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Test Flight Meme

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 music? Try playing DJ at HQ, the new nightclub! Don't have one? Just dance your butt off.
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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[ So simple and small a thing, the elegant slant and curves of his mother's calligraphy. The straight lines that taught him his letters, that wove tales and taught him more than mere legends when he'd bent his mind to the task. So small. But it is something he's missed keenly, something he's mourned for all that the future where she is lost has not yet come to pass for him just yet but he'd been told.

He knows enough to mourn it's potential loss all the same. ]

Mother- you are safe? Unharmed?

[ Many came here after death. Loki had- and he hopes beyond all else that this is not when she has come from. His own letters are hurried, harried, scrawled as he dresses and calls Mjolnir forth, scrambling to find the door. ]

I will come for you. I'll find you.

[Surely, these are not the words of a ghost.

Indeed, she felt quite hale. A hand moved to trace the path of her mortal wound and she found it whole. There was a moment's startled surprise when she fully discovered the extent of her back ache - two small wings, as golden as the harvest at sunset.]

I am well. [A faithful transcription appeared of her words.] More importantly, how came you to such a place?

[Ah - he will come to her. Better and better. She yearns to embrace her son and prove with flesh and bone that he is well - but how can that be when she is here?]

I am in a desert. I will make a signal for you.

[She begins to draw in on her power. The study of light and air had been hundreds of years in completion, and it has become a thing she knows intimately and may manipulate at will. She has not failed to notice, however, that the small charm she cast which should be no effort took concentration and force. She wonders if her power is something that has lessened in death. She will have to be circumspect. But Thor is her son, he is of her blood, and shhe would not be Frigga of Asgard if she could not key a spell to the blood of her heart.]

I will not be long.

[ A beacon- one he could follow from any height- but why run when he could fly? Tis but a matter of will and drive; with who it is he races towards there is enough of both to see him to her side a thousand times over. It takes no time at all but every moment spent hurtling through the air feels like an age, weighing upon him.

Had he dreamed this? Is his mother truly wandering in the desert? Her beacon guides him and there is no other in any realm with that way of magic. Not even Loki could mimic it perfectly.

Landing in the sand with as much haste causes Thor to stumble a bit- and he is dressed oddly, wrapped not in tunic and trousers and armor of Asgard but denim and cotton of Midgard. It made those he knew more comfortable for him to dress casually.

His lips form the word 'mother' but there is no sound, just as ever. Still, he needs no words as he drops Mjolnir entirely to hurry to her side. ]

[It is with true urgency that Frigga approaches and embraces her son, no trace of courtly restraint clings to her. There is still innate grace in her movements, but it has ever been so between them when they are alone. Truly, Thor had his mother's trust.

Now, however, it is with more desperation than ever before that she holds her son. She does not want to believe that he too has died, does not understand why when he opens his mouth to speak there is no sound. Who could have done this to Thor? She has lived to see him become all that she had dreamed for him, to see him step into his noble heart and learn to truly serve. How can it be that when he has found his strength he would be laid so low?]

Thor, my son. [She moves away from the embrace enough to look him in the eyes.] What has happened to us? Can you not speak?

[Loki's put a ward on Thor, thanks to Thor pulling that getting killed by evil cultist dogs stunt. Loki simply tracks that, and waits for Thor to stop moving quickly.

And there it is. Another spell, to teleport, though a presumably safe distance away.

Loki appears, about 20 feet distant. Then he cocks his head to listen, uncertain of what is happening. He probably should have come invisible, he realizes. What if this wasn't Frigga, like it hadn't been before? Too eager, again. Far too eager.]

[ Knowing nothing of that which Loki endured prior to his own death and the possibility that this would be a trick of the mind or of magic, Thor approaches without reservation. Here. Here and whole and as much of home as he'd ever hope to hold. He finds no shame in burying his face in her hair and holding fast, breathing in sand and the lingering notes of what might have been her garden. For now all he might have feared is gone.

Every worry, every burden upon his shoulders dropped and he is once again but a child clinging to his mother, glad for her company, doubly so for her embrace. What he had lost, what his brother had lost matters nothing in the face of her being here.

