TEST DRIVE MEME

[theflaws]

TEST DRIVE MEME

PREMISE PLOT ARRIVAL SETTING NAVIGATION

01. ARRIVING IN PELEA
A cold wind singing down from the white-capped mountains which hang blue-black in the distance stirs your cheek, the tall grass all around you. A bough creaks as the wind makes it tremble, and the dappled shadows drift over you, leaves rustling. As you blink awake, you hear the quiet hiss of water over stones. You are not where you once were!

You and a large group of strangers are blinking awake, pulling yourselves up off the dirt, grass, and rubble near a small wooded stream. There is no evidence of civilization in sight, and as you exchange stories you realize that you must decide what to do.

Will you head past the trees and towards the mountains? Deeper into the forest? Stay put and wait for help to arrive? You might even try to meet everyone else, and either convince them to band together... or head their separate ways.

02. CITY SLICKER
There are many cities throughout the world of Pelea, and in most of them player characters, the Flaws, are welcomed as curiosities. Whether they're among the passionate, oft thought as hot-headed, but hospitable folk of the Banner or the noble and haughty people of the Empire, your characters will find a wide variety of cultures, races and simply people to interact with and investigate. They could be seeking employment, answers to the mystery of their arrival or other folk like themselves, or a quiet place to drink away their worries.

03. WILDCARD!

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ollie stallworth | original

[sigillum]

arrival

[Ollie wakes with a gasp, scrambling to her feet even as she grabs the knife hidden in her boot, fingers curled tight around the blade as she takes in her surroundings. Trees and dirt and water, none of those things are a metal cell, and it's the only thing that stops her from stabbing the first person she sees. If it was the hunters, she'd be dead. If it were the dealers, she'd be bound and drugged.

That means it's something else.

Slowly, Ollie lowers the knife, but that doesn't stop her from looking like a cornered wild animal.]

the forest

[A witch is a witch is a witch, even when she's taken from her world.

Ollie doesn't have the energy to care about the other people here, not when she desperately needs to get back to her coven, which is why she's already started working on a spell. A lot of what she needs is kept on her person, but there's almost always a fresh ingredient required.

That's what the rabbit she caught is for.

Anyone stumbling upon her better not be squeamish.]

draichurith

[A city is a scary thing, and one with dragons is even scarier, but Ollie needs supplies. More importantly, she needs answers, and she can only hope that someone in this land might have them.

It's going... as well as it can, until she spots a slaver in the street with a young woman in his grip, and suddenly she doesn't care about what she needs. Her survival almost always comes first, but there are some things she can't abide, and chains are one of them.

The whole thing happens surprisingly quickly; Ollie moves, the slaver's throat is slit, the shackles on the woman open, a man shouts, and Ollie runs. It's a bit of a scene, and with at least one armed man in pursuit, Ollie could probably use some help.]

arrival

[fighterflight]

Easy.

[ Not the kind of thing’s any good coming from someone soaked in blood, but this isn’t the time or the place for a wardrobe change. Marlene’s hands are open, empty, pressed out to the sides. It’s a gesture of peace, sure. But it’s one that puts her hands closer to a loose branch if she needs it. ]

You’re alright.

[ Hell of an assumption. Marlene sure as shit shouldn’t be — her ears are still ringing, mouth tastes like copper. But she can feel her aching muscles tense beneath the sticky fabric of her shirt, tense and not tear, and it's been years since she lived that sort of strangeness: the world cracking open with pain, only to weave itself into something new and other.

It’s not the kind sort of nostalgia. ]

There’s a lot of us. [ Simply-stated. Efficient. She jerks her chin to the group beyond, eyes unmoving from Ollie’s. Her brow dips forward slightly, assertive. ] No one knows what's going on.

draichurith

[braavado]

[Having seen what happened, Korra makes a decision in a split-second. There's a bit of a commotion behind Ollie as Korra uses her airbending to trip up the man pursuing the other girl as discreetly as she can.

Then, by ducking through the crowd expertly, she catches up with Ollie, hissing at her.] This way! [Thankfully for the both of them, Korra's already been in Draichurith for a few days--long enough to memorize a few of the handy side streets.]

draichurith.

[scarletcast]

[ Cities are better. Wanda can park quietly somewhere, safe under the constant, fierce projection of leave me be or I'm not here into the minds of those around her. No one in the bars has the information she requires, but it takes more than that to live in the world. She has to understand what they value, how they speak and trade. She senses commotion abruptly as Ollie's intent to kill flares, and hastens there. ]

[ The man corners Ollie, but red snakes around his head. The weapon in his hand hits the cobblestone path with a ringing sound, and he turns sharply on his heel to walk away, rigidly. The glow in her eyes fades as she steps out, looking at Ollie. ]

Are you all right?

marlene | the last of us

[fighterflight]

a. arrival -

[ At a certain point instinct takes over.

Through the pulse-deep bruise of her chest, through the tinny ringing chorus of close-range hearing damage, above the dull shock of panic still lighting her up nerves, that old drive towards purpose sets in.

