TEST DRIVE MEME

[rysligmods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

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: The State of the Game Discussion produced a lot of great suggestions and we now have a post for Plot Suggestions and Monster Questions. The NETWORK VOTE results are in and PRIVATE MESSAGING will be added some time in November. Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look. You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely. Reserve and application dates have been announced. Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample! Sample scenarios: SCENARIO ONE: You've just been released from the hospital in Vandare and no one really seems to know what to do with you. The locals offer polite advice but don't seem to want to spend a lot of time with you. You and the other new arrivals stick out like sore thumbs, so perhaps one will spot you wandering about town. 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. 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.

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Princess Jasmine | Aladdin | OTA

[desertprize]

SCENARIO ONE

This needed to be treated like any other diplomacy mission. As a stranger in a strange land, it was Jasmine's responsibility to represent all of Agrabah on her shoulders. It was of utmost importance to carry herself with poise and grace. And so, even though she felt lost and afraid, it wouldn't show as she made her way through the village. She did her best to keep to herself, at least until she made her way to the marketplace.

"Pardon me," she greeted a stranger gently, though her smile seemed forced and tortured. "I don't suppose you'd be able to help me with the local currency? I'm not quite certain how much these coins mean..."


SCENARIO TWO/THREE

By now, Jasmine's been here long enough to understand the whisperings and the murmurings. There were once strangers who traveled here, and they were trapped in some kind of enchantment. According to the rumors, those enchantments would affect Jasmine as well, sooner or later. It was fortunate that she wasn't exactly the type who was willing to sit back and accept certain doom. That was what led her deep into the forest. The locals seemed to believe that the forest held some kind of power, and if the power was there, then obviously the answer to all their troubles would be there as well. It was just as matter of perseverance.

Regretfully, Jasmine's perseverance would only lead her in circles. Although she began her journey during the morning hours, the sky was already growing purple and hazy, the step just before nightfall. And still Jasmine stepped among the twists and turns, hopelessly lost and vulnerable.

Perhaps she'd encounter someone else here. Or something else, at least.


[OOC: In the first prompt, Jasmine is fairly new. Feel free to break her in and introduce her to the way of the world here! I couldn't decide whether the second passage would be better suited for prompts 2 or 3, so it can be either. If your character is a monster already, have a princess to terrify. Alternatively, Jasmine could transform mid-thread.

I'm also not completely married to either of these starters. Please, feel welcome to play whatever scene you'd like! I'm just here to test out this setting.]

(Two/Three?)

[dragonspride]

Campfires and food might've been a sign that someone had a clue, or at least that someone felt comfortable enough to be trying to cook.

Or, in this case, was feeling pragmatic and sick of walking enough; he was sitting cross-legged by the fire, a couple rabbits roasting over it, chin resting on folded hands so that the claws and scales on them might've gone unnoticed.

The sound of someone else in the woods meant either whatever had him lost was coming out, or that it'd caught someone else; faintly gleaming eyes squinted off into the foliage before he called out, tone flat and tired. "Is someone there?"

Royce Bracket | Transistor | OTA

[eventhandler]

SCENARIO ONE

[This is...this is disconcerting, to say the least. This is hardly where he thought he'd end up before that...well, confrontation. Fight. Odd, so very odd, that he's found himself in a place he would have never predicted. Even his mathematical mind, ever so logical, has no real explanation to offer him now.]

[He wanders, listlessly, mind buzzing with a million questions. But, above all, there's a need. An urge. Something that he can use to focus his mind and resolve the confusion burning in his chest.]

[He murmurs, wide green eyes narrowing as he continues to walk along:]

...Cigarettes. I need...yes. I need to find cigarettes...

SCENARIO TWO

[Royce may know the geography of his city of Cloudbank like the back of his hand, but this place? He's lost, and he knows it. He hates it. He practically wants to spit when he realizes he's been going in circles. In circles, in circles, this convoluted place, almost mocking him and his thoughts and the way circumferences of circles always seem to turn back into themselves...]

[He lets out a long-suffering sigh as another fit of giggles erupts behind him (they're laughing, it's very odd, but he can't focus on that now, no). But suddenly, he sees someone, a figure, and it shocks him a bit- he gathers himself, before addressing the other person (hello, fellow being) with his trademark slow ramble:]

Oh! I...didn't expect...[He pauses, hands gesturing widely before they come together, fingertips tapping each other restlessly.] Do youuu....know? Know the way out, I mean. I seem to have found myself...lost. Very lost, indeed.

SCENARIO THREE

[The eyes of Royce Bracket are a bright green. They are quite noticeable, with the way he stares, ever so observant, at the things and people around him.]

[Now, those eyes have changed. His pupils are slitted, like a snake's. In fact, there are red scales coming up his neck, and his hands are clawed. He sits and just stares, stares with those changed eyes, at his shaking hands - his mouth is turned into a scowl, and a low angry murmur comes from his throat, sounding almost guttural at times:]

No, no, I didn't...plan for this. Plan for this at all! Why is this...no, no, no, I...[He lets out a hiss.] It's happening, far, far too soon... I didn't...were my calculations off? They can't have been, they can't have been, but this...

[amourtician]

[Jay's been able to find some cigarettes, that he's hoarding for himself, but his heart is touched by Royce's clear need. He stops, changes direction and taps Royce on the shoulder, handing him a cigarette.]

There you go, darling.

[He clicks his fingers, bringing a flame to his fingertips and smiles.]

Need a light?

Gabriel | Constantine (the movie)

[worthyofhislove]

[Scenario One]

The... woman? ... wandering the streets of Vandare looks lost, confused, and a little bit dazed. She's scratched up, like most of the new arrivals, and even weirder, has two stumps of what might once have been wings protruding from her back. With her short, curly hair tucked back behind her ears and her loose men's clothes, it's hard to tell whether she's male or female at all, and her low, lightly accented voice doesn't really help much.

Getting used to being human, disconnected from the deity she'd been messenger for, for millennia, had been hard enough, before being washed up on some distant shore. Now Gabriel doesn't recognize this place, she's tired and unaccustomed to hurting in so many places, and the people in the streets give her a wide berth. Even having them see her regularly is strange enough, without all the rest.

[viliorate]

Kimbley watches the woman for a long time, taking her in carefully. He's not entirely certain what to make of her. Clearly she's a new arrival like him, but there's something... off about her, if only because of the odd injury on her back. He's scratched up and bruised himself, though some of those injuries are old now.

Were he a smarter man, he might mimic what the locals are doing and ignore her. That isn't, of course, what he actually does. "Strange place, isn't it? It's not often I wake up in a town I've never seen before." Having people take one look at him and immediately walk in the other direction? That's something he's entirely comfortable with.

