Test Drive for February 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!

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Zeff | One Piece

[redfootzeff]

1. Waking Up in Town Square

[That is one annoyed ex-pirate that is hobbling through the street. He's getting too damn old for this nonsense. Who knows what nonsense the idiots he calls his chefs are getting into while he's here?]

Hmph. And here I'd thought that I'd have less trouble when the little eggplant left.

2. Enemy Ship

[Zeff hobbles his way out of the galley, expression more scowling than normal.] What's all the ruckus?!

[He looks up at the fiery bits of metal that are flying in the direction of the ship. His face darkening even more, he swiftly kicks in their direction, sending a blast of wind at them that's strong enough to reduce their speed along with putting out the flames. The metal pieces clink as they bounce harmlessly on the deck.]

3. LAND, HO!

[Zeff huffs into his mustache as he looks at the island ahead of them. About time. He was dipping farther into their supplies than he would've liked despite the good winds. They could use some fresh water, too.]

[thatched]

[whistles lowly as he watches the fire get put out. If only they could do that with Ace borne truama]

You're pretty quick, old man. [he says as he nonchalantly cuts a cannonball in half] You must work out.

[but he's teasing as he actually has a certain amount of respect for the guy.]

[redfootzeff]

You get plenty of workouts when you're missing a leg. [He taps his peg leg that he used to blow out the flaming shrapnel against the deck, watching the skies for more incoming ammunition.] I don't suggest trying it.

[thatched]

Can't in any case. [a barrage of cannonballs are flying at them. Thatch swings his arm out] Dark Wave! [his arm fuzzes to a long trail of blackness and he reverses the gravity to repel the canonballs back into the ships before reforming his arm]

How are you enjoying these seas?

[redfootzeff]

[Nope. Not impressed. Watching Devil Fruit users in action sort of kills the "that's so cool!" reaction most people would have.]

Rougher than the one I'm used to but a calm sea compared to the latter half of the Grand Line and the New World.

[thatched]

[hey, he wasn't trying to be cool. He was trying to repel canonballs. But it wouldn't hurt to have some glimmer or appreciation for skill. He's still pretty new to it after all]

I wouldn't underestimate this place. We've had plenty of curses that no one can seem to shake off.

[oh look. uninvited guests. Thatch absently twirls a sword into place]

[redfootzeff]

You asked me based on what I've seen, not on what I can imagine. Just because it hasn't been as bad as the Grand Line so far doesn't mean it isn't dangerous even as an ordinary sea.

[He's not going to be able to do much in the way of running for obvious reasons, so he's going to let the incoming pirates come to him. He balances most of his weight on his normal leg, ready to lash out with one of his deadly kicks.]

[thatched]

My apologies. [he's gotta learn not to underestimate the guy. One of the visitors slips by him and he half turns to see if Redfoot will be okay or--scratch that, how the chef will manage it. He's heard about him, of course, but never seen him in action]

[redfootzeff]

[Zeff doesn't disappoint. He drops down into a one-handed handstand and whirls about to deliver a punishing blow to his attacker's knee, resulting in a loud SNAP as the pirate howls in pain. He then springs back up to slam his peg leg down onto the man's skull. He then hobbles back a step or two and starts shaking the excess blood off his wooden leg while his victim lies there on the deck.]

[thatched]

[The man doesn't disappoint and Thatch is just this shy of applauding. It would have seemed callous to him somehow. After all that, he still wasn't as strong he was in his heyday.]

Looks like it's about cleared up. [he flicks the blood from his swords and slides them back] Got anything for a tired pirate?

[redfootzeff]

[Zeff turns back towards the galley, hobbling to the door.]

Dinner's in fifteen minutes. Should take that long for the roast to finish. If you can't wait that long, waste time washing up. The last thing I want is blood all over my galley table. It takes forever to get out of wood.

3 LET ME KISS YOUR FEET AND PEG LEG AS WELL!

[song_princess]

[This newest crewmember..... Leanne was always nervous speaking to him, especially whenever she tried to use the kitchen to make her own food. She always viewed it as wrong to be refusing some of the food he would cook for the crew.

She blinks as she spots him staring at the umcoming island and decided to at least, try and see if she can't be so nervous around him. Perhaps even offer to help carry the supplies. With this in mind, she flies down from her higher perch to one that was closer to him.

Now how does one speak to the scary cook? D:]

LADIES LOVE THE PEG LEG.

[redfootzeff]

[He looks over at her as she lands beside him, frowning. Her not eating his food was always unsettling because, one, he couldn't keep track as easily of what was and what wasn't getting eaten and, two, his pride as a chef was stung at the snub. Still, despite the kinds of people he'd served in the past, he knew that there were some dietary issues that would crop up from time-to-time.]

I want you to come with me to get the food supplies. You're also going to tell me what it is your body needs for food along with personal tastes.

[It's more of an order than a request due to the old pirate being in charge of the food.]

HELL YEAH THEY DO!

[song_princess]

(She blinks in surprise, her wings ruffling a little bit when he speaks to her first and.... Actually had the same train of though that she had. She always felt guilty about it and she could see and sense just how much of his pride was hurt.)

Yes my lord.... I shall tell and do what I can. (Being ordered or requested didn't bother her as it was she the did the first wrong in the first place.)

And.... I am sorry for not eating your food, my lord.

[redfootzeff]

[He huffs into his mustache.]

It's "Zeff", not "my lord". Or, if you prefer, just "chef" will do. I don't have a royal bone in my body.

And as the cook on board, it's my responsibility to make sure everyone's fed so they can stay healthy. If I'm not feeding you something your body needs, you need to tell me. Otherwise, I'm not doing my damn job, am I?

[song_princess]

(Hnnnnnnnnng, this is going to be hard to not call him by the respectful title. She does notice that mustace and wants to touch it. So badly does she want to touch it but it would be unladylike to do so.)

I shall try.... I just desire to give you a proper term of respect.

(A soft chuckle.) I understand, chef. I guess then first things first I cannot eat meat of anytype or else I will become deathly ill.

Ladies also dig the mustache it seems. XD

[redfootzeff]

"Chef" is the title you're looking for then. It's not a title that's thrown around lightly in the kitchen.

[Particularly a head chef like him.]

Hm...not even eggs and milk?

[Separate meals completely deprived of animal products most likely. Protein would need to be derived from plant sources such as beans and nuts. If no milk, then making any kind of yogurt was out.]

I'm assuming I'll need to prepare your meals entirely separately to prevent cross-contamination.

At least this one! XD She wants to it. It calls to her!

[song_princess]

Chef Zeff then? [This is something new for her but her wings finally unruffled and she studies him with her pulpless green eyes.]

Milk? I am fine with milk. Yeah, that would be good.... [She feels bad that he is gonna have to go through so much trouble for just one person.]

My apologies for having a difficult diet, my lo- Chef Zeff.

It is a rather fine mustache!

[redfootzeff]

That works.

[It pleases him, too. He earned that title after all.]

Not the worst I've come across. At least now I can make sure you'll be able to get the nutrients your body needs. Without the right balance, you would've gotten very sick out on the ocean even without eating meat.