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Test Drive for September 2013 Apps

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!

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[ She startles, and her hands twitch for a kunai.

But it doesn't seem like he's about to attack her, so she ends up not pulling out the knife, even if she's ready to at any sign of threat. ]

....what?

[ She's not used to being called an angel, ot to be presented flowers, or being flirted with. ]

Haha I'm trying! I have to find my friends first, though. [since, unless he knew where they were, how could he get a boat? He takes that hand]

I'm Luffy. Nice to meet you. Wanna go eat now? [since he was pretty much starving]

The Free Joker is a crimson battleship that I remodeled a little, fairly big in size, very much different from anything you will find in these waters. She is fairly streamlined and has two bigger tails. [As he talks, he's working on that meal. ]

Oh. Well I guess I'll get there eventually, then, but I don't wanna stay forever. That'd be boring. Maybe just long enough to see the cool stuff.

[he absently watches a small herd of blue butterflies flitter across the clearing]

Why can't you stay dead?

Eh? You're not going to help us look? [that's no fun at all] But if you found them you could make a wish like more weights or to not get lost all the time!

"True," Skulduggery nodded. "And hallucinations are always a distinct possibility. There's one flaw in your theory, however, and that's me. I'm impossible to hallucinate. I cannot be recreated as a simple figment of anyone's imagination."

He slid easily past the comment about magical pony unicorns with only an invisible Look at Descry. He wouldn't put it past the mind-reader to be exaggerating for effect.

"Of course," he mused after only a second or two of silence, "my imagination is easily brilliant enough to handle the complexity. I could be hallucinating all of this. Better yet, I could be dreaming."

"Well now, I wouldn't say that."

There's a little swing of the cane, then Akabayashi taps it against the ground, tilts his head. "If I were to see the face of whoever or whatever brought us here... a few words might get said."

He shrugs his shoulders. "No point in spewing them at anyone else in the meantime, is there?"

[Akabayashi laughs lightly, then taps a finger against his chest.]

The name is Akabayashi, and indeed I am in charge of this ship. Oi-chan is... just a holdover from my home, that's all. A memory.

[He waves his hand.]

Perhaps back to the main isle so that Miss - ah perhaps you might give me your name? - can restock would be best.

"You're impossible to hallucinate?" Descry lifted an eyebrow at him. "You're aware you're talking to a man with countless people in his head, including the one who knows you best of all?" That's what it amounted to, over time. It was necessary to Descry's sanity to compartmentalise the thoughts of each person into some kind of mental box.

"I think you're underestimating me again, Skulduggery," he said. "I think I should be insulted. I also think you've spent too long without someone around to burst your swelled head." He reached out and prodded the side of Skulduggery's skull, far less exuberantly than Rover ever would have and yet in an echo of his mannerism.

"See? I can practically touch it from a foot away. We'll have to work on that." He dropped his hand, and didn't stop walking.

[That ship is a catamaran. A catamaran listing to one side, because one of its hulls--the one named 'Larrikin'--is listing and looks patched-up. The other, Deuce, has a long scratch in the paint. There's a sign on it; it says 'will trade repair supplies for party tricks'. There's a party-hat nailed to the top of the sign.

[The strange thing is that there was someone up there a moment ago. And there still is, except that the closer the catamaran had gotten, the more the redhead had paled until he was leaning on the ship's rail, breathing in the sort of rhythmic cadence someone used to meditate and mumbling something to himself. Something that sounded a lot like a prayer.]

[He'd known the informant was good with a knife and with his mind, but watching him so calmly deal with this situation is interesting anyway. Akabayashi leans on his cane a little, a habit rather than a need, and watches the sharp knife slice through the thick skin of the creature he'd killed by blunt force alone.]

Could be.

[He gives a soft little laugh.]

Could be some old fool went out in a boat alone and sank it, too.

[The Doctor quirks his head to one side, eyeing the sign and the man dubiously. Praying pirates, party hats? Well this was shaping up to be one really weird sort of conversation, wasn't it?]

Ah...ahem. Hallo there.

[The Doctor turns to face the boy in the barrel, a rather odd look on his face. This bit of ocean sure was crowded and that made him a little annoyed...and did that boy just...]

My name isn't "brown guy" it's the Doctor thank you very much. And I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't have any 'dials' unless you mean a phone, in which case I have one, but it doesn't work.

[There were some things Descry had learned to take in stride. There were even more things he had learned to take in stride due to being here. He'd thought his depth of knowledge just about as complete as it could get without actually going insane. Then he'd met a unicorn and he'd discovered otherwise.