Zolf Kimbley / Fullmetal Alchemist 2003

[viliorate]

[scenario two]

[If there's one thing Kimbley has realized about himself, it's that he is completely, hopelessly bad directionally. Even so, he doesn't think that he's normally this bad at getting lost.

Whatever the hell is going on, he doesn't like it in the least. His palms itch, and he wishes, more than anything, that his alchemy worked in this damn place. He curses under his breath, feeling anxious and a little alarmed. He's alone, unarmed, and he's starting to get the feeling that he's being followed. It's making him want to blow up something.

Kimbley claps his palms together in a swift movement, even though it does absolutely nothing anymore.]

Stop following me!

[It's not until it's out of his mouth that he realizes hissing at the air is going to accomplish nothing. Kimbley feels on edge. He doesn't get nervous. Yet here he is, feeling anxious and helpless and it's starting to get to him.

He stands in the clearing, glaring, hoping whatever it is that's laughing at him leaves.]

Mr. Explodey Hands! :D

[unarmoredheart]

I'm not following you.

[Reiner has been minding his own business, moving through the woods, when someone yells at him. He rolls his bright, glowing yellow eyes; some people just have no sense of direction, and now this guy is lost. It's pretty obvious, with the way he's been blundering through the woods, making enough noise to wake the dead. Reiner considers just leaving him, but he knows he can't. There's creepy stuff out in the woods, and he's not going to let some poor, dumb soul fall prey to whatever is out here.]

[He walks into the clearing, enormous, impossibly broad-shouldered, his eyes glowing like fog lamps.]

You're lost, aren't you?

GRANT WARD | AOS | MARVEL CINEMATIC

[hydraated]

SCENARIO TWO:

[You would think he'd be used to this, that there would be a degree of peace to him spending the majority of his time out in the woods, but there's something unnerving about these trees. These rocks, these sticks, these stones. It leaves him feeling unnerved, like at any moment he could draw a gun and -

There's a snapping branch behind him and he's there, weapon out. You're lucky he saw you.

SCENARIO THREE

[The mists have been absorbing the world for half an hour now (he thinks). Time seems less important. Ward's been stumbling around rubbing at his jaw. His teeth itch and there's an almost unnatural hunger in the pit of his stomach. He wants to get home to his dog.

After food. Food first, food is important, food is the most important thing because his entire body feels like it's clenching and between that and the crawling feeling in between his teeth.

It's distracting.

He makes a move in a direction and nearly knocks someone else down.] Could use a damn flash light.

You got anything on you? It's thick out here.



Otherwise he would have just shot you.]

...Who are you?

England | Axis Powers: Hetalia | OTA

[keepscalm]

scenario two ❧

[He's very confident in forests; he'd spent much of his early life hiding in them, after all, and these days he still rather likes gardening. Vandare is full of people that are friendly in a way that grates on him. Almost like they pity the new arrivals, at least from his point of view. And he hates to be pitied. The forest, on the other hand, has no social obligations attached to it. It wouldn't hurt to further familiarise himself with these new surroundings and maybe find something helpful that can't be found on civilised land.

So, basically, England is lost. It was daytime when he entered the forest, but now the only light filtering through the trees comes from the moon.

He deigns to move as stealthily as possible once he hears the distant laughter of children. There have been enough ghosts in his lifetime for him to think better of a nighttime encounter with a child in the woods. A fairly sturdy bit of branch found on the forest floor now serves as his main line of defense, clutched in his right hand in preparation to be used as a club.

All in all, he looks pretty ridiculous tiptoeing through the brush like some kind of paranoid loon. But it's not like he anticipates having friendly company.]

[vytis]

[He does look a little silly, but Lithuania can't really blame him for that--though the branch is given a very scrutinizing sort of look, it obviously came from the forest floor and wasn't pulled off of a tree. Lithuania hasn't been lost in the forests in over a month now, so helping England comes to mind first--but second is not getting clubbed in the head, and so he hangs back and speaks before he's seen.]

England? [Lithuania's voice sounds the same as it always has, and he's grateful for that. He still elects to stay back for the moment, though.] When did you get here?

Wheatley | Portal 2

[morons]

Scenario One

[ What's the deal with becoming human? Second of all, what's the deal with being launched from space straight back into the world with no real reason as to why? Wheatley's just been discharged from his hospital room after having having a bit of a fit with his IV's. See, apparently, some people a couple months ago woke up and tore theirs right out in a hurry. The once personality core didn't see the helpful sign they'd put up so people would avoid that, and ripped his right out.

Had nurses rushing in after him and everything. Nothing was wrong, mind, but he did get awfully fussy about getting them put back in again.

Where were we? Right... no idea what's going on. Absolutely none at all. Given that there's no real robot hell, there is little reason to believe in robot reincarnation. Which means his first theory on why he's got a body is right out.

Wheatley's first bonafide action as a human being is to wave. Arms are fantastic. So he doesn't stop. He waves down a person just across from him and strides up, using his distinctly thin and wobbly new human legs to do so. Pleased to find his vocal chords presently intact and sounding much like his robotic voice, he launches into a greeting-assault to the nearest passerby-he-just-waved-into-submission. ]

Have you noticed how lucky we are to have arms? I could completely get used to it. Fingers are a bit hard to control, but nothing somebody can't master. And might I say, it is really, really interesting to suddenly smell things. I can't tell one thing from another at all, but...

[ He sniffs at the poor person he's flagged down, probably you. Unceremoniously. ]

You smell... interesting! All right then, keep that up!

Scenario Three (harpy)

[ If there was ever a word for becoming something you're terrified of, like a fancy, eerily specific German word, Wheatley could have benefited from knowing it right about now.

His new form was a little strange, for starters. All black feathers, except for a little ringlet of bright neon blue around his eyes. The contrast was stark, but familiar. Being able to fly was a keen perk, too, despite being fairly bad at it. Sure, he'd collide with the occasional tree, stumble to an unusually rough landing. But there was a sense to being above it all that really... made him feel like he was above it all. Like the good old days.

Better put a quarter in the jar for calling it the good old days.

Anyway, he's seated in a perch in the Lager woods, listening to the birdcalls and idly tweeting a few back. When the flock responds and comes near, though, some old reflexes kick in in a most startling way. ]

Ahh, get away! Immediately, shoo!!

one!

[turnipstar]

[Mist is relatively new here as well, and seeing someone so enthusiastically waving at her is--well, it's sort of nice, actually. She even waves back! The questions don't really phase her either, at least up 'til he sniffs her. Can't help being sort of confused at that.]

Um, thank you! I'm glad I don't smell bad....and now that you mention it, it'd be hard to do gardening without fingers to hold the watering can, wouldn't it?

[She wiggles her fingers experimentally.]

