TEST DRIVE : MAY 2016 EDITIOIN

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TEST DRIVE

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!
• Ryslig's FAQ is located here, so please take a look if you have questions.


• The Reserve date is MAY 20ST 12:01AM EST.
• There is an Enable Me / App this Plz to see what some people are offering or would love to play.
• Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
• Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 6 coins by replying to potential character threads! You cannot use this to go over the bonus 20 coins per month total, but you can use it to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.

Sample scenarios:

SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, and already SOME 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. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

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. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky. Torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

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: 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.

SCENARIO FOUR: The claws, the fangs, the pangs of hunger - horrible as they all are, it's manageable given enough time and perseverance. Local monster hunters, though, not so much.

Maybe it started with a few wayward glances on the outskirts of town, critical stares and disapproving whispers, or just the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it was, deserved or entirely unprovoked, you're being hunted: a handful of aggressive, well-armed humans doggedly chase your trail throughout city streets and out into the open, and if you're not careful (if you don't find help soon) you might wind up as the next trophy kill claim on one of those hunter's walls.

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abigail hobbs | hannibal

[versusnurture]

SCENARIO ONE.

[Funnily enough, it's not the prospect of suddenly being somewhere she's never seen before and doesn't remember traveling to that bothers Abigail. Or, well, it does — just not as much as it might. She's used to being tugged back and forth, having the world utterly out of her control; she doesn't like it, but there's a measure of learned helplessness that's getting worse instead of better.]

[What gets her, what really freezes her, is the pamphlets. Alternatives to Human Flesh, and she just stares at it, her fingers shaking like the branches of an aspen. She tastes sausages on the back of her tongue.]

[There are two flavors of hysteria accessible here. One, just after she reads the pamphlet and actually processes the title, is a sharp burst of laughter, staccato and uncontrollable. The second is after she reads through the entire thing. This one, it's a little more calculated, but it's hard to tell, unless you've got the benefit of sharpened hearing: there are tears at the corners of her eyes, her lips are quivering, but her heartbeat's evened out when she comes up to the nearest person with her brows pinched and a question on her lips.]

Excuse me, is — is this a joke?

abigail hobbs | hannibal

[bedazzlings]

[Lorraine towers over the girl thanks to her horse legs, and has to bend down a little to take a closer look at the pamphlet's cover.]

I'm afraid not.

[She sounds apologetic; as much as she wished she could reassure this girl, she can't bring herself to lie about something so serious, particularly after struggling with the idea of feeding for months. Being a monster herself, she knows well how completely serious the pamphlet is. Even apart from the legs, she possesses teal skin, horse ears and thick blue hair that looks like seaweed.]

Not all monsters need to eat human flesh -- I don't! -- but we all feed on humans in one way or another.

Jean Pierre Polnareff | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Part 5

[fivenareff]

[Scenario One - In Which Our Hero Arrives]

[Okay but so: Jean-Pierre Polnareff is, in fact, used to the strange and bizarre. Yesterday his soul had been residing in a turtle, safe and sound, and he'd been sharing beers with his fifteen year old mafioso boss, who wanted to first discuss strategy and then relationship conflicts with him. So like . . . waking up in a strange city, with people kind of weirdly overenthusiastic in their friendliness, isn't actually all that strange.

What is strange is that he does, in fact, have a body. He very much has a body, and it's the same body that had died some two months ago. The metallic legs still work, and he's down one eye again, and honestly, all of that is fine. It's weird! But it's fine.

But they hadn't given him a wheelchair.

Like, who oversaw this kidnapping, exactly? Who the hell took a guy's soul, resurrected his body, made sure it was his body sans legs, and then forgot to provide a wheelchair? Who did that? It wasn't even evil, it was just a hugely dick move. Like, be evil if you want, but at least be classy about it.

At least those overenthusiastic locals had come in handy. It's not a proper wheelchair, but it's a seat, at least, and for now that's enough. He's surrounded by pamphlets, and he's trying to read them, he really is-- but the first monster-person he sees, he calls out to.]

Come here-- yeah, you! I want to ask you some questions. I have a few names I want to ask you about . . .

[Scenario Four - In Which Our Hero Is Hunted]

[This would have turned out so different if he'd had Silver Chariot.

Four assholes with torches and swords? Psh, no problem. Chariot would have cut them to ribbons. But without Chariot, without any kind of weapon, with only the most minimal of monster changes affecting him, Polnareff had no choice but to run. He might have been able to tear open a throat or two, but he wasn't about to get himself killed (again) just because he was feeling too brave.

At least he's being clever about it. He doesn't just flee blindly-- he loses himself in Bavan's alleys, hiding behind dumpsters and in the shadows of doors, throwing his voice and tossing rocks to mislead his opponents. But they're clever, and he can't outwit them forever-- so perhaps this would be the time for someone to swoop in and save him, hm?]

[Note: tags will come from both this account and silvercrusader!]

une

[digiorno]

[The first monster he sees probably doesn't look very familiar at first glance. The first monster he sees is a mess, a Frankenstein-esque mishmash of things, dark hair and light, human and spider, skin and fur and claws and teeth. He's attempting to drown himself in a heavy black coat, but it doesn't do much anymore to hide the fact that there are too many arms under there, or that some of them are misshapen and strangely elongated.]

[The look on his face: that might be familiar. A certain haughty peevishness at being addressed so rudely, a disinclination to obey. When he turns, there's some clear intent to be scathing, just for a moment, before he recognizes Polnareff — and then his eyes go wide.]

[That look, too, Polnareff will know. That old fear, an uncertainty about what is real and what is not, the most childish look Giorno Giovanna ever wears. It looks younger, somehow, under the shock of black in his bangs.]

P— P—

[He covers his mouth with one hand, one of the more normal ones. It occurs to him too late that he's not covering the right part of himself; the mouth is the least offensive, these days. His eyes shine in the darkness, two with tears, the rest with silver.]

[Hasn't he done enough already? Hasn't he been through enough?]

[He wants to scream.]

Kouen Ren | Magi

[goateeocracy]

[One]

[At first you wonder why two little girls with flowers in their hands just ran past you crying, but everything becomes clear when you realize they just tried to greet a man who's sitting on a nearby bench with a pile of fliers next to him. He's watching them run away with...well, it's actually a bemused expression, but it's hard to tell because he has one of the most impressive cases of resting bitchface on record. He frowns (which doesn't make it any better), then returns to reading "So Your Tentacles Want Blood (and That's Not Okay With You.)"]

What?

[He doesn't sound pleased that you witnessed any of that.]

[Three]

[It's not unfamiliar, the sensation of his body stretching and changing, but the wrenching, the twisting, the sinking dread of knowing that this is going to be permanent is enough to make him nauseous. It's his arm, just his arm. The one he'd been about to give up, ironically, and the pain is becoming too much to take. He stumbles sideways, almost knocking over whoever it is who has the misfortune of walking next to him, clutching at his arm and gritting his teeth so that he won't scream. It's like it's on fire and his just wants it to stop.

It's enraging. Enraging, and infuriating. Enraging and infuriating and painful and he slams his arm against the nearest flat surface just to regain his focus...except the nearest flat surface happens to be the a shop window.

And monster strength is excessive.

Shards of glass fly everywhere and Kouen Ren is having the worst day ever.]

One (plus one more small child)

[copy_ability]

... Uwah?

[The small, pink-haired two year old looks left and right, trying to determine if the man is talking to anyone else before he determines it is him he's talking to. He blinks but takes the question entirely wrongly, and he totters towards the man.]

Poyo....... [He pats your knee. You don't sound pleased... maybe it's because the girls ran away? Or did they steal your flowers?]

Laurent ¤ The Captive Prince

[redoublement]

Scenario One: Arrival

[ He refused to allow himself to be afraid. That he was confused was understandable; much of this place that he'd experienced since waking up- first, washed upon the beach covered in small cuts in bruises- and next, in a hospital of flesh; was more than enough to be disorienting. Had he been a man more prone to panic, he certainly might have.

Instead, he'd taken stock. Not only what he had on his person, but what he could use in his surroundings. Next, his focus was on gathering information. The locals had proved to be less than hospitable; some even openly hostile, but that didn't mean for a moment that Laurent was going to give up. That he was the soon to be King of Vere didn't matter to these people- no one had even heard of it. The circlet around his elegant forehead still rested there, though now seemed like a piece of costumery. Well; at least the gold and sapphires had value. They could be sold, or bartered with.

