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:
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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.
It feels like an eternity before Lucy manages to get out of the hospital - though that probably has to do with the fact that, the moment she realized her keys were missing, she practically tried to jump right back into the water to look for them, and it took three people, lots of attempted explanations (as best as anyone could explain this) and a few minutes to get her to calm down and realize that there was actually far more to worry about here than her missing keys. Like all the other people who were pulled up as well, and the fact that this isn't the first time it's happened.
So, the moment she's let out, Lucy sets about exploring the town. Whatever is going on, she wants to figure it out and get out of here as fast as possible, especially now that she's heard about what has happened to everyone who's been pulled out of the water so far. She wishes she had more of a starting point, but really, what she's heard hasn't been encouraging.
She eventually gets hungry, but, seeing as how all her money was lost at the same time her keys were (and she doubts that this place uses the same currency as Fiore anyway), she's mostly just left to wander around and stare pathetically into the windows of restaurants in the hopes that somebody will notice the poor, scratched-up, really cute girl standing outside and take pity on her. Clearly, it's a flawless plan.
No actually it's mostly just the best she's got right now. She hates this so much.
Scenario Three (Merperson):
She just spit out a tooth.
She doesn't really react much at first, just stands and stares at the little white object in her hand for a good half-minute. Then the screaming starts.
Lucy practically flings the tooth away and clamps both hands over her mouth, muffled shrieks still leaking between her fingers - and only getting louder when she feels something hard, another tooth, drop onto her tongue, and now she tastes the tang of blood and feels stabs of pain running through her gums. She cuts off with a yelp, squeezing her eyes shut and still clutching her mouth as if that's going to do anything to stop this. She's heard about this, she's heard, overwhelmingly, that it can't be stopped but she feels like she should be able to, this can't just be happening.
It's only then that she notices the needle-sharp prickling running up her spine, something pushing at her skin from the inside, threatening to break through between her shoulderblades, and with another squeak of alarm she dashes off to the side and away from the street, shoving hurriedly past people, one hand still over her mouth, to dart between the two nearest buildings.
He's not been in the town for long, only there to pick up some odds and ends. There's always something to trade, something to barter for, something to gain and lose. He needs the odd item here or there to set up home, to do what he can to make a homestead akin to the one he had left behind when he was fished out of the water in this wretched but awe-inspiring world. There was always something different to see, something to explore, something new to learn and if anything Ragnar thrived off knowledge and gaining experience, knowing of places others did not. Still, the curse that travelled over these lands was something that seemed off putting at first but the more the thought about it the more he figured when it was his time to feel the tests of the world he would attempt to embrace it, to utilise it to his advantage.
It was relatively quiet that evening, there wasn't too many people out and with a satchel of goods over his shoulder he moved through the streets, back towards the edges of civilisation within the wood, by the mountains where he felt most at ease. His path though was interrupted by the sound of a scream, faint, a few streets back. It made him pause and while the locals seemed as if it was nothing new, all Ragnar could think about for that moment was the screams of the people who worked around his farm before the raid. It made him tense and after navigating throughout the alleyways he bumped head onto the source of the troubled noises. His hands reaching out to immediately stead the girl.
His eyes searched her face despite the fact she covered her mouth. He could see the blood on her fingers, he was used to the sight of it so it didn't put him off, but she seemed young, not as young as his own children but nonetheless he spoke, his voice even and tempered calmly, despite the furrow of his brow. "Slow down, what's happened?"
Lucy flinched away automatically, shaking her head rapidly for a moment before realizing that that did not answer anything - not that she had much of an answer to give anyway.
She carefully removed her bloodied hands from her mouth, spitting a few more teeth into her palms and staring at them despairingly as she tried to answer. "I-- I don't know," she whimpered, trying to talk around newly-empty spaces in her mouth and sharp jabs of discomfort. "I mean I do, kind of, but I don't... I don't know what to do about it, I don't want this!"
She had no idea if that made any sense, but she wasn't really concentrating on thinking it over more thoroughly at the moment.
His hold was loose enough to allow the other to move away, her body shifting from his hands which he kept held out, his fingers relaxed, dropping them slowly as he watched her with careful eyes. It was fine that she had moved back, he allowed it honestly and in turn took a small step back of his own to give her space. The shake of her head was telling, the look in her eyes and then she pulled her hands away, the teeth falling from between her lips into her palms and Ragnar sucked in a quick breath, straightening his posture. For a man who had seen a lot of blood, a lot of death and fought many battles normally such things did not cause him distress but this was something all on its own.
