Test Drive for September 2013 Apps

[highseasmods]

Welcome to our first Test Drive for high_seas! Here is where players can test out their characters' voices, 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!

Comments

Brook | One Piece

[fortyfivedegrees]

((2. Lost at sea. Bones on an island, a common sight if not for the fact that these bones are moving and well dressed. Anyone care to scare up some fun with an undead musician?))

[Oh now this was a predicament if Brook had ever born witness to one. The Thousand Sunny had been caught in a storm and his poor body was easily blown off board into the great blue beyond. When he had finally come to, he was on a small island with nothing but himself, his cane, and the clothing on his back...it wasn't even that big of an island; only a small circle out in the middle of the ocean at best. For now, Brook would simply find himself sitting on the stump of a tree he had cut down; his eye sockets locked on the rolling waves of the sea as he scanned the horizon for a sign of his friends...or anyone really]

Oh dear, the sun is really coming down today...I feel like my skin is going to melt off my bones... That is, if I had any skin left! Yohohohohoho!

[allendsmeat]

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!

[have an overjoyed captain slamming into you full force from behind. Fwoosh! Over the land! Is that a cliff coming up? He's too overjoyed to tell]

[fortyfivedegrees]

Ah, Hello Luffy-san.

[Brook said nonchalantly as he was blown off of his seat and back into the air. He had heard his captain coming from a mile away...almost literally with how good his lack of ears were; and he just hadn't had the heart...quite literally, to deny Luffy such a basic pleasure. As the two hurtled through the air it became apparent that they were indeed headed towards a cliff, prompting Brook to unsheath his cane sword and slam it into the ground; halting their flight and allowing Brook to plant his bony feet back on the ground while Luffy continued on his flight path, his stretching arm held firmly in Brook's surprisingly firm grip]

That was a close one, I almost died...again! Yohohohoho!!

[allendsmeat]

[Luffy keeps going for a bit, hand on his hat as he looks over the cliff and the sea below before pulling himself back, skidding and then running a little against the ground so he won't send them flying in the other direction, but ending up with his cheek smushed pretty hard against Brook's spine anyway]

Ahh I'm happy! I haven't seen you since that bear guy!

[fortyfivedegrees]

[Ah yes...that had been his last memory; seeing that giant paw of a hand coming for him before he reawoke on the Thousand Sunny...only to be blown off of it once more by that storm. Still, Luffy was here now and if his Captain was here, then he had a feeling everything would be turning out just fine]

Ahhhh, yes him. That certainly was a scary situation, I'm glad to see you've pulled through Luffy-san. What of the others though, have you come across anyone else since then?

[allendsmeat]

No, not yet. I don't know if they ended up here or not. [if they did, they'd be okay and they'd find each other again but... he missed them, too]

[fortyfivedegrees]

[Brook too missed his beloved crewmates, but seeing Luffy here was a welcome sign of hope. His Captain's enthusiasm was a contagious thing]

I'm sure wherever they are, they're just fine; I'm confident we will see them again...or I would be if I had eyes left to see them with! Yohohohohoho!!

[allendsmeat]

Shishishi Okay! Let's go find another barrel! [and since they were going to have to walk a bit to get to the barrel they had...] We need a really cool walking song!

[fortyfivedegrees]

[A song? Well now that was something Brook could most certainly oblige. With a slight adjustment of his tophat, he began to follow Luffy as they set out for a barrel of some denomination. As he walked, he began to hum; setting the harmonics up for a song with a very familiar tune before he began to sing the lyrics]

♪~ Yo-hohoho, Yohohohoo, Yo-hohoho, Yohohohoo, Yo-hohoho, Yohohohoo, Yo-hohoho, Yohohohoo~ Going to deliver Binks' Sake! Following the sea breeze! Riding on the waves Far across the salty depths! The merry evening sun! The birds sing as they draw circles in the sky~! Farewell to the harbor, To my old hometown, Lets all sing out with a Don! As the ship sets sail waves of gold and silver dissolve to salty spray as we all set sail to the ends of the sea! ~♪

[The song was something a little more reserved this time around; or at least nothing so jovial as the last time they had all been singing. This was something simpler, his voice only barely above the humming that set the cadence for the lyrics...simple in every sense of the word, but perfect for walking with a friend]

[elementofcupcakes]

[STARING NOT THAT FAR AWAY]

Are you hungry? You look like you haven't eaten in ages!

