Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
The reserve date has been announced (it was changed to the 30th to allow a maximum number of people compared to a Friday).
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
SCENARIO FOUR: 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.
[Severa feels Lucina hit the ground in her feet, the vibrations resonating far more clearly than they should. she's briefly made aware of others in the immediate vicinity, and if she focused she could probably tell which way they were traveling, but the important part is that they stayed away from the two of them. she shuts her eyes, trying to tell herself that this is just some terrible dream, because even returning to the battlefield to duel against Grima would be a better fate than what awaits them both here, if Lucina is right.]
[with her eyes shut, all she hears is the tearing of cloth and what sounds like blades ripping into flesh, but she can't be certain yet. she doesn't even want to open her eyes. but she reaches out with one arm to prop herself against a wall in case of another wave of pain, and when she's stabilized, she finally lets her eyes open.]
[the world seems even brighter than daylight; it almost makes her wince. unfortunately, maybe for both of them, Severa can see everything that's happened to Lucina in stunning detail. she gasps audibly, and her brain starts racing faster than ever before to find some way to stop these transformations from continuing.]
This is a curse. This is a curse! All we have to do is break it. We've done more than that together.
[If she was given the chance to fight Grima instead of get torn up from the inside, she'd take it. Even Severa can't fight a foe they cannot see, and Lucina is no better. She'd take fifty Grima's over this, this transformation. This curse to become something that kills. Something that goes against her moral code.
She'd been warned this would happen. It was undoubtedly true for Severa as well.
Lucina's frenzy halts at her friends words, claws still digging into the scraps of fabric. She opens her mouth to retort, to confirm that Yes, they'll fix this somehow.
It comes out as a strangled noise of pain instead as the things (two now, she notes dully, through the pain) rip free from the little cuts she's made in her back.
Lucina dry heaves from the pain, the smell of blood, the sting. There's no pressure anymore, and she can't see whatever they are that broke free. She's not sure if she wants too. They're a part of her. They still ache, that's for certain, but it is no longer as bad.
Wings, like Minerva's, like Tiki's or Nowi's or Nah's. Scaled and reptilian. Bloodied.
Her hands find their way to the ground, palms steadying her though flexing into the concrete below. She's breathing hard, but she hopes that was the worst of it.]
Gods, Severa! [If she can even lift her head, she's not showing it. Her strength is sapped, and she's incredulous that her friend is still managing to stand while she's been forced to her knees. Proud, however. There's certainly pride there.]
[the last word dies in Severa's throat. is Lucina becoming a... no. no, that was Robin's fate. and Robin's blood ran nowhere close to Lucina's. this was the curse. this is the curse, the curse of this city or of whomever caused it when they had both entered a month ago, pulled from the water unceremoniously like dregs of society. they are to become man-eaters.]
[and just as she thinks of the idea of actually eating a human and not finding it wholly detestable, which is disturbing in and of itself, a black spindle shoots from the side of her right thigh outwards, before she even has time to react to it. it tears through skin and cloth effortlessly with the force with which it erupts. the shock hits her before the pain, but gods does the pain hit her. Lucina may end up with her question answered; it takes that much for Severa to fall to her knees in front of her commander. she doesn't scream, but she doesn't want to; she's forcing herself not to so she can still pretend she's in control.]
[the spindle, once she looks over, appears to be a spider's leg—and by the way it's oriented, the foot-analogue pointing towards Lucina, the transformative curse would prefer Severa on her knees.]
Gods... gods, save us.
[she can barely even comprehend the various facts at hand. blood is streaming from her face and her leg, mixing with the blood of her friend already on the ground and still coming. and, because she knows what spiders are, she knows there must be seven more legs still inside her, waiting their own turn to burst. and if she is to turn into some horrible spider beast, she has to pray that Lucina doesn't find her appetizing.]
[the next two legs, which erupt as suddenly as the first from her left thigh, are what break her. she pierces the night with a scream of pure pain.]
[Lucina's body screams it's protest in her muscles as she moves and bleeds for it. But she has to, has to force herself to her legs to help keep Severa standing because if she doesn't, Lucina isn't sure she can deal with this herself. Severa is strong, and if she goes down, Lucina isn't sure she can't follow for good. It's likely because she has Severa here that she hasn't lost consciousness. It's a funny thing, she's staying conscious because Severa needs her, and that's it.
Lucina swallows. She swallows her own blood as she does, and the fact that she doesn't find the taste repulsive and metallic disgusting on it's own. It makes her feel more Fell than Divine.
