MARCH 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 MARCH 25th 12:01AM EST.
• There is an Enable Me / App this Plz to see what some people are offering or would love to play.
• 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, and already SOME 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."

Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky. Torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

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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[cutiemutie]

[ Scenario 2]

[There's no telling how he got here. The young mechanic is still wandering about in a daze, sorely bothering the carefully wrapped multitudinous flesh wounds all about his person. The last thing he recalls is closing his shop and preparing for bed. Then, the hospital and his hasty release. It was far too overwhelming now to try and deal with the citizens who seemed to have collectively decided not to help him.

Wandering down a forest path for a quiet walk seemed a like a good idea when it appeared. But now he's cold, he's afraid, trying to bite back panicked tears. He hasn't felt so small and vulnerable in years. But it's better than being in the town, with the people who wouldn't stop talking to him and their strange insistence that he is no longer human. Perhaps there was something in the air. Perhaps it was getting to him.

With every step he gets more lost. The paths winding away, the landmarks he's tried to memorize, are getting scrambled. He's alone, hunched in on himself, trying to pretend that the chiming children's laughter is all fantasy. This isn't a ghost story, it has to be. But the crunching of leaves, the sound of something's approach growing steadily louder, is certainly not. He tenses, waiting to see who appears.]

[thehangedboy]

[You know what's not scary at all when you're lost in the woods and near tears? A pair of glowing gold pinpricks coming toward you out of the trees. As they get closer they're revealed to be the eyes of a boy, though thanks to his long deer legs he's taller than most boys with a face that young-looking.

This guy has to be lost. Nobody winds up this deep in the woods on purpose unless they've already changed enough to be sure it's safe, or know the woods well enough. Judging by that expression and the lack of claws or horns, neither is the case here.]

Hey, man. You lost?

Light Yagami | Death Note

[andeatit]

Scenario 1

[The time spent in the doctor's office had given him time to heal, but not to research. He had asked questions, but there had never been any satisfactory answers. When he had come out to be greeted with the information, it was a pleasant surprise, though he doesn't know it's fueled by fear. Starting over with nothing on his person hadn't been an appealing concept, but the crowds were generous. Or did it speak more of the frequency in which new people washed up than the people themselves?

Something still felt wrong, he couldn't help but think. He had asked that they run more tests, but nothing had come up. He had good insurance, but that hadn't seemed to matter. When he did make it back home, and he would, he would get a specialist to look him over. It was unusual for him to not be able to pinpoint what it was that was wrong, but he knew something was. Even when he took into account that it may just be being disconnected from everything he knew, it didn't cover it.

With that in the back of his mind, he looks over the pamphlets and begins to wonder if he had really woken up. Monsters? Did they mean the Shinigami? Had pieces of the note somehow fallen into their hands, allowing them to see the Death Gods? But they didn't eat human flesh. He manages to hold in the sigh. Obviously he couldn't make any informed decisions without further research. He didn't plan on being on the island for long, but he did need to prepare for his time there.

How was the world handling itself without Kira? Too much time here could undo everything he had done. That wasn't something he could allow.

Polite as always, he smiles at anyone who approaches, brown eyes sparkling in attention. Those offering pamphlets would be greeted kindly enough ("Thank you. Ah, before you go...") before being pressed for information within them. Those offering food or drink would be further questioned; he needed to accept AN offer, but he couldn't just go to anyone's house.

And then there would be his first monster. That would most certainly get his attention, if not without a bit of shock.]

Scenario 2


[Yagami Light had a great sense of direction. Through memorization and careful navigation, he had never been lost. Japan could be complicated with it's subways, with it's side streets, but he had learned to know where he was going. Even in the woods along the outskirts of the city, he had been fine. He didn't get lost.

Now he was lost.

The trees continued to thicken, even as he was sure he was retracing his steps. When the giggles had first started, he had stopped. While he didn't lack in paranoia, it had never caused him to see or hear things that weren't real. Were there kids lost in the forest as well? While he knew the right thing to do, he couldn't very well be rash. He would find a heavy enough stick, mark his place, and begin to search for those voices instead of calling out.

More and more lost.

A stream, running water, anything that served as a landmark he could follow. The laughter continued to come from around him, and it was growing darker. Despite marking his spot, and being sure of it, he had been unable to find it again. Now, he had to find something more concrete.]

Other

[Light will work to get to know the people outside the clinic, which means he's likely to approach someone who looks as if they know something. Otherwise, you're free to approach him too.]

1

[hearthebell]

[L returns here often, if only because he realizes he should be aware of any ally or enemy who arrives in Ryslig. Having solved over 1,000 cases means that he's looking at the possibility of running into any number of these, the majority of whom are apprehended criminals who won't be happy to see him if they ever manage to connect a name to his face. Given that at least a couple people have found out his real name, it no longer feels like it's safe to assume he'll live out his days here exclusively as the unassuming and spacey, if clever, Linden Tailor.

He no longer really looks like a human, which makes it difficult to mingle unnoticed. Before, he just appeared to be a corpse warmed-over with slightly sharper canines. Now, however, he's unmistakable for a vampire, with a bat's ears and unwieldy wings that connect his arms with his torso and hang at his sides like a cloak when they're not outstretched. That is usually, and the result is a man who slouches worse than he ever did in life under their weight. What's worse is the compromised use of his hands, which are bound up in the wings' physiology and leave him only with sharp thumb claws to carry out his day to day business.

It makes operating with only two or three delicate grasping fingertips seem devastatingly efficient by comparison.

L is scanning the crowd this evening, not particularly expecting to see any familiar faces; only one has shown up that he recognizes since the December he arrived, and though Mello is significant, the ratio to other arrivals still makes the odds feel slim. He's about to turn and head back when a certain profile catches his eye, one that he worked alongside, slept beside before a time, and, of course, suspected to the point of handcuffing them together.

He approaches slowly, without drawing attention to himself. Once he's revealed, he won't get another chance like this to observe how Light navigates the newness of Ryslig. If he is angry, frightened, desperately willing to bargain to return home, L wants to see it pure and untainted by his presence and the knowledge that he is watching with a mad man's fixation.

Here, far away from the Kira case, that might unfortunately be what he has to call it now. That makes the urge to shadow Light Yagami no less powerful.

Rather than making himself known, he puts himself within Light's peripheral vision, a pale shadow among the deeper casts and forms, watching with eyes that are as dark and glassy as Light remembers. Just maybe slightly more dead, now that L no longer carries a pulse.]

Penumbra: Black Plague | Clarence | Scenario 1

[yourdearfriend]

[All in all, it's very different being in a human body rather than inside a human body. Inside a human body, the air is a warm, pleasant, not unlike a soft blanket or a cozy fire. Good ol' 98.7 has never let Clarence down. Sometimes it would even get warmer, and that was nice, too, even if that meant the human would collapse and whine for a little while, oh boohoo.

In a human body, on the other hand, it's a whole different story. This large, pliant organ takes in all the cold outdoor air and sends signals to long, non-pliant cells that then tell his brain uh oh, you're cold. He develops goosebumps, aka tiny muscles that contract and lift his skin (aka the aforementioned large, pliant organ) because they don't know any better, and he feels an instinct -- a hideous, primal instinct -- to raise his arms and hug his chest.

Come on, he thinks. Seriously?

Clarence stands amongst the newcomers with a glower that rivals all other glowers, his arms folded across his chest. His thin, frail frame is covered in too-large clothes -- gifts from the welcome party to account for his unfortunate nudity.

Although he sits through the first few monster lectures (and pamphlets) with pursed lips, he soon finds himself butting into other conversations. He wears a tight smirk.]

Oh no. There are no substitutes for human flesh. You'd really be missing out.

[Or:]

Do you really believe for one minute she's not going to eat you the moment you turn around?

[Or:]

He's lying. You really can go home if you want it enough. Just kill a witch! Or murder a couple of orphans.

[nachofriend]

<sub>[Bill isn't particularly happy to be depowered and stuffed inside the limited confines of a human body with no way to escape it either, but he can deal, for now.]

[Dressed in clothes equally unfitting and mismatching, holding enough pamphlets to be mistaken for an actual citizen of Ryslig, although the numerous scratches covering his hands gives his new-arrival-status away. He turns to Clarence with a grin far too wide and delighted.]</sub>

Oh, buddy, I know! Human flesh really is something special! Never thought I'd be one to wear it like this but here we are!