I wonder what life would be like if we had fins instead?

anavha hasaria • worldbreaker saga ( ota )

[anavha]

i. Scenario 1

[ No was what he told the apparent doctor. To an extent, it's true. Anavha doesn't know how he came to be in the water. But he has his suspicions about how he came... wherever this was. The bites, the scratches, the additional rope burns across his mouth and around his wrists where he had been bound... none of those were a shock to him. He remembered the man who had taken him and the wolverine that had attacked them. Scratches and bruises were the least of what Anavha expected of that situation.

What he really remembered was the way his blood pooled and congealed and flattened and shimmered into a surface that had pulled him out of his world.

And into this one, or so he presumed. Honestly, Anavha had no answers to any of his questions, so he didn't try to volunteer anything to the doctor. It was too hard to piece together on his own, and he was only too happy to be released from the hospital by the doctor.

For a time.

Once outside, Anavha realized how badly he blended in with a society he didn't even recognize. The clothing shocked him and just the general feel of people. He still had on his furred cloak, but underneath he wore a dirtied, white lace girdle and dirtied, white harem pants over muddy, furred boots. His shoulders were bare and his gold powder makeup congealed in places where the snow had made it run and his eyes smeared with the kohl that had been smudged at but not cleaned.

Anavha hugged his cloak around himself, trying to disappear into the hood of it as he approached. ]

Excuse me. I need a place to stay. [ And for the love of Oma, a place to bathe. ]

ii. Scenario 3 - faerie

[ No. This wasn't happening. Not again.

The claws had been one thing. The pointed ears and wings all other things. Then the second set of arms had come with blackened eyes like an insects might be and Anavha had started to lose it.

The worst of all of it, though... the point that had pushed Anavha past his limits, were the Oma-damned rings.

The faerie stumbled out of his ring gasping and shaking and stumbling away from the ring as he stared at it in horror after the way it had transported him from one place to another. ]

No... [ He muttered, tears stinging at his eyes.

He shook his head as he supported his body with one set of arms and the other wrapped themselves around himself. ] No!

I was normal! I was ungifted! [ All blessings by his account. ] This wasn't supposed to happen!

Make it stop!

( ooc; note for character trigger warnings in profile. please note in an ooc note if any or all should be avoided in meta/talk if it applies, if not then no need to note anything )

one!

[bulwarks]

[His own state isn't much better than Anavha's. Eren's come from another kidnapping, himself, and the strain that's put on him is certainly showing. He doesn't seem to be as bothered about the scratches and cuts either, like he's used to it, but he does take note of someone equally as lost as him.

His eyes slide over Anavha and he frowns slightly, concerned with the state he seems to be in. He has nothing to offer at the moment though either.]

You're new here?

mitsuki ishikawa | oc | ota

[drowns]

(ooc: info here. and a summary is here if you're not keen on reading all of that. i'm working on editing/removing/adding some things, but that should give you a good idea!

if none of the starters work for you, lmk and i'll do something else, or make up your own!)

one.

[She hates hospitals. Everything is so white and stripped down, and they always seem too cold, somehow. And there's a smell about them, something too sterile. She's more than eager to leave, but all her attempts to ask for help — where she is, anything — are met with avoidance. She is accustomed to sequestering herself away, but not to being unwillingly isolated. And she's not used to not knowing anything either.

The scratches. Where had they come from? The last battle she recalled, she'd been left largely unscathed, and what little scrapes she had were healed by Keiko.

It makes her nervous, and it makes her suspicious. She's a small, but conspicuous thing among the crowd: as much as she tries to blend in, her pale blue hair is a dead giveaway, and she moves with a panicky sort of lack of focus. She's trying to be brave, she is, but there's no one she recognizes, and —

She bumps into someone suddenly, forcefully, and the contact is enough to make her glasses fall off her face and clatter somewhere off to the side. With this crowd, it won't be long until they're crushed, and she's momentarily torn between apologizing for her misstep and looking for them.

She eventually decides to kneel and try to find them, squinting already. Only thing is, this draws even more attention.]

two/three (mermaid).

Open the portal... [This is hissed in a desperate, angry whisper. Mitsuki is leaning against a lightning-scarred tree, trying to pull power from something that no longer exists. When she begun to notice the...the changes, she'd tried to get as far away from people as possible. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone. She would sooner die.

But no matter how she tries, she can't get her powers to work. No magic pours forth; there is no sudden rush of strength. She should have known better; she does know better. She'd been told. She's tried it before. But she needs it to work, right now. Her skin is dry, her mouth is dry, all of her is dry, dry, too dry. If she just had a little water, just a little...if she could make it the way she used to be able to, she would be fine. She feels exposed, weak, and very...

Very lost? She hadn't gone far beyond the entrance to the forest (she'd thought), but when she looks around she can't seem to recognize anything.]

Oh no...

[The laughter, faint, but bright and childlike, makes her freeze up, alert. She's not frightened, but she is cautious.]

Who's there?

[Her voice is different now: harder, a hissing sort of rasp. She has nothing to defend herself (she thinks, anyway), but she'll act like she does.

Anyone who gets close enough to her will soon see that isn't the case though. She's leaning heavily against the tree, her breathing short and labored. There's a pallor to her skin, a strange sort of clammy sheen; her lips are cracked and dry.

When she has the strength to move much, she scratches compulsively at her arms and hands. By now the skin is peeling off in big, flaky chunks, and her nails are much too sharp: they leave bloody grooves. She doesn't seem to notice this, though.

She doesn't notice the scales showing through either, bright blue and shimmering in the pale moonlight.]

one!

[reallyhatesharks]

[As she's walking around and trying to get a feel for this new place, Nova bumps into someone and what happens next is a little bit like something out of the old Scooby Doo cartoons, what with the girl bending down and attempting to find her glasses. And shit, it's not like Nova doesn't know the importance with sticking together in tough situations so she bends down and picks the glasses up before they get crushed. Holding them out, Nova smiles even though she's pretty sure the girl won't be able to see it.]

Here. I take it you just got to this place too?

Kain Highwind | Final Fantasy IV | OTA

[dragonspride]

(Scenario Two)
He'd been uneasy since he arrived at not having any weapons or his armor; getting lost in the woods had just cemented it harder, and left him all the more unhappy to be out with little more than a walking stick with a whittled point and a light hunting knife. His mood had finally hit the point where the prickly sulk was visible.

Wandering in circles wasn't working; he'd settled for scraping out a campfire and parking to see if whatever was toying with him would either show itself or get bored and wander off, a couple of snared rabbits skinned, cleaned, and cooking over the fire.

[strikingviking]

A campfire...? Astrid shakes her head in something almost like disbelief as she catches sight of the light, easing forward as silently as possible so she could find out who made it before they had a chance to see her. A cackle closer than before is what breaks her concentration, making her wheel around, boots crunching at the leaves beneath her.

