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Test Drive for October 2013 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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Tamaki.

[His voice lowers briefly, the slightest hint of warmth in it. Because, well, sometimes there are things where he has to soften. Hearing Tamaki want to keep as many people as possible alive when their enemy would probably like to slaughter them all is one of them.

But the brief moment passes as soon as it came, and he manages a brisk, almost callous nod.]

If possible.

[As if the loss of life is nothing. As if killing comes naturally.

Because out here, it seems to. And Kyouya's facade is always that which is expected of him, what he needs to be -- rather than what he really is.]

Kyouya...[He gives Kyouya a gentle smile, before he takes Kyouya in his arm for a tight embrace.] Thank you~!!!

[After all, no matter how cool it is to pretend to be a cutthroat pirate, the reality is not as pleasant. Real lives are on the line. He releases Kyouya from the embrace with burning passion evident in his eyes.]

Tell me what to do~!

Can you actually fence?

[He is ignoring the hug for right now. There's no time to roll his eyes, and acknowledging it without doing that or the like might set a precedent.

His eyes are scanning the deck. He knows next to nothing about what to actually do. He picked up only a fraction of an idea about naval tactics from Lady Maribelle.]

Of course~!

[He quickly twirls away from Kyouya and swinging his rapier elegantly as if he was engaged in swordplay.]

A prince like me knows how to fence~ [He had to do something with his free time in the Second Mansion. He always woke up early with nothing to do before he met Kyouya.]

Good. Then that's your role. If they board us, we'll need everyone who can hold a sword.

[He shouts a few orders for the guns and the helmsman, the ship shifting as it begins to turn. Some grapeshot to do damage to the people on deck, some chainshot to try and cripple the ship.

And--]

Starting tomorrow, I need you to teach me. [He's quickly learning that not knowing combat here will get him killed.]

[He performs an elegant sword dance before Kyouya with his necklace sparkling against the rays of the sun.] Of course~! And I shall defend you with all my might Mommy!

[He waits for Kyouya to finish with his instruction, and grants him a bright smile.] Of course I will~!

...but I'd much rather you never find it necessary to learn or use such skills~! [Puppy-dog eyes.]

Fire!

[The guns roared, and Kyouya covered his eyes from the smoke and sulfur. As the wind blew it away, he coughed a bit, trying to focus again. He glanced over at Tamaki.]

The best way to reduce casualities...

If we can cripple them, slow them down... we might be able to outpace them. It's hardly glorious, but it gives us the best chance of staying alive.

[Tamaki flinched a bit when he heard the shoot against there enemies. He had to turn his gaze away. He'd only wish that no one died in those shots. But he knew that was too much to ask for. His main priority right now is keeping his friends safe.

He held on to Kyouya's shoulders with a gentle expression. He noticed Kyouya's reaction to the gunpowder...] You okay?

[He marched forward with his rapier in hand. Gripping the handle as hard as he can. The enemy ship was inching closer to them. It was a matter of time before they can board their ship.]

Still not used to the smell of sulphur. [He tried to smile a little, watching the ships come about.]

Stern chasers! Fire as you bear!

[He can already hear injured members of their own crew. Of people he's going to have to try and stitch up with the outdated medical books he found here and what little he picked up helping his brothers study.

Tamaki doesn't want people to die who don't have to... but Kyouya knows that even the injuries have just begun.

Death will follow.

Kyouya takes a deep breath as he sees planks put across the gap between the ships.]

Try and get to the officers. If the captain surrenders, we can end this quickly.

This is why you should have stayed inside.[He still kept his smile.

He nods at Kyouya's instructions.] I shall make the captain surrender quickly....

[Before he could finish with his bragging, an enemy pirate took them by surprise. He came from the enemy vessel's mast and descended upon them. He quickly pushed Kyouya away and greeted the pirate with his blade.]

Get inside~! [He shouted, feeling like he was some sort of hero.]

I'll start seeing to the wounded.

[Which meant a couple of orders shouted to redirect two men to help bring the wounded below deck, Kyouya following with the first patient. He was of no use on deck during the fight, so he'd start doing what he could.

...Now he just had to listen to the sounds above him and hope that everyone -- especially Tamaki -- would be alright.]

[He might not be as good as the twins with their fists, but Tamaki was confident enough with his swordplay to stay on deck and defend those that he can. If it is death that awaits him, so be it. He'd gladly die for the ones he love anyway.

He takes one last glance at Kyouya before he dramatically lunges at his enemy.]

[Kyouya doesn't need to be on deck to know it's a vicious fight. The wounds he sees -- there are a few too far gone for him to even attempt any sort of medical intervention. By the time the battle's stopped -- a victory, by the sound of it... but at a cost... a high one -- his face is stained with blood that isn't his.

