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.

Comments

[mayitlastforeve]

[Naal was smaller than most. If she'd been his age she might have been even taller, but as an adolescent she wasn't much bigger than a human child, and she staggered back even at the glancing collision. It was strange having feeling in her limbs again, too, and she was even less steady for it, barely keeping her feet.

A warning glare climbed to his face, unafraid, but her eyes widened when she saw his ears and the hostility drained away.]

You're a light elf...

[That was all she said, while her mind worked. What did it mean? Was he also from her world? Or were there others of their kind here?]

[dragoon_pride]

Because all of it sounds so ridiculous. I'm a human, not some foul monster.

[Kain clutches his spear more tightly as he warily eyes that... that monster who's approaching him. Its shape is grotesque, and the fact that half of it seems quite human makes the whole sight of it especially disturbing. He's prepared for an attack at any moment, unable to keep his eyes off of those arachnid legs...]

What sort of abomination are you, anyway?

[godofnothingness]

Fair enough. [He peers over at the pamphlets.] Let's see...

...There we go-bear!

[...It's broad daylight how is he not asleep then.]

Siegfried | Fate/ (Apocrypha, Grand Order)

[dragonfelling]

1.

[It was a small wound that didn't impede his escape from the hunters – easy enough to hide on his way back to the inn, and the staff had been gracious enough to attend to it. Yet the sight of the bandage on his arm still ate at Siegfried.

He’d been pretentious to think that here – in a new form, in a new land – he would remain impervious to harm. His skin was still darkened as it was the day he’d bathed in Fafnir's blood, and the discoloration on his back where it didn't reach still remained, but clearly its protective effects were gone.

Even those who would welcome and shield him did so with fear and apprehension in their eyes. With all the strife his presence caused, things would be better with one less arrival. If he could just slip away, just cease to be–

No. Being granted a second life didn’t come easily. In his final moments, he'd sworn to live not for others, but rather for the justice he believed in, and he would be a fool to abandon that resolve now. A hero, capable of what other men were not – that’s what he had been hailed as ever since the first time he held a sword, and surely even without one in his hands, that wouldn't change. Perhaps he could resist the transformation, or at least its darker effects. He could still fight.

Luckily for him, it seemed he wasn't alone in this dingy back room. Either the wary folk at the inn recognized the need for support and camaraderie even between those would cease to be human, or they figured it'd be best for them if they turned on each other first. Regardless, he was thankful to have company in the same dire straits, and the least he could do was reach out.]

Are you well?

[ranoscion]

[His eyes had to travel down a ways before they caught sight of the young girl, and he stepped back quickly to avoid intimidating her with his height.
A child! Caught up in this mess??
He hadn't seen any races other than Coastals, so this girl must be a foreigner as well.
What was it that she called him?
A 'Light Elf?']

Huh? No, I'm not an elf, I'm-

[He started to correct her, but the look in her eyes after her statement made him stop, and he felt guilty for scaring her, even if it was by mistake.]

Uhm, nevermind. Are you new here too?

[He attempted to strike up a more casual conversation rather than drudge up an undoubtedly heavy subject from this girl's homeworld.]

[mayitlastforeve]

[It wasn't that she was afraid. It was simply that in a sea of the unfamiliar, he was very slightly less alien. If anything she was less cautious than she would have been.]

Yes. I just... [Died? She didn't know. She should be dead, according to everything she knew.] Arrived.

What are you, then?

[ranoscion]

[How was he supposed to answer that?
He was a lot of things, but none of those titles mattered in this placd.
He wondered just how different the other arrivals' worlds were from his own. Perhaps nothing he said would mean anything to her.]

That's, uh...complicated. I suppose the simplest answer would be "Draconian," though I can't seem to use any of my magic...

[For a moment, he looked down at his hand, hoping for even a spark, but there was nothing.]

This place is confusing...

[He stopped himself again, seeming to realize something. He then offered a slight bow.]

Ah, actually, I apologize. I should introduce myself. My name is Drakious Ranokin.

kicks down this door a week late (1)

[imperialpredation]

[Yuri's trying to pick up a little information himself, though he learnt very quickly that the locals were no more than useless sycophants parroting what they thought to be correct. Some of it was quite funny, really, but the same joke only works well a handful of times before it goes dry.

The sudden shouting tempts him into at least looking over to see if he might get some fleeting entertainment before continuing on his way, but as the familiar shade of red catches his eye, he pauses. It couldn't be...

It's not a soldier he recognises, sure, but red soldiers don't tend to make themselves memorable. The arrival of another from Academia could bode in his favour, though, and it's for that reason he approaches the boy, boots meeting the ground in clipped, slow steps.]

