JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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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.

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Akane Owari | (Super) Dangan Ronpa 2

[peachmuscle]

► ONE: Sorry, you're sayin' something?
[You'd think waking up anywhere else would be a reason to worried about. Where is she? Where's everyone else? And why are there so many people here? It's a far cry from the practically deserted Jabberwock Island, but Akane must admit.

It's pretty nice to see other people again, even if they're acting weird? It's almost odd for her to see people gaze at her with fear in their eyes first instead of other expressions she's used to.

But their pushiness isn't that unfamiliar to her. Only with less hands-on grabbing and more pamphlet shoving. As well as--]

Whoa? You're gonna give me free food? Thanks, I'm starvin'!

[What do you mean, that's the wrong thing to say? It seems to make the people more jumpy when they hear that she's hungry. Huh.

Yeah, okay, she's completely ignoring the pamphlets (which seems to talk about difficult to understand topics, anyway) in favour of accept all the food. Wow, it's almost amazing how much she can carry.

And so, she'll walk away from the crowd and, carefully as if to avoid spilling any food, find a seat to sit down and eat. Omnomnom, man these apples are great.

The pamphlets? Still being ignored by her and probably fallen to the ground near her seat.]

► TWO-A: Nothin' like a quick warm-up jog.
[Yeaaaah, she's totally lost. Maybe it's a bad idea to check this place and see if it's a good training area. Now how can she get out of here? Maybe if she climb up a tree to the top and see where is the closest exit...?]

... Ha?

[Akane pause when she heard the giggling. Child-like giggling. She shudder involuntarily and tenses up. Maybe that's from some kid playing around here?]

Hey, who's there? I can hear you, kid!

[And definitely not from some ghost! Because ghost doesn't exist! Even if she's in a place where monsters are definitely real.]

► TWO-B: LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
[So yeah, that "climb up a tree to check for a way out"? She did it. She definitely climbed up a tree to the top and check. After doing that? She'll be climbing back down.

Technically speaking, she's jumping right down from the tree and land on the ground with her knees bent to cushion the impact. Hope she didn't surprise you by landing in front, or behind you!

... Or, well, right on top of you. Oops.]

Woo!

► WILDCARD
[Go wild, folks.]

2b or not 2b okay 2b....

[8bytes]

[ This wasn't something that she expected at all in the slightest bit, so when Akane falls right on her, causing her to topple and fall on her butt, she can't help but just stare absentmindedly, blinking at her with a vacant expression. ]

... Are you okay?

1

[nolemon]

I heard paper was rich in protein.

[Why, hello there, Akane.]

2B...

[hopefragment]

Gyah-!

[No one could blame Akane for vaulting down like that, considering that in most cases, Hajime just looks like a humanoid shadow someone was unkind enough to peel up from the ground and force to walk around. It does mean that her foot passes right through him on her way down, though, sending him recoiling backward like a gust of cool air. Things he'll never get used to, the weird, semi-violating feeling of having someone go right through him.]

H-hey, be careful, Owari!

Ruvik | The Evil Within

[medullaoblongata]

One.

[Being bribed - or even made to feel welcome - is an alien sensation for Ruvik. It's possible that some people have mistaken him for a partly-changed monster already, hood drawn down low, but not enough to fully obscure the deep, ugly scarring that covers the left side of his face, snaking down his pale body and chest all the way to below the waistband of his pants.

Still, he handles the the offerings with all the calm and grace he can muster, letting the people shake and shrink away as they hand off the pamphlets. After a while of collecting them, he stops for a time, leaning up against an alley wall to read through some of them.

Turning into monsters. It would be a lot more unbelievable if he hadn't seen far stranger monsters where he came from, springing from he depths of his own mind to hunt, to kill.

Out loud, he chuckles to himself, a mirthless sound.]


Three. - Minotaur

[It takes a lot to make Ruvik scream. He has been through hell and back, through fire, through torture...through more than most people can dream of. But the sensation of bone shifting against wiring, of horn twisting out against the rim of the glass plate covering the left half of his brain?

The sound that comes from his mouth is nothing short of an agonized howl, gray eyes clenched shut. Blood pours down the sides of his head, slick against his skin, and it's a struggle to stay upright - but then something in his feet gives with a pop and a crunch, sending him crumpling to the ground.

There is no getting to safety, to privacy. He is changing, here, now, right in the middle of the road.]

light yagami | death note

[vigilia]

one.

This is a nightmare.

No. It would be better if this were an actual nightmare - if that were the case, Light would be able to wake at some point and leave this place behind. He's not given to flights of fancy, and he's not gullible, either; he is smart, and he is perceptive, and if there is only one thing that Light believes in, it's himself. He didn't believe shinigami existed until he met one; he doubted the veracity of the Death Note until he tested it with his own hands. Everything he's been able to see and hear and read since he woke up and found himself in a foreign place positively screams an awful truth in his ears, that something more powerful than he was able to tear him away from certain final victory over Near, bring him here, and set a terrible course of transformation into motion.

This is really happening, and that's much worse than a nightmare, because it's real.

