuckin' got to have to let shit like that all be ruling us, you know? Blows your fuckin' pan thinkin' about that.

[highb100d_seeker]

[Ugh, what a typical, infuriating answer. Equius clenches his hands into fists. If an indigo blood wants to lower himself and pretend to be a lowly yellow, then who is Equius to argue? Even if it is a disgusting...depraved...thing to do...

*cough*]

The answer to your question, is that our blood colour and personality determine what symbol we should wear, and its colour. [He flicks his eyes up to look at Gamzee's eyes once more] What colour is your blood, if I may ask?

[temperamentalcultist]

Gold.

[a small pause and then-]

Bro, we ever all met before? You got some shit familiar to ya.

[highb100d_seeker]

Gold. [He frowns, but he had started to suspect as much]

You don't recognize me? I'm Equius.

[temperamentalcultist]

Uh.

[He rubs the back of his neck for a moment, peering at him.]

Equius ain't blue.

[Mind you, having only spoken to Equius once or twice and only through trollian, he actually had no idea how he looked. All he knew is that Equius definitely did not look like that. Not that blue colour and not that finless face.]

[highb100d_seeker]

[He hesitates, unsure if he even wants to ask] And what colour do you believe me to be, exactly?

[temperamentalcultist]

Shit, I'm all like to be guessin' from your sign you be blue.

[Wait, who were they talking about? This dude in front of him or Equius? Or was this dude also Equius? Which was a pan-ache and a half trying to fuckin' comprehend that.]

Uh, Equius is supposed to up and be tyrian though.

[highb100d_seeker]

[Equius' jaw drops. He doesn't even know what to do with that. Of course if he were tyrian it would be his duty to command the Empire and all the trolls, but to have such a position within the hemospectrum, he would never aspire to such a thing.] That...that's impossible. I am most certainly not tyrian blooded! I... you see me as the Heir to the Empire?

[temperamentalcultist]

[Gamzee gives a relaxed little shrug.]

I see you as some brother what comes fronting to me about being Equius but I ain't got my understanding on for how that shit can be true.

I see him as some motherfucker what needs to be fuckin' schoolfed all in the miracle art of chilling the fuckin out. Learn himself how to get his tits down to a simmer, you get?

[He pauses then laughs.]

But being all sorts of fuckin' straight with you here... this shit's starting to feel like some whack-ass dream a brother gets after dipping his pan a bit too fuckin' deep-wise in the slime. Maybe we'll get to sprouting some fuckin' wings next and we can be the most bitchtits pair of fuckin' fairies here at.

[To be fair, if this is a dream, it's the best fuckin' trip he has had in ages. What was in that slime, he wants another batch.]

[highb100d_seeker]

[Equius thinks about that for a moment, shoving the board back into place and bending some nails around until the board is secure. Reasonably secure.

Finally he looks back at Gamzee, his lip curling a bit. He doesn't know how to handle the thought of himself as Emperor, as a sea dweller. It's all just too confusing. But he can certainly grasp how to act around a yellowblood who's rotted his thinkpan on sopor.]

So you indulge in the consumption of damaging chemicals, then? Disgusting.

[temperamentalcultist]

[Not rotted! Well, maybe a little. On the edges.]

Awww, motherfucker, just fuckin' like lay off a brother, yeah? The ol' Goat gives me nothing but gruff at it either, but ain't nothing what works for a wicked pan-splitting ache then some of that shit. I all figure like, me wanting to fry my nug off be worse on the braincase than some slime.

[highb100d_seeker]

Headaches? [He snorts faintly, still contemptuous] Whatever the reason, it is befitting of one so low to bring themselves lower. I should have expected that you would be like this.

[temperamentalcultist]

[Gamzee seems to go slightly stiller, looking Equius full in the face.]

Don't.

[highb100d_seeker]

[The blueblood goes stiff in response. The sight of this face, with different eyes and covered in blood and paint, flashes across his vision. But he stands firm. This isn't his Gamzee. This Gamzee should be the one to submit to Equius]

You have no right, as a yellowblood, to give me commands, Gamzee Makara.

[temperamentalcultist]

[His lips quirk, a little wry.]

Yeah, now you all be sounding the motherfucker what I be in know of.

[highb100d_seeker]

Naturally, as a tyrian blood, the Equius you know would treat you as beneath him. That's only natural and correct.

[temperamentalcultist]

Naw, it's dumb as fuck. Just cause your swill got a shade all being different from mine ain't make you any motherfuckin' better as me.

[highb100d_seeker]

[He growls softly] It's not a matter of being 'better' or 'worse'. It's a matter of social standing and correct behaviour.

[temperamentalcultist]

Aww, brother, you drank the koolaid fuckin' deep, didn't you? Got yourself swimming in all that misinformation what they spread at ya.

[He shakes his head for a moment.]

You gotta open up your sound-catchers and pump for what be real miracle truth what there be.

[highb100d_seeker]

[He finds the response irritating, and looks away, gritting his broken teeth] I need not listen to your foolishness.

[temperamentalcultist]

You sure? Might do you some fuckin' good to get your understand on for knowing that alla that shit don't matter. Blood and colours and shit. We all be hatched equal.