Test Flight!

[lucetimods]

the luceti test flight meme

Reserves are open 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

[savedtheworld]

[This monk just gives a casual shrug.]

No one ever told me about it. I just know about bending!

[abileunaspada]

[Excuse her for looking confused, Aang. She's going to walk around and examine a little bit, because she's never seen clothing like his before but at the same time he has to be a Magus because... What else could he possibly be?]

Is it not the same? The power to manipulate your element however you wish, the insight to recognize that kind of power within others with but a glance... Is that not what you are? A Magus?

[savedtheworld]

The first part sounds like bending! The second part... I don't think my eye's that good. [He chuckles.] You must be from another world! [Somehow the red hair wasn't enough of a giveaway.]

[abileunaspada]

[Another --

Big sigh. She knows what that means. He isn't familiar at all. She glances away, a little flushed over her error.]

I suppose I was mistaken. You said there was a forge within the city?

[savedtheworld]

That's okay. Everyone makes mistakes! And maguses sound really neat. But just follow me! This place is a lot smaller than most cities I've been in, but the smithy's over this way.

[abileunaspada]

... Very well. Lead the way.

[A beat, and she'll speak again.]

My name is Adela.

[misterbrief]

Oh, enough with the sap story. If you didn't have a forge then you could make one for yourself instead of moping about and complaining about it. But you're in luck; they've got forges here you can use. So what, you can forge blades. Do you even know how to use them?

[He does hope she's a good swordsman/woman. He really could use more people like that for his own needs.]

[abileunaspada]

You say that as if it is simple. I would freeze before being able to gather all the building materials for a forge...

[Wait a minute did he just say there was one? She sets down her drink before she can event take a sip, her eyes a little wider than they were as she gets to her feet.]

Show me to one.

[misterbrief]

I don't remember taking orders from brats like you. [Well...hmmm.] But I just might think about it, on one condition.

[abileunaspada]

...

[Somehow, she doesn't like the sound of that. And that shows to her face.]

And just what are your terms?

yep forgot to mention to you that he actually has one with him during training

[misterbrief]

I did tell you to prove it to me that you were capable of forging a blade. What if I told you I'd only show it to you if you could make something better than this?

[He's actually got a blade strapped to his back a-la Mirai Trunks style, which he unsheathes and hands to her for inspection. The markings on it would indicate it was made by a god from modern day Earth, Ho-Musubi, the Forge's Hammer, a gift from a divine friend of his who was related to this god.]

I'm willing to bet you couldn't come near this level of craftsmanship.

Haha whoops~ He had to make that mistake.

[abileunaspada]

[Her eyes lit up when she saw it, and her hand almost reached out to touch it before she stopped. It was with embarrassment that she flushed just a little, embarrassed at herself before clearing her throat.]

If I may inspect it.

XD

[misterbrief]

Go ahead. But try to steal it and you'll be nothing more than a pile of dust when I'm done with you. But, I'm not worried.

[So he'll hand it right over to her. If she does try anything, he'll take care of business as far as he's concerned.]

[abileunaspada]

I would not be so petty.

[She huffed a bit at that, shooting him a look before she lifts the sword from his hands almost reverently. Her fingers, calloused from their work at the forge, gently slide over the sword's flat and fuller before she inspects the tip, then the hilt. Finally she holds it to feel its balance, taking a couple of test swings and going through some more simple maneuvers that she could do without damaging the tavern's interior or patrons.

It takes her a bit before she hands it back hilt-first to Vegeta, a soft sigh leaving her as she shakes her head.]

I am afraid I cannot match such craftsmanship. Whether it is the ore used or the method of creation I cannot say, but I am not skilled enough to create its equal as of yet.

[misterbrief]

[Well, that was interesting. He thought for sure that even if she couldn't do it, which he figured unless she was a god herself, that she might take advantage of this opportunity, even if it was just to get him to show her where a forge was. But she didn't. One of those, huh. Not a terrible thing, not for him at least.]

Well, that's unfortunate! I guess you'll just have to find the forge yourself. [He re-sheathes his sword, smirking.] ...Since sub par is the best you can do.

[abileunaspada]

[She twitches, shooting him another glare before she makes her way to the door.]

Very well. Take care not to slip again on the way out.

[Now she was in a foul mood, wanting to take out her frustration on hot metal - even if it was tempting her to take it out on his face instead.]

[misterbrief]

[He chuckles quietly, leaning up against the bar with arms folded and a leg crossed in front of the other, waiting patiently for her to open the door. When she does, that's when he'll finally speak back up.]

And make sure you open your eyes. See that rather large building over there? [He points straight at it, across the way.] That over there is the smith. It's quite hard to miss. You're welcome. [He's made sure that his cheeky little grin hasn't subsided, of course.]

[abileunaspada]

[She stops, tense at the mention of the forge and glancing back at him.]