Yuna Yuki | Yuki Yuna is a hero!!!

[fivetenets]

SCENARIO ONE
[To say Yuna was unused to being in another world would be wrong. All of their battles were done in another dimension overlaying their town. Even so, this was different. The other hero club members were with her in those moments. They were always together, even before everything that happened with the Shinju-sama. More so now. It was more than a little weird to be away from her friends, but in true Yuna fashion she's not going to let that get her down.

Instead she's currently holding one of the pamphlets in her hand and making the most uncertain face in existence. Maybe that's to be expected when you're holding "What to expect when you're expecting (to become a monster)" at arm's length. Eventually she laughs it off and shakes the pamphlet in disbelief.]

No way, haha!

[After a moment she notices that someone is nearby and she turns with a perplexed brow and a wide grin. Gesturing to the pamphlet her head tilts just slightly before she has the chance to ask:] Do werewolves really get urges to chase sticks? I wanna see that!

[At least someone is trying to not worry about this, but. As terrible as becoming a monster may be she already has ideas if she has to be one.]


SCENARIO FOUR
[Some weeks later find a tiny girl covered in blood and shaking ever so slightly in pain. Her newly sprouted horns dripping from where they sprout from her forehead, pieces of old skin still clinging to her fur. She's standing all to unsteadily on new limbs, like a newly born calf. Which, for all intents and purposes, she is. In spite of all of it she still seems to be smiling uncertainly at the hunter before her. The smile both cheerful and soothing for as much as she can muster. She raises her hands, waving them wildly as speaks.]

I'm tellin' ya! This isn't anybody else's!

[The hunter doesn't seem to care about rather or not it's the girl's own blood (which it is). Which, why would he have to? She's a monster for as much as the girl tries not to feel like it or doesn't want to believe in the things she'll have to do soon enough.]

I'm a hero! Just watch, I'll protect everyone here like this! Even you.

[She tries to sound more confident even as her voice wavers. The hunter's moving a whistle to his lips and she's not aware of her weaknesses yet to understand to run, but she's still determined to stand there and prove she's good.] H-hey! Not all monsters are bad! Haven't you seen space anime?

[No, Yuna, they haven't.]

WILDCARD: RSDOS
Hey, you! YEAH YOU! READING THIS RIGHT NOW. You know what you need to do? What you've always needed to do? Do ya? Well why aren't you doing it! You should be joining the Ryslig Hero Club right now!

All future heroes can sign up right now!

Let's show them all what we're really made of!

4

[tsupplements]

[Karin hears the familiar shouting before she sees Yuna. There's a howl rising to her lips--geeze, why was she a werewolf? Wasn't Fuu the one with the dog?--as she runs up behind the hunter.

Other than a new set of fangs, ears, and tail, Karin doesn't seem much different. She doesn't have a sword but she does have a...baseball bat? She drops to an offensive stance.]

Hey, you. Why don't you pick on someone who's far more of a challenge than that idiot?

[Is she distracting them away from Yuna? Of course.]

Karamatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[karappo]

[Scenario 2]

[Being a person who is actually more used to glares and judging, disapproving stares than they probably should be, Karamatsu wasn't immediately put off by the situation he found himself in when he first woke up in this strange place. His life is already weird enough, so that part wasn't really the issue. It was moreso the fact that he had to try and figure out how he was going to live without his parents or his brothers around, which was a feat in and of itself. He's taken to walking to try and clear his head and give himself the opportunity to think, which is why he's found himself in Lager Woods today.

The only sound he hears for a while is the sound of his boots crushing dead leaves underfoot. Maybe someone laughing in the distance, but it's so far off that he's not sure if it's just his imagination or...what. But the walking on its own is good. The fresh air is invigorating and moving makes him feel like he's making some sort of progress, even though he's done literally nothing at all. No surprises there. He even hums a little to himself as he makes his way.

Eventually though, he stops in the middle of the path, staring ahead at a cluster of trees that seems to just go on forever.]

...heh.

[He lifts a hand and pulls his glasses off, tipping his head back as he regards the trees before him with a slight smile, though it looks more like he's staring off into the distance, as if deep in thought.]

I'm lost.

[Scenario 3: Werewolf]



[As good as Karamatsu had always been at making it seem like his confidence never wavered even in the face of adversity (or being blatantly ignored), transforming into a monster seemed to be just enough to throw a wrench into his usual routine. There was nothing you could do to soften the feeling of nails being replaced by sharp claws, teeth elongating into rows and rows of vicious canines, or the hair he worked to keep so perfect turning long, coarse, and beginning to cover the entirety of his body no matter what he did.

But the first full moon was the hardest, he found. The pain was indescribable, so much so that the transformation was a blur yet painfully clear all at once. He could feel his body growing and shifting, bones moving and grinding against each other as they made way for new parts, or parts being replaced by more wolf-like additions. The fur covering his body was pure black, and once his face elongated into a wolf's muzzle and snout, the only thing that could be seen were bright eyes staring out from the darkness of his face. Not yellow eyes, but icy blue to the point of almost seeming white.

Karamatsu huddled behind a building that he'd hoped was vacant, shivering as the last of the changes wracked his body. The moonlight cast long shadows over everything, giving off enough light to allow him to look at his clawed hands-turned-paws, hind legs protruding from what used to be jeans. His black, leather jacket draped over his shoulders and arms in tatters, and all he could do was let out a plaintive moan, the physical pain momentarily forgotten as a new, emotional pain took hold.]

My perfect fashion...

sc. 2!!

[yasusada]

[ Normally this is where various humans end up, lost within the forest with no where to go and searching for someone ー anyone to help them. It's always around this time that they start to appear and some monsters are willing to help them and others are only around to torment. When it comes to Yamato, he only wants to do his best so that he can help whoever is having a hard time. It doesn't take him long to follow the sound of sticks breaking nearby, alarming him that someone has to be lost. A person who knows their way wouldn't hesitate to stop, considering the laughter and voices that can be heard from time to time but the way that this one is moving about does tell Yamato that they may be in need of help.

Walking a little closer, the harpy hides his hands into the sleeve of his haori along with his wings and speaks up once he overhears the male's final words. ] Lost? I had a feeling, that normally happens here. You shouldn't allow it to bother you much, I'm sure you're not the only one within this predicament. [ There's a smile on his features as he stares towards the direction that the other is going, a shake of his head as he doesn't believe that's the right way. ]

Do you mind if I help you? Going that way will get you more lost I believe.

Yuri | Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V

[imperialpredation]

Arrival

[Yuri's made some interesting entrances to other dimensions in the past, but he will give that waking up washed onto a beach and half buried in sand is a new one. With a brief look of puzzlement, he glances around, expression graduating to wary over the next few seconds. This doesn't look like any of the dimensions he's visited so far, and looking back, he finds the last thing he remembers from home is a duel he can't recall having a conclusion.

Fluffy eyebrows drawn together, he glances toward his side.] Starve Venom again...? [But when he reaches back, he can't feel the familiar shape of his duel disk, and it's that which finally prompts him to stand fully, dust his regal purple uniform off, and take stock of things fully. Black boots crunch the sand underfoot as he walks down the beach, and in the low light his general bearing is that of someone you probably don't want to stop to talk to. Or it would be if he wasn't also obviously about fourteen.

Upon meeting any others on the beach, he'll throw up a cold turn of the mouth that isn't anything near what a smile should look like, and give a mocking little bow, hand to his chest and all.]

So sorry to interrupt, but perhaps you could tell me a little more about this place...? [His voice is light and quiet, and there's a constant undertone bordering amusement and condescension.]

Random Monster Encounters

[He's heard a lot about this "Bavan" place so far - how the locals flock to the newcomers and fawn over the monsters until the time comes when the feeding hand is bitten. It's a quaint little city, he'll allow it that, but it's woefully outdated compared to what he's used to, and he finds himself casting some rather incredulous looks at passing features.

That's not really what he's interested in right now, though. He's curious about the monsters themselves, and any one of them unlucky enough to cross his path will likely get a languid little hum of interest and a smirk that's definitely interested, but also not even close to benign.]

Heh, aren't you an interesting little beast? [While he does sound ridiculously belittling, he also sounds genuinely fascinated.]