She doesn't waste time wondering where it went. Spent enough time thinking lately, and that's rough enough when your skull doesn't feel about to split. It's gonna get dark soon. They can't be here when it does.

In the middle of unknown wilderness, Marlene knows better than to expect that help is coming. ]

Hold this. [ She's pressing an old stone into the nearest pair of hands, heavy as a brick and ripped from the little ruined cairn nearby. It's crumbled at one end, inscribed with deep squiggling lines like snakes. ] If we find trouble, hit it.

[ Not a pep talk for the history books, but it’ll have to do. ]


b. the woods -

[ It’s freezing. She’s shivering like a dog, and the stream they've been following hasn't brought them anything except more wet.

But there are more immediate concerns. For the past hour, every hair on her neck’s been standing up with the gut certainty that they're being watched. She's been stalling, trying to imagine what they might be facing, trying to plan. That was a shit idea. They're running out of light.

Better to confront it now, before it's full dark. ]

Stay close. [ Her voice drops. Whatever it is, it doesn’t feel human — but feelings lie all the damn time and she doesn't intend to be overheard. ] There’s something following us. We need to draw it from the group.

[ Congratulations, you’ve been nominated. ]


c. titan's eye lake, the empire -

[ Marlene's done what she can with what she has, but not standing out was a lost cause from the outset.

She's been lurking by a wall for the better part of an hour, counting the drunks that stumble out of the bustling little inn within. This is a quiet, waterside town. Picturesque. None of it matches the hard look on her face.

A straggler bumbles out alone, patting his ragged, furry coat with a hoarse laugh. The pockets are heavier than when he entered. It's a plush thing, looks warm — and poorly-laundered, and a good dozen years out of style. The tell-tale signs of sila trash. Marlene starts after, her meandering stroll not quite disguising a hungry intent.

Maybe you'll put a stop to this before it starts, or maybe you'll come upon her a few minutes later, wrestling wide-eyed with a furious and improbably wealthy badger in an alley. ]


d. wildcard me bruh

titan's eye lake.

[shockput]

[ You people make it very difficult to be Lawful Good. Thor has been here long enough to see the signs; he blends perfectly in Pelea, as a lone traveller. The others do not, and her clothes are similar to Earth's enough to hold his interest. She moves, he follows, the crunch of his boots on the ground deliberate. ]

[ Dropping his voice, ]

If it is clothes and coin you desire, I am a better target.

b. two pissed off women walk into a bar

[snaphiss]

[As far as Mara's concerned, she's not following anybody. She intends to break off from the group the moment it's convenient for her. She's never been a team player, and she doesn't intend to start now, in this strange new world.]

[So when a woman stops and gives orders, Mara stiffens. Who is she to boss Mara Jade around? But in the interest of survival, she listens to what there is to say. It's a tactic she understands.]

You just noticed? [Mara could just faintly, just vaguely sense their tracker if she really concentrated, but she's not about to advertise that. Confirmation that the feeling is more than just a whisper is all she wants or needs.] I can handle it. Can you defend yourself if there's more than one?

[She sounds doubtful.]

b.

[shinpi]

[ To her credit, Mikumo doesn't falter a step as Marlene informs her about something following them. She hopes something and not someone.

With the same half smile she's been wearing since they left, she carries on, hands clasped behind her back. She could almost seem carefree. ]

Can you fight whatever it is? [ She asks calmly, her voice low to match Marlene's. Her steps seem a bit quicker, like she's already starting to wander from the group. Not too far, not until Marlene answers. ]

arrival

[usynlig]

[It's when the rock drops into his numb hands - palms stained with blood, black paint already chipping off the nails - that he snaps to awareness, staring at her like he's been shaken out of a nightmare. After a beat too long he finally finds his grip on it and nods a little, throat bobbing. Understanding, dreading. He'd think it's a pretty damn cool-looking find if his mind wasn't tripping over itself trying to reconcile the recent past with the present.]

So, [He jogs a few paces to close the distance between them, stuffing his cold hands, rock and all, into his hoodie pocket.] who should I be thanking for saving my ass?

[Normally a self-deprecating smile would accompany that sort of question but he hasn't got much in him right this minute.]

mara jade | star wars: legends | ota.

[snaphiss]

a. ARRIVAL.

[Everyone arrives at once, lost and alone in the wilderness. All they have is each other. They must stick together, to survive this threat.]

[Which is why Mara is getting up and leaving the group as soon as she gets her bearings. Feel free to stop her, or watch her go, who knows.]

[As she makes her lonely exit, she pulls a strange metal tube from her belt, and clicks a button. Nothing happens. She clicks it again. Nothing continues to happen. She swears under her breath, and seems about to toss the thing into the underbrush, but she stops herself at the last minute and clicks the useless object back onto her belt.]

[She repeats this motion with a smaller object that some might recognize as a gun or a blaster. This time, she throws it aside without a second thought.]

b. FARMLAND, SHOUSAL.

[So, it's back to this again.]

[Mara shows up in a strange new world, with no status and no one to recognize her name or her abilities. Unlike last time, she knows the drill. Take a job, take any job, and pull yourself back together however you can.]