Unless I'm much mistaken, you're one of ours, aren't you?

[imperialpredation]

[Oh, he's already giving that one of his light giggles.]

Please, don't be so dull. You were on quite a roll of comedy there.

[electricyousei]

"Here? Here where we are? It is up for debates, there is a mayor but they seem rather ineffective, there are gangs that are out to kill people, but they tend to not be very cooperative. Here this world? They say gods are but they tend to view us more as toys. Here right in this place between the two of us. Sure, I'll take that. Go do the thing you need to do I guess."

[Ruri shrugs a bit, this is all very out of the norm of things but eh, she'll run with it for now.]

Hatori Chise | The Ancient Magus Bride

[unwantedgirl]

I.

[This wasn't the village they lived near. Nor was it London. In fact, Chise was fairly certain she had never seen the likes of this place before in her entire life. Nothing felt right about it. There was an empty feeling in her chest that she couldn't quite place and she felt more alone than she had since before Elias had bought her. She couldn't feel Ruth; she couldn't feel their neighbors. Nothing.

She was all alone.

Except for, of course, all of the people milling about trying to hand her things.

A dizzy feeling swept over the girl as people spoke to her and at her from every direction, her head swimming as she attempted to make some sense out of what people were talking about. Several papers had been handed to her and she clutched them to her chest like a lifeline, pressed against the protective necklace she wore as she tried to find her way out of the crowd.

She eventually did and sank down to sit right on the edge of the sidewalk, letting out a soft sigh. That..was not fun. Crowds just weren't fun for her at all.

Realizing she was still clutching the pamphlets, Chise slowly relaxed her grip as she lowered them into her lap and read over a few of the titles. A confused frown marred her expression at some of the things they said and well, frankly she didn't know what any of it meant. The young girl lifted her head to look around, hoping--no, praying in a way--that she would see a familiar face now that she was out of the crowd.

But there was nothing. And worse yet was the fact that she suddenly realized she how powerless she felt, something she was not use to at all. A fear unlike anything Chise had ever really known gripped her and she stood quickly, ignoring the pamphlets as they fell to the ground. She didn't have time to be considerate and pick them up again.

She needed to find Elias.]


III. Faerie

[Once she'd be told the entire story of this strange place, Chise had found herself calming down quite a bit. There were still many things left unanswered but those would come in time. Right now she needed to focus on preparing herself and trying to find some way to ward off the magic that would take hold of her come the fog.

Not that it was actually magic but, to her, that's what it seemed like.

Without her powers and connections to the faeries Chise was useless. Sure, Elias had given her some training but it wasn't enough to do anything in this place. There was something far darker at work, a power that Chise didn't understand nor did she want to.

She just wanted to get away from it.

Unfortunately she was no better off than anyone else, though, and a month after her arrival in Ryslig the fog rolled in. She had been in the graveyard outside of Bavan hoping to catch sight of her familiar when it happened and the girl knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. The fog crept around her feet and slowly seemed to grasp at her, sending an odd sensation through her. Her entire body shook as a strange sort of...well, it seemed like magic but it was hard to say what it was exactly, swept through her and a throbbing sensation took hold of each of her limbs. Her eyes clenched shut as she bit back a pained sound, a hand coming up to cover her mouth as she willed herself to be strong. Elias would have been ashamed of her if she wasn't strong. She could handle this. She could handle whatever this place had to--

Another throb pulsed through her limbs and she felt sink to her stomach all of a sudden as what felt like her bones and flesh where stretched and slowly reshaped. She stumbled back a few steps but her legs would only work so long before giving out, forcing Chise to the ground with her back to a tombstone. The throbbing sensation coursed through her entire body now as her limbs grew longer and thinned themselves out, her back starting to ache just as badly. And it itched. Oh did it itch. She scrambled to try and get her jacket off, eyes cracking open as she heaved in a few breaths when she realized she wasn't breathing.

Keep calm. Keep calm, Chise.

Elias voice echoed through her head and she tried to follow those instructions he'd given so many times before but the feeling of her flesh tearing on her back tore a muffled scream from her. Wings began to force themselves out of her back and through the material of her sweater, the fabric shredding as blood seeped down her back to give way for the pale green appendages that slowly began to unfurl once they had the room to do so. Chise hunched forward as the pain of sitting against the tombstone became too much and her fingers slid into her hair as now her head began to ache; drumming as though something was pounding at her skull with a hammer.

What happened next she was unsure of, the young girl blacking out when the flesh of her head gave way to two new appendages. She fell to her side as she gave in to unconsciousness, her long, fluffy brown antenna unfurling slowly as her wings spread out on either side of her like a blanket.