He was thankful for that.

Now he sat upon a bench- looking as though he belonged there, despite the strangeness of his dress compared to the locals. The fine brocaded silks he wore, the golden lacings along the front, right up his throat. Even his shoulders, down the arms of his midnight blue outfit had tight gold lacing. Clipped to his shoulders was a fine cloak, with a golden starburst emblazoned upon it. Everything about him spoke of a princely air.

He had one leg crossed over the other, his elbow resting upon the arm of the bench, arm up and hand curled delicately. His blue eyes cool and almost passively bored looking as he watched people pass him, his other hand resting on his ankle.

If he was startled by the monsters who passed him, he did not allow himself to show it. ]

You, with the grotesque accoutrements- [ The hand on his ankle rose, wrist flicking delicately in gesture to draw attention his way. ] Perhaps you would be half-so-useful as to tell me where I am.

Scenario Three: Ch-ch-ch-changes!

[ The pain had started in the morning.

Laurent had ignored it; for all the good it did him. The skin of his back felt stretched, and ill fitting. It had been hard to breath doing even the slightest actions, and beneath the fine silks of his clothes, his skin itched.

Everyone had told him in depth that he ought to expect this, and yet now that it had begun it was unlike anything he'd expected. Laurent's tightly wound control was fraying with every hour that passed, no relief to be found from the unfocused aches running through him. He walked, aimless and misguided through the fog of pain- before the awful feeling of splitting sent him to his knees. He cried out, the pain of his feet incredible- the pressure of his boots agonizing as his feet changed. He fell to his back, reaching ineffectively, trying to wrench his boots off, to no avail. Screaming, his talons burst free as the leather gave, claws pushing out from the twisted remains of his former feet. The itching beneath his skin reached crescendo- feathers pushing out, barbed quills trapped beneath silk, splitting through seams.

Laurent could only lay there, panting, and wait for it to pass. ]

IV. Hunted

[ Guns they had called them. Guns were new.

Hobbled, one wing dragging behind, flecked full of holes from shot gun pellets. Furious, Laurent dragged the massive grey and blue dappled appendage behind him, trailing blood. The other flapping for purchase to speed his progress as his talons scraped against the cobblestone, pulled him forcibly along. Tactical retreat- he needed higher ground. Needed to regroup, needed to reconsider his options, but most of all he needed to get one of those guns. And then they could see how they liked it, to be littered with holes.

He ducked down an alleyway, scanning his surroundings, making sure he had not mistakenly forced himself into a dead end- before scrambling along. Determination furrowed his brow, his eyes ablaze with furious indignation. Keep moving; it was all that mattered. He would lose them eventually- or he would get the jump on them. Tear them to shreds with his bare hands, if he had to. ]

IV

[goldcuffed]

[Guns are certainly new. Damen doesn't think he likes guns, namely because they are being used on Laurent. He can taste the scent of his blood in the air, though he caught up to Laurent too slow, the other has already started off into the woods. He doesn't know Damen is following, his thickly powerful serpent's tail propelling him over the cobblestones, whisper silent.

He follows the trail of blood quickly, deftly maneuvering himself around obstacles, only rage in his head, because someone has dared to hurt Laurent.

The one at the back of the hunting party dies first. He gets out a scream of terror as Damen comes up behind him, sinks claws into his sides, and coils his massive tail around him, crushing the very breath from his body. His gun clatters on the cobbles.]

Eddie Dean | The Dark Tower

[thefuckingbeam]

[Of all the weird shit that's happened to Eddie Dean in his short twenty-and-some-change years, turning into a Goddamn fish is certainly a new one. Sure, he's had a few highs gone bad, highs that ended in him writhing on the fucking floor and feeling like he'd grown gills, but this is the first time he's actually grown gills.

He's at the edge of a lake, writhing on the shoreline, his shirt covered in mud and sand and grass stains. Eddie clutches at his neck, horrified at the openings forming there. Even more horrified that he can see glimpses of skin webbing his fingers together. This is it. All of the obstacles he's overcome in his quest for the Tower, following the Beam like a dog tracking a 'coon, and this is how he dies. Turning into a fucking fish.

Incredible. He has the best luck, doesn't he? And on top of it all, he's sure he looks real fucking smooth, flopping around in the wet sand.

Eddie becomes dimly aware that someone's approached him; making himself take three big breaths, he ignores—or tries to—the fact that scales have begun to burrow out from under his skin, making his stomach churn.]

—little help?

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[thehangedboy]

[Jake spends a lot of his time outside of the city; though he sleeps during the day like any good wendigo, he leads a very active nightlife. He also has to periodically pick herbs to tie to his horns, which is why he's out in the woods now instead of at the Shack or at his bowling alley.

Roland would probably say this is ka. Roland would probably say 'help me, I'm turning into a rose bush'. The point is, Jake would know that voice anywhere, and the moment he hears it he drops the sprigs of mint he'd managed to scrounge up and high-tails it out of the brush and toward the edge of the lake.]

EDDIE!

Damianos | Captive Prince

[goldcuffed]

[One: Vandare]
[Wherever this is, people are not happy to see King Damianos.

He doesn't remember what happened, only that just recently he awoke on an unfamiliar beach (It is not Ios. There are no cliffs, no white stone.), still injured from Kastor's knife. His chiton, once white and simple, is wet and blood-stained and torn, his dark curls thick and damp with seawater. Last he can recall, he was in the slave baths, with Laurent holding his hand over his wound, listening to the bells that heralded Damen as King.

The walk from the beach to the nearest center of people was excruciating, every step pulling on the half-healed edges of his wound, fresh blood dotting the front of his dirty chiton. These people are not Akielon, nor are they even Veretian, and this town is one he does not recognize the style of; it is confusing and a little frightening, and he wishes Laurent were here.

He holds a hand over his wound as he regards a small group of townsfolk who look... angry, advancing on the tall, dark-skinned man in the strange clothes and gold cuff. Damen holds himself warily, giving ground slowly, looking like he might turn to violence.] What is the meaning of this? Where have I been taken? [Has he been drugged and loaded onto a ship again? Did the Regent have some sort of... contingency plan? Where is Laurent?]

[Three&Four: Naga, Bavan]
[The stares had begun inside town. The displeased whispers. The reaching for weapons. Damen had ignored it the best he could, out getting some supplies for his small, sort of dilapidated dwelling, huffing out a quiet laugh at how this would seem to anyone back home. The King of Akielos, leader of armies and victor against treachery, doing his own grocery shopping. Doing his own anything, really - he's used to having servants and cooks and squires. But in times of crisis, needs must, and Damianos does what needs to be done without complaint.

He makes the walk back toward his house in silence, head held high, bag under one arm. His clothes mark him an outsider here; he hasn't gotten past wearing chitons yet, not eager to go back to more Veretian styles of tight pants and constricting jackets after so long. The bag crashes to the ground, however, spilling fruit, an orange rolling down the sidewalk, as the pain hits.

Searing fire down his spine, his legs gone suddenly numb, unable to hold his weight. He is no small man, standing at close to 6'6" and muscled to match, and he goes down hard with a short grunt of pain. The hunters, sensing weakness, begin to close in on him, and out here, he wonders if anyone will be around to defend him.

Heart racing, Damen tries unsuccessfully to pull himself to his feet.] You would fight a man on the ground? You Rysligians have no honor.

Scenario One

[redoublement]

[ Laurent had stumbled from the sea, his clothes soaked through, weighing him down. Later, he would remember waking- though did not at all remember having passed out. When next he came to, it was in a sorry excuse for a hospital; it's walls horrific, and pulsating.

He remembered the beach, and so it was there he returned, looking for answers. What he found wasn't this- but perhaps it might have been better.

He didn't make it to the beach. Instead he was distracted by a growing crowd of disgruntled locals, not only blocking his way, but also seemingly about to attack some undeserving innocent. Anger sparked, and Laurent's jaw locked. He had no weapon of his own, but it hardly stopped him from cutting through the crowd. He wasn't as tall as Damen, but it did not mean he didn't cut an impressive presence, enough to move them aside. What he found when the move stopped his breath short. ]

Damianos. [ He breathed it as though he could scarcely believe whom he was looking at, relief suffusing through him- short lived, as one of the gathering crowd seemed to have found their nerve; recognized Laurent for the outsider he was, and shoved him. ]

Yew Geneolgia | Bravely Second

[ganbarevenge]

[One]

No, wait! Come back! Are there any of these with pictures of bunnyipyips?

