Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
The reserve date has been announced (it was changed to the 30th to allow a maximum number of people compared to a Friday).
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
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Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
SCENARIO FOUR: The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
[ He'd known there would be consequences for flying off. Really, he had - when had he ever done something that went against the wishes of Vriska Serket and come away from it okay? Tavros had expected something, anything -- but waking up shivering and cold in a room full of humans was pretty solidly not one of them.
Being alive also most certainly wasn't, either.
They didn't know much about that -- no one did, really, asking about dreambubbles and games had only gotten him weird looks and placating smiles -- they just handed him what they thought he needed to know and let him go when the disquieting idea of a place made just to fix sick people had finally made him run. And Tavros, being Tavros, could not quite stop himself from pouring over them. ]
This, [ he flipped Bunnyipyips and You off to the side (and grabs it a second later because you never know when a bestiary could come in handy), sinking back against the bench and heaving a long-suffering sigh ] is pretty much just, the most unexpected, and not-good thing so far.
Except maybe, being alive, with my actual legs and, fully functioning organs. That's sort of nice.
[ Being alive had never really done him any favors - but maybe this time it wouldn't be like that. If there was no game, then seriously, where was the harm? No Vriska, either. Maybe no one else. Maybe it was just him here with all of these nice people.. and monsters, but what were the chances of running into one? There's no way he was turning into one. They were just crazy.
He wiggled his toes, looking up. Maybe they were just playng some horrible prank on him? This could, in theory, be some kind of busted dreambubble... or, maybe a dream within a dream? After all, it's not like monsters like that were really real -- okay, well, rainbow drinkers were real. But bunnyipyips? Werewolves? What even was a wolf? Definitely sounded madeup. Maybe he should ask someone else. ]
Excuse me? [ The first passerby gets a slight wave of his hand for attention. ] I just, got here? And I was wondering if, maybe, I could get some help?
2.
[ Great.
Navigating dreambubbles had been easier than this. You just had to think of where you wanted to be and there you were. No problems. He remembered spending what must have been sweeps staggering around the desert with Vriska, hunting for anything and everything left over from other people's memories. They'd been purposefully trying to be lost, and every sight of a familiar landmark had been met with frustration.
Total opposite of now. He's not even able to find his own footsteps. He'd tried.
Being lost wasn't what bothered him (though distantly he remembered that things like eating and sleeping were no longer just things you do for fun, they were vital to continued aliveness) it was the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, each echoing squelch of his feet against mud a reminder of how open and defenseless he was. ]
Hello? Ominously giggling voices, who, I am hoping are friendly? Could you please, maybe, giggle in the direction of the exit?
[ No answer. Tavros fidgeted, twisting around and deciding to try the way he came. In the distance he sees a shape in the dark. There's a sick feeling, a moment of elation at not being alone and a thick knot of dread at what that could actually mean. ] Hello?
3. & 4.
[ And then the fog rolled in.
The woods are thick and impossible to navigate to begin with, but the added fog makes it that much worse. Tavros can't see and if that wasn't enough to panic, he starts to feel sick. A deep, soul-sucking sick - something is wrong and he knows it, but here he is still stuck in the middle of nowhere, and no matter how far he goes that's only more nothing.
He starts at a run.
Hands out in front of him, the occasional glance behind his shoulder just in case and it's one of those glances that costs him, innate bad luck catching his foot on a branch and sending him arse over teakettle. He skids across the mud, hitting what surely has to be a tree.
Well.
Up until it makes a sound. Tavros opens his mouth to apologize (ask for help, how the hell do you get out of this place?) but doesn't manage to get the words out, instead he bites down on the inside of his cheek and twists inward as some sharp, stabbing pain rips through his limbs. ]
bonus!