[This job is almost certainly beneath her. She takes it anyway, because she needs the money. A farmer wants her to clear his land of horned hares. That's fine, except it seems someone else saw the job posting in the local tavern as well. Someone like you.]

[As you approach the farmhouse at the same time as Mara, this can only mean one thing. She frowns. Is she really going to fight someone over a pest control job?]

[...Yes. The answer is yes.] You're in the wrong place. [Ah, ambiguous statements. Maybe she can scare you away.]

c. MARKETPLACE, BANNER.

[Mara is here with her scant earnings for one reason an one reason only: to buy a sword. A real sword, with real metal and a real, physical blade.]

[It's gonna be so weird.]

[But before she can do that, in the throng of a busy crowd, a thief steals someone's purse. Maybe it's your purse, or maybe it's someone else's and you choose to peruse it out of the goodness of your gentle heart. Regardless, Mara is chasing after the thief almost immediately, yelling at everyone nearby to get out of her way. If your goal is to get that purse back, you might want to start with the person making an unholy ruckus over it (and gaining on the theif fast).]

d. WILDKARRDE

[H-h-h-hit me! I'm up for just about anything! Any questions, feel free to PM or hit me up on plurk.]

b. click tap hiss snap we're halfway to cellblock tango

[clicktap]

[ Glokta isn't here to take her job, but he does have one to do. He pauses a judicious ways behind her, leaning heavily on his cane. ]

A navigator and an oracle,

[ He smiles. Maybe someone else could make it pleasant, but here it's just a leer, lips curled back over the gaps in his teeth.]

I admit, farming seems a waste of your talents.

C

[tyranus]

[The child comes within a few steps of a harmless looking old man, tall though he might be. In an instant, he gives the thief a scathing glance followed by a sharp look at the woman pursuing him. He considers a moment, then with a subtle twist of his hand, the boy's feet seem to fly out from under him and he falls to the ground. Even with this subtle display of the Force, he does not give himself away. He has trained too long at his master's side to simply give away what he knows of the Dark Side.

Dooku steps over the child, kneeling to retrieve the stolen purse. He smiles condescendingly at the boy.]

You must learn to mind your feet if this is how you choose to survive.

a

[burnsbright]

[Scout's only about seventeen, but she's thinking along the same lines. Dressed in Mandalorian-provided clothes the only thing that could possibly mark her as a fugitive Jedi Padawan is the one lock of her red hair that's always waywards and curly, suggesting she braids it often but has it loose now.

She was thinking along the same lines, but Scout saw the woman leaving and watched, and experiences a hard derail. This woman has a lightsaber. Why does she have a lightsaber? Jedi, Jedi-hunter, chance? Wait. No! She knows that design. That's the Betrayer's lightsaber. How did she get that lightsaber? This isn't possible!

Scout's had a few years of being pounded around to make a stoic mask, but hiding how she feels isn't in her usual nature. She's staring, naked hope and doubt and terror open on her face.]

c.

[shockput]

[ The thieves here are nimble, and though Thor is careful, he's also not used to being robbed. That coin was hard earned, and he gives chase immediately — only a stranger has had the same idea, and there's now two of them barrelling down the street. She is shouting, people would simply move aside as someone of his size came through, but he drops off, and moves in a different direction so they have the culprit cornered. ]

There is nowhere for you to run. You had best return what you stole from us.

[ This one doesn't just have one purse on him. ]

charlie maxwell | original

[animated]

A | ARRIVAL

[ Charlie has lived long enough that there isn’t much that shocks him, but on the other hand, he’s had enough experience with the ugly side of the magical community that suddenly waking up somewhere totally alien is unsettling to say the least. The second that it dawns on him that he’s not in Kansas anymore, Toto, the wizard gets to his feet, rising to his full and oh-so-impressive five feet and six inches of height.

A cursory glance around confirms he’s not alone. Some kind of mass kidnapping, maybe? But to what end?

He fishes his phone from his pocket, but of course it’s not working. That’s some real horror movie bullshit right there. ]

So if nobody’s gonna say it, I will. Where are we? And don’t give me the line from The Wizard of Oz, because I’ve already thought it.


B | ARRIVAL PART TWO: INTO THE WOODS

[ Wilderness isn’t exactly Charlie’s thing. He like cities, or at the very least clearly marked nature trails and a working MP3 player to keep him company. He’s very out of his depth here, traipsing through the woods as they have been for the last few hours. He’s tired, and no closer to figuring out just what’s happened or where they are.

He’s a little too preoccupied with ruminating on his situation, and doesn’t see the ledge ahead- thankfully the drop isn’t large, just a few feet, but enough o be startling. His feet find the drop off, and on impulse he flails around for the nearest thing to hold onto to keep himself from falling. That thing just happens to be you.

It’s a tossup over whether or not you’re going to go over with him, but that’s one way to get acquainted. ]


C | MARKETPLACE

[ It’s become abundantly clear that Charlie most definitely not in Kansas anymore, and he realizes that running around in jeans and tennis shoes makes him stick out like a sore thumb. No one’s outright bothered him too badly yet, but the way people look at him is a little uncomfortable. He’s able to find a merchant willing to trade his current clothes for some more… inconspicuous ones. Charlie shrugs out of his jacket, to try on one of the ones at the merchant’s stall, but the second he sets it down, one of the people in the crowd snatches it up the instant he sets it down. ]

Hey!

