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[*] test drive meme

the road's got me hypnotized

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.

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[Terry's spent a month in Luceti. Well, sort of. It was a strange new place and the Old Man would have warned him not to be so stupid as to let "Terry McGinnis" and "Batman" arrive at the same time. Two people from Gotham at the same time? Not the smartest move to make.

He'd never been on the job for so long consecutively. Nor had the job ever been so mind numbingly dull. So he was super relieved that he was finaly walking around as a civilian. He'd been doing this for a week now, meeting people as he went, being rather relaxed for a New Feather, but pretending to be surprised as he needed to.

Today his activities include gaming at the rec center, ordering pizza at seventh heaven, perusing the item shop for stuff from home, or just sitting on a bench out in the plaza and soaking up the freedom of hanging out outside and not being in his bat suit.]

[ Lena's wings are still so unfamiliar to her that she completely forgets they're even on her back from time to time. Which is what happened to lead her to the injury which finds her in a great deal of pain, tears in her eyes, right arm reaching back over her left shoulder and clinging to it desperately as if it will make a difference.

She was running and smacked into a tree, and her left wing took all the impact. She tried placing several different Casts on it, but nothing would heal it the right way. She finds herself desperately wishing Ryan were here, or Ethan, because Ethan would know what to do. But neither of them are here, and she's finding her way to someone who can help her as quickly as she can.

She's managed to place a Cast that helps dull the pain, but her magic is so watered down here that it makes little difference. The sky still opens up and starts to rain with her moods sometimes, in small areas, but the torrential downpours don't happen anymore. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like feeling this weak, either.

The wing that is injured is her gold wing. The green one is still in fine condition, but it doesn't matter, because the pain won't stop. She's pretty sure it's broken, and she stumbles toward a building - any building - to find someone who can help. ]

I:

[It's quite the bonfire she's got going, the flames orange and red against the black and blue of the night sky. There's no stake at the center, no witch lashed to it as she burned to death. Still, there's something comforting about a nice, large, but controlled fire.

Gretel sits on the ground near it, a pint of honeyed ale taken from Good Spirits beside her. She's actually in a fairly good mood, despite the visible breath rising from her in the crisp spring air.]

II:

[Gretel doesn't trust the forest. She never goes in after dark, and she tries very, very hard to be out before sunset. Still, she's also made up her mind to do her best to explore every inch of it. To root out any witch's lair. Any strange cottage or gingerbread house.

First sign of a candy house? She's burning it to the ground.

She moves along, her footsteps light. No twigs break under her, and any rustling she makes is very, very faint. Whether it's boars or witches, she is a hunter in her own right.]

III:

[Gretel refuses to alter her jacket. The leather -- beaten as it is -- is too much of protection for her to cut it for the sake of letting those wings show. Besides, they're vulnerable. She's done harm enough to them herself. Better to have them under the thick material than be exposed. Even if some would tell her she has nothing to fear walking the village by day.

She has no purpose, not this time. Instead, it is pure wandering, staring in awe at all the sights she has yet to get used to. The strange creatures and signs of magic she doesn't want to tolerate. They all pretend it's so normal and so nice. Her? She's not letting her guard down.

Any of these things could still attack.]

[Oak wasn’t sure if this would work, but something had to be done. He honestly couldn’t stand seeing his Pokemon in such a depressed state anymore. Maybe some time in the Battle Dome would give them some temporary relief by giving them an illusion of what was before their arrival in Luceti.

A few buttons were pressed before the scenery began to change before them. Trees, small houses, and tall grass are now surrounding them, replacing the steel bolted walls of the Battle Dome. Oak can recognize a few buildings that were near him – his lab, Red’s home… he can even see Viridian Forest in the distance. No longer are they within the bounds of Luceti, but in an all too familiar place they would much rather be.

Pallet Town.

Of course it’s not real, but there isn’t much else he could do at this point. After all, words of comfort can only go so far. Hopefully this would ease their pain a little, since a stimulation of their home town is better than nothing at all. Though the professor can’t help but wonder if they will overcome their homesickness. Only time will tell. But until then, he’s going to stand by and watch his Pokemon live a dream.]

[Aang never really uses the Battle Dome for combat scenarios. Instead, like Oak for his Pokemon, he likes to make nice and peaceful places that remind him of home. But working the controls can be complicated, especially for a teen monk from a world that doesn't have anything near this technology. Sometimes, he instead settles for peering at the other rooms. Sure, most are battle scenarios he has to turn away from, but sometimes he finds someone else with a more peaceful scene that he can just stand and admire.

This is of course one such scene. He stands at the observation deck, transfixed by the tranquil scenery. It would be rude to walk in on someone else's scenario, so he just stares in admiration, smiling as he notices the creatures frolicking within. Perhaps they're creatures he recognizes, having been getting to know Pokemon over the past few months, especially after his granddaughter from the future wound up with her own Swellow and a Pokedex.

