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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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Something some ninja never really figured out. But Sasuke was a genius wasn't he? If only things had turned out different. But Kakashi had learned the hard way 'if only's didn't do anything.

That cold look was nothing new, though for a brief time...He inwardly gave himself a shake. Dwelling would do him no good. He let out a sigh and took a few steps towards Sasuke, mostly to see what the other would do.

"No, we don't."

Kakashi was testing him. Probably to be expected, given the last time Sasuke had seen him -- then again, now that he was thinking about it, the last time Sasuke had seen Kakashi could easily be decidedly different from the last time Kakashi had seen him.

Standing his ground, he raised an eyebrow. "What are you returning to?"

Always a test. Poking at cracks. Seeing what needed strengthening, or what could be used. Kakashi paused at the question, gaze sharpening just a little.

Interesting, and unexpected, question. "It sounds like that's an actual question. How could it be any different then what you are?"

[It... does? At least he doesn't seem to mind she thinks he reminds her of her teammate gone rogue, gone apeshit, gone maybe even more crazy now because he wants to be Hokage? Not that he knows any of this but the fact that it struck her so much is still cause enough to make Sakura feel a little more uncomfortable.

Niggling feeling won't go away either.

There's an attempt at a small smile at his forgiveness and small-talk. Even if it very Sasuke-esque.]

Then it's a good thing we do. [Since she hasn't had any luck so far with eavesdropping, she decides to just straight out ask him.]

Has there been any talk about the inscription by the fountain? Have you seen it?

How, indeed. It had been two months, now, but there were still moments when catching Itachi out of the corner of his eye made him look again, the sense of utter displacement of time sudden and thoroughly disorienting. You have no idea was a tempting answer.

"Those who arrive here from other worlds come from any time. You could be from my future or my past."

[He can't tell if she's completely bought the henge or if the tension he's reading in her body language is more about the unexpected arrival in a completely unfamiliar place. In any case, she seems prepared to accept that his appearance is only coincidence for now.]

There is endless talk about the inscription, but you won't hear it from the people in here. [With the exception of a few, the vast majority of the clientele here appears to be the local civilians.]

His visible eye widened a little at that little bombshell.

Time. Here, it meant little. If Sasuke's word was to be trusted. And he saw no reason to think it a lie - what would it benefit the Uchiha?

Kakashi held himself in check though, mulling it over along with how to word his answer. Sasuke certainly looked like he had the last time he'd caught sight of him...but given how quickly events could change in the direction they'd all been going? It meant little.

"...Naruto caught your trail and we were on our way to get you."

Such a simple explanation to describe the whirlwind of attacks, finding and killing Akatsuki members one after the other.

[It's a mix of everything, really.

Her brow furrows, her attention seized.]

Where can I hear it?

[She had thought the bar was as good as any since a lot of people seemed to congregate here. The difference between locals and those brought here aren't yet clear to her, with only her as the opposing side. Everyone else pretty much just falls under 'was here before me.']

The surprise was to be expected, that moment where it was clear that Kakashi was weighing the likelihood that Sasuke was telling a lie. Anything deeper than that -- what conclusion the man had drawn in the end -- was hidden beneath the mask and the forehead protector covering Obito's eye.

The information made no sense to Sasuke, however, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Coming to get me? From where?"

Kakashi showed too much caution with him to be from any time earlier than his defection from Konohagakure, and if he had to place an age on him he would guess he was a older than that. It couldn't have been the one time his former team had managed to infiltrate Sound -- Kakashi hadn't been there as far as Sasuke had noticed.

From people who aren't local. On deck, mostly. [Though for all people talked, it was more speculation than any real knowledge -- or at least that had been the pattern every time Sasuke had sought information.

He figures he's already made it obvious enough that he's not one of the locals, so he adds:]

You've read the journal, I assume?

[The question is on the tip of her tongue 'Isn't everyone local?' Except her, of course. But comparing him to the rest of the patrons at the bar, he fits in as well as she does. Which is the literal opposite of fitting in. At least his hair isn't pink.

She realizes belatedly that he's not a local either from the sound of it. Is he from the war though? Is he really

Nope, nope. Definitely not. Or rather, can't be.]

Er--

[She glances to the journal sitting by her water and picks it up, staring at the skull at the center with unease.]

I tried. Things kept... appearing on it while I was trying to.

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[He's noticed there seem to be times when people get more and less chatty on the journals, and apparently now is one of the chatty times. Pulling out his own, he flips to the first page and slides it toward her, tapping the first note from the person who calls herself Dog.]

People talk too much on it. This is the information you need to start.

[Aw, but it's a good pet name! Kittens are cute but often claw the bejeebers out of your hands and legs when you aren't paying attention.

Besides, Bridget really wants to play with that pink hair even if she's not going to admit to it.]

People don't come to pubs to drink water alone, even with hair like yours. Which usually means either you're waiting for someone, listening in, or waiting for someone to get drunk enough to rob.

[She toyed with her glass a little bit, heating the rum to a boil for just a few seconds with a fingertip and then taking away the heat until it was room temperature again. Bridget kept her arm between the glass and the rest of the room but didn't bother hiding it from Pink. Burning off the alcohol was the easiest way to drink someone else into a stupor.]

[A florist? She smiled at his admission. Somehow that seemed fitting for a person that admired beautiful things to be employed. There weren't many things that could outshine flowers in that area]

If it were possible, I'd like to visit your shop sometime.