< adiostoreador > sO i KNOW THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE, wHO ARE ALSO CONFUSED, aND THAT MAYBE i SHOULD JUST, lISTEN TO WHAT PEOPLE TOLD THEM, aND, aSK A QUESTION THERE, bUT i HAVE MOSTLY BEEN WONDERING, wHY IT IS THAT THE PEOPLE HERE ARE SO NICE TO US, oR AT LEAST, aRE NICE, tO OUR FACES, aND IF MAYBE WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING NICE FOR THEM, sINCE THEY DO THAT, sO THAT MAYBE THEY WILL CONTINUE TO BE NICE, aND, nOT BURN US, oR SOMETHING HORRIBLE, a LITTLE GRATITUDE, cAN GO A LONG WAY, aND ALSO, i WAS WONDERING IF MAYBE, i COULD FIND A TAILOR, sINCE, mY HORNS ARE TOO BIG, aND I KEEP TEARING THE ONES, tHAT WEREN'T MADE FOR THEM, }:(
Edited 2015-05-23 22:28 (UTC)
Tavros your timing is so bad with that burning thing you don't even know.
tHAT'S SORT OF UPSETTING, bUT i GUESS, i CAN UNDERSTAND WHY THEY WOULD BE UPSET, aLL THINGS CONSIDERED, bUT WHAT ABOUT NOT BURNING, i, sORT OF MEANT, mETAPHORICAL BURNING,
I didn't even think these old things had caplock but I think your capslock is on?
Anyway-
It wasn't metaphorical. There were a lot of good people, like-
The people who showed up here didn't have a choice. Some of the locals were upset, but nobody deserves to get BURNED to death. I'd be careful here. That's all I've got to say about that.
Oh. Oh. OH. WOW. Oh wow, that is not okay. Like -- not at all, or remotely, and wow he stumbled in and tripped all over that. ]
oH MY GOD, tHAT WAS DEFINITELY A JERKISH, aND INSENSITIVE THING OF ME TO DO, eVEN IF i DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS AN ACTUAL THING THAT HAPPENED, i, wOW, i'M SORRY, i'LL BE CAREFUL,
So you need clothing to fit around horns? [This is the first he's heard of anyone showing up with horns, but hey- in the grand scheme of things he's seen in this place that's not all that weird.]
[The forest was his. The forest had been his since... Well, since he'd started turning green and sprouting foreign plants and twigs and flowers from every inch of him. Lager Woods wasn't his home turf, but it was where most of the fresh blood decided to wander after being discharged. Today seemed to be no different. After not even an hour of flitting about the treetops like a crazed squirrel, Gamzee found himself baring his fangs down at a wandering newbie, licking his sappy, drool-covered chops with a slimy, purple tongue.]
[It was hard to make out the exact details of his future meal, but the gnawing hunger in his thorny gut wasn't nearly as shallow and superficial as he was. As long as it had flesh to tear and meat to chew and blood to spill, it was the perfect contender for dinner - and Tavros fit that bill perfectly.]
[His claws and limbs were now so proficient at moving from tree to tree, there was hardly a sound as Gamzee followed the boy deeper into the forest, making sure they were far enough away from any civilization so that his inevitable screams for help would be drowned out by the thick of the trees.]
[When they were surrounded by thick brush, Gamzee struck, leaping down from a tall branch and knocking himself directly into the torso of his prey, intending to knock them down and sink his gigantic fangs into the sweet spot between neck and collarbone.]
[However, as soon as they'd collided, an all-too-familiar scent absolutely flooded Gamzee's senses, stunning him enough to send his glassy, green eyes snapping open and his body to fling itself away from his would-be victim until he was thudding unceremoniously against the dirt a few feet away.]
[All he could do was try to reorient himself, try to shake away the scent that couldn't be who he'd remembered it to belong to. Having lost the night-vision he'd had as a troll, Tavros was still hard to make out, but the shape of those horns weren't too common a silhouette on anyone else.]
Holy fuck...!
[It was all he could say, still reeling from all of this. Was he hallucinating? Did he really come that close to tearing Tavros' throat out? Was this even Tavros? This was too much for his brain...]