[ Charlie darts after him, doing his best to get through the crowd in spite of his small stature. It’s not so much the jacket he’s worried about, but rather the throwing knives stowed in the lining. He spent a damn long time enchanting those things, and he doesn’t want someone running off with them. ]

Somebody—hey! Stop him!

[ He’s this close to just calling the weapons back by magic but he’s not quite ready to play that card just yet. ]


D | WILDCARD

[ Choose your own adventure! Basic information about Charlie can be found here. You can hit me up with questions or anything else via a PM to his journal or on plurk. ]

a.

[shinpi]

[ Ignoring that what she's wearing is best described as a tube top and a skirt made of tiny, cylindrical canisters, Mikumo cants her head at Charlie's reference. that's not one she recognizes, really. ]

A planet that doesn't allow us to use technology, it seems. [ She answers, pointing at the phone he's trying to get to work. ]

I don't know how we got here. I only just woke up.

Is it the same for you? [ She seems a bit business-like, but so far she doesn't seem to be directing any anger towards him. Outwardly she's all calm. ]

The Dragonborn | Skyrim

[letitallout]

A - Arrival: Not This Shit Again

[Aila takes a moment to appreciate the fact that for once, she's landed reasonably comfortably, curled on her side with the ground taking most of the weight of her pack, none of her weapons digging into anything, and no part of her hurting any more than expected after the day she's had. Small mercies seem the only kind the Divines are capable of delivering. Or maybe she's just turning into a cynic.

Shrugging out of her backpack with a surprisingly graceful wiggle for someone in full armor, Aila sits up, peels off her helmet, and curses though without any real conviction. Nothing's attacking and everyone else is acting just as disoriented as she is--hardly worth any emphatic oaths. Correspondingly, Aila decides to give optimism a try for a change. She's been spared the hike down Tamriel's tallest mountain, at least. A good thing! And this is a perfectly nice woodland, none of that desert or swamp nonsense. And--

Nope. Not working. The gods or the Elder Scrolls or the daedra or what-the-hell-ever need to knock this shit off entirely. Groping around in her pack one-handed, she quickly locates what she's looking for and comes out with a wine bottle. Popping the cork with a dagger and a deft flick of her wrist, she immediately throws back a long swig.]

Well, damn.

[Aila offers the bottle to the nearest other person. She can't be the only one who needs a drink.]

B - Arrival 2: Worst. Scout Trip. Ever.

The weird--and weirdly friendly--redheaded woman in scaly medieval fantasy armor had disappeared into the trees a few hours ago, with a cheerful promise to be back before dark. Now, here she is, with the addition of a dead stag over her shoulders.]

Plenty of game in the woods. Going to be sick of venison by the time we hit a town, though.

[Aila's accent lilts, like she's from Sweden or Norway, though it's been centuries since the Scandinavians regularly wandered around armed with sword and bow.

She drops the deer in a pile of floppy limbs and rolls her shoulders now that the weight's off. From her pack, a well-worn hide affair, she produces a knife, clearly a blade for unglamorous work like skinning and chopping, and squints at the edge.]

Get a fire started while I dress this, would you?

[She turns back to her kill with every confidence a fire is going to happen. As far as Aila's concerned, she's being nice in assigning the easy job to someone else. Dressing a carcass is real gross.]

C - Marketplace: Side Quest

[Aila hadn't meant to get sidetracked in her quest to find out what the hell is going on, but she's a damned sucker for sob stories--so here she is, running errands for a cranky old shopkeeper. The crochety bastard really does need the help; he's clearly got some kind of wasting illness Aila doesn't know how to treat. The least she can do is make things easier on him.

Which is why she's dragging a recalcitrant goat down the street on a lead.

Such a damned sucker.

At last fed up with such cruel treatment as being forced to amble along for several minutes with no food on offer, the goat bleats in protest and pulls back hard enough that the lead rope snaps. It goes tearing off towards whatever its tiny hircine mind is envisioning, such obstacles as market stalls or people no impediment to its run for freedom. After an incredulous moment of wondering why these things happen to her, Aila takes up the chase.]

Get back here, you hairy idiot!

[So yeah, there's a tall, athletic redheaded woman in the marketplace, sprinting after a goat and yelling. Like you do.]

D - Wildcard

[Heroic demigod of legend likes dragon slaying, long walks on the beach or literally any other terrain, and reverse-pickpocketing embarrassing literature onto jarls.]

C, because goats

[teratias]

[Waver's adjusted to certain parts of being a stranger in a strange land well enough. He can get food and lodging for himself without a fuss, he's gotten skilled at not running his mouth at every opportunity, and he's found that he can learn a city's layout if given a few days. Moreover, he's learned what not to bat an eye at when in a new place, lest he betray the fact that he's from another world entirely.

A woman chasing after a goat is something to bat an eye at.

