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

Sho Minamimoto | TWEWY

[piphilologize]

[Scenario 1]
[ For all that Minamimoto wants to become the Composer of Shibuya, its de facto god, he could accept the setback of a new world and the way his frequency is severely attenuated. This unprecedented and temporary bout of tolerance has nothing to do with how the last thing he remembers is the vending machine that crunched him into the pavement. Nope. Not a bit. He's cool with his long laid plots being put on aside for now so he can work this new angle.

Getting his bearings and gathering information comes first. Some of it is in pamphlet form, but then some in a more physical form, too. The latter had been when he'd gone down the wrong isolated alley, coming across someone that took severe exception to him. Now, though, Sho's currently casually sprawled on a bench as he alternates between people-watching and enjoying the literature about transformations.

Oh, and cannibalism. Now there's something he's never done before.

The most frustrating part is how he'll have to take his time while figuring out where he's going with this. He's just so zetta slow, too slow and weak for his tastes. Then again, there's a guy that got his head bashed to a bloody pulp with a garbage can in an alley a few blocks back, so someone else was having a worse day. That puts it in perspective. ] Heh heh heh, this is gonna be a zetta good time.

[ This might not be the right response to "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)." ]

[Scenario 2]
[ This is not the world that Minamimoto had been designed to thrive in. It's never been more apparent to him than tonight that he's defined by by the rush and crush of city life, and that he is entirely out of his boundary conditions. And there are trees to the nth power out here.

Sho's lost among too many trees in a bad way, and he's sure that something's gone sideways. There's only one saving grace, that it's got the feel of a game. (Escape the woods or be erased. You have until XX:XX. It's not of the caliber he'd assign.) There has to be a solution here, and he keeps an eye out for some kind of significance to features that he's sure he'd passed by earlier. Maybe when he derives the solution, he'll even get rewarded with a chance to snap the neck of whatever was giggling. ]

How I need a drink, alcoholic in nature...

[ He stalks through the woods, firmly ignoring the periodic trip or slip as if there hadn't been a miscalculation at all. ]

...after the zetta factoring trivial conundrum set is won-- huh.

[ He lost the flow, but only because his eye catches movement. Time to go seek some answers. ]

2

[leggierissimo]

[Joshua's sense of direction is just as easily muddled in this place as anyone else's. Luckily for him, he can escape by going up. Following paths can lead you in circles, but going up only has one possible outcome. And that's why he sticks to the tree limbs, as opposed to the ground.

Being up high also gives him a distinct advantage, in that he can see, hear and smell anything or anyone going by beneath him. And there's a distinct scent, one he shouldn't recognize but does anyway, though that association may be helped along by the mathematical droning that accompanies it.

Hm. Interesting turn of events.]

Ah, and here I thought I'd thoroughly squashed you. Though, I suppose it's difficult to completely get rid of a cockroach.

[The voice comes from up high, in a nearby tree branch, as Sho wanders beneath it. He won't drop down from his perch, of course. It's safe up here.]

[piphilologize]

[ That voice.

Nothing could gain Sho's focus more intensely, attention drawn up towards the branches. What he sees throws him off entirely and his thoughts briefly skid to a crashing halt, though his mind clambers out of the metaphorical wreckage quickly enough. ]

You tried to subtract infinity from itself. Undefined function. [A faintly unhinged chuckle escapes him, but it hardly sounds too different from normal. ] You missed me, Composer.

[ The Composer had nailed him to the pavement in a broken, mangled mess. That's hardly the point. Not when he is here in this tree-filled garbage heap that couldn't be more disconnected from everything Sho lived and breathed.

And that was a hell of a new look.

For a moment, Minamimoto can't help the laughter that overtakes him. There's a hard, sharp edge of hysteria there, but he cuts himself off as suddenly as he'd started.

The Composer is here. ]

[leggierissimo]

[New look indeed! Well, perhaps new to Minamimoto, who had barely had a couple of weeks to see him in his tuned-down form. Joshua is used to it, and has been for the past year plus change. Even so, he rests his chin in his hand, elbow on the branch, tri-tipped tail swaying in mild interest behind him.]

On the contrary, I felt I was right on the mark.