[There are a lot of bewildered-looking, disoriented new arrivals milling about with their newly acquired handfuls of pamphlets, but this young man isn't one of them. No, he's got a notepad he begged off one of the welcoming committee in his hand and he's avidly taking notes on every little scrap of literature anyone will give him.

It hasn't quite sunk in yet what all of this means. Or is going to mean. Right now the scholar in him is winning out, which is probably for the best.]

[Two]

I don't like this! I don't like this at all! I have only one weakness and it's ghosts!

[And heights. And scary stories.

But mostly ghosts.

Yew has parked himself under one of the larger trees in the clearing, trembling and jumping at every tiny noise. This is terrible. He's lost and there are...are...well, something is laughing at him and that's not okay. That's not okay at all. He backs up closer to the tree and sings quietly to himself under his breath to take his mind off it. Maybe the ghosts will just go away and everything will be okay. Yes, that would be the best thing that could happen. No more ghosts. No more ghosts ever.]

2

[notveryeasy]

[There is no ghost here. Instead a tall, slender man walks forward with a somewhat sheepish expression.]

I'm hardly a ghost yet. My apologies for startling you.

Subaki | Fire Emblem: Birthright

[notveryeasy]

Scenario 1-A

[This land...seemed very off, even in comparison to the lands in Nohr. Nohr's country was dark and barren in places but Ryslig seemed to be covered in an air of dread. Even the bustling city didn't change that first impression. Especially how some look at Subaki like he's covered in blood and running towards them.

He frowns as he stands in the street, arms crossed. Everyone seems to be ignoring his charm. A local walks by and he calls out to them, uncrossing his arms to give a gesture to beckon them closer.] Excuse me! Mind answering a few questions?

[Subaki's tone is friendly, open. The local doesn't seem to be having any of it, though, and reaches for a knife on his belt. Subaki is unarmed. This might be trouble...]

Scenario 1-B

[Where was Lady Sakura? As a dutiful retainer, Subaki must find her. Hana can protect her well but he can't say truthfully say that he believes that she could do the job alone. There were many great warriors and assassins in Nohr's army. One person couldn't stand up to them alone. Even he would have some trouble doing that.

Still, there was no confirmation that Sakura or Hana weren't here and if they weren't, who was to say there wouldn't be others from Hoshido?

Smiling openly, he carefully approaches someone who clearly isn't local. In one hand are folded pamphlets. He's read each one twice to gain as much information as he could. He'd still need some more info from the horse's mouth, though.]

Hello, do you mind me asking you a few questions? I'm looking from some people and I'm not really too sure about this place.

Scenario 2

[Subaki a perfect sense of direction: he wasn't worried about getting lost in some strange forest. Except, it seemed, that without a pegasus and a sky view it's difficult for him to regain his bearings. He winces as he looks around the forest, trying to find the sounds of the children.

Maybe he could at least help them out.]

I can hear you--you don't have to be afraid of me!

Scenario 4--Troll

[Subaki managed to hide himself for his first changes. He had seen the fog roll in, had felt the tension in his shoulders and back. He couldn't let anyone see him in such a state. In his stay he tried to keep up his perfect image. A perfect person wouldn't let themselves be changed in such a way. Which is why he took a bath to wash away the blood on his back and hands before allowing himself to be seen by others.

Shards of a pink crystal-like substance are jutting out of his upper back and shoulders. They glitter just slightly from the remaining moisture of his impromptu bath. His carefully trimmed nails are nothing more than stone-like claws. Even like this he tries to carry himself with dignity. Subaki was the retainer of royalty, after all!

That's when he sees the crowd of humans looking for someone to harass. This time, Subaki has a weapon. It's just a wooden staff that he fashioned himself but it's sturdy. He grips the weapon in both hands and gives hearty laugh.]

If you wish for a fight, I'll oblige you but it's not in my nature to let ruffians run free. I do hope you understand.

SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN also 4

[heymcfly]

[ Ooohkay, this didn't look good.

Honestly, Marty didn't run into a lot of people who actually wanted to fight back with the angry mobs. Of course, he didn't run into scenarios like this often, but majority of the time people turned the other way and headed for the hills as fast as their legs could carry them. Seeing a guy nearby holding a gigantic twig threatening people was definitely new. Despite the fact that a pretty big part of him wanted to see how this was going to go through (maybe it would be a little funny? at least when they all went running like sissies), he knew it probably wouldn't be good for monster reputation. It was flaky enough as it was.

What the guy with the red hair had to say already stopped them half in their tracks. Marty took a step forward and pointed to Subaki's weapon, eyes wide. ] Holy shit, look how sharp it is! Jesus, you could really hurt a guy with that. [ He looks over to the crowd. ] It's really sharp.

I don't know 'bout you guys, but I'd get outta here while I could.

Jyushimatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[neetfreak]

[ scenario one ]

[his eyes blink open suddenly. he has been jolted awake from... he doesn't know. a deep sleep? a dream? but the bed he's in doesn't feel like their old futon, and there are no other bodies beside him. he sits up in the creaky bed, looking around, and his fears are confirmed. he's not at home, and his brothers are nowhere in sight.

why is he wet? why is he all marked up? why does he feel awful? finally a doctor comes in, and Jyushimatsu tries to focus on his words, though everything that's happening right now is kind of a blur. usually, he wakes up from sleep refreshed and energetic! right now, he simply feels lost. and alone.

after about an hour, the doctor sends him on his way into Vandare so that he can get a look around. he's still not quite sure of what's happening, but it sounds like the locals do. they tell him that lots of people are brought to Ryslig this way, and to be careful because he's going to turn into a monster...? what? small books and pamphlets are shoved at him. "How To Deal With Changes." um.

he listens as patiently as he can for a while, but with them all talking loudly, and over one another, Jyushimatsu starts to lose his self-control] Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! [and then he's running off towards the water. maybe... maybe he can swim home! he's a really good swimmer! okay, this is a great idea. he sees the docks, and he's headed straight for them]

[ scenario three ]

[just when Jyushimatsu thinks he's starting to get used to Ryslig, that is when he starts feeling it creep in on him. what is it, exactly? he doesn't know, but it prickles his skin, makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight. his cheek twitches, and he has to stop swinging his bat for a moment.

he presses his palms to his eyes, hoping that will help him somehow, but it doesn't. that weird feeling is still there. and when he brings down his hands to look at them, something is... not quite right.

he can see the ground through them.

Jyushi reels back, terrified. that's... that's not supposed to happen! maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. right? right... he takes a few deep breaths, moving his hand to rest on the wall so that he can lean against it.

and he falls right through. he falls through the damn wall. in a comedic fashion, even. how is this possible?!]

[ scenario five ]

[wildcard? want to play baseball? hit me up!]

One!

[awesmazings]

[Jyushi isn't the only one who's suddenly been seemingly torn from home and brought here unannounced. It's even stranger to Jimmy that there aren't mostly monsters around right now, and that a lot of the people he's bumped into so far look...well, like him. That's not something he's used to, back home.

So when another person suddenly goes streaking past him, of course he's going to be looking that way. Everyone else has been stopping and talking to him, so why is this person...]

Woah! Hey, wait up!!

[Jimmy shouts as he takes off after Jyushimatsu, staggering a little before he regains his footing enough to follow. Didn't they just get dragged OUT of that water? What in the world is he doing?]

Sam | Until Dawn

[tiredofthis]

One

[Talk about weird. Sam keeps thanking the locals who continuously come up to her and offer the pamphlets, but so few of them are staying to answer her questions. Yeah, Bunnyipyips were great and all, she guesses, but do they know where she can catch a ferry? Or call one? Or just anything beyond weird, really not-helpful reading material?]

Thanks, but I-- [Before she can finish, they've already moved on. Sighing, she turns the booklet over.] --'m not going be a Fur Bearing Trout.

[Waving her new collection slightly, she allows the pages to hit her leg idly as she paces.

Okay, she has to get it together, focus. Sam's done some traveling, if someone would just tell her where she was or give her a map, she could figure out how to get home.]

Where's the nearest door out of the Twilight Zone?