Truth be told, he's about ready to pack it in for the day when the goat barrels past him, and the words hairy idiot makes it clear that this is a problem. So as Aila runs past, he can only offer:]

There's a solid wall up ahead, try and get it to go left. That turn's a dead end.

Mikumo Guynemer ( macross Δ )

[shinpi]

a. they don't have idols in fantasy worlds... ( arrival )

[ This was...

Well it was certainly something else.

Mikumo slowly opens her eyes, feeling the wind cool her cheeks until finally she stirs. She sits up slowly, half aware of the grass around her. She wasn't in any grassy areas the last she recalls. But... she can't recall much. It's all a haze to her as she puts her hand to her head to try to make the world come into focus.

She picks herself up onto her feet, standing straighter to try to take in her surroundings. Solve where she is. How she got here, even.

Yet she looks around and recognizes no one. There's no one else from Walküre among the crowd. No one from Delta platoon that she can see either. No one she can recognize at all.

The wind picks up again and she shivers slightly. She reaches down to change her clothes to fit the terrain and realizes.... She's not actually wearing much. She looks down at herself to find that she's standing in... a bra and panties really. She's also wearing shoes and there's a strange belt with small canisters all around it on her waist as well. She frowns as she tries pushing a button. Then more buttons. Then she's fumbling with everything entirely. Apparently holographic projector clothes don't work too well in a world of no technology.

With a heavy sigh, she walks to the nearest person. ]

Would you happen to have a spare coat I could borrow? [ to her credit, she doesn't look ashamed or embarrassed. Just largely put out. ]

( ooc; slightly nsfw picture of her outfit found here )

b. no one mentioned climbing ( forest )

[ Where here clothes came from is a mystery Mikumo's not likely to answer with more than a smile and a wink.

She stole them off the nearest farm with a clothesline. It was too easy, and she does feel some guilt over it.

For now, she's decided to avoid much of the roads. Where ever she is, it's nothing like where she's from. She's not against travelling by foot in forests, she's done so before, but she is concerned about how much more drastically different this land is to her home.

Either way, she stumbles along blindly. More like gracefully climbs everything but with little direction to go in. She's just trying to find civilization beyond farmers. ]

c. she has few marketable skills in a world of no tech ( banner )

[ It wasn't quite the sprawling civilization she had been hoping to find, in fact it seemed so much more primitive to what she'd been hoping for. But the people were kind and they didn't turn her away. She was just as kind and respectful, especially when food was gifted to her.

So with little to offer in exchange, Mikumo sits by the tribe's fire, closes her eyes, and begins to sing. She chooses a softer song, something sweet and gentle. A little more mournful, maybe, but it fills her heart and she puts her soul into the music.

Afterwards, she slips away from the tribe to the outer edges, arms wrapped around her waist. She debates whether she'll be staying or leaving shortly.

She casts a glance back as she hears steps and smiles. ]

Shouldn't you be enjoying the meal?

d. wildcard

( ooc; anything else you can think of! or pm me if you have any suggestions you want to ask about first. )

B!

[teratias]

[Waver's gotten a lot more confident in navigating since arrival. Not because of magical senses that give him a sense of direction, not because he's using moss to figure out north, but because he's been able to get maps, a decent compass, and manage to be at peace with his feet hurting all the time. That aside, he's come to find that he likes traveling. That, for all the grumpiness he wants to put forward at being dragged into a strange world, he's having a decent time.

And he's also learned that he's going to keep running into people in the strangest places, and that he should just get used to it already. Case in point, Mikumo sticks out as makes the most of a particular shortcut, surprised more by her hair color than anything else.

He blinks, then clears his throat so he doesn't seem like he's sneaking up on her.]

Er. Hello?

Count Dooku | Star Wars

[tyranus]

a. arrival

The Force sustained him, even here. He had woken long before the others and had been given ample time to survey the land. To have arrived on a strange planet was not unusual, but it never ceased to be a problem when one found themselves on an undeveloped planet. From only this small secluded area in the wilderness, he could not yet determine if that was the case. But there was something very unusual about this planet. It did not feel the way it should.

When at last someone else began to stir and wake, he gave them his attention even though he offered no help. "Tell me your name," he commanded.

b. jiaport

They said that in Jiaport, you could buy anything. Whoever had claimed that had clearly not been in the market for an effective communicator. His technical knowledge of such devices were limited, but he had been hoping that with the guidance of the Force he might find the components necessary to construct such a device. It had always been a fool's errand, but he was beginning to exhaust his options for leaving this pitifully primitive planet.

After another disappointing conversation with a local merchant, he was traveling down an empty street until he was confronted by three men with knives. They believed themselves to have gotten the drop on him. He knew better. At first he reached by instinct for his weapon, but he had yet to replace his lightsaber with the local steel.

"You have made a grievous error," he informed them.

"Quiet old man," the leader of the men barked out. "And we'll be having your money."

c. the slave market

"You will find it a reasonable price, no?" asked the slaver as he grinned eagerly at the big muscled brute of a man who was under display.

