Test Drive for September 2013 Apps

[highseasmods]

Welcome to our first Test Drive for high_seas! Here is where players can test out their characters' voices, 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

[thatched]

[aww. Look at the cutie rookie Marine! ...Who looked a bit different from when Thatch last saw him, sitting by himself and looking sour faced. No wonder he was a Marine. No sensible Pirate crew would have a face that dour. He plucked out one of the cigars from the sleeve and lit it]

Hey, there, matey. See you got a new decoration there. [and he tapped his head where Smoker's scar was] Peel a potato a bit too hard?

[thatched]

Ah, don't be so sure, matey. [and he'll just casually sit down beside him, since, hell, he's got nothing better to do] You can't expect sea dogs in a rookie town like this. Gotta be prepared to train them up a bit.

1/? :| YOU SET THE TONE FOR THIS NOW DEAL WITH IT

[justicereigns]

[At first Smoker doesn't turn around, because please. As if.]

Vice Admirals don't need to peel potat----

2/?

[justicereigns]

[But then his eyes slide back because, wait, what?]

3/?

[justicereigns]

[Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.]


[Nooooooooooo.]


[What.]

[The fuck?]

[thatched]

He's been watching the kid work for some time, idly carving something between his hands with a rusted old knife that he picked up from somewhere.

"You're pretty good at that," he said after a while. "Been making boats long?"

Apologies in advance for her terrifying him

[nogimmicks]

[ And now? Flynn will find himself in one of those magic boxes. The kind used for sawing people in half. Sorry, she's a magician, not a pirate. ]

Excuse me, kind sir! I had no idea you wanted to volunteer for my next act so badly.

4/?

[justicereigns]

[This is not two years ago. This is not four years ago. What is this, suddenly at least six years ago? Ten? Sixteen?]

5/7 :3 yes 7 is good

[justicereigns]

[FUCK THIS NOISE. HE CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS SHIT.]

[nogimmicks]

[ She frowns. ]

Aw, I can't be bothered remembering idioms anyway!

[ Though she'll come back to the ship now, broom in hand. ]

Well, as long as I can SEE you guys, I shouldn't have any problems helping out if things get hairy. I don't mind looking after the ship while you go, but if it's like, a giant sea monster, I'm not footing the bill for that one.

[ It's not that she COULDN'T help, it's that her magic is kind of limited here...? She's not entirely sure why, but it's about half as effective as it ought to be. ]

[thatched]

[He laughs and ruffles Marco's fronds] You wish.

[he takes a final draw on his cigarette and stubs it out against a wall]

Quiet little town isn't it?

6/7

[justicereigns]

[First he chased Straw Hat to Punk Hazard, (not that this pirate would be able to deal with that) then he got his ass handed to him by Law who stole his heart and was supposed to be helping the marines. Then Law was bizarre and really did help Smoker but only because there were worse fiends, oh yeah, and Vergo was an enemy and a subordinate of Joker's along, and speaking of Joker, he showed up to kick his ass. JUST AS ICING ON THE SHITCAKE THAT WAS THE LAST THIRTY HOURS OF SMOKER'S LIFE.]

[All that, before he showed up in another world where apparently shit was about to get even worse and/or weirder.]

[No.]

[Just.]

[Fuck it. Smoker out.]

7/7 done

[justicereigns]

Yeah, well, you look...

[Lively for a ghost? Like a doppleganger of a Whitebeard division commander? No wait. No one else would fake that stupid hair. Smoker even saw how many members of the fourth division shaped their hair like that! Weirdo topiary heads.]

[Wait, retort.]

[He so has one on the tip of his tongue.]

[So... totally...]

Is that how you got yours?

[WHATEVER. It'll do.]

A

[thatched]

You seem to be having fun there, kittycat. [that has to be his pirate name. There was no way this kid didn't have some half baked cat pun somewhere]

Be careful you don't set it off. [have a seven foot pirate standing over you, hands in his pockets and watching bemused]

[scryinghope]

Descry smiled at him, an understated, lopsided smile filled with resignation. "Is that a question, or are you actually a detective?" He reached out to straighten Skulduggery's lapel. "It's not the last thing you remember, if the cut of your dress is anything to go by. How long has it been and what have I missed? Besides Ghastly's new suits?"

They weren't the only ones who'd appeared out of nowhere. From the mental whispers of the island's inhabitants, there had been a lot of people--and some not-exactly-people--who had been waking up in the middle of the square without any apparent origin. It wasn't all that hard to figure out that, if Skulduggery was not only wearing different clothes from what Descry remembered but a different style entirely, he was probably from another time altogether.

The thought made Descry's stomach twist, but he didn't need to articulate his question more than that. Is everyone else alive? Is Saracen okay? Did you get Serpine? Has Vile made any unwanted visits?