He could not speak to express his joy, but he could, and did, write. Though he had to pull away to do so. ]

We are in a village called Luceti, on a realm not of our own. My voice was lost and...Loki would be better suited to explaining this.

[Her son feels alive enough, but she supposes she does as well. Frigga clings to him with desperate strength, longing to erase the memory of his face as he approached too late. But why was he here? Where were they?]

'Luceti?' [The name is strange on her tongue. And how is it that Thor's voice was 'lost?' This was no sickness, she could sense that at once.] I do not know of such a place.

[Her questions halted when she sensed a familiar burst of power, and she cocks her head abruptly to the side, a habitual movement of sudden focus. So it is that she is looking directly toward him when Loki appears, and she holds out one hand to him, the other still resting against Thor's shoulder.]

Loki!

[But something is wrong. She can see it in the way he holds himself -- and he is so distant. (And what had happened to his hair? And to Thor's robes, for that matter?]

[Well, when one's girlfriend like the short hair...

He turns his head slightly when he hears Frigga's voice. He's practiced enough now that he has a very good idea of how far away she is, where she's standing even if he cannot see the gesture. A little spell, the lightest of kinetic pushes, and he knows for certain. And he does take a little step toward her and Thor before he stops himself.

He wants this to be real, so very badly. But how is he to know?]

Mother.

[Are you actually Mother?]

Let me-

[ He cannot explain. He has not the words even if he had the voice to give them. But Loki- Loki understood far better than any other in the village save those that had been here from the beginning, and perhaps even after. As loathe as he is to leave his mother's side, his brother is blind.

Not lost, no, but blind, and he squeezes his mother's hand on his shoulder to offer some solace before he walks to Loki and catches one of his hands in his large one.

Signing was still new to him, the words he knew simple, but he is more than able to make a simple gesture against Loki's palm. Something he could understand.

Mom. ]

[There is a moment when Frigga is still. She allows Thor to release himself from her hand, as she has always let her children go, to grow and become who they are and will be. And she watches as Thor takes Loki's hand, a thing she has not thought to see, even in her long vision.

Thor can not speak. And Loki... could it be that he could not see?

There was something wrong here.]

Will you yet stand so far off? [Quietly, so quietly. Enough.] Then I will come to you.

[With quick strides, she closes the distance between them. Frigga wraps one arm around Loki's shoulders, drawing him close, and catches Thor with the other, including him in the embrace. This unexpected joy, even if it is brief, to hug her sons once again was worth grasping with both hands.]

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[Loki startles when Thor grabs his hand, though he at least heard his brother approach.] Yes, I know that. Or at least she sounds and looks like Mother. [He has to assume, since Thor wouldn't go running at someone that didn't look convincing, right?] But--

[And this is the part where Frigga's arm wraps around him. For a moment he resists, not pushing away, but not being drawn in, because this terrifies him.

She smells like Mother.

The dream shifter smelled like Mother too.

But he's not made of stone. He's never been able to resist his own heart when he wants something. And what he wants is for it to be real this time, for this to be Mother, for everything to be all right for once. For this to not end with her laying in a pool of blood drawn by his hand.

He makes a strange, choked little sound, then wraps his arms around her. He gathers up handfuls of the new feather dress with shaking fingers.

Face pressed against her shoulder, he whispers for her ears only:] I'm sorry.

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[ Were it possible to sign that with more emphasis still, Thor attempts to do so. Not just almost mother, or somewhat similar to mother, or even a shade of the woman that raised them from the shadows of giants to making their own legends. Tis Frigga in truth, queen of all the realms, and if Loki would just listen he'd hear that same honey'd tone that'd sung them to sleep, smell the garden in her hair, feel the power in the most tender of touches that spoke of strength far beyond that of a mere lady of the courts.

But he needs not do so, needs not argue with his few means with Loki for Mother comes to them. Holds them as she had before the Bifrost shattered, before the tesseract, before Jotunhiem. Before all the world and all the realms were torn asunder in was he'd never have thought possible.

She holds them and he melts into her embrace, once again resting his cheek in her hair and clinging. She is not lost. They are not, all of them, lost. Tis a foolish thing to hope for this to be true but he could never abandon hope entirely. Not when he might have this, his mother, his brother, his family whole and hale and holding one another as they once had ages ago. ]

[All that would make this moment a complete mockery of death would be if Odin himself appeared, and she could feel his strong arms around her, and around her sons. He had never been one for prolonged displays of affection with his children, but if this was some sort of wait station between now and the afterlife, couldn't she have it as she desired? She is holding both her sons in her arms. Frigga can not remember the last time her heart felt so complete.

