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:
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.
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.
Stocke's instinctual reaction at someone whirling at him was - well, honestly, to jump for his sword, because his first thought with that kind of motion was magic, and if he was being spelled he wasn't just going to stand there. The weapon slid out of its scabbard with a metallic sching, hardly a moment before it was raised defensively before him -
And then there was an uncomfortable silence. The person in front of him stood with her hands up at her forehead and he kept equally still, braced for a shock of mana. Absolutely nothing happened.
After a beat or two more passed, the shadows at his back slowed from their previous spiking agitation, moving in large, confused loops.
Absolutely nothing continued to happen.
Stocke's grip on his sword shifted. Curtly, he asked, "...are you planning to attack me?"
Pearl simply stood there, stiff as a board made from all the trees around them due to the fact that her magic wasn't working and that wasn't supposed to be possible. What a terrible time for it, too, because whoever it was that had snuck up on her did have their weapon! If there were ever a time Pearl could have wished for Garnet or Amethyst to leap into the scene and help, it would be now--
His voice drew her from her reeling thoughts and she sputtered to respond.
"That was the plan," she said. She mentally kicked herself afterwards and grimaced for just saying so right to this human, but--wait. What were those things on his back!?
She took a step backward and held her hands out in front of herself in an effort to placate him. Grabbing a stick or something would be a waste of time to a sword. She knew that.
"Y-You're not a human, are you?" She didn't see a gem on him, either, and he obviously wasn't just an Earth animal. What... What was this place!? This Ryslig?
In her distress she failed to notice her expression revealing all of her feelings openly.
Edited ((I forgot to change the title again uGH)) 2014-11-20 18:54 (UTC)
Stocke's grip tightened even as Pearl scowled at herself, keeping himself poised - but she didn't seem to be trying again. His stance had twitched when she raised her hands, half-expecting fire or thunder to come bursting out in front of her, then relaxed once more when he realized it was an effort at a white flag.
Slowly, cautiously, he let the tip of his sword lower, slide just a bit to the side. She wasn't close enough to leap at him directly - at least, he thought she wasn't.
"...debatable." A month ago he would've said yes, but now - it was a good question. Just not one he'd considered for more than a second, before; there were things far more important than what species to call himself.
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She clasped a hand over her mouth, then her forehead and gem to stop herself. She'd started yelling at him like he were Amethyst or something. She'd have responded to question like that with the same kind of vague answer, though perhaps not with such a complicated word. Scoffing softly, she tried to go back to pacifying this shadow octopus man.
"Anyway, sorry. I just got defensive because there's been a lot of weird noises around and I think someone's playing a trick on me, and--That wasn't you, was it?" Her eyes narrowed at him. She doubted it because his voice didn't sound anything like the laughter from afar and, frankly, he seemed to intense for it. He must have just been out here doing land-octopus things.
"...Do you know a way out of here? I guess you're the only person around for me to ask that." It seemed to be a question she was disgusted by the taste of from her expression.
It's not that he had any particular objections to answering her question; he just didn't have a concrete response. He compromised with actually saying, "I was human not long ago," in the gap of time when she was clapping a hand over her mouth, even while his gaze grew more deadpan in response to the shouting.
"It wasn't me," Stocke confirmed. "I have better things to do than play tricks on people." Blunt. And rude; wow, Stocke. Wow. He wasn't overly polite at the best of times, though, and he... might have been ignoring his filter even more than usual, with Pearl's looks of hostility and revulsion.
A way out... he wouldn't begrudge her that, even if he wasn't getting a good first impression here. "If you just want to leave Lager Woods, going east should be fastest." North and west led to the ocean, and south - if she got too far off course, she'd end up heading through stretches of deep forest to Castle Lager instead.
Better things? Ooh, he was getting on her nerves by now, but be calm, Pearl. Be at peace. Humans don't deserve your hostility even at the worst of times--
Wait, had he said 'human not long ago'?
She was too busy being horribly moved and distressed to hear his last question.
"Not long ago? Humans don't turn into things like..." 'We do,' is what she would had said, but chose not to. Even though her own species had been slowly shifting into monsters, too, she hadn't wanted to believe it. That made sense, though; Gems had the capacity to shapeshift, so their transformations were magical. Humans, though, shouldn't have that.
Unless something was hideously wrong in this place.
Stocke blinked, taken aback at the sudden swing in mood. From anger to - sympathy?
He wasn't entirely comfortable with it. More than that, he didn't know how to respond. It wasn't an apology, and it - wasn't anything different from what he thought of the others transforming, to be honest, but directed at him...
The easiest thing to do here was to move on like he hadn't heard. Definitely.
He might've diverted attention by asking about the phrase she'd trailed off on, but his mind had automatically completed it as '...like that.' So he just prompted, "Noises?" again.
