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[herotypical]

the luceti test drive meme

Reserves have just opened and apps are right around the corner. But are you still on the fence about any of your would-be characters? Well -- here is your chance to take them out for a spin!

▣ TAG IN or reply to others with characters you would like to test drive for Luceti.
▣ ONLY add top-level comments for characters who are not yet in the game. You're free to reply to others with Luceti characters (because that's half the fun) but remember that the whole point of this meme is for potential characters.
▣ PLEASE do not post duplicates of characters already in Luceti.
▣ GO AHEAD and give us a brief description of your character in the top-level comment, along with one or two possible ways to run into your test-driven character around town.
▣ YOU MAY use these threads for your first person samples on your app -- just make sure that you link threads of a goodly length (i.e., threads with at least ten comments from your character).

Need a little help getting started? Remember, you needn't post here as though your character is still brand-spankin' new. It'll probably be more fun for all involved if this isn't a simple dress rehearsal for showing up. Here are a few scenario ideas:

o1. The grocery store is out of food. What do you do?
o2. Wing injury! Call for help or stagger your way to one of our fine clinics.
o3. It's a busy evening at Good Spirits, one of Luceti's local bars. Do you dare try the drink specials?
o4. Have a talent for playing music? Try Cloud Nine's open mic night!
o5. Beach party? Snow party? Leaf-raking party? Gardening party? YOU DECIDE.

Okay. So my examples are pretty non-exciting. But they're really just suggestions. I'm POSITIVE you kids can come up with more creative things.

Above all? HAVE FUN. Oh. And don't forget to RESERVE your characters.

Comments

X-23/Laura Kinney || X-Men/Marvel

[pinocchiogirl]

i. [Laura can be found on the rooftop of the bar, silent and focused as she stares down at all the passer-by, searching for familiar faces or people of interest. Occasionally she lifts her head, hair tangling in the wind as she inhales deeply, eyes shut as she does this. This place is still unfamiliar to her, and she doesn't intend for that to stay like that.]

ii. [Or you find her around town, stopping by the item shop and sifting through things, before heading off to the library. Then it's a last stop at the battle dome where going through sets of martial arts moves, her moves steady and quick, body honed to this task]

iii. [Or you can find her up a tree, balanced easily on a branch as she thumbs through a book, a faintly sad smile on her face as the sunsets]

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[wildbluevagner]

[There's a young German teen approaching the bar who may not look familiar and is definitely trying to score himself some alcohol. But one thing that may look a lot more familiar is the way he enters: he appears with a bamfing sound outside the bar, with a cloud of smoke that smells sharply of brimstone, and he walks towards the door.]

lemme know if he should be blue and I'll fix this orz

[pinocchiogirl]

[She recognises the scent first, so familiar from their previous meetings, burned into her mind from the way he used it against her and Laura rises fluidly before taking a step off the roof, landing easily on her feet and standing straight even as her ankles heal themselves.

The face however, pauses her, Laura frowning just slightly as she studies him. It's a human face, one she knows Nightcrawler doesn't have, yet the features are of a similar structure, enough to prompt her to speak]

Nightcrawler?

don't worry you got it! I probably should have been clearer.

[wildbluevagner]

[His image inducer on his wrist is still active - holographically making him look like a "human" version of himself. Sure, he's been shown kindness so far in Luceti. Even by people who have seen his true form. But he's still been hesitant about going without the watch 24/7.

He comes to a stop when he hears the voice - the unfamiliar voice - saying his name. It could be one of several possibilities: another of the people who knew him during his previous stay at Luceti that he couldn't remember, or someone who knew the Kurt from one of those other universes which made his head hurt.
Kurt looks up to face her, with a slight smile and a bemused expression.]

Hi there! Nightcrawler... that's me, alright! I'm just a little less... crawley then you might be expecting. [After all, using the name Nightcrawler would mean familiarity with the fuzzy form. It's not exactly a name he throws around while trying to blend in with the civvies.]

It's cool! I just wanted to doublecheck

[pinocchiogirl]

[The scent is still familiar, and scent is something Laura trusts. Scent is difficult to fake or change, scent tends to give one away even if they are otherwise perfectly disguised. So that and the familiarity in his features keeps her from calling him a liar when he confirms he is him.]

You are. [Another pause so as she studies him, mind ticking over all she knows to try and work out how without finding an answer.] How?

[wildbluevagner]

[He blinks at her. She's familiar - very familiar, actually. Like someone who knocked them all out one time. But she wasn't trying to kill them now, so... maybe she's friendly? He still a bit more nervous than he thought he'd be with the mini Wolverine so close.]

It's a hologram. Covers up the way I look, you know? But you - you know me.

[pinocchiogirl]

[You'd be surprised how often she gets that. The familiar thing/ But he's right, she is holding herself back, studying him, mentally comparing this Nightcrawler to the one she recalls from her home.]

I understand holograms and their purposes. [pause.]I know a Nightcrawler. But you look too young to be him.

ii

[calmbeforethe]

[The Battle Dome is a regular visit for Ororo. She's here for her daily Danger Room sessions - sometimes with Logan, or the rest of the X-Men, or just by herself. When Laura arrives, she'll see the familiar figure of Storm in one of the chambers, but instead of being caught up in a fierce thunderstorm, she seems to be caught up in a fight against some strange enemies with wings larger than the average Lucetian, fighting strictly hand to hand.]

