JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

[rysligmods]

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 01/29.
• 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.

Comments

Atsushi Murasakibara | Kuroko no Basket

[lazylazy]

[One]

Hey...

[A shadow falls over you and the helpful locals who were trying to hand you some secondhand winter clothes scatter.]

What's a bunnyipyip?

[One of the pamphlets that people have been handing out is held up in front of your face by what at first seems to be one of the local monster population, but that, upon further inspection, turns out to be a quite human young man. Just one that's nearly seven feet tall. He stares at you, not particularly expectantly, but with increasing irritability the longer it takes for you to answer.]

[Three – Wendigo]

[He's crouched down on the sidewalk watching people walk by with almost a feverish attentiveness in his eyes. Every once and a while, his hands twitch and he whines. It's been like this ever since the fog set in. Everyone else has been sprouting weird things from their bodies, but he's the same as ever. Just so hungry.

So. Incredibly. Hungry.

If you get too close, your leg will be grabbed in a crushing, vice-like grip.]

How am I supposed to eat them?

[This isn't going anywhere good...]

i

[monarchical]

[ What on earth do they feed you, Atsushi. But, well, he's only about four inches taller than Nidai, so Sonia isn't staring at all. Instead, the princess seems to be thrilled to have been asked this particular question, so there's pretty much no time for him to get irritable at her for taking long to answer. ]

Ah! I think perhaps they are referring to Bunyip? It is a cryptid of some renown! Though I suppose "cryptid" is not a term I should be using in a place where such creatures are, apparently, everyday! Is it not the most exciting news?

Arba | Magi

[undyingzeal]

[OOC: I'm taking her from her most recent canon point, but going with the original body for simplicity's sake.]

[One]

[A young woman with (ridiculously) long pigtails is seated at a table in a small coffee shop not too far from the hospital. Spread out before her is a small collection of pamphlets which she is slowly leafing through. You'll notice that the waitstaff is keeping their distance and eying her warily, but it doesn't become clear just why until you get close enough to see her face.

It's twisted with an almost horrific expression of rage and disgust.

When she notices you approaching, she raises her head and it's only a matter of seconds before her features settle into a pleasant, friendly sort of smile. Her free hand, however, is clenched so tightly in a fist that you can see blood starting to drip from it.]

Yes, can I help you?

[Four - Gargoyle]

Get down!

[A gargoyle with enormous black wings shoots down from the rickety railing of a fire escape and strikes down one of the hunters with her claws. She remains crouched, hissing at the remainder of the mob as they close in. You get the feeling that the “get down” was less of a warning and more of a demand to get out of her way.
The mob begins to circle around, holding out knives and metal pipes. Arba only spares you one look before reaching for the weapon of the man she just killed. It looks like you need to decide whether you're going to be a help or a hindrance.]

One

[curtaincalled]

Excuse me?

[And here Fiona had been in the middle of trying to convince the employee writing down her order that yes, salt was definitely an acceptable ingredient in coffee and no, she really wasn't joking. She had started to look around for a place to sit instead (preferably one with salt shakers) and caught sight of the person every one of them seemed to be avoiding. Mostly by accident.]

-oh, dear.

Are you--quite all right? You're bleeding...

[Fiona's already reaching her hand out, like she could staunch the flow of blood with her bare hands.]

Lucas Friar | Girl Meets World

[anewboy]

2

[In retrospect it was dumb to come into the woods like this, but he felt he could handle it. And now he was regretting it. Every little noise, though, he was on edge. He wasn't exactly wanting to just.

It's a snapping branch that has him whipping around and grabbing a low hanging branch and ripping it off the tree for hopeful protection, looking in the general direction]

3 - DEMON

[Well, it was unexpected that he would be dealing with pain coming from his head and he tried to get out of his room but didn't make it quite to the door before putting one hand against the wall to steady himself with a groan.

Who woulda thunk that horns through a head would be painful...

Well at least he's managing to not scream bloody murder. Just. Groan in pain as he shifts to slide to sitting and leaning against the wall and hold his head.]

3

[dadmeetsworld]

[ It's foggy out there, and Cory knows what that means: changes. So he's checking in on all the kids just to make sure they're all okay.

He knocks at Lucas' door. ] Hey, can I come in?

Tanyuu Karibusa | Mushishi

[fourthscribe]

One

No, really, I don't--thank you, but I can't really take them...

[A little ways away from the general crowd at the hospital is a young woman all but cornered by a small gaggle of insistently helpful townsfolk, her expression fading very quickly from apologetic to irritated. The source of the problem is almost immediately obvious--for all that the offers of helpful fliers are meant well, it's rather hard to accept them when one is in crutches. If they stopped to think for a few moments they would realize this, but...well.]

[Tanyuu tries to edge around the men, but they keep pressing closer and very earnestly insisting that she find a place to stay very quickly, what with the monsters around and all. And when one of them reaches forward to try and tuck a pamphlet into her kimono she stumbles back a few steps with an incredibly offended look.]

What are--do not touch me!

[Some help might be appreciated.]

Four - Fairy

[If it weren't for that glow around her it would be rather difficult to see Tanyuu's tiny form zipping down the street, flying as fast as she can to try and outpace the small mob chasing her. It had been pure chance that she'd run into the hunters at all, but now she just couldn't get rid of them.]

[And as she turns another corner, she makes the mistake of stealing a glance behind her rather than watching where she's going, and slams right into you with a yelp. Tumbling in the air for a moment before righting herself, she shakes her head and looks between you and the approaching group anxiously.]

Quick, hide! [The last thing she wants is for someone else to get caught up in this mess.]

Four!

[songoftimeandtimeagain]

[As usual, his anntenae sense something approaching before he's fully aware of what it is. He turns just as the little glowing ball reaches him, bumping softly against his shoulder. He lets out a gasp, and immediately turns to face her, cupping his hands under where she wavers awkwardly in mid air, giving her a place to land safely if she needs it. He leans his head close, eyes wide and a little awe struck. The surprise on his face isn't because he's never seen anything like her, it's the opposite. A sudden pang of familiarity hits him deep, and although he knows she's not a Fairy like the ones back home, (her glow is too dull, her wings too broad and too solid) he's far from unfamiliar with faeries either.

He doesn't move at first, just looking up and past her to see what the problem is. Hunters, not monsters. He lets out a little breath, then taps his foot on the ground. A circle of mushrooms sprouts around the two of them, and by the time the hunters reach it the two are halfway across the peninsula.

When he speaks to her he keeps his voice soft and small to match the person he's talking to.]

It's okay, you're safe now. Are you alright?

sonia nevermind | super dangan ronpa 2

[monarchical]

scenario i a;

[ Dumped into a new location - a new level? - Sonia does the practical thing first: upon receiving a few pamphlets and realizing there is basically an entire library of variety of them, she starts to collect as many different ones as she can, thanking any helpful NPCs who load her down with them. While she doesn't typically mind reading standing up, she locates a bench outside of the hospital to flip through her new reading material with an eye for learning anything of use.

However, she's majorly sidetracked by the unhelpful pamphlets...though she seems to be excited by them rather than annoyed. ]

Ah!! So they have this sort of publication here, as well! I wonder if there are also occult magazines...? Though I did not realize fur-bearing trout could bite people. I don't think this quite covers all the dangers of such a transformation, though...the temperature does not quite seem cold enough for them, and there's no warning at all of the possibility of exploding!

[ Who...who is she even talking to? You, maybe? Or herself, as she carefully underlines a particular passage in pen, having asked for one of those before leaving the hospital. ]

I shall just have to add in the pertinent details myself... [ ...Yeah, she's just going to sit here happily editing pamphlets about nonexistent monsters until otherwise distracted, isn't she. ]

scenario i b;

[ On her quest to Collect All the Pamphlets, however, Sonia can be found...