He'll stand there quietly until he's noticed, ready to greet whoever set up the simulation.]

[Oak was observing his Pokemon, looking for any signs of changes in their mood or behavior. And so far, things are looking pretty good; Spearow is flying about from one end of the stimulation to another, simply letting its wings take it to whatever it wanted to go. Stantler was following the Beak Pokemon, galloping like a Rapidash as she makes sounds to show her contentment. But the Kangaskhan doesn't look too happy, not like the other two. She's instead staring angrily while keeping her little one tightly in her pouch.

The Professor noticed and quickly turned to the direction Kanga was staring, only to see a young teen standing nearby. Had he been watching them the entire time? Could he be the reason why Kanga is so seemingly upset?]

You there. Have you been watching us?

[Luceti takes time to get used to. Fortunately, Xavin is more the adaptable, and this is not the first new place she's had to learn to live in. At least she has allies, or friends she supposes she should call them. It's more human to use words like that to describe the relationship after all.

(i)The power loss however, is something she's not willing to accept. And so it's easy to come across Xavin by the river, moving through her Super Skrull training to see if she can get further today. For those unfamiliar it's a peculiar sight, a young girl frowning in concentration as she wills her hands to turn to flames, to rock, then to will them to stretch as far as she can, and then to turn invisible. And the frown never disappears. She won't be happy till she's back at her original strength, however long that might take. After all she's been training half her life, this is nothing new.

(ii)Later though she takes a break and sits by the water, dipping her feet in. The boots of her usual getup have been shed and now she seems more completive, wistful and sad as she stares down at a toy compass in her hands. It's cheap plastic, the sort of thing found in a cereal box, but it's clearly something of importance to her from the way she handles it.]

(ooc: The power set of a Super Skrull is essentially the powers of the Fantastic Four combined)

[Anyone from Gotham is suspect. It's the city that just won't leave anyone alone. It drags the dregs and the dark things and occasionally cool homeys like Jason.

But presently, all those things are irrelevant because pizza. Pizza is a thing Robin appreciates. It's also a thing he's having delivered to a Seventh Heaven window because like hell is he going to just settle down inside. He'll be eyeballing Terry through the glass though. What'chu gonna do, New Feather? Where's your costume and psychosis?]

[Something did seem to be bothering that big Pokemon that looked like a rabbaroo. But Aang hadn't considered his presence could be that intrusive. He shrinks back slightly as the Professor approaches.]

Uh... yeah. Sorry! It just looked so peaceful, I couldn't help but watch.

[Ororo happens upon Xavin while on her way back from a detour during her morning flight. She watches passively from afar for a few moments, taking note of her powers and then, later, sympathizing with the girl's frustrations.]

... You're very dedicated.

[ and if the girl is very very unlucky, that building might just be the most useless building to step into when your wing's hurting. or maybe the most useful, depending on your pov. either way -- buffy glances up from her work behind the bar at good spirits and... ]

Jeez -- [ she rounds the edge of the counter, concerned. the stranger looks bedraggled. more importantly, the stranger looks new. ] H-hey. Get in here. Grab a seat.

[Fearow and Stantler made their way towards Kanga before turning their attention to Oak as he stood in front of the young Avatar, giving him a closer look to see if he's of any threat to his Pokemon. He doesn't appear to be so, just a harmless young man who only wanted to watch due to the peaceful nature of the stimulation. Perhaps the sight of a new person have made Kanga a little nervous, being she and her little one are in a whole new world and not Kanto. And since her owner tends to get kidnapped from time to time(only twice, but still), one can't help but feel a little wary towards others who might do harm.]

I see. What's your name, young man?

[Billy's just out for a stroll, passing by on the bridge above, when he notices her hanging out by the bank. He stops by the edge and peers over, leaning on the railing. It actually takes him a moment or so to recognize her since she'd been male the vast majority of the time he'd met her back home, but it's no more than a doubletake.]

Hey, Xavin. What've you got there?

[Working with the Robins? Possibly the most bizarre thing he'd done as the Batman. At least the older Robin made it clear he wasn't a sidekick. That made it easier. The younger one? Well, Terry didn't want a sidekick. Jason probably didn't want to take orders from some stranger. It was weird. It was one of the reasons Terry was relieved to be going civilian today. An escape from the twisted Batfamily he'd managed to always just stay on the fringe of.

This would be so much easier of big Robin would ditch the costume so they could just hang out without blowing his cover. Either way, he was doing his best to try and ignore Robin. Which wasn't exactly easy, really. At one point, he shot Robin a "Leave me alone" death glare before going back to staring at ceiling fixtures.]

