reallybadeggs | Test Drive for March 2014 Apps

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Test Drive for March 2014 Apps

Welcome to your monthly Test Drive for

high_seas! Here is where new players can test out their characters' voices, old players can try out new muses, and everyone can help each other get some threads for their applications! Feel free to use one of the prompts below, or come up with something on your own! Comment around, have fun, and remember that any CR formed here does not carry over to the game!

See you during the application round!

♦ So you're new to this world and have just woken up in the Town Square. How do you react? What do you do?

♦ You're lost at sea. Maybe you got separated from your crew. Or perhaps you're on an abandoned island. You need help!

♦ "Pirates off the starboard bow!" It's an enemy ship! Attack!!

♦ You and your crew are hanging out on your ship. Just another day at sea!

♦ "LAND, HO!" Hey look, a new island! How about you go explore it? Tell us what you find!

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Arthur let out a groan of discomfort as he started to come to. He certainly wasn't in his bed, and didn't remember going out drinking last night. Even if he sometimes didn't remember much past his second drink, he usually didn't forget going out altogether! And the area around his usual pub didn't smell so much like the sea shore.

Scrubbing across them with the back of a hand, the nation opened his eyes to squint up at the sunlight. No, this most certainly was not London. It didn't look like London, smell like London, or, more importantly, feel like London. Arthur scrambled to push himself to his feet, turning around to look at the square around him. Just where was he?

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It may have taken a bit to get used to being in this other world and away from his own land, but Arthur was happy to be back at sea. Wind in his hair, sun on his face, treasure to hunt. It was just too bad that his old rivals weren't there for him to sink like the old days. Arthur might not have a proper frigget just yet, but he was sure he'd get one before long. He was an old hand at this after all.

Stepping up from the cabin, he let his eyes sweep over the deck and his small crew. "See anything of note, gents?"

Captain of the Le Paradis finished her business with Margie early this morning. It had been half a year since she had first arrived in this foreign island. At first the nation thought she had wandered of to enemy territory when she had one too many drinks one lonely evening. She asked around for instructions that would allow her to get home to her petit chateu in Palis. To no avail, she was told she had no choice but to stay in this unelegant place. To think it had been centuries since she last sailed a boat - it was quite easy to man her own caravel masterfully.

She had a crew which she thought well on the arts of pillaging enemy ships and avoiding the eye of the navy. They had worked well together and the booty was shared well and generously.

Since she finished early, she left it to Margie to bring back the goods to her ship as she strolled around the island. Then she saw a familiar face. Those eyebrows were certainly very recognizable from a far. She made her way stealthily towards Arthur with her Rapier in hand. As a warning, Arthur will hear a few steps from her high-heeled boots before he will feel the point of her rapier from behind him. "Bonjour Ma cheri~!"

The words were more of a concern to Arthur than the feel of the sword. God and his queen have him from the pesterings of the French while he was trying to figure out just what in the world was going on. There... was something familiar about that voice, but he couldn't really put his finger on it. Not the frog, not with a woman's voice. Francis was flamboyant, but he'd seen enough skin to know he was a man.

"Are you the one responsible for my arrival here, madam?" he asked stiffly, not moving an inch.

"Au contraire mon cheri~! I have nothing to do with you~!", she said not letting her guard or her weapon down. Her hair was worn up and she was wearing a similar navy coat she once wore during the time of the great pirate wars among formidable nations such as them. Her waist was cinched as always and he'd notice a bosom that was quite larger than anything Francis could ever dream off.

"This is not our world~!"

"Our, madam?" Arthur asked, taking a step forward so he could turn around and face her, eyes following up that blade to her face. Again, he was struck by how familiar she looked. Especially in that coat. "I do not recall making your acquaintance."

The sword did not falter as the English man turned to meet her eyes. He looked charming as always. However, her features soften at his words. "Ah, you perhaps know mon frere better during the meetings. You know Francis? He is my brother!"

"Your brother?" He raised an eyebrow. Really, just what sort of game as this woman playing? He wasn't buying it. "I know the frog. And I know that while he may call himself 'big brother' to Europe, he does not have a sister."