Fresh outrage courses through his veins with every pump of his heart, how dare they, how dare they, but the thin veneer he wears over that inner maelstrom is one of practiced calm, level-headed and rational. Whoever did this to him, committed this grave injustice - they won't see him squirm. He won't give them the satisfaction, and what's more, he'll find a way to beat this yet. You don't go up against a god and expect a lack of consequences.

And there will be consequences.

The most anyone will see from Light Yagami is a slow, methodical ripping of each and every pamphlet once it's been read and absorbed, each one torn into tiny pieces and discarded like the absolute garbage it is.

two.

Of course Light isn't going to sit placidly and accept his fate; he makes his fate, and his fate right now involves either finding a way out or finding the responsible parties to punish for this crime they've committed by meddling in his affairs. Unfortunately for him, the forest seems determined to work against him, with paths changing at every turn. This isn't how land is supposed to behave; he couldn't have predicted that he'd find himself undeniably lost, with a sick feeling of dread creeping up the back of his neck at every errant sound.

All in all, this is not going according to plan.

one

[unconchionable]

Roger likes tagging along with the Welcoming Committee. They dote on him, thinking a child monster might be more easily won over. And he gets to take the measure of the newcomers, while they tend to dismiss the pathetic, cheerfully cringing natives completely, and him with them, unless he goes out of his way to be remembered.

It's the older boy's hands that he notices first. The tension in them, the rigidity and the ragged tearing. On the island, and now here, Roger's developed a good sense for people who are hungry, who are wildfires just waiting to catch, and this one is. This one is worse than Jack. Roger doesn't even need to push him. He just wants to watch.

"Excuse me, sir. But if you don't want those, perhaps you could give them back? They aren't free to print and there are always more people in need."

He looks precisely like the choirboy he isn't any longer; like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

1

[patricided]

She typically avoids the new arrivals. Her compassion only extends so far and since Dante has been on the peninsula since fall, she has even less reason to go out and find where they're arriving this time. Of course not looking too hard doesn't mean she's blind up as she sore up in the air. Large leathery bat wings carrying her as she patrols the skies just in case. Arrival has a way of being intense and unpredictable as people search for loved ones they've been separated from for who knows how long. It's those movements, the scurrying all in one direction, that she filters out looking for anomalies or signs of unrest.

But even a girl that's been a monster for months needs to land sometimes and she just happens to land on a fire escape above Light. Mismatched crimson and red eyes glowing faintly in the dark as she watches the boy read and then tear up first one pamphlet and then another.

"What did the pamphlets ever do to you?"

One. 8D

[sleight_of_hand]

If Light decided to look up from his pamphlet abuse, he'd get the pleasure of seeing a person well bundled against the cold, curled up on himself on a street corner... curled up on a lot of himself. Iridescent red and black scales peeked out under all the wrappings he was bundled up in, several coils of his long tail settled underneath him. He was eating... something, it was steaming hot against the cold, whatever it was, and was all spread out in a plate like takoyaki, and he was spearing it with a toothpick.

"Hey, kid," the snake man began, "I hate those pamphlets too, but you might wanna save it for when you're near a garbage can."

two; holla holla get dead

[planmade]

Equally lost and not wanting to admit it, Mello has spent the past half hour leaning against the same tree. Though he doubts he's actually going to see the trees shift and move as he watches, he won't know for sure unless he actually takes the time to check.

He's gotten hold of a switchblade, and it absently flicking it open and closed as he lets his gaze wander back and forth over the small clearing. The tree just next to him has been marked four times by the aforementioned knife, and so far none of the markings have disappeared. The same can't be said for similar ones he'd left as he'd made his way this far in, but all this tells him is that things won't change as long as he's keeping close tabs on him. He has a feeling that the moment he'd wander out of sight of this little copse, all landmarks would vanish again.

Then again, the woods could very well be perfectly normal and he's only being affected on a physical level. This seems the most likely, given the things he kept thinking he heard as he walked. It could be something in the air.

At the sound of someone else entering the area, his grip on the weapon tightens, blade flipping out once again and locking into place with a definitive click.

2 BEATEN TO IT laughs

[spes_phthisica]

"Aaaa, this forest again?"

Well, apparently Light isn't the only one who has gotten momentarily lost, though this person seems to be mildly vexed at worst. Honestly, take a few wrong turns at the edge of town, and apparently this is just bound to happen. He knows the place is actually surprisingly safe - something about the gods' influence not reaching there or something? It was over a year ago, it's hard to remember. But it's still an annoyance, and remembering getting lost there while he was still sick enough to be in danger is not very pleasant.

Still, as the naga comes around a clump of bushes he brightens up a bit at the sight of someone else in there, even if they don't seem to be in a very good mood. At least he's not alone in here. "You're one of the newcomers, aren't you?"

Toph Beifong | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[melonrumbler]

[ 1 ]

Stop! Stop! Outta my way! [ here is a tiny barefoot 13 year old girl kicking and punching her way out of the crowd, ripping pamplets away from people and chucking them around. it's kind of a rampage. ] Are you guys the blind ones here?! If you're trying to help, you're NOT!

