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TEST DRIVE: NOVMEMEBER (get it because it's a meme)

TEST DRIVE

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!
Ryslig's FAQ is located here, so please take a look if you have questions.
The reserve date is 11/27.
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 6 coins by replying to potential character threads! You cannot use this to go over the bonus 20 coins per month total, but you can use it 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. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

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. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

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: 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.

SCENARIO FOUR:The claws, the fangs, the pangs of hunger - horrible as they all are, it's manageable given enough time and perseverance. Local monster hunters, though, not so much.

Maybe it started with a few wayward glances on the outskirts of town, critical stares and disapproving whispers, or just the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it was, deserved or entirely unprovoked, you're being hunted: a handful of aggressive, well-armed humans doggedly chase your trail throughout city streets and out into the open, and if you're not careful (if you don't find help soon) you might wind up as the next trophy kill claim on one of those hunter's walls.

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Shulk! Yes! Riki know Shulk! Do you know where Shulk is?

Urk... sounds like the time I'm gonna be spending here is going to be a real pain. Just what I needed, huh? But once you're like... transformed, it's okay, right? Being like that?

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[Did this guy just mention vaudeville like it's still a thing?

Jimmy looks at him a little sideways, then frowns, disheartened.]

Already checked. It's not there.

[He swallows hard, tries to battle down his growing terror. She's not the same. She's having a conversation with him for a start. The others did not do that. At all. ]

That's...really weird.

[He pauses, looking her up and down. ]

You're reallynot gonna eat me? Because that was their M.O back home.

Well, I'll try not to. But you kind of are what I eat, so. I generally don't make a habit of eating newcomers, at the very least.

[Though it is the smarter idea, considering that they come back and the people native to this world don't.]

Data takes a moment to think, collecting himself. Whatever else this place is, it is clearly a pre-warp society. However, he had been brought here, and he was from a society well past warp discovery. There was no way of knowing, without prying at least, exactly how informed any one citizen might be on what Star Fleet was.

Or, indeed, if they would even believe in such a thing. Several of the people he'd spoken to had expressed similar unclarity about his organic state, but seemed rather unconvinced when he explained the (unexpected and, honestly, inexplicable) change.

"I have extensive military training," he finally said, shifting where he stood and staring down at the younger man. "However, I would not go so far as to say these events are in line with that training. I find myself in a state of constant stimulation overload, and there is no way to turn off any of my senses in this body. My emotions, I believe, are in a similar state, but I have had more practice wrestling emotion."

Not exactly true. He'd only had them emotion chip installed for a short time, and had only just come to find himself fully in control of it. But neither did saying that feel like a full lie, for he'd never had to worry about physical over-stimulation before, whereas his initial experiences with emotions had been taken as a flood he had to learn to navigate.

I'm just giving my read on the situation. I'm not here to take sides.

[Her tone is light, but somehow briskly professional. It's a lie to say she's not taking sides. What she's not taking is risks—least of all with some one clearly newer than she is.]

This way. The bar's only a few blocks. When we get there, we can talk about the drink you owe me.

[ Rin's eyes widen a little before she can help herself at the girl before her; then she quickly looks away, frustrated with herself for being so easily taken aback. She's not adapting well to this place at all, and she knows she could do better. ]

On the contrary, no matter where you are, refusing to face reality is a foolish thing to do.

[ So she lectures. ]

A "gunblade"?

[ She almost loses her cool for a moment at that, a frown flickering over her face. ]

There's nothing standard about that, but at least it answers my question.

Yes, it's true. I was taken here against my will and stripped of an important possession.

[He approaches, further closing the gap between himself and the winged lady at much quicker of a pace than the one he had been stumbling at just moments ago. He smiles just as wide, eyes fixed on the gargoyle as if this sort of thing were normal.

And to be honest, it was just about the most normal thing that had happened so far. It slipped his mind to be cautious, at least until those teeth stirred something in his memory. Even then, his smile remained, he just stopped walking.]

You don't say! You know this area? [Gaze raking, counting the traits that differed Seth from himself. Thinking over it all again, he didn't think he'd ever met anyone who was horned, winged, a girl, and a lizard before...] Worry, I mean, that would be really great of you! I'm sure I could keep up and all, though...

[He trails off, eyes fixed on her, grin pulling down into a confused half-frown. And then thoughtful silence.]

Whatever they tell you, I'm pretty sure this isn't hell. Not in the literal sense, anyway.

[Natasha's posture is easy, but even with her blank white eyes, it's easy to tell she's not looking at him. She's watching something behind him, the road toward both of them, in case the hunters decide to come this way.]

Figuratively, it has its moments.

