Test Drive for January 2014 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

[slugly]

[Sasuke always was smart. He may not be as smart as her but-- a corner of her mouth lifts by a fraction, not really noticable, because it reminds her of a few moments as Team 7.]

You're right.

[Does that make him feel better from not knowing? She's back to looking in deep thought. This isn't her world, he said.]

What do we do now?

[no prob]

[slugly]

Ahaha! No, no! Not at all!

[Not now, anyway. And not this boat.]

I was just wondering if anyone needed a medic on their ships. Seasickness is pretty common when you go sailing and I know some tricks to stop it.

[slugly]

[That was more of Ino's color anyway. Sakura can't picture herself in her best friend's signature garb. She was much happier with her red to--

Or green flak jacket and black shirt now.]

Amazing...

[She sounds as in awe as she looks, eyes glancing back down at the, at first glance, unremarkable little book.]

Yes, communicating over a broadcast isn't new to me either. But we use headsets and walkie talkies or jutsu. This is a very high level of technology. [Or... something else.] And very useful. Can anybody read anything you write?

[She pulls a pen from her pouch that she had snatched at the bar and writes a 'Hello?' in it.]

[sunk_your_battleship]

[Murasa immediately cracks up laughing, but it's a joyless laugh.]

Hahaha, this is nothing.

[And she winds up to give her a seemingly good-natured swat on the shoulder. Her touch is freezing cold, not necessarily temperature-wise.]

[tsunderseaboat]

[Which makes Takao tense up - if it's not temperature wise, then what is it? Her sensors detect something weird but]

...so do you captain a ship here?

[bloodandbattle]

[Surana gave the man a long, hard stare before finally replying to him as he would to any small, human child that wasn't familiar with Elves.]

Actually, I'm an elf. We're people, just like humans, who happen to have ears that are pointed instead of rounded. I know it may be odd to you, having never seen it before, but they're very real. If someone has put fake ones on for this... 'cosplaying', then that was very rude of them.

[bloodandbattle]

He hadn't really been out to cause any discomfort in Hawke. Surana had mostly been trying to not embarrass himself as untoward thoughts of a particular Antivan were brought to mind by the easy going nature of the human he was speaking to. The warden gave another chuckle, keeping his eyes averted from Hawke to better control his own urge to up the ante. There were few pasttimes Surana enjoyed as much as a good bout of flirting - should it have a chance of going anywhere more physical. Which was not something he should be thinking about five minutes after meeting a man his dog had goosed.

"That implies that all beards are half as pretty as elves. It might be the case with yours, serrah, but you're the exception, not the rule."

[wanderer_from_ys]

A girl in blue clothes? No, I can't say that I have.

[sunk_your_battleship]

No, not here. Not yet, anyway. Do you?

[This person looked rather odd, at least in comparison to almost everything else here, but Murasa had seen far odder things captaining a ship. Herself, for instance!]

[moonbreaker]

Oh. Okay. [That's a disappointment, all right. But Makoto sucks it up. Squaring her shoulders, she grabs for Adol's wrist.] Well, no sense in standing around here! Let's go see what kind of place we've landed in!

Oh, and I'm Makoto Nanaya, by the way. Nice to meet you! [Because whoops, gotta remember to say hello to prospective new friends.]

Bepo | One Piece

[bepobear]

[Choice A:]
A scream could be heard from a woman, that classic kind of sound that one could imagine the woman was shrieking, one foot off the ground, arms hugged in tight and fists out, in complete terror at seeing such a HUGE and IMPOSING monster before her! A long lasting kind of scream that gets the blood running and the thoughts coursing through ones brain.

That was the sound that Bepo had just rounded a corner to. Actually, he had blundered around a corner of a building, fleeing from the very random town square he found himself in.

"Sorry! Sorry! Please don't yell! It hurts my ears!" He said, confused over with he wanted to do with his paws; hold them over his ears or hold them up and out to emphasize her needing to stop! "Shhh! Shhh! Please stop!"