How ironic that she'd become the very thing she had relied on so much at home.]

[neversurrender]

[The fact is, it had all been a misunderstanding. Steve had been drawn by the scent of blood on the air which lead him, not surprisingly, to a corpse. Much of the meat-no the person-had been had been eaten and not very long ago.

But before Steve could put some distance between himself and the body the hunters had found him and well, now here they are. It's not as if they would have given him a chance to explain.

Now Steve is pushing himself to pick up speed, the footsteps of his pursuers loud in his ears. He notices a brightness streaking through the blackness of the night out of the corner of his eye, coming down in his direction. Fire. He is so surprised that he falls to a stop, staring at the flames, and more importantly, at the men on the opposite side yelling out obscenities.

Steve spots her on the rooftop above moments before the hunters do, but not soon enough. The hunters are already preparing their guns to fire up at her. Instead of making his escape he stays rooted to the spot and yells out to her.]

Duck!

[He can't let someone get hurt for trying to help him.]

[neversurrender]

[Steve is finally able to pull himself away from his welcoming crowd after accepting a handful for pamphlets and assuring the natives that he will read each of them and can find his way from here.]

Thank you very much. I'll take it from here.

[He takes a few steps backwards, waving at the natives as they disperse. It's only when he hears his name that he turns around and freezes. After months of searching, relying on Sam's contacts and using every spare minute he had where he didn't have to deal with Avengers business, all of it coming to nothing, and now here he is.

Steve almost misses the fact that Bucky had said his name, not as a stranger would when making sure they have your name right, but with recognition. His gaze scans the man over, taking in the differences absentmindedly, his gaze almost immediately returning to Bucky's eyes.]

Bucky? [His tone is tinted with disbelief.]

I've been looking for you. [He doesn't know why he says it. It's just that he feels like he needs to say it. He needs Bucky to know that he hasn't given up on him.]

[neversurrender]

[While he tries to be polite as possible the fact is that Steve is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with every pamphlet that is forced on him. The one titled "Alternatives to Human Flesh" especially gets a raised brow, but the others are just as disturbing. What is this about people turning into monsters?

The moment he hears Natasha's familiar voice rising over the voices of the crowd he feels immediate relief. She's someone familiar, someone he trusts to help him make sense of what is happening.

He turns in her direction, smiling openly, and freezes. Her face is still familiar, more or less, but everything else...

People turning into monsters. Right. And here is the proof.

Steve takes a breath and takes a step closer, his body language radiating uncertainty but also determination. He's dealt with magical objects, mythological gods, and aliens. He can handle his friend becoming part spider.]

Well...it's a little on the nose, don't you think? [His lips curl up into a half smile.] Black Widow.

[hearthebell]

[L draws breath just to sigh. That's really the only purpose for it now, other than speaking. Otherwise, when silent and at rest, L looks just as still and dead as he did after Rem wrote his name.

With no pulse beating under his clothes except for the false one crafted by Hiro, a death note probably wouldn't even affect him at this point. He has little to fear from Light at the moment and knows how his part in their story ended, but that being said... he still finds the younger man's presence exciting, for reasons he can't fully explain or define. When L can't explain or define something, that's obviously troubling.]

Light, do you remember following Higuchi's arrest in the helicopter, when you suggested sending the notebook to the lab for analysis? I told you that we both knew the notebook was beyond science. That's true here as well. It's outside of where we're from even more than the world the Shinigami came from, and religion and the paranormal are real enough here. You're here because a god decided to bring you, just as I am. There are several, and they are at war.

[betheshield]

[This is the second time she has saved someone with fire just to have them stop running because they were concerned for her or someone else's safety. Maybe she should just start swooping down and grabbing people that run from mobs. That seems less complicated.]

Run! ['You bleeding idiot' narrowly avoids being tacked on because she needs to duck now. Too late, she realizes the voice sounds a little familiar. It's probably her imagination, but her ears instinctively flare towards the voice anyway, escaping cover, and a bullet runs through one.

She curses and holds a hand over her wounded ear, now bleeding down her neck. Minor wound, her hearing will be fine, but it makes her look like someone shot her in the head.

She stands again to shoot out another jet of fire over the street before jumping off the building and flying. She twirls in the air, plummeting and suddenly swooping upward over and over so she's harder to aim at, and she flies over the werewolf. Maybe they will start running now that she's leaving the scene too.]

[neversurrender]

[Despite her command he stays rooted in the spot making sure that she does indeed duck. He's not sure what he could do to help her, with the fire blocking him off from the hunters and her all the way up on the rooftop of the building. He might be able to climb up, but probably not quickly enough to push her out of the way of any on-coming bullets.