[ He'd been alive for less than a day and he was about to die again.
That suited his luck, didn't it? He ran off when Vriska told him to stay, warned him that he'd died, trying to salvage his dignity and yet again here he was. Staring death in the face for his own stupid, confident hubris. Tavros seizes up (and damnit, damnit, damnit wasn't that always his problem? never able to act when he should) and brings his arms up as a weak defense seconds too late, waiting for death to come --
but it didn't.
He lays flat on his back for a minute, too stunned to process anything and god damn, god damn it. He shoves himself up and fumbles for a weapon, fingers closing around a wispy broken branch. By the time he's up, his would-be killer has spoken and at once he's not sure if he's relieved or not. It... sounds like Gamzee. Or how he'd imagine Gamzee to sound after a few sweeps - and the spiral of his horns is familiar, but that's about it. ]
... Gamzee?
[ It had been... well. Sweeps. Eternal sweeps. Time doesn't have a meaning in dream bubbles, after a while everything just felt like disconnected moments strung together. But he's reasonably certain that's not what Gamzee looked like. As much as he'd like to drop his guard and be relieved, he can't. Gamzee had always been a true and loyal friend, one of the few people he'd ever felt completely comfortable around, but things change.
People change.
And he sort of remembers being alive for fleeting seconds as a horrible abomination, fused with his killer (which he'd admit, hadn't actually been that terrible if he were to consider it) and a clown watching with placid pride.
He holds the branch a little tighter, shuffling back a few inches until he can convince his shaking legs that they can, in fact, support his weight. ]
[As much as everything did and had changed, the small spot in Gamzee's already-miniscule thinkpan that was perpetually reserved for Tavros had remained largely unchanged. That wasn't to say that he'd felt exactly the same towards the kid as he had sweeps and sweeps ago, but... If there was anyone left for Gamzee to feel fond of, it was Tavros.]
[Look at him, grabbing for that flimsy excuse for a weapon as if it was merely an afterthought. If this boy were anyone else, Gamzee would have delighted in how he was blessed with such docile, inept prey. As it stood now, however, he wasn't sure if this encounter was a blessing, or otherwise.]
[For starters, it's not like Gamzee looked like his old self anymore. If one looked hard enough, it was easy to tell who he used to be, if one also happened to be familiar with his troll self, but the changes he'd gone through were so stark and obscene that he wasn't even sure he wanted to be recognized.]
[What else could he do, though? He'd plaster an awed grin all over his face, pushing himself up onto his bare feet and extending a green, clawed hand out to his former(?) bro.]
Can't motherfuckin' say all on what's I be bein' too fucking stoked as what's I could be on seeing at your ass, yo.
[ He stares at the hand for a moment, too dumbfounded for words.
Should he be mad? Happy? Absolutely terrified? Probably all three, but for now he was stuck on this is bad and Vriska was right. Way to go, Tavros, stumbled head first into mortal peril as usual. His jaw works but the words don't come - if he accepts that hand, would Gamzee kill him?
It wasn't like he didn't know leijons and leijons of dead Nepetas who would gladly vouch for the fact that the gentlest of them all was no longer so. But if Gamzee was going to kill him then - well, it wasn't like he would have much say in the matter. Maybe time to scream but really, what good would that do in the long run?
Man.
This was why being dead had been better. No need to be afraid. ]
I think that, the feeling is mutual. [ It's not... anything, really. Not confident, not scared, just words to fill silence. Just defeat, like, oh of course I did it again. Frustration mounts but what is he going to do? Even without... whatever is going on there, he's never been a match for Gamzee. He accepts the offered hand tentatively.
But it was better to be direct than just wait for the hit to fall. He jerks his chin up, trying to go for something other than scared, devil-may-care like Vriska manages to do so effortless but really only manages to look a bizarre mix of annoyed and pants-pissingly terrified. ] Are you going to, eat me?