[ the next person that touches her gets a headbutt in their general direction. toph can't feel the ground the way she's used to, and she's confused and scared. ]

[ 2 ]

Ooookay, Toph. This sucks. Why did you get yourself all the way out here again? [ she found herself a rock, and is sitting on it with both hands firmly planted against it, and both feet firmly planted on the ground. all she can hear is that stupid giggling, and all she can feel is a dull earth that doesn't show her the world the way it's supposed to. ]

Who's there? SHOW YOURSELF! I CAN HEAR YOU OUT THERE! [ she's turning her head this way and that, but can't pinpoint anything in particular. okay, maybe she needs to try something else. what was that thing the actor that played her on stage did so he could see? a sonic wave?

she sucks in a deep breath. ]

EEEEEEEEEEEYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

2, i'm so sorry about this loser

[explosionpunches]

[Oh wow, yes, this is exactly what Erika needed today. A child screaming at her in this freaking hellscape of freaking TREES. Goddammit.

She takes a startled step back, not sure whether to be annoyed or just alarmed.]

--Holy crap, you wanna calm down, kid?!

jessica jones | mcu

[birched]

( one )

[ After the night she had drinking, it's completely plausible to her that this is all a dream. One weird, overly-detailed dream. She keeps thinking maybe she ate the worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle again. But then she's getting more pamphlets and little answers and she throws them down onto the ground with more force than is required. And then proceeds to say, in a raised voice, ]

Okay. Next pamphlet I get either better tell me where the hell I am and how I can get back or talks about monster STDs.

[ Because goddammit if this is a dream, she better get at least one laugh out of it. ]


( two )

[ It wasn't that Jessica didn't like nature. She liked it just fine. It had importance and shit. But being out in it? Give her the concrete jungle. She's good with that. Excels at it, in fact. Even without her powers.

Which was really starting to get on her nerves by now. All these years she had become comfortable with them, depended on them, and now they were just up and gone. Although the giggling was definitely more annoying. And creepy. Majorly creepy. She kept looking around, trying to find the source as she was also trying to keep an eye on the path she was on. When she felt sure she was going by the same tree for a third time, she stops and yells, ]

Hey! Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!

[ She slowly turns around, looking to see if anyone was going to step out. ]

Or better yet: come laugh in my face, punk. I can guarantee you, you won't be laughing for long.

[ Not that she would ever hurt a kid but she's hoping the threat will be good enough to make it stop. ]


( three - harpy )

[ It starts in her sleep. Or wakes her up from it. She isn't sure what's happening at first. Just that it hurts like hell. Like nothing she's ever felt before aside from losing her parents and brother. It started in her back, right behind her shoulder blades. Then in her toes. She couldn't walk. Tried to get from the bed to the bathroom and fell to the floor. She tried to bite back her screams but it didn't work. They came and continued to come as she clawed at the floor, her body twisting and curling up into a ball, begging for it to stop.

Sometime during it all, in between blackouts from the pain, she realizes what is going on. She's scared. She thought she would have more time before it started. She had even hoped it was all bullshit and it wouldn't happen. What a dumbass she was.

When it's all over, she has two bones protruding from her back, blood staining her skin, tank, and underwear, small black feathers already growing along the sites and bones themselves. Her toe nails are gone and have been replaced by claws. There's dried blood on her toes and the nails scattered around the floor.

Eventually, she crawls her way to the window in her bedroom, uses the window sill to pull herself up, body still trembling from the strain. She gets it open all the way and slowly makes her way onto the sill, sitting on it and letting her legs dangle outside. She's panting, trying to take in the air outside, like she needed it. Like the air in her apartment wasn't good enough for her lungs. This wasn't the best idea for getting some air but, oddly, she didn't mind it at all. If anything, it was calming.

Jessica holds on to the sides of the window, one hand for each, trying to support herself despite the tremors running through her body. Sweaty and throat feeling ragged, she glares out at nothing in particular. Then, ]

I need a drink. Badly.

One!

[cryogenics]

[Bucky didn't need enhanced senses to be able to hear her, but it certainly helped. During the day he looked as normal as a guy with a metal arm could, and not very monster-like, which he counted as a plus. He scared people a lot less like this.]

Monster STDs?

[There were a lot of questions he'd heard before, but that one was new.]

Also you're in Ryslig. [Which would be a lot more helpful if any of them knew where that was in relation to the rest of the world.]

Shinji Ikari | Neon Genesis Evangelion (manga)

[lastnerv]

[01]

[Even without being uprooted to a mysterious city in some part of the world he's never heard of - he's heard the phrase "alternate reality" already and he still can't bring himself to believe it, even if it's the most logical explanation - Shinji doesn't do well with crowds, which thanks to his time in the country he considered to be "any gathering larger than ten people". It's not a phobia. He's not panicking. It's just uncomfortable and annoying, having all these people around, too loud and too close. There's nothing he wants from them either, especially after the look the last one he talked to gave him when he asked about how to get back to Japan. That expression was sticking with him. Confusion and pity and...something else. He couldn't place it, but he didn't like it. The sooner he can get away from the hospital and these weirdos, the better.]

Sorry, I'm not interested, I'm just trying to make it through, please-

[For what he lacked in muscle mass for pushing others out of the way he made up in being tiny and scrawny enough to slip away, in this case between some old lady offering him a room in her attic and a man trying to shove a handful of pamphlets in his face. His escape comes to a halt when his foot catches on a loose piece of the sidewalk. With a cry of surprise, he stumbles forward into whatever unfortunate soul happens to be between him and falling face first onto the ground.]