Well, trying to collect them all. If you happen to have had some shoved at you, newbie or not, you might find her coming up to you with an array of the things, eyeing whatever's in your hand. ]

Pardon me! I am so sorry for the interruption, but might you be willing to trade that one for "What to expect when you're expecting (to become a monster)"? I have three, and I need that.

[ She could literally be doing anything else and it would be more productive than this. ]

scenario ii a;

[ Well, it Could Be Worse! You know, if she runs into anything that wants to kill her. Though it isn't like that's an unheard of situation for the princess of Novoselic. Since she's simply lost and not running for her life for the moment (which could always change), Sonia props her fists on her hips and considers the situation. She's ignoring the giggling for now; it's likely Fae folk, right? ...Right? ]

Ah...let's see. Unless I know where I am going, I am to stay put...however, when I was told that, my instructors did not at all take into consideration human-eating monsters. I believe I shall have to dismiss that order for the time being.

[ Talking to herself is helping her stay on track. Let's see...if she remembers the map correctly, she wants to go East. She doesn't have a compass or a watch, and constellations known at home are hardly likely to help here, so that leaves...

Plant life, right? Or...

Whenever you come across Sonia, you'll find her messing around with two large sticks, standing them up on the ground and digging in. She...probably has a plan here, but her plan is kind of Winging It after determining directions (this...this is presumably helping her?) so help would be appreciated. Or you could attack her, rude. ]

scenario ii b;

[ All right, she's had enough of childlike laughter in the dark and rustling and footsteps. It doesn't matter if you were stumbling around lost as well or if you were stalking her; Sonia snaps out one hand and her voice rings with pure command. ]

This is entirely outside of enough! I demand you show yourself at once!

[ Well, someone's hella done. ]

scenario sonia;

[ SINCE I DON'T WANT TO GET ATTACHED TO ANY ONE MONSTER, makes up something non-monstery... (alternately, feel free to wildcard at me)

Having finally made it to one of the cities or villages or wherever you happen to be residing, Sonia gravitates to a bookstore or library during the day or night if need be. She looks...actually depressed, for some reason? Why could that be? While she's always happy to browse books, and even seems to be setting a few aside to purchase or check out... ]

Ah...truly, this is a blow I shall never recover from...even now, the clock is ticking...!

[ Well, this sounds entirely serious! It's probably not something dumb, right?

(spoiler alert it's something dumb) ]

comin for scenario sonia.. i almost typed sonic

[yasusada]

[ Normally Yamato isn't the type to leave from his home at night, he's but a simple harpy sans the wings and he should be asleep but there are a few changes going through the house and he's having a hard time just dealing with it. So he decides to go out and find more books for the shelf back home since someone who's like his son enjoys reading them, every single one of them so Yamato has to try his best to get new books when he can.

Once he enters to find a few books that seems like something Sorey would be excited to read, he stands behind a female who is going through some Hard Times (tm). With a tilt of his head, the male hums a bit to get her attention before speaking. ]

Hm? do you have some place to go, if you're running late, I could purchase your books and drop them off for you?

Nathan Explosion | Metalocalypse

[goforthanddie]

ONE

[Nathan did have some moments where he blacked out when he drank. Every adult did and if they didn't, clearly they were missing out on a good time. Waking up in the middle of who knows where, his cellphone getting no reception and the oddest part? Everyone looked at him like he was just some regular guy. Which might explain why he's just standing in the middle of the sidewalk constantly eyeing people.]

The fuck is this hellhole even supposed to be. [He did choose to not read the pamphlets. He knows enough about furries existing that he's pretty sure it's the safer bet. He's so distracted by the lack of merch for Dethklok, the weird fashion and everything else that the moment he starts walking again he's walking right into someone. Don't expect an apology for it.]

THREE: MINOTAUR

[He's already dismissed the nonsense of being a monster despite already interacting with them himself. Nathan is out for a drink when the fog rolls into. A attempt to get something normal since he was a bit upset that he couldn't get in touch with his bandmates. Not that he would admit it, that was asking too much. After downing another shot of whiskey he's up and heading out of the bar. His body starts to ache. A pressure builds in his skull and he's already starting on a long and not so eloquent string of curses.

He brings a hand up to try and rub his forehead but the moment he does his nails start to loosen.]

You have got to be joking. [He shakes his hand with a low groan. He ached. He was not entirely sober and he was stuck in some weird backwards society. He's trying, for what it's worth, to get back to his "home". Although he comes to a stop in the middle of a street once the pain in his head grows to be too much. The pain doesn't cause him to scream. It does cause him to start growling, a low and rumbling sound.]

This place sucks.

WILDCARD

[Nathan isn't too hard to find. If he isn't off in a bar trying to drink he's outside being drunk and flipping someone off. Perhaps he's found singing one of the bands old songs that seems to get him a bit of attention. Who knows, maybe he's even trying to call out to some people to get them together to see if they're any good playing an instrument.]

1

[affluenza]

It's called Ryslig.

[And here's a vampire dressed exactly like a stereotypical old-timey movie vampire. Bow tie, cape, all that good stuff.

And he's smiling. And doesn't seem to mind that Nathan bumped into him.]

And it's no hellhole, either. The good news is, you get to be a monster soon. The bad news is nothing.

Mello | Death Note

[planmade]

[1]

[Having been handed numerous pamphlets since his arrival, Mello has kept a hold of every one of them. He's even gone out of his way to ask for others, to the relief of some of the inhabitants. An informed monster is better than an uninformed one, right?

Being alive is an unexpected shock, as is finding himself in a strange backwater town that expects him to change into something horrifying at any moment, but the blond has seen Shinigami with his own eyes so it only makes sense to stretch the boundaries of what he considers possible.

His last case might have been taken from him, but he can keep himself on track by immediately diving into a new one - one that many before him will already be tackling. Most of L's records with the Kira case had been lost to him, but here he's free to make use of the knowledge of others.

Though he might make himself a little too welcome. A particular pamphlet he hasn't seen before might catch his attention, and he might just feel the need to casually snatch it out of its current owner's unsuspecting hands...]

[3 - were"wolf"]

i.

[He'd known there was a strong chance of something like this happening. He'd dreaded it. Still, this is the worst case scenario for a lover of chocolate.

None of the outward physical changes have started yet, but this evening he'd gotten through half a chocolate bar before the pangs in his stomach began. Not being anywhere near his current place of residence, he has no choice but to find a place off the sidewalk to lose his lunch. The other half of the bar is still clenched tight in the fingers of one hand as the other grips the side of a nearby trashcan.

Changing into a monster is more acceptable to him than this.]

ii.

[Are you out late wandering the streets on your own? You should know better on a foggy night like this one! Or not, as you're most likely one of the creatures others would run from.

If you keep an eye out for small things moving in the dark, you might catch sight of one in particular - a pair of bright yellow eyes belonging to a four-legged form. Racing down the street is a true terror... a ragged terrier mutt with a clear goal in mind.

Surely you wouldn't want to get in this determined canine's way...]

[Wildcard]

[For anything else!]

i

[doomsongnow]

[GIR's basically been living like a hobo the entire time he's been in Ryslig, which is a far cry from his lifestyle at home and not particularly helpful to his cravings as a Moose Wendigo. As a result, the smell of chocolate is incredibly attractive and he's basically been following Mello for like an hour, drool seeping through his dog suit.

Well, now that he's throwing up, doesn't hurt to ask!?]

Hey! You gonna eat the rest of that?

[His tail is wagging. He may still be dressed like a dog except for the parts where antlers and hooves are sticking out, but he's definitely not allergic to chocolate.]

Rhys | Borderlands

[wellmadeplans]

[Two]

[The woods, Rhys has decided, are the Worst. It's not like there's any murderers running around, or at least not ones currently trying to kill him, and Rhys doesn't want to stick around to find any. The laughter isn't currently filling him with a whole lot of hope, even if he can't see where it's coming from.

He doesn't even know why he thought going into the woods would be a good idea. He's filled with nothing but regret, and a little bit of fear.]