[Oh, Tavros. Were you really gonna believe what everyone else said about your best buddy, huh? How long had it been since they last had a good old' hang sesh? Since they last slammed together? The touch of their hands makes his grin widen, lips parting in a more jovial display of fangs than what he'd exhibited before, and Gamzee pulls Tavros to his feet as well. His feet. The last time he saw Tavros, he was a horrid, blueish-white, half-spiderbitch abomination, and he definitely didn't have feet.]
[Wait, that was the last time he saw him, wasn't it? Everything that happened before his arrival on Ryslig seemed like a muddled hallucination. He was all over the place, fucking around and honking as fast as the proverbial wind would take him.]
[Life here was much slower, much bloodier. He still did whatever the fuck he wanted, but getting off the hook for murder was exceptionally easier here. Despite the wrenching and twisting of his stomach practically screaming at him to forget whoever it was in front of him in favor of gnawing the meat from their bones, there was also the familiar (and sickening) feeling of grubs crawling around in there - the same feeling he got every time he happened to set eyes on Tavros.]
Honk!!
[Throwing his head back, Gamzee let out a flurry of carefree, honking laughter in response to the question. It was so refreshing to get some direct fucking confrontation around here, and from the one person he could count on to be straight with him.]
I ain't gonna fuckin' front with you, motherfucker. Got these hungries twistin' all the fuck up in a brother's bilesack somethin' goddamn fierce today, but...
[In the most anti-climatic horror movie build up of all time, your ominous looming figure in the darkness is... Aradia Megido. At least it wasn't her when she was a ghost, though -- that would've still been pretty scary, regardless of the fact that she was a familiar face and he could consider her a friend. Instead, he lucks out by getting the bright red and happy alpha timeline pajama version, a wide smile across her face despite their rather alarming surroundings. But again, it's Aradia you're talking about; since when has horror ever bothered her?]
Man, this place is so cool, huh? It's like a mystery waiting to be solved.
You can't get less ominous than an alive Aradia Megido (Probably.) and at once he's at ease. ]
Hi, Aradia. [ His shoulders slump, he needs a minute to get that bloodpusher down from FRANTIC I AM GOING TO DIE pulserate. ] After all the time in the dreambubbles I'm sort of, all mysteried out. [ They stop being fun after you spent solid ghost millennia digging around through spooky ruins for some mystical, undefined treasure while someone yells at you.
Okay, whew. Calm. He's calm. ] But, I don't want to dampen your enjoyment of it by being a downer, so, have you been exploring?
[Aradia just wanted to watch the world burn, which was distinctly different than causing the world to burn, thank you very much. That was Vriska's job, what with her "destroy-the-dreambubbles" plan.]
I don't see how you can adventure too much, but that's just me.
[She picks her way through the brush to close the remaining distance between Tavros and herself, hands on her hips in a casual manner.]
Of course I have! But I had hoped to do a little more exploring than just these woods... I kiiiind of can't find my way back out.
being absolutely one hundred percent lost in hellmurder woods. Fantastic. He's still in his deck swab outfit and she's bright red and they're probably going to be eaten. ] Oh. Great.
[Dont worry Tavros, Aradia has no plans to be eaten any time soon! And think of it this way, who else would you rather be stuck in a spooky haunted forest with than the good friend that has been talking to ghosts since she was a grub? Powerless or not, she wasn't gonna let anyone boss her around.]
That's the spirit! As long as we stick together, we're sure to find our way out of this. Now....
[She looks around them, pursing her lips thoughtfully.]
[RIGHT. Real trolls here. Judging by the way this one doesn't know how capital letters work, he's probably new to the entire concept of computers too. Sigh.]
ur new here aren't you?