"Noises?" she repeated back at him before sputtering mildly. She hadn't heard his question the first time, after all. Her own faltering seemed to embarrass her, though, and she cleared her throat to transition to a more confident sounding tone of voice.
"Yes! Voices. Laughter, really, and it almost sounded like children. It's been very annoying, actually, because it sounds like it's trying to taunt me. I know what innocent human children's laughter sounds like and it isn't that." She crossed her arms about this now and lightly stomped one foot like a strict school teacher. "It's just been disorienting, especially because I have no idea how I got so far away from Beach City and my magic isn't working..."
She wasn't going to stop talking any time soon unless Stocke had other plans.
...she wasn't halting. Stocke had expected her to at least stop to take a breath, or something, but either she was doing it in between sentences or she somehow didn't need to because she just kept talking -
"As far as I know, everyone who's washed up here has their magic sealed," Stocke finally interrupted. "It's not entirely gone -" at least, he thinks it's not, or he'd be dead - "But it's not accessible."
More hesitantly, not liking the thought himself, he added, "...the laughter might not be coming from - human children, anymore. It sounds like you're being hunted."
That was the loudest Pearl's voice had gone in this entire situation and it really showed her dependance upon magic. It was something her species was known for! She'd never been without it!
"What kind of sick place is this, then? And what do you mean I'm being hunted? By what?"
Watch out, Stocke. She's beginning to turn all of her aggression at this situation on you. (Verbally only, thankfully.)
Edited (forgot to change icon AGAIN) 2014-11-25 01:42 (UTC)
Never mind the first bit, which Stocke took as a reaction to being hunted - he also wasn't happy about the loss of his mana, but he wouldn't describe it as sick.
"Those who aren't natives here are changing into... things. Monsters, I've heard them called." He lifted his free hand to demonstrate, keeping his sword tilted towards the ground, but not putting it away - she was growing angry again. His upper arm was tinted a dark black, and the fingers tipped with claws.
Stocke doubted she hadn't noticed it yet, given that she'd assumed he wasn't human. But he wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't something separate.
"...monsters that eat people, when they get too far gone. If you're being chased by laughter..."
"...Then you're saying I might get eaten? Lovely," Pearl said, having turned to scoff now. It was like the flaming rage in her had burned so hot it had exhausted all of its air and turned to smouldering bits of wreckage. Her anger was still there, but now she was at least subduing it. With a loud sigh through bared teeth.
"I don't suppose you know how to get out of here, then? Or that, perhaps, you're the one here to eat me. I guess I should have asked that already if we're on the subject."
She sounded now like she was prepared to punch his lights out if he even started to say 'yes,' but still made no movements to attack him. That sword was enough.
At the end, though, she looked somewhat apologetic again. Her emotions were everywhere again and generally this was a time one of her family/team members stepped in to stop her. It appeared without them she was having a hard time balancing her reactions.
To think she'd been acting sympathetic just moments ago...
Stocke didn't flinch. He'd had time to get used to the idea of eating people. Besides, he - even if he had a grip on it, he couldn't deny that there was a craving for the flicker he could sense from her. He was swallowing a tad more than usual.
He was sardonic in his reply, to cover it up. "If I was, I'd be quicker about it. I'm not in the habit of talking people to death."
The way out - Stocke closed his eyes for a moment, cutting off the light glow and orienting himself. They were in the southeast jut of Lager Woods - wait, hadn't he answered this already? "Heading east from here should be the quickest way, like I said earlier. Vandare is further south, if you want to get somewhere more inhabited."
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And then there was an uncomfortable silence. The person in front of him stood with her hands up at her forehead and he kept equally still, braced for a shock of mana. Absolutely nothing happened.
After a beat or two more passed, the shadows at his back slowed from their previous spiking agitation, moving in large, confused loops.
Absolutely nothing continued to happen.
Stocke's grip on his sword shifted. Curtly, he asked, "...are you planning to attack me?"
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His voice drew her from her reeling thoughts and she sputtered to respond.
"That was the plan," she said. She mentally kicked herself afterwards and grimaced for just saying so right to this human, but--wait. What were those things on his back!?
She took a step backward and held her hands out in front of herself in an effort to placate him. Grabbing a stick or something would be a waste of time to a sword. She knew that.
"Y-You're not a human, are you?" She didn't see a gem on him, either, and he obviously wasn't just an Earth animal. What... What was this place!? This Ryslig?
In her distress she failed to notice her expression revealing all of her feelings openly.
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Stocke's grip tightened even as Pearl scowled at herself, keeping himself poised - but she didn't seem to be trying again. His stance had twitched when she raised her hands, half-expecting fire or thunder to come bursting out in front of her, then relaxed once more when he realized it was an effort at a white flag.
Slowly, cautiously, he let the tip of his sword lower, slide just a bit to the side. She wasn't close enough to leap at him directly - at least, he thought she wasn't.