[The Professor couldn't sleep tonight. It was one of those restless nights when your mind runs a mile a minute, keeping you up until it takes a break or you pass out from exhaustion. Not that it bothers Oak too much, since he pulls out an all-nighter from time to time to finish his research. But instead of staying up to continue what he started this time around, he decided to go outside to take a breather, hoping that the night air will be enough to calm his nerves so he can have a peaceful sleep.

While looking upward at the imitation stars, he began to smell something burning nearby. His eyes soon darted to the left and right, seeing if there's a possible house fire going on. Fortunately, that wasn't the case as he instead sees a bonfire with someone sitting next to it, someone he haven't seen before. Could she be a New Feather like him?

Since Oak is not yet tired, he decided to head over to the bonfire and talk to the woman who likely started it.]

That's quite the bonfire you have there.

[Despite all that the Battle Dome can do, sometimes it's nice to be outside for real and he's training more to relax today than for any particular need. There are plenty of targets set up, swinging from branches in the breeze, many with arrows already sticking out of them.

So he's been there a while. Sue him for needing a break from Luceti's crazy.

It's a small rustle perhaps, but he's been on enough missions with Tasha to be able to pick up on them. He has an arrow nocked and aimed before he even sees who it is.]

[Somewhere out in the village plaza, right in front of the door to the item shop lies a big, orange dragon takin' a snooze.

He probably doesn't even realize where he is. Or if he does, he probably doesn't care. Still, talk about inconvenient, right?

You might wanna do something about that, folks.]

Prompt o2.

Rrrroooarrrgh!

[Those stupid, tiny wings! He'd tried scratching at 'em, but they wouldn't go away. Scratching to no avail and now one of them appears to be bleeding.

And Charizard, being the prideful Pokémon that he is, is too stubborn to ask for help. Even if, right now, he could sure use that moron of a trainer of his. Or a potion.

Huff. He'll just... stomp around, occasionally casting glances at the item shop.]

[ooc: Early anime. I am so terribly rusty.]

[Gretel looks up at the sound of a voice, and she smiles. It's easy to look calm, even at night, near a large fire and surrounded by residences. Even if she distrusts most of the inhabitants here.

It sends a message.

She knows not to say that. Not with all the magic-sympathizers here.]

I thought it was a good night for one.

[Of course he wasn't a sidekick! Not with the enormous Bat-shaped chip on his shoulder. But at least the Batman-to-be wasn't completely incompotent. And he wasn't some inhuman old man, so points there too. But that's entirely irrelevant right now because NEW GOTHAMITE. There are a handful of signs and mannerisms that will most likely mark him as That Batman soon enough, but for now there's pizza. Who cares what else is happening when the stomach is demanding other things?

Except what the hell - why are you death glaring, stranger? Does the costume distract you? Are you one of Melanie's hoodlum future friends?

He'll return the glare ~~even though his mask really shouldn't be that expressive by any stretch of physics.~~]

[The only thing Gretel sees is the bow and the tip of an arrow. That's all her mind needs to process to reply.

Her crossbow -- well, not hers, but one that works as a meager substitution -- is aimed in a blink, her index finger on the trigger. She won't open fire indiscriminately, but threat will be met with threat.

The face-off lets her see the rest: a man, targets. She's probably not in danger. But she won't relax yet.]

Hello.

[Not rude, not friendly. The tone is exceptionally neutral.]

[He smiled back before taking a seat on the grassy ground, resting his back against a tree for added support. It's not too much comfortable sitting in this position, but it'll have to do for the time being.]

It is. Though what's a bonfire without marshmallows to roast?

[That's what kids usually do when sitting around a campfire, right? Eating marshmallows, telling ghost stories, and who knows what else. Not to say that he wants to do the latter, but he does seem a little interested in having a late night snack]

[The flickering and flashing helps hiide Gretel's grimace. He means it well, most likely. But the words set her just a little on edge.]

Sorry. I don't eat sweets.

[Light and easy. Like it's a little thing, unimportant.]

[He tries to give his most innocent smile and a meek wave.]

I'm Aang! What's your name?

[Oak didn't notice her current expression, but he did continued on with their conversation beginning with a light-hearted chuckle.]

There's no need to apologize. If you prefer to not eat sweets, then I will respect that.

[He smiled in return before introducing himself]

Professor Samuel Oak. A pleasure to meet you, Aang.

I apologize if one of my Pokemon had scared you. Because we are no longer in the Kanto region and in an unfamiliar location such as Luceti, they feel the need to protect their Trainers and their young from any possible threat, more so than they would back home.

[Because Pallet Town is a pretty safe place, free from pollution and filled with the most empathetic citizens. One can't really say the same about Luceti]

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the road's got me hypnotized

Terry McGinnis | Batman Beyond

lena duchannes ♥ the caster chronicles.

Gretel | Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters

Professor Oak | Pokemon Adventures/Special

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Xavin | Runaways | (Marvel) (i)training or (ii) relaxing

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Charizard | Pokémon

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