Uuuuuggh.

[This is it. This is the end of him. Every tree looks the same as the last one, and he's too caught up in this train of thought to notice there's someone right there until it's too late to avoid them.]

Shiii-- Uh. Hey, there.

[He clears his throat, hoping his attempt at being totally smooth will somehow increase his odds you're not going to be the end of him.]


[Four - Shade]

This can't be happening right now.

[Except it is. It's not like Rhys isn't even surprised - why wouldn't he be chased down by a rabid mob? It's something that was almost starting to be familiar even before he just rolled up here and started the awful, awful transition into being something...distinctly not human.

Something not human that can also pass through walls, which just makes him even more confused over why he, out of everyone else would be the person picked for the hunt. It's just so...so stupid.

Which is exactly why he slips through the wall, not even caring that he's entering someone's home.]

I'm not, I'm not even physical! God, the people here are just...terrible...

[Because an explanation is better than a greeting, even one that trails off. He raises his hands to show he means no harm, before his body just...droops. He's tired and harmless, okay?]

I'll just. I'll just leave as soon as that whole...murderous mob passes. Hah.


[Wildcard!]

[Just in case.]

2; well hello friend fancy tagging you here

[terribibble]

[The tall, thin person with the imposing horns and wings that Rhys had the pleasure of almost running into lets out an unpretty shout. Their wings flare in surprise and one of them whaps against a nearby tree, and that combined with the few hurried steps backwards they take in surprise only ends up sending them tumbling horns-over-hooves to the ground.

Fiddleford McGucket really does not make a good demon, but here we are.]

Sweet sasparilla, where'd you come from?

[Usually he's good at noticing when people are coming toward him out of the trees. So he usually imagines most of those people. That's beside the point.]

Hiyoko Saionji | Dangan Ronpa 2

[nolemon]

[1]

[This definitely isn't where Hiyoko expected to wake up at. She had escorted herself out of the hospital as soon as she could. Hiyoko had blamed their incompetence for ruining her clothes in salt water and she needed a new change. At least the staff had given into her demands of clothes...it was far less embarrassing than admitting to strangers she couldn't quite get her sash tied properly. Packing them carefully away in a bag, she's currently carrying them. Just in case.

That's when the natives try to give her pamphlets on what's going to happen. Flipping through one--'Alternatives to Human Flesh'--she throws it to the ground.]

What do you think you're trying to pull, pigshit?

[Considering Hiyoko is very small and looks like a child this is probably not something that's expected and the natives back away from her slightly.]

[2]

[She totally did not get lost in the woods. What kind of idea was that? She's not Gretel, for crying out loud. Except she is lost and... well, if she's honest? Hiyoko doesn't like this forest at all.

She's totally not trying to bite back tears or any childish stuff like that. Why are you asking?]

[3 (Fairie)]

[Congratulations whoever you are, you now have one very small person sitting on your shoulder, transparent dragon-fly like wings breaking flitting quickly.]

Hey, you! Do something!

[She may or may not be asking for help. Who knows.]

3

[doomsongnow]

[And let's just say she's landed on the beefy (no... porky?) bicep of Pig Minotaur GIR. He salutes with his other hand-]

I OBEY!

[And then starts breakdancing.

Maybe she should have been more specific.]

Fiddleford McGucket | Gravity Falls | Post-Portal Mid-Breakdown Flavor

[terribibble]

THREE; Merperson

(Part A)

[So far Ryslig has been merciful on Fiddleford McGucket. He knows what he is -- merperson is an easy one to spot, particularly when you have Ford Pines and his handy dandy compendium to reference. So far all he's had to force himself to get used to are webbed fingers and toes, closely-packed dull brown scales that look almost like skin from a distance, and a whole mess of fins.

Of course his idea of getting used to them has been steadfastly ignoring them. It's the best he can do when he can't erase his knowledge of them and this whole awful place entirely.

Today, though, it seems like he's going to have to acknowledge what's happening to him whether he likes it or not. There's been a pain in his neck since this morning and it's only grown worse the more he's tried to pretend it's not there. It's not until the late evening when he feels something hot and wet trickling down his skin that he gives in and checks his reflection the window of a shop.

Tears have opened on both sides his neck. They form two swooping lines on each side from which blood is leaking in a thick steady trickle. That familiar swell of panic rises within him and bubbles up out of his throat as a shaky:]

Lord have mercy.

(Part B)

[About half an hour later he can be found a little ways down an alley with his head and shoulders fully submerged in a rain barrel. Faint unhappy gurgling sounds occasionally waft up from the water. Do you approach?]

FOUR; Gargoyle

[He's been running for what feels like forever and the sounds of following footsteps and shouting hasn't dimmed at all. Granted he'd probably be doing better at getting away if he didn't keep tripping over his own feet and his own be-damned incredibly long tail, but the point is, if this chase just keeps going in circles then eventually someone's going to get tired and it's probably going to be the noodly scientist and not the hardened monster hunters.

What other choice does he have but to go up? He spreads his wings, gives a few uncertain flaps, and then lifts off the sidewalk -- only to smack directly into a building. Incredibly enough, that was his plan. He scuttles up the side using his claws to keep a hold on the wood and stone and raps desperately on the first window he finds that's lit before even properly looking inside. He's too busy looking back over his shoulder at the approaching torchlight.]

Open up! Please!

WILDCARD

[Hit me up here or on plurk at mister_inkwell if you have any questions! Otherwise just toss me whatever starter you like.]

4

[aretaic]

[The room is lit, yes, but not well. But there's enough light for his sharp gargoyle eyes to see someone looking back at him... and not moving to help right away. But after glancing down to see the torches the occupant moves and-

-yep, the window sure is open]

matt murdock | marvel earth-65 (spider-gwen!)

[notthekingpin]

one;

I'm not quite sure what you're expecting me to do with this.

[matt runs his fingers along the thing that was handed to him. paper. glossy. he frowns. back at home he could have told you that the grammage was 100 g/m2, that clay was used with calcium carbonate and there was no cotton in them. mostly chemicals and little real wood. from those facts he would have deduced that whoever had printed this material was only interested in coming off as if they cared about the subject matter, but not interested in making a real commitment. that pamphlet would have contained cotton, would've been more towards 200 g/m2. he would've been able to feel the difference in color, the saturation that the ink had on the page.

even then, he wouldn't have been able to read the words. the ink wasn't in deep enough. but at least he would've known more than simply discerning it was a glossy trifolded paper. as it stands, he might as well have just been handled a blank piece of common paper no one has ever attempted to print on. it's entirely pointless.]

I assume you think this is helpful, so thank you, but it really won't be necessary. [he hands the pamphlet back at the person handing it to him, or at least attempts to. in a couple of the cases he's only vaguely aware that they've walked off by the sound of their steps as they walk away. the steps are too quiet. this whole world is too quiet. it is discomforting.]

three - minotaur;

[honestly, the changes come as a relief for him. he wakes up one morning and the city is alive. it speaks to him in a way that he has not heard since coming to ryslig. while it still isn't the same as at home, (colors do not sing under his fingertips the way they used to; he cannot make out the shapes of his room except in how sound bounces off of them but it is still a question of careful triangulation) it is enough for now.

while he can feel the physical changes - soft fur along his body, rounded horns framing his head (and the worlds worst migraine which accompanied them), sharper nails and sharper teeth (what was it aleksei had said? shark-like lawyer teeth? how ironic), glowing eyes, ears? something with his ears - he cannot see them. he doesn't know the redish hue of his wool or how menacing his eyes look glowing behind his dark red glasses. he doesn't have to be afraid of how his appearance has changed or that it should give him some deep existential crisis about who he was.

he greets the day unusually happily as he goes out around town to get reacquainted with it, so to speak. he doesn't even care that it means he can now hear all of the whispers of anti-monster sentiment. he's not about to let some humans ruin the day he start to get his powers back.]