Two

[This would almost be embarrassing if it wasn't so horrifying. Getting lost isn't new for her, but it's rare, especially as she spends a lot of her time outdoors. Nonetheless, she somehow manages to go deeper and deeper into the woods until she really is completely lost.]

Hello?! [Help. If you couldn't get yourself out, make yourself easier to find. She could look sheepish and embarrassed later, but she has to be found first, and it's gotten dark on her. Soon, movement will need to stop, and Sam's reluctant to spend the night out here.]

Hello?! Hey! Is anybody there?

[Her yelling stops as she sees a figure in the distance, one she keeps in her vision as she navigates her way to them.] Thank God. Please don't tell me you're lost too, because ... Hey?

Three - Nymph

[They all knew it was coming, a time when they went from human to a monster. Sam had done her best to prepare for it, but the night before had brought no small amount of apprehension. To her surprise, when she opened her eyes the morning of the fog, her changes had already started.

The leafs around her body had been her first clue, the same crinkling sound as she rolled off her bed and onto the floor hinting that there were quite a few, though it was too dark for her to see. With a light and mirror, she was able to see the flowers that were now her hair.

Flowers. That. Were. Now. Her. Hair.

Had she known more about flowers, maybe she would recognize the Peruvian lily, but she doesn't. All she knows is that blonde hair was now orange and yellow and full of blossoms.

When she leaves her apartment that morning, her ears are already hurting, the tops curving inward. A flower elf. Somehow, Sam is turning into a flower elf.]

Wildcard

[Anything goes here. Meetings, monster attacks, feel free to throw me a prompt!]

3

[notveryeasy]

[What he would have given to be an elegant monster but for the moment Subaki is trying to gracefully walk with the rocks coming out of his shoulders. It's rather embarrassing. Still, he can't just hide forever. He's a soldier and there were others that weren't so prepared.

Which is why Subaki is now wandering the streets looking for other new monsters. He's armed, of course, but he's also carrying medicines he got from the Dala clinic before the fog. They're in a bag hooked to his belt. He keeps the staff in one hand, leaning on it lightly like a walking stick.]

Do you need some help? The locals seem to be quite on guard lately.

hotarumaru | touken ranbu

[lampyris]

scenario one

[ Hotarumaru's first experience at a real hospital hadn't exactly been a fun one. Waking up only to be ushered out of the room before you can even orientate yourself wasn't a great start to anything, in his opinion. Something felt very very wrong with the entire situation, too, but Hotarumaru couldn't quite put a finger on what it was yet.

In any case, there is now a very small person reading a very long pamphlet ("Dealing with Your New Life As An Abominable Snowman: Dos and Do Nots") with their head tilted sideways standing outside a nearby building. He looks confused and slightly disgruntled, not to mention completely harmeless. ]

scenario two

[ When you are a tiny, tiny person who is used to being armed, finding yourself in a big, big wood unarmed is particularly jarring. It becomes even more jarring when the armament you usually carry is usually, well, yourself, so having a big part of yourself that also serves as a weapon missing is all kinds of disorientating. Couple that with the fact that at the startling height of 3'11", you can't see over the next pile of rocks, let alone high enough to find a path or way out.

Long story short, Hotarumaru is now a very lost swordboy.

Thankfully, he's not the type to lose his head about things. He may be confused, vulnerable and hopelessly lost, but he seems to be trucking through okay, keeping a keen eye on his surroundings--

Until he bumps right into you. Like, literally.]

O-oww...

wildcard

[ Feel free to start your own prompt!! ]

two

[gravesite]

[ — oof! the first thing that tsurumaru recognizes is that whatever had bumped into him is incredibly short, but further inspection proves that this boy isn't someone that he should eat... to be honest, hotarumaru probably isn't even big enough to be an entire meal on his own.

but luckily for him, eating small swordboys is not on today's agenda. so after folding his wings back, he places his hand on hotarumaru's head, trying to reassure him with a comforting pat. ]

If you were trying to surprise me, Hotaru, you did a good job.

Misa Amane | Death Note

[happysweets]

Scenario 1-A

[ Huh. Bit of a tough crowd here. Misa's certainly not used to waking up stranded anywhere, and she still can't help but feel like this is still all just a really weird fever dream or something to that effect; first of all, these pamphlets simply have to be some kind of prank. While, yes, bunnyipyips certainly sound adorable (and fur-bearing trout sound absolutely disgusting, the general gist she seems to be getting from all of this is that she's going to be changing into one of these weird, um...creatures(?) that she's been seeing around..? Which just won't do, no no no, she has a reputation to consider, a modelling career, she can't be in a magazine if she's some kind of...something! ]

U-um, excuse me, but, um, this is some kind of a spooky Halloween prank, right?! Is Misa-Misa on candid camera or something? I mean, it wasn't even close to Halloween before, but, Misa-Misa will forgive that, for sure!

[ More importantly, where was Rem..? It's not like her to not follow her around...and more importantly than that, while she can't tell if it's just because of the people here not exactly being human or what, but no matter how hard she squints, she can't make out anyone's names...normally, it'd just come naturally, but, if she made the Eye Deal again just to lose them for some reason, this is gonna be a huge problem...she needs to get back to Tokyo and fast, this was not good at all--

Hopefully Light doesn't get too mad at her for this when she gets back, she had no idea she'd end up in spooky nightmare monster land...and to think there was something so important that she had to do, too..! Ugh, this was the worst! ]

Scenario 1-B

[ And then, of course, there was the crowd crowd...naturally, Misa was used to dealing with big groups of people, it's practically in the job description! Comes with the territory of being a model! She's even used to dealing with the occasional rowdy bunch every now and again...but when it comes to pitchforks and riots, that is completely outside of her area of expertise and is a matter best left for security, thank you very much! ]

Listen, if you all want autographs, there's no need to be so noisy about it! Misa-Misa will gladly sign some stuff, even those really pointy forks! I promise! But do you think we can all maybe get in a single-file line before that? Pretty-please? Seeing everyone all mobby and everything makes me a little nervous...

[ She...seems to genuinely believe that these are just a group of particularly aggressive fans. Who knew model fandoms stretched all the way to farming monster-village communities? Certainly not Misa.

Might want to help her get out of there. ]

Scenario 2

Reeeeem? Where areeee yoooou? C'mon, Misa-Misa's getting lonely...

[ Somehow, her search for her shinigami friend has put her into this strange forest; it's not too dissimilar from the one where Light buried his notebook, really, but it's a bit...spookier. The paths are a bit more twisty and a lot more turny, and the sounds certainly aren't pleasant, to say the least...when it comes to finding her way back, well, that might be a bit of a problem later, but for now, she's looking up at the trees.. ]

Are there any nice, juicy apples up there? If there are, I bet that's where you're hiding...

[ It doesn't look like they're bearing any sort of fruit, of course, but, she'd like to hold on to a little bit of hope. Of course, walking alone in the woods when you're a helpless young model certainly doesn't make things very easy for her, but, maybe she'll bump into someone friendly?

Unlikely, of course, but, again, hope is a powerful thing! ]

1-b

[prettyprettygood]

[larry almost gets away with getting through the crowd, but just has to open his big mouth. he's really hungry, and it's getting on peoples' bad sides, because people keep getting in-his-face thinking that he's about to eat them or something. he then has to explain, delicately, that he's just looking for a jewish deli or even a mcdonalds or something, and maybe if you people offered decent and reasonably-priced food products then people wouldn't have to resort to eating human flesh. this, of course, doesn't get the best reaction.

so, now he's kind of stuck in the middle of this muddled crowd, half of the people are trying to yell at misa and the other half is trying to run larry david out of town after people are starting to believe that he's about to eat them. all it does is steadily increase the size of the crowd in the area, and it's overpopulated.

eventually, with his back near against the wall because of this crowd and this lady saying her piece, larry's frustration reaches its' peak.]

I don't want your autograph, I just want a - a sandwich, or...I don't know, some chips or something!

Jimmy Two-Shoes | Jimmy Two-Shoes

[awesmazings]

[Scenario One]

[...you know, it's weird. One minute, he's playing fetch with his one-eyed cerberus dog in his front yard, and the next he's suddenly waking up in some...super weird place. Everything looks so different, so dark...but what ends up shocking Jimmy the most probably is the most backwards reaction anyone could have to a place like this.