But Severa needs her, and so she obliges, forcing herself to her legs, the weight on her back uncomfortable and disorienting as she does. There's no denying how utterly repulsive those spindly black legs look on her friend, but she'll steel herself regardless, grabbing her by the arm (a little more roughly than she wants, claws digging in), a vain attempt to hold her steady.]
We'll make it through this. We'll right this, Severa. I swear it. We will not hurt anyone.
[Lucina means it, despite how raggedly she says it.]
[but does anyone mean each other? the fear is there. but at the same time, she can trust Lucina. the trust was forged in countless battles and will not be broken as easily as their bodies.]
[Severa looks up and forces a smile through the immeasurable pain radiating from her legs. her lower fangs are touching her lips and her upper fangs are jutting out of her mouth entirely. she's okay. she'll be okay. she doesn't like feeling vulnerable like this, and she doesn't like having to force back tears that desperately want to come. she'd rather be standing alone against every horrible member of Walhart's army than cry in front of her lord.]
[a fourth leg appears suddenly from her right thigh, and she screams again. halfway there, she thinks to herself in a moment of clarity immediately after the stab of pain. she can't focus enough to form words, but she's thankful, if nothing else, that she's not driving Lucina away. even in this form, she would fight alongside Lucina for as long as it would take to free Archanea from the horrible fate awaiting it.]
[she's panting when the pain finally stops. will there be any more transformations? she can't tell. she doesn't want to know. she'll chop her own extraneous legs off if she has to, once she finds a blade. she remains on her knees, tries not to focus on the pool of blood she's kneeling in, and makes an uncertain noise halfway between a gasp and a choke.]
I fear the clothes are the least of our problems now.
[But Severa seems steady, at least for the moment. Lucina dares not let her grip on the other girl go, however. Maybe more for her own sanity than Severa's at this point. She feels childish in doing so, clinging to her friend when she's supposed to be the pillar for her.
Lucina grits her teeth together, accidentally biting her tongue as she does, blood anew in her mouth.
Her voice is small when she asks, but she can't help it. Lucina has caught sight of her own draconic wings, and it scares her.]
Severa.. Do I still have my brand?
[Am I becoming Grima now? is what she really means. A dragon that feeds on death and destruction. Even if she hadn't lost Falchion to the sea, would she even have any right to wield it now?
Severa doesn't know she's lost the sword. She'll have to say something about that. Eventually, at least.]
[to answer that question, Severa would normally have to bring herself right up to Lucina's face, but all she finds herself needing to do now is meet Lucina's eyes and she can see the brand clear as day. the corners of her lips turn up in relief; she knows why Lucina had been asking, and truly, the question had been on her mind as well.]
You do. This is something different.
[the claws in Severa's arm are a minor distraction, but they do serve as a reminder. given her leg situation, though, she knows that she may not be able to reciprocate Lucina's touch for much longer. now that she's stabilized, she touches Lucina's arm in much the same way, though without the claws. no matter their roles in the army, they are friends, and they will remain friends through this. Lucina will not eat her, and Grima will not destroy this world as well, so really, it's the best possible outcome.]
[still, something is weighing on her. something serious, much worse than her torn pants.]
Are you... also finding the taste of blood not as repulsive as before?
[Her momentary relief is shattered when Severa asks her that. She's dealing with it too. The taste. It's far more decadent than it should be. Lucina feels almost like a wild animal, hungry for flesh.
But her brand is still there. She's still her, and she wont succumb to the want for more blood, preferably not hers.
Severa's smells particularly good.]
I.. [She could lie. Say that she doesn't, but Severa would know. Maybe if she hadn't asked so soon Lucina could have made up a better lie.]
I'm ashamed to admit it tastes good. [Delicious..]
[just the phrase puts images into her head, images she finds herself suddenly not hating. it's disturbing. but is she hungry enough yet? no... no, she can't.]
I'm worried you were right. I... I would have been disgusted by it earlier today. But now I feel no better than some Risen. It sounds delicious.
[she looks down at what's been pooling at their feet. or, at this rate, what would once have passed for feet. the bewilderment in her voice turns to a stunned sort of terror.]
If I needed to lap up this blood, I would. I would do it without a second thought.
Lucina... I didn't know it would be like this. The first time we saw each other here. It's been so long, and we're becoming things now.
We still have our minds. We will not be tempted, Severa. If we do, we truly will be no better than Risen.