[Of course, he hadn't completely erased him. If he had, there wouldn't have been a body beneath the urban debris for Neku and Beat to find. Details!]

I'm guessing you didn't factor this into your equation, hm?

[piphilologize]

[ In those few weeks that Minamimoto had known just who the Composer was, he had become an obsession that was all-consuming. Or, rather, it put a face to the obstacles that kept him from taking the role he so desired for himself. He knows that he, not this overgrown house cat, should be the Composer that Shibuya deserves.

And he'd been so close.

When he gets a shot at his foe, he thinks he'll make it slow. It'll be as brutal and humiliating as a getting crunched without even the reprieve of erasure. His yellow-eyed gaze is intensely predatory now, a reflection of the lion he once had been and just how increasingly unstable his Taboo machinations had made him. ]

Better than being caught with my function de-Composed. [ He quirks his eyebrows, realizing with great satisfaction that he wasn't the only one suffering a slight against him. ] I can always integrate with respect to you in my plans, but Shibuya...

[leggierissimo]

[Close, perhaps! But no cigar. Really, Joshua would hate to see the Shibuya that would result from Minamimoto's rule. It might be interesting, perhaps, but it sounds more like a headache than a novelty. It's really for the better. And here, there isn't anything that can be done about it anyway.

... at least, he hopes.]

Oh, there's nothing decomposing at all. Unless my ashes have gotten wet, perhaps, but then it's just a mess. [He knows exactly what he's talking about, but he isn't about to acknowledge it directly. Besides! He's still, effectively, Composer. He just doesn't have any jurisdiction here, and perhaps that's why his abilities are missing.] A shame you've been plucked up and deposited, but I suppose you've got a brand new variety of garbage to play with.

[piphilologize]

Heh, you think so, Composer? [ It's not particularly consistent of him to keep using the title if he's going to imply that he's been stripped of his status.

Bah, who needs consistency? He has better things to put his attention towards. ] It's a whole new world out there, waiting to be made beautiful.

[ There is a brief moment where an entirely too genuine expression of distaste crosses his face. There's not his usual manic, ego-driven energy behind it. ]

And the bottom of the heap's going to be this Monte Carlo tree search bullshit. [It comes out more as a grumble than anything. He is way too much of a city boy for this, and half convinced the Composer has to have gone native to not be driven half-mad by their surroundings. ]

1, because i had to square the pun factor in here

[shoalful]

[She's not exactly trying to listen in on the comment, but with Meenah perched on the lamppost next to that bench, long harpy wings and feathered hair clashing with grey skin, finned ears and orange horns, it's hard not to. And that's a damn refreshing opinion to hear from a new person when most of the time she sees them all freaking out about the whole eating humans thing. Gross, yeah, but to live you have to steal, and that includes stealing time and life from others if you have to.

Intrigued enough to step in at this point, she lets herself slip from the lamppost's top, long bird legs clinging to it and letting her hang upside down, her braids trailing all the way to the ground. Slung along her back is an eye-catching golden trident that she holds onto lightly as she speaks, flashing a smirk filled with sharklike teeth.]

Grotto say, buoy, that ain't the ushoal response people have to this clusterfuck.

oh my cod

[piphilologize]

[ That sure as hell was a fin-faced bird girl with horns right there up on that lamppost. Minamimoto makes a point of casually turning his attention from his reading material to look her over as if he were addressed by abominations every day. It's not so far from the truth, and the grin that crosses his face is nastily amused. ]

Then you must hang around some pathetic picograms, pretty birdy.

[ Hey, he likes her aesthetic.

Then again, he's a heavily tattooed hobo with a deeply alarming definition of the attractive, so that's not much of a compliment. ]

[shoalful]

[Her own expression shifts into shades of what might be pitying amusement herself at that comment, giving her leer an extra cut of condescending predatory intent. At least he's more interesting than most of the newcomers and their whining about the changing and the people-eating and whatever else.]

Gets hard to miss the whingin' every few months or whatebber you humans call 'em, when the new shoals start swimmin' and decide they don't like somefin or otter about this place. Havin' some chill aboat it is less common than you'd think.

[The compliment doesn't seem to flatter her much - she just calls it as requisite respect to someone like her.]