She kisses the crown of Loki's head in response to his words. For words said in anger, words meant to cut, I forgive you this and more, my son.

She could feel Thor resting hard against her and took deep satisfaction in holding him back, in erasing that final moment where he could not hold her, could not keep her.

Frigga shut her eyes but freely allowed a few tears to fall. She was not ashamed of the love she bore for her children, and she never had been.]

My sons. [Whispered, and again - stronger.] My sons.

[She had questions, the most urgent of which burned within her -- how had they come to such a place? -- but more important, always more important, was that they knew they were loved.]

[Loki shudders when she kisses him, because it's so real, it's undeniable.

They didn't tell me you were dead, he wants to tell her. Your husband only sent me a guard, after you were long gone. I wasn't there to see your spirit home, and--

No, it can wait. It can wait. For just this minute, he will be happy and falling to pieces all at once.]

Mother. [It's the only answer that matters right now.]

Mother.

[ Alive. For now that is all that matters to him. That he has his family and they yet live, even if it is in a place so quick and strange as this. There are words choking him, winding around his throat to strangle him but he cannot speak.

He'd lost the ability when Loki lost his sight. And he knows not how to explain to their mother that this has come to pass.

No words twist themselves from his tongue- his arms tighten all the more around Frigga and Loki, as though by will alone he could pass his heart and his thoughts to them so long as he held them fast. ]

[Frigga does not know for how long she holds them, the loss of time something uncommon. But what was common about this? How heavy her sons were, burdened with loss and grief. She would have sought to spare them this. How broken they seemed, each having lost a sense - surely, that most have been a lost dearly won, and she hoped they had paid back whoever took it a thousand fold.

And yet, how strong they were, to be bent but not broken, lost but to have found a way to reconcile after all which had stood between them. What a wonder to hold them so close again, a wonder that they would stand so next to each other and embrace each other as they embraced her.

Her voice was thick with emotion, and she could not find it within her to let them go. For all she knew, she could be snatched away from them at any moment - this was borrowed time. There was much they needed to know.]

I am proud of you, my sons. It gives me such joy to hold the two of you again, to know that you have found a way to reconcile. I love you both with all my heart.

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[Loki shakes his head, still pressed against her shoulder.] We paid too high a price. Your son is a fool, lady.

[Because shaken as he is, in this moment he can't escape the truth and pretend that Thor is equally to blame in the end. He's been reminded of it far too forcefully and recently. He'd wasted so much time and energy on anger, instead of focusing on the one person who had truly deserved his wrath. And because of that, he had made himself into the orphan he'd claimed to be.

Later, he'll think of excuses. Later, he'll come up with a way for it to be just as much Thor's idiocy as his own anger. But there is a certain inescapable truth in agony.]

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[ Words he had never thought he would hear from his brother's lips- but that is the power of a mother's embrace. Her presence after a loss as keen as Loki has felt is all that he could think that would cause such an admission.

For Thor there is nothing he can say. Nothing he feels that needs saying. Frigga has ever had his love and his trust- Loki and he had sorted their differences not long ago. They are not as they were, but they are as close to it as they could ever be after all that had come to pass.

To have that- to have this? Makes much of what he'd seen and endured in this place bearable. He can only hope it has done much the same for his brother. That it will do so for their mother. ]

[It is surprising, but not entirely unexpected to hear Loki's confession. He was not one who apologized lightly with any sincerity, nor was he one to admit to any sort of fault. He must have dwelled deeply on what kept him separated from her during her time of distress. She would not have him carry the guilt of his absence, but she was pleased that he would consider it. She hoped that he had learned now that he had a place, a home, if only he would come alongside those who loved him.]

It is a brave man who would call my son a fool. [Frigga drops her arms, shifting in their embrace to frame Loki's face with her hands so that she might look upon him. She speaks more quietly, with less courtly resonance in her voice and more simple encouragement.] It is a brave son who would face his folly.