Do you mind? [he doesn't ever actually run into anyone, but if he gets close enough he stops, just before.] I am blind, you know. [he smiles, like he's telling a joke. hot damn is it good to have heightened senses again.]

one

[pastlanternlight]

It's an introductory pamphlet. It's not really that useful, it's mostly just stuff the humans are guessing about monsters.

[Rather than human footsteps, there's a scraping at the floor like wood contacting wood, and a smell that's somewhere between flowery and charred, like the person's been close to fire a little more frequently than most. The wooden sound stops in front of him, a little to the left.]

You're new, right? I mean, you can read the thing if you want, but it's better to get the story from the actual monsters here.

[She doesn't seem to have registered his blindness quite yet.]

Fuu | Samurai Champloo (possible return)

[fuukinchou]

[One: Rinse and Repeat (Hospital)]
[O...okay. This wasn't what she was expecting. Wasn't it warm outside just yesterday? And what's with showing up at the hospital again? She'd gone to sleep in her own room, and now...

Well-- okay, it doesn't really matter. Fuu wanders out of the hospital, after shooing doctors and nurses away, muttering about didn't I just do this, anyway?! They're happy to see her go, dappled gray-and-pink skin and all. And speaking of that, it couldn't have been that long that she wasn't paying attention, right? Not when her changes haven't progressed at all. (She has hope, of course, that she's seen the last of them...but knowing her luck? There's something awful and probably embarrassing still waiting for her.)

It's only a few minutes before she's accosted by a pair of flyer-weilders, and they shove their bogus literature in her face aggressively. Flustered and annoyed, she takes it and starts waving it right back at them.]

Do I really look like I NEED THIS?!

[Noticing her hair, her teeth, her skin tone, and the weird little prehensile seaweed tendril that also seems to be shaking a fist at them from her back, they slide away, wordless after her admonishment. Sighing, Fuu tosses the literature at the nearest bin, but considering her aim is shit, it wouldn't be surprising if it actually hit some unsuspecting person's head.]

[One (again): What'll it Be? (Cafe in Vandare)]
[It took some finagling, but she managed to convince the cafe owner to offer a free coffee to newcomers. (Good to know that big brown eyes can still get a girl somewhere in this crazy place!) Still, the man had stared at her funny for a while when she walked back through the door. Has it really been months? No one's heard a peep from Mugen. She barely recognizes anyone familiar anymore...

Sheesh. Life is hard.

Fuu's hard at work, though, bussing tables and taking orders simultaneously when the place is short-staffed. Her seaweed tendrils carry piles of dishes and a half-empty coffee pot. For this random encounter, you have two options:

b1. When she has a free hand, she approaches any newcomer who happens to be sitting without anything in front of them. She's a little timid about it, because she's gotten more than a stare or two about her skin and teeth, but she'll offer a little smile anyway, and ask:] Can I get you anything?

[b2. There's a man sitting at a table in the corner, nursing a third refill on coffee and little else. Fuu's busily clearing tables as he finishes the cup, and when he clears his throat to indicate he'd like another fill-up, she hands a bucket of plates off to one of the seaweed helpers. The man stares at it for a second, as Fuu reaches for the coffee pot, and makes a lewd comment, something like "I wouldn't mind being handled by one'a them, sweetcheeks."

Fuu gives him a deadpan glare, and-- oh, oops, there goes the piping hot coffee, accidentally into his lap instead of in the mug. What a shame.

(He shrieks indignantly as steam rises from his lap, and unfortunately for her, that's her last day on the job in this particular establishment.)]

[Three (sorta): Take Me to the River (Or the lake, in this case; Lake Dala)]
[So, lesson learned: no job means you don't eat. Fuu can scrounge with the best of them, of course, and she's had plenty of practice going a few days without a substantial meal...but that doesn't keep her stomach from growling in protest. Five bowls of rice. That'd be great, right about now. (But...would it? Maybe she needs something more substantial to satisfy her, something she can't quite place a finger on, but she'll know it when she sees it.)

It's gotten so bad that she finds herself wandering aimlessly, feet dragging until she ends up at the lake. How? Why? Who knows. She's here now.

If anyone happens to be nearby, they might find the kelpie standing there, in the water. She looks, for a minute, like she might be trying to catch a fish...but if she makes eye contact with you, you might find yourself compelled to come closer. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Just going over for a chat. She looks relatively harmless.

The seaweed tendrils, on the other hand, are poised and ready.]

[Three]

[enduringflower]

[Yeul is sitting along the water's bank a few yards away from Fuu. She has yet to notice the other girl standing within the water and instead has her bright green eyes locked on the fish that swam just out of reach. Her claws lash out but the fish slip between her fingertips and wriggles free.

There is a moment where Yeul just stares at the water before turning to head back to the house. It's then that she notices the girl standing a few yards away. She doesn't catch sight of her eyes but she does move closer.

Yeul has yet to learn the phrase: curiosity killed the cat.]

tifa lockhart | ffvii: advent children complete

[godshand]

[ONE.]

Easy.

[Tifa's raising up her hands, conciliatory, calm, to a man who is practically throwing bread at her in some well-intended but bizarre sort of kindness. He doesn't want to go near her, and the only thing that concerns her about that is that he's convinced she's going to swallow him whole.

Or something. She can't make sense of it. She's noted this is a trend though, and so has kept her voice gentle, soft. The sort of voice she uses with Marlene when coaxing her down from a nightmare, the one she'd used with Denzel on the nights Cloud didn't come home.]

I'm really not hungry, and I'm not going to -- to eat you. [????] I just need to know where a few people -- hey!

[This time when a loaf of bread flies at her head, she instinctively moves to block it. Unfortunately, the momentum makes it go flying at someone else (you, more than likely), and, always the mediator, Tifa sees the need to smooth it over.]

I'm so sorry! Are you okay? [A pause, and she adds, soft and troubled:] Do you...do you know what's going on?

[TWO.]

[So, she considers herself to be pretty impervious to the slow-growing fear that always came with exploring weird areas at night. She's been through worse than a creepy, damp forest shrouded in darkness. Tifa Lockhart's a veteran, if you will, to fighting things that went bump in the night.

But...

The talk about monsters -- about turning into one -- that's got her a little on edge. And she hasn't felt right since she woke up (the very real panic that had brought on had been unavoidable). She feels...weak. Slower, not as strong, more easily winded. The healed-over scar across her chest hurts her for the first time in years, a dull and insistent ache.

As a result, when she hears the laughter, she jumps. A rapid-fire tensing along her shoulders and spine, a reflex that she can't quell. The snapping of a branch nearby makes the tensing happen again, and she feels the first twinge of real fear. When she speaks, however, her voice is calm, doesn't waver.]

Who's there?

[THREE - VAMPIRE.]

[She doesn't feel right. Everything is too loud, her neck itches. Her skin itches, feels wrong, especially against her back, her shoulderblades. And she's so tired. She'd read once, that if you heard a pulse in your head it meant bad news, high blood pressure, the overexertion of the heart. This isn't that.

She's starving, but she can't hold anything down. This morning she'd retched up water, gagging through it, needing to force it out of her throat. When she looks into the mirror and doesn't see her face anymore, she knows it's time to go. But where?

The sun gives her headaches. It hurts. It's a fire in her veins, her skin, her heart, so she waits until it's dark to head off again. To go back into the forest, this time to die.

That part, she doesn't know yet. That will be the worst part.]

TWO: /comes in with KH Yuffie because it's totally not confusing

[yufeie]

Who else~

[A sing song voice travels through the air accompanied by a slim figure of a woman. She lands lightly on the pads of her feet after catapulting herself off a thick branch. Her lips are curled into a smile, this spooky forest doesn't seem to be giving her much pause. Her head tilts to the side and her palm finds it's way to her waist.]

Relax, T. It's only me.

