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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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[OH she thought about it

And he's right, which seems to piss her off more. She smothers it by trying to find reason. Although there was no reason to find with that journal and how it... WROTE in itself like people were communicating.]

Cultural differences are normal. People in Suna don't dress like people in Iwa or Konoha. And just because I don't recognize this place doesn't mean it's a different world. That's not possible.

[She still doesn't understand the meaning of that. The legs of her chair scrape loudly as she pushes away from the table, ready to leave.]

I just need to find a map.

[~~And an assassin, but this is not admitted... for obvious reasons.~~]

We have flowers of all kinds there. If you ever manage to find your way to England you should stop by, we could always use one more delicate bloom gracing our humble establishment.

[Meaning her of course and said with a playful smile in her direction. The quiet moments didn't last too long with this one.

~~It can't be helped about the religious aspect it IS mentioned in Side B.~~ ]

Chloe. I look forward to hearing the song you compose, Ms?

[His expression grows increasingly impatient as she tries to explain away the inconsistencies with logic -- unfair, perhaps, given the way he'd entered this world. Still, his mouth tightens when she pushes back from the table.]

There isn't a map. Even the people here don't know the extent of their world.

[He stands as well, setting down his half-finished water.]

There are no shinobi here. If you use any jutsu, they're more likely to call it witchcraft and send the navy after you. This isn't a world that knows who we are.

[Congrats, Sakura. You're now in the company of a 1200 year old Ino with curves and telepathy! Except that Bridget had a soft spot for 'children' and a contempt for drunks who haven't showered since they last sailed through a thunderstorm.

At the comment, she turned glanced towards Sakura's book. It meant they were SOULMATES!!!!!sparkles! But not really.]

Hm, I suspected as much. None of the people who were born or live here have one. Have you looked through it all yet?

[Only difference is the age REALLY. Sakura would have contempt for that too. Gross.]

Um, no, not really. It was just nearby me and I decided to bring it along.

... Should I?

[That's ridiculous. How could people not know their own world?

Shinobi were common. Civilians knew about them, this doesn't make her stop. Nor the mention of jutsu, though she does pause. But 'we?'

Stops. Immediately.]

...We?

[Aw, but she's still young! No turning into a piece of jerky randomly, promise. One eyebrow will lift a bit though. Sakura hadn't bothered yet?]

Only if you want to figure out who might know what's going on. I'm not exactly sure what connects them, but as far as I can tell all of these journals are connected to each other no matter how far apart they are. What someone else writes in their journal, everyone else with a journal can read it.

[Bridget starts walking again, taking the time to attempt to poke Sakura's cheek as she passes but not expecting to succeed. Ah well, at least they may as well head out to somewhere Bridget can buy sharp, pointy objects as they talk.]

Which reminds me, is there something about you that might make you worth kidnapping?

[... he is truly not accustomed to disguising his identity. He pauses for a moment, then gives up with a half-suppressed sigh. If this leads to a fight, it leads to a fight; at least they've already gotten supplies this time if he's to be banned from the island again.]

You know me. [He lets the Sharingan flicker into his eyes for a moment before blinking them black again.] You were right the first time.

[If she did turn into piece of jerky, she swears not to eat her.

She's actually looking down at the journal with a furrowed brow so she DOES succeed since she's not paying attention. And the action didn't have killing intent so she doesn't dodge it. There's a couple blinks at the poke and then she rubs her cheek.]

The pink hair isn't enough?

[She quips and follows Bridget, finally opening the journal to a random page.

It's... writing in itself.

What. Just going to stare in awe at it.]

[What's with the sigh? A brow raises while she waits for him to explain why he uses 'we'. If he's a ninja, it's not a big deal, is it? They're all on the same side right now.

The Sharingan is all the clue she needs.

She chokes out a gasp. "You know me." Hah.]

Sasuke...kun?

[Where is her chair? She might need to sit down again. Can't deny when the facts were now lit up in figurative neon and pointing arrows that her instincts were right.]

[Poor Sakura... But Bridget is too busy getting outside into the semi-fresh air to follow up on anything. And since the sun went down a while ago there's no hesitation or staying in the shaded areas either.]