[02]

[Operation "Try and leave through spooky forest" had not been successful. It was time to come to terms with this failure, which Shinji did by cursing to himself every time he was accidentally smacked with a branch or almost tripped over a root. Forests were not really his thing, despite growing up in a rural area. Most of his childhood was spent inside or around his aunt and uncle's house. The woods were always the scary place the "brave" kids went, which translated to kids that didn't want to hang around with "the mad scientist's son". As such, this was Shinji's first real exposure to forest exploration, unless you counted the last time he tried to run away from a city into the countryside.

He hated it. And not just because of the noises he was desperately trying to pretend weren't there. Shinji had reasoned with himself that this was stupid and he should turn back, but only after that came the realization that he didn't know where back was anymore. After hours of attempting to locate that mysterious direction, he simply found himself at the same moss-covered log he started looking from. Several times.]

Damn it!

[03]

[He really should have taken some of those pamphlets.

He had been on his way home when the fog rolled in (his own fault moving too slowly) and not long after that the pain started. His shoulders ached for a second and he tried to lie to himself, pretend it was just exhaustion or-or anything other than what it was, but then the ache became so much more. Real pain, the kind he hadn't felt (since the EVA, of course) in a while, long enough to forget what it was like to be ripped into. This wasn't the same, though. It wasn't through a proxy, it was his body, his skin breaking as something pushed through it, blood soaking his shirt.

Shinji cries out, practically falling aside into an alley. Whimpering and strangled sobs escape his mouth even as he tries to bite down on his lip, anything to take his mind off the pressure pushing through his skin. He stays like that, curled up, hands over his head, crying and groaning in equal measure before it finally ends. After a few seconds, he manages to push himself back onto his knees. Eyes shut tight, he runs a hand slowly over shoulder and finds-

Crystals. Crystals broken through his skin, just. Sticking out of his body. Like they belong there.

Shinji's eyes open and he screams again, and this time it's not because of the pain.]

Roger | Lord of the Flies

[unconchionable]

One

[He's a quiet boy with sharp eyes. He doesn't smile, and he doesn't attract attention, but he doesn't hide, either. He takes the pamphlets, reads slowly, watches others nearby. The ones who will be monsters too, if this real, if this isn't some heartsick dream. There's no stifling jungle creepers, no Jack, no squealing fat pigs - although one or two of the more nervy natives might do just as well. Part of him thinks it can't possibly be real, a second chance, such a strange shape of the thing so fervently wished for, and part of him knows it is, knows that it's the truest thing in the world. Monsters waiting inside people, who have always been waiting.

His feet dangle over the edge of the cot. He swings them back and forth, contemplative, turns toward you, wide eyes cutting a swift, clear channel between the shoals of fear one side and excitement on the other, betraying neither, betraying his utter comfort with the prospect least of all.]

Do you think it's true?

[You can't let grown-ups know, or they stop you. They try to keep all the wars for themselves.]


Two

[He loves the woods. They aren't the same as the jungle on the island, too cool and too clear of strangling, oppressive creepers, but they feel the same, rich-green wilds, dense underbrush, thorns. The sense of space and entrapment at once, the raggedness of the lines. He feels like himself here. He hasn't changed enough yet to be very dangerous, but this seems to him completely irrelevant. He feels immortal as children who are confident and content with themselves so often feel immortal. He's been told he really is, and received the news with the equanimity of rightful confirmation. He belongs here; he does not have to hide or hold back, and so he is not afraid.]

Come out, then.

[Gently challenging. If there's laughter, come share the joke. It's impossible that the joke might be him.]


Three A

[He's exhausted. He's adorable. A fuzzed brown puppy of a werewolf, a boy with twitching ears and big brown eyes is flopped in a heap, licking blood from his still clawed and padded hands with a small, bright smile. He's been waiting and waiting for this; he's too delighted and tired and sated to care that he might not be alone.]


Three B

[He could dance. He can fly, which is better. Or he can try, anyway, although it will probably take more practice. A little demon with twisted stubby horns careens out of the sky in a early attempt, crashing into someone and scrambling to get free, caught between the old urge to fake civility for witnesses and the deeper instinct to snarl and show his teeth, kindle a fierce crackle of fire in his palms - if he were reliably good at that yet, either, which he is not.]


Four

[He is - not scared. Not - he's angry, and annoyed, because he isn't supposed to be one this side of the hunt. It's wrong, offensive, insulting that he is, short legs almost tripping over himself as he scrambles and pants. He doesn't even know what gave him away - the pink eyes, maybe, he knows they didn't catch him feeding. He knows he never left anyone alive to tell.

He's not scared. He's just running because - he hasn't died yet, and it wouldn't take but he doesn't - want to. That would be wrong too. That's not what happens to him. That's not the side he's on.

Roger runs from the mob and hates every grown-up, everywhere, with every corner of his little black heart.

Roger runs.]

3a

[gitanes]

[God, you know, he's fucking tiny, isn't he. Look at him. What a little tiny mess. She could crush him by sitting on him if she concentrated really hard, but the fact is that as much as she hates dogs, and god does she ever hate dogs, he's pretty cute.]