[Her clothing is a look that Tifa might remember but her eyes, instead of being a dark chocolate brown, are colored a dark amethyst purple. She doesn't look like she's been turned into a monster yet either so it's safe to assume it's just arrived and has begun to look around.]

r.l. stine (goosebumps: the movie)

[ghostwriting]

[one.]

[creativity. it's one of the few real comforts Stine can cling to in any moment of distress, no matter what the context is. he writes, if not through a tangible medium then in his head. if he can internalize a concept and break it down into the barest pieces of a story, he can rearrange them into something practical; something he can use. maybe it's not the most conventional form of problem solving, but it hasn't hurt him yet.

though, given this decidedly extraordinary situation, it might take him a few tries before it leads to anything beneficial. or healthy. or any outcome that doesn't involve him looking like a giant idiot — a insane giant idiot on the verge of exploding, perhaps — like he does now as he sits hunched over on a rickety city bench barely a block away from the hospital. the welcoming committee (read: mob) has long since dispersed, and now all he's surrounded by is...well, pamphlets. lots and lots of pamphlets. piles of pamphlets.

and some poor, misguided soul, no doubt completely unaware of the terrible door they've opened, has been naive enough to give him something to write with.]

Hm, stellar! They haven't invented the comma here yet, have they?

[he stabs his pen down onto the brochure he's holding and begins scribbling into the the edge of the paragraph he's currently skimming with manic fervor, jotting down yet another addition to the rather impressive collection of grammatical and spelling corrections he's been amassing on this particular page. he's turned semicolons into periods, replaced more than a few "there's" with "theirs", and has even rewritten several paragraphs entirely. why? well, it makes him feel better. what other reason does he need?]

Wouldn't have, not wouldn't of. [the smile plastered across his face is thin and forced and on the shaky verge of collapse.] I can't even— Do you even listen to yourselves talk?

[some people bite their nails when they're stressed. R.L. Stine turns into a grammar nazi.]


[two.]

[disembodied children's voices are never good news. Stine was unnerved even before he made it this far into the forest, but now he can safely say that he's chilled to the bone. he's not going to stick around to find out what's making those noises, thank you very much, and he feels pretty confident in his assumption that his new friend feels the same way. they can discuss the possibility of malevolent ghost toddlers when they get home, but for now? making a beeline for the clear direction of that-a-way seems like a solid plan.

strike that: a better one would be keeping one eye on the ground in front of them, because otherwise...]

YAAAAAGH!

[...you might end up walking straight into a hunter's pull-trap. the loop of rope laying on the forest floor is easily masked under a pile of leaves and dead vines, and unfortunately his left foot connects with it in just the right way to set it off. and there he goes — a shrieking, flailing mess yanked up into the air, dangling upside down. his glasses go flying off his face in the commotion. that's somehow the worst part of this for him because now he's dizzy and blind. whattacombo.]

Get me the— Get me down!

Two!

[soft_focus]

[As someone who spends a fair amount of time in the forest, Reira has needless to say learned exactly how to avoid the monster hunting traps. It's very easy-they smell like people.

What lies ahead smells a good deal more...strong than what you would get off a trap however, so the child is naturally a bit hesitant to get too much closer than he already is. Hiding in the bushes however, it's impossible for him not to hear Stine's yelping from up in the air...and just as impossible to ignore what likely happened. So after a few precautionary sniffs and ear-flicks to better gauge everything, out he comes.

Looking, no doubt, like a very blue-brown-grey blur right now.

He pulls up his goggles, frowning at the suspended author.] ...

...If I cut you down... ...am I going to get in trouble.. ..?

[There's a reason he's asking.

Trust him. It involves the part where cutting that rope means you land on your face.]

Ciaphas Cain | Warhammer 40,000

[boldlybackwards]

scenario one;
[Waking up somewhere unfamiliar was one thing; not a good thing, mind you, but it was a situation that Cain had dealt with before. That he awoke to humans who seemed concerned with his well-being was a little encouraging, but not much. Any sense of ease he may have felt immediately evaporated when he began asking where on Perlia he was, and was told in return that they weren't. Nor were they in the "Imperium" he asked about right after. That set him on high alert. Despite his surging panic, Cain cheerfully excused himself as soon as was polite. He absolutely noticed that they were happy to see him go.]

[He'd pocketed the pamphlets, assuming that they were nothing more than reading material meant for amusement's sake (not that he generally did much reading), and set about trying to orient himself and calm down. His top priority was to find some form of ally or safe haven, until he could contrive a way back to the Imperium.]

[Aware as he is that he is in a world full of heretics that looked at him with a mixture of fear and pity, it's he isn't surprised when he sees someone who has changed. It's a familiar feeling, but it's still terror. Cain is rooted in place long enough to get spotted—but that doesn't stop him from bolting.]

[Rarely ever does a man charging for "safety" look so effortlessly gallant and important. It's almost like he's not running in terror at all!]


scenario two;
[Getting lost in the woods had definitely not been part of the plan.]

[Then again, Cain had also expected that the forest would make some kind of sense. A path that operated on the simple idea of traversing from Point A to Point B, for example. Even in the best of times, forests are among his least favorite kind of terrain to travel—even if a tree or a bush could give him cover, it also gave others cover, too. He had very little experience with hiding in it compared to deserts and caverns and cities, but a whole lot of experience with things eager and able to kill him.]

[When he hears someone coming, Cain freezes in place, and listens. Holds his breath and really strains to hear. Are they friend or foe? Sneaking up or merely approaching blindly?]

[Cain decides to hedge his bets and hope that they might be of use. He adjusts his posture and expression to express an open and earnest type of kindness. Trustworthy, even, if you're the sort to trust random strangers you meet in a creepy forest.]

Hello! Is someone there?

COMES SCREAMING IN HERE BECAUSE WARHAMMER 40K (scenario two)

[pastlanternlight]

[Random stranger in creepy forest, meet creepy stranger in random forest. The rustling of plants gets closer, and around the trunk of a large, venerable old tree comes a girl not older than her mid-teens, holding herself with the air of someone used to command despite her age. Her orange skin is highlighted by a healthy spread of sticky red plants and bulbed flowers running across her body and sticking up as her hair, and as she raises a clawed hand in greeting, the roots at her feet and vines trailing from her back dig at the ground, searching for nutrients.

Perhaps most tellingly, she's pretty calm about meeting a random guy in the middle of the forest.]

Yeah, sorry about that, I didn't mean to sound threatening. People get lost around here a bunch around this time of the month, so I figured I'd make sure you were doing okay.

[There's a pause.] Also, hi?

[Despite all that regality in her gait, she doesn't exactly sound like she fits the bill.]

armin arlert || snk

[tinytactician]

[One]

[Despite all the well-meaning overtures from various locals, Armin isn't quite relaxed until he's found himself a corner out of the way to sit and catch his bearings. Waking up in a hospital with adequate medical supplies is disorienting enough, but leaving to find that the people live in fear of murderous monsters --

-- no, wait, actually he's pretty used to that, that's not weird at all.

Still, with all these pamphlets to look through, he'll be occupied for some time, sitting with his back safely against a brick wall, cross-legged and meticulously perusing the diagrams of kelpie mating habits.

...which he hopefully won't have any opportunity to see firsthand oh god so many tentacles.]

[Two]

[The woods, on the other hand, is much more comfortable than the city itself -- maybe he's been out on the road too long, maybe he's come to distrust other human beings almost as much as any hypothetical monsters, maybe he just needs to stand under trees and feel small to remind himself he's still a person.

For now.

Either way, Armin is several times more relaxed once he's surrounded by the tranquil sounds of nature. A babbling brook, a chirping bird, the spine-chilling sound of an evil demonic child about to attack --

-- scratch that, not more relaxed here. One hand gropes uselessly at his side, for the disposable razor-sharp blade that isn't there, damn it, and then Armin is halfway up the nearest tree. Better vantage point and much safer in case someone comes along who wants to eat his kidneys.