I was thinking of directions somewhere less full of people who'd like to shoot you.

[She chuckles and swoops an arm out to gesture to the woods. Know might be a bit of an overstatement but no need to point that out. Just because she didn't know every nook and cranny didn't mean she couldn't be useful. The sooner she got any new folks out of the forest the sooner she could get back to hunting safely.]

I have a rough idea of how it works. There's really only one direction to go to get back to civilization. [Seth clears her throat, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she does so. She's all too aware that perhaps being a monster may be a concern for others.] If it helps, I assure you that I have no intention of misleading or trying to eat you. Assuming those are your primary concerns. Also if you get cold or tired I can make a fire for us or carry you.

[Ignoring the fact that she doesn't exactly look like she should be physically capable of carrying anyone. Monster strength could come in handy though.]

"It doesn't. And believe me, it only gets worse." On impulse, Natasha catches Pepper gently by the elbow and tugs her toward a nearby cafe. Finding a place to sit can't be a bad idea. It also gives Pepper a moment to process what's going on. It won't be nearly enough time, but it's a start.

Natasha's hand is unnaturally cold, but she moves surely through the crowd and does her best to project confidence.

"What you remember isn't wrong. Neither is what I've said. We're not on earth, or in our own time, and the forces that bring us here bring us from different points in the timeline."

She says it like it can make perfect sense, a rational explanation, even though the whole situation makes her skin crawl.

( and you know, with as perceptive as this one is? he'd had no idea at all that he's been followed for quite some time, keeping to the shadows to keep himself nice and hidden. no, for what it's worth, mister big hero has been too intent on scowling at the general direction the voices have been coming from and not what he should be doing, which is trying to find a real way out of this mess.

look. being directionally challenged is hard, okay?

even though they'd only met briefly, and even though he'd been far more focused on serah, snow could never forget the voice that calls out to him. and even if his appearance is not what he's expecting, it barely shows in his expression – a brief flicker in blue eyes, the slight raise of brows, nothing else – and he's swallowing whatever bit of nonsense that had been about to come out of his mouth in favor of trying for something more … helpful.

or maybe just a little bit less useless. )

The voices aren't helping. And they're kinda creeping me out. ( a shrug, and then he squints. ) Is that really you, Noel?

[Among far too many other things, he can't tell what that hardening means, but... a very deep nod.]

-- Yes. -- If that's what you want.

[Killing is bad, and he can't just let go of that anymore, but...!]

-- I hope... you are ready.

[He mostly means psychologically - armed or not, in general, someone like them would be more ready to fight than... someone who is't, but still -- !]

[To be fair, there are stranger thing about L and always have been, even before this entire affair that stripped away what remained of his token humanity. He looks more on the verge of collapsing than he does of losing control, however, and he turns a tired, even bored gaze toward the Shade's face.]

I don't intend to be stripped of more choices than absolutely necessary, which is why I have rules. I feed on bad people. Usually I investigate them for at least a week before I decide. My latest target happens to be marked for tonight; he hits his wife and child and drinks to excess and he'll be passing by on his way home from the tavern. That's what I'm waiting for.

[He pauses.]

I may have waited too long. So... maybe you should think about helping me incapacitate him if you don't want him to run and call the authorities on the one you already killed.

( he wouldn't have been able to blame her had he known that was what she was thinking – because honestly, even though it hasn't been that long since he'd last seen her, it never fails to feel like a lifetime whenever he's away from her.

mingled with the giggling, taunting voices all around him, hers rings out far more clearly than anything else could; like crystal, bright and clear and sweet, and he turns to face it with the sort of urgency that nothing else could possibly touch, eyes widening with hope. )

… Serah?

[Any? Really? He was going to just say that he's sorry he's not a harpy...! Silly Cole!]

-- You would risk it anyway. I haven't found a way to make the snow stop. Ever...

But you are good with the cold...!

[It's dreamy and actually... exploratory. He'd be able to sense that, and now, he's not even inferring; he's making a leap of faith. But... could it be...?]

This body is humiliating.

Light Yagami has never seen himself as nothing but a vessel for his own brain. He is his body as much as he is his mind, and he's always taken careful care of both. No matter what new things he is capable of in this shape, as a highly social creature whose secondary weapon is his interpersonal skill, he is hindered more than helped by the eight black-and-orange-striped legs that sprout from the new, unfamiliar lower half of his body. To make matters worse, even his face has been marred by a second set of eyes.

That's why he hasn't shown his new face for a while. Light Yagami is a vain son of a bitch, and he's honestly taken the loss of his handsome appearance harder than he took the new diet. After all, everywhere has people the world would be better off without.