Dooku had snubbed his nose at slavery early on, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that this was how the world operated. After having fought too many of his own battles, the prospect of conditioning one of the locals into an able bodyguard was an appealing notion. This particular slave looked promising as well given that he was taller than even the Sith himself.

"He is strong," Dooku commented mildly. "As laborers go. This is no warrior."

"He can learn," the slaver insisted. "Surely not hard for one this size, yes?"

"If he survives long enough. I've no interest in this one. Send him away."

"Pah!" the slaver hissed at the big man and thwacked him hard with his rod. "Useless! Useless! Away with you!"

The slave groaned and stared at both the slaver and Sith with hatred in his eyes and for a moment, seemed ready to strike. There was such intensity, that even Dooku could feel the bitterness and loathing play at the edges of his consciousness. He was not unfamiliar with such hatred, but it was the restraint that impressed him. This man hated as strong as the most vicious warriors, but he had learned to obey without yet becoming resigned to his fate.

"Hold," Dooku said. "I've changed my mind. I do believe this one will do nicely after all."

d. wildcard

Elderly Sith Lord tours a medieval world searching for any means of escaping this pitiful planet and return to his role as the leader of the Separatists. Where will he show up next?

a. nice too meet you, too

[letitallout]

Aila had been lying mostly on her face, motionless, thinking dire thoughts about life in general and Elder Scrolls in specific, while a twig worked its way through the opening on her helmet to poke her cheek, because she couldn't even sprawl in a sulk without something annoying happening.

She supposed she should sit up sometime, so she did, wriggling out of her pack and peeling off her helmet, which released strands of red hair that had escaped her braids. Her armor still carried some of the chill from the icy Throat of the World, and water condensed on it from the much warmer, moister air of the lowlands, loosening the dirt and blood smeared all over her.

Annnnnd here was some milk-drinker being an ass. Yes, this seemed like it was going to be one of her usual days.

"Aila Steady-Hand," she said, as though he'd been polite. "Well met, stranger."

That was sarcasm.

Overlord Zetta | Makai Kingdom

[badassfreakingoverlord]

[A cold wind sings down from the mountains, whipping through the tall grass and rustling it. In its depth, a book opens its eyes, staring up at the clouds floating gracefully above.]

Damn... I lost everything.

[His castle... his comfy sofa... his whole freaking netherworld! All gone, thanks to the damn Sacred Tome! It mocked him even now -- even now that he had bound his soul to the damn book, the only way he'd been able to preserve his life. And now here he was, drifting hopelessly in the void between worlds --]

Wait a minute.

[Blue sky. Grass. Wind. No inky empty blackness.]

Where the hell am I?!

[And this rather profane question is all anyone will sense of a new arrival here, unless they come over to investigate the square hole in the gentle grasses...]

Kylo Ren | Star Wars

[renegadejedi]

a.arrival

[There’s something unnerving about waking up somewhere unfamiliar. His helmet prevents his confused expression from being visible as he sits up. This obviously isn’t Starkiller; it’s too lush and warm in comparison to the frigid tundra, and he’s certain this isn’t a planet he’s been on before at all. It begs to question how this has happened, and he’s determined to figure it out how this came to pass and why.

Based on initial observation, it seems as though many of the other people around here are just as disoriented as he is. Ren doubts they’ll be of much use to him, but that’s hardly a concern. Once on his feet, he realises his lightsaber isn’t in its holster. That is more of a concern, along with the growing irritation that he doesn’t know where he is, and his present inability to tap into the Force. It’s yet another thing he can’t explain, and one that’s much more frustrating than inexplicably finding himself in a strange place.

Ren is determined to get to the bottom of this, and stalks off toward the nearby stream, assuming that if he follows the water, eventually he’ll get somewhere with people and answers. If he has to step over the bodies of still-sleeping individuals to get there, so be it.]

b. draichar

[Ren still doesn’t have his answers. Or at least, not the ones he’d like to hear. If anything, it’s made him more irritated about his circumstances, but he’s able to adapt enough to survive. Still having the Force would have been incredibly convenient, but fortunately it wasn’t his only skill. It’s line of thought that brings him to the market in Draichar—he needs a sword and other supplies.

He managed to procure a couple items to trade off of some peasants he encountered during his journey to the city, and after some haggling with a merchant, he trades them for the much-needed sword. It’s strong, durable, and sharp enough that he’s certain that he’ll have few issues with it. It’s just going to be a matter of getting used to its weight, as his preferred weapon was essentially weightless in comparison.

After the transaction is complete, the merchant busies himself with another potential customer. Ren’s about to move along himself, but he pauses when a dagger catches his eye. That would come in handy too, and sense the merchant is distracted, he lifts it and pockets it as he heads off. The merchant won’t miss it, and even if he does, Ren doesn’t care.]


c. wildcard [feel free to throw another scenario at me if you'd like, or pm to work out details.]

A

[badassfreakingoverlord]

HEY!

[The protestation comes not from a body, but from a book that Kylo Ren had firmly planted his big ol' boot straight on. But this book has a face on it, and that face is screwed up in pain.]