...of course, he failed basically every physical aptitude test during training, so he makes it about two feet off the ground before just clinging doggedly on and groaning quietly in frustration. Feel free to give him a hand.

Or pull him off and eat his kidneys, whatever floats your boat.]

Two

[goes_all_out]

[A small, frail nerd in need of assistance you say? Fear not, for Fiora is there to hoist him up a little higher!]

Watch your step, hey?

Eira Weston-Crowe || OC

[crowedthehunter]

One;;
[Eira is, to put it mildly, not the most tolerant person in the world. She doesn't like people approaching her randomly and she especially doesn't like it when they sound like they're trying to tell her what to do. She weathers the "helpful" before her temper takes over and she's ripping one of the pamphlets in half]

Jesus, are you kidding me? How about you save the stupid Halloween stories for the next dumb little kid you see, huh? A fucking map and some real explanations would be helpful. [She tosses the pieces of pamphlet onto the ground and turns to try to walk in the opposite direction of the natives who were hounding her. She's short and not paying attention to her surroundings so it wouldn't be surprising if she happened to bump into someone]


Two;;
[Normally Eira is good at navigating in the woods. But these woods are all weird and she's not used to them at all. It's probably the first time she's ever gotten lost. She's annoyed and her brother isn't even here to blame it on. She hates when that happens. When she sees someone else she's probably happier to see another person than she ever has been in her entire life]

Hey! Please tell me you know how to get out of here because I'm over this woods bullshit.


Four;; (undecided monster because I'm indecisive)
[Being afraid of the hunters isn't something that ever even occurred to Eira. She was trained to kill from pretty much the minute she could walk. And these people? Amateurs. Nothing like the people she grew up with. Two of them had tried to corner her. They hadn't been successful. She can be found with two unconscious men at her feet, turning a knife over in her hand]

You idiots call yourself hunters? Pathetic. Couldn't even take me down and I'm like half your size. [The men are both out cold but she kicks one in the ribs, just for good measure] My grandmother would laugh herself to death if she saw you and that's the only way you'd beat her.

I'm keeping this knife, though. [There's probably a couple more guys further away from her. She may have let them chase her a little. It's more fun that way]

4

[crowedthedead]

[He comes out to the open parts outside Bavan quite often these days. It's nice to get away from the smells and sounds of the big city (Seriously, this place is massive, on the scale of New York City and he's not even remotely used to that.), which plague him worse these days since his final changes set in. He ambles out in bear form, thick black coat, covered in tan lines and circles and runes of necromancy, to protect him from the chill and his nose enhanced to pick out anything tasty he might find along the way.

Said nose leads him right to an unconscious hunter, but yeah, he's not going there right now. It isn't that bad, and he can drop by the soup kitchen when it does get to that point. Still, it's curiouser and curiouser, and he follows a trail through the sparse trees and brush to find-

Two more unconscious hunters, a tiny young woman standing over them, and that voice. That voice stops his heart, because is it really her? Is it really Eira, after four months of this place alone?] Eira? Eira, jesus christ!

[And the briefest of pauses between outbursts, because it needs to be said,] If you shank me with that knife, dad is going to kill you.

Maya Amano | Persona 2: EP

[livefromxibalba]

Scenario One Preamble: Girl from Sumaru City, She Goes to Monsterland

[Alright, who dreamed up a demon city? The creatures lurking in the Torifune were tough, way too tough, they really didn’t need more of them. Maya’s ready to eye someone suspiciously, but her companions are nowhere to be found inside the hospital she wakes up in. Exasperation immediately turns to worry, and she's stepping her way into the streets, keeping an eye out for a familiar face. Though, this place is massive compared to the rooms before! She cups her hands around her mouth and calls as she walks, weaving between people.

Ulala! Suou! Baofu! Tatsuya...!

Her hands tense, drop to her sides, ready to draw her pistols at a moment’s notice, except -- she pats her hips, and they’re not there. She reaches inside her mind, whispering for Artemis, but there’s no answer. What, had someone imagined a moment where they were completely powerless? Could the Torifune really twist things that much?

That’s when she starts getting pamphlets and food shoved into her hands. Food, food is nice! She tries to thank these people, but it’s just too weird. What do they mean “please don’t eat me”? She’s a lot of things, but a demon and/or cannibal isn’t one of them. She even points at her teeth for emphasis! See, not a monster!]

/SC1 Part A:

[Time to get to the bottom of this. Everyone is missing, her means of defense are gone, and nothing makes sense. So, a foundation is needed! Even if this place isn't real, untangling its logic couldn't hurt. The pamphlets do nothing. So, it falls to talking to the people around here. Which...also unhelpful, so maybe she'll make contact with one of the demons here instead. Just as a test, you know?

Meaning, if you're particularly monstrous-looking, she'll approach with a winning smile, holding out a hand as if she's got a microphone in the palm of it. Be dazzled, friend, you're the center of attention.]

Hey there, mind if I ask you a few questions? It's in the name of honest journalism, I promise!

[Surely demons can appreciate that. Or laugh at the idea - whatever makes them happy, keeps them friendly.]

/SC1 Part B:

[However, she hasn't given up on chatting with the humans here. No, it's the wild-eyed, nervous ones that won't do. But you - you look pretty calm! You don't even spare her a passing glance, or you're oblivious to the hubbub your fellow citizens are steeped in for some reason. It's odd because they're acting strange with her, and ignoring the demons right there. What's up with that?

Her expression is more muted, more serious though. Something more genuine than what she can afford with the monsters. There's no time to spare placating them, nor the fearful strangers in this illusion. With you though, she'll step in your way, or tap your shoulder, smile light.]

Could I bother you a for a moment? I'm looking for some people.

----

Scenario 3 (except not)

[Maya is bent, doubled over her empty plate. It's sunset at a tacky diner, and nearby humans have shied away, hovering anxiously.

She makes a noise of pain, and oh, poor thing. It was only a matter of time, except...the sky outside is clear. Apparently no one is paying attention to that though, and when the table Maya is bracing herself on tips, the glass and plates and silverware crashing to the floor with her, it's eerily silent.

The option to ignore her is there, but if you happen to peer around or over the fallen table, she'll smile up at you, back flat against the dirty floor.]

...Just kidding!

--

OR Wildcard Anytime, Anywhere: Options are the Coolest

SC1 Part A for A lot of crying

[deathboss]

[That voice. Eikichi could probably have heard it form any part of Ryslig and he would have come running. And so that is exactly what happens. Whoever was being interviewed was violently pushed away by a large, seven feet tall Minotaur. After having Ginko here, he's not sure his heart can take it. Despite his size, the voice, and the low sound, is unmistakably Eikichi.]

B-big sis? Is that really you?

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII Compilation

[magical_healing_rain]

Scenario One
[Nothing about this felt familiar, and the lack of a Lifestream meant that the one thing in her life that had been constant was now gone. But, everyone at the hospital was very nice and she's stepped out into the fresh air. Lots of strangers are approaching her with pamphlets and gifts and offers.

She tries, politely, to turn them down, but there are just so many that she ends up with a few of them. The titles are...a little horrific and she feels herself wanting to throw up a bit. Human flesh? Turning into a Monster? But before she can panic, she sees the other pamphlets and blinks.]

What in the world is an axehound? And what's so funny about a fur bearing trout?

Scenario Two
[She's taken a wrong turn and now she doesn't know where she is. Normally, this is where Aerith would run to her church and wait for whatever it is to go away, but she's not in Midgar. There's no Zack or Tseng or Reno for her to hope will show up and help her.

And the laughing from nowhere is starting to scare her. She begins running to get away from it.

A stray branch trips her and she falls to her hands and knees, looking like a startled chocobo when she sees another person.]

Hello? Excuse me. Heeeeell-loooo?

I.] With KH Yuffie so confusion~

[yufeie]

[Yuffie isn't surprised to be in another world and she's even less surprised to see that Aerith is already there. She doesn't see her friend fight a lot but she's usually in the thick of things when the defense force is needed. The thin ninja easily slips away from people flashing a toothy smile as she drops the pamphlets to the ground.