Monsters? Fine. Cool actually, because maybe he just got turned around and outside of Miseryville somehow? Like....waaaay outside of it? Because monsters he's absolutely chill with, even if the monsters in these pamphlets aren't all like the ones he's familiar with.

No. It's other humans that is throwing Jimmy for a loop, because he's...never, ever seen another person like him before that wasn't Heloise, and her human status is debatable at best. So you might have a rather tall, lanky kid coming up to you with a gap-toothed grin plastered on his face, though it's a little tentative for once in his non-life.]

'Scuse me, uh...you wouldn't happen t'be a "human" by any chance, would you? Or...maybe you're a monster too? Or...is anyone here a uh...yaknow. Shortish, or red with horns n'stuff?

[Good gracious lord someone help this child.]

[Scenario Three: Faerie]

[So this place Jimmy's actually pretty down with. It's not too different from home, and the monsters are just as diverse. More so, even. He's had a lot of fun exploring the place and getting to know some of these new monsters, some of whom were once "human" themselves! So that's even cooler.

...at least until it's his turn to change. Because when you're suddenly growing a hard carapace and huge insect wings out of nowhere, you start to get just a little concerned.

Interestingly enough, though, Jimmy's lankiness seems to fit the physique of a soon-to-be bug person quite well. And once the pain of the transformation has passed, he's actually free to turn and gawk at the new wings laying against his back. His arms are covered in a hard outer shell as well, along with sharp, translucent claws having replaced his nails.

Just as he has half a mind to start saying something about his new additions, he trembles and his knees suddenly buckle before he hits the ground, his wings twitching but otherwise being zero help at all to him thus far. All that comes from him then is a muffled utterance from where his face is still mashed into the ground:]

Ouch...

1!

[kirlian]

[Well... He's close, kind of. She's definitely red, and she's definitely got horns, but...
Not really what people would call "shortish". After getting her Minotaur legs, Mahiru's actually only grown in height - just a few inches, sure, but there's a world of difference between 5'5" and 5'7". For her, anyway.

But she's listening! Cause unlike most of the guys she's met, this kid seems like... Well.
A kid.
And when she talks, her dainty voice absolutely does not fit her bulky, Minotaur looks -]

You mean... like a demon? There's a lot of those around, you know...
Or maybe a goblin? But those don't get horns, I think. Hmm.
Are you asking because you're lost? I Wouldn't mind helping you look for them.

larry david | curb your enthusiasm

[prettyprettygood]

Scenario 1-A

[this was bullcrap. complete and absolute bullcrap. larry is being shoved along in the village, and it's far more frantic and crowded than even LA could ever hope to be, and he's completely baffled by everything. everytime he tries to flag somebody down, he's met with skepticism and twinges of fear, and his frustration begins to reach a boiling point. eventually, he throws both of his hands up, directing his anger towards anybody who will listen.]

Listen, I don't deserve this kind of treatment! I'm Larry David! I'm - well, I'm kind of a...a big deal! [this stops at least like one or two people, who stare at him for a second like he just grew two heads.]

Yeah, these guys, they know! [he gestures towards them wildly.] You guys must've seen Seinfeld! I was George!

[they turn and walk away, rolling their eyes at the loon, and larry reaches out for them, walking behind them, as they begin to speed up and eventually run away from him.]

Wait, no, I wasn't really George! Well, I was! I was the guy who, I made the show, and I based George on me!

[he stops in his tracks, and he digs his hands into his pockets.]

They thought I was Jason Alexander.

Scenario 1-B

[larry strolls into one of the bathrooms holding a big stack of pamphlets, and walks back out holding none of them. some of the kind people who gave him the pamphlets eye him suspiciously, having watched him because he was acting a little unhinged. this gets even worse when larry tries to take one of the pamphlets back without them noticing, and he ends up talking to 3 very angry-looking pamphlet holders.]

Now, look, I didn't throw away your pamphlets! I would never do that! See, I took your pamphlet into the bathroom, and...you know, you can't take it back out of the bathroom, right? It either ends up touching your gross unwashed hands or it ends up wet from the sink or your own hands! I'm not - I'm trying to replace the pamphlets that you guys gave me.

Scenario 3

[larry doesn't even like fish.

the "larry david sandwich"? it was 2 different kinds of fish, and capers, and larry hated it. that's it. he's become the larry david sandwich. this is his punishment. he's got a freaking tail and...god he's starting to get gills. where's the walt disney people, he feels like he's gonna get sued for copyright infringement at any second. so, what now? is he just gonna embrace this?

well, he'll certainly try. and he does, finding a nice rock out in the middle of a...lake. nice lake, small lake, and he begins his alluring song:]

Hey, boys! It's...me, the alluring mermaid! I'll sell you some decently-priced seafood products for far less than today's overpriced seafood market! 10 bucks for a calamari appetizer, pssh, who are those guys fooling?

[he's owning it.]

Wildcard

[hit me with anything, as long as it ends in larry david being humiliated.]

1A

[copy_ability]

... Poyo?

[Evidently someone was watching the scene, even if he didn't understand it completely. Holding a stack of pamphlets himself is a two year old with bright pink hair, staring at the man as if he had suddenly grown horns and that wasn't uncommon here.]

Jay-son? [he babbles, clearly unused to speech.] Kirby!

osomatsu matsuno // osomatsu-san

[titularly]

i. we have a scumball here, folks

[This wouldn't be the first time Osomatsu's woken up somewhere unfamiliar, per-say... it didn't bother him much at all, when he sat up in that hospital room with cuts and bruises on his body and no recollection of how he arrived here. The fact that his clothes were soaking wet and that the room looked like it belonged in an old, 1950's soap drama didn't bother him either. The doctor telling him that he was fished upon the shore, the fact that he was a town that didn't sound even the slightest bit like it belonged in Japan...

What did bother him, though... was the fact that he was alone.

He left that hospital with his head bowed, his hands forced into the cold, wet pockets of his hoodie. It's usually not like himself to let something like this get to him -- or at least, to show when it does. Being the eldest of six identical, twin brothers... doesn't leave a lot of room for you to worry about yourself. He's usually in charge of making sure his little brothers don't fight or cheering them up or listening to their own problems. Plus, he just generally doesn't like to be upset. He'd rather goof around and make jokes out of a serious situation like this, but that's the thing. If he had woken up with just one of his brothers, it'd be different. Right now... right now he didn't have anyone to cheer up or joke around with.

He was completely by himself.]

[Apparently, his bad mood was easy to read just by looking at him because within only 20 or so minutes, the locals began to shove pamphlets his way with smiles on their faces. It was annoying, at first but then some of them started to offer something better -- free breakfast, a place to stay, and that's when Osomatsu started to feel a little better about the situation.

About halfway through the day, the guy's got his hoodie just filled with pamphlets haphazardly shoved into his pocket, and a big grin from ear to ear. All that offers of free stuff has him feeling pretty great about himself, to the point of narcissism, and when he notices a newcomer walking his way, he bounds over with a skip in his step.]

Hey, hey -- do 'ya got something for me? You do, don't you?

[He holds his hand out to them, expectantly.]

I'll take whatever you got, but just so you know I'd strrrrrrongly prefer money!

iv. you die in the gag anime you die for real

[Round ears, sharp fangs, claws and a furry tail -- Osomatsu had undoubtedly turned into a Werebear. A red panda, to be exact. At first, he thought it was pretty boring; under the impression that if he was going to go through painful and horrific changes, that he should at least turn into something big and scary so he could easily scare humans into giving him free shit. But he learned over time that his new, cute bear appendages helped him in a different regard. He never really used the "act cute to get stuff" route, that was something saved for the youngest sextuplet instead, but after a woman had complimented him on his cute ears and markings and offered to buy him a snack (which ended absolutely poorly after he started flirting with her...), he learned to make use of his new monster form that way.

Though. Acting cute to ask for beer from a bunch of angry monster hunters was probably. Not something he should have done.

After running down a few streets like his life depended on it, Osomatsu found himself backed into a corner. He stood with his back to a wall, blocking off the area behind him and about four hunters all closing in on him.]

O-oi, all I asked for was a free beer! You guys don't have to kill me over it, you coulda' just said "no"!

[In reply, one of the hunters runs at Osomatsu with a rather large looking knife and swings; to which Osomatsu ducks, and he makes a dash for it. He takes advantage of his shorter stature to stumble past the taller men and get out of that blocked off area, but they were fast to follow and pretty soon they've caught up again.

