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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Hello, True Believers!

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun!


Be sure to read up on all game information and the "!event" tag to make sure you have all your ducks in a row.

Comments

First one!

[jolie_aile]

"-Er."

Flandre is used to strange sparkling objects; it was hard not to, given the rainbow whatever chandelier wings welded to her back.

She's not used to them talking, however.

The taller mutant had just gotten out of a taxi after a brief shopping trip (grenades were really bad for clothes), though she only has two jackets folded over her arm, still in their bags.

But that was definitely a face. Made out of...flying rhinestones, or similar. It moved and seemed sentient, so it was probably best to at answer. It wouldn't do to be rude.

"Help with what, exactly?"

[expensiveglitter]

The outline of the girl moved closer, slithering back and forth on the grass as if she's fidgeting, obviously frightened and stressed. The person she was speaking to was a woman, which made it a little better, but the glittering girl was a mess. She's sobbing, but there were no tears and no real eyes to cry from.

"Our father is selling our body!" She squeaks out, obvious panic in her voice. "He split us apart and now he is selling us!"

[jolie_aile]

-oh dear.

Flandre's first mental response was also panic--after the shock had faded away. Wouldn't--couldn't someone else help, wouldn't someone be better suited for this? More responsible? What should she do--

--wasn't she in training, for just this sort of thing?

"What's your--name? Where is he?" Flandre's relation to her own father was almost overwhelmingly positive, so some of her nervousness is blunted by confusion. She was having extreme difficulties trying to even comprehend that.

[expensiveglitter]

She looks almost confused at that, pausing for a moment. "We... we do not remember our name. Our daddy shattered us, and we became many." Too many for one little mind to handle. All she remembered was her father an the danger.

"He will take us to sell us in the Diamond District. We will be cut and broken and shined even more. We do not want to be jewelry! Please."