I did not ask for aid.

[That's before she makes her way over to see if the forge is even worthy of being used. And if there is metal she can work with there, for that matter. It will take time, but at least she can get started - hopefully without seeing that irritating man ever again.]

Dawn | Pokemon

[noneedtoworry]

A: (Dawn's a Pokémon Coodinator who's learned to take things in stride. So, upon finding out she's been pulled to another world and given wings? ...She'll admit to being surprised at first, but she's calmed down thanks to finding Piplup still by her side.

So, to anyone who knows her personally, she'll be giving her aforementioned wings a once-over - with a smile on her face and Piplup atop her head; she'd tried at least once but discovered to her dismay that she couldn't fly. As she continued to ponder over how effective they would be for Pokémon Contests, Dawn didn't notice that poor Piplup had suddenly slipped off her head while trying to reach for a wing and a heartbeat later the Coordinator turned once hearing the Water Pokémon land in a heap!)

...Huh?! Piplup - are you okay?

Luuuuuuup... @_@

Maybe next time you'll be a little more careful? No need to worry; I'll go and get some food to make it up to you-!

(Dawn's stomach chose that moment to grumble to show she was pretty hungry as well, the Coordinator blushing and laughing sheepishly before amending her statement.)

Hehehe...I mean get us some food!

B: (If you can think of other ideas than the above, feel free to do so! ^^)

[savedtheworld]

[This teenage monk came running the moment he saw a penguin-like creature.]

PENGUIN!

[And then he noticed the Piplup had fallen over.]

...Is he okay?

I haven't RP'd as Aang in YEARS XD

[noneedtoworry]

(Dawn's sheepish smile was still evident while turning around to face Aang even as Piplup got to his feet and posed.)

Lup~!

...He'll be fine. For a Pokémon he's got a tough head.

Ooh! lol, a former fellow Aang huh?

[savedtheworld]

[He looks down in concern.]

I'm glad to hear that. Something so cute should never get hurt!

[He blinks in recognition.]

Wait, you said Pokemon? You're a - Pokemon trainer? [He looks towards her, recognizing her. But not as herself; he actually used to know a Platina Berlitz who used to live here as well.]

Yep! Have the whole series & Korra S1 on DVD too

[noneedtoworry]

(As Dawn turns fully to eye Aang before petting her Pokémon, she briefly shakes her head while smiling at him.)

I'm not a 'Trainer' in that sense, like going around to get Badges; that's Ash's department. I'm a Pokémon Coordinator! My name's Dawn, from Twinleaf Town; this is my partner, Piplup!

Piplup Pip~!

Ooh, way to go!

[savedtheworld]

[Aang has just a slight fade to his smile. This isn't Platina, and she doesn't know him. But that's no reason to be sad at her, so he quickly picks his smile back up.]

Nice to meet you, Dawn and Piplup! My name's Aang. And I met Ash! What's a Pokemon Coordinator like?

Desmond Miles | Assassin's Creed

[familyissues]

1

[ As a general rule, Desmond either hates or abso-fucking-lutely loves other bartenders. The guy tending to Good Spirits isn't immune from Desmond's judgement either- if anything, he gets an extra dose of it, particularly when Desmond sidles up to open a tab and gets a tepid 'That won't be necessary, everything is always on the house' in response. There's not even a tip jar.

Desmond's mockingbird-patterned wings ruffle in irritation, which just feels fucking weird, okay, distracting him from launching into an annoyed retort. It's all another symptom of what's wrong with the whole arrangement. Nothing free is well and truly free, and it's hardly cynical of him to think so, not with Connor and the struggles of the Revolution still so fresh in his thoughts.

He eyes the man, settles on a stool and points to a bottle of liquid amber on the top shelf. ]

The Hazelburn. Neat.

[ After the scotch is served up under his watchful eye and the bartender moves on to other patrons, Desmond seems to relax a fraction. If someone decides to park right next to him, he'll even offer more than silence, a friendly enough- ]

Hey. Is it always so cheery around here?

[ Free things might not be free, but potential allies are worth their weight in gold. Maybe he can get them to open up and tell him what he hasn't heard around the place thus far. ]


2

[ Running with the wings takes some practice. Nothing from his time in the Animus gives him any precedent for handling them, not Ezio's armor, the equipment all of his ancestors wore like a second skin, or Auditore's flashy capes. Though they aren't cumbersome by any means, the working of muscles is different, and when he finds himself tensing to take a leap from roof to roof, or relax to take a landing, they seem to want to open and close of their own accord.

And so he crashes, quite spectacularly, kicking up ice and snow and managing a loud yelp when one of his new appendages decides that actually, buddy, it wants to go in a completely different direction. ]

F-u-u-uuuuck.

[ What's left but to get up and try again? ]

3

[ I'm seriously easy, roll with whatever you like! ]