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:
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.
It was probably dangerous for Conan to be out at night. Probably. But he was restless, uneasy in his own skin, and though he didn't know exactly what was happening to him, he needed to be outside. He could think as easily inside as he could out.
His ears itched. A hand going to them found fuzzy tips, and he stopped dead in the middle of the dark town, a sick sinking feeling gnawing at his stomach.
His suspicions about experimentation had been right, then. He fought back the urge to run screaming into the night in horror, instead probing at his body for other changes he could find.
From nearby came the sound of a man -- or was it a man? -- stumbling out from behind a nearby building, an empty bottle dropping from his clawed fingers to clatter on the cobblestones. Something was wrong with the way he moved, something beyond his intoxicated state. A second or two passed in which he didn't notice the other person in the street, and then Peter's breath caught and he turned both eyes and deer-like ears on the smaller figure. Since the...since it had started happening the night had seemed to him to light up like the day, and he found he could both see every detail of the kid's clothing and hear the kid's breathing.
And it made him hungry.
"Fuck," he swore, backing away. He still didn't know what was happening to him, but instinct told him it wasn't something other people should be around for. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
The presence of stranger distracted him from the not-exactly pain of his ears shifting and crawling up his skull - wide blue eyes blinked at the man, reflecting what little light there was. He could see him- see him too well, he realised, but forced his mind away from the puzzle of what he was changing into. This was no time to get distracted, not when the guy wasn't looking to help him, but was scared of him - or what he represented. And that added up to one thing.
"I guess the same thing you are!" He hadn't completely dropped the little kid act, and maybe it would help him here. Hurting kids would sometimes give people pause. "Taking a walk at night is fun, don't you think?"
Peter grimaced and reached up to scratch at the itching bony nubs protruding from his forehead, ears still turned on the kid. He let out a low chuckle, not believing it for a second. "Bullshit," he said bluntly. He could see now that something wasn't right with the boy, either, but the growing unease those shapes -- ears? -- on top of the kid's head gave him wasn't enough to stop the sickening confidence that he could overpower the tyke.
Jesus, what was he thinking? It was a fucking child!
"Go home," he thickly when he had gulped down his hunger nausea. "It's not safe out here."
I know. I know it isn't, but better me than anyone else here. At least he'd have a chance, with the way the night was being revealed to his eyes, with the way he could swear he could smell the alcohol on the guy-- the prickling tear at his fingernails which he could only hope were claws growing.
"But I like the night!" he babbled, mind working overtime to spot anything that he could use to give himself an advantage. Maybe if he kept him talking long enough, the guy'd regain some of his senses. Or maybe he could lure him out of town without getting eaten.
He tried for an adorable smile, and gave a muffled noise of pain as suddenly sharper, longer teeth cut his mouth. "Ow!"
"Ow?" asked Peter too sharply, straightening and taking a step closer, drawn by the little sign of weakness. "What 'ow'?" Was that blood he could smell? And why did that thought make him feel...good? He licked his tongue over teeth that were still growing, yet to sharpen into real fangs.
"What's happening to me?" he hissed as his skull throbbed, those nubs pushing out from his temples.
"I just bit my lip, that's all!" Conan sucked hurriedly at the cut, trying to keep it inside his mouth -- which was really, really difficult with a mouth full of razors.
"Maybe you're changing!" He chirped, moving casually, very casually, a bit further down the street, towards the edge of town. "I heard some people change here, so maybe it's happening to you, too?"
I didn't mean to drop this, sorry! Do you still want to go on?
"NO." The word came out in a voice from deep within him, rougher and more primal than any sound he knew he could make. Ears pinned back, he took a step toward the little boy as if he could make him take the comment back...and as if that would make any difference. For a moment he stood gnashing his teeth, clawed fingers twitching in the absence of something to rend. "I'm not one of them!"
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Conan | Detective Conan | 3, manticore
His ears itched. A hand going to them found fuzzy tips, and he stopped dead in the middle of the dark town, a sick sinking feeling gnawing at his stomach.
His suspicions about experimentation had been right, then. He fought back the urge to run screaming into the night in horror, instead probing at his body for other changes he could find.
have a wendigo
And it made him hungry.
"Fuck," he swore, backing away. He still didn't know what was happening to him, but instinct told him it wasn't something other people should be around for. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
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The presence of stranger distracted him from the not-exactly pain of his ears shifting and crawling up his skull - wide blue eyes blinked at the man, reflecting what little light there was. He could see him- see him too well, he realised, but forced his mind away from the puzzle of what he was changing into. This was no time to get distracted, not when the guy wasn't looking to help him, but was scared of him - or what he represented. And that added up to one thing.
"I guess the same thing you are!" He hadn't completely dropped the little kid act, and maybe it would help him here. Hurting kids would sometimes give people pause. "Taking a walk at night is fun, don't you think?"
He tried to ignore how much lying felt right.
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Jesus, what was he thinking? It was a fucking child!
"Go home," he thickly when he had gulped down his
hungernausea. "It's not safe out here."no subject
"But I like the night!" he babbled, mind working overtime to spot anything that he could use to give himself an advantage. Maybe if he kept him talking long enough, the guy'd regain some of his senses. Or maybe he could lure him out of town without getting eaten.
He tried for an adorable smile, and gave a muffled noise of pain as suddenly sharper, longer teeth cut his mouth. "Ow!"
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"What's happening to me?" he hissed as his skull throbbed, those nubs pushing out from his temples.
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"Maybe you're changing!" He chirped, moving casually, very casually, a bit further down the street, towards the edge of town. "I heard some people change here, so maybe it's happening to you, too?"
I didn't mean to drop this, sorry! Do you still want to go on?
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