Scenario Three (Faerie)

[He'd planned not to be out on the streets and so vulnerable when the changes were set to occur, but it's far too boring to lie around inside all day. He's just on his way back when his shoulderblades start itching and prickling in time with each cloud of fog that rolls by, and as he moves down the dimly-lit street, a throbbing, piercing pain starts up on each side of his chest, like old stab wounds.

He makes it to the end of the street before there's a shuddering crack, and he bites down on the agonised sound that rips itself from his throat.

If the pains were like stab wounds, this feeling is like the knives being pulled out, and out and out until he can see another pair of clawed hands and arms pushing out bloody under his normal ones. Skin rips from his back as if flayed apart, crackling and tightening into scaled moth wings as he buckles under the pain, bracing all four hands on the ground and curving forward as the wings push back and out, much longer than what he felt tearing away. As they unfurl into place and the pain starts to ebb, he assumes it's over until hot points of agony flare up at his hairline, and he feels skin split and long, ticklish antennae drag themselves out, two where his hair formed antennae regardless and another two just to the sides of those. Blood dripping down his face and torso, hunched on the ground, he looks like a mess.

But at the sound of anyone approaching, his head comes up, a dissonant, thin smile on his face that seems to pity them more than it does him.]

Mmm, it's awfully rude to watch someone change, isn't it?

RANDOM...

[blurspot]

[This one is very little. Very very little. Pudu being pudu, he's absolutely miniscule after all.

...Suddenly he is not...quite as little however, but if the pudu frown wasn't obvious, Reira Akaba's is.

Well don't you look a little different, if indeed, the first look was remembered at all.

It isn't as though their last 'meeting' was very memorable after all.

No words yet only frowning. Don't look at his eyes]

Namine | Kingdom Hearts

[linkthismemory]

One

[ Her eyes are huge, her hair is twisted away from her face and over her shoulder, and her pale dress is already stained from her arrival. Her voice is quiet and she barely seems to exist, a wisp of a thing. She seems small and hardly intimidating.

This is probably why several people have approached her with pamphlets and pages and Namine isn't at all sure what all of them mean but she's managed to pry bits of information from people nearby, those who had handed her the pages or people nearby. Once she'd been handed them, Namine sat down on the edge of a street. She'd been looking over them for a while, humming tunelessly to herself. It's not a song, it's barely even notes that seem to go together. She isn't scared. As far as she's concerned, she isn't capable of it, at least as far as she would admit. But she is concerned. And...wary?

She doesn't know if there is even an exact word for what she's experiencing.

The page in front of her describes fading away to a being of nothing, or becoming something ravenous that could hurt people. The former is something she has always expected for herself and so doesn't sound too bad. The latter sounds- ....It doesn't sound like anything she wants at all. Namine sets the pamphlets down on the curb beside her and tucks her hands under her legs. She has no idea what she's supposed to do.]

Three

[It didn't hurt. That was somehow the most terrifying part of it.

It was a bit like she was fading away, bits of her losing shape, starting with the ends of her hair and her fingers and her toes and sliding up her limbs. Her hair had turned dark at the ends, trailing out at the edges and catching in a wind that didn't exist, and she didn't feel. Her hands and her feet hand done the same, more vague shapes than actual limbs. They held her weight. She could touch. Some of the time they even took enough of a shape to be hands or feet and then they'd slide into the vagueness again. Every few minutes she'd look and it would creep further up her limbs. Thin tendrils of shadow crept up the walls beside her and along the floor like she was trying to hold herself to the world around her.

She hadn't moved since it had crept past her wrists and her ankles, trying to keep her eyes closed and wait for it to take her instead of the slow endless change that she couldn't control.

Namine had been wrong. It had been possible for her to be scared. She was terrified. As much as she'd always assumed she'd fade into nothing, this was a slow sort of thing that felt nothing like she'd ever imagined. Maybe if it hurt, it would've been better. It would've felt more real.

Instead pale eyes that had gone white like searchlights in the dark were clamped shut as Namine tried to hold herself still, hold herself to a shape, to try and stay real. Something.]

THREE

[bleedingunversed]

[Vanitas hadn't met her personally yet, careful to avoid the newcomer that Roxas had been so excited about, but he'd caught glimpses and at least knew what she looked like. She had seemed so frail the few times he had seen her that he'd just brushed her off as another useless individual, not caring to get to know someone that was just there. That didn't seem to want to exist.

But that's also exactly why he had constantly kept an eye on her; kept track of her and watched over her from afar. She was like him, in a strange sort of way, that much he could feel and he hated it but felt drawn to her all the same.

When the fog had rolled in the arachne had been wandering the streets, forever annoyed at his lack of a more powerful and terrifying form--no fog form for this temporary little ant--skittering about the streets in search of prey. His search brought him face to face with the newly changed Namine and he froze, staring at her with all four eyes as his antenna twitched and a faint hint of a sneer touched his face.

A shade. Just like he had been.

He hesitates where he is before letting out a frustrated noise, moving closer to the girl as his antenna twitch wildly.]

You're going to wear yourself out trying to stay solid, idiot.

Ash | Black Mirror

[subroutined]

1
[ The first thing he notices is that he's been taken offline. He can't access the cloud server. He still has all his internal memories, all the messages and recordings that make up his base personality, but nothing more. Then he opens his eyes and realizes he's not in Martha's attic. Which is odd, because he's definitely not meant to leave. If he's somewhere else, though, that means Martha must be somewhere nearby; he can't be far from his administrative user, that's just part of his protocols.

But after hours of searching and scanning (slowly, with his eyes and ears alone), he's beginning to wonder if maybe he is somehow somewhere without Martha. That shouldn't be possible, but then again, he shouldn't be offline either.

Finally, looking worried and pale (well, paler than usual), he approaches a passing stranger. ]

Excuse me, sorry to bother, but I think something's gone wrong. I keep hearing this thumping sound in my ears, which has never happened before. [ Little does he know, it's a heartbeat. ] Can you tell me where I can find a repairman?


3/4 - mer
[ It didn't take long for Ash to learn that with the fog came an exacerbation of the "monster" symptoms plaguing this place. He'd been told it was only a matter of time before he himself changed. (He didn't see how a body that was built, not born, could be affected in the same way, but who was he to argue?) When the time came and he felt an unpleasant itching sensation under his skin, he faced the inevitability with calm acceptance. He wandered alone into the fog, stripped of most of his clothes, and let the changes roll over him. He was fascinated by the way his skin sloughed off, revealing coppery fish scales on his legs, and the way the skin between his fingers stretched out into webbing.

It's only when gill slits form on his neck and chest that he begins to panic. He's obviously an aquatic type; will he not be able to exist on land? Then, when a gang of hunters spot him sitting on the ground and fire their guns through the fog at him, he really begins to worry. ]

Please don't. [ Unsure whether his new scaly legs can support him, he doesn't even try to run, merely pleads with the hunters, face twisted in fear and distress. ] I don't-- I don't want to die...

3/4 mer

[whiteofcrime]

[ Kaito would like to say that he's gotten over his fear of fish thanks to the mer population. However, that would be a lie. As much as he can tolerate certain people and their changes, anything with fins and those flat, staring eyes threatens to send him running for the hills. Fish are the worst kind of creature ever placed on this earth and the magician would like a word with evolution about it.

Hearing rough voices calling out ("Over here!" "Got one!"), Kaito strays from his original path home. Good news rarely followed hearing something like that. The hunch is vindicated as he comes across the hunters surrounding someone on the ground. He can't see them clearly just yet. All he can see is the group, the dark shape of a gun barrel, and Kaito leaps in before he can second-guess himself. ]

Hey! [ he yells, flinging his hand forward. A compressed ball of wind blasts aside one person so they're sent tumbling head over heels. Attention is now on him. ] Pick on someone who can actually fight back, why don't you? Cowards!

Karin Miyoshi | Yuki Yuna is a Hero

[tsupplements]

1-Training

[Karin doesn't feel like taking up on the locals charity. Gifts...offers for shelter... They didn't seem honest, somehow. The glares, though? That seemed more appropriate to the situation even though they were just as annoying.

She needed to do something. Laying the (worthless) pamphlets on a bench, Karin begins to do sit ups on the grass next to it.]

Fifteen...sixteen...

[Yes, that's a middle schooler.]