[But gods, does the blood smell good. Even Lucina has to admit that. Her hand grips a little tighter on Severa's arm before she lets go, trying to give her the best confident smile she can muster. It may fall a little short of her usual confidence.]
We should move from here at the very least. If we can smell this blood, so can others. I would hate for us to be easy pickings in our sorry states. I've managed to secure lodgings in my time here, they may be better shelter.
[she says that even as the grip from Lucina's clawed fingers, however brief, breaks skin and draws even more blood. the pain barely registers, and it was an accident. right?]
I'd like that. We may be the only people from Ylisse here. We should stay together.
[with difficulty, Severa rises to her feet. her thigh muscles scream with pain now that she actually has to put them into motion, but it's nothing she can't get used to. she'll have to force herself to get used to it, at any rate, because her extra legs aren't going away any time soon. if Lucina isn't desperate to chop off the extra parts of herself, Severa will show that same level of discipline.]
[she does notice their, uh, increased profiles, as it were.]
[She doesn't plan on chopping them off yet, anyway.
Maybe once they're in a more enclosed location she'll give it thought. Lucina follows Severa to her feet in full, and has to bite back a wince. Her muscles feel overstretched and weak, that's for certain. Her wings slump against her back, looking nowhere near as refined as if she had actually been a dragon or wyvern. In time, if they haven't figured out a fix for all of this mess, Lucina will find a more comfortable way to have them. Right now that's not priority.]
We could go inside sideways. I think that may work.
[Severa takes a careful look at Lucina's back, then at her own legs, as though she's gauging whether or not it would actually work. she seems satisfied.]
All right. We can do that.
[before giving the go-ahead to Lucina to lead the way, her spider legs twitch in tandem with her thigh muscles, and the experience—while harmless—is entirely unnerving and disgusting. and it makes her already thinly-stretched resolve break.]
Please tell me you still have Falchion at your home. I am getting rid of these legs one way or another.
[There it is, the question that actually makes her falter after a few steps. It's not something she wants to admit. The last memento of her dead father, the treasure of her country.
Lost to the waves.]
Falchion is not with me, Severa. [Her voice is quiet, guilty. Ashamed.
She'll find some way to get it back, she swears, but for now... She's weaponless.]
[well. that won't do, will it? Severa stops in her tracks. her voice almost immediately gets an edge to it, not half as sharp as Lucina's lost heritage but just as grave.]
Perhaps if we're cursed to become man-eaters anyway, we can find the one who stole it from you and live up to our new names. Your legacy dying here would be unacceptable. I refuse to allow it.
It was not stolen from me. [As if Lucina would have allowed anyone to do such a thing. Falchion would not be held by common folk to any effect, and a dull blade is useless, is it not? Only she has the ability to make Falchion sharp and deadly in her hands.]
It.. It is likely at the bottom of the ocean, Severa. I did not have it with me when I awoke. It's scabbard was empty, and when I asked, they had told me that I didn't have a sword when I was brought in.
[that puts a bit of a damper on her plans. but not enough to stop them entirely.]
Maybe whatever we're turning into can breathe underwater, then. My point stands. We must find some way to recover it. It's more important than whatever is happening here. [she sounds surprisingly good-spirited, given the situation, but she can't deal with Falchion being out of place, and its place is in Lucina's hands.]
Remember how fearsome you were on the battlefield beforehand. No one would be foolish enough to stand against you now, were you properly armed. I say we make this our new top priority.
[For some reason, Lucina doubts that whatever they're turning into can breathe underwater. Last she checked, dragons and... spiders did not fare so well in the ocean.
Perhaps they can find someone to help them, however. The villagers here are more than eager to please.
But Severa is right. They will get Falchion back. They'll fix whatever form of a curse this is and help the people here.]
You're right. We need a plan first, however, and I think we should work on removing ourselves from the streets first.
[Her steps are steadier now, more confident than she had been.]
[fine. that was the original plan anyway, and Lucina was right, the two of them are sitting ducks. sitting dragons and spiders. Severa may be confident that Lucina won't eat her, but she can make no promises for the other people in this town. and she has seen quite her share of characters.]
Lead the way, commander.
[which is unnecessary because she's already following Lucina, but she's taking what agency she can get. her legs itch, and she's trying not to think about when the second half of the set will erupt. at least this dallying has given her blood some time to clot so she won't be leaving a trail for people to follow.]
