TEST DRIVE MEME: APRIL APP AROUND EDITION

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping next round? PUT THEM HERE! • Threads here can count as your third person sample! • Comment with your character's name and canon! • This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :) • You're never late! This doesn't "close" until next month's opens. • Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you! Reserves are here, and open on March 30th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on April 6th at 12:01AM CST. OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out into the city to find it in a caught in a series of small earthquakes. They are neither consistent nor severe, but quiet tremors seem to have been shaking the city all day. Some are spaced minutes apart, while the city rests for hours between others. While there seems to be no serious structural damage, some of the city's Natives can be found outside, trying to reinforce windows and right their overturned chairs and tables. Watch your step, or maybe even try to help out - they look like they'd appreciate it! Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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Jaqen H'ghar » ASOIAF

[unfaced]

[ The faceless maids had amused him. No, the entire situation had this odd bit of humor about itself. Right up until he discovered that he was stuck, in a way that had nothing to do with the city. This problem was more of a... facial one.

They hadn't been joking, those faceless ladies.

He comes to terms with it quickly, assuming that, sooner or later, there would be an opportunity to solve this. Until then? Well. He takes a long look at his own reflection in a window and decides that he could have been stuck with worse. Inconvenient, but bearable. His armor is intact, too... All in all, things could be worse.

Just then, the ground begins to shake. Called it. ]

Can't a man be granted a little peace?

[miss_merryweather]

What was that?

[ Uttered by a most aristocratic little voice from somewhere behind him.

Maria's from England, she's not exactly used to earthquakes. ]

[unfaced]

The earth shakes. It means no harm.

[ Oh no. Little girl. Little girl with an undertone in her voice that he doesn't like at all. Not for personal reasons, but he just murdered rather a lot of men over a clever girl, and this one has this air of trouble about her, too.

Just as if to defy his words, something cracks unpleasantly behind them. ]

A man stands corrected. A little harm.

[miss_merryweather]

[ At least this one doesn't look much at all like the one who got him in trouble. In fact she looks more like her older sister, not that Jaqen would know.

He is rather right, however, in assuming that there is a somewhat similar personality there. In some areas at least. The troublesome ones. ]

The earth is shaking? Why?

[ Is the city going to come down around them? Are they under attack?

Is she going to have to bust out that super strength of hers? ]

[unfaced]

[ He will know, in due time, and then he will have another reason to question her. ]

It does as it is wont to do.

[ Science with Jaqen. There's a reason he won't sign up as a teacher. ]

A man does not know all of its mysteries.

[ Again, that awful creaking noise. ]

Though he understands that it wills us to move.

[ He gives his reflection on last glance, then begins to do as he just suggested: a couple steps away from that building. ]

[miss_merryweather]

[ Well, that was hardly an informative answer. He's not a very useful fellow, is he? ]

You speak very oddly.

[ Though she can certainly see his point about the building, and so she follows him when he steps away from it.

Congratulations Jaqen, you just became her escort. ]

[unfaced]

[ Why do these things happen to him? ]

So does a girl.

[ Oh, damn straight he just imitated her accent. ]

[miss_merryweather]

[ Because he's fabulous? ]

I do not.

[ That is so not what she sounds like, Jaqen, no way. Huff! ]

[unfaced]

[ He smiles. ]

She does.

[ But he also knows better than to tease her further. It wouldn't look good. ]

Does a man's speech bother her?

[miss_merryweather]

Of course not.

[ He isn't even really the oddest person she's ever met. Marmaduke Scarlett is a rather hard act to follow in that department. ]

I was just saying.

[unfaced]

[ If only he could change his face in front of her. Pretty sure that would be impressive enough. ]

Where is she from, this peculiar girl?

[miss_merryweather]

She's from England.

[ Will that even mean anything to him? Who knows in this strange place. ]

Where are you from?

[unfaced]

[ Not a clue. He'll have to inquire, though. It interests him. ]

A man comes from the Free City of Lorath, situated in the land of Essos.

[valardohaeris]

[ it isn't a voice that arya is going to forget in a long time.

the earthquakes are bothersome, but she'd rather that than any number of less pleasant circumstances - being in her welcome house while jaime lannister is around being number one - so she braves the shakes and tries to get through some errands. the more she works the sooner she can get out of there, anyhow. she's caught up enough in carefully choosing her steps, darting around fallen obstacles and generally keeping out of harms reach that she almost misses him entirely, because she's long given up hope of seeing a familiar face around here that she doesn't want dead.

arya hears his voice though, and she freezes for a moment. she stops, stares, and then marches up to him without any further hesitation. in these troubled times, she still isn't quite sure if she wants to hug him or hit him. in the end it's neither though, and she just stops a few feet away before folding her arms over her chest. ]

You have your face back.

[ hi friend nice to see you again ]

[unfaced]

[ he has last seen her less than an hour ago, at least that is what it feels like. he had reached up to change his features, and, supposedly, vanished right before her eyes instead, only to turn up again in this city.

it has been a small pain. she may be trouble, but she was also bright. clever. quick. not as merciful as one would suspect. she has what it would take -- but he never quite got to the offer.

then again, if she recalls him changing his face, and doesn't question his 'disappearance'... perhaps times don't quite align. perhaps she had asked the right question and he'd answered it. ]

A city insisted, and now Jaqen H'ghar will have to live on. Are you pleased?

[ he smiles. still, this is important. for all he knows, she could know about the faceless men, and that isn't the kind of thing he'd like to be known for all over the city. yet. ]

[valardohaeris]

[ it has definitely been longer by arya's reckoning. moments away from boarding a ship with his coin and far wearied of the world, she probably doesn't even look that different. a little cleaner, maybe, a little longer in the hair, but jaqen always seemed to know before. perhaps he understood now.

at any rate, she's never been in the business of sharing very much, so it will very much remains unsaid. ]

No. [ yes, but she's as sullen and stubborn as ever, and caring about people hasn't gotten her very far up until now. ] Maybe. You left.

[ it's more honest an admission than she's expecting, and though the surprise disappears from her features quickly they're still most definitely there - even if only for an instant.

with a small shrug of her shoulders, she pointedly turns her gaze away. ]

You shouldn't have gone.

[ and that is about as close to an 'i missed you' as anyone will ever get from arya stark. ]

[unfaced]

[ he supposes he did leave as planned, then. if he had been any other man, a normal man, then she would be right - he shouldn't have gone. she had been in dire need of help. of a friend.

but such men need names that do not change and faces that always stay the same. he is No One, and he must serve, like they all must, until he dies, like they all do. even if his mission is temporarily delayed, and most likely needs to be started from scratch once he returns... that's beside the point. he is no ordinary man.

still, he knows himself. there is something he would have done before leaving her, just because, perhaps, not all of the times when he called himself a friend were lies.

of course, he may well be wrong nonetheless. this place plays a strange game. ]

A man would not have left without an offer. A gift, mayhaps.

[ if anything, she might tell him why he did not. if he did, in fact, not. ]