The white of her teeth stuck out amongst the blood and he pulled his own hands closer to his body, wiggling his fingers slightly at the sight. His vivd gaze was quick to return to her face though and he bent downward slightly, attempting his best to remain at eye level so she could focus on something, anything but the obvious issue at hand. Her whimpers made his heart hurt for her, she looked young--older than his own children back in his homelands but this was gruesome. Even though children in his culture were expected to hold their own in ways, to fight, this was on another playing field.
"First, breathe." Ragnar responded with a calm voice, his accent heavy but voice direct, he let out a slow breath to encourage her. "If you let this pain control you it will only make it worse. Don't focus what is going to happen, focus on what is happening and accept it."
"Okay. Okay, right, yeah." She nodded and took a deep breath, despite the panic still seeping into her voice and expression. She had dealt with pain before, worse than this, she could deal with a few teeth falling out, right. Even if she would kind of rather keep her teeth. Even if this was... really gross. Even if she really didn't want to accept anything about it at all.
She started to straighten up, trying to relax her shoulders - and then flinching as the slight movement just increased friction between her skin and... whatever it was, the razor-edged thing apparently trying to push its way out of her back. "Ow, crap-- OW!"
All at once, that thin edge broke through skin, and her hands jumped back to her mouth at another surge of pain, and she felt sharp points pushing out of her gums and at the bases of her remaining teeth. She shut her eyes and shook her head again, mumbling something around her hands that might have been "no, nevermind, screw this".
She did at least make an effort to keep breathing, shaky but kept carefully steady, as she reached cautiously behind her back with one hand, wincing when her fingers brushed against the thing - the fin - that had grown from her back.
It was an easier thing to say than to actually put into practice. It depended on what one was used to, what their lives were like and that all filtered into the tolerance of pain they allowed. It was something different though, something worth noting that this was more like torture than a wound gained in battle. Pulling teeth, pushing them, it was not something one came across even with his own lifestyle being one of brutality and conflict, it was a method to gain something from a helpless victim and there was something wrong about it, something cruel compared to what was the norm of society. There was always various methods to execute, particularly within his culture, and only the most painful where saved for the ones who did the most wrong.
The blood eagle being one of them, but this girl had likely done nothing to deserve such treatment from her own body to rebel so far to rid of her of her own teeth, where sharp, more pointed white was beginning to show through the blood of her gums. It made his stomach turn slightly and as she tried to breath he watched her face, watcher her body movements and kept his hands at the ready if she were to lose consciousness.
"Good, breathe." He repeated, inhaling and exhaling again. "Think of it how the world was created, our bodies change and shape like the lands." He spoke calmly, his voice low so that she was forced to listen in if she had the mind to try; there was still a sternness to it though, a demand to be heard. Though, further more a story maybe, something else to distract her. "Listen, have you heard the story of the giant Ymir?"
Honestly, there was a moment where her first impulse was to say something about how yeah, people's bodies change, but puberty doesn't usually involve teeth falling out and fins growing out of your back. But she latched onto his next words instead, giving a brief shake of her head, watching him with a mix of wariness and curiosity rather than just keeping her eyes closed this time.
She watched him and that was good enough, if he could keep her focus away from the pain for at least a moment it was at least some small victory in assistance. His eyes looked over her face, keeping his attention on her eyes, away from the blood upon her lips and he didn't make a move to see what was growing upon her back. It was a good tale indeed, and it was relatable to what she was going through. The idea of being formed into something better, it might be worth the pain, to gain something that might assist her more in life and push her to a greater purpose.
He held out his hands, palms facing her and as he spoke he spoke with his hands, moving them along with the story. If she couldn't focus on his face, his words then at least there was another option.
"Before the dawn of time, there was a place call Nilfheim, a dark and cold place consumed with ice and fog. Below was the land of Muspelheim where fire ruled the lands. Between there was a great void, the vast emptiness called Ginnungagap. Where the air from Nilfheim and Muspelheim met, where the fire melted and the ice began to drip there was a giant called Ymir. While he slept, the sweat from under his arms grew two more giants, one male and one female."
He held up two fingers and paused, taking a breath, the tone of his voice clear to how much he knew these stories, how he thrived off them. "Now the Allfather, Odin, along with his brothers became wary that the giants were beginning to outnumber their own kind as Ymir was constantly conceiving new offspring. The only solution they could see was to kill Ymir and wait until he was asleep before they would began their assault."
He took a pause there, to make sure she was following, a small smile upon his lips.
She listened, glanced between his hands and his face, because focusing on this was better than the alternative (and it wasn't over yet, she could tell it wasn't over).