[Nevermind that it's a talking skeleton.]

[fortyfivedegrees]

[Well...certainly an interesting encounter for Brook to have. Nothing for him to be afraid of, but the Grand Line it seemed still had plenty of things left in store for him when it came to surprises. Still, he would simply fold his hands on his lap and smile his bony smile as he spoke]

Indeed...its been so long that my stomach feels like its fused with my back...not that I have either anymore! Yohohohoho!!

[He said as his voice pipped up, his arms extending outwards as if to put extra emphasis on his joke]

[elementofcupcakes]

[Pinkie laughs along with him.]

Oh, that's a GOOD one! I gotta remember that when it's lunch time!

[But now she realizes something! Or, well, a few things.]

So if you don't have skin and stuff, why are you wearing clothes? Do you NEED them? Or is it a fashion thing? How come you have hair?! Can I touch it?!

[fortyfivedegrees]

Ah...well those questions weave into a rather long tale, if you have a moment to spare.

[This...small horse seemed nice enough; and she laughed at his jokes! What more reason did he need to share his story with her?]

[elementofcupcakes]

[She snickers at the word 'tale' because it sounds like tail!]

Does it have a bow?!

Pinkie I am sorry for this ;w;

[fortyfivedegrees]

Haha, I do suppose I have a bow; though this story is nothing so fancy as my gentlemanly self.

[Brook said as he gave his fancy bowtie a few tugs before abruptly giving his hair a tug; his skull popping open like a morbid case as he pulled out a strange, seashell-like device. After closing his skull, he set it on the ground and pressed the top of the shell with a small click as an upbeat tune began to play.]

Once upon a time, about 88 years ago I sailed as a pirate along with my crew, the Rumbar Pirates. We sailed far and wide; spreading our music to those with open ears and living our lives as fully as we could under the guide of our captain, Calico Yorki. One day, along with many other captains, Captain Yorki decided we would set out to a place of great adventure and greater danger; the Grand Line, in search of a marvelous treasure known only as One Piece, left behind by the former King of Pirates, Gol D. Roger.

During our trip, we stumbled across a small whale who had found itself lost from its pod; try as we did to get it to leave for his own safety, he continued to follow us and so, we adopted him in a strange sort of way...Laboon as we called him was just as much a part of our crew as any man or woman you might say. Unfortunately, the Grand Line was far too dangerous for such a small whale, so we left him in the care of a friend with the promise that we would most definitely return one day to sing and be merry with him once more...and with that we set out on our final journey.

Half way into our journey...half our crew and our captain contracted a dangerous and incurable disease...and so they decided to leave our ship to cross the "Calm Belt" of the Grand Line; that we might continue on in their stead and not become infected ourselves. This arrangement lasted for a time; but eventually we were overcome by an opposing force using poisoned weaponry...as you can see, none of us survived. I alone was able to come back, as I had eaten a Devil Fruit known as the Revive-Revive Fruit, that we might keep our promise to our dear friend Laboon.

That is why I dress in these clothing, and why I have taken such good care of my hair...they may be the only things that Laboon will recognize of me when I finally see him again. After all, nothing is more important than keeping a promise to a friend.

[Brook finished his story and clicked the shell's button once more, stopping the music and returning it to its resting place in his skull with a small sigh; though his smile once again returned after his head was back to its proper state]

And yes, you may touch my hair; provided you are careful with it.

ermagerd...