[So she doesn't try to ruin his life. Not just yet. Instead she materializes before him like smoke, deep muddy red flickering in and out of her form as she considers him; her pupilless, mismatched eyes watch him enjoying the remnants of his meal.]

[Tolerable.]

What kind of fuck-up are you that you're not whining about morality, Charlie Brown?

Marquis Gyula Kádár || Trinity Blood

[not_desade]

One

[ It was a strange, and unwelcome sensation to not only be a basic Terran, something like the way he was before his awakening. It felt wrong in so many ways, but what was worse was the towns people, and their pamphlets and bribery. It was laughable, and yet he was sitting flipping a page of one on alternatives to human flesh.

Tapping his nails, while waiting for some food he was offered, it was while tapping his nails that one snapped. He looked up an elegant brow arching as he lifted his hand looking at the broken nail. ]

...This is going to take some getting used to. [ Maybe becoming a monster wouldn't be so bad. Isn't that what the people of Istvan used to call him anyway? Anything was better than this... ]

Commander Shepard | Mass Effect

[spacerhero]

★ ONE ★
"Alternatives to human flesh?" Well. This was going to be interesting. Somehow she'd crashed on a cannibal colony? Or was transported... Who really knew where the Reapers sent her. Those dickbags.

"Excuse me," she asserted, grabbing the nearest passing person by the shoulder to spin them around to face her. Shepard wanted answers and she wasn't about to not get them. "Do you eat flesh?" Asking point blank was always the best way to get blunt answers. "And where exactly are we?"

★ TWO ★
Screw that, Shepard is never lost.

★ THREE ★ - Arachne
The mandibles were a sudden and interesting new look for her. She'd secretly always wanted mandibles, for various reasons. She just didn't expect to be getting them, and not so suddenly. Her mouth had split painfully in the middle of- well, nothing. She had just been catching some sun rays so her skin would stop looking so pasty all the time and since the sun here had proven it wasn't going to melt her flesh off or cook her with radiation.

As if the mandibles weren't enough, then her butt, something she'd worked hard to keep toned, started to... elongate? It was just plain gross. Enough to make someone want to vomit, really. Her butt had then started to grow a hardened carapace and spindly appendages once it reached a point where it was longer than it was wide.

Commander Shepard had killed enough of these to know what she was turning into. Of course it had to be a damn thresher maw. Of course. What was this, some sort of blessing from Kalross for the meal of a reaper? Honestly it was bullshit and Kalross could cram it up her acid-spitting worm-bug ass.

As if all of this wasn't bad enough, suddenly the woman's head hurt and her vision blurred-- but only part of it. The... upper part? A bit of feeling around revealed an extra lidless, rounded set of eyeballs growing on her forehead.

"Beautiful," she groaned, and lay back on the ground with an exasperated sigh.


★ FOUR ★
So they wanted to play. The sensation of being hunted was not a new one to Shepard. As one of the most prominent figures in the galaxy, a Spectre and an ex member of Cerberus, being hunted was just something one discussed over breakfast and dealt with before lunch on a day to day basis. Sometimes at night, during platonic dates with her pilot. That had sucked.

Still, she knew what it was like to be hunted, and the arachne wasn't about to let them get away with it. No, she would turn the board around. Hunters, you have just become the hunted.

"I'm giving you one chance to save your own lives and turn back now," she called out to the woods around her. They were listening, and she knew it. The sensitive feet of her lower half let her know of the vibrations of their footsteps. "Otherwise, you'll be feeding the soup kitchen. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Three

[whoneedslegstofly]

"I really wouldn't go that far, Commander."

Joker had been warned this was coming and really, pain was something he dealt with on day to day basis. So how bad could it really be?

Apparently, the answer was really bad. And the 'gods' of this place apparently had a sense of humor.

The pilot had found himself sporting some delightfully rigid gills along either side of his throat and two odd humps coming off the back of his neck that he really hadn't gotten a good look at--you know, lack of a mirror and all--but he knew they were there from the way everything had shifted and formed back there. His skin had an odd, almost jelly-like look to it when the light hit it, his skin less tan and more..pinkish if one was looking at it the right way. There was also a somewhat bio-luminescent quality to the way the skin of his arms looked in particular, odd little lines of glowing 'veins' visible under the jelly-like skin.

One could almost say he looked kind of...jelly-fishy.

At least he could still walk normally, right?

"Need a hand?"

Jeff "Joker" Moreau | Mass Effect

[whoneedslegstofly]

Two

[Just because he was a damn good pilot didn't mean he was also a damn good navigator so he really couldn't be blamed for the fact that he was lost. In the woods. Hearing voices.

Yeah. This was loads of fun.

Another round of high pitched laughter had Joker freezing in place, the former pilot glancing around as if expecting, or maybe hoping, that there were just some..monster children around. Yeah. That would be better than the alternative. Which he didn't want to think about.]

This is great. Real great. Way to go, Joker. Got yourself lost in the woods! I'm so glad no one else knows about this.

[Because he'd never hear the end of it.

Taking a deep breath, Joker forced himself to continue forward, one hobbled step after another as he stuck to the path. For now.]


