Test Drive for August 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

[tactilelearner]

[This is where it's strange. Things he didn't know or she didn't. Things she and her Logan would know or he and his Rogue would know.

But... It was still Logan. Close enough, at least.]

Don' think I know a Victor. They've got Toad an' Lance -- Avalanche an' Blob. Don' know if Quicksilver an' Wanda 're still runnin' with 'em or if they're with Magneto now.

Don' know what'll come of that.

[As for what they'd been through...

She took a deep breath, pocketing the card. Because, well, Gambit was a sore spot with this. No call, no sign of him, nothing. Like he just vanished.]

Jus' faced someone called "Apocalypse."

An' yeah. It was as bad as it sounds.

[donthithimintheballs]

[He was silent for a bit, taking in the names. He SHOULD know some of those names. Toad he knows. Storm fried him. Blab? He should know but can't place still. Damn memory. No mention of Mistique. With the Brother hood.... or Magneto? Wasn't Magneto running the brotherhood?]

[Sounded as if she had a bigger set of problems back home then his own world.]

Can't say I've had this pleasure of an Apocalypse yet. We must be a bit behind is all. [he snorted at that.] It does sound like trouble though.

[Trouble at the institute. SO the school was still open. Maybe the Professor was still alive? Or Jean...]

[He hadn't asked yet, as much as he wanted to know. Jean was here anyhow, and that was good enough for him]

Is it bad enough that you'd stay here, or would you go home if given the chance?

[tactilelearner]

[Rogue half smiled. She couldn't bring herself to even pretend to a full, real one. Instead, her eyes lowered to her hands.

Apocalypse.

And she'd been part of it. Had her mind tapped into, collected everything he needed. It still made her sick.]

Good. Hope y' never have t' deal with 'im. It... Yeah.

Wouldn' wish that on anyone.

[But the question he asked next was better. Easier to focus on that question.]

I'd go back in a minute. It's... not too bad there. Gotten used t' it, a' least.

[donthithimintheballs]

[he can catch the looks, and even the smell of her unease. He wouldn't pry much into that. It wouldn't really matter anyone. So far it sounded like their worlds were different enough that it wouldn't matter, the outcomes would be different, always.]

Yeah? I suppose that's good. [a bit surprised but maybe not. He honestly assumed his Rogue would want to be back home more anyhow.]

Looks like you got a good control over them powers of yours too. Saw you take down that swordsmen the other day. How long have ya been in control?

[tactilelearner]

"Good control." Think the professor'd disagree, but... My powers are more a... ace in the hole. Not somethin' we use. Not like the rest of 'em.

[Because hers were hard to train.

It wasn't like Scott, who could use his visor to turn them off and on against simulated enemies. Those kind of things did nothing for her. She had to hurt someone to learn hers.

And that wasn't what the professor wanted to do.]

But I-- learned pretty quick. Tangled with the X-men, like, th' first night they appeared. Ran...

Ran straight t' Mystique, just like she planned, an'...

Guess I learned from then. When we've needed me.

[donthithimintheballs]

[He frowned, leaning there and watching her as she spoke. Just an ace in the hole, huh? Good control but not. Tangled... with the x-men? Huh. An, there was Mystique. Interesting.]

[His hand rubbed at the stubble of his chin, considering all that.] You were runnin' with Mystique for a bit? Huh... interestin' how different things are for you and mine.

[and how much more strong willed this one was compared to his. At least that he can tell so far]

[tactilelearner]

She got me spooked an' scared me half t' death of the X-Men. Made me think they wanted t' kill me.

[Started with him, actually. Which worked. Send the most terrifying first.]

So, I ran with the Brotherhood awhile. Then got things sorted out with Scott an'... joined the team.

[And there was that smile again. Just a little hint of one. A typical teenager with typical teenage crushes.]

[donthithimintheballs]

I'll give her that. She's good at what she does. [Mystique. He shook his head, watching her as she spoke about Scott. That hint of a smile. He snorted, glancing off as he took a long sip of his drink.]

[Scott's dead. He wont speak.... TOO badly of the dead. He's actually upset about that. but the guy still bugs him. Aint he a bit OLD for her anyhow?]

Guess Scott is good for somethin'.

[tactilelearner]

[And she arches an eyebrow. It's a strange, skeptical look because... Well. That's not how she's used to Logan talking about Scott.

Sure, they disagree sometimes, but they're worlds apart. Nothing... like that.]

Nice t' me even when I was with the Brotherhood. Talked t' me at school, all that.

[donthithimintheballs]

[He snorted as she said he was nice to her. He couldn't help it. He was... 'nice' to people. He and Scott just butt heads is all. You know, stealing his girlfriend and all. Or, well, not really. Jean chose Scott. In the end she... took him away and Logan stepped in.]

[He was the ass. He knows that much]

Heh. Not sure how you're world works, but Scott and me? Never really get along, but he was a pretty good with you kids. [until Jean died] So I aint surprised.

[tactilelearner]

Us kids?

[That's the phrase that clicks. She sits up a bit, frowning as she crosses her arms on the table and leans forward. That is interesting.]

Scott's only a year older 'n I am. Just graduated Bayville High.

[donthithimintheballs]

[his nose scrunched up a bit as he too sat up some, arms still leaning on the edge of the table, his hand rolling the bottom of the bottle on the table.]

[Not that's different]

High school? [OKAY, first of all, high School? What about the institute? Second of all.... he's a KID? What the hell.]

Sounds like things are... a bit more different then I thought. [more so then his height and her Logan's, haha.] Where I'm from, Scott was... a bit older then that.

[tactilelearner]

Yeah, high school.

[The Institute in its infancy, a far different story than the one he knows. Something that isn't even a school yet. Just a boarding house for kids who don't belong on their own.

Starting to be a school. Slowly. Especially with the public starting to give them all sideways glances.]

Jean an' Scott just graduated. [She managed not to roll her eyes. Not her fault Miss Popularity still annoyed her.]

Next year... Who knows. Our 'kind' might not be welcome anymore, not in a public school an' all.

[Bitter? Who's bitter?]

[donthithimintheballs]

Jean... ,small>[Whoops, that took him back a moment. Her too? God damn it.]

[He ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. Jean was here. His Jean. She was angry with him, and understandably so, but she was here. Alive. He let out a soft sigh.]

The Professors place is a school. Was... a school. Boarding school. Things were pretty good there for a while, so I'm told. Not sure where Bayville High is. Though I'm more surprised the Professor allows you to go to a school at all.

[tactilelearner]

Professor has Scott an' Jean actin' as instructors, but... nothin' like a real school. But we're gettin' more kids in every day.

Wouldn' be a bad idea t' be able t' really bunker down.

[Not that she sees things going from bad to worse with the legislation and everything. She's just waiting for someone to decide it's a good idea to move against them, especially since they know.

They know what the Xavier Institute is.]

Most of us have enough control for a school. Scott's got his shades, got my gloves. Not too differen' 'n Mississippi. Just know the real reason t' wear 'em now.