It honestly struck her as... kind of a weird story, even if this was just the start of it. And even if her own country had its own share of odd stories and history. But she saw how invested he was in this, and how he was trying to help, and when he paused she nodded to show she was listening.
Good, as long as she was listening that was what mattered. He had met different people from different cultures who had different gods and different stories but this was as close to home as he could get, telling these tales. It was a rather long story, but he tried his best to speak very clearly, his accented voice pronouncing the unique names of people and places with a sort of grace and melody. Ragnar encouraged her with a smile, keeping an eye on her the whole time, making sure she was conscious and taking note of her blood-loss along the way, those details away in the back of his mind to assure that if she was to go too pale, he could assist her however he could.
His hands continued moving, he continued speaking. His voice hushed slightly, but the passion still remained, the call to attentions. He held up three fingers before moving one. "Odin, and his brothers Vili, and Vé, descended upon Ymir in a horrifying battle. Using all of their strength they managed to kill the giant whose blood spouted out with such force in every direction."
Ragnar's hands separated, pushing outward to each side of his body to illustrate the force of the idea, then he brought them back in.
"And it was from Ymir's remains that the world was created. The three brothers dragged the boy of the giant towards the centre of Ginnungagap. The blood was transformed into oceans and water. The flesh became lands, the bones mountains, his teeth made into rocks. His hair became the grass and trees and eyelashes became Midgard, the earth. They threw his brain high up into the air it became the clouds, his skull became the sky and it was the lid that covered the new world. So you see, despite blood and carnage there can always be something beautiful that comes from pain."
A pause and a small smile. "You're teeth like blades for battle, your body changing to fit the sea. Yet unlike Ymir you are far from dead, but alive and able to meld yourself into something so beautiful as the earth is."
Oh God that got gory fast. She was pretty sure she managed to keep most of the alarm off her face, though. And, as he went on, she gradually understood why he was telling her this.
A couple moments after he finished, she removed her hands from her mouth entirely, slow and careful, grimacing with a flash of red-stained, needle-sharp teeth at the blood already dripped all over her hands. Then she spit out another mouthful of blood and spit and the blunt, normal teeth that had apparently just been replaced. She was pretty sure this was the grossest thing that had ever happened to her, and that was saying something.
Once the majority of the mess was out of her mouth, she looked up at him again, attempting something resembling a smile (keeping her lips closed as much as she could). "...I... think it's done. Uh..." She takes another deep breath, still trying very hard not to panic. It's a little easier, now that her body doesn't feel like it's actively trying to kill her. Her back still hurts, but it's just leftover soreness rather than the insistent stinging of the fin actually pushing its way out.
"Thanks. For... for the story, and staying here." She still isn't sure how she would deal with this. She understood what he was trying to say, she appreciated it, but this just felt so wrong.
As they had a tendency to, their stories had a level of violence to them but for a culture that relied on such things as raids and battle to sustain themselves, it was no doubt his gods had equal baring and equal levels of fairness and brutality to their name. It was a telling sort of story, a tale for the ages, one that related to the idea of such bodies being apart of the land they lived upon but still, it might not be as horrifying yet as the idea of someone losing their teeth to such sharp cartilage that took their place. There was something fascinating about it but equally unnerving to see someone go through it. Still, he tried his best not to show any disgust at the transformation though he did wrinkle his face slightly when she spit out the remainder into a small pool of blood that had gathered.
As she was speaking, noting that what had happened had completed, he reached into the pack he had and pulled out a small piece of cloth and offered it out to her, watching her face carefully still, wanting to assure that she would not slip back into the pain she was previously in. "You handled it well, that you did on your own so there is no need for thanks."
His voice remained calm, though there was a small smile that pulled at his lips. "Here, take this. When you can wrap this in ice or dip it into cold water and place it against your teeth, it should help ease the ache."
It was slowly sinking in that this really was something she would have to get used to. It felt kind of stupid, that this was coming across as more upsetting than anything else that had happened so far, after she had been suddenly transported to this weird place, far away from her friends and her guild and even without her keys. After all that, this felt shallow and ridiculous. But she knew, from all she had heard and seen here, that this wasn't the end of it.
This place hadn't just taken her away from everything she knew, it was going to turn her into something she wasn't.
She didn't want to let it. She clenched her jaw, blinking away tears as she took the cloth, trying to minimize how much blood she got on it. "Thank you," she said again, her voice a little steadier this time, though she was still figuring out how to talk around these new teeth.