[She does. The place Lucina's secured isn't too fancy or really all that impressive. She'd eventually caved when she found out she needed shelter like anyone else, and that's when she'd let some of the townsfolk talk her into letting her stay.
They haven't been home in over four days. While Lucina is worried about them, right now she's thankful (in a horrifyingly relieved way) way that they're not here to see this. They'd been good people, if a bit nervous, and now they're gone. More than likely fallen prey to other monsters like she was becoming.
Lucina holds the door for Severa. She'd been testing her wings every now and again, and she thinks that maybe she has it under control, tucking them against her back in the most comfortable way she can manage.]
[Severa's new appendages offer her no such control. she's noticed over the course of the walk that they, too, are good at detecting vibrations with tiny hairs that she suddenly knows are there. but the legs don't fold, they don't change, they just stick out like four incredibly sore thumbs.]
[she tries walking through sideways and is relieved to discover it works, though she's none too pleased that that will have to become her default way of passing through doorways and other narrow spaces now.]
Thank you.
[her tongue runs along the length of her fangs again, now that she's thinking about it. it would seem the gorier transformations are happening to her lower body. is she to become a full spider, or some sort of man-spider hybrid? she'd prefer the latter. at least she would retain some semblance of who she used to be.]
You're adapting well, unsurprisingly. Did Robin share any tips with you for just such an occasion?
[it's a really bad joke, and one she almost immediately regrets making. but tasteless humor is better than focusing on what they're turning into. it may even serve as a reminder of their humanity.]
[Lucina grits her teeth and for the umpteenth time she bites her tongue on her new fangs. Severa's joke is tasteless, and more than that, it stings. In more ways than it should. Robin and Grima, one and the same. And now Severa has the gall to joke she is Robin's child in such a time.]
I am not Robin's ilk, Severa. Fell blood does not run through my veins.
[Perhaps it is a good thing that Morgan isn't here, at least.]
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[with her eyes shut, all she hears is the tearing of cloth and what sounds like blades ripping into flesh, but she can't be certain yet. she doesn't even want to open her eyes. but she reaches out with one arm to prop herself against a wall in case of another wave of pain, and when she's stabilized, she finally lets her eyes open.]
[the world seems even brighter than daylight; it almost makes her wince. unfortunately, maybe for both of them, Severa can see everything that's happened to Lucina in stunning detail. she gasps audibly, and her brain starts racing faster than ever before to find some way to stop these transformations from continuing.]
This is a curse. This is a curse! All we have to do is break it. We've done more than that together.
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She'd been warned this would happen. It was undoubtedly true for Severa as well.
Lucina's frenzy halts at her friends words, claws still digging into the scraps of fabric. She opens her mouth to retort, to confirm that Yes, they'll fix this somehow.
It comes out as a strangled noise of pain instead as the things (two now, she notes dully, through the pain) rip free from the little cuts she's made in her back.
Lucina dry heaves from the pain, the smell of blood, the sting. There's no pressure anymore, and she can't see whatever they are that broke free. She's not sure if she wants too. They're a part of her. They still ache, that's for certain, but it is no longer as bad.
Wings, like Minerva's, like Tiki's or Nowi's or Nah's. Scaled and reptilian. Bloodied.
Her hands find their way to the ground, palms steadying her though flexing into the concrete below. She's breathing hard, but she hopes that was the worst of it.]
Gods, Severa! [If she can even lift her head, she's not showing it. Her strength is sapped, and she's incredulous that her friend is still managing to stand while she's been forced to her knees. Proud, however. There's certainly pride there.]
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[the last word dies in Severa's throat. is Lucina becoming a... no. no, that was Robin's fate. and Robin's blood ran nowhere close to Lucina's. this was the curse. this is the curse, the curse of this city or of whomever caused it when they had both entered a month ago, pulled from the water unceremoniously like dregs of society. they are to become man-eaters.]
[and just as she thinks of the idea of actually eating a human and not finding it wholly detestable, which is disturbing in and of itself, a black spindle shoots from the side of her right thigh outwards, before she even has time to react to it. it tears through skin and cloth effortlessly with the force with which it erupts. the shock hits her before the pain, but gods does the pain hit her. Lucina may end up with her question answered; it takes that much for Severa to fall to her knees in front of her commander. she doesn't scream, but she doesn't want to; she's forcing herself not to so she can still pretend she's in control.]
[the spindle, once she looks over, appears to be a spider's leg—and by the way it's oriented, the foot-analogue pointing towards Lucina, the transformative curse would prefer Severa on her knees.]