He was covering his ears now, backing away as she stopped screaming. "I didn't mean to run into you. Let me help pick up your things and we can go our way!" He protested softly, looking at the bag of vegetables strewn on the ground. His fault for running into her.

The woman let out another yell, and picked up a rather large turnip, throwing it at him. Just as it was about to hit him his reflexes kicked in and he drew back, letting it fly past. A gasp as he watched it. "Hey! You don't have to do that!"

Two minutes later one could see a average sized white bear in a bright orange jump suit running through town, much like a human would run. There was a small group of people, men mostly, running after him. Once in a while something would get thrown, a pot, a pan, a vegetable, pitchfork or knife. Random things. Each time they were near, he'd stop, kick it out of the way and say something like.

"I'm getting mad!" or "Stop that now!" or perhaps just a cry as he ran. Bepo didn't want to hurt anyone right now, not when he was so confused! But he wasn't going to let them hurt him either! He's trying to ditch them, or get outside of town. If they keep following him like this, he'll stand and fight. But only outside of town. Feel free to run into him, be ran into, or join in on the fight.


[Choice B:]
Of the coast of an island, he isn't sure where, Bepo floated, a bright orange lump bouncing in the shallows of the water. A waterlogged bipedal polar bear just drifting. Who knows how long he's been in the water, but his face is up, mouth open, eyes closed, and he's slowly coming in to shore.

The water lapping at his sides as he bobs closer to land, thankfully closer to a beach and not actually sharp rocks at the base of a cliff.

[madeofswords]

You won't understand my line of thought, kid. It's nothing big, anyway. Just an old man's inclination to speak in riddles.

[All the same, he found himself smiling.]

And, yes--I suppose I'm new--here, at least.

[abundantlove]

... A medic?

[Mana's expression brightens]

We need a medic...!

[tomyfriends]

[The island was reported to have entire droves of treasure hidden in it, something a pirate king had left behind ages ago only to be lost to history. Nobody could find it so, naturally, Kidd took it upon himself to find it.

There was just one problem: there was a good reason why nobody had ever found this treasure before. The entire island was made up of coves and hidden caverns you would have to dive into to find. To top it off, a great reef surrounded the already rocky bottom - making it near impossible to traverse in order to get close enough to the shoreline.

The Horseshoe was the vessel she had taken up and whoever on board went with her was in the shore party now, as the boat was docked inside the reef - small enough to ease through it.

However, after hours upon hours of searching. James Kidd began growing impatient. He struck the wooden shovel he carried into the sand and sighed, staring into the thick treeline towards the center of the island.]

I'm beginning t'think this was a waste of our bloody time.

3, pls

[tomyfriends]

[The battle is fierce and everyone is lost against their own opponents. Some prefer to barrel through the naval officers and deck hands that had boarded them, while others are taking to picking stragglers off. Kidd, while typically quite a fan of stealth and subtlety if he could manage it - is wielding a blade with a wicked curve dripping with a man's insides and a smoking pistol that is now functioning as a club.

He does not place mercy in this fight, not when it means his life, and easily slits a young man's throat before kicking him aside. It's then that he sees Alex sliding through the throng of bodies as if she knew where to go - a spark of fear mixed with admiration slides down his spine and Kidd finds himself being shoved to the deck for the distraction.

A brute of a man stands over him - easily twice his size and wields a great axe in his hands. Kidd reaches for his second pistol - club be damned and fires it into the hulking giant's chest. The sharp clang of metal against metal sounds off and he staggers, but is not dead.

Scrambling away is his best bet, and the hidden blade in his coat sleeve is unsheathed as he stands and turns to thrust it into the man's armpit but the back of his hand smacks against Kidd's jaw and sends him reeling into Alex's path.]