Three - Merperson

[A part of him hadn't wanted to believe what everyone was saying. A part of him had just chalked it up to crazy talk and weird superstitions. This had to be just some weird planet where everyone was kind of special in their own way and they just liked to toy with new comers.

Except that would have been the universe being nice.

It had started as what he thought was just cotton mouth, the former pilot seeking out water to try and get the horrible feeling out of his mouth. One cup hadn't been enough and even six cups later he still wanted more. And he still felt so dry. From there it had only started to get worse and by the time Joker realized just how foggy it was getting..well..it was a little too late.

His skin seemed to ripple all over his body and he could feel his bones shifting in a way that wasn't them breaking but seemed to cause just as much pain and brought him to his knees. Normally that sort of motion would have definitely broken something but he didn't feel any pain from it, far too concerned with how horrible his entire body was feeling; how much it all stung. All along his legs and arms it felt as though something was trying to force it's way through his skin and Joker bit his tongue hard to keep a cry of pain at bay as something finally did. Odd fin like protrusions unfurled along the backs of his calves and from his elbow to wrist and were accompanied by two smaller, hump like protrusions at the back of his neck--which were by far the worst part of it. From there the pain seemed to start to dull and he was able to breath--even with the dry, cotton mouth sensation--and it was then that he realized there was something odd going on with his neck.

Hesitantly he reached up and brushed his fingers against one side, eyes widening as he rubbed his fingers down over the odd rigid breaks in the skin.

Gills. He had fucking gills.

Joker jerked his hand away and shakily started to look himself over, noting the odd, jelly-like gleam to his skin and the 'veins' of luminescent lights trailing down his arms. The same blue-ish pink webbing--fins?--had formed between his fingers and he tried to flex his fingers only to find it odd now. Uncomfortable.

Fuck. Everything about this was uncomfortable and he couldn't do anything but stare at his hands like an idiot. Wonderful.]


Four

Are you fucking serious?!

[A dead end. A goddamn dead end.

Joker almost slammed his hand against the rocky outcropping but thought better of it, jerking around as he heard yelling through the underbrush as his hunters drew closer. Fantastic. Just great. He was being hunted down by humans and he'd fucking run into a rock wall.

The mer cursed under his breath and started to move again, limping along as he braced himself somewhat with the wall to keep himself upright, really wanting to run into a lake or something at this point.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this running thing up.]

rhonda | trick r treat

[idiot_savant]

TWO

[This is all too familiar to Rhonda. Not even familiar in the comfortably distant sense-- this is feels far too recent for her liking.

She's been walking in circles for what feels like hours now and every second weighs on her shoulders. Maybe it's just paranoia wearing her down but she swears that she can hear giggling in the distance-- distinctly childlike.

All of this reminds her of a situation she'd found herself in recently. A situation involving a bus of children that were supposedly murdered on a night like this. A situation in which a bunch of kids from school tried to play a sick joke on her. A situation that, ultimately, lead to the prank blowing up in their faces while Rhonda left them behind and--

Oh god. Oh god what if this is some sort of punishment? What if she's finally getting her comeuppance for abandoning the others? No, no. They deserved what they got. If given the chance they would have done the same. Hell, they practically did the same to her already. But still, she can't help but wonder.

She turns around, her boots crunching on the leaves beneath her. Even though her glasses slip a little as she turns her head skyward she doesn't move to adjust them. Perhaps this mixture of terrified concentration on the woods surrounding her and the sounds of it are why she doesn't notice you approach. Perhaps that's why she nearly jumps out of her skin, falling to the ground and pushing herself away from you hurriedly with her feet.]

Get away from me! Get away!

THREE: SHADE

[Being well-informed on a wide variety of topics is one of Rhonda's special interests and something she takes great pride in. Sure it's gotten her head dunked in a toilet on a number of occasions but really what about her hasn't? That's all in the past now. What's important is how she's been changing.

Her skin had translucent and dark-- she'd call it shadowy if she were more poetic. Slowly but surely she found that she no longer needed her glasses to see. In fact she could see better without them now more than ever. On the topic of her eyes they're completely white now and they glow. That's a shade if ever Rhonda had seen one. Or, rather, read of one.

Regardless of how much she might know about monsters it's a whole other thing becoming one. Getting used to this form is becoming difficult. She quite literally can't get a grasp on the situation, you find, as you spot her struggling to hold onto a book. It phases through her hands, falling with a thud on the sidewalk (revealing its title: "How To Deal With Changes"). Though it might seem futile she doesn't know when to give it up. She just keeps trying to pick that sucker up.

Why don't you give her a hand? Hers are out of commission.]

three

[snozzberries]

Well, that's strange.

[There's an older man here leaning on a cane and wearing some ridiculous manner of outfit. He walks right over, and picks up the book, only to...immediately open it and start reading it.]

miyabi hanakouji | persona 2

[niceandkozy]

⤿ scenario one

[This is definitely not the place Miyabi expected to be leaving the Scorpio Temple. No stranger to being kidnapped, it's still very odd to be kidnapped and then assisted, and then sent off without much word of information regarding anything at all.

At least no information until her hands are suddenly stuffed with various pamphlets and offers of everything from food to money in exchange for their lives come at her from every angle. The sheer amount of attention after coming out of the hospital stresses her a little and she's quick to politely excuse herself and find someplace quieter to stand.