<adiostoreador> this is why we don't bounce between keyboards
okAY THEN, i GIVE UP, oN GUESSING YOUR IDENTITY, bECAUSE i DIDN'T CARE THAT MUCH ANYWAY, aND ALSO THINK THAT YOU ARE WRONG, bECAUSE i THINK THAT i AM EMPLOYING GOOD FORESIGHT IN MY ATTEMPTS TO KEEP PEACE, wITH THE VILLAGERS, aND ALSO GETTING A TAILOR,
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graveyardsmash2015-05-23 05:28 pm
tavros nitram | homestuck
[ He'd known there would be consequences for flying off. Really, he had - when had he ever done something that went against the wishes of Vriska Serket and come away from it okay? Tavros had expected something, anything -- but waking up shivering and cold in a room full of humans was pretty solidly not one of them.
Being alive also most certainly wasn't, either.
They didn't know much about that -- no one did, really, asking about dreambubbles and games had only gotten him weird looks and placating smiles -- they just handed him what they thought he needed to know and let him go when the disquieting idea of a place made just to fix sick people had finally made him run. And Tavros, being Tavros, could not quite stop himself from pouring over them. ]
This, [ he flipped Bunnyipyips and You off to the side (and grabs it a second later because you never know when a bestiary could come in handy), sinking back against the bench and heaving a long-suffering sigh ] is pretty much just, the most unexpected, and not-good thing so far.
Except maybe, being alive, with my actual legs and, fully functioning organs. That's sort of nice.
[ Being alive had never really done him any favors - but maybe this time it wouldn't be like that. If there was no game, then seriously, where was the harm? No Vriska, either. Maybe no one else. Maybe it was just him here with all of these nice people.. and monsters, but what were the chances of running into one? There's no way he was turning into one. They were just crazy.
He wiggled his toes, looking up. Maybe they were just playng some horrible prank on him? This could, in theory, be some kind of busted dreambubble... or, maybe a dream within a dream? After all, it's not like monsters like that were really real -- okay, well, rainbow drinkers were real. But bunnyipyips? Werewolves? What even was a wolf? Definitely sounded madeup. Maybe he should ask someone else. ]
Excuse me? [ The first passerby gets a slight wave of his hand for attention. ] I just, got here? And I was wondering if, maybe, I could get some help?
2.
[ Great.
Navigating dreambubbles had been easier than this. You just had to think of where you wanted to be and there you were. No problems. He remembered spending what must have been sweeps staggering around the desert with Vriska, hunting for anything and everything left over from other people's memories. They'd been purposefully trying to be lost, and every sight of a familiar landmark had been met with frustration.
Total opposite of now. He's not even able to find his own footsteps. He'd tried.
Being lost wasn't what bothered him (though distantly he remembered that things like eating and sleeping were no longer just things you do for fun, they were vital to continued aliveness) it was the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, each echoing squelch of his feet against mud a reminder of how open and defenseless he was. ]
Hello? Ominously giggling voices, who, I am hoping are friendly? Could you please, maybe, giggle in the direction of the exit?
[ No answer. Tavros fidgeted, twisting around and deciding to try the way he came. In the distance he sees a shape in the dark. There's a sick feeling, a moment of elation at not being alone and a thick knot of dread at what that could actually mean. ] Hello?
3. & 4.
[ And then the fog rolled in.
The woods are thick and impossible to navigate to begin with, but the added fog makes it that much worse. Tavros can't see and if that wasn't enough to panic, he starts to feel sick. A deep, soul-sucking sick - something is wrong and he knows it, but here he is still stuck in the middle of nowhere, and no matter how far he goes that's only more nothing.
He starts at a run.
Hands out in front of him, the occasional glance behind his shoulder just in case and it's one of those glances that costs him, innate bad luck catching his foot on a branch and sending him arse over teakettle. He skids across the mud, hitting what surely has to be a tree.
Well.
Up until it makes a sound. Tavros opens his mouth to apologize (ask for help, how the hell do you get out of this place?) but doesn't manage to get the words out, instead he bites down on the inside of his cheek and twists inward as some sharp, stabbing pain rips through his limbs. ]
bonus!