She doesn't seem to worried.]

Aerith! You're here? What world is this?

[Yuffie doesn't remember jumping on a gummi ship and rushing off and she's pretty sure that Radiant Garden is fine so she hasn't been booted here.]

lydia martin ( teen wolf )

[intelligently]

( one. )

( The explanations were weird. Not because supernatural beings were unusual for Lydia, she would almost laugh at how not-unusual they'd now become, but because of how they were delivered. The hospital staff were helpful if jumpy, and no matter what Lydia asked them she couldn't get a straight or real-sounding answer out of them.

In the end she'd taken the pamphlets from them and had gone to the hospital cafeteria to read them. She'd get an answer somehow. There'd been worse puzzles in her life.

Lydia's been sat busy reading for at least half an hour, finding some of the pamphlets useful and some idiotic. At the sound of approaching footsteps Lydia puts her hand up to try and stop the person approaching - she's busy, gosh - but then changes her mind )

Wait. ( One second while she finishes that sentence, and then looks up ) Do changes run with the full moon as well as the fog or just one?

( three. )

( The pain had been unbearable, worse than anything she'd experienced before. A bite, the kanima sting - at least that time she'd been paralysed, unable to feel much of anything. Now it was happening to Lydia - things that Scott would have understood and been able to help with. Her knew what changing was like, and she had to wonder if it had hurt this much for him.

There'd been a lot she'd had trouble with too - retracting her claws, getting used to her heightened sight. Everything was too clear and Lydia could see further - see more than she'd ever thought a human could. But she wasn't a human now. Lydia had gone from a banshee to a harpy.

That's what the wings had told her, or someone had told her the wings meant. Bird-like claws, sight and then wings. Apparently it meant she could fly, but it hadn't been something she'd been willing to test her. Her back still hurt from when they'd grown in, and the wings themselves felt tender - she'd noticed that when she'd bumped into a doorway earlier that morning )

Please tell me it gets easier.

( It's said to the person nearest to her as she queues at a cafe. It's the pain that Lydia wants to know about, though anything being easier- she still apparently has to feed. Eat human flesh. Lydia doesn't know if that's possible, but it sounds so much better than having to kill someone. She feels sorry for those that have to )

one!!

[figureitout]

[ This whole thing was a disaster. An incredibly badly organized disaster at that, why didn't anyone want to talk about, you know, anything? The hospital staff was the shiftiest he'd ever seen and the locals seemed to either run away or tell him strange things, ranging from "if I give you this bag of coins, will you pray for our souls" to "our entire house is in your use, just remember us in a month's time!". None of it made any sense.

Of course, that only meant Stiles was all the more hell-bent on figuring out just why everyone had lost their minds. The pamphlets were disturbing, informative or downright stupid, but at least he thought he had a slightly better idea of this new nightmare...

... and when facing a nightmare, food was paramount. Hey, maybe he could actually put that bag of coins to good use. And because the only place selling food he'd remembered seeing was the cafeteria, that's where he goes, a sandwich and a cup of coffee in his hand and a few coins poorer at the end of it.

Until there's a hand waving at him and words and-- ]

That's your opening statement?

[ Seriously, Lydia, not even a "nice to see you here"?

Granted, he's the one dealing with the utter shock of seeing her by pretending they're still back home and this is the school cafe and she's asking about their upcoming history test, but, you know. Baby steps. ]

I mean, that crossed my mind, too, but how about a "hi Stiles, nice to see you in this weird time-travel city, let's look at these pamphlets about supernatural beings together"? [ His voice may sound a little panicked by the end of it all. This is the biggest mess they've got themselves into so far, and that's saying a lot. ]

Papyrus | Undertale

[highstandards]

ONE

[In glaring contrast to the general discomfort and confusion, this new arrival is positively beaming. Once Papyrus was done admiring his new look (he has skin now, lips to blow kisses with, real muscles to flex!) he turned his attention to the surroundings and concluded that this is the BEST PLACE EVER. He's thrilled, and he wants to share it with everyone. Loudly.]

Hey, why the long face? Look at where we are! A land where monsters and humans live together, so close that they BECOME ONE ANOTHER! This is incredible! Heaven on earth! A TRUE UTOPIA!

[And he, the Great Papyrus, was the one to discover it! He's going to be so popular when tells everyone back Home.]


TWO

[So he got a little lost. That's fine. It just means he gets to discover new roads. Besides, he's not alone, so he has a chance to bond with his companion and come out of this ordeal as TRUE FRIENDS.]

Argh, what's with the laughter?! I feel like they're holding us out on something fun!

Re: Papyrus | Undertale

[izanyagi]

[This guy sounds like he has an interesting history. Yu can almost see a reflection of Teddie's innocent personality shine in this guy...well as long as he doesn't start flirting with everything, then they should be good. He moves closer and Papyrus can see manticore move closer.]

Hey.

Edna | Tales of Zestiria

[brothersboots]

Scenario Two
[Creepy, foggy forests? No big deal for Edna. She's been there, done that. Of course, that was before she wound up in this strange place and was told she'd be turning into a monster.

Because, excuse you, what? No.

And, of course she'd dismissed that messenger with a solid punch to the midsection, because she'd lost her umbrella somewhere. It hadn't done much but slightly wind the person who'd pissed her off, but it was enough.

And now, she's wandering around in a forest she has no clue where anything is, unarmed, alone, and unable to access any of her Earthen artes.

But the giggling? Forget that! She's had enough of this place. And when she finds out who's responsible, she's going to make what she did to that Minotaur look like a serenade on Sunday in Marlind.]

You can come out now. The stupid laughter is really overplayed and boring!

[A splash of color that's not brown, grey and mossy green catches her eye and she stomps, literally stomps, over to it. She snatches the person by their shirt and yells.]

Hey! I'm talking to you!

Scenario Four - Trollbaby
[Someone thought it was funny to make her a troll. A real life troll. Not just the ones that sorta pick on friends, but... with vermillion ore crystals sticking out and scary tempers and horns! She hated everything about it. But she'd managed to get her umbrella back and that made her feel a little better, even if it was just a regular old umbrella and not hers.

But, she had been looking at the clothes in the shops of Vandare when the staring started. The fact that everyone could see her still threw her off, but she was willing to ignore them if they left her alone. But, the hard staring and the whispers are harder, especially when a rock is thrown at her. She blocks it expertly, and that just seems to anger the mob gathering.

Someone mentions a "troll hunt", and Edna knows for sure that she needs to get the heck out of there before something bad happens. Just as soon as she turns in her boots to get out, the group follows her, the whispers and names getting louder.

She's not used to the streets in this town and soon she's more confused here than she was in the forests. She picks up her pace, trying not to trip over her comfortable boots as her pursuers keep up with her. Just as she turns a corner, she feels a hand reach out and snatch her out of the way.]

Hey! Let go!

1/2.

[handle]

[ Helping people was second nature to Sorey. It always has, and it always will be. There had been talk by a few people in the village that people were getting lost within the forest. Luckily, what abilities he had been given here should help him assist others in finding a way out.

Unfortunately, Sorey had also gotten separated from Mikleo while navigating the forest. Though, he's confident that they'll find each other soon enough! He just hopes he's okay...

It's Edna's voice that catches his attention. Deep-green eyes go wide, and he quickly moves forward towards that source. It wasn't-- another illusion, was it? ]

Edna?! [ It really was her...! He's glad that he found her. He wouldn't really want for her to go through this forest alone. ]

Squall Leonhart | Final Fantasy VIII

[unshelledbullet]

One

[Squall doesn't know how he ended up in a hospital. He doesn't know how a hospital of this kind even exists. Garden's infirmary was more comfortable than that place. The doctors and nurses said something about fishing him out of the ocean, and he doesn't remember being in the ocean either. There's a lot of things Squall can't remember, but those were usually memories of years past, not, what he assumes, was supposed to be just a few hours ago.