There she's able to read the pamphlets in peace and watch people walk past, quietly listening to the talk around her, picking up on news here or there. The 'monsters' don't seem that bad to her as she watches them move around, offering their own aid to the newcomers, despite the locals insistence they not be eaten.

It's not long before she finally approaches someone. She's somehow found a pad of paper and a pencil, undoubtedly given quite quickly by a local, and has already started righting stuff down.]

Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?


⤿ scenario four

[Turning into an Arachne had been painful, but pain could be soldiered through. The worst parts were learning how to coordinate eight scorpion legs, learning to not catch her tail in things until she figured out how to curl it up, and just her general appearance. That was the worst. Eight eyes stared back at her from mirrors and carapace on her hands and arms caught and reflected the light.

She tries to cover it all up everytime she goes out, but it was pretty easy to notice and soon she has a group of people following her. Keeping her head down, she tries to ignore them until someone shouts and the group bolts at her. Eikichi had warned her this might happen, that not all the locals were as kind as the others, so despite the startlement she was relatively prepared.

One interesting thing about scorpions was they could climb things like spiders could, so the first building she came across she was scaling until she ran into a roadblock. Unable to go anywhere, she just hunches herself in as tight as she can and tries to avoid the thrown rocks and sticks, using the pincers on her front to bat away any sticks they use to try and pry her out.]

Please leave me be! I'm not harming anyone!

SCREAMS TO THE HIGH HEAVENS ABOVE AND BELOW

[deathboss]

[ And group of people, another round of taking those he could to various places in both towns, and sanctuary. IT had become almost routine, really. Cloaked in a large piece of fabric that hinted at his horns and larger body, he had taken to arriving this way - let he get kicked in the nuts again from a screaming arrival thinking he was going to harm them.

But that voice...he knew that voice. Even a year later, he still remembered that tone, and his heart skipped a beat, unbelieving that it could be true...the guilt, a deep guilt because this was not a place he'd ever want her to be. And yet still...if it was...he'd...

...shit. HE couldn't move. He was paralyzed in place from the question. Shit shit shit...say something! Say anything! Fuck it Eikichi, you've been quiet for the past what seemed like hour, she probably just gave up and walked off and left!!! You stupid -]

U-um....SURE?!

[Dammit.]

Shunsei Fujiwara (Souji Okita) | Clockwork

[mockingblade]

«« one »»
[ Such odd and amusing slips of paper, Souji thinks. Perhaps a little unsettling if it meant that he would start to change as well, as the papers implied, but he would deal with that once it actually happened.

He's gotten hold of a pen too though, and on the pamphlet that told of trouts, he was drawing a not too nice caricature of of Hijikata as a very hairy trout. He's humming a little to himself as he works, and has written "I, Hijikata Toshizo, am an idiot" in small letters inside a speech bubble. ]

«« two »»
[ Urk.. He hates children who mocks him. He just got away from some brats being rude to him back in Japan, so it was not all too pleasing to hear someone laugh among the trees.

But he could hide it if he wanted. To a certain level, at least. His smile was just a little menacing. ]

Why don't you come out and play with nii-san instead? He's very interested in knowing what's so funny.

«« wildcard »»
[ you know how this option works; choose your own adventure and all that. ]

one

[upyour]

[ Gekikara has little interest in trouts, but these all sound like funny fairy tales. She grabs the one Souji's been drawing on, and pokes at it with a laugh, smearing blood onto it to make a big red smile. ]

Gekikara | Majisuka Gakuen

[upyour]

one
[ When she spots a pamphlet that talks about eating human flesh, she starts to wonder... is it allowed to eat humans here, and these people are like vegetarians who tell you how to replace meat?

She's curious, so when the next person passes her, she grabs them and bites right into their arm. ]

two
[ If you thought the children giggling was creepy, they are now joined in by someone else.The children's giggles feel like a challenge to her, and Gekikara is looking for them, giggling and sounding insane.

She can feel that someone is coming closer, just behind a couple of trees, and che charges, aiming a punch at whoever's showing up. ]

Found you!

three - demon
[ Okay, she's not at all sure what is going on, but the pain is pleasurable. It feels good as hell, even if it isn't from a fight. Her teeth are sharp and her eyes are red, her toe nails have turned into claws, poking holes through her leather boots. She laughs loudly, as she rips her finger nails off, one by one.

That, or you might catch her sticking her body parts into open fire. ]

one, you little non-demon demon

[akazukinotoko]

[ Now... that was a surprise.. Red turns his eyes to silently look down at the girl, and he seems entirely unfazed by suddenly being bitten. As if it has happened before, or something. ]

dio brando | jjba; phantom blood

[kicksdogs]

[ooc; dio is from the beginning of phantom blood & 12 years old whomp whomp]

[ scenario four - wendio haha badum TSH ]

[ a ]

[The skin around the nubs of his freshly broken horns itched painfully and he tried his best not to irritate it further by picking at them until the open wounds healed. Every so often he'd wince and a small trickle of blood would run down the side of his face, but there was very little he could do about except curse in frustration at the powers that ruled this world.