< adiostoreador >
sO i KNOW THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE, wHO ARE ALSO CONFUSED,
aND THAT MAYBE i SHOULD JUST, lISTEN TO WHAT PEOPLE TOLD THEM, aND,
aSK A QUESTION THERE, bUT i HAVE MOSTLY BEEN WONDERING,
wHY IT IS THAT THE PEOPLE HERE ARE SO NICE TO US, oR AT LEAST,
aRE NICE, tO OUR FACES,
aND IF MAYBE WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING NICE FOR THEM, sINCE THEY DO THAT,
sO THAT MAYBE THEY WILL CONTINUE TO BE NICE, aND,
nOT BURN US, oR SOMETHING HORRIBLE,
a LITTLE GRATITUDE, cAN GO A LONG WAY,
aND ALSO,
i WAS WONDERING IF MAYBE, i COULD FIND A TAILOR,
sINCE, mY HORNS ARE TOO BIG,
aND I KEEP TEARING THE ONES, tHAT WEREN'T MADE FOR THEM,
}:(
Tavros your timing is so bad with that burning thing you don't even know.
That, or they'll buy from you with a smile but it's really for the novelty of 'monster made' clothing.
I've also got bad news about the 'not burning' thing. (¬_¬)
[Translation: I'm Ruby, I can tailor your things. But first let me pick up all this salt I spilled.]
tavros nitram: professional foot in mouther
i CAN UNDERSTAND WHY THEY WOULD BE UPSET, aLL THINGS CONSIDERED,
bUT WHAT ABOUT NOT BURNING, i,
sORT OF MEANT, mETAPHORICAL BURNING,
<astralcoordinator>
Anyway-
It wasn't metaphorical. There were a lot of good people, like-
The people who showed up here didn't have a choice. Some of the locals were upset, but nobody deserves to get BURNED to death. I'd be careful here. That's all I've got to say about that.
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Oh. Oh. OH. WOW. Oh wow, that is not okay. Like -- not at all, or remotely, and wow he stumbled in and tripped all over that. ]
oH MY GOD,
tHAT WAS DEFINITELY A JERKISH, aND INSENSITIVE THING OF ME TO DO,
eVEN IF i DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS AN ACTUAL THING THAT HAPPENED, i,
wOW,
i'M SORRY,
i'LL BE CAREFUL,
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So you need clothing to fit around horns? [This is the first he's heard of anyone showing up with horns, but hey- in the grand scheme of things he's seen in this place that's not all that weird.]
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2
[It was hard to make out the exact details of his future meal, but the gnawing hunger in his thorny gut wasn't nearly as shallow and superficial as he was. As long as it had flesh to tear and meat to chew and blood to spill, it was the perfect contender for dinner - and Tavros fit that bill perfectly.]
[His claws and limbs were now so proficient at moving from tree to tree, there was hardly a sound as Gamzee followed the boy deeper into the forest, making sure they were far enough away from any civilization so that his inevitable screams for help would be drowned out by the thick of the trees.]
[When they were surrounded by thick brush, Gamzee struck, leaping down from a tall branch and knocking himself directly into the torso of his prey, intending to knock them down and sink his gigantic fangs into the sweet spot between neck and collarbone.]
[However, as soon as they'd collided, an all-too-familiar scent absolutely flooded Gamzee's senses, stunning him enough to send his glassy, green eyes snapping open and his body to fling itself away from his would-be victim until he was thudding unceremoniously against the dirt a few feet away.]
[All he could do was try to reorient himself, try to shake away the scent that couldn't be who he'd remembered it to belong to. Having lost the night-vision he'd had as a troll, Tavros was still hard to make out, but the shape of those horns weren't too common a silhouette on anyone else.]
Holy fuck...!
[It was all he could say, still reeling from all of this. Was he hallucinating? Did he really come that close to tearing Tavros' throat out? Was this even Tavros? This was too much for his brain...]