Nothing. Just as there always was.

Astrid heaves a sigh, swiping bangs away from her face so she can go back to sizing up the camper. There would be no point in stealthing it now...

"Hello?"

Homura Akemi | Puella Magi Madoka Magica | OTA

[antemeridian]

SCENARIO ONE

[ Wake up in a hospital, gather her bearings, be discharged-- it's a familiar routine she's repeated many times previous and has gotten used to.

Of course, she was never supposed to have repeated it again at all, not after the last cycle. Not in the same way.

Not that there aren't differences. The lack of ring on her finger, for one. The fact that she still needs her corrective lenses, for another. Glasses that... she does not possess anymore.

This may be a problem. ]

Excuse me. I am sorry to bother you, but could you direct me toward the nearest drugstore? ...Anywhere where I could obtain a pair of glasses would also be fine.

SCENARIO TWO

[ we're going to pretend she's found a bow somewhere and that her vision is slightly marginally more functional by now so

It's hard not to be reminded of a Witch's barrier, save for the fact that they weren't supposed to exist anymore (and if they still did, then what had all that been for?--), or the fact that they weren't even in the same world, apparently. But neither of those change the fact that Homura'd been wandering the woods for hours now, without once coming across an exit despite traveling in a straight path. The incessant giggling is somewhat distracting, but easily disregarded.

--Though her state of mind speaks for itself when a branch snaps behind her and she whirls, nocking an arrow and pinpointing the direction the sound had come from in the same instant. ]

State your intention.

scenaro two

[viliorate]

[Immediately, his hands fly up. In normal circumstances, the gesture would be a warning, but Kimbley isn't so fortunate. He stares at the girl, eyes narrowing carefully. This is his damn fault for getting lost in the woods.]

I'm just out for a stroll. You can put the bow down, kid.

[Who the hell even uses a bow anymore? Perhaps this place is low on guns for children.]

Alex ("From the Bar") | Misfits | OTA

[fromthebar]

Scenario One

[ "Stick out like sore thumbs" might ordinarily be a bit of an understatement when you've shown up in a bright orange jumpsuit and there's the possibility that that bright orange jumpsuit looks, perhaps, a little too much like prison jumpsuit. What can you do?

It's one thing to find yourself in a strange place with no explanation as to how you got there. Alex has seen and been in more bizarre situations; it's easy to shrug that off. In fact, he looks downright unimpressed. However, it's another situation entirely when you wind up in a strange place after you've just finished he entire run of your community service. Now that is just irritating.

Alex looks cross as he rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit and gazes at his reflection in a shopfront window, making a few attempts to tame his hair into something acceptable. It's all in vain; his hair is still damp from his supposed swim earlier. ]

Mate. Hey--mate. [ He taps on the window, trying to get the attention of the shopkeeper inside. ] Have you got a-- [ Almost immediately, the shopkeeper strides over to the window and pulls down the blinds, blocking out both Alex and any requests he intended to make. That doesn't stop him from raising his voice. ] Bit harsh, don't you think?

[flaya]

Aye, the smallfolk around here are a mean sort.

[Though none as mean as Ramsay. This newcomer knows nothing of that though. Has he any coin to steal in those trouser pockets? Mayhaps he'll find out once he talks this stranger down an alley.]

Claudia Wolf | Silent Hill 3 | OTA| Scenario One

[godlovesevenyou]

[They are avoiding her. Treating her like some poor wretch carrying a disease that they couldn't possibly understand. They smile, chuckle nervously, stand away...she has seen this before.

She understands. She has sinned.

She deserves this.

Claudia keeps her head held high as she walks through town, bare feet going grimy on the cold ground. If this is the trial she must face next, so be it. Whatever hell may come her way, she will welcome it with open arms.]

claudia get some shoes omfg

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Word of people once again washing up on the shore of Vandare traveled quickly.]

[... And so did Heather. Wings? Sucked to GROW them, but once they were there, they fucking rocked, man.]

[She doesn't LIKE Vandare but her curiosity's gotten the better of her. So she's perched some distance away, watching them. The new people from the sea. They stand out like sore thumbs. They'd be easy to spot even WITHOUT her newly-sharpened vision.]

[... But this time, there's one that stands out more than the rest.]

[It's kind of amazing. After having forgotten it for seventeen years... she'd recognize that head of long white hair anywhere.]

[Heather stiffens, her talons digging into the bark of the branch.]

[No goddamn WAY.]



[A few minutes later, Claudia will feel a shadow pass over her from above.]</sub>

Sicks | Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro

[downwiththe]

[one.]

[This was not part of the plan.

Then again, nothing had been, lately, but Sicks was more surprised by this turn of events than anything else. There was a blank spot in his memory between the attack on the back roads and waking up in an unfamiliar hospital, feeling strangely ... devoid. The explanations given were ridiculous. The realization that he had no choice but to accept them, even more so. And what was worst - if there was a worst - was that every attempt to crush the humans around him to groveling paste by exerting his aura didn't work, though he noted a few nervous looks his way. It's enraging beyond belief, and baffling just as much.

But he is nothing if not adaptable. After a while they let him out, once all the scrapes had been bandaged up, and now he's left to roam free, with no advice, no suggestions, and endless possibilities at hand, within reason. He ignores the people ignoring him, strides down the streets, sorting through plans in his head, knowing that even with no underlings here he can get a foothold in somewhere. And maybe kill a few people along the way -

His shoulder grazes someone, knocking them both aside. The carefully buried rage flares up again, but all he does is turn to whoever it was and smile politely, though anyone with sense will be able to tell that the smile never even gets close to reaching his eyes.]

Pardon me. I wasn't paying attention.

[three; wendigo.]

[The rumors come true as the fog rolls in. He can feel it in his blood and bones, in every part of him that loathes this shallow human existence that was forced on him by his arrival. Sicks stops where he is and waits, hands in his pockets, expecting something impressive, something really monstrous. He deserves no less. All he's felt so far is an unsuitable hunger that refuses to be satisfied, and that's hardly fitting for him.

There's a pain in his mouth and hands and head. Sharp, like wounds. He withdraws his hands and finds the nails have left tears in the leather; they're sharp now, pointed, and stronger than before. He examines them in idle fascination as the pain in his mouth grows worse. After a moment, he spits out a tooth into his hand. Then another. Eventually there's four there, and in their place are sharp fangs, something from another branch of the evolutionary tree taking up residence in his so-evolved self. He tests the points with his tongue, tastes blood in return.

Strange. But not, he thinks, entirely unwelcome.

The pain in his head throbs dully just under the skin. It feels like something intends to break through there. Sicks ignores it in favor of listening to his heart stutter and slow - and after a moment, the sound of footsteps nearby, making him turn, peering into the gloom with eyes that are already unnatural enough on their own without the yellow cast starting to overtake them.]