[elementofcupcakes]

[Pinkie has seen odd things, but having a shell pulled out of a skull is by far the weirdest of the weird! Which says something because this is Pinkie Pie. But at hearing the music play, all her attention is on the story being told. She hangs on every word, not even speaking out of turn or fidgeting about. It's a very captivating tale, and a bit sad. She's sniffling a bit at the end, and takes a tissue from her hair and dabs her eyes.]

Gosh, that's a really great story, Mister! You're a really good friend! Are you close to finding Laboon?

[She carefully reaches out a hoof to touch his hair. Very slowly extending it out...gotta...be careful...]

But don't worry, he's a happy skeleton mostly, honest!

[fortyfivedegrees]

[She would find his hair very springy and alive as compared to the rest of him...it had strong roots and was very well taken care of.]

I do my best...right now I am waiting for my current crew to find my old bones here before I can set off to find Laboon once more; but I know that one day I will see my friend again. Friendship is a bond that no distance can break after all.

[For as different as a skeleton dressed as a gentleman and a small pink pony could be...they weren't all that different when it came down to it.]

[worksintheory]

[After rowing for what seems like forever in a tiny boat, he finally spots a island in the distance]

[He jumps up with excitement to yell and wave his arms, signalling to any life on the little island but soon remembers his sea-sensitive stomach and quickly sits back down]

HELLO?! IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE???

[fortyfivedegrees]

[While he wouldn't receive any verbal answer to speak of, he would hear the calming, almost hauntingly melodic tunes of a violin drifting out from the island itself. There was no way to tell who was there, but it most certainly was someone with a fine ear for music]

[worksintheory]

[Hears the music and becomes even more excited that there is life on this island]

[It worries him a bit that the music is a little haunting, and why wouldn't someone just yell out to him? what if someone is trying to lure him there?!]

[Weighing the options, he swallows hard pushing down his fears, and jumps in the water, deciding land is now close enough to swim to. Coming up closer to shore, he doesn't immediately see anyone around.]

[fortyfivedegrees]

[He wouldn't see anyone around; the beach being its usual barren self with the waves lightly lapping against the sand...but now he would be able to hear actual words attached to the violin music. Each lyric seemed oddly calming despite the eerie way they hung on the air, the song coming out at a slow, leisurely pace.]

♪~ Going to deliver Binks' Sake~
Following the sea breeze~ Riding on the waves~
Far across the salty depths~ The merry evening sun~
The birds sing as they draw circles in the sky! ~♪

[worksintheory]

[Is super creeped out when he starts hearing lyrics, and considers just swimming back to the little boat he abandoned...]

[Finally making it up onto the beach, he actually takes a moment to listen to the words of the song, finding them soulful and comforting, despite not knowing where the mysterious music is coming from]

H-hello? Is there someone here? [Looking around, but too afraid to go further onto the island]

[fortyfivedegrees]

Ah, hello sir, have you too become stranded on this island?

[A proper and polite sounding voice would say from behind the young man; and should he turn around he would see...a very tall and well dressed skeleton with a large afro standing behind him with a violin in hand and a purple cane hooped around his wrist. He reached up and gave a tip of his top hat to the man before speaking, though where his voice was coming from without any visible internal organs was a mystery]

If you're looking for others, I'm afraid there's no other person on this island asides from my old bones, Yohohohoho!

[worksintheory]

[Freezes immediately, not expecting a voice so close to him]

[Manages to squeak out] Y-yes, stranded.

[Rei turns around and sees...well, a very pale, tall individual. Gasps, and reaches for his face, realizing he's lost his glasses in the ocean. Squinting a bit, trying not to be too obvious that he can't see much, but there's definitely something weird about this guy in front of him. No one is that pale, right??]

Are you friendly, sir?

[fierybluebird]

[Wow! A talking skeleton! But better yet, one with a sense of humor.]

[Marco extends an arm with blue flames over it and returns the joke with a deadpan one of his own.] Oh no, my arm seems to have caught on fire, eh. [This would work better if he didn't sound utterly unfazed.]