it's time once again for a...test drive meme!

[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

[notevenfate]

(A: Hurting/Medical Assistance Needed.)

[Her lip was busted, an open gash had been hastily wrapped around her upper arm. There'd probably be another scar there before long. A low and bitter but short laugh passed between Fang's lips shaking her frame, causing her to feel the necklaces bounce against her tanned skin. Well, wasn't this just fitting. Get out of one mess and into another. Honestly, it hurt to breath, her ribs were probably cracked but thankfully, for the most part, she'd managed to keep these damn wings out of it. Perhaps she'd gotten lucky on for that much at least. Regardless of Lady Luck being on her side or not, Fang was hurting and quite frankly was in almost desperate need of help even if she was determined to stagger her way back to a safe place. With lance strapped to her back, careful of these fal'Cie be dammed wings, bloodied and torn sari she carried on. A dribble of blood trailed down over her chin from the split lip and each step forward felt like a hundred mile march, one her body protested and strained against, muscles longing to give up and collapse beneath her. It didn't matter though, it wouldn't matter, she wouldn't allow it to.

She couldn't do that to her family after all.]


(B: Open Mic Night/Push Her Up There.)

The 'ell is this? [Eyes narrowed, examining the scene laid out before her. There was a stage set up with all sorts of Gizmos and people prancing about it. Sure, they'd had celebrations back in Oerba, but none tended to seem as elaborate or... Well, from her assessment, regular looking as this mess did. With a glance being given over the situation again, it was a split second before a microphone was nearly shoved into one of her hands and someone was attempting to urge Fang on stage. A low grumble emerged from her throat and Fang locked her stance steady. No one was budging her until she damn well knew what the hell all of this was about.]

B

[castbytheglyph]

Huh? What's wrong, coming down with stage fright or somethin'?

[Pascal is also there with a mic in her hands, looking excitedly up at the stage. Honestly, she is perhaps the worst singer to have ever graced a stage in Luceti, but who really cares how bad you are? You're meant to do this sort of thing for fun!]

Come ooon, just think of all those cheering, happy faces while you're up there!

[Do you need dragging up there, Fang? Pushing? Pascal might give you a nudge if you really need it!]

Ahaha

[notevenfate]

[Eyes narrow at the overly energetic looking girl and Fang can't help the mild look of displeasure slipping into her features at this moment. Fear was not something she knew much about. Clearly, this girl wasn't familiar with Gran Pulse.]

Not a bit. [A brief nod of her head would be given towards the stage however.]

What's all this? [The cheering, happy faces are not what she really cares about right now.]

I'm so sorry |D

[castbytheglyph]

So there's no problem then, great! [Less talking, more atrocious singing.

By the time Fang asks her question, Pascal is already heading up on stage. She ends up coming back to retrieve Fang though, no point in going up and rocking the stage alone when there are meant to be two people up there.]

Huh? This is a stage and this whole place is a nightclub. Ephinea never had something like this, it's pretty cool! You just go up there, sing your heart out and have a blast!

[Now come on, times a' wastin'! Pascal will try taking Fang's hand to lead her up to the stage. She's trying her best to be as friendly and helpful as she can!]

Nah, don't be! xD

[notevenfate]

[Wait. What...? What is going on here? A glance around doesn't make it look like the place is a threat and it doesn't ring of waking up and not... Well, let's not think about that right now. So, when the information is given over about this being a nightclub one slender eyebrow raises slightly before a hand reaches up to scratch at the back of her head.]

Can't say I'm all that familiar. [.... Sing??? That's going to earn another slight frown.]

Now, I'm not so sure about that. [It's not that she's scared mind you, it's just that, this isn't exactly what Fang would normally consider a good time per se.]

o7!

[castbytheglyph]

Me neither! This is my first time here buuut I haven't been here all that long. [When she first heard of a club where you could go just to dance, sing and have fun though she knew she was going to end up going at some point.

No time for not being sure Fang, you're getting dragged up on stage by one very excitable Pascal.]

You don't need to be sure about it, just do your own thing and soon you'll be having fun in no time! Probably.

[notevenfate]

Ya first time? [Now that's going to earn another mildly confused narrowing of eyes.]

Shouldn't ya wait it out a minute? See what all the fuss is about, yea? [This was just getting curiouser and curiouser.]

Wouldn't be so sure about that. [The words were kept slightly low as Fang eyed the stage wearily but allowed herself to begin moving up onto it with the other's insistence.]