The previous man with the knife grasps on to Osomatsu's wrist and takes another swing, with Osomatsu dodging just barely enough to escape getting his eye stabbed with that knife. It slices his cheek instead, digging deeply into his skin and leaving a nice open gash slashed right across it. Osomatsu rips his hand free and stumbles back a few feet, falling flat onto his ass as he presses his hands against his wound and lets out a howl of pain as if he had gotten a limb chopped off or something... he's begun to flail his legs around like a child as well, and his overreaction actually has the hunters confused enough to pause in their pursuit.

If someone were to step in and save his ass, now would be the perfect chance....]

v. secret prompt unlocked

[After encounters with hunters and learning pretty quick that the humans of this place were no help at all, Osomatsu's decided to turn to help from his own kind. He can't take care of himself, he's a NEET after all and it's not like he has any skills to get a job. So... he's done the next best thing.

On a busy street of downtown Bavan, there's a rather large cardboard box sitting out on the sidewalk in front of a cafe. The words "Free Kitty" are scribbled in big, red letters across the front but inside is in fact the furthest thing from a 'kitty' at all. It's Osomatsu in his red panda glory, either peeking his head out with the most pathetic expression he can manage or calling out to people, asking how they could be so cruel to leave a kitten on it's own in the rain (it's not even raining). Or he can be found cat-calling to women that look particularly cute or lazily drinking a beer with one of his arms hanging over the side.

This is what he's chosen to do for himself. This is his job. He's been out here for a week.

Someone please stop him, he probably smells so bad.]

vi. wildcard

[Want to make a prompt of your own? Feel free to, here! I'll follow suit!]

i

[awesmazings]

[Well guess what, Osomatsu? You're currently approaching one of your fellow newcomers who seems to have pants-pockets that are just as stuffed with pamphlets, more than he honestly knows what to do with.]

Huh?

[He pivots on his heel and looks down at Oso, and then at his outstretched hands with a sympathetic grin, pulling out a paper from each of his overflowing pockets.]

Gosh, sorry...I mean, I got all these, if you want them? But no money or anything...

[And he seems glad to just give them to Oso, no questions asked. It's not like he won't be able to get more if he needs them.]

lucius malfoy | harry potter series

[ueteribus]

ONE

[Being abruptly vanished - abducted, clearly - off to Merlin knows where with absolutely no warning. Not exactly a good way to start his day. Obviously there must be some reasoning behind this, they must want something from him; he's not entirely looking forward to hearing it, for there is a lingering feeling he has about this that strikes him as more sinister in its uncertainty than he would like to admit. He expects someone with answers will of course eventually approach him. He's keeping his eyes narrowed and his ears attentive until then.

Drawn to his full height he mills about the crowd slowly. He would be imperiously demanding that one of these people tell him what's going on here - less than impressive rabble that they are, one of them might as well be useful and provide information. But he gathered swiftly the majority of them are also 'new arrivals', with no more answers than he. Asking anything of them just made him look foolish, and so he's fallen back to observant silence. By the time the locals start showing up, with their offers of help, he's slipped into a more calculating mode. Perhaps it's best to glean information without calling more attention to himself until he has a better picture of what's going on.

That plan however goes right out of his head soon as he scans over one of the pamphlets he's been handed. The outlandish, horrifying, insulting information it presents sends him into a state of incensed shock. He spins back around, accosting the nearest person in an icy hiss of demand - never mind it may not be the same one who actually gave him the paper in the first place.]

What is the meaning of this?


THREE - WEREWOLF (MINOR GORE WARNING)

[Magic does not work like this. Magic does not work like this.

Hasn't he known the ins and outs of its power all the days of his life? Wasn't it a gift, a world he was born into? He understands magic. That's why no matter what they tried to tell him, no matter what everyone said, he knew better. He scoffed and sneered, for no curse on record works at all the way everyone was trying to describe. What's really going on here, he couldn't say, but he won't buy into the outlandish story. Surely he is not going to change.

Until that night, when with flickers of pain breaking out across his skin and his stomach twisting with nausea...he does in fact begin.

He was out for a walk, trying to clear his head of whatever ailed him with some fresh air. Possibly a bad idea, in retrospect. A nearby clock is tolling the hour, and it rings in his head seemingly over-loud as he manages to stagger to a nearby bench before his legs give out. He half-hunches over, clutching his stomach. His mouth...tastes like blood? Merlin, is he dying?

He coughs violently, spraying a mouthful across the paving stones in front of him. He trembles, paralyzed with helpless desperate anger. What is happening to him?

As the pain subsides he finds the shape of his teeth feels wrong in his mouth. He glances down at his hands and stares - his nails are claws, and the back of his palms are covered in fur. He doesn't realize it, but his now wide eyes have turned golden yellow.]

N-no...no!

One

[applol]

[The person .. if one used the term rather loosely... accosted by Lord Malfoy is a very tall, very strange looking creature that could probably pass for human in a dim hallway. But humans don't have yellow eyes or sharp peglike teeth or crooked claws or skin so pale as to be nearly white. Do they? Ryuk looks a lot more human than he used to, at least.

But he's a new arrival too, by the couple of pamphlets clutched in one spidery hand. And when Lucius whirls and snaps his demand, the ghoulish figure smiles, putting all those sharp teeth on display.]

Looks like it means everyone's headed for a real interesting time.

[That smile widens towards an almost mad grin, and a single pamphlet is held up.]

I think I got one you don't.

Kirby | Hoshi no Kirby / Kirby Right Back At Ya!

[copy_ability]

Scenario one: [The god who is responsible for bringing and transforming people here is a cruel one, and while they've brought children before, it's possible that this is the youngest victim ever brought here. Wandering alone in the city is strange and scary, and even though Kirby is used to exploring the mysterious unknown, and fighting all kinds of scary creatures, he's never done it in a body that not's small and round.

Most likely, you're going to spot the two year old walking around, looking for someone to help him. However, people here tower over him more than usual, and talk in equally huge words. Kirby doesn't understand most of it. In fact, he doesn't understand anything here. Where is Popstar? Who or what are these strange aliens? Why is he one of them? Why are none of his friends here?]

Fumu! Bun! Lololo! Lalala! Birdy![He still doesn't have Tokkori's name down. It's painfully obvious he's young and oblivious to the fact there are big scary men with big scary pitchforks eyeing him darkly.

If you don't find him searching, staying optimistic as much as he can, you're going to find him reading the pamphlets that a careless Bavan citizen has shoved in his hands. Or trying to. The pamphlet is upside down. He can't read. The pictures are nice though.]

Uuwahhhhhh!

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Scenario Four: The Troll (Gore warning)

[Have you ever seen a baby troll? If you haven't seen one, it's adorable, in a weird way. Like all trolls, Kirby has grown long ears, and they twitch happily as he enjoys his food. They're surprisingly fluffy-looking, despite the fact that he's made completely out of stone now. At least crystal-like protrusions are pretty too, the light blue crystals shimmering like ice that grow all up his arms and shoulders and back.

However, while Kirby does have the adorable, chubby face, pretty rocks on his back, and lovely pointy ears, the rest of him is horrible. Those who find him in the city in the dead of night will come to a gruesome sight. Kirby is kneeling in a pool of blood, chewing away at a mangled human as if it was a juicy piece of steak. Long, black claws dig into the human's torso, tearing out the intestines and anything else Kirby doesn't want to eat.

Kirby doesn't hear the loud yelling coming from somewhere far in the distance- people looking around for monsters like him to kill- and if he does, he doesn't care. All the two-year old cares about is eating the delicious flesh, tearing tendons and ligaments apart in the long teeth he has.

However, he'll notice anyone in his peripheral vision and if he spots you, he'll flash a bloody grin at you and wave with his tiny dirty hands.]

Hiiiiii!

FOUR

[hackeralert]

[ Wheatley stares back at the tiny troll, taking a while to process what he's looking at. His finely honed predatory senses picked up the blood and led him straight to it from halfway across town, and there certainly is plenty of blood present, but somehow he wasn't expecting this. His remaining eye squints, glinting an inhuman gold in the dim moonlight, the other safely tucked away behind a white eyepatch. He cocks his head to one side like the bewildered dog-- well, more of a stoat-- that he is.