3--Werewolf Shenanigans

[Karin's practically at home in Bavan's park. It's a perfect area to jog around in. Even her new tail begins to wag at the very thought of coming up to the park. It's such a large pleasant area.

Wait. Is that ball? She's just going to try to catch it but it just bounces off her head.] Hey--watch where you're throwing that thing!

[She totally meant to do that.]

Wildcard; network option

So. Let me ask you a question: does anyone know how to get a treadmill in a place like this? Or something like that.

I need to keep my training regiment during the day.

Network Wildcard

[pastlanternlight]

im not sure what a treadmill is but if you describe it to me i should be able to point you
theres some big shops around here, especially in bavan, so id start there just as a general thing

alternately you can save up these weird coins we get sometimes and pay the horse guy at the end of the month to buy one from home
at least i think you could, i brought a tree with a house in it here from my world so i dont see why it wouldnt work for something smaller
just watch you dont mess up any quest he gives you or youll get the wrong thing

Wendy Corduroy | Gravity Falls

[orwhatever]

Scenario 1
[Since a non-ruined city makes a nice change from the oddpocalypse, Wendy is pretty relaxed about this weird new place she's arrived in, even with some less-than-friendly-seeming locals. She could kick ass if needed, but it doesn't seem to be--yet. Even the pamphlets are somewhat amusing, since she accepted them good-naturedly and is now leaning against a building, leafing through them and laughing at some of the more amusing ones.]

Bunyipyips? Werewolves? Axehounds? Geez, Mr. Pines should get some of these people to come up with new junk for the Shack.


Scenario 2
[Wendy grew up in the woods, and knows how not to get lost in them. She's even been making little arrows out of sticks and stones to show which direction she's going. That's part of why being lost right now is so dang frustrating, because she swears she was just in this same clearing ten minutes ago, but the little rock pile she made is not there, so it can't be.]

Ughhh, what?!

[Taking out her frustration by kicking a nearby tree stump, she looks up when she hears someone--or something--else in the forest.]

Who's there?

Scenario 3
[Horns had been cool, like super cool (even though they had hurt and itched like crazy at the time, and she wonders if they have hunting season here and if orange means the same thing as it does back home), and while weird as all get-out, hooves and legs that bend the opposite way was actually also kind of cool. In a freaky way.]

[Wendy hadn't thought much of the fog rolling in at first, until she remembered what 'fog' meant around here. She's hurrying back to safety when a funny feeling starts in her chest, like something heavy is sitting on it, or like she took way too big a bite of food and it's stuck. So she stops, ducking into an alley to lean against the brick wall and try not to throw up like it feels like she wants to. The radiating pain that shoots up her back and into her jaw really, really aren't helping with that either.]

What the--!

[And this is how, at all of fifteen years old, Wendy finds out exactly what it feels like when your heart stops and your body transitions to a new way of being... well, not alive, exactly.]

[Sensation comes flooding back in the form of pins and needles in all her limbs, and a deep hollowness in the pit of her stomach. But Wendy's just going to be there for a long while, silently freaking out at the fact that she doesn't have a heartbeat anymore and what the heck is actually going on and why do the people walking past the alley look tastier than a double cheeseburger right now???]

1

[mayitlastforeve]

[Naal would like nothing better than to just flee this town and... she doesn't even know. Everywhere there are humans, and in a way their relative lack of reaction to her appearance bothers her more than an attack would. As if she's just waiting for some veil to fall and all to turn against her.

But that tension, that uncomprehending worry, can't rule forever. One must eventually deal with the things that are rather than the things that should be. With her pile of wrinkled pamphlets, probably discarded by others more dismissive, she ventures to address this girl who dismisses the danger, if only to learn why.]

You laugh? They all sound formidable to me.

rei hazama ♥ doubt

[dolosa]

►►► scenario one.

[ It's really awkward to wake up in a place that you've never been in before. But what's more awkward is not being in control of the situation, and that disgusts her. Which is why she needs to turn things around and get more information. Which is why she takes the pamphlets willingly, to the point where she's carrying way too many.

She's really short (4'9") which means that the stack of papers is making her unable to see over her head, causing her to tumble across whomever is the first person she bumps into, causing her to tumble backwards and fall right on her behind. ]

—Kyaa! [ That definitely was A Thing. ] S-Sorry, I didn't— I didn't mean to... Are you okay? It was an accident, I swear. I'm really sorry!

►►► scenario four (werewolf)

[ Becoming a wolf was rather... ironic, really. She doesn't really mind, however. The hands that were padded, too big, and had claws, the pointed ears atop her head. The grays that made people believe that her head of hair was gray instead of purple.

Sigh.

But these monster hunters were definitely a pain, which is why she decides to ask the nearest, person, frantic, tears welling up in her eyes: ]

T-These guys... they're- they're coming after me. They said they wanted to kill me and I- I don't know what to do... [ Little do they know she plans on picking Betray. ]

►►► scenario rsdos network: < saimin shoujo >

I know there's a lot of chatter about 'gods' and alignment and death and all that kind of thing.
But is that the only thing that matters?
Thankfully, this network allows for anonymity, so if you have anything that you would like to get your mind off of to talk about or just outright vent, you've come to the right channel.
I can help ease your mind, if you like. But I make no promises in actually doing something. That just isn't in my job description. I'm one who helps people reach 'salvation', not a god or a wish granter.

<truebeliever>

[bystandering]

These people are just a waste of time.
None of this god business matters.
Do any of us deserve salvation?

Amy Pond || Doctor Who

[amypondtravels]

[1]
Amy's been a lot of strange places with the Doctor -- and without the Doctor, for that matter. Space Florida, the Byzantium, the moon of Gorgoror, and untold times, future and past on Earth. She'd been stuck, consumed, kidnapped, and separated from the Doctor and Rory more times than she could count, and this was just another one. Probably.

All she had to do was wait. So in the meantime, she observed.

A mixture of humans and... she wouldn't have called them humans but there were others with varying degrees of humanoid characteristics, ranging from being completely average looking with scales or horns to... well. Walking, talking rocks creatures among them. She closed the pamphlet that had been pushed into her hands, murmured a quiet "excuse me," and stepped out of one such creature's path down the street, and they passed by. If that didn't beat all.

Curiosity overtook her, and she stopped the next person (creature?) she was passing by. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, but do you have the time?" she asked, smiling pleasantly.


[2]
The city gave way to smaller, quieter neighborhoods, and eventually it all faded into quiet fields and forest. Forests had never been quite the same for Amy after getting lost in the Byzantium with Weeping Angels hot on her heels, but there was at least one thing about them that brought her a sort of comfort: the only water in the forest is the River.

She found herself lost quite easily -- or at least it seemed like she kept coming back to the same place. She knelt down at the fork in the path and looked around for a moment. There were rocks in the soil, if she collected enough, she could build a small cairn to mark where she'd been and which direction she'd already taken.

Probably should have done that to begin with. Better late than never. She could do with a sonic screwdriver right about now. (What for, she couldn't say, as it didn't do wood. But it was a right useful little tool, even if it didn't come with the Doctor attached.)


[3]
She'd been here too long, and this is what waiting was getting her.

First it was the teeth, which she could handle. No big deal, she'd lived through braces, she could live through her canines elongating. Vampire, they'd told her knowingly. Amy had seen vampires before, and they'd turned out to be space fish, so who really knew?

But she knew it had to be true when she started smelling the blood -- and not just spilled blood either, like at a slaughterhouse or a crime scene. She knew what it smelled like still in the vein. A human walking in touching distance was a temptation almost too great to resist. Even the tiniest, most delicate heartbeat called to her and she wanted to stop it. She needed to stop it, and feel the blood hot on her tongue.

God, it was gross to think about. But if she wanted to find Rory, or the Doctor, and leave, she would have to survive. She would have to succumb eventually.

one.

[viewtifuls]

"Eh?" The red furred manticore blinked at the girl who had stopped him. Well okay then why not. He glanced down at his V-watch--which did in fact, thankfully, tell the actual time like any good ol' watch--and snagged the time from it's face. "1:30. Why, you got somewhere to be?" he grinned cheekily.

There was no reason why she couldn't pass for a native. Joe wasn't the smart type to notice the flyers in her hands or one to always come when the calling for new arrivals crept its way into the system. Still, this was Vandare and most humans here currently hated monsters without remorse. She had to be desperate to ask him for the time.

