Test Drive for October 2013 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!

Comments

[princelycharm]

[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?

[hostclubshadowking]

[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.]

[princelycharm]

[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.]

[hostclubshadowking]

...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.]

[princelycharm]

But I didn't want you to worry, Mommy~!

[He gave his bestfriend the silliest yet most charming pout. Though he certainly felt Kyouya's concern. They've known each other long enough to know what every word and every change in tone meant.

He nods as he looked at the berry. He can only hope it doesn't taste awful.

Much to his disdain, it tasted awful. His face shifted in so many unelegant ways. But it was only Kyouya here, so he didn't hide anything.]

I'm ready.

[He tried to be brave, but even with all the numbing agents Kyouya used, the procedure was still too painful. The bullet dug through his muscles and the implements Kyouya used triggered his pressure and tactile senses.

He cringed and a few tears escaped his elegant face. His body trembled, yet he tried to keep his face as calm as he possibly can.

Finally, when Kyouya cleaned up the wound and patched it up, he tried his best to make a smile appear on his face once more..] Thank you, Kyouya..

[His expression was very gentle. He knows how hard this must be for Kyouya to go through.]

[hostclubshadowking]

Don't hide things like that from me. [He meant it to be chiding, to scold Tamaki. But it came out more like a quiet sigh as his fingers double checked the bindings. They had to be secure without being too tight, and he had little practice doing this. He knew the theory well enough, but the implementation was another matter all together.

He'd have to change them in a few hours, but he would do it without complaint.] Wounds like that can get infected really easily, and we don't have the supplies here to fight that.

[It wasn't easy with Tamaki. Neither of them were rarely quiet and sincere. Certainly, Tamaki was always more sincere than he was, but there was always an element of the showman. Of someone who exaggerated everything but did not lie, so it was hard to say how deeply he truly felt about something most of the time. Kyouya did the opposite. He reacted so little, usually, and often only with a teasing insult that hinted at fondness under the surface.

But now, his voice was very quiet, and even as he tried to sound teasing, there was a little too much everything in his tone.]

If you get sick because of an injury, that makes it my fault, okay? So don't hide them from me.

[princelycharm]

I'm sorry~! [He pouted like a little lost puppy as he said this. He honestly didn't want Kyouya to be worried. Though his shoulder was still tender, he allowed Kyouya's slender fingers to trace the bandages with no changes in his facial expression.]

You think it will leave a scar~!? [He immediately thought of it as a battle wound he can show off to everyone.

Kyouya didn't have to be as expressive as Tamaki, because every word and change of tone spoke to Tamaki instantly.] I'm sorry.