He's pretty sure he knows what he's looking at. That poor creature. ]

Right, um... Well, that's certainly unfortunate, but they knew what they were getting into, yeah? Here, let me just...

[ Wheatley approaches the baby, intending to grab it around the middle and remove it from the human's bloody abdominal cavity so he can have a go. Whether Kirby is willing to cooperate with the rail-thin, one-eyed, feral-looking human/weasel/dryer lint hybrid is another matter. ]

Ryuk | Death Note

[applol]

[One]

[Some new arrivals are assumed to be monsters already and thus don't get barraged with the constant bullshit of misleading pamphlets and well-wishes; it's too late after all. This new arrival is well over six feet tall, broad shouldered and otherwise unhealthily thin, and could pass as human if one really wasn't paying attention. But his eyes are red-pupilled yellow, his long spidery fingers still end in short claws, and when he smiles - which is often and uncomfortably wide for most people - the array of sharp peggish teeth on display is anything but human. Too late for the welcomes and flattery then, he MUST have begun changing. Not too late for glares and mutters, but those are being ignored. There were other things to do, like watch other new arrivals be accosted by humanity in one form or another and watch what happens to them with interest. Some yell in denial, some get angry, some just accept all the 'friendly helpfulness'.

Not one has really caught Ryuk's eye yet. Humanity was interesting but this bunch so far really isn't. All this about turning into monsters sounded like nonsense but now and again there was an inhuman shape in the crowd, and everyone could certainly see him, so something interesting was going on. And interesting was right up his alley. So what if it had changed him too, so what if he had a pulse or was breathing? It was new, it was definitely not boring.

But he himself isn't doing much interesting, merely lurking against the wall of an open alley, eyes on a pair of young people with a handful of pamphlets, black lips twisted into a grin as they eye him uncertainly, clearly wondering if he's worth approaching.]

Whatcha got there?

[Four]

[Frankly, Ryuk didn't have any interest in what he was becoming, that seemed almost obvious by the black feathered wings that had sprouted rather painfully (and that too had been interesting) or the way his hands were rapidly growing scales. But other people, there were others in this foggy dark night changing, becoming something else, and the horror and pain is a fascinating lure that sends him stalking like a crooked vulture through the city, seeking those poor unfortunate souls.

They're out there, after all. And there's some humans looking too, with weapons and angry noises, but he's not interested in them.

He's interested in the changing monsters. And as soon as he finds one he's going to settle somewhere nearby and watch with unblinking, unsettling interest, just like the scavenger-bird he was beginning to look like. Anyone will do, really.]

One

[andeatit]

[Bavan. It's Light's temporary home, but it also seems to be a common place for new arrivals. The schedule is easy enough to predict, and being able to plan requires having as much information as possible. Besides, it's not impossible that someone from his world will show, and if that someone is from a future date, that would be horribly helpful when he gets back.

Which he will, but for now, he's showing signs of changes himself. Gloves and boots hide parts of the transformation, but four large blue and black wings stretch out from behind him, far too big to hide inside of clothing.

Ryuk isn't an easy person to miss but somehow, with all of the faces he thought he might see, Light doesn't expect his. Their magic can even get a Shinigami? The realization stops him in the street, but only barely. There's no question as to rather or not he'll approach. Rather, as he takes a few steps to close the distance, he prepares himself for Ryuk's less than sensitive words.]

Ryuk. [His first word is to get Ryuk's attention.] So, you managed to get taken too.

John Wayne Cleaver | I Am Not A Serial Killer books

[john_the_brave]

SCENARIO ONE

[He's no stranger to pamphlets. His family ran a funeral home. Aside from the ones that are all about the various models of coffin, their advantages and disadvantages, and the ones about grieving, there're also the pamphlets in the back about the new embalming machines and different creamtors and all the rest that his mother keeps around. Kept around. So he knows just how helpful pamphlets can be. And how useless. All the same, most of his focus is on the people who keep talking to him, treating him differently. He doesn't like it, feels exposed, feels like the mess that's inside of his head is somehow scrawled across his forehead. He actually prefers the people who are glaring. He can understand them, especially if any of these pamphlets are right. Especially if he's going to become like Them.

But he needs to know more, needs information. That's the only way to fight monsters, after all. You have to learn about them, have to learn how they work, have to learn what sets them off and how you can bait them.

You need to know where they might be inside you so you can cut them out. Or... learn how to cage them, at the very least.

That's why he spends most of his time doing his best to ignore the villagers, looking for someone like him (ha), another castaway, another monster-in-the-making.

And he tries not to feel the warm glow off of the idea that they might just understand him too.]

SCENARIO TWO

[He'd gone to the woods. Of course he'd gone to the woods. All these people being weird at him, staring at him, waiting. He'd gone to the woods, looking for a good place to build a fire, watch some branches burn. Fire was pure. Fire was comforting. The things the fire said to him were private, personal, their own. He'd come here for some alone time, after all.

But there keeps being NOISES. He can't find alone time, and he's doing his best to keep his temper in check. It takes most of his concentration, so he's a little more clumsy and a lot less observant than usual...]

due

[digiorno]

[John might not be looking where he's going, but some of the locals have a few extra eyes for this exact purpose. Arms, too. Which is fortunate enough, because it seems like if he doesn't look where he's going this kid might run headfirst into a faerie trap.]

[It's worth noting, for the record, that when someone just barely sixteen refers to a fifteen-year-old as "kid", there's a strong possibility that he's not entirely normal himself. Only time will tell. Physically, of course, it's pretty obvious that something is amiss here, given that John's caught by the shoulders just before colliding into Somebody. And he's caught by the shoulders by six arms.]

[That is more than the usual number of arms, probably. At least the grip isn't too tight, and the voice that comes from Somebody is low and attempting to be soothing.]

Careful. It's not safe out here. Are you looking for someone?

Howard Stark | MCU

[nameditforhim]

SCENARIO ONE

[He's starting to get annoyed. Starting, HA! he's been annoyed, but he's been able to at least lie to himself well enough to keep from punching out one of the yahoos who keeps glaring at him like an idiot. Yeah, like an idiot, because who glares at someone who's possibly going to become a werebear for goodness sake and decide that they sure do like your head at least four feet from your body? But he's kept his spirits up, managed to charm a couple of the village girls into literal haystacks to keep his spirits up (and his opinion on that is that haystacks are overrated and that girls are and always will be, regardless of the universe, G-d's gift to him, personally), and now he's looking to get some answers. He's not reading those loo-look pamphlets that sound like they were written by a self-help quack on a bender after movie night. No, he's looking for people who know what they're talking about. Or at the very least, a damn lab where he might be able to work some of this out himself...]

SCENARIO TWO

[...what the hell is he doing here? What, exactly, in the blue stinkin' blazes is he doing her? No really, what? Why is he in a forest? Why did he think it was a good idea to go into a forest? Wait wait wait... blonde, brunette, or redhead? Ahhhh. There's the ticket. But the girl seems to have scampered off and now he's just lost, which is not his favorite thing, in the woods, which will never be his favorite place to be. And where the hell are all these kids who keep laughing at him? He's never had the inclination to punch a schoolgirl in the face before, but it's starting to make more and more sense to him.]

SCENARIO THREE

[The thing about being the scientist is, if you're not a complete nincompoop, you're not the one who gets the funny features. Of course, you also don't get the bulging pecs and the kind of arm that the Dodgers would pay money for, but you at least always know what you're about and that everything's going to stay where it's supposed to, roughly.

So these fangs? These fangs just... are not going to happen. No, he's not doing this. He is not. He's gonna find a file and he's going to file these babies down and they're going to pretend like this all DIDN'T HAPPEN because no. No no no. This is not happening.]
All right folks, anyone got a good file, smallish, maybe the kind you'd use for wearing down a bolt or something?

SCENARIO FOUR

[He really wishes he had his money right about now. His money would be great because he could pay these whackos off and go about his business, but his car might not be bad either. He could use his car, run away, far past where they could get him, or if they kept up with this nonsense, maybe just run over a couple of them, lickity split. But no, he's here, and they're here, and they've got guns and stakes and swords and is that garlic? No, something else. The whole kit and caboodle, anyway, as if they're not sure exactly which kind of beasty he is, exactly. Which is fair, he supposes. No telling what you might come upon and better to be prepared. But right now, he'd really rather they weren't because he's going to do his best to get AWAY...]