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Lucy Heartfilia | Fairy Tail
It feels like an eternity before Lucy manages to get out of the hospital - though that probably has to do with the fact that, the moment she realized her keys were missing, she practically tried to jump right back into the water to look for them, and it took three people, lots of attempted explanations (as best as anyone could explain this) and a few minutes to get her to calm down and realize that there was actually far more to worry about here than her missing keys. Like all the other people who were pulled up as well, and the fact that this isn't the first time it's happened.
So, the moment she's let out, Lucy sets about exploring the town. Whatever is going on, she wants to figure it out and get out of here as fast as possible, especially now that she's heard about what has happened to everyone who's been pulled out of the water so far. She wishes she had more of a starting point, but really, what she's heard hasn't been encouraging.
She eventually gets hungry, but, seeing as how all her money was lost at the same time her keys were (and she doubts that this place uses the same currency as Fiore anyway), she's mostly just left to wander around and stare pathetically into the windows of restaurants in the hopes that somebody will notice the poor, scratched-up, really cute girl standing outside and take pity on her. Clearly, it's a flawless plan.
No actually it's mostly just the best she's got right now. She hates this so much.
Scenario Three (Merperson):
She just spit out a tooth.
She doesn't really react much at first, just stands and stares at the little white object in her hand for a good half-minute. Then the screaming starts.
Lucy practically flings the tooth away and clamps both hands over her mouth, muffled shrieks still leaking between her fingers - and only getting louder when she feels something hard, another tooth, drop onto her tongue, and now she tastes the tang of blood and feels stabs of pain running through her gums. She cuts off with a yelp, squeezing her eyes shut and still clutching her mouth as if that's going to do anything to stop this. She's heard about this, she's heard, overwhelmingly, that it can't be stopped but she feels like she should be able to, this can't just be happening.
It's only then that she notices the needle-sharp prickling running up her spine, something pushing at her skin from the inside, threatening to break through between her shoulderblades, and with another squeak of alarm she dashes off to the side and away from the street, shoving hurriedly past people, one hand still over her mouth, to dart between the two nearest buildings.
scenario THREE
It was relatively quiet that evening, there wasn't too many people out and with a satchel of goods over his shoulder he moved through the streets, back towards the edges of civilisation within the wood, by the mountains where he felt most at ease. His path though was interrupted by the sound of a scream, faint, a few streets back. It made him pause and while the locals seemed as if it was nothing new, all Ragnar could think about for that moment was the screams of the people who worked around his farm before the raid. It made him tense and after navigating throughout the alleyways he bumped head onto the source of the troubled noises. His hands reaching out to immediately stead the girl.
His eyes searched her face despite the fact she covered her mouth. He could see the blood on her fingers, he was used to the sight of it so it didn't put him off, but she seemed young, not as young as his own children but nonetheless he spoke, his voice even and tempered calmly, despite the furrow of his brow. "Slow down, what's happened?"
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She carefully removed her bloodied hands from her mouth, spitting a few more teeth into her palms and staring at them despairingly as she tried to answer. "I-- I don't know," she whimpered, trying to talk around newly-empty spaces in her mouth and sharp jabs of discomfort. "I mean I do, kind of, but I don't... I don't know what to do about it, I don't want this!"
She had no idea if that made any sense, but she wasn't really concentrating on thinking it over more thoroughly at the moment.
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The white of her teeth stuck out amongst the blood and he pulled his own hands closer to his body, wiggling his fingers slightly at the sight. His vivd gaze was quick to return to her face though and he bent downward slightly, attempting his best to remain at eye level so she could focus on something, anything but the obvious issue at hand. Her whimpers made his heart hurt for her, she looked young--older than his own children back in his homelands but this was gruesome. Even though children in his culture were expected to hold their own in ways, to fight, this was on another playing field.
"First, breathe." Ragnar responded with a calm voice, his accent heavy but voice direct, he let out a slow breath to encourage her. "If you let this pain control you it will only make it worse. Don't focus what is going to happen, focus on what is happening and accept it."
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She started to straighten up, trying to relax her shoulders - and then flinching as the slight movement just increased friction between her skin and... whatever it was, the razor-edged thing apparently trying to push its way out of her back. "Ow, crap-- OW!"
All at once, that thin edge broke through skin, and her hands jumped back to her mouth at another surge of pain, and she felt sharp points pushing out of her gums and at the bases of her remaining teeth. She shut her eyes and shook her head again, mumbling something around her hands that might have been "no, nevermind, screw this".
She did at least make an effort to keep breathing, shaky but kept carefully steady, as she reached cautiously behind her back with one hand, wincing when her fingers brushed against the thing - the fin - that had grown from her back.
