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Test Flight!

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.

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[When Marco arrived in Luceti last week, there'd been no familiar faces to greet him. He had to ease himself into the notion of this place all by himself. The transition from all the mayhem in Trost to suddenly being thrust into a place that was almost peaceful was a tricky one. Though, it wasn't as tricky as the concept that this is a different world. One without titans.

If only Armin were here. He would've loved this. Not that Luceti has any more freedom than Marco's own world. Heck, the cage he's in now is far smaller than the one within the walls back home. Added to that, this place also has a war waging outside the enclosure. One not between humanity and the predators that hope to devour it, but between actual people.

Like Jean, Marco felt the need to don his uniform, so it's a good thing he managed to find his own a while ago. Not just because danger lurks around the corners, but because it feels right. He just graduated as a full-fledged soldier, after all. That's why it feels a little sore that the patch on his jacket is still that of a trainee. It makes sense, as he hasn't been initiated into the Military Police yet, but boy does it sting.

Either way, when he enters the clothing store, he isn't expecting to run into anyone in particular. He's just looking for some fresh towels. Living on his own and having to provide essentials for himself isn't something he's used to, so he's found himself taking trips to the store quite often in the past week. The door shuts behind him with a soft snap before he makes his way further into the store. The sound of someone rifling through clothing catches his attention before anything else does. Curiously, he peeks around a rack and his face breaks into a bright smile at the sight of his best friend.]

Jean!

[He wasn't expecting to hear his name here. And he wasn't expecting to hear that voice ever again. His hand drops from the jacket it had been lingering on, ready to flip to the next item, now forgetting what it was doing as he whirls around to face a familiar figure.]

Marco...?

[His friend. His friend who's supposed to be dead. He hadn't seen it, but he'd seen him, what was left of him, and he knows this has to be a delusion of some kind.

But the words aren't there yet.]

[Running into Jean here was unexpected, but not as unexpected as the response Marco's getting. It's rare to his friend look so... Well, shocked isn't the right word for it. Stunned, maybe. Stunned times five.

Odd as it is, Marco ends up chuckling. He can't poke too much fun at Jean, because he knows that'll just get the guy riled up, but he can't let this slide either. Besides, with how relieved he is to see his friend, he can't stop himself from grinning.]

What's with that look? Were you waiting for someone else?

[Another beat of frozen shock, and then the wordlessness breaks. He lunges forward with hands poised to grab or shove, he doesn't know, none of this is planned and he can't even name the emotion - emotions? - surging up like acid. He ends up roughly grabbing Marco by the front of his shirt, fingers like hooks.

His hands don't go through. Marco is solid, there in front of him. He doesn't know what he was expecting.]

This isn't a joke! [What the hell is this place? What the hell is this place? He sees the wings protruding from Marco's back, same as his, just another thing he doesn't get about this place, like they're some stupid drawing of those who have passed away. He knows he hasn't bitten it yet. So why...] How are--

How the hell are you here?

[Marco's eyes widen in shock the second Jean lunges at him. He's too stunned to even think about dodging as those fingers shoot towards him and end up digging themselves into his shirt. All he can do is take half a step back and shift his weight a bit to get more steady footing.

Over the past few years, Jean's temper had become quite notorious, but this... This is beyond simply getting riled up. Marco doesn't even know what this is. It's not a good sign, that's for sure. When he responds, it's a bit of a meek stammer.]

I... I don't know? [His hands find their way up to Jean's wrists so he can try and pry the guy off him. Not with too much force, of course.]

[It was a dumb question. Jean doesn't know how he's here either, so why should Marco? He'll try again. New words, same torrent of mangled anger, misplaced, behind it.]

Don't act like nothing happened! [His fingers curl tighter, holding everything he felt when he discovered the body (it hurts to much to think of it as his body), even as Marco tries to pull him off, hands solid, warm, alive. His anger is cracking, like ice across a lake, and the darker, colder stuff hiding beneath it begins to wash up, a subtle shift in expression.]

[Much as Marco's trying to keep his cool, this whole thing is spiraling out of control so fast it's almost frightening. "Don't act like nothing happened"? What happened? Judging by Jean's expression, it's gotta be something bad. Images of his last moments back home flash through his mind, but nothing too relevant jumps out. In fact, they were doing pretty damn well for themselves, all things considered. People were dying left and right, but Eren's path to the gate was cleared. They were winning.]

Jean, just... Just calm down, okay? [What he needs right now are answers, but Jean isn't making enough sense for that. Marco's grip on his friend's wrists grows a little stronger- a little more demanding for those fingers to let go. Despite that, he's trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, eyes peering straight at Jean.]

[Try again. The feelings pounding through him - anger, regret, raw emptiness that takes up too much space, the feeling of a nightmare on repeat - can't be funneled into any sort of coherent singularity.

But he tries to follow his friend's words. He tries to listen, if only because that's easier to focus on than anything going on inside him. His fingers don't loosen, but his shoulders sink a little.]

Marco, I... [Deep breath, trying to keep himself together.]

I didn't think I'd see you again.

[Now he's just getting even more confused. Is Jean taking his arrival in this place that badly? Was he expecting to be stuck here by himself forever? No, that doesn't seem entirely right either. This whole thing doesn't feel right. He feels like a bit of an idiot for even having to ask clarification on this.]

...Why not? [He frowns, part of him wondering if perhaps it'd be more discreet not to look directly at Jean's face. That expression's become only too twisted with emotions that he's sure his friend would consider 'shameful'. Still, he figures avoiding eyecontact might make things worse right now.]

