Test Flight!

[lucetimods]

the luceti test flight 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 flight 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

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[urallmaggots]

[Albel supposed it was to be expected, giving his fighting style usually left him hunched over in some manner at any given time. Injuries were to be expected, it was how you learned, a fact he was intimately familiar with. That being said, having one of the infernal wings he had been cursed with damaged was in competition with becoming the most painful thing he had experienced in his life.]

[The injury hadn't been much, with only the edge of a wing getting clipped, but it was enough that he had to rely on pure adrenaline to slaughter the creature that attacked him, and left him stumbling for a tree to lean against. The pain left him disoriented, and the wing hung low, like it was just hanging off a hinge.]

[Still he was too stubborn and prideful to yell for help. Instead, he stumbled along the forest path, reaching out to use the trees to help keep balance; if he could at least get to somewhere he could be treated, then he wouldn't have to worry about the nagging he would no doubt get by the time he had stumbled into the clinac.]

Re: 2

[etherealblast]

[Far from Albel's unfortunate luck, Fayt had been having a good day. He had found a few new earth texts in the library, albeit decently old ones, and had been taking a roundabout walk through the village on his way back to the apartment, enjoying the warm summer day.

But that good mood bottoms out when his eyes catch on the sight of Albel stumbling around just beyond the treeline, the unmistakable red stain of blood obvious even in the shade of the forest.]

Albel?

[He jogs over, before quickly picking up the pace as he gets closer, his expression grim as he takes in the damage. Fayt had been been lucky to keep his pair mostly safe so far, but he remembered the warnings they'd been given upon arrival and had kept them in mind.

Albel didn't have to worry about nagging at the clinic, because he was about to get some right now as Fayt closes in on him.]

What happened?!

[urallmaggots]

[Albel had to fight against the urge to groan; no, no... why did he have to show up now? He forced himself to stand up right, leaning against a tree and trying to hide the injured wing behind him, for all the good it did him.]

[He fixed him with a bland look, as if nothing were wrong.]

Nothing much.

[etherealblast]

....Your wing is half torn off. [His tone is deadpan and his look meeting Albel's is equally as bland, if traced with concern. Yes, he saw.

At least Albel was still in shape enough to be stubborn, but if that got infected-]

You need to get that taken care of right away.

[Hadn't they told Albel....? He couldn't remember. Regardless he's walking over, determined to take a look and hopefully get him to a doctor.]

[urallmaggots]

It is not half torn off, the annoying thing merely got clipped by something that will be a maggot nest by this time tomorrow.

[In ridiculous pain or not, he still had the energy to be his usual, smug self. He shot Fayt an irritated look as he approached, not in the mood to have a worrisome wife of a man fretting over him.]

I'm fine. I don't need your help, fool.

[etherealblast]

What did you fight, a bear? [His tone is unimpressed by Albel's smugness. Call him what you will, but at least he wasn't going to go out and get his wings wrecked picking fights with local wildlife. Concern for his friends was normal.]

Most of the animals around here aren't violent enough to attack people. [He's not backing off though, no way. Albel might not want his help, but Fayt had read enough to know he'd need some sort of help sooner rather than later.]

You know that I'm not going anywhere. [He could try symbology, but who knew if symbols could even do anything, for an injury like this?] And we need to get you to the clinic before that gets any worse.

[urallmaggots]

[Albel resisted the urge to groan, rolling his eyes as he immediately tuned Fayt out. He shifted, attempting to shuffle off again as he ignored the other boy, like he was just an annoying fly buzzing around his head.]

[etherealblast]

[Too bad for Albel, but Fayt simply walks after him... and proceeds to block the man's path casually.

And any trees to grab onto are a good ways past him on either side. Good luck with that.]

[urallmaggots]

[Albel had to stumble to a stop because of Fayt jumping in front of him, to the point where he had to hide the fact he was a few seconds away from falling over by planting his hand against a tree. He narrowed his eyes, irritation obvious.]

Get out of my way, maggot.

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[aerialassault]

[No one could ever really account for the wings. Even Cliff, after spending eight months in the enclosure, had yet to find a way to truly compensate for the annoying and detrimental appendages. The best option he found so far was various methods of binding them down...but that restricted movement, and they still hurt like a bitch if you landed on them.

He needed to rework a few of his moves because of that, but the core was always recognizable for what it is. People rarely deviated too far from the norm-- it was why he narrowed his eyes attentively when he caught a glimpse of Albel at the forest's edge.