He's kept his hands clean, washing them between every patient, but the rest of him hasn't been so well taken care of.

He emerges on deck once the state of the area below is under control. Hopefully a healer from another ship will be able to do more than he could. Still, he has a few tools in his pocket as he looks around.

Tamaki wasn't brought below with the wounded, so there must not be too grave an injury, but he still wants to see for himself. Make sure the other isn't wounded or that it isn't too bad if there is something.]

[They won. It was the best feeling in the world. Everyone cheered.

However, Tamaki was a bit careless. One of the ladies on deck was about to get shot on a vital organ. Tamaki couldn't live with his conscience if he allowed that. So he ran as fast as he could to push the lady out of the way. Unfortunately, it meant a bullet on his shoulder blade.

His bone kept it from sinking in, plus the fact that the gun used was low quality. He really should have worn something more even if it was un-elegant.

When he noticed Kyouya on his way up to the deck, Tamaki immediately hid his back, by leaning on the walls of the Captain's quarters. He tried his best to keep his most charming smile on his face.]

We won~!!

[What he wouldn't give for a warm shower then a hot bath. Wash away all the blood then soak. But running water was a thing of the past, Kyouya had accepted. There might be a hot spring somewhere on one of the islands, but that was several days off, at least.]

Congratulations. I don't think we've lost too many, but... we won't know until they recover.

[Even if he was doing what he could to prevent it... infection could still happen, and they didn't have the antibiotics he knew. Or hardly anything, really.]

It was our victory...

[What he'd give for a long and quite bath. A hot spring was always in his inner mind theatre. But right now it was hard to focus on the thought of a warm bath. The wound on his back was throbbing. If only he could reach the bullet and pull it out.]

I hope... [If Kyouya would examine Tamaki's features carefully, he'd notice Tamaki's right eye twitched uncontrollably for a little less than 2 seconds. His right shoulder was really painful right now.]..they'll be okay.

[Kyouya frowns as he watches Tamaki's eye twitch. He knows his friend too well.]

Tamaki.

[His voice is very quiet, and his eyes focused on Tamaki's. A simple acknowledgement that he knows something is wrong. If you want to make him hunt up what's wrong... Well. He will.

But it will be so much easier for you, Tamaki, if you just submit now.]

[He still tries to keep his smile as bright. He wasn't a stubborn person, but he would do everything he can to make sure none of his friends ever feel bad because of him. And right now, he didn't want Kyouya to know about his wound.]

Yes..?

Something's wrong.

[They had gotten good at reading each other. Tamaki had always been surprisingly good at seeing what other people would prefer to hide; Kyouya had too. And with a few years' experience now, he could even read the one who'd baffled him when they first met.]

What is it?

[Why was Kyouya so hard to undermine or to fool? He gives Kyouya a strained smile.]

You don't have to worry.. really! [Just blood dropping onto Tamaki's brightly-coloured pair of pants.]

[Well. That answers the question that there is definitely something wrong.]

Show me.

[His smile immediately fades.

He doesn't quite turn around, but he uses his uninjured hand to point at his right shoulder.]

It's not that bad... really?

[Kyouya sighs, expecting a cut or something like that. He taps the desk in the captain's cabin.]

Sit down and let me look at it. Keep it from getting any worse.

[He was getting more familiar with makeshift surgery than he liked. He'd never intended to be a doctor. Medical school, perhaps. But he'd intended to run companies about medicine. Not to practice himself.

Thank God for being the youngest and therefore roped in to help each brother study while they were in school. He'd learned a bit that way.]

[He got startled by the soft tapping of the desk, but he followed Kyouya's instruction regardless.] Alright..

[He sat down on the desk and removed the sash covering his shoulder blade. There was a round bullet still digging through Tamaki's pale skin. And the surrounding area was still burning from the point of entry.

He'd remove the bullet himself, but he had confidence in Kyouya's skill. He knows Kyouya's background, and he trusted Kyouya with his life.]

...This isn't the sort of thing you try and hide, you idiot.

[Yet, even as he says the words, there's fondness to them. Concern, as well.

Kyouya takes out the small collection of tools he'd brought, though. He'd prepared, at least, for any minor injuries he found on deck. He also takes out two clove berries and puts them into Tamaki's hand.]

Chew.

[Natural anaesthetics.

He sets to cleaning the wound, using a damp cloth. Then, a paste of clove pulp is applied to the skin around the wound. Hopefully to numb it a little.]

This will hurt.

[The probe is not quite as effective as modern tools would be, but Kyouya does manage to extract the little ball, clean the area again, then wrap it carefully with bandages.]

T--There. [He won't admit to his voice faltering and seems barely aware of Tamaki's blood on his hands from dealing with the wound.] That... should heal alright.

[This was all far less jarring when it wasn't Tamaki wounded.]

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