[pinocchiogirl]

[Storm is a familiar face to her, a welcome one even. A woman who had understood her, had understood where she had come from and just how difficult it was to leave that world behind when it kept trying to wrap it's tendrils around you and pull you back in. So Laura waits, and watches and let's Storm have her time. Patience is a thing she learnt early on, and she can wait till Storm finishes rather then interrupt.]

[calmbeforethe]

[She wouldn't have to wait long. Soon enough, Ororo takes care of the last of the simulation's enemies - one with light armor over his wings. She's managed to pin him down, his wings pressed painfully between his body and the hard ground. She has a knife in her hand too, one pressed to his neck. But she counts a few beats in her head - one, two, three - before the simulation fades away. The session was over, but it didn't quite count as a win. Not really.]

[She rises from the ground, straightening her uniform down before she heads for the exit, quiet and contemplative, not at all like she'd just been fighting a match as grueling as she had.]

[pinocchiogirl]

[Laura steps forward as the simulation ends, studying the area where the final enemy lay before she speaks]

You didn't kill him. A hesitation like that could cost you your life or more.

[Sure she understands right and wrong, but that doesn't mean she would hesitate from killing someone who deserved it, who was a clear enemy. And certainly not a simulated enemy. Her training goes beyond that.]

[calmbeforethe]

[Ororo glances up, surprised. She'd been lost in thought, she hadn't been paying much attention. But she offers her a small smile.]

... Laura, hello. I didn't see you there. [She follows Laura's gaze around the empty chamber.]

I know. Were we on the field, I might have. [And she already has. Something she does not like dwelling on.]

But this was a training exercise, and I think I could afford even as small a mercy as that.

[pinocchiogirl]

[She turns, interest in the ground gone as she watches Ororo, searching her face for social cues that she can so easily miss.]

I stood back to let you finish. [An explanation. Probably unnecessary]

I see. [She can also see how big the chance of Ororo not doing it also is. She is not a killer after all. Not like Wolverine. Not like Laura herself.]

I was taught to train as if everything was always a real battle. They often were. [Wolves and bears and repetition over and over again until she got every step correct, Dr Rice always reminding her she could never measure up to the true Weapon X] It is not as if the simulation could have felt pain.

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[heroineoftruth]

[A huge bird settles on a branch by her, watching her curiously. If she isn't noticed, that book gets a nudge --

just as a girl jogs up below and chuckles exasperatedly.]

Don't bother people, Velma!

[She's been looking for the big vulture for a while, if her tiredly cheerful state is anything to go by.]

[pinocchiogirl]

[Laura pulls back to moment she senses the creature, legs curling under her in case she needs to leep away, her balance perfect the familiar itch of her claws under her skin, ready to break out if need be it. It is not a bird she has ever seen, but there is much here she is unfamiliar with and she will not let that catch her unawares.

The voice however stops her, and Laura stares down at the other girl studying her quietly]

It belongs to you?

[heroineoftruth]

She does. [Her bird preens herself quietly; Hilda grits her teeth and bounces on her heels. Is this really going to be one of those times, is it.] She didn't scare you, did she? Velma's a big fan of doing that since she's pretty big herself.

[Having a naughty-natured vulture is suffering, folks.]

[pinocchiogirl]

She didn't. [Yet Laura still stays on her haunches and watches, sniffing the air as she does. Yep, a scent she doesn't recognise at all.] She does not look like a normal vulture. Is she a mutation?

[heroineoftruth]

She's a Pokémon! It's perfectly normal for her to look like that!

[The bird scoffs as well, leaning closer. Hilda starts to head up the tree herself, huffing.]

Mandibuzz. That's her species.

[pinocchiogirl]

A Pokémon. Of the species Mandibuzz.

[This must be one of those differing worlds things. Hilda should be glad Laura has no real interest in gaming]

You are not from Earth are you?

[snikting]

Nothing quite like the smell of intoxication, eh kid?

[Down below, Logan shoots a glance up at her. he was just heading into the bar himself, but hadn't expected to find girl-him perched on the roof.]

[pinocchiogirl]

People of interest often visit these places.

[She simply stares down for a few seconds, before stepping off the roof to go to him. Her ankles may crack, but it's nothing she hasn't felt before and it's a problem that's taken care of as soon as it happens]

[snikting]

[He crossed his arms and lowered his gaze now that she was ground level.]

People with interesting lives got the most reason to drink.

[That's one kind of logic to it, in any case. He did raise an eyebrow at her way of getting down. A tad reckless, not to mention painful.]

[pinocchiogirl]

[Her stance stays even, back straight like a soldier, arms loose at her sides, though she does glance away, watching the door]

When they drink they are also more often to share information.

[Meaning she was curious and wanted to see if she could learn any more about this place and it's people. Asking could open the floor for lies after all. And the pain was nothing, not in the scale of things]

[snikting]

Well they're more likely to spill information to you if you're inside the bar rather than on top of it.

[Though, he takes a moment to consider her. She's older than his X-23. But he hadn't quite figured out by how much.]

Only question is if yer drinking age or not.

[pinocchiogirl]

I can hear enough up there. Often many people will become intimidated by others sitting nearby and will not speak so freely, so I choose to keep my distance.

[A slight headtilt, a small glance to him. She's not sure why age matters, alcohol does not really affect her, not with the healing factor. And that's speaking as if she was the type to drink]

It depends which laws this place stands by. I am under the age in America, does Luceti follow the same laws?