His pink, leathery wings shuffled across his back where they hung folded loosely out of the way, shifting as he rolled his shoulders back and placed his hands on his hips. He had a ridiculously fluffy tail that swished sedately behind him once every other second. His eyes were bright yellow and contracted to slits in the daylight. One tip of a fang poked out from his lips as his smirked lopsidedly.

Despite his appearance, or maybe even because of it, he looked overall pretty harmless. It was either the too relaxed demeanor or the too fluffy appearance that did it. Maybe a bit of both.

He put his weight on one paw and waited for her response. He had nothing better to do today anyway.

Ellen Reid | Folklore

[exhorts]

two;
[ Getting lost isn't such a strange thing for her, not recently. Her head feels foggy from the flurry of activity, from the terrible things in Doolin and the Netherworld, to her arrival here and everything else. The looks she's been getting... They are so painful and familiar. It is difficult, even now, to convince herself not to shut away and run. That's what happens when things are too painful.

She hasn't run, per se. Merely...explored. And gotten lost. That's all.

The forest is pleasant to her, the quiet peaceful enough, even when she begins to feel antsy with how lost she's getting. Hadn't she just gone that way? Or...is she seeing things? There's chittering in the trees, like laughter, and she spins around in surprise. ]

Is someone there? Hello?

[ Are they faerys? Ellen peers around, seeing a shape moving in the underbrush. ]

Are you-- Are you a faery? Can you help me?


three; (shade)
[ It feels like...slipping away. Like reality is slipping through her fingers and she can't hold on to anything tangible. This isn't the first time she's felt this way but she is no less frightened. Ellen stumbles as she begins to feel the world give way, the color and vibrancy of the world seeming to dim in the fog of her vision for just a few moments. She doesn't feel sick. She almost wishes she did, so that she might know what's wrong.

But no, her very form is beginning to lose its luster, fading into darkness and mist even as her eyes brighten in the blackness of the night. She shivers as if feeling cold - or perhaps her very form is briefly wavering - and she struggles to hold herself together. ]

What's... What's happening?

[ She knew about the changes. They told her. But the experience itself is terrifying. She reaches out for anyone, anything, because everything else seems to be slipping away from her.

This isn't how death felt. This was so much worse. ]


four; (gargoyle)
[ To say Ellen has difficulty with conflict is an understatement. She wants to help, wants to be helpful to people. Turning into something so horrible is bad enough, isn't it? But now she's in a heap of trouble, and it's not the easiest thing to manage her newfound traits. The wings are long but cumbersome; the claws only make her look more menacing than she actually is. No matter the scales or the odd look she has now, she still looks far more like a frightened deer in headlights when people start coming after her, all because she frightened someone by being clumsy enough to bump into them.

It's just the sort of thing that would be blown out of proportion.

She's running as quickly as she can out of the outskirts of town, climbing haphazardly onto a roof and then into a tree as a few people pass by on their way to look for her.

But others find her first, yelling, some throwing stones. Others are getting weapons. ]

Please, stop! I didn't mean any harm!

[ Her voice comes out strained and she leaps from one tree to the next, trying to buy time, to get away... She looks like the most unfortunate monster in the world, even if the desire to do more wells up within her. She clamps claws over her pointed ears. ]

Leave me alone!!

[slides in real smooth] HELLO THERE and also 2

[headlining]

[He honestly hates these woods.]

[They sort of remind him of the Endless Corridor in the Netherworld. Just like that realm, the woods seemed an interesting place at first glance, but after running through them ad nauseam with little reward for his trouble, its potential charm was lost. The woods were a nuisance. And yet, he finds himself returning back to them, his curiosity too strong to be sated - what if, this time, he did find something? That would make his efforts worth it. Something had to be hiding out here that he could find.]

[He spends several minutes wandering the woods, eyes scouring for anything interesting - the sudden voice grabs his attention, though. Faerys? And that voice, so dreadfully timid, so familiar...]

[It couldn't be.]

[When he steps out to see her, she will realize, straight away, that the man in front of her isn't exactly the Keats she remembers. His appearance is drastically different, what with the long and vibrant white hair tied in a ponytail, the purple tint to his skin, and the scrawling spiraling tattoo covering the left side of his face. He's taller, too, with his legs and arms strangely proportioned - he looks a little stretched out.]

Ellen? [He stares at her for a shocked moment. His first inclination is that he, of course, is seeing things. He has to be. Ellen, here?]

...I'm not hallucinating you, am I?

[You know, just to make sure and all. He's been doubting his own sanity ever since he arrived to this forsaken place.]

Blue Link | LoZ Four Swords Adventures

[bombflowerblond]

(Scenario One)

[A young teen in a blue medieval tunic looks around.]

Red..? Fairy..?

[Blue had no idea how he got here, if it was from running into another bout with Vaati's dark winds, or a transport by the fairy gone wrong. He didn't like this, not at all. Was this place even still Hyru- WHERE'S THE FOUR SWORD!?!? AND ALL HIS OTHER STUFF?!?!?

All these strange people trying to hand him some weird papers didn't help and the blue hero quickly becomes fed up with the lack of answers and useless information. On the next person that passes him by, he catches them by the front of their clothes and shakes them.]

YOU! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE..?!?! Where did all my stuff go?!?

[SHAKE.]

---
(Scenario 2) - Lager Woods

[The Four Sword had to be around here somewhere! He was wearing that and his shield, there was no way he lost it like Red did!

Was walking into these woods a bad idea? Pssht... nah! But occasionally his pointed ears pick up faint laughter and it's annoying enough that he furiously turns and gazes around the area for the source.]

Hey...! Show yourself already!

---
(Scenario 3) - Manticore

[The fog rolls in and it happens fast. Whether Blue was warned of it or not, it doesn't prepare a newbie for the start of their monstrous transformation. A feeling of dread falls over him as his neck itches and his jaw slowly starts to crack and creak forward.]

Ghhh....!

[Claws break apart his nailbeds messily and painfully as his actual nails get shoved out of the way rudely. Then the teeth in his stretching jaw aches something fierce before they fall out one by one to make way for the mouthful sharpened fangs that still suit him quite well.

Both lengthened hair and new fur forms his new unruly mane, but it's only half-grown and not "kingly" looking. When Blue's eyes open again, his pupils contract and dilate to adjust to the available light, but they're definitely not round anymore. There's a throbbing ache in his bones as he stares at his claws.]

This... man you gotta be kidding me...

2

[godofnothingness]

[He can't help but join the laughing for a brief moment, with a demand like that. Especially not when Blue only bothers to look around near the ground.]

Maybe you ought to look a little harder mate, I'm not hiding! [the panda laughs, from up ahead in the trees.]

Justine Florbelle | Amnesia: The Dark Descent ; Amnesia: Justine

[beastlybeauty]

1

When she wakes up in the hospital (and it's different from the hospitals she's used to, though she's rarely visited them), Justine listens to what the doctors tell her. She washed up here, and she's going to turn into a flesh-eating monster. There's no way out.

She doesn't freak out. Instead, she just says, "Well, I'll need a place to live, won't I?"

No one jumps to let her stay with them, but already, the natives are piling her with gifts. She eyes them critically before accepting them, but when one doesn't quite meet her standards, she says in a honeyed voice, "Is that really the best you can do? I don't have anyone to turn to. Your hospitality is all that keeps me from starving." Her voice is such that it isn't clear if that's intended as a threat, but the implication hangs in the air anyway.

3 - Goblin

Justine sits alone in the corner, cradling a compact mirror in her hands and examining her face in it, now blue with black speckles across it. She resists the urge to paw at herself, but she holds the mirror so hard that her knuckles turn white.

If someone passes close, they might hear her murmur under her breath, "Still beautiful."

3 - Harpy

Justine has taken surprisingly well to her body modifications. She struts into a dance club, displaying a magnificent array of peacock feathers and glimmering blue wings on her back. She gets a glass of wine from the bar and she settles next to the nearest man she sees.

"Are you going to ask me to dance?" she asks with a charming smile, the sort of smile that's been used at many dances before.

4 - Merperson

They made a mistake to try hunting her near the water. They come with nets and fire. They did not think to bring earplugs.