Maybe he should ease up on the Guardian Force usage.

The doctors treated him for some bites and scratches. Such injuries are not unfamiliar to him, so he pays no heed to them. Obviously he got into a fight with something, lost, then got hurled into the sea. It's a bit concerning as he doesn't usually lose fights against monsters. Whatever it was must have been strong. But none of that matters now.

What does matter, is the people crowding around him and they're much too close for his comfort. They're all talking at once, some of them are trying to hand him baskets of food. Others are telling him to come stay at their place. Still more are trying to shove papers in his face and Squall loses his patience in record time, shoving his way through the crowd.]

Will you all just leave me alone!?

[They do the exact opposite of that, following him instead. Even his worst scowls fail drive them off.]

Four

[The life of being a mercenary is one fraught with danger and peril. Death can come at any time. Just as important as knowing how to fight is knowing how to run and hide. Squall lingers in the doorstep of a shop long closed and adjusts his jacket. It covers most of the red-orange fur that has begun to sprout on his body, but he can't hide his mane-like hair, his claws, and least of all, the bright yellow catlike eyes that are easily seen in this dark. He's only partially transformed into a monster, but anyone who gets a good look at him will easily be able to tell he isn't human.

Hunters are out tonight and without his gunblade or a shred of magic at his disposal, he knows better than to try to fight trigger happy nutcases. Sure, he has claws, but most of his battle training was focused on his weapon and his magic, not animal parts. He waits for the coast to clear before he steps out of his hiding place. The good thing about guys like these is they rarely do thorough checks of an area before rushing to the next. Squall looks down one side of the street before he hears a sound, whipping around in an instant.]

Who's there!?

Four: With KH Yuffie

[yufeie]

Who do you think?

[Monster or not it isn't so hard to spot Squall. Of course Yuffie's memories of him are different but she doesn't know that. He looks like he frowns way too much and it looks like he needs a haircut but Squall is Squall.

Yuffie jumps down from the rooftop landing with ease on the hard ground. It isn't so difficult for her even though she's yet to turn into a monster. Her palms lightly rest on her hips and she looks annoyed as if Squall should have told her he was here earlier.]

What's happened to you?

[Now that she's closer she's able to see his claws and the change in his eyes. Her brow furrows and she suddenly looks concerned. She hadn't believed what they said about turning into monsters.]

Gilgamesh | Fate/Stay Night

[adisaster]

[ 1 ]

[ Of all the possible greetings that could be given to a king ... Gilgamesh was incredibly unimpressed with what these peasants, these mongrels had given him. Of course, he had demanded more explanations and answers and instead was given pleasantries and nervous looks. The pamphlets they gave weren't much help either. Some were downright absurd -- what on earth was an axehound? -- and Gilgamesh was still quite firmly in the camp of he would never lose enough of his senses to fall to such a base urge as hunger.

So altogether he's very displeased with this place, so far. That shows on his face as he strolls through Vandare. He's dressed quite casually, a white button-down shirt, a black jacket and black dress pants, but that's contrasted quite sharply by the imperious look he gives the next passerby (one who doesn't look quite like one of the useless villagers he's been encountering) and shoves the pamphlets towards them. ]

You. Are you aware if this is meant to be a joke?

[ "This" being used as quite a general term. ]

[ 3 - ARACHNID ]

[ Gilgamesh in principle doesn't argue with preying on humans. He's not so morally outraged over worthless individuals being sacrificed so the strong can persists, can survive. He has no attachment to the humans of this world, just as he had grown a disdain for the humanity of his home, but ... all of that combats with his own vanity and his own pride. As much as Gilgamesh values hedonism it's downright ungainly for a king to lose his self-control. And these ... transformations are unwelcome; they quite drastically alter the perfection of his figure.

These transformations started subtle. His nails grew sharper almost overnight, since the fog drew in, and at first he had dismissed it. Surely the King of Heroes wouldn't have been affected by such a thing like the other monsters in this place. But then his fangs started to grow, a hunger started to pang his body, and most disarmingly -- his legs had been steadily replaced by more and more pale gold, segmented spider legs spiraling out from his body. He had ducked into the forest when he noticed these more drastic changes, and impulsively -- he had started to build his web.

In other words, if you head down to Lager Woods today you might be in for a surprise. Or something relatively common depending on your experience. There's a large spider's web built crossing a path, rather messily, offshoots of it spreading this way and that -- which also increases the chance some hapless passerby could trip on, or into, one of its spokes. ]

[ 3 - ARACHNID ]

[enduringflower]

[Yeul's ears twitched at the faint sound of rustling turning her attention away from her destination. Bright cat like green eyes search the forest as she steps forward looking for the soft, unfamiliar sound. Yeul has never heard of the phrase: curiosity killed the cat.

She stops when she see's the large unimpressive web. It's far to big for a spider of this forest so she looks around to see it's maker.

Her Claws lightly pull on her brown cloak as if the chill suddenly became too much.]

Yuugi Mutou | Yu-Gi-Oh! DM

[hakairyugandora]

[Let me know if you'd rather do actionspam and/or present tense, I don't mind either way! I also play the Stocking on here but I'm apping this geek boy this round.]

[Scenario One]



Mere moments after being discharged from the hospital and beginning to check out his surroundings, a boy with a rather, um, unique hairstyle found himself bombarded by locals, dealing with the usual newbie hurdle around these parts.

"Eat you? Ah, I'd rather have a burger, thanks--- Wait, no!" Not a human burger! And what was this about turning into a monster?! And a monster of the spooky, scary, murdery variety, not the type that he was used to back home. What type of place was this if a whole crowd of people had been fearful of him?

"Well, I guess I better look around. Maybe I should grab some lunch while I'm at it..." Yuugi said to himself after the crowd had finally dispersed, pocketing one or two of the pamphlets (That "Alternatives to Human Flesh" one for sure) that were given to him, before approaching a random bystander, possibly you!

"Sorry to bother you... How well do you know this place?"

[Scenario Two]



The giggling that had gone on for who knows how long was rather unnerving, it wasn't difficult to tell that this dork right here was a little on edge as he and his just-as-lost traveling companion, AKA you, were having a discussion on how to find a way out of the forest after bumping into each other and giving an expected hello and introduction. He had already mentioned being given directions that may not have been the best.

"I know! Why don't we mark something so can backtrack if we need to?" Yuugi suggested, letting out a nervous chuckle as the giggling started up again. Boy, this place was creepy, and the occasional twig cracking or bush rustling that wasn't caused by one of them sure wasn't helping.

[Scenario Three - Wendigo]



Whether you and Yuugi found a place to stay or you took him in because he was a defenseless cinnamon roll, there was no preventing the inevitable. Perturbed, he woke up moments before anybody else in the room, trying to comprehend his monster puberty that began last night.

The most apparent change in him was a mane around his neck and down his back, similarly colored to his hair, and a tail. Those canines of his and his nails too were noticeably longer as well. He was currently oblivious to his antler nubs and deer ears, although he had a seemingly unexplained monster (har har) headache right now. As for his insatiable hunger that he hadn't brought up in days, well, now there seemed to be a not-so-pleasant reason for it.

"You don't have a mirror anywhere, do you?" He asked with a hint of anguish, wanting to witness these drastic changes himself.

[Wildcard]

[Do your own thing, or throw ideas around and I'll write the starter.]

[cawnviction]

Maybe from behind, Crow looks like any other motorcyclist in town. After all, his tail is mostly hidden from Yugi's view by the body of his bike while it's flopping off the side, and back spines at certain angles just looks like a design on his jacket. The armfins... eh. And his helmet, is rather stylised.

But when he takes off the helmet and turns to face the stranger approaching him... it's clear Crow is anything but human. Crow grins, showing off his rows and rows of shark teeth. "Like the back of my hand. Lemme guess. You're new around here?"