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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.

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You can mock, but you can never take his FREEDOM!

[doesntdiscriminate]

His eyes widen a bit at the mention of Volstov and his step falter for a second. It's not the wide eyed, open mouthed stare Luvander might have gotten if Sabo had been fully at ease and relaxed but it's still more than enough to make it rather obvious that he recognizes the name. Not that he's ever been, and the information he has isn't as detailed, or go as deep, as it could be but it's enough to know that no matter which side you were on being a mutant there couldn't have been any easy. There are quite a bit of questions he'd like to ask, all crowding for attention on the tip of his tongue, but actually doing so would probably be a bit sudden. Not to mention rude and insensitive. That doesn't stop the itch from being there though.

"You're absolutely right. I'm a child of the Mediterranean sea." To avoid putting his foot in his mouth he decides to focus on what Luvander said before mentioning Volstov fist after which he's hopefully managed to get enough impulse control to not blurt out something horrible. His Portuguese, to those who would be able to not only recognize the language but also differentiate between the different variety, is a bit odd and archaic. "Portugal to be exact, though I've moved around quite a bit. But yes, still mostly in the south and west parts."

And since there's no way Luvander did not notice his reaction, completely avoiding the Volstov thing would be weird, and probably also a bit rude. Still, probably for the best to keep it a bit vague. "Volstov, huh? Then I think coming here must have been quite the change?"

/gently grounds him/ there done

[theveilisin]

Oh yes, he definitely does notice that reaction, and does his best not to laugh or roll his eyes, since that might be taken as somewhat rude. He does however smile brightly in turn until Sabo starts speaking again, a perhaps somewhat bizarre reaction to many, but Luvander has found that smiling usually works in most contexts, if nothing else as a way to unbalance people slightly.

He doesn't really understand what Sabo says in Portuguese; he's been taught to identify other languages more than actively speak them mostly. There seems to be some kind of dialect there too, but that is a little bit beyond his abilities - and like Sabo says, he's been moving around, so maybe that's it?

That last statement gets a small snort of laughter, however. "Well, yes, that is one way of putting it if one happens to be inclined toward egregious understatements. Why, the school has only been attacked once so far, and it's been quite a while since I listened to the rantings and ravings of a power-cracked dictator."

/pouts mightily/ You are not the boss of him!

[doesntdiscriminate]

Sabo has the good grace to look apologetically sheepish, one hand coming up to rub at the beck of his neck as he ducks his head but the effort, while genuine, is slightly ruined by the fact that he's also smiling rather widely again.

"Haah, I guess I wasn't as discreetly tactful as I intended to be." Then again, when is he ever? "But I thought that saying something like 'Oh Volstov, I've heard of that place, and it sounds like an absolute shithole' might be considered rude. Especially on such short acquaintance." Never let it be said that he hasn't been taught proper manners, even if he's not always very good at implementing them.

But Luvander hadn't exactly seemed particularly offended and hopefully dropping some of his attempts at polite tact in favor of reverting back to his usual, and more blunt, ways isn't going to change that. Because it really would be a bad sign if he somehow managed to piss off the first person he's had a proper conversation with since coming here and, more importantly, he still has no idea when the cafeteria is and who knows how long he'll have to search for it without a guide.

We'll see /cracks whip

[theveilisin]

Luvander just shakes his head and grins right back, because he honestly does prefer this version - and also because he enjoys unbalancing people just a bit with his remarks.

"Now, I think that is highly unfair. Think of all the advantages a shithole has in comparison. There is the aforementioned lack of both dictators and getting attacked, for starters. And you could say that a shithole is ruled by the majority, even if the majority happen to be bacteria. Still better than dictators. Oh, and most of the time it will be pretty warm. You really can't say the same for my home country."

This completely nonsensical diatribe is followed by Luvander flicking a lock of hair away from his face in a way that suggests that he's quite proud of it, and also a bit ridiculous. But then again, baffling people really is his favorite game - neck in neck with when people actually surprise him by managing to keep up with his nonsense. "Nonetheless, the attempt at tact is noted, and since it's the thought that matters, appreciated."

Ooh~ Please be gentle, he has enough scars as it is.

[doesntdiscriminate]

It's not as if Sabo doesn't have experience with eccentric individuals, in fact he happens to have grown up with quite a lot of them, but it still takes him some time to get used to a new one. Of course it was a little bit to early to tell for sure but Sabo still had a feeling that the likelihood of Luvander ending up categorized as 'normal' was rather slim. Which was just as well since, in Sabo's experience, normal far to often equalled boring. So it takes him a moment or two of blinking to figure out if Luvander actually took his descriptive word literally or if he's just making fun of him, his lack of tact and/or the shithole in question. In the ends he decides that the latter option is much more likely.

"I get the feeling that you might be making fun of me, but I'm really not sure." Neither of which seems to bother him much. "So I'm just going to defer to your clearly superior anatomical knowledge on the subject and be happy that you decided to only sprain my brain and not any other, more important, parts of me." He makes a small, embellished bow as he speaks.

"If it's any consolation I'm not very fond of the place I was born either. Not that it's the same but-." He shrugs. No, not the same but possibly more alike than he'll be able to share. "Anyway, what do you say to changing the subject to something a bit more cheerful?"