Two wendigos walk into a bar?

[hydraated]

[Ward has been trailing sounds around the forest for hours. There's a degree of peace to the woods that haven't been here for a long time. It's peaceful, quiet, and everything from the sharpest bird call to the crunch of leaves on the forest floor.

He had been hoping for food, and had been going along the floor to look for a scent, tearing his torn military khakis and shirt up even further. When he meets the other creature's eyes there's a momentary reflection of sameness before the hunger returns. His own teeth fell out days (days? Or was it hours ago?) And he's distracted by the lethargy in his chest, the beats in between his ribs slowing and stopping and slowing and stopping.

It's distracting. His own yellow eyes meet the other mans and he tries to crawl to his feet.]

I could hear you a long way off--

[Only to be distracted by the sudden sharp sound of something in the bushes that forces him to drop to his knees again, digging around with his fingers. Ripping away at the skin. Animals, he heard it, he heard food.]

Mark Hoffman | SAW | OTA

[givenanonymity]

ONE

[There's only so far that you can go in this town (he's learned) without coming across someone who wants to go home. Good luck trying to convince this guy that it's a good idea. The minute it was explained he crawled into a hole in the bar and has been drinking for a good hour and a half. There's a faint glimmer of light across one cheek - revealing a nasty scar.

Occasionally the bartender looks about to approach him - before losing their nerve and wandering away.]

TWO/THREE - Arachne/Scorpion:

[He hasn't honestly been okay since the fog. Time to admit that now.

First it was the sounds, the echoing sounds, the people moving around beside his room. Then it was the day his teeth fell out and he'd pricked his finger on his own tooth- drawing blood and a thick greenish goo. His nails had sharpened and the vibrations, the vibrations were the worst part of it.

No, scratch that. The worst part were what he was examining now. The growing raised lumps on his left and right side. The increasing weakness in his legs. And the hunger.

He's not afraid. He's terrified. The only time he'd been afraid before was as a child. Easy to detest weakness. Easy to despise weakness. Whatever was happening was changing him into something else entirely.

He scratched desperately at his left side, drawing blood and bits of flesh, before he withdrew his fingers and slipped the T-shirt back on. It was getting to the point that nothing fit, pants, shirt, even his shoes felt numb. It was easy to stumble. He's losing his human shape by the day (day? Some moments it felt like hour.) and he needed to know what he was becoming.

He'd been propping open a window to the hospital for days now, initially crawling in with ease. The past few days it had become more difficult. The raised bumps at his side making it hard to squeeze through quietly. He's always been big. Just never...this big.

Once he's inside however there's a slight crash and he freezes, quiet and silent...

Before he begins to pick up the items he knocked down on the floor. Another disturbing trait. John had said a place for everything but this was ridiculous. Satisfied they were in order he opened the door and began to roam.]

second option! have a naga. c:

[ophiocordyceps]

[Caroline Caldwell would much prefer a proper lab, though if the Breakdown (calling it "zombie apocalypse" would have been too cheesy, apparently) in her own world had taught her something, it's how to make do. She could do much, much worse than this hospital.

It's odd, how that is her first concern. The changes in herself she notes with a mixture of fascination, agony, and a remote kind of acceptance. She still has her mind. Her eyes may be snake-like, she may have grown fangs, she is most definitely venomous, and lately, every step is utterly painful, but her mind is still with her.

... Or completely lost and this is just one long, elaborate hallucination.

Be that as it may.

Usually, when she hears something within the hospital at this time of day, she withdraws into the morgue. This time, curiosity gets the best of her. Curiosity and the hope that it's someone, one of the new arrivals, who is too injured to put up much of a fight, thus a great source for some samples. She's spent twenty years on trying to find a way to stop Ophiocordyceps, she can just as well spend twenty more on an attempt to cure whatever this is.

She finds him soon enough, though in disturbingly good health (read: definitely not close enough to death for her to handle), and so she has to give up on her initial plan. More's the pity. Still, he's here, he most likely wouldn't be if he wasn't infected, so why not approach him with better intentions, anyway?]

Is there something you need?

[On first glance, she looks like every other doctor would. Hair up, lab coat, all clean, all as it should be.

But when she spoke, her fangs showed, her eyes are undeniably those of a snake, and her fingernails aren't nails, but a crocodile's claws. So... maybe not quite like every other doctor.]

Kurama || Yu Yu Hakusho

[floralstrategem]

Scenario I

[Kurama's noticed that short of the general help he had recieved at the hospital, he is being treated with barely more than contempt by the locals in this place. Well...maybe contempt was a severe way of putting it. But he definitely senses that the people who live here do not trust or seek familiarity in newcomers like himself.

Honestly though, he has much bigger problems to worry about. With no ability to harness his youki or any explanation as to why, he is left simply in his weak human form; unable to transform, manipulate plants to do his will, and most importantly...he cannot fight or heal like a demon.

It's not a good situation.

For now, he walks throughout Vandare, quietly observing others and greeting whoever deems him worth speaking to. It's usually a newcomer like himself, but he's open to any conversation while he assesses his situation.]

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Scenario 3 -- MANTICORE (it was fitting haha...) [Warning for sorta graphic transformation]



[In all his time as either a demon or a human, Kurama had suffered injury, self-inflicted or otherwise, and been driven to near death. He tended to grade things--perhaps with a sardonic inner smirk--based on past experiences.

He finds that now, he's unable to find a proper experience to compare this pain to. He can literally feel his bones shifting. Transforming into his fox form has never brought him this much pain; this has to have something to do with why he is here. He's not stupid. He does not belong.

All of this time...I should have known there was something!

The thought is coherent, but it's his last one before the pain levels become too much. There's a burning, itchy sensation across the backs of his arms; it's only momentarily distracting, as the more immediate pain of his hands becomes an issue. That's where he can feel the bones moving, twisting, and as he turns his hands over, he can see bubble-like blisters rising on the tips of his fingers.

Then his head is aching so badly he couldn't care less about how his fingers look, only that they go to his head, to try to alleviate the pain. He doesn't even register if he's making any noise at that point..

Eventually, the pain does come to an end. Kurama takes a deep breath, hands on the ground--when did he get on the ground, what happened? He must have blacked out. It's an irrelevant factor, all that matters now is that the pain is done, and he needed to assess. His first assessment? It's actually made by refocusing his senses.]

...Well now, that's not new, but it is vaguely surprising.

[He tilts his head and looks up a little, angling one triangular ear downward. He assumes its foxlike, as usual, because his peripheral vision does not allow for actually seeing it.]

Alright, there's that. What else has changed, then?

[He looks at his hands. Oh. That is entirely new. He now has entirely furred hands, and those blisters were not blisters. They were paw pads on each digit, as well as his palm. The fur, unlike his previously red hair, is silver.]