4

[betheshield]

[Ah, nothing like the sound of an angry mob to start her evening. She sees them cornering some poor bastard, but she really doesn't feel like getting in a fight when relations between monsters and humans are so precarious.

The gargoyle sticks to the shadows--it's easier to hide her face and her more sinister changes there, and she doesn't want to cause the group to panic.]

I believe that's more than enough, gentlemen.

[She pours every ounce of authority she's gained over the years into her voice. Hopefully, an implied threat will be enough to scare them off without throwing around fireballs.]

Jellal Fernandes | Fairy Tail

[rememberscarlet]

[ I – Arrival ]

[Even with his eyes bandaged, his sight still recovering from his bout with the (now former) Seis, it doesn't take Jellal long to realize that none of his guild mates are close; not Meredy, not Eric, Macbeth or any of the others. His disorientation is strong; he can't sense any magic at all… and the vague explanations from the hospital staff weren't much of any help at all.

It's not much better now that he's escaped and made it out into town – people keep trying to shove things into his hands, papers?, and nobody is actually explaining anything. Moving blindly is a hassle, but he doesn't dare to reach up and remove the bandages just yet; Meredy's warnings not to strain himself too soon still too fresh. One careless movement, a shove from somewhere in the crowd and Jellal is sent stumbling, hands reaching forward to catch himself on something, anything… another person, perhaps.

His head bows slightly once he's regained his balance and pulled his hands back.]

My apologies! Are you alright?


[ III – Goblin ]

[His sight has returned, and he has long been told the facts of what happens in this place, this dimension (parallel to Earthland like Edolas maybe? Was it truly the Fog God that called him here, if it was did She access an anima?), to realize that magic here works differently and his own not at all.

Despite all the warnings, despite knowing what the fog will bring, the change hits sudden and fast – forcing Jellal to double over in the middle of the streets, eyes wide as he twitches; his bones bending and twisting onto themselves into shorter shape. By the time awareness returns, his throat feels hoarse… has he been screaming?

Yet, the greatest surprise is the ice licking at his fingers as he right himself, grass and ground around him covered by frost in shape of his outline. For a moment he closes his eyes, reaching inwards for power like he's done it for near twenty years and surely enough he can feel something moving, a faint gust brushing over his hands. It's very little, much less than his true power is capable of, but…]

…So this is the magic of this realm.

[It's a start, something familiar to work with.]

Vegeta | Dragon Ball Z

[iamthehype]

1.)

[It's not the ridiculous pamphlets or the overbearing humans that have him extra crabby, but the fact that someone, somehow, had managed to knock out and kidnap a saiyan. And now they wanted him to play along with some earth-based farce? No way in hell. Once he finds out who's responsible for this, they're going to become very acquainted with his fist.]

[He intends to set the pile of handouts on fire with a ki blast. But nothing happens. That's unheard of. Impossible. Sure, he's felt a little strange since waking up, but why can't he use his energy? That's more troubling than anything that's come before. He snarls and throws them. There, that'll show 'em.]


3.) [Wendigo]

[It begins with death. Kind of funny, considering he's been dead before. His life ending by heart-attack is new though, especially when he keeps breathing after the fact.]

[The pain is nothing, not even when the claws rip through nail beds and horns begin to sprout. Pain, blood, adrenaline, and pushing past all three are the cornerstones of his brutal life. He's used to it, had to face it nearly every day for countless years. It doesn't stop him. It doesn't even slow him down.]

[If anything, it makes him more ferocious, with a desire to go out and inflict the same on others. Oh, to rampage again. That sounds like an amazing plan-- hopefully you're not in this newly transformed wendigo's way!]

4.)

[Pft, humans. They're such fearful, simple creatures. Vegeta applauds their decision to confront a threat, but can't help but laugh at their sheer stupidity. Don't they know how outmatched they are? He may have lost his saiyan powers but he's gained new abilities in turn. So they want a fight? Then a fight they'll get.]

I'll be happy to end your miserable lives!

[He's probably underestimating his opponents. He's definitely underestimating them. And yet trying to pull a saiyan out of a fight is even harder than preventing one from starting a brawl in the first place.]

WILDCARD

[Choose your own adventure!]

4!

[raidraptors]

[Shun isn't really looking to prevent anything; these type of Fogs are his preferred hunting grounds – his sympathy with the humans on the hunt is fairly limited. The changes are miserable enough without having idiots shoot at you.

He perches about mid-level of a fire escape and just watches the brawl unfold for the moment. That idiot in the middle of it seems pretty enthusiastic… he frowns a little at that, then shakes his head. Well, for the moment he doesn't seem to need any help anyway.]

King T'Challa | MCU (Civil War spoilers possible)

[amotekun]

ONE
[ The first thing he'd done when he arrived was find clothes. He couldn't very well go around in his Black Panther suit forever. No, he exchanged it for a tailored suit, though not of the fine quality royalty may be used to. Beggars can't be choosers, however, and he had to make do. He makes his way through the crowds, not engaging with anyone or anything, until a pamphlet is shoved into his hands. He stops, reading it, then slowly crumples it up in his fist.

Misinformation will not help him here. ]

THREE: Manticore
[ How cliché. Of course the Black Panther would become... a black panther. The claws come first, then the teeth, then his ears become pointed and dark fur covers his skin. All is somehow expected. Handled. But the hunger? He refuses to debase himself by murdering to survive. Death must be dealt for a reason.

He's gone too long now, though. Waited too far past the time when he should have fed. The madness has overtaken him, and he takes to the streets, wild, wanton, hungry. ]

FOUR
[ Now that he is the master of his needs, he focuses his time on training. Adapting to this new form, and how he can use it to fight those who would murder his kind. The king must protect his people, and he may never see Wakanda again, so for now, these monsters are his people.

He swoops down from the rooftop, large wings taking him gracefully to the ground, where he lands in front of a group of human attackers, claws bared. ]

You will not hurt them anymore.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha tends to hang back when new arrivals start to filter out of the hospital. It's against her nature not to be here at all, not to scan them for familiar faces or to keep an eye on out for potential problems with the locals. She also doesn't want to terrify anyone as soon as they come out of the hospital though.

There's no sign of recognition when she sees T'Challa, but he does catch her attention. He's already found himself clothes that blend in. She can respect that. He also clearly values cut and quality. That's more than most people have on their mind when they first show up.

This new arrival warrants attention.]

Cassandra Cain | DCU

[slam_poetry]

ONE

[When she had arrived, she had been greeted as it seemed all were greeted: with placation by some and hatred from others. In truth, reading each and every one of the villagers made her feel nauseous; all she could see in any of them, regardless of their behavior, was fear. And while she liked being known as competent, fear was not something she wanted others to feel when they looked at her. That was why she kept to herself and spent her nights looking for others, others like her. Others who had, apparently, been cursed by this place. She needed answers; even if she was not much of a detective, she would need some clues before she could do anything about her situation. ]

TWO

[She had followed the shadowy creature into the forest and it had escaped her, much to her frustration. But somehow, somehow she had been turned around. There were voices. Paths didn't seem to go where they had once gone, even moments before. Cassandra wasn't happy, didn't enjoy being toyed with, and she wasn't going to stand for it much longer.]

If you wish to take me, come and fight. I won't play this game much longer.

THREE | HARPY

[She had wondered, since the first person here had been kind enough to explain what happened, which monster she would become. Which inhuman beast she would be. She had seen some of the others, and some of them hadn't seemed... terrible, really. It it was inevitable, she supposed, she could hope that it was at least something that she found appealing. She wasn't sure what might result, but when she found the feathers, she had to swallow an almost manic laugh. Didn't they know she was Batgirl, not one of the Robins?]

FOUR

[She had found the corpse. After all, just because she was no longer human, just because she was no longer in Gotham or Bludhaven, that didn't mean she didn't have a duty to perform, and so she'd been patrolling. And on her patrol, she had found the corps, partially eaten and starting to decay. She was glad of the last, glad that the scent didn't entice her as much as it could have because she was hoping to find the killer... not create another victim.

That was when the hunters came upon her, however, and her feathers bristled in frustration at the interruption. They stilled as she saw what they thought had happened, despite the lack of blood on her clothes or her mouth or her body, and she didn't even make an attempt to talk to them. Instead, she pushed up with powerful legs and attempted to take to the sky to flee...]