Justine swims in the middle of the lake, the multicolored pattern on her body glowing under the water. When they come close enough, she starts to sing, the glowing lure growing from the back of her head and hovering just over her face bobbing gently. The hunters slowly lay down their arms, but they don't stop approaching. As she sings and smiles, they start to walk into the water.

4!

[goes_all_out]

She wasn't the only mer in the lake. Fiora had expected it to be an uneventful evening to go for a refreshing swim, but from underneath she saw the telltale flickering of fire. When she surfaced her fears were confirmed- a band of troublemakers pursuing a helpless woman. When she escaped into the water, Fiora relaxed, but when she started to sing and the men slowly began trudging in after her, she swam over to intervene.

"I think that's enough for now, don't you think?"

Chi-ang Wang | Moorim School

[swallowtails]

i.

[Waking up in an unfamiliar situation was... new. Chi-ang has been kidnapped many times before but to wake up already in a new place was a rare occurrence. Not to mention the fact that he was allowed to roam the town freely and woke up in a.. hospital, of all places. It was all very strange, and very confusing but he'll make through it somehow. He always does.

...though, it was already proving to be difficult. He was pretty injured before he arrived and not feeling much better despite waking up in a hospital. He yelled at the doctors to at the very least treat his wounds better if they were going to kidnap him, but stormed out before they even had the chance to so now he was.. limping around the city on a sore foot with a wrist bleeding through the heavy gauze wrapped around it. No cell phone either, which was stupid in his eyes because how else was he supposed to tell his mother or father to pay off the ones holding him hostage if he didn't have a phone?

Despite his sour mood, the locals didn't pause to try and help him out in hopes that he'd spare their lives. They handed him armfuls of pamphlets and pointed towards food establishments where he could get a free meal, and he replied to their kind gestures with a smile before heading towards that direction. But he doesn't get too far before he curiously starts looking through the pile in his arms -- where he sees a pamphlet titled "How to deal with being a Bear-trout!" He's not really one for myths or the occult or anything spooky like that, so that was something new to him.

He'll approach anyone who looks new with a shy smile on his face, and hold the pamphlet out for them to see.]

Excuse me! Is it true that a... [A pause, as he reads the cover over once more.]

"Bear-trout" actually exists? How can you eat a fish if it's covered in fur? [He seems earnestly curious about it..]

ii.

[Somehow, he's found himself lost in the woods. A situation he practically just got himself out of and really.. shouldn't have gotten himself into again. At least this time he has both of his shoes but really, what was a boy like him doing wandering around the woods without knowing where he was going?

Well, maybe the familiarity of being lost in a forest was weirdly comforting to him in a time like this. Being impossibly far from home, having to turn into a monster and eat human beings for no foreseeable reason.. it was a lot to take in and pretty hard to just sit back and accept. He argued against it in his mind, telling himself that Wang Hao's son wasn't going to be persuaded so easily, but there was always a doubt planted deep in there telling him that it was hopeless. He wanted to believe that his body could just fight back against turning into a monster but that was practically impossible, wasn't it?

So.. here he was, sitting in the foliage with his back leaning against a tree while he stared at a photo in his hand and felt sorry for himself. He didn't know which way he came from so he was in no hurry to leave.. though the sudden sounds of children laughing snaps him out of his pitiful state pretty quickly. With the idea that there might be someone nearby, he suddenly felt like he wanted to leave while he had the chance. So he gets to his feet and stumbles forward a few steps, calling out just to test the waters:]

Is someone there? Maybe... Ariel?

[He's frozen in place, despite the hopeful look on his face. He knows there's probably no way his friends were here with him so calling out "Ariel" probably wasn't going to get him anywhere... but hopefully the laughter belongs to actual children and not.. someone wanting to eat him.]

i.

[nanaharu]

[A man with blue skin and dark leaves in place of his hair turns to the source of the question. The question about fish is usually Haruka's field of expertise, but alongside familiar fish, there are some that he's never seen before.

The stranger should be concerned about other matters, and as should Haruka, but fish. Important stuff.]

You'd have to skin the fish.

[Though Haruka has yet to encounter any actual bear trout, that ocean is huge and intimidating, and he unfortunately transformed into something not made for swimming.]

But it'd probably taste like meat.

Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls

[nachofriend]

Scenario 1
<sub>[Well, well, well well well. He had had no idea how that spell was gonna work out, with what, you know, never having died before, but this? Never expected this. Could be some sort of irony to it, perhaps.]

[He's so much more... substance. So much more meat and blood and physical matter. There's a deep sort of throbbing, like a drum inside his body, and a low hiss ever-present all around him. It's almost overwhelming. The feelings aren't unfamiliar but so much more amplified. This in't him possessing some poor suckers' body - This is him, in his very own body, and he can feel his heart and his blood.]

[While he is very well repulsed at being trapped in such a frail vessel, there's probably some way for him to return to his old triangular self. He's done the impossible about twice by now so one more time shoulnd't be that big of a deal. Just got to get some idea of where he is and under what rules he's going to have to operate first.]

[But for now, let's take advantage of all the suckers showering him in offerings, trying to appeal to his good will. (He'll remember them.) Moving is an adventure all on it's own with everything being so slow and so heavy, but he makes it forward, accepts as many pamphlets and gifts as his measly human arms can carry.]</sub>

So, about when will these so-called horrific transformations start? I'm sure they'll be a blast!


Scenario 2
<sub>[Being hopelessly lost in a dense forest with nightfall swiftly approaching in a world inhabitated by several vicious monsters, all of which sustained themselves on various human sources (a species of which he unfortunately found himself to be part of) would make most people some level of nervous, ranging from apprehensive to all out panic.]

[But not Bill. When you've been around since the beginning of time, fear sort of stops being a concept, so he's strolling along the progressively darker path, his loud, shouty voice echoing off the trees.]</sub>

So is this what you humans call "a pickle"? Strange word for this sort of thing. I thought you liked pickles but I suppose you need to recycle some words considering your limited capacity for making or even just using new ones. Seriously the human vernacular is so limited, no wonder you misunderstand each other all the time.

_{[You will hear him before you see him.]}

2!!

[braidtrain]

[Hear him before you see him may apply to some people, but there's a girl with very good eyesight hanging in the trees who spots him first. And then she hears him and...oh boy. This guy is wordy.

He's also...vaguely familiar? Black and yellow theme, kind of annoying voice...but nah, it couldn't be. Ha ha ha if it were someone like him he'd probably be some short, ugly little imp or something! Not a tall, somewhat good looking guy. This guy is totally cool.

Lost though, which isn't surprising! These woods are basically the worst. So she'll hop down and approach him, doing her best to look non threatening despite the bird legs, arms for days and bright pink feathers covering her from head to toe.]

Hey there! Couldn't help overhear your "pickle", hehe. Need some help? I'm pretty okay at figuring this place out!

Joshua Bright | Trails in the Sky

[strayers]

Scenario 1

[Reading the pamphlets is certainly something of a shock. Of course, his own self-esteem has him believing that he's some sort of monster not worthy of love, but actually reading this as if being told to his face is something else. Part of him is scared, but his posture and his attitude is almost too calm for the situation. He's been made a puppet before, a killer, and he guesses it's no surprise for it to happen to him again. The only thing he ever asks is to never lose his lucidity again. Perhaps that might be much to ask considering what he's reading and the urges that monsters feel.]

At least it's nice they keep us informed, right?

[It's not optimism, but he's not going to be downright pessimistic about the situation either. That's what she would do if she were here.]

Scenario 4 (Demon)

[A demon, huh? Perhaps it's all too fitting for what he used to be as if his past came back to haunt him. A punishment for running away and believing he has no place by those who he loves. A sense of shame as if he felt his heart was literally being shown to the world around him. Part of him wants to be hunted, but part of him screams to live. Demons he knows have a unique power -- one of mind control. Something he's painfully aware of being a victim of it before.

However, for his own safety, to ensure his life he makes an attempt to use it on another to protect himself. So he goes intangible and takes over one of the hunter's bodies and drops the weapon the person was holding.]

Please, I don't want to hurt anyone. I understand you don't believe me, but I don't want to die here and neither do you.

[Because given his experience as an assassin he knows he'd win just by that alone. It's for their safety, not his.]

Why hello!

[merciless_savior]

[A demon. How appropriate indeed for the Black Fang! Too bad nobody here would have any idea about that, would they?