Gods... gods, save us.
[she can barely even comprehend the various facts at hand. blood is streaming from her face and her leg, mixing with the blood of her friend already on the ground and still coming. and, because she knows what spiders are, she knows there must be seven more legs still inside her, waiting their own turn to burst. and if she is to turn into some horrible spider beast, she has to pray that Lucina doesn't find her appetizing.]
[the next two legs, which erupt as suddenly as the first from her left thigh, are what break her. she pierces the night with a scream of pure pain.]
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Lucina swallows. She swallows her own blood as she does, and the fact that she doesn't find the taste repulsive and metallic disgusting on it's own. It makes her feel more Fell than Divine.
But Severa needs her, and so she obliges, forcing herself to her legs, the weight on her back uncomfortable and disorienting as she does. There's no denying how utterly repulsive those spindly black legs look on her friend, but she'll steel herself regardless, grabbing her by the arm (a little more roughly than she wants, claws digging in), a vain attempt to hold her steady.]
We'll make it through this. We'll right this, Severa. I swear it. We will not hurt anyone.
[Lucina means it, despite how raggedly she says it.]
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[Severa looks up and forces a smile through the immeasurable pain radiating from her legs. her lower fangs are touching her lips and her upper fangs are jutting out of her mouth entirely. she's okay. she'll be okay. she doesn't like feeling vulnerable like this, and she doesn't like having to force back tears that desperately want to come. she'd rather be standing alone against every horrible member of Walhart's army than cry in front of her lord.]
[a fourth leg appears suddenly from her right thigh, and she screams again. halfway there, she thinks to herself in a moment of clarity immediately after the stab of pain. she can't focus enough to form words, but she's thankful, if nothing else, that she's not driving Lucina away. even in this form, she would fight alongside Lucina for as long as it would take to free Archanea from the horrible fate awaiting it.]
[she's panting when the pain finally stops. will there be any more transformations? she can't tell. she doesn't want to know. she'll chop her own extraneous legs off if she has to, once she finds a blade. she remains on her knees, tries not to focus on the pool of blood she's kneeling in, and makes an uncertain noise halfway between a gasp and a choke.]
These clothes are ruined.
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[But Severa seems steady, at least for the moment. Lucina dares not let her grip on the other girl go, however. Maybe more for her own sanity than Severa's at this point. She feels childish in doing so, clinging to her friend when she's supposed to be the pillar for her.
Lucina grits her teeth together, accidentally biting her tongue as she does, blood anew in her mouth.
Her voice is small when she asks, but she can't help it. Lucina has caught sight of her own draconic wings, and it scares her.]
Severa.. Do I still have my brand?
[Am I becoming Grima now? is what she really means. A dragon that feeds on death and destruction. Even if she hadn't lost Falchion to the sea, would she even have any right to wield it now?
Severa doesn't know she's lost the sword. She'll have to say something about that. Eventually, at least.]
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You do. This is something different.
[the claws in Severa's arm are a minor distraction, but they do serve as a reminder. given her leg situation, though, she knows that she may not be able to reciprocate Lucina's touch for much longer. now that she's stabilized, she touches Lucina's arm in much the same way, though without the claws. no matter their roles in the army, they are friends, and they will remain friends through this. Lucina will not eat her, and Grima will not destroy this world as well, so really, it's the best possible outcome.]
[still, something is weighing on her. something serious, much worse than her torn pants.]
Are you... also finding the taste of blood not as repulsive as before?
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But her brand is still there. She's still her, and she wont succumb to the want for more blood, preferably not hers.
Severa's smells particularly good.]
I.. [She could lie. Say that she doesn't, but Severa would know. Maybe if she hadn't asked so soon Lucina could have made up a better lie.]
I'm ashamed to admit it tastes good. [Delicious..]
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[just the phrase puts images into her head, images she finds herself suddenly not hating. it's disturbing. but is she hungry enough yet? no... no, she can't.]
I'm worried you were right. I... I would have been disgusted by it earlier today. But now I feel no better than some Risen. It sounds delicious.
[she looks down at what's been pooling at their feet. or, at this rate, what would once have passed for feet. the bewilderment in her voice turns to a stunned sort of terror.]
If I needed to lap up this blood, I would. I would do it without a second thought.
Lucina... I didn't know it would be like this. The first time we saw each other here. It's been so long, and we're becoming things now.
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[But gods, does the blood smell good. Even Lucina has to admit that. Her hand grips a little tighter on Severa's arm before she lets go, trying to give her the best confident smile she can muster. It may fall a little short of her usual confidence.]
