
Welcome to the Rekindle Test Drive!Trying to see if a character will fit or work in the setting? Need some interaction samples? Well this meme is for you! Make a post, tag around, and most importantly, have fun! Here's the setting page for those who want to learn a little more about the city itself. Then don't forget to go reserve your character in a week when they open. Here's some prompts to help you get started, if you need it: | | Option 1 | [While the days grow longer and warmer and the older, oriental-style of the city would normally make one think that the interiors would not be much in the way of relief from the hot sun, it may surprise the guest to see that the apartments the natives have allocated for them are surprisingly comfortable. In fact, the only modern convenience they may be missing is a television set! At least, outside the media floor on the first floor of Building One - the first of four inter-connected buildings.
In fact, each apartment building seems to have at least one different amenity on the first floor. In Building Two they seemed to even spare a library in another that seems to have the basics and some information packets that are otherwise found in the Welcome Center in District 2. There are even a few restaurants and common dining areas in the Building Three that are open until late at night, and meeting areas and a ballroom on the first floor in Building Four, perfect for setting up small parties or big events.
With the locals gone save those who work in the restaurants and the one librarian, leaving you to your own devices, what will you do? What mysteries could be left to discover in this place?] | | Option 2 | [With summer coming, the water level in the river is starting to go down, exposing some of the beach. The Riverside Shack is open late, and its restaurant is pulling out all the stops and offering seafood specials (even though a river is a far cry from an ocean). The rental store, meanwhile, is finally bringing out more of its swimming supplies, inner tubes and pool noodles, and a calmer stretch of the river has been roped off with buoys for swimming. They even have lifeguards chairs set up. Clearly this sort of thing used to be an annual event.
It's not quite an ocean beach (quite different actually), but there's still plenty of chance to have fun in the water. Or teach someone to swim, perhaps.] | | Option 3 | [If you're more inclined to explore or learn, the City's Learning Center might be more to your tastes. There certainly seems to be a lot going on here - there's laboratories and libraries and workshops, and plenty of communal areas where you can meet and talk with people. The natives seem pretty absorbed with their studies and work, though they're polite in brushing you off, at least.
Perhaps you'll have more luck seeing what other Guests such as yourself have discovered?] | | Option 4 | [Whoops. Looks like you haven't taken the cautionary words of the other NPCs to heart, or maybe you just wanted to take your chances. Either way, the withdrawal symptoms have started and you need to find someone to hug quickly before you get even more sick.] | | Option 5 | [If there's something else you wanted to play with, that you didn't see here, then have fun with that. You've just arrived in a strange city, after all. There's got to be plenty to explore out and about, not to mention people to meet.] |
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yes :'c
[He's trying so hard to block his Grace, to keep it from picking up her thoughts, her feelings. It didn't help that he was so attuned to her that he could pick her out in a crowd of people. Even if that crowd had all their thoughts turned on him, he'd still be able to find Katsa.]
I know feelings, intentions. Not completely unlike foresight, I suppose. And I sometimes know what people are thinking. I only thoughts about me. Nothing more.
[Po wants to take a step forward, to try to embrace her but he stops himself. It's better this way and less provocative. He'd been thinking about what to do if Katsa ever returned. He could let her go, like she wanted he was sure, and he could be alone without anyone to bother him.
And for some reason, that hurt more than he thought it could.]
........................... maybe
[Katsa doesn’t bother cocking her fist before letting it fly toward his stomach, or properly protecting her hand, should her blow land where she’s aimed. To her, it represents a vanity and showmanship in her abilities that she’s never had to pretend with him. She thinks that word loudly, hoping he hears it, hoping it hurts and remembering the crack his skull had made against the floor that day when she’d been so angry. Today, she is angrier.]
okay maybe
[It lands. Too slow did he realize that she was going to attack him. He was so focused on her and what was around them rather than her actions, her body language. Not that it would have changed anything. He'd told her once that he wouldn't solve a disagreement between them by fighting.
Clutching at his stomach, Po drops to the ground. He doesn't make any attempt to get up, he's too disoriented for that, and he doesn't move to defend himself. And her thoughts aren't helping. He's sure she's doing it on purpose and that only makes him feel worse.]
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She stands over him, still glowering and now shaking for a reason that she cannot put a name to. Perhaps, she thinks bitterly, Po will be able to name it for her. But she doesn’t want to hit him again, and perhaps that’s part of her frustration. She’d promised not to strike out at him, not after that day when she’d lost her temper. She can still recall the echo of his infuriatingly calm voice in her mind, telling her that their sparring is supposed to be beneficial to them both, and that he won’t fight her when she’s in a temper.
Does that mean he won’t defend himself, either? Does it mean that he won’t fight her when her anger is for him and the lies he’s told, instead of her uncle’s desire to keep her like regular people keep birds? She can’t consider him a friend, not while knowing that he’s misrepresented himself, and for so long.]
Fight back. [Katsa can see, now, that he seems disoriented. Before, he was much quicker to return to his feet, and though she’d knocked her full weight into his gut, he’s taken far worse beatings from her.] Fight back, Po.
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[He works to catch his breath, wincing in pain as he tries to get back to his feet but stumbles back instead. He can only be thankful that Katsa doesn't seem to want to hit him again.]
I won't solve a disagreement between us with blows. You're angry at me and you've every right to be.
[He wasn't going to try getting up again. If she changes her mind at all, he'll be less of temptation to hit. Or she'd kick him.]
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Katsa can feel her rage begin to ebb away, aided by the rush that came with knocking him to the ground, and she breathes in carefully, slowly. If he’s agreed with her in some small measure then she should at least attempt not to yell at him again, not for a while, anyway.
Oh… but why hadn’t Po simply told her? He said he'd trusted her. Easily done, she supposes, with a talent like his.] And you have none. [Her voice is less accusing, but only just.] I can't know what you've seen in my mind, or what you've felt.
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I've seen that you like my eyes.
[He cracks a smirk but it's gone as quickly as it came. It occurs to him what he had done before.]
I've always been careless about hiding my Grace from you. So... I can tell you every time I hear one of your thoughts or whenever I sense one of your feelings in regards to me. If that would make it easier on you.
[He hates having to start over. He and Katsa had come so far and now it was all gone.]
check-mate ??
It would be easier if you extended me the same advantage. [She wants the sense of equality back, even if it had been false before.] If you're to know my thoughts and feelings then I should know yours, as well.
check-mate indeed
He calms down quickly though.]
That seems fair enough. Shall I start now.
po plz
[She is equal parts incredulous and curious. Not many have had the courage to express their opinions of her in her presence.]
katsa plz :|
There is but where to start?
[Smallest of pauses and then:]
We'll start with you. You're angry at me, but you're calming down. You wonder if I'm afraid of you, which I'm not. You think me a bit arrogant and your trust in me feels like it's very fragile.
[And he pauses again, taking a breath to steady himself. Sweet Lienid, it's hard doing this right now.]
As for myself, I'm dizzy and nauseous, incredibly tired. I'm glad that you haven't your horse with you, the poor beast needs a good long break. I'm wondering how my grandfather is doing and if my cousin, Bitterblue, is safe. I'm also wondering how we're going to deal with King Leck and I think I've reopened one of my wounds.