Well, almost nobody.

Of course he'd hear rumors of a certain boy who'd turned up in the more recent arrivals, but he'd kept his distance and watched and waited. Of course he'd make sure to get better tabs on what the boy was becoming before taking any action, and it struck him as remarkably fitting that such a carefully rebuilt and lethal creature might take after the likes of Gehenna. Look upon my works, ye mighty..

As Joshua possesses one of the hunters in an effort to save himself from their weaponry (it's certain they know their quarry well, at least by species), he might gradually become aware that he's not alone out here. There's at least one other monster, perched above comfortably, leathery wings a dark mantle. He's not that easy to spot but for the burning yellow-orange eyes. A demon as well? ..No, there's a long, reptilian tail. Gargoyle, perhaps.

But the voice..]

You don't really think they're going to let you go just because you ask nicely, do you? This rabble should be effortless for you to disperse, why do you hesitate?

Willard Stiles | Willard

[tearit]

1. Arrival

[Willard can't stop shaking. He's arrived the same way as the others, and been given the same confusing treatment, but the trauma and terror he left (that he inflicted this time, not felt, for once), as well as the messages and welcomes, have left him with one conclusion.

Everyone is being so nice to him, and this is amazing.

He offers nervous, twitchy smiles to anyone who slips a pamphlet into his hand, a thin, dark-haired man who looks like he's going to his own funeral in a suit that is out of fashion and worn-out. A bit of blood is visible on a collar that was starched and crisp at one point but is wrinkled and limp now, but everyone looks a little rough. It goes unnoticed by most, which is a relief to Willard. He has a secret that no one knows, and now he's fairly certain that no one will find out.

He's smiling for no particular reason, thinking of all the things he's free from rather than the things he now has to face. He's free from the prospect of losing his mother's house (it's my...), free from Mr. Martin (what's the matter, Tiger? Afraid of a little B L O O D?), free from Ben (tear it up.) He doesn't have to be a loser here. He doesn't have to be a milquetoast, or a slave, or a weak ninny.

It would only be better if Socrates could be here and share it with him.]

Th-... thank you.

[He makes a deliberate effort to speak more slowly, to make the giddy stammer of his voice a little steadier and more even. He is still awkward, nervous and riding the high of an extremely exhilarating murder. The smile does reach his watery blue eyes, but there's a feverish gleam to them that probably doesn't make the smile seem reassuring or kind.]

I'll be sure to read this. I'll read it carefully. You're really... really nice...

2. Lager Woods

[The trees seem to close in on him the faster he walks, long, loping strides turning into an awkward attempt at running. The laughter is what's driving him forward, the sounds twisting in an unsettled mind and mingling uneasily with thousands of memories of ridicule.]

You... you think I'm funny, huh? D'you want to come out and say it to my face, huh? Mr. Martin?

[It's not Mr. Martin, and in no way could it be Mr. Martin. They sound like children. But Willard's had his share of children's cruelty too. He feels like they stopped his soul growing, that it's stunted and fails to extend throughout all his long limbs to his fingertips and toes and stretching to his full, lanky, hunching height. They made a mouse of him instead of a man.

Well, not quite a mouse...]

I... I killed you before. I can kill you again. Come out! Come out, uh, tiger. I don't need them anymore, I fight... I fight my own battles now.

[A small shape flits by on a branch overhead. It looks like a rodent. A large one. Willard's voice grows shrill as his face blanches and drains completely of color.]

Ben!

3. Shade

[Willard has spent so much of his life feeling invisible, even wishing for it. It would mean that they couldn't laugh at everything that made him different, weird, weak. It would mean that no one could call or mock him. He wore dark clothes to work, parted his hair down the middle, made himself an inconspicuous cog in a manufacturing company to avoid the scraps and slurs that were supposed to end in childhood but just got more sneaky and vicious in the world of adults.

Now, it seems that he's finally getting his wish. It's terrifying in a fascinating way, and he stares into the mirror at eyes that glow and a form that scarcely manages to hold itself together.

He's coming apart at the seams, even as a monster, and it's fitting. He sees another monster in the daylight that's picking him apart bit by bit.]

Look, I'm... I'm one of you now. Finally. Does this mean that I don't have to be afraid of monsters anymore?

4. Arachne

[Willard embraced being a monster more than most. It meant being strong, powerful, feared, and respected. Unfortunately, it means some other things, too, and facing down a bully can go far now in ways that it couldn't when he was just a scrawny, worthless nothing wearing one of his dead father's cheap suits to work. Willard might not have an army of rats to tear apart his enemies now, but it hardly matters. He doesn't need them. The teeth, claws, and horrifying speed of an arachne make up for that tidily.

He's not going to run. He's sick of running.

He turns toward, them, fanged grin fixed and manic on his pale face.]

Wow, all of you... all of you came. Just to be with me. Thanks so much for the fantastic... fantastic turnout.

[More than came to Mother's funeral.]

3

[samuraiprosecutor]

[The shade makes a pitiable picture. Edgeworth frowns, brows pulled together over his dark sunglasses.]

No, it doesn't.

[He approaches slowly, giving the other monster enough time to pull back if his presence is not welcome. When he's close enough he lifts his parasol and holds it forward as much as he dares, offering the shade some of his own shade.] Here. It looks like you need this as much as I do, at the moment.

Judai Yuki | Yu-Gi-Oh! GX

[gentle_darkness_duelist]

Scenario 1

[Waking up in a strange hospital bed was startling for anyone, but Judai was more terrified to find that his things were missing. Usually, the young man would be carrying a red duffle bag on his back, filled with some food, a sleeping back, his laptop and a couple of CDs, but when he walks out of the hospital into the fresh(?) streets of Bavan, he's only got the clothes on his back. Every now and again, he'd check his pockets, gritting his teeth as he tried to comprehend it wasn't there. A deck was part of a duelist's soul and their duel disc an extension of their arm, to not have either things made Judai feel vulnerable.

Though he didn't really show it on the outside. How could he, with everyone flocking to him? Judai has no issue with haters, so it's more the people trying to get on his good side. As much as he tries to be nice, as his ams get filled up, he feels a little overwhelmed.]

I don't want to know all those unnecessary things! [Judai's loud voice belts out from the crowd of locals trying to get his attention, the brunette failing to realise that any of the information they were sharing shared any relevance.] Look, I appreciate it guys. all I want to know where my cat is. Small, fat, got darker brown stripes, occasionally lets a gold orb out of its mouth. Anyone? Anyone see him?

[He quickly hurries out before the can actually answer and begins speeding down the streets. The cat would be with his bag... and his stuff.]

Ugh... Pharaoh! Where are you? Daitokuji-sensei? Neos?

[... Why... why does he suddenly feel really empty now?]

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[Scenario 3: Manticore]

[Vandare wasn't as nice as Bavan, but since Judai didn't have anywhere else he was staying, the man was happy to just loiter around the streets, looking for the most fun a guy his age can have legally. It's been pretty sweet, and even though he really does feel like he should be looking for a way to reconnect him with the spirits of the world -as well as his other half- Judai figures a few days of rest would be nice. He's heard about fogs and he's heard about how monsters transform gradually, so he feels like there's nothing to worry about.

Which is precisely one evening, as he was walking to go find dinner, his first transformation hits him quickly and mercilessly.]

RHHHRRGHHHHH! [Judai suddenly just collapses face first, gasping out as the pains of a first transformation pulse through him. He doesn't have much time to comprehend what was happening- to beg anyone for help. Oh hell, this was excruciating - before it was. The first thing he noticed was his was becoming more muscular, and Judai struggles to get back onto his feet as his legs thicken, torturing the nerves down there. His arms stretch themselves out so they became more longer and adept for four-legged travel, while all over his body, the tendons and ligaments practically bulge out of his body, pushing his skin to bursting point. His clothes painfully cut into his body, and the well-made sleeves of his Osiris Red jacket made him grimace.

And when Judai thought that was all that was happening, he'll start coughing violently, like he was going to vomit. What comes out of his mouth is blood...

And some human teeth. URk......]

1!

[fairlycapable]

[The spider looks like someone who walked right out from a gothic duelist's deck, or perhaps someone in the pro-leagues with a penchant for costuming. As she walks, the crowd parts; while Judai is human enough that even the extreme hate from the last group of arrivals can be cast aside, Yuuri is far from it, though she does her best to put that out of mind.