... Well. Except for the last. Descry chose not to clarify on that one.

:V

[nogimmicks]

[ ... Oooh, her magic senses are tingling. Time to follow this woman--Lila's a little interested. She's dressed... well, very nicely. Besides, the rose in her hair? How could she not? She's a flower lover. So have a girl dressed in blinding pink coated in flowers herself. ... She looks like a witch, broom and all. ]

Looking for something? Someone sure is a little preoccupied!

[scryinghope]

[It's about the time Descry starts getting snatches of thoughts from across a swell of ocean that he realises someone else is out there.

[By the time the shadow of his sailing boat casts over the man in his raft, Descry is almost wishing he'd left well enough alone and his temples are throbbing like a drum-beat. As much as the Dead Men like to joke that they're all insane, Descry prefers to avoid people who are actually insane. They give him a headache. People who are insane and drunk are even worse.

[Even still, his expression is fairly impassive as he leans on the edge, save for the lines around his eyes which indicate that his head is ringing. He looks up at the sky and the clouds which this man, this Captain Jack Sparrow, is seeing and yet aren't quite there.]

I'd have been more worried about the hippo, personally. She looked like she was about to suffocate.

[thatched]

[man this kid was pretty messed up. He blanked out worse than Marco and that was saying something. Thatch puffed on the cigar and regarded him thoughtfully]

That's the best you can do? Quality of the Marines has gone down hill. Might want to go back to bantering class.

[but nevermind that] Sit down, have a drink on me. Last I saw you were barely a rookie and now you look like you just got up from going ass first down a scree pile.

[nogimmicks]

[ Psshhhhhhhh, you'll get over it. ]

What, and ruin the surprise? I'm a magician! We never give away the fun before it happens, silly. Haha, did I scare you?

[thatched]

[he felt eyes watching him all the way to the fountain. Maybe even spotted one or two. So he was only mildly surprised when he saw who was there. He'd never seen her in person. (though he vaguely remembered one race where she could have had a twin sister) He knew her by wanted posters and reputation only... And she'd definitely outgrown the wanted posters. Hot damn.

But there was no reason for her to know what he knew, so he smiled at her as he came within a reasonable distance, tucking his hands in his pockets]

Afternoon, Miss. I was wondering if you could give me directions.

[he'd figure out where he wanted to go later]

[nogimmicks]

I won't.

[ Let's see... she's close enough that she can do this, right? Once she catches up to them, she'll conjure some walls to separate three from the rest. From up here, well, it's pretty simple. Conjure some more walls, and you've got a box, right? They're pretty feisty, though. But now that they're not running away, she'll begin to shrink them until they're miniature-sized, and the walls will turn into a neat little clear box. Two girls and a boy. She think she's done pretty well. So she'll just pick up the box and bring it back, sitting on the edge of her broom. ]

You know, they're pretty cute!

[ Maybe she'll keep one as a pet for Onee-sama. And then. Then she'll welcome her back? Right...? ]

[thatched]

[he always had been a sucker for the dark and mysterious--and there wasn't much more mysterious than this lady. For lady she was, whatever else she was besides. Still, even a pirate could try his luck and so he approaches her]

This seat taken, sweet lady?

[scryinghope]

Will I do?

[There's a man sitting on the fountain's broken-down wall, and he's currently writing in a journal with a fountain pen. Descry has been sitting there long enough to gather the information from her sleeping thoughts that Twilight Sparkle is, indeed, a pony. A sorcerer pony who can talk, is pen-pals with a pony queen, and has a great love for books.

[If he didn't know that Rover was dead, he might think this was one of the Elemental's far-too-elaborate pranks. As it is, while the context of Twilight's thoughts is occasionally disconcerting whenever he stops to actively focus on it, she thinks in much the same way as a human does. As long as he's content to just listen passively to her unguarded surface thoughts--and he is--it's not too hard to ignore everything else.

[He looks up to give her a smile, the sort of smile which crinkles his eyes more than anything else.]

How are you feeling?

[As if he doesn't already know.]

Thatch| One Piece

[thatched]

Option A: [If Thatch is committing any crime, it would be loitering conspicuously outside of a weapons shop, even more conspicuously eyeing the blades. But he doesn't mean anything by it. It's just the fact that he's a seven foot tall pirate which lends itself to the idea he might be up to something. Probably. As he spots you coming by, he'll smirk lightly]

You up for a proposition or two?


Option B:

[Damn. Not two days out and he was in a dinky rowboat on a wide sea. Anyone wanting to lend a hand is fine by him. He's running out of pomade]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell is looking for just a shop as she walks, engrossed in her shopping list. Because she likes her crew, they deserve the best! Axes, cutlasses, sabers, rapiers, daggers...just how much can she carry--

OH A HANDSOME MAN!]

Please, and thank you~!