Test Drive for July 2014 Apps

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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!

♦ Arrr, here be buried treasure, but not all that glitters is gold! Will ye be telling your mateys what ye found, or keeping it for yourselves?

Comments

[witcraft]

i. [caught in some vines somewhere, a broken hot-air-balloon-like contraption by her side as she sighs deeply and unsuccessfully tries to pull herself out of the wreckage] ...well, this is just great.

ii. [so, you were injured in an enemy attack... and now you're being treated by a 19th-century witch. except she's technologically a few centuries behind even in her own world, so maybe more like 16th-century or something.] Hmm, it's too bad we don't have any eye of newt... let me see the injury, would you?

iii. [the crew has indeed found a new island! ...but since it seems to be largely mountainous terrain, sieglinde is just going to fidget in her wheelchair and frown at her bound feet] Oh... I suppose I'll just be staying here, then.

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[guardian_doctor]

Hm. [Ravenshead eyes the terrain critically, before giving a small sigh and shaking his head.]

Is there anything you want me to keep an eye out for--ingredients, or such? I'd offer to direct the chair, but I can't say how long I'd be able to hold out before I let you roll off the path. Given how steep some of those drops look, that would probably end quite poorly for all involved.

[witcraft]

It's alright — I wouldn't want to put you through the trouble. [she shields her eyes from the glare of the sun, squinting a little as she looks at the cliffs in the distance] It's too bad those spells for making broomsticks fly never actually worked...

If you're going with the search party, could you get me samples of the plant life while you're there?

[guardian_doctor]

Trou...? [He quickly hides a smirk. Oh dear, seems that had been taken to mean "accidentally let you roll off". He probably shouldn't attempt to clarify, he'd only cause trouble for himself.]

Ahem. Anything specific, or just anything unusual? [After a thought, he adds:] ...Or did you just want a leaf off of everything?

[witcraft]

[doesn't pick up on that — she's far too used to having people try to preserve her life than the opposite] Well, that wouldn't be very practical... so, whatever you find unusual will work! If anything seems like it would be useful, I can ask someone else on our crew to pick more up on a second search.

[resting her chin in her hands] I wonder if anyone will find treasure... it seems like a pretty boring island from here.

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[alwaysgrumpy]

What the hell is this, now?

[All he wanted was to get to the market and buy some fresh fried turkey. Now here he is, getting involved in someone else's problems. Not like the natives would help out, right?]

...Need a little help, kid?

[Says the guy barely past 15.]

[witcraft]

[muttering quiet german curses as she crawls out of the wreck, yelping in surprise when her weight presses a still-inflated balloon too hard against a branch and it pops]

[...trying very hard to sound dignified] I would... appreciate it very much, yes.

[alwaysgrumpy]

Boy, you are NOT dressed for tropical weather, are you? You're gonna' get heat-stroke.

[As he goes to extract her from the device, he takes notice of her legs.]

...The hell? Why are your feet so tiny? Can you walk?

[witcraft]

— no. [brusque and to the point — she'd give him the whole spiel about her witch contract, but having leaves and thorns in her hair doesn't make that a particularly appealing prospect] They've been bound, so I can't keep my balance for very long.

[witcraft]

Anyway, it isn't that hot, but — [she wriggles around for a moment, making it easier for him to slip the iron ring off her waist] — I don't know how I'm going to get back to my ship... ow! [...tried to balance her weight too far backward and wound up hitting her head against a tree. a++, sieglinde]

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[wantsarobotgarden]

[Finnian seemed a little happier at being back on land. While being at sea was nice and all, land was just something different and fun, but before he could start heading off, he couldn't help but notice the other frowning.]

Is something wrong? Do you need help?

[witcraft]

Ah, no, it's nothing... I just can't go on this island.

[she places her hands on the wheels to indicate her problem] This chair isn't really meant for going up bumpy roads like that, see? And it's hard to go uphill with the Hexe Ballon too. So I'll have to stay on the ship.

[wantsarobotgarden]

[He felt bad for her in this way, not being able to do things like he could. He thought it must be tough for her that way, but wanting her to enjoy this place as much as he hope he would he smiled.]

Then why don't I carry you around? It wouldn't be that hard. [He knew he was at least controlling his strength better and wasn't so worried about hurting people as much now.]

[witcraft]

— could you really do that?!

[MUCH WANT]

[witcraft]

[but she recomposes herself, analyzing the possibilities] A-Ah, but it's probably not such a good idea. If the island has any aggressive natives or feral animals, it'll be hard to protect me.

[solokun]

[Hell yeah, new island! Kirito can't wait to check it out. Maybe there will be a dungeon to explore or something like that. Sure, it's not a game or anything, but these islands usually have some sort of deep, dark place full of treasure or interesting things to fight.

So he's stretching near Sieglinde's chair, twisting his torso this way and that, bending over, basically getting nice and limber. He pulls his swords out of the sheaths on his back and checks them real quickly before replacing them, and then he goes back to stretching.