Re: 2
That suited his luck, didn't it? He ran off when Vriska told him to stay, warned him that he'd died, trying to salvage his dignity and yet again here he was. Staring death in the face for his own stupid, confident hubris. Tavros seizes up (and damnit, damnit, damnit wasn't that always his problem? never able to act when he should) and brings his arms up as a weak defense seconds too late, waiting for death to come --
but it didn't.
He lays flat on his back for a minute, too stunned to process anything and god damn, god damn it. He shoves himself up and fumbles for a weapon, fingers closing around a wispy broken branch. By the time he's up, his would-be killer has spoken and at once he's not sure if he's relieved or not. It... sounds like Gamzee. Or how he'd imagine Gamzee to sound after a few sweeps - and the spiral of his horns is familiar, but that's about it. ]
... Gamzee?
[ It had been... well. Sweeps. Eternal sweeps. Time doesn't have a meaning in dream bubbles, after a while everything just felt like disconnected moments strung together. But he's reasonably certain that's not what Gamzee looked like. As much as he'd like to drop his guard and be relieved, he can't. Gamzee had always been a true and loyal friend, one of the few people he'd ever felt completely comfortable around, but things change.
People change.
And he sort of remembers being alive for fleeting seconds as a horrible abomination, fused with his killer (which he'd admit, hadn't actually been that terrible if he were to consider it) and a clown watching with placid pride.
He holds the branch a little tighter, shuffling back a few inches until he can convince his shaking legs that they can, in fact, support his weight. ]
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[Look at him, grabbing for that flimsy excuse for a weapon as if it was merely an afterthought. If this boy were anyone else, Gamzee would have delighted in how he was blessed with such docile, inept prey. As it stood now, however, he wasn't sure if this encounter was a blessing, or otherwise.]
[For starters, it's not like Gamzee looked like his old self anymore. If one looked hard enough, it was easy to tell who he used to be, if one also happened to be familiar with his troll self, but the changes he'd gone through were so stark and obscene that he wasn't even sure he wanted to be recognized.]
[What else could he do, though? He'd plaster an awed grin all over his face, pushing himself up onto his bare feet and extending a green, clawed hand out to his former(?) bro.]
Can't motherfuckin' say all on what's I be bein' too fucking stoked as what's I could be on seeing at your ass, yo.
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Should he be mad? Happy? Absolutely terrified? Probably all three, but for now he was stuck on this is bad and Vriska was right. Way to go, Tavros, stumbled head first into mortal peril as usual. His jaw works but the words don't come - if he accepts that hand, would Gamzee kill him?
It wasn't like he didn't know leijons and leijons of dead Nepetas who would gladly vouch for the fact that the gentlest of them all was no longer so. But if Gamzee was going to kill him then - well, it wasn't like he would have much say in the matter. Maybe time to scream but really, what good would that do in the long run?
Man.
This was why being dead had been better. No need to be afraid. ]
I think that, the feeling is mutual. [ It's not... anything, really. Not confident, not scared, just words to fill silence. Just defeat, like, oh of course I did it again. Frustration mounts but what is he going to do? Even without... whatever is going on there, he's never been a match for Gamzee. He accepts the offered hand tentatively.
But it was better to be direct than just wait for the hit to fall. He jerks his chin up, trying to go for something other than scared, devil-may-care like Vriska manages to do so effortless but really only manages to look a bizarre mix of annoyed and pants-pissingly terrified. ] Are you going to, eat me?
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[Wait, that was the last time he saw him, wasn't it? Everything that happened before his arrival on Ryslig seemed like a muddled hallucination. He was all over the place, fucking around and honking as fast as the proverbial wind would take him.]
[Life here was much slower, much bloodier. He still did whatever the fuck he wanted, but getting off the hook for murder was exceptionally easier here. Despite the wrenching and twisting of his stomach practically screaming at him to forget whoever it was in front of him in favor of gnawing the meat from their bones, there was also the familiar (and sickening) feeling of grubs crawling around in there - the same feeling he got every time he happened to set eyes on Tavros.]