I'm starting to think this is a bad reaction to not being able to access my youki for so long. I certainly hope not, because I have no experience in reversing it.

[He sighs. A thought occurs to him, and he turns to look behind him. Yep. There it was, that silvery bottlebrush mess.]

Ah look, the tail too it seems--isn't that a bit long for a fox?


[[OOC: I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here, this is my first actual test drive. Feel free to find him at any prompt! First one he looks like the red-haired Kurama, second one he looks like Youko Kurama with cat-paws, cat ears, and a bottlebrush cat tail, all of which can still be mistakenly taken for fox tail and ears, but not the paws. Oops.]]

[blaze_of_glory]

[Roy spots the redhead, who seems almost as out of place with his current surroundings as he does. Deciding that it might be worth talking to this stranger, he stops.]

You're not from around here, are you?

[Asks the man wearing what is clearly not a local military uniform.

He slowly takes a hand out of his pocket, offering a handshake.]

Roy Mustang. And you are?

[Everything about the scenario probably feels extremely business-like and to the point, which might be better than the alternative, really. For all that Roy does tend to act like a disenchanted slacker at times, when it does come down to important matters he can be very task-focused. After all, reputation or not, he is in the military.]

N | Pokemon Black/White | OTA

[pawnable]

[N had headed towards the woods because he'd hoped he'd find Pokemon there.

After many hours of walking, however, he hadn't seen a single creature he recognized. Attempting to talk to them had been fruitless, with all of them scattering in terror when he tried to get close. The fear they displayed made his heart ache, and the fact he felt that way only caused him more worry. Wasn't this the kind of world he wanted? None of the people he'd talked to in town even knew what a 'Pokemon' was. He should feel joyous.

He collapsed onto a stump, head in his hands as he tried his best to recall how he'd ended up in this place. In his minds eye he replayed the devastating battle where he failed in his quest to become the hero. Ghetsis's angry words still rang in his ears - warped, he'd called him.

Then, in a blink, he was nearly drowning and ended up being pulled ashore. For a person enamored with problem solving, it was a seemingly impossible equation.]

I just don't understand...

[energycreep]

[Personally, he's glad the wildlife is staying away from him. He doesn't know this more fragile body's defensive capabilities, and he's still somewhat shaky on his new legs, so he probably wouldn't be able to defend himself very well right now anyway.

Someone's voice catches his attention, and he pauses in his slightly wavering steps to look at the source of the noise.

Huh. Well, that made two of them.

He'll carefully approach the green haired kid, looking a bit like a slinking animal, and stop a safe distance away to get a look at the boy.]

... You look stumped.

Sayaka Miki | PMMM

[holger]

( two )

( she wants to pretend that she doesn't feel afraid; that she doesn't want to pick up her footsteps into a run; the first few days here were so easy, almost perfect — alive, well, normal, even with the sting of being helpless again — so maybe it was inevitable that she'd get carried away, go exploring recklessly, but there's time to beat herself up for being an idiot later, when she's out of the woods!

the frustration, the feeling of being watched and laughed at, the fear of being lost and trapped in a maze, it all prickles at her skin, and when she hears a sudden approach, footsteps crackling on leaves and branches, she whirls around just about ready to fight, suddenly painfully aware that she's fourteen and no longer has weapons. but she can raise a front, and her voice, to demand with a good stab at aggression: ) Who's there! Show yourself!

( three )

( sayaka curls in on herself, her arms clenched tight around her thighs, her forehead pushed into her knees, as if if she presses herself hard enough, it'll go away. it hurts. she's felt worse, but it hurts, and she doesn't want it to, doesn't want her fingers to feel pinched and hard, her head to pound, her bones to shift and change. why? why does this have to happen again? why?

a sudden sound — someone coming? — causes her to flinch, pull herself if anything even tighter, her muscles protesting the tension. ) I'm fine, it's nothing. ( her voice is hoarse with the effort the lie. ) I'm fine, go away.

three . . .

[antemeridian]

[ that gives homura pause in the doorway for a moment—some things, it seems, just don't change—but, she's already here, and there's no point in wasting her time further by turning around and leaving. not without making sure the bundle of objects she'd gone to the trouble of gathering actually made it to their intended recipient first, at least. ]

Lying to yourself has never helped matters before, Miki Sayaka. [ it's both sharp and empty at the same time, devoid of any real reproach. there's something almost like a quiet, tired acceptance in it, annoyed as it is—Miki Sayaka... will be Miki Sayaka after all.

homura separates the items she's carrying, blankets and rags from a bottle of aspirin. without much fanfare, she drops the warmed blanket over the other girl's hunched shoulders. ]

Eren Jaeger | Attack on Titan | OTA

[greatrage]

Scenario 1: Wandering in Vandare

[ok so what the hell are these strange horseless carriages? They were loud, and smelly, and absolutely fascinating. Of course, Eren was still massively confused, by just about everything.

After all, he'd awoken in a strange hospital, covered in bites and scratches that weren't healing as they were supposed to, surrounded by complete strangers that said they'd dragged him out of the ocean. The ocean! Unbelievable! Eren was pretty sure the last thing he remembered was being locked in a coffin.

Had his captors thrown him out to sea or something? Had he made it outside the walls on sheer dumb luck?

These were all questions running through Eren's mind. But for the time being, he's examining the wonders of this modern world. The cars, the electricity, the ships, and, of course, the ocean.

The ocean was perhaps the most amazing thing of all]

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Scenario 2: In the woods
[after several days of looking, Eren had finally found a place to stay. It had taken a while… people in town where scared of those who came from the water. They wouldn't say why, just that it was dangerous for them to be around. But Eren was strong, with lots of useful skills. He ended up in a weird hostel-like inn where people could stay for free or for very little as long as they did chores, cooked, cleaned, whatever was needed.

Today, they needed more firewood. That? That had been three hours ago.

Eren had thought this would be a very simple task. Go to the woods, find a bunch of firewood for the wood-burning stove in the kitchen, and get back long before dark.

That was not to be.

The giggling is absolutely driving him crazy. He'd followed the voices, thinking they'd lead him back to civilization… but all they'd done was lead him in circles. Frustrated, Eren pulls a large stick out of his pack and throws it in the direction of the voices]

Dammit!! Stop LAUGHING at me!

[there is not much that's worse than being lost, except perhaps being lost with no supplies whatsoever.]

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Scenario 3: Wildcard
[GO NUTS I'M UP FOR ANYTHING]

open to this guy?