[It really was making it easier for her by not looking directly at her, though it also helped that their subject had moved away from compliments directed at her]

[She listened quietly as he spoke.]

Our father... [She repeated with a hint of a question to it. Oh! He was a religious sort too? ~~Oh Chloe.. religion is never brought up in Uta no Prince >.>;..~~]

[She might not have followed that faith herself, but to hear him speak of it, even in this subtle way and with so much sincerity in his voice she couldn't help but feel glad that the stars could bring him that sort of comfort too. She was quiet for a few moments just taking in the moment, with it's scenery before she took a step away from the railing]

I think.. I know what to write now. [She turned toward Chloe and bowed deeply] Thank you.... er-.. [Looking up sheepishly she added] I'm sorry. I never asked for your name...

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[they are quite precious and vicious, it's true. It's actually a pretty good pet name, not that she'll admit it

The hair again. She tugs at it as it's mentioned, looking self-conscious. It's hard to do ninja things when you're as noticeable as Naruto with his orange jumpsuit. It had never stopped her before but she figures now might be a good time to practice her transformation jutsus when she wants to try and be a LITTLE more stealthy.

Her shoulders square, not really caring about the boiling rum. It isn't TOO strange when people shoot giant fireballs out of their mouths sometimes where she's from.]

I wouldn't-- [nevermind]

I was hoping there's someone here who knows more about this place than I do so I could get some answers. I'd ask directly, but I get the feeling I'm already not very well-received.

[HE SOUNDS SO FAMILIAR IT'S REALLY BOTHERING HER

He has a journal, too. As if she wasn't already sure he was a local, now she is. That must be how they're differentiated. Since nobody else in the bar (that she can see) has the same journal that they have.

Why did they even have a journal in the first place?

Carefully, she takes his journal from him and begins reading and is generally GLAD things don't start writing by themselves anymore. That was disconcerting.

When she's done and has made sense of the strange vocabulary, she's speaking aloud to herself.]

Isla Empieza. Why haven't I ever heard of it? I don't remember seeing that name on a map at any point in time. [Finally she turns back to him.]

And this Davy Jones has been mentioned on the inscription, too.

[Bridget shrugged slightly and crossed her legs without flashing the room. There wasn't any reason to keep up the fanservice now that she had what she wanted. At least from this place. Next on her list was buying some weapons and getting something to eat that might have been made less than a week ago. At the moment she only had a dagger lifted from a pair of would-be-rapists.]

It hardly matters what you intend, the men here have alcohol in the system and a reason to be suspicious. They think I'm either a bored show-wife looking for a real man or a woman with a price on my bed. But they don't know anything you'd find useful.

[It's a little disheartening but at least now she could scratch this place off her list of places to get information and find somewhere cleaner and smells better.

But she can't let this go to waste.]

Do you?

Do I what? Have a bed that needs filled?

[Bridget's slit-pupiled eyes turned a bit playful. Oh dear... This kitten was so tempting to tease. She let the moment hang for a little bit and then actually smiled.]

Hardly. It's been a while since I've carried my swords and bow on a regular basis so I arrived without much in the way of useful tools. Now that I have some coin, I thought I'd fix that oversight and go find the people who really know what's going on.

You haven't heard of it because this isn't your world.

[He watches for how that piece of information lands, though he continues nonetheless, tone still evenly deadpan.]

Davy Jones claims to be the one who brought us all here. He might or might not be real. It's difficult to get confirmation.

[BLUSHING and then an embarrassed clearing of her throat

She reminds her a bit of Ino -- flirty and a take charge sort of personality.]

Could I join you? Two heads are better than one, right?

I'm Sakura.

[Whoa, whoa, back up -- what, just...

Isn't her world? There's no way. She looks baffled.]

What do you mean this isn't my world?

[Said... so slowly and a hint of irritation.]

[There probably wasn't any other way to take that information. He takes a sip of his water before turning to look her in the eye.]

Think about it. Have you ever seen people dressed like this in your world? Have you ever heard of a land that resembles this one? [He picks up his journal again, flipping it open to a page that is busily filling itself with words.] Or anything like this?

[Take charge, check. Flirty? Well, more trolling than really flirty when it came to a place like this. But whatever, Bridget just used what she had as a weapon whenever she needed to. Most men just happened to lower their guard around a show of curves and skin.]

I don't mind, the name's Bridget. Just let me collect my journal...

[The glass of rum was left unsipped as she stood, all imposing five feet of her, and went over to the bartender. A small coin from her winnings and he handed her a book alarmingly similar to Sakura's.]

[That was definitely Ino thinking there too, not that Sakura can read thoughts. Another thing her best friend could do and she secretly envied. It would be nice to know what certain people thought.

Sakura smiles. And she probably would have followed her anyway, just from a distance. This just made things easier.]

Nice to meet you, Bridget.

[When they stand side by side, Sakura is only a couple inches taller at 5'3". While she doesn't look dangerous and more cute than deadly, Sakura could probably knock out every sloppy pirate in this pub with one hand tied behind her back.

But her eyes seemed to have locked on the identical book and she tugs hers out of her back pouch looking down at it.]

I have the same journal.

[What does THAT mean?]

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it means stop being such a butt gosh

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it's impossible when so much of him is butt

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epic twerkage then

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one twerk goes for years you don't even know

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ITS MAH FAV

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IT REALLY SHOWS OFF HER BEST LOOK

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YES I THOUGHT SO TOO

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