[Seeing his face, Frigga could tell that she had guessed correctly. Loki was indeed blind. She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his forehead, extending a familiar bit of magic with it - an expression of warmth, a projection of acceptance. She would not have her time with her sons tainted by dwelling in regrets.]

[He wishes he could see her. He has to rely upon the eyes of others, though, and it grates. But the touches communicate just as eloquently, small things upon which he focuses. He leans his face into her hands, eyes shutting as if in some brief pain from that kiss. No, he refuses to shed tears. Not now.

Instead he smiles, as he always does when something hurts. At least this is the sort of pain that heals.] Don't be silly, mother. Everyone knows Loki is a coward. But... [He draws an unsteady breath, fumbling to pluck at her sleeve with one hand.] I am glad you might think such silly things anyway.

[ A coward? A coward. Thor stands to the side to offer Loki the solace he needs so desperately of their mother, but that comment is not one he could stand idly by and permit without some manner of commentary.

It is no silly thought to have and he expresses his displeasure in the only way possible, a finger poked lightly against his temple with a slow and steady pressure.

Not a coward, his little brother. Braver than most he could ever imagine. ]

[She does not fail to see the way her son leans into her touch as if he is in desperate need of reassurance, and that smile is too painfully familiar.

What is this pain you carry, my son? How can you begin to heal?

It is an interesting thing, how his words would seem to pass over her own, but she could see how he was taking comfort from them. Slipping sideways and seeking to shield himself again, she thought, but she could see his heart and she does not release him.

Frigga's gaze flicker's to Thor's motion, and her eyebrows raise slightly. How like him to come to the defense of those he loved.

She responded to Loki's words by stepping closer and slowly moving to embrace him, giving him a hug which would be his alone.]

It pleases me to think so.

[To think of him being brave enough to confront his foolishness, as he is in confessing it. She does not doubt that Loki will hear that meaning in her words, for all that she could also be teasing him about his assessment of her thoughts.]

Then I would not ask of you to do otherwise.

[And really, isn't Loki ultimately composed of things which are not true, but other people believe? Indeed.

But he folds into her embrace, pressing his face against her shoulder again for a moment. Perhaps this is easier on Thor, because this Thor may know of Frigga's death, but has not lived it. And even if this was the Thor of his time, Loki thinks it would not be the same for them. Because at least Thor had a chance to say goodbye. All he ever had was the message from the lips of a guard.

After a long moment of just assuring himself that impossibly, this is real (and if it isn't, let the dream kill him, he no longer cares and there is no reason to fight) he finally straightens.]

But what thoughtless sons you have, for you to still be standing in the desert in your bare feet. We ought to see to that, yes?

[ Thor is content to stand aside and allow the son that has far more need of this comfort enjoy their mother's embrace. Loki and Frigga had ever had a more profound bond and he has never truly resented it. They had magics, they had their secrets that he never truly understood, but it suited them.

After all that they'd endured recently? Loki does need this far more than he. Without his voice all Thor can do, and all he is content to do, is stand guard while they regain their mutual composure.

As for returning to the village- he could fly but one of them and it would be unwise to attempt to do so with Loki in his state, and Frigga had never expressed much joy in Thor's haste with flight. ]

Loki could see us home safely.

[If Frigga knew of Thor's thoughts regarding a more 'profound bond,' she would undoubtedly have words with him about it. It wasn't a matter of favor, but one of evident need. As it was, even with her insight, Frigga can not discern the very thoughts of her sons.

And ah, yes. Her bare feet, the hot sand... she has endured far worse.

Pulling away just enough from Loki's embrace, one hand goes to frame his cheek while her other seeks Thor's. She looks up at both her sons, is touching both her sons, and her eyes are full of love and wonder.]

I do not know how this has come to be, but I am glad of the opportunity to see you both again, and to have someplace to go. I would hear more of this place, and more of your lives here. By all means, let us go.

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OH NOES

it's a family reunion!

my heart will not survive this

Lemme grab the kleenex

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all the sobbing

all the sobbing x2

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THREADJACK!

OH NOES

it's a family reunion!

my heart will not survive this

Lemme grab the kleenex

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*inhuman noises*

all the sobbing

all the sobbing x2

;;

T^T

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inhuman noises