His head hurt, his ears hurt, and the never ending clawing of hungry in his stomach hurt too. Walking through the market streets with all the smells and sights of food and spices was almost blissful - if bliss was found in torturing yourself by hanging around things you couldn't have. Thankfully Dio was not an honest child and thus had no qualms about stealing. Anything to quell the ravenous appetite he was now forced to satiate at every waking moment.

Even with his distinctly animal traits he blends in well enough to quickly swipe a handful of skewers from a vendor's stall before disappearing off into the crowds. Having the meat so close makes his mouth water, but he restrains himself until he can find a safer place to eat his stolen meal.]

[ b ]

[He hears them before he sees them, fluffed ears prickling at the dangerous tone of their voices. It tells him enough and before he even thinks about it he's already breaking off into a run. A group of men, faces red and actions sluggish from alcohol, give chase after him.

That's what he gets for choosing to eat his (stolen) food behind some sleazy bar.

Dio has the advantage and he isn't too worried about being caught. In fact he isn't worried at all. He's faster, quicker, and smaller than those men who seem intent to break his horns off for decoration and with his luck they'll trip over themselves in drunken clumsiness before gaining any speed on him.

So he's pretty at ease and almost smug. As he turns to glance over his shoulder to see where they're at eating his dust he looks back ahead, but not in time to stop his collision with the unfortunate person who happens to be walking in his getaway path.]

b; it is 4 am is this coherent who knows

[digiorno]

[Collision is, perhaps, not the right word. It begins as a collision, that's fair enough, but what it becomes after a quick moment of instinctive, jerky confusion is a stranglehold.]

[Vines wrap tight around Dio's arms, pulling them to the trunk of his body and binding him with an easy combination of strength and surprise. It's easy to see, on second glance, why he might have missed this person entirely; he fades into the background, gray-green and dappled and swaying slightly to the beat of the wind.]

[He retreats now, one hand pressed to Dio's mouth as he drags him along, his voice barely audible and lilting between the whispering leaves.]

Don't. Make. A sound. And if you bite me I will cut your tongue out.

[The hunters disgust him, that much is clear from the cool contempt on his face. Fortunately they've stumbled close to home. Well. Fortunately for him, less so for them.]

Touya | Pokemon (White Game Canon)

[chosenofthunder]

(Three - Goblin)

[Touya's out and about in the town when the fog rolls in. And no one except for the residents hiding away in their homes are ever prepared for the fog. It feels like only just yesterday that he'd decided one day to settle down and take a nap with his team. Then without warning he was here and-]

Ghhk...! Ghh... wha...?!?

[It feels like his bones are on fire and melting as they crack and compress. His clothes become ill-fitting in more ways than one, shoulders and lower body growing thicker as his frame shrinks. As he feels something tear out from his back and ready to get through the barriers of clothing, Touya barely manages to get his jacket off in time before thick talons rip out of his nails, hands twisting into three-fingered claws.

His skin is ashen as fanned arm guard-like protrusions push out of forearms and extend past his new claws. Touya makes a bewildered glances at the familiar appendages and then the tiny, but also recognizable, 'wings' that burst out of his shirt.]

Arrgh.... how...? I'm... some sort of... tiny Zekrom...?!

---

(Four - still Goblin)

[Touya's hiding behind a dumpster in an alleyway, trying to avoid the people that definitely were trying to kill him. He's gained a few more spikes... one at the back of his neck, his elbows, and the back of his ankles.

He's not sure what to do about his pants, but his jacket is stuffed inside his bag.

Help would still be great though.]

FOUR!

[soft_focus]

[Did someone say help?

...Well he's not really there for helping, so much as taking out trash. That's what happens when the trash chute stops working.

He has a great big bag, he's throwing it in, andddd...

He smells something. Or maybe someone.

Just what is that smell?]

Asch the Bloody | Tales of the Abyss

[not_the_dreck]

[One]
What little patience Asch had was quickly running out.

The offers of food and shelter were nice, better than he would have expected, given the circumstances of his arrival, but... the pamphlets were getting increasingly annoying and ridiculous. "Alternatives to Human Flesh"? "Bunnyipyips And You"? What kind of utter ridiculousness was this!?

He finally lost it with the latest pamphlet ("What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)"), crushing it in his hand before balling it up tightly and throwing it over his shoulder. He sincerely hoped he hit one of those pamphlet wavers with it too; maybe then they'd stop bothering him.

[Three - Gargoyle]
He thought he would never feel ungodly pain again after going through the replication process, but of course something out there had to prove him wrong. He could feel it starting in the morning, like his mind telling him there was an itch in a place he couldn't scratch, constantly pestering him about it every waking minute. The real "fun" didn't kick in until well after nightfall, and while he tried to keep going and ignore it the best he could, it eventually got to the point where he just couldn't.

Asch finally fell over when things went from "pain" to outright agony, and he could feel things growing. His mouth, his fingers, his legs, something on his back; he wanted to scream, but it hurt too damn much to even do that. All he could manage was a pathetic sounding whimper like he was some kind of helpless child.

One!

[fony]

[He doesn't hit one of the pamphlet wavers, but he might find what he did hit just as annoying, just in a different way. Luke had hesitated to approach Asch, but decides that being hit by a paper ball is reason enough to actually speak up.]

You know, there are trash cans for a reason...