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xavier_institute_ooc2014-11-02 11:47 pm
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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.
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.
2nd one
"Did you get hurt?" he mumbles, unsure of any other way to start this conversation. He's sort of an imposing figure; tall, burly, strong-jawed, deep-voiced, holding a wrench in one hand. But his eyes are soft, maybe that distract from the body that makes him look like the natural-born killer that he is. He always has a soft spot for sad kids, he is one himself.
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...there was something about his eyes, though, that stopped her from just shattering apart and flowing out of there. She wipes her own eyes, the movement creating a temporary grooves in her 'skin' before the crystals got back into shape.
"We lost out arm somewhere," she sniffles. "It fell off again and we think a vacuum cleaner stole it.... but we do not know which one."
no biggy!
...Interesting way of putting it. Jack raises his brows a bit. Something about the way she speaks is reminiscent of the little sisters in Rapture, and he likes it. He's determined to help her.
"People use vaccuum cleaners, someone must've seen it..." He thinks it over, but... he can't think of anything useful to do in this situation. It doesn't require beating people up and he doesn't have anyone to make the plan for him. What would Atlas do? "...Maybe it's in a maintenance closet?"
This seems more logical than actually asking around. Jack is four.
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"You think so?" Glitter asks, a bit more hopeful. "Are there many of them?"
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"I don't know. Probably. But we'll find out." Exploring the mansion seems like no big deal to a boy who's looked through an entire city for things. He sets off looking for the nearest closet, glancing back to make sure she's following... and holding out a hand to hold on second thought so she doesn't get lost.
"I'm Jack." he mumbles randomly while they walk, "You?"
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...it kind of feels like holding a bunch of wiggling pebbles rather than a hand, and her arm might fall off into small crystals if he tugs in any way.
"We forgot our name when we shattered, but we call ourself Glitter." She smiles up at him. "We like your name. We think we had a friend named Jackson."
Her brother, but still.
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"Glitter is a pretty name." he grins, "I like my name, too. It used to be... uh..." mm, he feels uncomfortable with the admission, but someone literally made out of crystals can't exactly judge his weird circumstances. "It used to be Subject WYK. I like Jack much better."
Her way of speaking is odd, but he sees nothing particularly wrong with it. At least she's aware of her surroundings. The little sisters' chants of 'sunshine and rosies mean angels is near' had always made his skin crawl as he protected them from mutants and turrets.
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"Subject WYK? We like Jack better, too. Jack is a person." Not an object or a 'subject'.
She moves a bit closer to him, especially while passing some other students, but shifts back again every time the wrench comes into view. She didn't like improvised weapons like that.
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That makes him grin. Yes, he is a person. Not a freak or an experiment or a slave or a faceless assassin, a person. She's finally put to words what drew him to using the name for himself even when he knew it wasn't real.
After a while he notices her shying away from his wrench, and hooks it to his belt where it'll be mostly out of sight. He doesn't have any particular reason for having it out, it just makes him feel better. It's just as fine that he has it at his side just in case. It's not like it'll take a wrench to get some crystals out of a vaccuum cleaner.
...At least, he assumes. He doesn't know what vaccuum cleaners look like nowadays.
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When they finally find a maintenance closet, they now had to tackle the vacuum cleaner and somehow open the bag. The missing pieces were not so aware of their surroundings when she was split apart, so they would have to get messy to find out if this was the correct metal monster that stole her arm.