Well, it would be for myself. If someone was born with that color where I came from there would be a massive convention of doctors and scientists. Not to mention anyone willing to do some black market dealing. Even someone able to do some genetic manipulation needs some sort of base gene for pink hair. Pink, blue, green, purple... those aren't uncommon with kids, but it's all dyed.

[Bridget really hoped there would be someplace open at this time of evening. Not that she was in a rush, setting up a slow enough pace that Sakura could flip through the journal as they went.]

[Congratulations Nami, you just asked a marine. Smoker in fact.]

[He turns around...]

[And instead of arresting her on the spot actually gives a real answer.] Island Empezia in an entirely different world. And I don't mean like how the New World is different, I mean a different planet.

Cat Burglar, what's the last thing you remember?

[And you know. Hello and such. No no, he has a reason for all this interrogation. Uh besides being Smoker.]

You again!?

[Remember that time Smoker was stuck in Crocodile's prison, and he had this shocked face of all "YOU?!" Yeah. Same!]

[You'd think he'd stop being surprised by things like this eventually.]

[1. New Ship in the Harbor]

[There's always ships coming and going from the harbor but today there's something a little unusual docked. For one thing, it's about three times the size of even the frigates, and obviously of completely different design. There is, however, a gangplank painstakingly set up so it can be boarded... care to investigate?]

[2. New Arrival in Town]

[There's a blue haired girl in the tavern who kind of sticks out like a sore thumb, at least compared to the locals. Also the way she's staring at her journal like she's never seen one before? Definitely a tip off a new arrival. And when it comes to the matter of actually drinking the grog they serve here...]

Gacckkkhh! Gross! There's no way this is supposed to taste good, is there?! [Yeah, she's definitely regretting trying that] Is there something wrong with their tastes in this place?

Edited 2014-01-01 00:28 (UTC)

[What kind of question was that?

Sydni blinked in confusion and reached his fingers up toward his ears, not quite touching them.]

Yes. Why wouldn't they be real?

Cuddles, fortunately, was a very friendly dog. Too friendly really. Sydni got up along side his animal friend and got his hand on his shoulder to remind the beast to ease up, "I said down! What is wrong with you today?"

The elf turned to the young man, clearly worried, "I'm very sorry, serrah. Cuddles usually listens to me. I'm not sure what's gotten into him."

Sydni stilled for a moment, head tilting to the side before his smile softened and he nodded, "I do. You are surprisingly comfortable speaking of the Fade. And yet... I do not know you from the Ferelden Circle."

He straightened his shoulders and started to walk in a slow circle around Hawke, looking him over more thoroughly, "You do not wear the clothes of a Templar, nor do you carry yourself as one. Even the Ferelden Circle does not allow Mabari as pets for the Mages and Apprentices within it's walls, so I do not believe you would be allowed to have one in any other Circle, even if you were transferred to it... That leaves only a couple options as to your status, my friend." Surana stopped once he was back in front of Hawke again, putting his hand on Cuddle's head and scratching the spot between his eyes that Hawke had been scratching on Champion. "You don't seem like a Tevinter to me, you aren't a Warden... so that leaves apostate. If this isn't Thedas, then lady luck must hold quite the flame for you."

[The light burns against her eyelids and Haruhi is loathe to open her eyes immediately. But she knows she has to. Everything feels different...and smells different. Why is there a salty tang in the air?

Using her arm as a shield, she slowly opens one eye and then the other. What greets her causes her to sit up with a yelp of surprise.]

...! [Her jaw drops and she is at a complete loss for at least a couple of minutes. Then...]

They took me somewhere in my sleep. That must be it.

So this is...

[Some rich resort, right? By the sea? Hopefully not a cursed one or one with guards that attack visitors?]

...might be asking for too much.

[Brushing herself off, she stands up and looks around curiously. She needs to get her bearings and some information.]

Hello?

There was little point in dissembling, as Hawke wore his staff slung over his back as usual, where it was convenient to access. He stood still while Surana circled around him, somewhat bemused by his analysis. If the templars in Kirkwall had paid half as much attention to him, doubtless he would have been imprisoned years ago for the grievous sin of being born with magic. But they never had, and he had never been. Not that he was complaining.