"Of course he does", she rebutted quickly. "We may not know each other but I've seen you with ma frere often! My name is Eleanor Francine Bonnefois. But I am known more under the name France"

"I think, madam, if there were two Frances as there are two Italys, that I would have seen you when I owned half of your country," Arthur said dryly. Not to mention when France ruled England in that far distant (but not distant enough) past. "Has Francis put you up to this?"

"You said it yourself, ruled half my country. I certainly did not see you from my far borders", she said dryly with weapon still aimed.

"What can I say, ma frere had quite the desire to rule over you - something I didn't quite busy myself with. My Kings and I had other things we busied ourselves with". Other matters had to be tended. And she didn't quite have the avid interest of trying to rule over Alice or have her rule her. There were more pressing matters.

Arthur snorted. "I don't usually care to insult a lady, particularly one who sees no reason not to threaten an unarmed man, but when was the last time you had your head checked?" he asked, raising a hand to try and guide the tip of that blade away from his neck. "I know more about France than I care to, including the fact that there is only one embodiment."

"Then you don't know him too well", she remarked. Noticing the lack of appropriate weaponry, the Captain withdrew her sword back to its sheathe and took a few steps closer to examine the other nation. Soon, Arthur will notice the stark difference between the two. Specifically, this one had no penchant for meaningless groping and had a more snobby temperament. "If you know him well, you can perhaps tell me how he's been the past half year while I was gone"

About time. He folded his arms across his chest, keeping tract of where her hands were all the same. He wasn't about to trust any of the French to be modest until he saw it himself. "Since he's not missing any nonexistent sisters, he's been perfectly normal for him. Obnoxious and lewd."

She shot him a short glare for his choice of words. "Mon frere is neither lewd nor obnoxious. He is simply tender and more affectionate than most." Though she can't really deny the trouble he gets himself in on most days.

"Well I'm glad he's okay. I've been stuck in this strange world for the past 6 months on my own. Though happily I am with my firstmate Mikkel, Denmark, for the past month."

"Anyone who thinks it appropriate to strip down in public or try to strip me in public counts as both!" he shot back. Oh no, he had not forgotten the first Olympics.

"He can be inappropriately affectionate, but affectionate still", she said with her eyes closed a short sigh leaving her. "He always speaks fondly of you, you know?"

"Old sentiment," he said, glancing away. "He just wanted to conquer me in the old days, that's all. And always insults me, more likely."

"He's never desired a nation more than you. I'm sure you've noticed at least that", she said as she kept her hand on the hilt of her sword. "I'm surprised he hasn't decided to leave me on my own yet and simply live with you perpetually"

Sputtering, he shook his head in denial. "You're mistaken. Aside from his attempt to marry me, that bastard has made no attempts to come under British rule and I doubt he ever will."

"Well that's an issue you two lovers need to fix for yourself"

She started walking towards the direction of the town and glanced back at Arthur. "Follow me"

"We are not lovers!" Arthur snapped, his face a nice red as he glared at her. Whoever this crazy woman was, she was certainly as infuriating as the nation she claimed to be a sister to. "And just where are you intending to lead me?"

"Sure, keep telling yourselves that. As if any of the other nations believe you", she said with a wry smile. "I'm sure you haven't had a decent meal or drink. Since I haven't seen you the past few months, I'd take it you just arrived, oui?"

"As if I needed any more evidence that you're madder than a hatter, I don't now," he muttered with a scowl. Arthur glanced up and eyed her sideways. "A few minutes before your 'greeting.' And what will I owe you for this hospitality?"

"Keep telling yourself that mon cheri~!", her words were still sweet, but she didn't really appreciate his lack of confidence in her words. "Think of it as a treat from a fellow nation. My last one however until I can get more loot out at sea. I'd advise you keep your money to yourself for now because you'll need it to purchase your own ship"

Well what was he supposed to think? Arthur knew damn well that Francis had no sister, particularly not one who was another France. There were only two countries that he knew of with paired personifications, and Germany barely counted.

"Then I'll accept the meal," he said, seeing the logic of that at least.

Arthur Kirkland (England) | Hetalia

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