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Test Drive for January 2014 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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It was easy enough to determine from observation. He'll be here to defend you in two minutes.

[Give or take 30 seconds.]

He doesn't need to defend me! I am NOT a burden! Lea doesn't think that, and I'm doing my best!

I don't know! Both! I'm not even sure you could see 'em unless you were even on the island!

...I'm never going to get off this thing alive, am I?! Oh no, Zozo, what am I going to do?!?!!

Atta' girl, that's the spirit.

[Truth be told, inexperience or not he was finding Elsa to be a valuable and pleasant companion on this adventure. She might be new to treasure hunting but she possessed a keen mind and a willingness to both offer her opinion and listen to others. Experience would come in time, so the admiration was mutual.]

Nonsense, you've been no trouble at all. I only wish you could meet my boys. [He smiled fondly when thinking of them] They were new to adventuring too, when I first took them in but they've always been very high spirited. I didn't know how to handle them at first. It seemed like they were always getting into some kind of mischief. You'll have to try a lot harder if you want to compete with them.

.. But you know.. even for all the trouble they might cause, I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. [He looked over his shoulder at the treasure] Not even gold.

Edited 2013-12-27 06:56 (UTC)

[Even keeping in mind the rift between laguz and beorc, Elsa finds it difficult to see it as anything but different countries and cultures. She knows that people have been sneered at, ignored, persecuted and punished just because of their culture, she won't say that beorc don't do that kind of thing because they do. But she would like to think that if everything had been as it should, that if she had been normal or able to control her powers and come to rule Arendelle, she wouldn't be the type of royalty to disrespect others. No matter how strange or different they or their culture was from hers.]

I suppose it's because I was raised into thinking that it's always best to treat others the way one wishes to be treated, and that even if one is disrespected that doesn't mean they should do the same. But you're right, it's of little consequence, and it's not my place to talk about your world, even if I don't approve of it.

[This time, though, she won't apologize for speaking her mind. Not even as a polite apologize.]

So long as I don't panic or get stressed it should be good. I do my best to keep my hands to myself as well, to avoid damaging the ship.

[And if she has to touch something she tries to wear gloves. She glances at the mess she caused in just a moment.]

I really didn't expect any company, that's why I slipped. I apologize for it.

[Anna.

She can't help to be reminded of her sister upon listening about Mcduck's kids. She had always been an active kid, not really mischievous but prone to not care much about if something was okay or not if it meant to have fun. How many times had she been awakened by her little sister to go and play? In the middle of the night, in the ball room reserved for the adult parties, while everyone was sleeping that was their own playroom.

She smiles widely as he speaks, specially at the end. Yes, Mcduck is ambitious and greedy, but he has a heart and that's more valuable than anything else.]

They sound wonderful. I'm sorry that you have been taken away from them, though I would prefer if you were to return to your home rather that them being brought here. I would miss your company but... One should be where they are needed, and I'm sure those boys need you.

[Unlike Anna and her. Anna didn't need her, all Elsa had given her was isolation. A shared punishment that the younger girl didn't deserve, it was something she had often wondered, why didn't Anna leave? After their parents died, with the way she had shut herself away, Anna had no reason to stay and yet... She had stayed. Even when it hurt her so much. Didn't it occur to her that she could leave?

Though it doesn't matter, at the end, it was Elsa the one to leave. Maybe it should have been that way from the start. It would have been better if Elsa had been left in the mountain long ago, safer for everyone, the trolls could have easily erased her from Anna's memories and everyone would be happier. Wouldn't they?]

I have no wish to compete with them, though, I'm too old for that. Though if my sister was here maybe you would find a worth contender against them.

If they were brought here, I'm sure they'd welcome the change in scenery. There's a lot to this world that's still unknown to me and I can just imagine the sorts of experiences we could share in together if they were here. Either way though I look forward to the day we're reunited.