When a bullet goes manage to get her he lets out a growl and prepares himself to start scaling the building anyways. It's hard to tell in the dark but that bullet seemed too close to her head for comfort and he can smell her blood on the air.

But just as he's about to start climbing she leaps off the roof, proving that nothing vital was hit at least. But he still can't resist calling out to her just in case.]

Are you alright? Where did they hit you?

[songoftimeandtimeagain]

[Link is a little taken aback by the sudden laughter. He blinks in surprise, not really sure what to make of it until he starts elaborating. At the mention of Shadow Link he frowns suddenly visibly stiffening. He'll definitely want more information on that later, but as the other Link continues, some of the tension in his shoulders fades.

At the end of Blue's explanation Link tilts his head to the side, with mild surprise.]

Oh. So you can't breathe underwater then?

[It's just...the blue tunic. He'd been assuming.]

[godofthemachine]

[None of this sounds particularly new to AM. Some of the newcomers take this new information a bit more lightly, and others react more strongly. At least this one doesn't hold back on exactly what he thinks of AM, though. That's refreshing, to say the least.]

You're not the first to make that astute observation, my dear.

[He resumes circling the human, stopping after about another ninety degrees.]

And I always say the same thing: What truly is the difference between a human and a monster?

[AM maintains watching the human, waiting for him to strike, waiting for him to do something. The tension and fear thickens the air. A perfectly easy target... Lucky for him, AM had already fed not too long ago.]

[betheshield]

[It's a good thing there aren't any telepaths around, because Peggy is swearing a blue streak in her head.]

Oh you bleeding--

[The insistence to make sure she's okay at the detriment to his health reminds Peggy very vividly of someone, but she quickly pushes that to the side because there are people with guns chasing them and Peggy is screwed if they turn her wings into Swiss cheese. She is also not willing to leave the noble moron behind. She's already gotten shot for him so it'd be a shame to let that go to waste.

Instead of flying away, she suddenly takes a steep dive, reaching out her clawed hands to grab the werewolf and carry him off like a hapless deer, except unlike the deer, she doesn't intend to eat him.]

[neversurrender]

[A few bullets whiz past the both of them and it's enough to finally get Steve moving. He starts running again while managing to stay right below her. It might be easier for them to lose the hunters if they split up, but he didn't want to leave her while she's wounded, especially when he doesn't know how badly hurt she is.

He lets out a yelp of surprise when she dives down and grabs him up by his furry shoulders. Luckily, he doesn't have a fear of heights, but the sudden jolt of going from touching the ground to being airborne leaves him a little winded.]

Uh...thanks. But it wasn't necessary. I'm probably slowing you down, aren't I?

[nachofriend]

_{[Time and time again it's a disappointment to realize Bill can't tell if it's familiar right away. He has all this infinite knowledge but without a form to match and keep up the speed, it's a real challenge not to mention a hassle to slog through all this information and all these memories to find what he needs. The humans are lucky they don't know any better, they'd be driven insane by the slowness of their own brains.]}

Of course! _{[He actually has no idea who it is. He would know, but in this sorry state it would take him weeks to remember. Let's change the subject.]}

I reckon you'll have no problem once those cannibalistic urges set in, huh?

[cryogenics]

[Bucky swallowed, nodding. He just barely resisted the urge to pull Steve into a hug. He didn't know if he should, no matter how much time he'd spent with Steve here and how many times he'd been shown that Steve didn't hate him.]

I know. I've heard from everybody. [And Steve himself. The other Steves.] You found me. [Or, more appropriately, Bucky found him.] Are you okay?

[neversurrender]

[Steve would definitely be receptive to a hug. In fact he's fighting down his own urge to grab hold of Bucky and hang on tight. But he doesn't know how much he has remembered, or if Bucky would feel comfortable with the contact.]

Everybody? [His brows raise in surprise.] Who else is here?

[He huffs out a breathy laugh. Is he okay? He's really not sure how to answer that.] I'm better now that there's a familiar face around. Those people, they were trying to help but I think I'm more confused then ever.

[betheshield]

For all I know, you'd just stop to help some-- [But she doesn't finish the sentence, because his voice is near her ear now and she knows why it's familiar. She readjusts her arms, twisting her neck at an awkward angle to check the werewolf's face, and of course she can recognize him under all the fur. It's the eyes. She'd never forget them.]

Steve?

[She has a few choice words for this occasion, but she has to twirl mid-air because she hasn't moved in the air enough and the mob is still aiming for her.]