[givenanonymity]

[I only ask cause his canon is pretty gore-iffic and he's pretty much already a monster before becoming one. :D]

Marceline Abadeer | Adventure Time | OTA

[bassriff]

SCENARIO ONE

[Marceline isn't exactly happy with this. Wherever this is, it clearly isn't in Ooo. For one thing, the locals? Humans. Not exactly a common sight back home, not anymore. More pressing than that, though? It was daylight, and she wasn't on fire. None of her powers are responding, and... oh.

A few minutes after she leaves the hospital, the shoe drops when she catches her own reflection. She's not just depowered, she's been changed more than that...]

What the math-- [wh-how. She's human?

From there, she starts dashing around, not-quite managing to suppress her initial anger and confusion at the realization. Asking questions, trying to figure out just what this place is. This can't be real, right? Some kind of freaky magic, gotta be. Best way to figure this out is to talk to people, or so she thinks. Mostly the ones she thinks are local, but y'know. Easy enough for visitors to get mixed in.]

Hey, you got a second?

SCENARIO TWO

[Well, butts. This situation is starting to seem more and more real as it goes on. After she couldn't get anywhere useful in town, her frustration had led her out here into the woods. A walk ought to clear her head, right?]

... Hhhhuh. Didn't I just... [Marceline blinks, scratching the back of her head. She turns on her heel, trying to get an idea of her surroundings and position. Maybe she just lost her bearings, it shouldn't be too hard to figure a way out of here, right?

She's pretty confident about trying to keep it cool and figure this out, at least until she hears that giggling. Then that plan goes right out the window and she starts moving as fast as she can. Time to put as many feet, trees, and preferably continents between her and whatever that was! She only gets as far as trees, but hey. Sentiment's there.]

one!

[omega3]

[ Though not local-looking we'll leave that slide, Valvatorez still dresses himself within that fancy suit with matching cape every single day-- vampires don't sweat, there is no need to consider his previous outfit choice dirty. ] Ahh, hello! Yes, I have several-- actually!

[ These new humans are much like himself-- fresh out of the hospital and perhaps, maybe would also be becoming monsters! Studying them will help him understand what exactly is going on and what sort of demon could be behind this occurrence. Valvatorez is rather sure of himself, this has to be demonic workers-- after all, he's a demon himself! He's think of something like this (maybe).

Of course, what Val doesn't understand is that he also became human upon arrival-- no longer a vampire --and is now becoming something different entirely!

He bows, such formality, this is why people call him old.... ] I do hope you find yourself well. My name is Valvatorez and it's a pleasure to meet you Miss--?

2 | 9 | OTA

[bigfatgreekfuneral]

Scenario One.

[This elderly chap doesn't seem especially cognizent of the looks he's getting, sea-salted and soaked and covered in scratches, hobbling out of the hospital. He's wide awake, and this town's full of life!

Heck, he is! He feels these scratches of his in a little, sharp, fine way - he's chilled to the bone and it rattles him alert to take in whatever he can spot moving through shop windows, down the street, on the docks... He lifts a hand over his eyes to shade them, and turns -

And winds up in a three-way-collision between his own side, that of one passerby, and the front of another! He reels and scrambles back, swings with something on the verge of a creaking, arms waving, and gets his balance back. One of those passers-by hustles along - and he adjusts his glasses flashing a let's-laugh-at-ourselves grin at the one who's still there.]

Ah - begging your pardon, my friend! There...

[He'll reach out and offer a hand to help whoever he's talking to straighten out, if the collision was hard enough that there's need for it - if not, he'll simply peer. He's a bit ecstatic that someone's staying still long enough to talk to for the first time since he left the hospital.]

Haven't knocked anything out of place, now, have we?

Scenario Two.

[It might be poor luck that you've wound up trudging through the woods with a tiny old bespectacled man with a walking stick who is certainly creaking up at the joints after about a day of wandering. His voice has got a little breather and his pace has gotten a little slower, but he seems about as unflappable as he can - his beaming hasn't lost much sell of cheer, though it's weary, of course, and he's not putting much of a strain on your resources. In fact he's probably hardly thought to eat anything at all, which isn't helping him on the keeping-up front.

Anyway, he's probably not straying far, takes a moment to look at the trees around - ones you've passed by before, if at a different angle - and mutter. In a manner of soft and pleasant small talk.]

You know, this is the first time I've seen quite so much green. [He "haa"s.] Never expected that I would, either.

(One!)

[dragonspride]

[There's six feet solid peering back, still in a bit of a confused daze of acceptance; at least the scuffed-up arming doublet he's wearing is a little padded, but he's still giving a concerned look down.]

It'd take a lot more than that. Are you alright?

daichi shijima | Devil Survivor 2

[third_wheel]

One

[This wasn't Tokyo, or what was left of anyways. But any relief at seeing people, safe not rioting, not being chased by demons... is quickly snuffed by the fact he has NO IDEA WHERE HE IS. Hibiki, Io, Joe... everyone is missing. Or more likely HE'S missing, again.

Utterly alone.

He wanders for a bit before some people from Bavan, looking to invite more monsters, spot him. His out-of-place-ness is clear, and they are eager to see transformations happen from the start, trying to convince Daichi to leave with them.

He seems... less then enthused, but not able to verbally break away. Uh oh]

Three

[Outside town, near the coast, the ground is much looser and sandy, though not outright beach yet. It's here that someone might hear, just inside the wood line, a voice calling out for aid. Daichi, it seems, has fallen down a hole like the genius he is, half buried in sand and gravel, only his upper body still free.]

H-hey, little help here?

[givenanonymity]

[His head is pounding. Pounding. Mostly it's the noise, uneven rocks and trees and sticks, but lately where he steps it's like he can hear everyone's footfalls. It's driving him to distraction and he's popping the shitty excuse for "pain" medication they have like no one's business. Even if no one wants to actually speak with him. Even if they just shove it at him.

Doctors.

When he hears the "help" however he ambles over to investigate, stopping instantly on the sand and listening. His mouth remains closed, face slightly swollen on either side, watching the sand. Not moving or saying anything for the moment.]

Flynn Scifo || Tales of Vesperia || OTA

[whiteknightings]

no.3; TW: Bone horror and blood and stuff.

[Flynn has been helpful since he arrived, dealing with the situation as best as he could and working to fight against law breakers and take care of stray children he'd seen around Bavan and Vandare. Usual stuff, for a knight. He wasn't the commandant of anything here and... he kind of liked that. It was a break from people thinking too highly of him, and gave him a chance to do things for the better of other people without having to take the Empire and its name into consideration. Maybe this is what Yuri felt like. He wasn't exactly a guild member and he'd taken up helping where he could with the local police (what a strange thing to call the city guard!) but it was much more independent from the life he'd led up to this point.]