Although they weren't friends (and actually quite far from it), there were certain trials that forged a camaraderie between people regardless of their wishes. He and Albel had bloodied eachother up something horrible at least once. They had also fought a thousand year old dragon alongside eachother.

Albel had something far worse than anything the clinic would offer waiting for him in their apartment-- that was why Cliff approached.

To stop him.]

Yo.

[A simple word in greeting, take it or leave it. Cliff was playing it casual, but even he was concerned about his rival.]

[urallmaggots]

[Albel had all the luck, clearly. He gave the big, blonde idiot a bland look, wondering why the hell he was bothering. To mock him? That was the only reason he could think of at least.]

Go on. Get it all out now, fool.

[aerialassault]

[Cliff scratched the back of his head, preemptively trying to calm himself for the inevitable problems that Albel's attitude would cause.]

Heh. Please. Why would I get anything out on you now?

[A nod, off in the opposite direction.]

We're gonna get that-- [He pointed at Albel's injured wing--] Taken care of Asap. [Pronounced 'Ay-sap'. Have fun translating that one, Albel.]

[urallmaggots]

[Ay-sap...? What on...]

Can't you speak correctly like the rest of us?

[He stumbled forward a bit, his clawed hand reaching out to dig into a try and brace himself.]

Spare me your false sympathy. I'm fine.

[aerialassault]

[Speak correctly? What the hell was Albel talking about?]

Shaddup, you. This ain't about sympathy That wing of your's isn't gonna get better for another week now matter what happens, but I know a few people who can at least help a little.

[urallmaggots]

[Speak something he can understand! Translation effects only work on words that make sense.]

[Speaking of, if looks were words, the expression on Albel's face would have screamed, "Eff off," loud enough to be heard through the entire village. He dragged his claws off the tree bark, leaving pointed marks behind.]

I don't need your help.

[aerialassault]

[Cliff's expression was just as pointed, retaliating with an 'no u' in a childishly stubborn and demanding voice. Loud, Rough, and not known to Play Nice.]

Who said it was a suggestion?

[He stalked over, cracking his knuckles as he approached. It was a statement of fact.]

[urallmaggots]

[Injured or not, instincts kicked in immediately, and Albel hunched back with his sword drawn.]

Do not test me, worm! I am in no mood for entertaining you.

[crimsonblade]

[For someone who prided himself on being so quiet and skilled when he wanted to be, he sure was being loud and obnoxious as he made his way along the path.

Just as she was going to open her mouth to deride his stealth ability, she noticed the damage to his wings. Truthfully, it was amazing that he was still awake, but then again, the former leader of the Black Brigade was known for his stubbornness and pride. Swallowing any sass she might have given him for later, she stepped silently out of the trees, hands on her daggers to protect herself in case he decided to come out swinging his sword.]

You know, Albel, you could have just asked for help. I wouldn't let even you die out here like a dog.

[urallmaggots]

[Swinging out with his sword was definitely his first thought, and he was only mildly disappointed the pain made him stay his hand. Trying to move his good arm was an exercise in how well he could keep himself from wincing. Besides, he had gotten this far down the path on pure adrenaline and stubbornness; he needed to keep that in reserve if he wanted to make it back to the village.]

Hmph... if I needed help, I would ask someone else.

[Mostly a completely lie; he wouldn't ask for help period.]

[crimsonblade]

[He's far to easy to read. It only makes her shake her head as she steps forward.]

Please save your breath to call me a maggot after I heal you and give me the decency of not lying to my face.

[urallmaggots]

What part of I don't need help did you not understand, fool? I am fine.

[No, no he wasn't, not that he needed to actually say as much, considering as soon as he tried to shuffle off again, he wavered unsteadily on his feet. But he was totally all right. Completely and perfectly normal here.]

[crimsonblade]

[Before he lies to her again, she reaches out and touches the deformed wing. Tutting under her breath, she doesn't give him much choice.]

Healing! You're an idiot and a liar. I don't know why I waste my time with you, Albel Nox.

[urallmaggots]

[Just the touch was enough to shoot pain through the wing and his body. He let out a hiss that might as well have been a scream. He jerked away from her, glaring daggers at her.]

Don't touch me, you fool!

[crimsonblade]

No, the correct words are "thank you", you ungrateful oaf. [She crosses her arms under her breasts and waits for him to realize that he was whole again.] Even Roger knew how to use those words.

[urallmaggots]

[He gave her a dispassionate glare, before he let his gaze drift toward the injured wing. It took a moment for him to focus, using what limited control he had to give it an experimental flex. It still hurt like hell, but at least it was noticeably better as well.]

Tch...

[You didn't actually think you were going to get a thank you, right?]