Honk!!
[Throwing his head back, Gamzee let out a flurry of carefree, honking laughter in response to the question. It was so refreshing to get some direct fucking confrontation around here, and from the one person he could count on to be straight with him.]
I ain't gonna fuckin' front with you, motherfucker. Got these hungries twistin' all the fuck up in a brother's bilesack somethin' goddamn fierce today, but...
[He licked his lips, giving a wry smirk.]
Bros before motherfucking... uh, foods, yo.
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only* wow not o oh... gamzee isn't that moe
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[In the most anti-climatic horror movie build up of all time, your ominous looming figure in the darkness is... Aradia Megido. At least it wasn't her when she was a ghost, though -- that would've still been pretty scary, regardless of the fact that she was a familiar face and he could consider her a friend. Instead, he lucks out by getting the bright red and happy alpha timeline pajama version, a wide smile across her face despite their rather alarming surroundings. But again, it's Aradia you're talking about; since when has horror ever bothered her?]
Man, this place is so cool, huh? It's like a mystery waiting to be solved.
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You can't get less ominous than an alive Aradia Megido (Probably.) and at once he's at ease. ]
Hi, Aradia. [ His shoulders slump, he needs a minute to get that bloodpusher down from FRANTIC I AM GOING TO DIE pulserate. ] After all the time in the dreambubbles I'm sort of, all mysteried out. [ They stop being fun after you spent solid ghost millennia digging around through spooky ruins for some mystical, undefined treasure while someone yells at you.
Okay, whew. Calm. He's calm. ] But, I don't want to dampen your enjoyment of it by being a downer, so, have you been exploring?
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I don't see how you can adventure too much, but that's just me.
[She picks her way through the brush to close the remaining distance between Tavros and herself, hands on her hips in a casual manner.]
Of course I have! But I had hoped to do a little more exploring than just these woods... I kiiiind of can't find my way back out.
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Oh, me either! [ COMRADESHIP IN
being absolutely one hundred percent lost in hellmurder woods. Fantastic. He's still in his deck swab outfit and she's bright red and they're probably going to be eaten. ] Oh. Great.
At least we're not lost, by ourselves anymore?
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That's the spirit! As long as we stick together, we're sure to find our way out of this. Now....
[She looks around them, pursing her lips thoughtfully.]
Which way do we start going?
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<adoistoreador>
bUT WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO, wITH BURNING,
<MissFierce>
ur new here aren't you?
<adiostoreador> this is why we don't bounce between keyboards
sHOULD i BE WORRIED ABOUT BURNING,
iS THAT ACTUALLY A THING, tHAT CAN HAPPEN,
<MissFierce> Why does it also rob you of your eyesight
<adiostoreador> i'm gonna fight you
<MissFierce> Lies. You're not brave enough.
<adiostoreador> we're gonna throw down son
<VanillaMilkshake>
Your suggested actions are sound, but you are once more thinking with a complete lack of foresight, Nitram.
<adiostoreador>
wait.
Uh.
Wait seriously, who is this. He squints at the quirk, scratching his head.]
rOSE?
is THAT YOU,
<VanillaMilkshake>
<adiostoreador>
i GIVE UP, oN GUESSING YOUR IDENTITY,
bECAUSE i DIDN'T CARE THAT MUCH ANYWAY,
aND ALSO THINK THAT YOU ARE WRONG, bECAUSE i THINK THAT i AM EMPLOYING GOOD FORESIGHT IN MY ATTEMPTS TO KEEP PEACE, wITH THE VILLAGERS,
aND ALSO GETTING A TAILOR,
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<adiostoreador>
<VanillaMilkshake>
1 | screw it I can no longer resist- (hello it is i, USAGI...)
...................You got horns.
...Instead of answering your question, he is definitely and absolutely staring openly at those horns.]