What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't anyone teach you to not step on Overlords!?

warden surana | dragon age

[unabatedly]

arrival;

[ Nightmares are at the forefront of Neria's dreams and thoughts in those hazy in-between moments between the dark of slumber and wakefulness. Her body feels heavy as she begins to stir in the tall grasses, too warm, not at all like her home. A hulking, heavy body rests against her and she hears whimpering in her ears, a warm tongue finding her cheek. She swats her large dog away gently, attempting to rise with his massive head beneath her arm. ]

I feel like a damned stone.

[ The dog has little to say about that, nudging her still until she manages to get to her feet. Her belongings are scattered a bit, her sword unbuckled and thrown to the side, her staff and pack in a patch of crushed grass. Pulling her long braid to the side, Neria looks up as someone bends to pick up her staff. With care, she picks herself up onto her feet, brushing off the half-cloak she wears over worn leather armor. If she has rank or station, it is not clear. ]

Oh-- That's mine. My apologies, I have no idea what's happened.

[ Or, more importantly, where they are. ]


of dogs and horses (thornbarrow);

[ Walking isn't an issue, really. She's traveled on foot all over Ferelden in a single year and has the calluses to prove it. But the maps she's seen tell her that Pelea is far larger than her homeland and the thought of crossing over so many mountains and valleys without much in the way of rest is...well, tiring. Just looking at the damn map is tiring. She hasn't the faintest where she can go but she's a mage, and the Empire sounds the best place to begin. Magic brought her into Pelea and magic will help her return home.

So she's bought a horse, a beautiful and dark creature with sturdy legs. That isn't so abnormal.

No, what's strange is that she's also trying to buy a small wagon for the dog to ride in. ]

You can't imagine he can walk all that way. I mean, look at him.

[ Yes, the hefty dog that's clearly all muscle will have a hard time traveling. He puffs out a long, billowing sigh, his jowels flapping almost comically. It's as if he understands the conversation his partner is having with the older woman she's bartering with. Neria hardly sounds even serious about the whole affair, smiling while the woman does her best to accommodate her. She has the gold for it, even if it isn't in Pelean currency. ]

He's not fit for mountain climbing. [ But, miss, neither is the horse. ] The horse is better prepared, though!

[ The woman looks entirely put upon. Neria only smiles and shakes her head. ]

Do you at least have some kind of small cart for vegetables. I'm sure it'll be sturdy enough for his bulk.

[ The woman nods, hastily returning to her shed to look for something. A few people are watching, several giving disdainful looks at Neria. She's an uppity elf flashing around coin. She pays those people no mind. This isn't the first time people have looked down upon her for her race and it won't be the last. ]


anything your heart wants (jiaport);

[ There's nothing you can't buy in Jiaport...except, seemingly, elfroot. Or what Neria considers elfroot. So she's left to scour the shelves of every shop she can come across for other magical items, herbs, and even books. She doesn't have the coin for half of these items - and isn't going to steal any, thank you, she just wants to look - but they're good to recognize and stow in the back of her mind for a later date, when she's able to touch the Fade again. When she can use her magic once more. She feels so empty without it, so normal. Now, no one can hate her for what she can do.

Well, except for the people who don't like elves. There are still plenty of them around.

Neria reaches for a particular crystal hanging from a short wire, intricately held and glittering in the light. She holds it with great care as she studies it. The shop owner tells her (as he's busy tending to another customer) that it's a crystal meant to harness magical energies and aid in casting. She thanks him for the information and continues to look at it, snorting softly to herself. ]

A shame. I doubt it'd help me now.

[ She goes to put it back and nearly bumps into someone else's hand, and she gives a sideways smile, apologetic. ]

I'm sorry, were you looking at this too?


wildcard;

[ Anything and everything! Tavern trawling, fighting, whatever you want.

Of note, Neria is from the elven mage backstory for Dragon Age: Origins, so she definitely has those elf ears even if her PB doesn't reflect that. ]

Jiapoooooort

[badassfreakingoverlord]

The stats on it are crap anyway.

[The answer comes not from the green-haired girl who smiles vapidly at Neria, but from the book she holds in her hands. If a book can look haughty, this one certainly does. It helps that it has a face.]

All of this stuff is garbage, actually.

piper wright / fallout 4

[publickenemy]

arrival

[ there's so much goddamn green around her. Not the chipped and painted walls of Diamond City or glare of neon signs on the ground but the vibrant green of living grass, and trees. Not the little potted thing she'd tried to keep in her office and promptly forgot about as she had a lot more on her mind at the time -- a big story, looking out for her sister.

This is nowhere that Piper is familiar with, she can tell that in almost an instant. Standing up, she brushes off her coat and looks around. Oh, sure she's definitely worried -- after all, she's only been reporting about the Institute for months now. Being a reporter of her standing (the only reporter of her standing, and that's not being boastful, it's just the truth as very few people are interested in telling the stories, keeping people updated and informed), she might as well have painted a large target on her back for them "kidnap and replace me, I'm onto you".

If that's what was really going on around here. People nearby weren't looking much happier than she felt, most wore the same lost and confused expression. ]

When I said I wanted to hit the road again, this isn't what I had in mind.

marketplace

[ Of course they wouldn't take caps here, it renders the entire pouch in her jacket useless -- thanks, oh foreign marketplace. Still, she's has a small amount of money from trading to browse and there are plenty of people to question so Piper doesn't think this will be a complete bust.