[The man on the boat was not, obviously, a unicorn. He also wasn't human. He looked remarkably human, but his internal physiology very much ... wasn't. Descry didn't exactly need to reach to know that; it was that unaware thought, that state of present being which most people didn't consider thought, which alerted him. The unguarded one no one saw fit to hide.

[The part that was making Descry feel like he was listening to an avalanche from two feet away, without the benefit of ear-coverings, was everything else. It was the present knowledge of self, a self that included years which spun and turned and overlapped. Descry could handle age. It was the way the surface of this being's mind spiralled. It was the way it held him at a distance, like oil repelling water, in a way Descry had never experienced before but which made his temples throb. He couldn't actually read anything, but the idea of trying to dive into that whirlpool made his hands clammy.

[The being's voice--the Doctor, supplied some collective gathering of unidentifiable thoughts--took a moment to filter in. After a moment Descry lifted his head and smiled weakly.]

Seasick. Sorry. Do you need help?

And what is that supposed to mean? [ He'll have you know, he's very dedicated to his job. If wasn't already supposedly married to his childhood friend he might even marry it. But instead he'll have to settle for frequent affairs. ]

[Welp, Pierce had more than enough reason to be so scared of everything around him. At least there is no Boris here, right Pierce?

Right you delicious looking little mouthful?

Boris was hiding in the trees around the cave, watching ever so intently at poor little Pierce. On one hand, Boris was happy to see someone else here in this world.... On the other hand.... Just seeing Pierce standing there....

Whimpering.... Squeaking.....

Sorry Pierce, it just has been so long since he last chased after you with a fork and knife in hand now, he jumps down from the tree and just goes to stalk after the little mouse. Perhaps, today will be the day that he will finally catch that little mouthful.]

[yeah but...] How are you making the boat go without one? [he rests his chin on the lip of the barrel and squints into the water, trying to make it out] Cola?

[So cute. That flustered look is so cute. But then those words causes him to tilt his head.]

No, it isn't. There is only 12 role-holders and I just happened to be chosen for the most badass one of all!

[Ooookay then...that definitely garners a look. It wasn't particularly difficult to tell when someone was poking 'round where they shouldn't, and inside the mind of this traveler is certainly one of those places. The faint scritch-scratching of another mind in his, and the general body language were a definite sign he'd felt and seen before. He puts one sneaker up on the rail of his boat, leans forward a bit and smiles casually. There's no malice in it, if anything it's an understanding, easygoing expression, but the Time Lord's face is definitely amused.]

No, no I'm quite alright. But you...you look a little green around the gills, as they say. Are you finished nosing around, because I can tell you from loads of personal experience that my head isn't always the nicest place to go exploring.

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[The Time Lord looks down at the motor, then back at the boy, then back at the motor...then frowns and looks back at the boy.]

It's a motor. Not a phone...and certainly not a brown fizzy drink. How...how would that even work?

I think the ship farts or something. [he'd have to ask Franky about that]

Do you have any more of those moterfons?

[Where Descry was from, mind-reading the way he did it was considered a myth. Where Descry was from, sorcerers were too arrogant, too secular, to ever accept the possibility of someone who had access to their every thought. Where Descry was from, his life depended on no one knowing what he could do. Or at least it had, until he'd been killed for that very reason.

[Which is why the Doctor's words make all the blood drain out of Descry's face. Because the Doctor knows somehow, he knows, and his thoughts spin too fast and in too many directions for Descry to dare trying to read him at all. Even still, when the redhead answers his voice is steady.]

Believe me, if I had the choice I wouldn't be 'nosing' around at all. Unfortunately, I don't.

[A beat, almost as if Descry is finished, and then he asks almost plaintively:]

I don't suppose you could try to not think so fast?

Um. What?

[Did you just say...no, you know what? He's not going to even ask further because this is just incredibly bizarre.]

No, unfortunately. If you're stuck I can tow your boat with mine though. Shouldn't be too much trouble to pull you with me to the nearest island, but I've only got the one motor.

[Emphasizing the word, of course. Because you're saying it wrong and ARGH!!! He can't just leave you here because you're weird but he certainly doesn't have to be nice about bad pronunciation.]

[it's really just a barrel but that's only details]

Really?! Thanks, old guy! That'll help a lot! I really thought I was going to die out here.

[Stowaways are the last thing on his mind and it's not his business on who jumps onto whichever ships they please.]

I don't suppose you could do any better.

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hope you don't mind a mind-reader!

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I don't. But...don't expect to get a whole lot out of the Doctor, he's good about mental blocks

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no worries, i'm angling more for owies than knowledge anyways! mental blocks are new to him

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ASDB;JBSFJJV F PIERRRRRRCE!!!!!! /coughs and also B

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Very nice description for the Doctor's mental state.

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cheers!

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