You really have no idea what happened... [Marco had died. He's dead. He shouldn't be here. But he is, alive and whole and--]

You were-- [How is he supposed to explain this? He hasn't even been able to look at Marco straight on, afraid of the jagged flashes of a memory he wishes he didn't have. There one minute and gone the next. His voice is starting to shake.]

Back in Trost, you...I found you.

[Jean's right about one thing, Marco has no idea what happened at all. However, the more he hears, the more things are starting to click. Things that he hopes he's mistaken about, because if it's true... If Jean's saying what he suspects he's saying... No, that can't be true. He'd know if it were true, wouldn't he?

His grip around Jean's wrists grows a little tighter without his notice. He wishes he could remember what happened to him in Trost. Why can't he remember?]

Found me? ...You mean... [A small shake of the head. He can't even get himself to say it. It'd sound ridiculous. He's right here.]

[His eyes are a little too wide, but he's trying not to see - how Marco looked the last time he saw him, the last time he thought he'd ever see him.]

Nobody knew...it wasn't until days after the battle was over. Nobody knew, dammit...! [It wasn't right. It just didn't seem right.]

[Marco was hoping for reassurance that he misunderstood. That Jean meant something else entirely, but... That's not coming, is it? He understood just fine, didn't he? It's difficult for him to grasp. He knows Jean wouldn't joke about this, or lie. Jean wouldn't say these things if he wasn't absolutely sure they were true.

And yet Marco can't believe it. How could he believe it?]

No, that's not... That can't be right. [Because he's right here and he feels fine. He's breathing. He's alive.]

[He wishes he could give reassurance. He wishes he could undo that moment that he didn't even see, but he is powerless. They're all so powerless, no matter how much they fight - but he doesn't want to believe that.]

Of course it's not right! Who the hell would joke around about something like this? [His hands are shaking, they're gripping Marco's shirt so tightly.] It's not right, but it's what happened! You were there, and then...

[This is getting more surreal by the second and Marco's mind is starting to race. It doesn't make sense, and yet... Didn't that guide to Luceti say something about people being 'drawn from different times'? Didn't it say that dead people could be brought here too? If Jean says he's died, then maybe he did. Or maybe he will.

What's waiting for him back home? Will it be painful? Will it be over in a flash?

He hastily chases such thoughts from his mind again. He shouldn't be focusing on that right now. He needs to... He needs to get his friend to calm down.]

... It's okay, Jean. I'm here now, right? [He attempts to squeeze those wrists again, his thumbs brushing upwards into the palms of Jean's hands.] Just let go.

[His fists lurch forward, almost on instinct, pushing Marco without letting go.] It's not okay, dammit! You died without even knowing why...! [His words end in a shuddering noise that sounds a little too much like a sob, and he finally jerks one hand free to roughly wipe his arm across his eyes. It now hangs tensely at his side.]

It's like you didn't even matter...! [Just one body of too many; more bones to add to the pyre, like they had never been part of a human.]

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[Marco flinches a bit when Jean pushes him again- he just can't help himself. Part of him is just about ready to shove his friend back, too. To use force to get him to let go, because this is getting ridiculous. Still, that's when half a sob rings between them and one of Jean's arms moves up to his face, and Marco can feel that determination eb away again.

Is it weird that Jean's taking this thing more badly than he is? Maybe. Probably. But Marco can't allow the reality to sink in too much just yet. It's bad enough that one of them is making a scene in the middle of a clothing store. If both of them break down, this whole thing could escalate out of control. He draws a deep breath to steady himself before speaking up again.]

It's what we signed up for, isn't it? I don't care how it happed, but I know what it was for. Weren't we taking back Trost? Isn't that enough of a reason? [Trost was Jean's home. Even if his friend never talked about it much, Marco's sure that seeing it run over by titans must've stung Jean pretty bad. And taking their territory back from the titans for the first time in history... That's one hell of an accomplishment.]

[Shit, he knows he's making a scene, and he feels like an idiot, a pathetic idiot, for losing it like this, for not knowing what else to do.]

We won... [And he knows that's no small thing: reclaiming territory lost to a surge of titans, a first in history. Reclaiming the place he grew up in, the trap he'd dreamed of escaping for so long.

Now it's stuck with him.]

We won, but still-- It wasn't your plan to...to die, was it? You didn't work hard to graduate in the top ten just for that, did you? [It's harder to swallow now, knowing about Annie and wondering if she had anything to do with it, one of their own.]

[Anything other than acknowledgement would be a lie at this point, because Jean's right. Marco didn't work that hard just so he could lose everything before it'd even paid off. He was so proud to have made it into the top ten when other recruits were so much stronger than him. He was going to fulfill his childhood dream and join the Military Police. Him and Jean, and anyone else in the top ten who wanted to come.

His eyes are starting to sting, but it's relieved with a few forceful blinks. He can't allow himself to crack. Not in front of Jean.]

These things just... happen. There's never a right time for it. [He'd add more, but his voice isn't entirely cooperating right now.]

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Test Flight!

Option A please

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Oh no I have to use the alt account anyway

dude, already there

I was trying so hard to avoid it

tried so hard, and got so far...

Oh no the new episode is making this reunion ten times worse

dying whale noises

dying giraffe noises

but what does the dying fox say?

"Ablooblooblooh! Ablooblooblooh!"

accurate

Someone call me a whambulance because my dokis are wounded

someone call the bawlice because my heart is being robbed

Someone call Levi to comment on these bigass feels