Half of the stuff people are selling are something straight out of a children's book -- mystic looking herbs and jewelry, swords and smaller blades but not a single gun in sight. This place has even less in the way of technology. She doesn't bother changing her clothes in an effort to blend in, with any luck she'll be out of here soon enough with a new story to report.

It's all going pretty smoothly until some bozo runs right into her without a word or slowing down, pulling with him the small pouch with her belongings and coin she carried. Like Hell, is she going to let him have her candy and cigarettes. Piper is suddenly pushing at people trying to catch up with him. ]

Hey! Get back here with those!

wildcard me

[ maybe you're her current victim interviewee, or tavern buddy. Go wild. ]

hitting that tavern

[usynlig]

[She doesn't have that renn fair, old-timey look to her like so many others he has seen. That has to mean something.]

...You too? [He says, offering her a tired, pursed-lipped smile from under the black hood of his sweather. He's been milling around the counter for a while, half-absently turning a glass of beer in his fingers ordered more for the familiarity of it than anything else. No coffee shop or library found along the way yet.

The black polish on his nails has begun to peel, pads of his fingers still stained with old blood. His sweater is too, a big blot camouflaged by his typical all-black ensemble.]

Glitch | Original

[glitchinthesystem]

1) Arriving through a tear
[ He's falling, falling. He'd just been leaving work, minding his own business. Sure, maybe going the back way home to try and knick something off the delivery carts was maybe not the best idea. But, come on! Who doesn't want to have their very own bag or change of shirt? It's when he felt the air pick up and his feet leave the ground.

He's tossed about in wind and air and hits the ground hard and everything's black. He's not sure how much time passes but he finally awakens, feeling groggy and sore. He clutches at his stomach as he rolls onto his side, something wet hitting his face. When Glitch finally opens his eyes he's not greeted by the usual dark, gloomy and mechanical interior. Water, trees, grass. Everything living and foreign surrounds him and he stares in complete befuddlement. Did he die? He's not even paying attention to the other people he just stands and stumbles about completely dumbfounded.

There were living things out here. Trees, grass, water. Not the annihilated wasteland he expected with the outside. Maybe he was thrown outside and went completely crazy...but either way when he finally does realize there is someone else here, he looks over.]

Are you seeing this shit?

2) The forest
[ Having no real survival training, Glitch has stuck close to the group he found himself with. He looks fairly uncomfortable, strangers often did that. But, it's his best chance at survival. He wanders behind a bit when his eye catches sight of something. A tree, decorated with shiny, red, balls. Looking back to the people then back to the tree he wanders a bit closer only to realize what they are. And the expression? It's like a kid at Christmas. ]

Holy fucking shit! APPLES! I FUCKING FOUND APPLES! [ don't mind him as he goes charging towards it. It's certainly not a trap or anything. ]

3) Marketplace
[ Well, this is definitely something he's kind of use to. People buying and selling things. Though he's more use to just buying food...a very meager amount of food. This though? It's a very old world kind of set up. He looks at the things on sale with a frown and mutters: ]

I bet I could knick one of these things and no one would eeeever know.

4) Wildcard me

3

[braavado]

[Bad luck for him, Korra just happens to be standing next to him at the booth. She doesn't even try to hold back the roll of her eyes.]

What kind of thief says he's going to be stealing something right before he does it? [She keeps her voice low, but that doesn't hide the judgment in her tone. ]

[checkoutmyttk]

Arrival

[It's not the first time Kon's woken up in a strange place with no clue how he got there, and it will not be the last. Still, he wonders how he gets himself into these things. One moment he'd been making the commute from the Young Justice cave back to Hawaii, and then suddenly he'd been waking up near a forest in the middle of nowhere. There's a mountain range in the distance that he has never seen before and he wonders idly if he'd been caught in some sort of storm, maybe hit his head and landed somewhere off course.

Kon groans and rises to his feet and then continues rising until he's hovering a few feet in the air. One hand reaches for his head and he frowns. He doesn't feel like he hit his head or has any sort of a concussion. It's only then he notices the others rising as well. Uh. Well then. This is all very cultish and weird. Okay then.]

Riiight. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto. [He mumbles for his own sake since he is distinctly lacking in a small dog, what with Krypto being back in Hawaii. (Something for which he's immensely grateful given the obnoxious little mutt's disdain for all things Superboy.) And really, if he was in Kansas, superman would be here by now.

He floats around for a while in an effort to find any kind of landmark that will tell him where he is and when that fails, uses his super hearing to guide him to the first voice he can pick up and approach the person with a sheepish grin.]

Hey so, any chance you can tell me where we are and how we got here? I'm kinda getting some freaky kidnapping vibes but personally I'm still hoping that a freak storm pushed me into a forest with some very overdressed hikers.

[highflights]

[ Said person is wearing a familiar blue and red uniform, a more than familiar S, and squinting at him in something that marries shock and delight. ]

Uhm —?