[thethundersaid]

[He can't tell if he's pleased or not to have it confirmed that all sense of time is pointless in this place. The question makes him turn away, gaze dragging over the town with obvious displeasure.]

The popular theory is that finding this ruby is our ticket home. It might have the power to let us cross worlds.

[The frustrated emphasis on might, makes it more than clear his feelings on the subject.]

[oneofthelost]

[Someone -- a very smart someone -- sees his death coming. The teeth and bloody mouth spell the end, and he tries to run. Which is when he's truly lost. He goes down in front of Kidd and has time to shoot one single look up at the man, one that pleads for death, before the thing is on him.

Seconds later, Alex sits up, still straddling the corpse. His eyes are fixed open, staring at the sky with an expression of true horror, and his throat is mauled. Not cut, no. Nothing so humane. It looks like an animal did it.

And there's fresh blood around Alex's mouth, her canines elongated and sharpened to a wicked point. There's no humor, no laughter and light, in her eyes as she looks up at Kidd. It's a positively wild expression -- the wolf deciding whether it's still hungry. But some sense returns, and she pushes herself to her feet, licking her lips as she does it.]

[tsunderseaboat]

I am a ship.

[Because wow, as far as she can tell, it really doesn't matter who the fuck knows she's from the Fleet of Fog here]

gtfo insomnia

[sunk_your_battleship]

[Murasa just looks at her again, some amusement starting to come back to her voice now.]

And this is from someone who doesn't believe in ghosts.

[tsunderseaboat]

Ghosts are supernatural. I'm a Mental Model created from nanomaterials.

[Totally way more believable.]

[thepurpleway]

You know, you could have stopped at I'm an elf. [He's seen the Lord of the Rings, gosh!]

Why do you think it would have been rude? Imitation is the highest form of flattery. A lot of people cosplay because they are inspired by what they've seen or read, and it holds a special place in their hearts. I could understand if they were being rude purposely while cosplaying, but usually they aren't.

[bloodandbattle]

Why wouldn't that be rude regardless of why they do it? They aren't elves. They are dressing up as people that exist and pretending to be one without any real knowledge of what it means to be an elf.

I didn't realize humans could sink lower than they have in their treatment of my kind. I am disgusted to learn I was wrong.

[thepurpleway]

Actually, I'm very certain a lot of research went into what they do. They don't just don apparel and prance around. They read up on folklore, language, culture, dress, mannerisms, and so forth. Their dedication is truly remarkable.

But for you to judge them so quickly without even seeing first hand of what they do is pretty low, don't you think? You really don't have such a right, since you've never been to my home world.

[bloodandbattle]

They read up and do research? As if that will give them the knowledge of what it means to be an elf? They pretend to know what it means. They play at being what they don't understand. It's beyond insulting for you to think that anyone has that right.

[This time he yelled and he didn't care to try and keep his voice low.]

Do not try to lecture me on what is disrespectful, human. You know nothing of what elves have to go through every day at the hands of your kind. Pretending you do, pretending to be an elf, is outright...

[He snarled, unable to form the words for how angry that made him, and drew his sword, which sparked with electricity.]

Never speak to me again. And if I find you or any other human playing at 'being a knife-ear', I will cut your - and their - ears off. Then you can play pretend at being round eared again all you want.

[thepurpleway]

[Gakupo is quite surprised by the yelling. Even more surprised when he drew his weapon. However, he isn't afraid, and he'll talk again without raising his own voice.]

I'm not a human, first off. Second... [He wants to continue, but sighs, waving a hand dismissively.] It's obvious that there are vast differences between your world and mine. There's no real point in arguing about it if all you're going to do is draw out your sword. If humans are as bad as you say, then I'm sorry they treated you poorly.

[He did catch the apparent slur they use. Knife-ear? That's just cruel. So he just walks past him, not caring if he got electrocuted or stabbed.]

I won't speak to you again, if that's what you want, but I hope to learn more about...whatever you went through.