At least in my absence they'll have Duckworth and Mrs. Beakly to look after them. And dear Webbigail for additional company. [That put his mind a little more at ease, just knowing that they'd be well cared for but any of his enemies could take advantage of his absence. If that happened, everyone he cared about could wind up out on the streets, or worse.. he'd have to trust in those left behind to manage things] Er- that's my butler, and the governess respectfully. Webbigail is Mrs. Beakly's granddaughter. I don't think I've mentioned them before.

I hope- they haven't taken my disappearance too badly. [Though, he did hope that they missed him just as much even if he didn't voice it. He wanted to think they found him a necessary part of their lives too. No one desires to feel unwanted]

Bah- old? [Look who you're talking to] You canna' be that old. Age is a state of mind Elsa. [He tapped his cane to the side of his hat] I might be older than most the kilt nippers here, but up here I'm quite young. You've barely even begun your life.

You have a sister do ya'?

Edited 2013-12-27 08:42 (UTC)

[He watches the calamity unfold with a never-ending amount of amusement. Though considering it is not his ship and he knows the captain will be more than a little put out if the content of said barrels gets ruined. He lifts his hand and utters a spell, suddenly all the barrels stop rolling. Another flick of his wrist and they right themselves.]

Now is your chance. You'll likely stay on the Captain's good side if you do not ruin her cargo. She is not a forgiving woman, when it comes to her goods.

Stop complaining.

[Deadpan.]

Are there any islands in the distance?

I'm afraid we aren't dreaming.

[The words come from a young man with (dyed?) blue hair and sharp eyes as he wanders around, getting his own bearings.

The other young man looks... well... the way Touma imagines his family or someone would look in a place like this. Someone without experience dealing with the strangeness of the Shadow Realm and Demon Lords.]

Not as far as I can tell.

Currently wearing the form of a statue of The Spirit Of Adventure Overcoming The Waves, Yasaburo comes very close to breaking his disguise when he's poked. Why is this small, androgynous person so awed by the statue he wonders, instead of...everything else?

The mabari might show a special interest in one particular gangly young man, as his true form is that of a raccoon-dog, and thus probably doesn't smell like a human at all.

He smiles nervously at the very large predator, trying to resist millions of years of evolution telling him now would be a perfect time to bolt up the nearest tree.

"Nice doggie..."

[1]

Yasaburo's favorite hobby is peoplewatching and his strange new sorroundings give him plenty of opportunity to do so. He's disguised himself as various objects around the island: a statue of Bravery Overcoming The Waves, a daruma in the shop, a hertefore unknown addition to the fountain, a pair of ugly curtains, a boulder.

And there he stay, watching dates meet up, deals go down, tall tales being told, confessions made to someone or noone, madmen muttering, merchants hawking their wares, crews returning boisterous with victory or sullen with disgrace.

[2]

Yasaburo's also quick to realize the information value of the tavern. Tongues tend to loosen with alcohol and stories come spilling off of them. Sometimes they're true and useful, clues that may lead to the shards. Sometimes they're outright horseshit. Yasaburo is fine with either, as he'll either learn something useful or be entertained either way.

The tanuki plies his companion with beer and the subtle probing and redirecting of someone used to dealing with drunks.

[1//Boarding Action]

[Warning for violence in this prompt]

Hester was one of the first over the rails and across the ladder. She was among their targets now, wielding a falchion and a little knuckle duster pistol and she is a whirlwind. Under the first pirate's slash and with a butt of her shoulder he's into the drink. He's one of the lucky ones. His companion is cautious, backing away from the railing. She slashes not at his face but at his sword, moving into the bind. Preoccupied with his own sword, he can't defend the knuckle duster being pressed into his armpit and fired. What happens to his shoulder is not pretty and he goes down clutching it.

She's smiling. It's an awkward expression on her face, being both extremely rare and incongruous with the terrible scarring that covers its left half. But it's definitely there.