But from his temporary home in the forest, Light hears the footsteps -- well, more feels them than hears them, thanks to his new, freakishly-sensitive, quadrupled feet. Someone's being chased, that much is clear. For a moment, Light considers leaving them to it: after all, no one dies forever here, and even if the victim is caught, they'll just come back the next time the fog rolls in. But Light decides against it. At the very least, he'll learn something about the hunters and their methods, and best case scenario? He rescues someone, who will then owe him a favor. You couldn't have too many friends in a place like this -- especially when your appearance has become tragically off-putting.

He's surprised to see it's L.

--maybe I should leave him there, he thinks, from his vantage point in the canopy of a nearby tree. He hasn't spotted me yet. The hunters could just do the job for me, and then I'd have over two weeks to operate without L breathing down my neck. Then, he thinks better of it. He shuts his eyes, all four of them. No, if he found out later I was here, it would look suspicious if I didn't help him. There's no way I wouldn't have heard the commotion and gone to investigate. I have to do it. I've got to step in.

Still, Light thinks, as he swiftly and silently moves to the tree L is on and crawls headfirst down the trunk, I really hate that he's going to see me like this.

"Ryuzaki!"

The call, low enough that it won't carry, comes from above L's head. Light is upside-down, holding out a hand, offering to turn the climb from a delaying tactic to a true escape.

"Come on, this way!"

[In different conditions, he would tell her why, but he can't be sure, and...! This is a safe guess, a very, very safe guess, but he still doesn't know...]

He chose to -- ... [What if he didn't? What if he was bullied? Bribed...?] Do not be angry at yourself. -- He - he frightened you, and you fought.

-- You did what you needed to. I-it does not make you bad... A-and now, you can go someplace safe...

[Not that he knows where...! He really wishes he could do more, but -- all that he has any real reference to do is make her feel a bit better, calmer, here and now...!]

Rosa's conclusion was not an inaccurate one; he would have likely stood and taken any blows dealt his way, doing very little to actually defend himself against the impact. After all, it could easily have been argued that he deserved as much, and the fact that said blow never came was almost a surprise to him on some level. Almost.

The sorceror slowly opened his eyes to look over at the woman.

"..I am."

He sat in a heavy silence as a few minutes slowly drifted past, before finally adding.

"..And you are his bethrothed."

Well … they need to! ( snow. sweetheart. light of my life. hush.

there sure are a lot of people ( monsters? ) emerging from the foliage out here. it would be strange and kind of creepy if he weren't surrounded by the stuff, and when kieran is fully visible, the fact that he isn't human doesn't register. it might be dark, and maybe this one is a bit near-sighted, but for the most part? he looks normal.

and therefore non-threatening. it works in everyone's favor. )

So there are just … disembodied voices hanging out in a creepy forest driving people crazy? ( he huffs, which is more a sigh, really, and shakes his head. ) Y'know, I've seen weirder. Believe it or not. ( and then a shrug. ) That'd be great, though. Know your way around, then, huh?

( or maybe you have a map. he doesn't know. he isn't asking questions. )

[Another world? Did he win the battle against Char—the human and somehow forget about it? Did he reset too hard? Asriel's smile fades and he looks into the merman's eyes, confused and searching for answers.]

So monsters and humans don't get along here, either? But... why?

( props to you, madam, because that was actually a pretty loud outburst – not that he knows, really, how to be quiet, but that's neither here nor there. he blinks when she speaks up, though, breaking his focus on the pamphlet long enough to take in the newcomer now standing near him.

he doesn't mind the fact that she has fins! or gills! they look kinda neat, actually.

still. turning into a monster? not something he'd like to do. the threat of being a cie'th was bad enough, thanks so much. ) I don't wanna turn into anything!

( :|!!! )

After a brief pause, Data shifted the pamphlets and papers he’d been given to look through over into one hand, keeping his eyes on the faun-like youth as he followed after. He didn’t particularly relish the idea of getting lost alone here, but then again, he didn’t exactly know where he was in relation to any useful landmarks, and he had no way of knowing what caliber of company he’d chosen to keep.

At the very least, he wasn’t going to let the papers fly off. He’d seen enough blowing around to assume that several new comers had done just that.

“My name is Data,” he said, stopping mid-stride and holding his free hand out politely. “It is a pleasure to meet you…?”

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i'm so sorry noel ... you don't know what you're getting yourself into ...

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squeaks! also i'm so sorry for how late this is. ;;

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oh god please don't feel like you have to match this length, this became a novel and I'm sorry

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preemptive blanket apology for this dummy.

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oh lord here we go!

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