Test Drive for September 2013 Apps

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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

Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji

[intostitches]

[b]

[ Though this man is clearly all alone and in need of assistance, he doesn't seem the least bit worried about his predicament. Reclined in his tiny rowboat, his legs are propped up onto the side, one crossed over the other with foot a'bobbin'. He sings to himself whilst watching your ship approach, nibbling on biscuits from a jar propped up against his side.

Once you're finally within earshot, he'll raise one eerily pale hand (how he's managed not to color - at least redden - is beyond you) to twiddle his long, black-painted nails in your crew's general direction. ]

Yo-hooo. H e h . Mind giving a poor fellow a lift?


[d]

[ You've been warned to stay away from the south end of the hull, if you had a delicate stomach, but you juuust didn't listen.

The first you'll notice is the terrible smell of death - chemicals overpowering your senses, to thankfully stale the open body on the table that your familiar crew-mate is currently hands-deep in. You might retch and avert your eyes, but they'll only be met by the rows of preserved organs that line the shelves of open cabinets.

Undertaker noticed you a while ago, but now that he's properly removed the large intestine that he was harvesting, he allows it to splat-ter onto the tray he's so carefully placed beside his former guest, and finally, greets you!

By raising the corpse's pasty and cold hand by the wrist to give you a friendly wave, of course! ]

Aaaaaah, hello, hel-lo~. If I'd known that I was having a visitor, I might've prepared you a seat♥!

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[redflower]

[Beast looks down at him with disdain from her ship. Normally, she's the kind of captain that wouldn't feel well leaving a castaway alone in the sea. But this guy... She has a strange feeling about him...]

Are you sure you need help? You seem to be fine on your own, sir.

[intostitches]

Ooh.

[ My, what a fiery one. It makes him ~smile~. ]

Still stranded, aaall the same. Do have pity, miss.

[redflower]

[She still doesn't smile back at him.]

You look quite content for a stranded man...

[intostitches]

I've been in far worse situations my dear~ heheh.

[ After his words drawl into that deep chuckle, he'll raise his hands to shake down his sleeves. ]

I'm unarmed-- you see? Quite harmless♥.

[redflower]

[And the way he speaks causes her to shiver, but she does her best to contain herself. She doesn't want to show fear in front of him.]

In that case, you would likely be able to find salvation on your own.

[intostitches]

[ Oh, he does enjoy it so when he can illicit such a reaction. ]

I see, I see-- is it down to ne-go-ti~ations, then?

[ Popping the remainder of his biscuit into his jar, he then caps it in order to sit himself up. Brushes the crumbs off his chest. Hum, hum. ]

You mayyy find me to be a worthy addition to your crew. I am a skilled craftsman, and an undertaker. You never know when you might need one of those around, mmm?

[redflower]

[Seriously, why does he look so relaxed if he's a castaway?]

Undertaker? And you hope to bring such a service on board of a ship?

[intostitches]

[ He lifts his arms in a shrug. ]

Should one of your ~beloved crew~ die-- would you care to toss 'em in to Davy Jones, or give them a rightfully proper ceremony? And~, as skilled as I am with hallowing out a body, I can put one back together just as well♥

D for DEFINITELY TAGGING THIS CHOICE

[redcinemareel]

[She's used to such scenes of gore, of disembowelment, and thankfully due to the lack of breathing, there isn't much to smell. That doesn't mean she's impressed.]

I see you're up to your old tricks, Undertaker. [Warning someone to stay away from a certain area is just inviting visitors. Probably what he really wanted. Her eyes glances over all the preserved organs, already knowing their names on sight alone. Thank you, Madame Red.]

it's a good choice. \o/ organsss.

[intostitches]

[ Weeellll, perhaps she's got him there. Whether it's a seasoned professional of death, or a poor wretch with no idea what he's in for, it almost always entails a laugh. And sometimes forcing someone to swab up their own emptied stomach contents. ]

Mm~, I couldn't very well cease my studies, now, could I♥?

[ This one isn't going to do very well for a Bizarre Doll, though. He hasn't quite worked back up to making those yet. ]

All the organs! /o/

[redcinemareel]

Of course not. [No one expected him to simply stop what he was doing and behave. Especially since he isn't caught. It would take a lot more manpower to take him down, but it doesn't hurt to keep your enemy close for the time being.]

How far along are your studies? [She watches from a distance as he works on a cadaver, which looks pretty fresh.]

[intostitches]

[ He chuckles, a low, short, hissing that has his shoulders quake. ]

How kiiindly supportive of you, miss. Inquiring after them so.

[ Back in, then. He's poking around for something or other in there. Probably the original reason for dragging the body in here, but no one had to know of the other ventures, now. ]

Well then, what do you remember last? You'll have to humor me, old memory and such.

[ Which is his was of asking what point in time you're from, Grell, without admitting the limits of his own knowledge. That timeline business was awfully tricky. ]

[redcinemareel]

I've not been known to be kind. You may ruin my reputation for such!

[Yes, she sees what he's doing, and it's very clever. Grell smiles.]

Isn't that my line~? [No, she isn't one to dance around a subject.]

[intostitches]

Is it?

[ For a brief moment, Undertaker pauses to look Grell's way. ]

I was under the impression that women tread into old age grace~fully.

[redcinemareel]

[R U D E.]

Do SHUT IT, you senile boar! How I tread is my own business!

[intostitches]

[ Oh, how lovely. Grell just has him shaking with the giggles! --but oh! He's quickly distracted, as he's finally found what he was looking for. He pulls out a piece of shrapnel from the poor bloke's heart with a croon of success. ]

Ah~, I knew it♥.

[ And then over the shoulder it goes. ]

Aaany-how, I'm not criticizing, miss, only observing. It's your right to do as you please, of course, of course. I support that.

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[i_like_you]

I dunno.... You look kinda useless.

[The voice is coming from a small child, looking over the edge of a surprisingly large, house-shaped ship.]

Are you any good at swabbin' poopdecks?

[intostitches]

[ Oh, a child, is it? That's a bit surprising. ]

I've swabbed a good ma~ny things, little one.

[ Literally and figuratively. Don't even ask. ]

You're not on your own, I assume . . .

[i_like_you]

Nah, I've got a crew! We're the scourge or the seven seas!

[The crew consists mainly of various creatures and critters she's picked up in the various islands she's visited. There's also a small folding chair with "RESERVED FOR CARL" written on it.]

I guess we could give you a ride to the next island, but you've got to promise to be on your best behavior!

[intostitches]

[ This is amusing and vaguely concerning. Mostly amusing. He hisses a chuckle, thumping a hand over his chest. ]

You have my word, of course.

[i_like_you]

Well in that case, WELCOME ABOARD!

[She drops a rope from the side of the ship for him.]

[intostitches]

W~on-derrrful.

[ All smiles, he'll cap his cookie car to scoop into his sleeve (where it goes from there nobody knows) so that he can properly oar his way over and begin his ascent up the side of her house-ship.

Poor thing's creep'o'meter is pretty off, but it's okay. He'll be nice to you, little one. ]

[desperate_smile]

[Soujirou is not a stranger to gore, but he would rather keep it out of plain sight if he's not working. After all, it's pretty dirty and there's no use to look at that! He smiles as he holds his sleeve, not so discreetly, against his nose]

Wow, Mr. Undertaker, you sure like desecrating the dead!

[intostitches]

[ Man, this one's no fun - so he notes, allowing the small intestine to plunk back into its cavity with a solid grin. ]

That would imply that I merely do this for fun, my boy! [ With a swoop of the arms, he'll shrug quite exaggeratedly, though. ] I do quite enjoy it, of course, but that's beside the point.