[2//Spoils]

"Of fuckin' course there's a life after you're dead. You'd have to be some kinda idiot not to know that. People where i'm from, they call it the Sunless Country, but about everyone's got somethin' like it. Heard there's some who think after you cark it you go up to live with a god that got hisself nailed to a pieca'a wood. Can't say I get what's useful about a god that gets hisself turned into a mast..."

You might be surprised at hearing this from Hester when you bring up the subject of the afterlife. She's always very practical and has zero respect for the spiritualities of others. But where she's from, gods and goddesses are simply accepted as fact and the true age of the earth and the theory of natural selection are both lost ideas. It's why she adjusted so quickly to this business of magic shards.

[ This particular arrival can be seen slumped over the fountain, half on the edge and half on the ground in a somewhat undignified position. She's either taking the shock of being transported to another world really hard, or... hasn't awakened yet. It could go either way, honestly.

When you approach her (or don't approach but get too close anyway), a large paw will make a grab for whatever part of you is closest. ]

Foooood... Give me food, meow...

[ She certainly sounds weak and desperate. Take pity on a stupid and hungry catgirl? Kick her away? Ignore her? ]

I am, yes! [At first, he seems happy that she came to that conclusion, but it ebbs off a bit.] Although I'm sure you've never heard of me.

There's no need to apologize! [Although her not knowing of his fame does sting a little!]

Oh, you didn't have a tv? Why is that? [He thinks she must have lived in a rural place or maybe her family couldn't afford one.]

So...does that mean your ears are real? [That was the really important question right now.]

...a ghost ghost...can ghosts even have ghosts?!

[WELP That sail he was hauling up the mast is falling...along with the mast. A cannonball has effectively knocked out their main wind power. Gakupo manages to run out of the way without thinking about getting his answer just yet.

But he still wants one!]

Do try to keep it that way, then. Though if you should "flare up" on accident, I should be able to rectify it.

["Get on the land and find an adventurous spirit worthy of sailing with the great Sea Devil of the West," the captain said. Or something close to it, since Ragna wasn't paying close attention. Really, if you ask him, they don't need more freaks on that pile of rotten timber. Which is why he makes absolutely no effort to recruit more people to the crew and instead chooses to wander around the town aimlessly, simply enjoying the fact he's on the dry land again.

Or was until something suddenly latched onto his ankle.

He immediately looks down, ready to a) FREAK OUT, b) KILL IT WITH AZURE, or c) BOTH, but ends up not doing any of the above as he realizes he knows the cat-like figure spread miserably in front of him.

The surprise factor wears over quickly, though, and Ragna's expression settles into a frown as he wiggles his leg free from her grip.]

... Get up, Tao.

Ehhh? [why was she worried now?] It's okay. We'll just make alliances again. Anyway even if you tell me I won't remember.

[mostly cuz it's not important]

Ha! The noble view becomes even more so. Surely you realize it can't always be handled that way? That's something many kingdoms would gladly take advantage of.

[Wait, he's not done, because that kind of goody-two-shoes attitude has always bugged him, and now he's finally gotten a chance to speak his mind about it to someone other than the damn hawk king. That's not to say he's trying to be difficult, he just thinks that's an incredibly naive standpoint. Being nice all the time! Who could imagine??]

Alright. Forget about my world for a moment, as I'm assuming it's the same in yours. Beorc choose their royalty by birth, yes? By class? [It's worded rhetorically, as he's pretty sure already knows the answer.] They're taught to be exceptionally kind to another country's noblemen simply because they had the luck to be born into aristocracy. Throw one bad egg into the family and suddenly you're paying respects to someone one day who might try to brutally annex your kingdom the next. It doesn't make sense. Respect isn't earned, it's automatically given.

[ Oh god, what is he doing here?!!!! ]

C-Crocodile! [ Okay, calm down. He mentioned something about her crew. They must be nearby, then. ]

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