It's when he's pulling one arm across his chest does Sieglinde say this, and his dark eyes flit over to her for a second before he glances off and up to the side.]

Well, that's boring then.

[witcraft]

[her tone is about as flat and cold as an eleven-year-old girl can possibly manage]

Boring is the least of it. I don't exactly have any choice.

[solokun]

[Observant as always, he notices the cold tone but ignores it and shrugs.]

You could ask someone to help. It's a big crew, you know.

[witcraft]

Well, I'd be asking a lot more than a piggyback ride.

I might be light and easy to carry — [...at least she's aware of it] — but if we run into danger it'd be difficult to fight while protecting me, wouldn't it?

I. Here- have a Ciel that is before that arc

[no_souls_here]

The island looked uninhabited, save for the local fauna. That probably meant it was hiding some kind of unholy creature within it's depths just waiting to consume whoever dared to step foot on the landscape. At least Ciel had run into enough trouble on these islands already to be expecting such a scenario.

"Tch- what a waste of valuable time.." He scoffed, turning to head back in the direction of his ship when a strange sound caught his attention. Not too far from here- something was stirring in the underbrush.. and making the most awful racket. Holding up his journal he left a message with the crew before going to investigate. This way if he was detained they'd know to come and collect him.

He slowly made his way around the obstacles blocking his view. Twinkling in the glittering sunlight was......................... honestly, something Ciel couldn't identify. Near the thing was a little girl?

"Pardon me," He started with just to alert her to his presence. ".... but.... just what are you doing?" It looked a little ridiculous.... okay.. it looked very ridiculous. Was she an island resident or a refugee like them? There should be time enough to ask, from the look of things.

omg yes (ﾉ´∀｀*)ﾉ

[witcraft]

Sieglinde's order of business in the event of a crash was simple: she merely had to remove the iron ring around her waist that attached the balloons to her frame, then seek shelter (and preferably assistance). Unfortunately, the lush tropical plants she'd crashed into were making the first task rather difficult, and Sieglinde was looking rather foolish wiggling about with a giant ring around her waist.

"What does it look like?" she grumbled, then paused a moment to consider the question. "Actually, no, don't answer that. Look, I didn't crash here on purpose, but if you wouldn't mind helping me out..."

At this, she finally glanced up at her visitor — and stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening with mingled surprise and recognition. "What, you're here too, sho — Ciel?"

(...she wisely decided that it probably wasn't a good idea to call him "shorty" when she was stuck in an iron wheel.)

I never expected to see a Sieglinde /o/

[no_souls_here]

"Do you honestly want me to answer that?" A slightly amused smirk crossed his lips. Maybe he shouldn't belittle her predicament but how often did someone run into a scene like this? She soon retracted the question, a wise decision on her part.. perhaps the wisest she'd made today from the looks of things. "Crash? So you actually were airborne prior to embedding yourself in the foliage?". It looked like a failed experiment by a juvenile. She could use a little adult supervision if she kept trying things like this in her spare time.

"I may be persuaded to assist you." Drawing this out a little longer than he needed to. Her abrupt response had been a little offputting but on reflection he hadn't started the conversation on the most hospitable footing either. He moved a little closer and kneeled down, trying to spy just what had her trapped.

When she looked up at him and that flash of recognition ignited in her eyes, he instinctively drew back, and gave her a hard look. "Yes, I am.. but I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage Miss. You know my name, but I am almost certain that we've never met before..."

[Try it!]

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[tombuoyant]

[Being a Treasure Hunter, it was only natural that Rainier was going to be heading on the island. If there was even the slightest chance of grabbing something rare and exotic, she'd take the necessary risks and head over there even if it meant going alone. It's been a long time since her last expedition, though, so it should come to no surprise that she's very excited to be going on this one.

Though not excited enough to miss the witch's words. She may be a demon, but it's not like she's heartless. And loyalty is one of her better traits. After a moment's hesitation, the sea angel floated over to Sieglinde].

I'm sure we could find some way to bring you along.

[witcraft]

[sieglinde's a little intimidated by rainier sometimes — it's not that she's frightening, or anything like that, but as a witch she's always been taught to treat demons and supernatural beings respectfully, to avoid being cursed, and even if rainier was not, in fact, a demon, sieglinde would have assumed so on the basis of her appearance anyway]

[nevertheless her childish curiosity gets the better of her as her face lights up in excitement] Really?! You could? [and she catches herself] — a-ah, I mean — if it's possible for you to help me, I would appreciate it...!

[tombuoyant]

[Well that pretty much confirms how badly she wanted to go. It takes a bit of effort on the demon's part to hold back a wry smile. But she does; her facial expressing reminding more or less blank.]

I could use a partner on the expedition. If you can make yourself useful, I wouldn't mind carrying you around.