I'm not really much of a singer. [Though at this point, it was probably a bit late for that.]

hellooooooooooooo and sorry for being late! A!

[happierdays]

[ It'd been hours since they'd seen her, and Vanille had not only grown restless but hadn't been able to sit still. Something was very obviously wrong if Fang wasn't back from her trip out into the woods. She'd never stay gone too long, and especially not when it was getting on in the day. Without someone to watch her back, she knew not to stray too far from safety. Vanille knew she knew these things, and it was what made the worry that much more pressing and, even worse, what made her begin to beat herself up over letting Fang go out alone. She should've known better, and should've known that they should stick together to look out for one another.

Panting, it's starting to get dark when Vanille slows to a stop and spots the figure far ahead of her, slumped and shambling forward in what absolutely has to be pain. As if any of her fatigue had drained from her body, she picks back up, running at full speed, shouting out for the figure still far enough away to be not much else but a blur and a shadow. ]

Fang..!

Howdy there! No worries~

[notevenfate]

[The mantra about her final destination not being much further ahead carried on in her mind. While Fang had an urge to look up, to see just how far she'd made it, that seemed like a counter productive move in her current state. It was easy to feel cornered, desperate in a moment like this and that was the last thing anyone needed from her in this instance. The hand of her uninjured arm raised, the back of it attempting to wipe blood away and really only succeeding in smearing across her hand. Blood dripping was always an annoying feeling. While in many ways it felt a lot like water, it wasn't the same, there were differences in the consistency of the substance. One being that blood was far more sticky and harder to get out of fabrics. Though, it was better when it was some beasts blood, easier to cope with then.

Each step vibrated up through her body, shaking the cracked ribs which caused her features to twitch with pain at every movement. It was hard to listen for possible threats, things moving in the woods around her, but she tried anyway. Focusing on other things would help much more than simply allowing the pain ripple through every part of he-

And that was when she heard her name. The voice and call familiar. Swallowing hard, and blinking a few times to clear the haze that was setting in around her vision, Fang stopped the slow march, head raising to look up, trying to find who she thought had just called her.]

Vanille...?

[happierdays]

[ It wasn't just a phantom voice shouting her name— when Fang glanced up, Vanille had grown close enough to see the look on her face, only making her pace that much more frenzied. She'd hardly ever seen her looking so weak and drained, and when she had, it'd taken the healers days to get her patched up almost good as new, and even then it'd been bed-rest for at least a week until she was fully healed and ready to take on the wilderness of Gran Pulse again. Luckily, they had something stronger than bandages or healing potions and salves at their disposal, even at only half-power as their arrival in Luceti left them. Before she was even close enough to touch her, she was already readying and launching several healing spells; it would be enough to take care of some of her wounds, but Vanille could tell it ran much deeper than a few cuts and scrapes.

Her feet finally slowed beneath her once she was within arms reach, taking care not to run into Fang and worsen her injuries. She had a few more moments to wait before she could try another spell— she didn't care how many it took, she'd exhaust herself before she'd Fang go unattended to.

Panting between words, her hands grip at the other woman's sari, only to find her fingers come away stained red. ] What happened to you?

[notevenfate]

[It was a welcome relief to see a familiar face and caused a faint but tired smile to pull at her lips. The trek undoubtedly wouldn't be as hard now and it was one of few things she'd found herself thankful for today. Clearly, Lady Luck was at least somewhat on her side. A low throaty noise emerged from behind closed lips at the feeling of curative magics hitting her. Each spell left a lingering warm and tingling sensation as bruising faded, muscles began to stitch themselves back together from where they'd been slashed open. Of course, the spells that had been launched wouldn't be even close to enough right now. Once Vanille was in reach Fang stopped her forward movement, and especially after gripping at the sari, Fang reached up, a hand moving to stroke at the back of Vanille's hair gently before coming to rest on one of the other woman's shoulders. A squeeze of the shoulder beneath her hand was given in attempts to assure the other. However, the action came off as terribly weak, a faint tensing of fingers attempting to grasp at Vanille's shoulder more than an actual squeeze of assurance.]

Run in with somethin' out 'ere. [Lips twitched, forcing that faint smile back up even though speaking still hurt. At least it hurt less than it did earlier.]

Don't worry though, you should see the otha' guy. [And another smile would be pushed onto her lips, it was the least she could do to ease Vanille's concern.]