We should move from here at the very least. If we can smell this blood, so can others. I would hate for us to be easy pickings in our sorry states. I've managed to secure lodgings in my time here, they may be better shelter.
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[she says that even as the grip from Lucina's clawed fingers, however brief, breaks skin and draws even more blood. the pain barely registers, and it was an accident. right?]
I'd like that. We may be the only people from Ylisse here. We should stay together.
[with difficulty, Severa rises to her feet. her thigh muscles scream with pain now that she actually has to put them into motion, but it's nothing she can't get used to. she'll have to force herself to get used to it, at any rate, because her extra legs aren't going away any time soon. if Lucina isn't desperate to chop off the extra parts of herself, Severa will show that same level of discipline.]
[she does notice their, uh, increased profiles, as it were.]
Will we both be able to fit through the door?
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Maybe once they're in a more enclosed location she'll give it thought. Lucina follows Severa to her feet in full, and has to bite back a wince. Her muscles feel overstretched and weak, that's for certain. Her wings slump against her back, looking nowhere near as refined as if she had actually been a dragon or wyvern. In time, if they haven't figured out a fix for all of this mess, Lucina will find a more comfortable way to have them. Right now that's not priority.]
We could go inside sideways. I think that may work.
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All right. We can do that.
[before giving the go-ahead to Lucina to lead the way, her spider legs twitch in tandem with her thigh muscles, and the experience—while harmless—is entirely unnerving and disgusting. and it makes her already thinly-stretched resolve break.]
Please tell me you still have Falchion at your home. I am getting rid of these legs one way or another.
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Lost to the waves.]
Falchion is not with me, Severa. [Her voice is quiet, guilty. Ashamed.
She'll find some way to get it back, she swears, but for now... She's weaponless.]
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Perhaps if we're cursed to become man-eaters anyway, we can find the one who stole it from you and live up to our new names. Your legacy dying here would be unacceptable. I refuse to allow it.
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It.. It is likely at the bottom of the ocean, Severa. I did not have it with me when I awoke. It's scabbard was empty, and when I asked, they had told me that I didn't have a sword when I was brought in.
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[that puts a bit of a damper on her plans. but not enough to stop them entirely.]
Maybe whatever we're turning into can breathe underwater, then. My point stands. We must find some way to recover it. It's more important than whatever is happening here. [she sounds surprisingly good-spirited, given the situation, but she can't deal with Falchion being out of place, and its place is in Lucina's hands.]
Remember how fearsome you were on the battlefield beforehand. No one would be foolish enough to stand against you now, were you properly armed. I say we make this our new top priority.
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Perhaps they can find someone to help them, however. The villagers here are more than eager to please.
But Severa is right. They will get Falchion back. They'll fix whatever form of a curse this is and help the people here.]
You're right. We need a plan first, however, and I think we should work on removing ourselves from the streets first.
[Her steps are steadier now, more confident than she had been.]
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Lead the way, commander.
[which is unnecessary because she's already following Lucina, but she's taking what agency she can get. her legs itch, and she's trying not to think about when the second half of the set will erupt. at least this dallying has given her blood some time to clot so she won't be leaving a trail for people to follow.]
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They haven't been home in over four days. While Lucina is worried about them, right now she's thankful (in a horrifyingly relieved way) way that they're not here to see this. They'd been good people, if a bit nervous, and now they're gone. More than likely fallen prey to other monsters like she was becoming.
Lucina holds the door for Severa. She'd been testing her wings every now and again, and she thinks that maybe she has it under control, tucking them against her back in the most comfortable way she can manage.]
After you.
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[she tries walking through sideways and is relieved to discover it works, though she's none too pleased that that will have to become her default way of passing through doorways and other narrow spaces now.]
Thank you.
[her tongue runs along the length of her fangs again, now that she's thinking about it. it would seem the gorier transformations are happening to her lower body. is she to become a full spider, or some sort of man-spider hybrid? she'd prefer the latter. at least she would retain some semblance of who she used to be.]
You're adapting well, unsurprisingly. Did Robin share any tips with you for just such an occasion?
[it's a really bad joke, and one she almost immediately regrets making. but tasteless humor is better than focusing on what they're turning into. it may even serve as a reminder of their humanity.]
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I am not Robin's ilk, Severa. Fell blood does not run through my veins.
[Perhaps it is a good thing that Morgan isn't here, at least.]