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The blood eagle being one of them, but this girl had likely done nothing to deserve such treatment from her own body to rebel so far to rid of her of her own teeth, where sharp, more pointed white was beginning to show through the blood of her gums. It made his stomach turn slightly and as she tried to breath he watched her face, watcher her body movements and kept his hands at the ready if she were to lose consciousness.
"Good, breathe." He repeated, inhaling and exhaling again. "Think of it how the world was created, our bodies change and shape like the lands." He spoke calmly, his voice low so that she was forced to listen in if she had the mind to try; there was still a sternness to it though, a demand to be heard. Though, further more a story maybe, something else to distract her. "Listen, have you heard the story of the giant Ymir?"
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He held out his hands, palms facing her and as he spoke he spoke with his hands, moving them along with the story. If she couldn't focus on his face, his words then at least there was another option.
"Before the dawn of time, there was a place call Nilfheim, a dark and cold place consumed with ice and fog. Below was the land of Muspelheim where fire ruled the lands. Between there was a great void, the vast emptiness called Ginnungagap. Where the air from Nilfheim and Muspelheim met, where the fire melted and the ice began to drip there was a giant called Ymir. While he slept, the sweat from under his arms grew two more giants, one male and one female."
He held up two fingers and paused, taking a breath, the tone of his voice clear to how much he knew these stories, how he thrived off them. "Now the Allfather, Odin, along with his brothers became wary that the giants were beginning to outnumber their own kind as Ymir was constantly conceiving new offspring. The only solution they could see was to kill Ymir and wait until he was asleep before they would began their assault."
He took a pause there, to make sure she was following, a small smile upon his lips.
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It honestly struck her as... kind of a weird story, even if this was just the start of it. And even if her own country had its own share of odd stories and history. But she saw how invested he was in this, and how he was trying to help, and when he paused she nodded to show she was listening.
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His hands continued moving, he continued speaking. His voice hushed slightly, but the passion still remained, the call to attentions. He held up three fingers before moving one. "Odin, and his brothers Vili, and Vé, descended upon Ymir in a horrifying battle. Using all of their strength they managed to kill the giant whose blood spouted out with such force in every direction."
Ragnar's hands separated, pushing outward to each side of his body to illustrate the force of the idea, then he brought them back in.
"And it was from Ymir's remains that the world was created. The three brothers dragged the boy of the giant towards the centre of Ginnungagap. The blood was transformed into oceans and water. The flesh became lands, the bones mountains, his teeth made into rocks. His hair became the grass and trees and eyelashes became Midgard, the earth. They threw his brain high up into the air it became the clouds, his skull became the sky and it was the lid that covered the new world. So you see, despite blood and carnage there can always be something beautiful that comes from pain."
A pause and a small smile. "You're teeth like blades for battle, your body changing to fit the sea. Yet unlike Ymir you are far from dead, but alive and able to meld yourself into something so beautiful as the earth is."
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A couple moments after he finished, she removed her hands from her mouth entirely, slow and careful, grimacing with a flash of red-stained, needle-sharp teeth at the blood already dripped all over her hands. Then she spit out another mouthful of blood and spit and the blunt, normal teeth that had apparently just been replaced. She was pretty sure this was the grossest thing that had ever happened to her, and that was saying something.
Once the majority of the mess was out of her mouth, she looked up at him again, attempting something resembling a smile (keeping her lips closed as much as she could). "...I... think it's done. Uh..." She takes another deep breath, still trying very hard not to panic. It's a little easier, now that her body doesn't feel like it's actively trying to kill her. Her back still hurts, but it's just leftover soreness rather than the insistent stinging of the fin actually pushing its way out.
"Thanks. For... for the story, and staying here." She still isn't sure how she would deal with this. She understood what he was trying to say, she appreciated it, but this just felt so wrong.
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As she was speaking, noting that what had happened had completed, he reached into the pack he had and pulled out a small piece of cloth and offered it out to her, watching her face carefully still, wanting to assure that she would not slip back into the pain she was previously in. "You handled it well, that you did on your own so there is no need for thanks."
His voice remained calm, though there was a small smile that pulled at his lips. "Here, take this. When you can wrap this in ice or dip it into cold water and place it against your teeth, it should help ease the ache."
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This place hadn't just taken her away from everything she knew, it was going to turn her into something she wasn't.
She didn't want to let it. She clenched her jaw, blinking away tears as she took the cloth, trying to minimize how much blood she got on it. "Thank you," she said again, her voice a little steadier this time, though she was still figuring out how to talk around these new teeth.