"I don't think that's a very fair assessment at all. I could be any number of things besides an apostate. A scholar, for example, or a well-educated noble, or even an initiate who was caught in a compromising position with a pretty Sister and was expelled for wanton impropriety and complete and utter disregard for Chantry rules, but whose loyal hound would not be separated from his side--" Here Champion interrupted him with a vaguely disgusted noise somewhere between a whine and a growl, and he grinned and smooshed the loose skin of the dog's eyebrows downward, briefly causing his eyes to close. "My father was very good at eluding templars and keeping the family together. So in that, I suppose, yes, you could say I was lucky."

Now it was his turn to eye Surana speculatively. "So you're a Grey Warden, then?"

Surana didn't carry an obvious staff. His robes were much more on the 'scholarly' side of things, but at his waist hung one very fine sword and an even finer dagger. The backpack he carried was a rather basic, if somewhat larger than normal, travel bag.

"Smarter than you look," he replied with a chuckle. Perhaps if he had had a different life, he would have continued that discussion about family. But he hadn't, and he'd been given to the Chantry when he was very young. He couldn't even remember his relatives and the records were long gone for which family in the Denerim Alienage he came from. If they ever existed at all. "Very few people would have picked up on that just from me mentioning it.

"And actually... you couldn't be a well-educated noble or scholar... I've seen a fair share and you simply don't have that pompous air... and I've met initiates caught in compromising positions. With an apprentice mage, not a sister, but all the same... so no. You couldn't have been any of those. Not in my experience."

"Don't go spreading that around, please," Hawke said, though he didn't sound particularly worried. "Life is so much easier when people think you're stupid. If they start to think that you might not be, they start expecting things from you, and then it's 'Hawke this' and 'Hawke that,' and that's the end of a quiet life drinking and whoring and sleeping until noon."

Family for Hawke wasn't exactly a sore subject - the blows of his father's and sister's deaths had been softened somewhat by intervening years - but it also wasn't exactly an appropriate subject for conversation with a new acquaintance, so he was more than happy to drop it. Besides, Surana didn't have any tattoos that Hawke could see, which meant - from what he understood of elven culture, at least - that he'd either been born in or raised in an alienage or the Circle, and was not Dalish. As such, family was likely to be a sensitive topic for him as well. So moving right along, he let out a dramatic sigh, though he was still smiling.

"Foiled in yet another deception by my own good looks and refreshingly humble attitude once again. When will I learn?"

"Refreshingly humble is it?" That got an even bigger laugh out of the Warden. Whomever this Hawke was, he was certainly an easy person to to talk to. It made him wonder if it was an act, or the genuine thing. Sydni hadn't met many apostates that weren't also maleficarum out to kill him for power. And those that weren't were either part of the Mage's Collective or were Morrigan or Anvernus... or Jowan.

Ah, but that was getting into memories he'd rather not think about. And Hawke made him remember a much better friend, anyway. "You remind me of a friend of mine. Though he would never dare to claim the title of humble... but both of you have mouths on you that I expect have gotten you into and out of as many problems as the other. And brothels."

"You think so too? It's awfully kind of you to say so, Serah."

Lucky for Surana, Hawke had no interest in killing anybody for power. Or any interest in killing anybody for any reason, really. Whether or not he's able to avoid that second one, though, really depends on what sort of plots are afoot on the streets of Kirkwall on any given day. Best not to think about that.

"Do I? I hope it's a favorable recollection." It probably was, judging from the way Surana was smiling, but it never hurt to make sure.

Surana gave Hawke a very obvious look-over. One that edged away from friendly and into friendly before averting his eyes and clearing his throat in a fairly obvious manner, "Indeed it is, serrah. Indeed, it is. Though, you pull off a beard better than he ever could. Not that a beard on an elf is possible..."

Edited 2014-01-01 07:59 (UTC)

[Maybe it wasn't as obvious as it had seemed when she'd said his name at first -- the shock on Sakura's face is evident. Had she come from some time when seeing him was this uncommon?]

I'm using a henge. [Just in case it wasn't obvious; he keeps his voice low and gives the rest of the room a meaningful look.]

I won't release it in here. [He tilts his head toward the door and starts walking, assuming she'll follow if she wants answers.]

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