Instead, as she passes near Judai the woman turns-blinking her eight eyes at the other and changing course.] You...

...Have you just arrived, sir?

diego brando | jojo's bizarre adventure (steel ball run)

[raptorcious]

scenario one.
[Diego has generally looked at most of the help being offered to him with an extreme degree of skepticism. Especially once he confirmed that no one here had ever heard of him before. (Something that seemed relatively impossible prior to now.) This isn't to say that he turns away some of it though. Having some quick access to food and shelter is not such a bad thing, but that doesn't mean he doesn't question their motives. They sure as hell aren't doing it out of the goodness of their hearts. Even if they knew him, he wouldn't believe this to be truly charity. They'd get something out of it one way or another. So what were they after?]

[Of course, it doesn't take too long for Diego to put the pieces together. He notices fairly quickly that not everyone here is quite so quick to be a sycophant and when he asks, he's handed a bundle of pamphlets to look over. A direct answer would have been preferred, frankly, but if this cuts to the chase without having to listen to a nervous attempt in explaining, he'll take the pamphlets to read over seated on a bench, helmet resting in the spot beside him to discourage any immediate company.]

[Diego concludes his reading with a scoff, tossing the pamphlets aside. Diego stands up, tucking his helmet under his arm, and mutters under his breath,]

People who uselessly try to buy mercy like that...

[It's disgusting and obscenely pathetic. They have no pride to speak of anymore when they start bootlicking like that. Diego will let happen what will happen, neither looking to hunt them down specific or intentionally spare them in the future if they don't have the wits to stay out of his way. As for the others who are noticeably looking at Diego with disdain? Well, Diego will be keeping track of them a lot more closely than the ones trying to kiss up. They might need to watch their backs before Diego's even started to transform.]

[mayitlastforeve]

[She'd really like to think that she has better judgment than to talk to the sort of person who she finds muttering to himself about the uselessness of mercy, but... here she is.]

Useless? Isn't that the normal way of things? The weak make themselves of use to the strong in order to survive?

Korra | Legend of Korra | Scenario 1

[bent_the_world]

[This is crazy.]

[It seems like an understatement, really. Korra's used to what most people would consider 'crazy'. It's a very valid descriptor for her usual life. She's saved the world enough times that the number is 'more than one', she discovered when she was sixteen that she was the Avatar because of an ancient powerful spirit that lives inside of her, she's been a giant powerful spirit, she's been hunted by extremist terrorists...]

[Crazy things are normal. But this? This is beyond anything she's ever even contemplated. Between the waking up suddenly where she had, how she had, and without her bending to the weird behavior of the natives and these pamphlets they kept pushing on her.... what in the name of every Avatar before her was going on?]

'Fur, Feathers, And Other Natural Changes'? 'Eight Legs Are Easier Than You Think'? What...?

[She stands on the sidewalk and frowns down at the titles, as though they're just gibberish. They might as well be. She needs to get back to Republic immediately. If she's not there.... The threat that's been left looming back there sends chills down her spine.]

[She doesn't have time for whatever this is. Wacky monster land peninsula prison, as far as she can tell. It's like some crazy nightmare - she's had some pretty bizarre fever dreams, none of this would have been out of place - or a ridiculously elaborate prank. Possibly involving drugging her with powerful hallucinogens.]

[Except all her senses are telling her it's entirely real. She makes another fruitless attempt at bending, dropping into a crouch and willing the stone to crack in the sidewalk in frustration and distress, but she only looks like a crazy lady attempting some weird, aggressive martial arts demonstration on a city street.]

[electricyousei]

[Ruri clears her throat behind the crazy lady, shrugs and responds in her usual deadpan way]

"I think you missed the bug you were trying to squish."

Liquid Snake | Metal Gear

[saveyourserpent]

[scenario 1]

Liquid walked down the street, arms full of these pamphlets he'd had shoved at him. He kept the actually useful-looking ones at the bottom of the pile; after dealing with the sudden shock of finding himself here rather than dead, he really needed a laugh.

It was strange how friendly the locals were. Clearly, they wanted him to spare them or something, but just the mere fact of them being nice seemed so bizarre. Except, of course, for the ones that stared at him like they knew in a good few months' time he'd be wanting to tear them apart or something. Hell, he kind of wanted to do it already just for looking at him funny. Or, at least, kick their asses. He could. He totally could.

But, instead, he just peered at the pamphlet he was reading.

"I can't believe someone actually published this, joke or not."

[scenario 2]

Okay, so maybe Liquid's big forest adventure hadn't been the best idea. He'd just been going out for a walk, really, a nice little hike, and it wasn't like he got lost out of inexperience or something. He'd absolutely been going the right way. It just happened to suddenly turn into the wrong way at some point and it wasn't his fault.

At least he wasn't alone here, he discovered, after a good bit of backtracking that went nowhere.

"Ah, good. I was beginning to think I was going mad."

[scenario 3 - Naga]

Liquid Snake was turning into a snake.

It was the only explanation; his tongue had split into two and he was pretty sure he was growing fangs.

No, wait, he was definitely sure he was growing fangs, as one just pretty much stabbed him in the lower lip. He opened his mouth, probing at the new, longer teeth with his now-forked tongue.

He had to laugh, even as the first few changes occurred. Turned out his codename wasn't just that, huh?

"Maybe I should've expected this," he muttered, speech slurring a bit as he tried to get used to the changes in his mouth.

[scenario 4 - Naga]

Getting the hell out of here was the second thing on Liquid's mind.

When he fought, he tended to use all of his limbs, and now that the bottom two were fused into one big snake... thing, it was really throwing him off. Punching was difficult when his balance was off, and kicking was right out. Attacking with his fangs worked fine with singles and smaller groups, but these hunters seemed to know better than to travel alone.

Well, at least he was fast. He didn't go far, though; he practically ran into someone else. Someone like him, someone who'd be pursued just as much. One monster might not be able to take on the hunting group, but two?

"No point in running, eh?"

[?]

[Or, he could simply be wandering around, in any state of change.]

2

[gentle_darkness_duelist]

[Judai admits readily he's not the best at directions, but after being on the road for a couple of years, he would have hoped he improved somewhat. Of course, no luck there, but at least he's not lost in these damned woods by himself. The brunette flashes a smirk at Liquid when he's spotted]

Glad I'm able to bring some sanity to someone's day. Got lost on the way to Bavan too, buddy?

Isadora Smackle | Girl Meets World

[geniusiq]

SCENARIO ONE

[It isn't uncommon for Smackle to find herself in unfamiliar or unsettling surroundings. She tends to avoid human contact even on the best of days. And yet, gathering information here means that humans are unavoidable. Unfortunately, humans are rather less than helpful more often than not. They're full of doom and gloom, without much of a scientific breakdown of this apparent plague. How is anyone going to solve a scientific problem without taking a scientific approach? It's all quite lazy, honestly. Apparently, this will have to be an interview project.

She approaches the first monster she sees, hands covered in latex gloves to curtail the risk for skin-based contamination.]

Pardon me. I am attempting to collect some data with regards to this peninsula's contagion. Would you be willing to answer a few questions?



SCENARIO THREE - TROLL

[By the time the infection spreads to her, she can hardly say she's surprised. It's manifested itself as a roughening of her skin, cracks appearing in the stoniest places, with a sparkle of gold glittering under her eyes and along her collarbone. She's been able to avoid it for the most part. Scientists ought to be as impartial as possible, after all. It wouldn't do to get caught up in the hysteria that's so common to everyone else.

And yet... Out on the streets of Bavan, perhaps there's time for a small indulgence. She stops in front of a storefront mirror, adjusting her collar and tilting her head slightly. The glitter changes as she shifts her figure in faint motions. It's pleasing to the eye, private vanity in a public place. She assumes it will go unnoticed; she doesn't intend to let it go on for very long.

Is it very wrong to be delighted by such developments? She hopes it isn't the incorrect response.]

one - /squishes your face

[bravejemma]

Ah.

[She glances back at the girl, latex gloves and all. For a moment she nearly answers no, turns to go, but there's something about her that makes Jemma stop. She's clearly more advanced than most teens, and something about that reminds Jemma of... well, herself.]

Yes, of course.