"...debatable." A month ago he would've said yes, but now - it was a good question. Just not one he'd considered for more than a second, before; there were things far more important than what species to call himself.
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She clasped a hand over her mouth, then her forehead and gem to stop herself. She'd started yelling at him like he were Amethyst or something. She'd have responded to question like that with the same kind of vague answer, though perhaps not with such a complicated word. Scoffing softly, she tried to go back to pacifying this shadow octopus man.
"Anyway, sorry. I just got defensive because there's been a lot of weird noises around and I think someone's playing a trick on me, and--That wasn't you, was it?" Her eyes narrowed at him. She doubted it because his voice didn't sound anything like the laughter from afar and, frankly, he seemed to intense for it. He must have just been out here doing land-octopus things.
"...Do you know a way out of here? I guess you're the only person around for me to ask that." It seemed to be a question she was disgusted by the taste of from her expression.
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"It wasn't me," Stocke confirmed. "I have better things to do than play tricks on people." Blunt. And rude; wow, Stocke. Wow. He wasn't overly polite at the best of times, though, and he... might have been ignoring his filter even more than usual, with Pearl's looks of hostility and revulsion.
A way out... he wouldn't begrudge her that, even if he wasn't getting a good first impression here. "If you just want to leave Lager Woods, going east should be fastest." North and west led to the ocean, and south - if she got too far off course, she'd end up heading through stretches of deep forest to Castle Lager instead.
"...what sort of weird noises?"
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Wait, had he said 'human not long ago'?
She was too busy being horribly moved and distressed to hear his last question.
"Not long ago? Humans don't turn into things like..." 'We do,' is what she would had said, but chose not to. Even though her own species had been slowly shifting into monsters, too, she hadn't wanted to believe it. That made sense, though; Gems had the capacity to shapeshift, so their transformations were magical. Humans, though, shouldn't have that.
Unless something was hideously wrong in this place.
"I'm so sorry."
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He wasn't entirely comfortable with it. More than that, he didn't know how to respond. It wasn't an apology, and it - wasn't anything different from what he thought of the others transforming, to be honest, but directed at him...
The easiest thing to do here was to move on like he hadn't heard. Definitely.
He might've diverted attention by asking about the phrase she'd trailed off on, but his mind had automatically completed it as '...like that.' So he just prompted, "Noises?" again.
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"Yes! Voices. Laughter, really, and it almost sounded like children. It's been very annoying, actually, because it sounds like it's trying to taunt me. I know what innocent human children's laughter sounds like and it isn't that." She crossed her arms about this now and lightly stomped one foot like a strict school teacher. "It's just been disorienting, especially because I have no idea how I got so far away from Beach City and my magic isn't working..."
She wasn't going to stop talking any time soon unless Stocke had other plans.
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"As far as I know, everyone who's washed up here has their magic sealed," Stocke finally interrupted. "It's not entirely gone -" at least, he thinks it's not, or he'd be dead - "But it's not accessible."
More hesitantly, not liking the thought himself, he added, "...the laughter might not be coming from - human children, anymore. It sounds like you're being hunted."
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That was the loudest Pearl's voice had gone in this entire situation and it really showed her dependance upon magic. It was something her species was known for! She'd never been without it!
"What kind of sick place is this, then? And what do you mean I'm being hunted? By what?"
Watch out, Stocke. She's beginning to turn all of her aggression at this situation on you. (Verbally only, thankfully.)
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"Those who aren't natives here are changing into... things. Monsters, I've heard them called." He lifted his free hand to demonstrate, keeping his sword tilted towards the ground, but not putting it away - she was growing angry again. His upper arm was tinted a dark black, and the fingers tipped with claws.
Stocke doubted she hadn't noticed it yet, given that she'd assumed he wasn't human. But he wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't something separate.
"...monsters that eat people, when they get too far gone. If you're being chased by laughter..."
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"I don't suppose you know how to get out of here, then? Or that, perhaps, you're the one here to eat me. I guess I should have asked that already if we're on the subject."
She sounded now like she was prepared to punch his lights out if he even started to say 'yes,' but still made no movements to attack him. That sword was enough.
At the end, though, she looked somewhat apologetic again. Her emotions were everywhere again and generally this was a time one of her family/team members stepped in to stop her. It appeared without them she was having a hard time balancing her reactions.
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Stocke didn't flinch. He'd had time to get used to the idea of eating people. Besides, he - even if he had a grip on it, he couldn't deny that there was a craving for the flicker he could sense from her. He was swallowing a tad more than usual.
He was sardonic in his reply, to cover it up. "If I was, I'd be quicker about it. I'm not in the habit of talking people to death."
The way out - Stocke closed his eyes for a moment, cutting off the light glow and orienting himself. They were in the southeast jut of Lager Woods - wait, hadn't he answered this already? "Heading east from here should be the quickest way, like I said earlier. Vandare is further south, if you want to get somewhere more inhabited."