[Things had started to change. The first thing he'd noticed were the weather patterns. It had become a running joke between himself and some of the townsfolk that he could predict the storms that came up over the harbor. Then his eyesight had sharpened to the point where vertigo had been normal for him for nearly a week until he'd gotten used to it and refound his balance. It was strange being able to see such large distances but in a way it was helpful. Not for his job or anything, but it was a nifty thing. At least it had been nice until his bones started breaking. The pain was excruciating and for days Flynn's bones realigned themselves. They broke at the smallest touch or movement and reformed under his skin. Without him knowing what was truly going on, they were hollowing themselves slowly one by one, until his body was lighter and much more agile. It took him a few weeks to test it out once the pain had gone, but even with his old armor on he was quicker on his feet than before.]

[Flynn thought it was the end of it, other people here who'd been "brought" from other places had gone through strange changes he'd seen... so he'd only thought that was his and that he was much luckier than he first thought when he's gone through having his bones splinter apart. Of course, the moment he'd adapted to the last change the newest one reared. In the middle of the street, Flynn stopped as a sudden pain ripped through his back and almost made him topple over. Trying to maneuver himself out of the way at the same time, Flynn finally let himself fall to his knees and grabbed at the cobblestone in time to hear a rip. The back of his shirt tore and he felt bones cracking as two skeletal wings sprouted behind him, huge and terrible looking even after they covered themselves in muscle and skin and feathers. Feeling faint, Flynn watched as beautifully white down feathers fluttered all around him, dazed and confused and in pain. They weren't... his, were they? What was he becoming?]

H... help?

[His voice was small and even surprised him at the sound of it. Flynn wasn't often the one to ask for help but suddenly he was very scared. He hadn't expected himself of all people to become like this, even if it was just. Uh, wings? He hoped at least. Very slowly, he looked around to see the beautifully white wings behind him, his back bleeding and sore but. Well, there they were. A hesitant movement of his shoulder caused them to fan out a bit and he found it a little like moving a second pair of arms once he'd stopped freaking out and actually thought about it. Slowly trying to stand, he lost his balance almost instantly and fell forward on his hands, the wings instinctively fanning out to their full span in his panic. This... was going to take a while.]

Re: Flynn Scifo || Tales of Vesperia || OTA

[givenanonymity]

[Wings. why do some people get wings? Hoffman knows the bumps along his sides aren't wings. They're nothing so beautiful, they bleed when he scratches at them and the skin underneath is black and hard and shiny.

He bares his teeth at the thought, watching from a distance. His legs have been growing weaker lately, arms and upper body turning stronger. If he could manage to get to the kid.

Still a good five or six feet away.

Hoffman took a tottering step toward him.]

Kid this way!

[Said the man in the trench coat and hood, hood pulled back to reveal an almost shiny face and a mouth with fangs.]

Kuroko Tetsuya | Kuroko no Basket

[shadowtolight]

1.

[Dazed and confused has slid into consternation and determination. He still feels as crappy as he looks, but that's been put on the back-burner as he starts trying to find some satisfactory answers as he wanders away from the hospital. Kuroko doesn't actually mean to startle anyone, but his low presence usually means he's not even a blip on someone's radar until he says something.]

... Excuse me. Would you happen to know how to get back to the mainland?


3. (Faerie)

[Kuroko is out in town when it starts. His shoulders had been aching all day and he'd thought he must have slept wrong, or somehow overdone it the day before. The pain only seemed to get worse as the day went on, and he was seriously starting to think about visiting the hospital when his vision started to blur. He'd managed to get halfway home before then, but has to stop when a wave of dizziness hits him, making him reach out as he starts to topple.

Apples roll away from him when he drops to his knees, the burst grocery bag laying forgotten beside him as he wraps his arms around his head with a low moan. Kuroko didn't know what was wrong with him. He just wishes the pain would stop.]

fancy meeting you here

[purelight]

[ Startled she is! Kairi jumps a clean foot in the air when he speaks up, turning three sets of eyes to look at him. She looks like a pretty normal girl aside from having six eyes. ...and fangs where normal human canines should be. But don't let those misleading features fool you, Kuroko. Her smile is nothing if not friendly. ]

Sorry, what do you mean?

Cersei Lannister | A Song of Ice and Fire

[lightofthewest]

one.
They pulled her out of the water. This thought over all the others is what stays with Cersei as she walks--gracefully, as befitting of her status, head held high so others will know at first glance who she is, and what an unforgivable crime this is. Nothing in her expression or body language betrays her panic, her paranoia, but every peasant she passes earns an evil glare, if they meet her eyes. Any one of them could be an accomplice, and once she discovers who is responsible…They nearly drowned me.

This is some machination of the imp, it must be, though she’s not so naive as to believe that he is her only enemy. Just as easily it could have been the little rose, promising the right to pluck her to whichever brute who would be stupid enough to make an attempt on her life. (Or kidnap her? She hasn’t yet made up her mind as to which.)

But she’s quite alone here, wounded and with clothes still damp, even as she’s surrounded by strangers. Jaime will hear, he’ll come for me. He must. Until then, lowering herself to speak with others may be a necessary evil. “You,” is how she addresses the first person she sees who seems even half-intelligent. “I demand you show me to the maester here.” For obvious reasons, she’s sure; whatever else has been done to her, right now she feels ill.

two.
What should have been just a simple walk has quickly become maddening--and though Cersei is loathe to admit it even to herself, frightening. Haunting laughter of children is following her every step…dead children, she is certain. Everything about this hellish place exists to torment her.

Finally, a source of the sound? She hears rustling, then footsteps coming from the darkened path ahead, view obscured by trees, and summons her courage. An easy thing; she is a lion. “Show yourself, I command it!”

three - merperson.
The Starks and the wildlings can change their skin to that of animals: direwolves and gods know what else. Cersei has seen such abominations here by now, wargs and greyscale and things she never imagined. And she’s been made to understand that it will someday happen to her, but never truly believed it. She is a Lannister, the best and the brightest, underestimated by all; the thought that she would actually succumb to this herself was never even entertained.

So she dismissed her unusually strong thirst when it first began as simply another human ailment. Not a day later, she can now be heard wailing and screaming at the first physical manifestation of the curse she’s been placed under: thin flesh between her fingers, like disgusting frogs’ feet. Following the inexplicable urge to move, she runs to the lake, collapses to her knees and plunges her hands into the soft dirt. And when that relieves her agony, she forces herself to hold back sobs.

( ooc: i should add that i'm fine with whatever format you want to thread in! c: )

One!

[going_my_way]

Something about that tone makes Thrust stand up straighter, even if he's not a hundred percent used to this body's balance system yet. He's been Megatron's general his whole life, and you don't slouch through a tone that promises electrocution, fire, and/or slag assignments in retribution, in his experience.

Of course, it's after he's automatically standing tall and focused on Cersei that the words actually penetrate. "'M a stranger here myself," he admits. "Was gonna work on basic intel before the power structure."