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TEST DRIVE : MAY 2016 EDITIOIN

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 MAY 20ST 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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[Light's eighteen, student at the best college in Japan, and son to the Deputy Director of the NPA. If he had been caught being a peeping tom, his punishment would have likely been much more harsh than usual thanks to his father. Besides, that would require the desire to see other people naked, and even the magazines were rather boring to them. If even the height of beauty didn't really catch his attention, random strangers hardly would.]

That's what criminals do, but it's not something I'd want on my record. It is illegal. [L might not care about it's legal consequences, but that doesn't make it okay.]

It won't be for long. Within a month you should start having changes or your own. Some transformations take longer, but most begin in that time frame. [Would he miss it? That human form of his?

Light does. Terribly.]

Hm...we should practice. You've always been expressive. Now that other people can see you, you should learn how to hide some of your amusement. [Chuckling at the wrong moment would give Light away.] And we do have someone here who will be watching: L. [And Mello, but Light is from a time in which he doesn't know Mello is an enemy.]

[A record for a dead man. That draws a chuckle from Ryuk; why would a record with the law matter anymore, all things considered? Then again Light wasn't dead anymore, and was well on his way to becoming other-than-human. But unlike Light, he certainly isn't viewing the coming change (or heck even his current one) with trepidation.

It would really be fun for a while. He can't ask for more!]

Hey yeaaahh, how are you gonna explain me being around anyway?

[He jerks one bony thumb at himself, grinning again.]

That guy was pretty sharp, he's going to figure out I'm not exactly born and bred human pretty fast. Are you going to kill him again or since this is somewhere new, have a friend instead?

[...ooh, the obvious answer would be sending Ryuk away but then how would he see part THREE of Light Vs Detectives play out?!]

It's possible...

[He frowns a bit, since that's not exactly a pleasant thought.]

But if she is here and human, you might have better luck asking around for her then out here looking for apple trees. Maybe she went to a grocery store or something.

[ Howard doesn't take the threat any more seriously than he'd mentioned it. Barnes hasn't acted angry; he figures he's fine. He waves off the question of changing, though. No need. He'd actually been trying to accommodate HIM. ]

Well, if that isn't a damn shame.

[ Because what the hell else do you say for that. Trauma is for other people. ]

How's it treating you? You have anyone here taking care of it? Do you need a technician to take a look?

[Haruka creeps silently through the underbrush... in the distance, he sees a small cottage with a light on.

Hope! Haruka moves stealthily towards it... but ah, his leg is caught in a bear trap!

He gnaws his leg off (quiet, quiet) and limps towards the cottage (quiet, quiet).]

[Surprisingly, or not, Light's doing well for himself in Ryslig, all things considered. So far, it seems like he's liked well enough, even if there are some exceptions. He was working at the lab, looking for a cure, and had collected a decent amount of information. Even dead, he wasn't going to stop.

Though he had come from a time in which he was very much alive. He was young, he was brilliant, and he was just about to kill his greatest rival.

Now he's a faerie.]

Before I explain my plan for that.. He was was sharp? [The grin may start off small, but it quickly spreads to cover a good portion of his face. 'Are you going to kill him again' Light had won. Light had killed L, and Ryuk was from a time after that.

The grin may be enough to answer Ryuk's question.] I've won, I managed to kill L?

[There were perks to being a bug. Like having wings. Ryuk missed his already, it was so ... so human to be walking around on his feet.

Of course, Light had either forgotten or somehow gone back in time and de-aged himself or God knew what else, so Light didn't ... remember L dying.

And if he didn't remember L's death, he probably didn't remember his own. As a grin of victory crosses the faerie's face, there's a look of speculative interest on Ryuk's, now no longer the nearly expressionless features of a shinigami but the more flexible ones of a human.

That sort of thoughtfulness in someone like Ryuk probably won't bode well, one day in hindsight.]

Yeah. More or less. But you don't have the same resources here, you can't do it again the same way.

[And then those buggish yellow eyes widen.]

Oooh, those are spoilers! Just like watching a show before you got home! I can't tell you what happens, it'll ruin it for you!

[At least by now Light's probably well used to the sound of Ryuk's laughter.]

[Sadly not everyone can be famous authors who are also probably well read.

Sometimes people just have to be stuck with being a bit ignorant, or at least slow on the uptake. As Jessica studies the trees, Ryuk slouches after her to see what she might be looking for. That green fuzzy stuff was apparently important somehow! It told directions! Though he doesn't say anything, there is a noise that sounds a bit impressed from the ghoulish figure. How had she known that?

And like an obedient puppy, he crunches after her through the twigs and leaves when the matronly woman sets off through the woods. Perhaps he's used to being led.]

I guess that depends on what sort of things you're interested in me findin'. I mean there's been interesting things, and really boring things.. Oh and things like we're all going to turn into comic book characters.

[That's not quite right is it. But he does seem to be trying to be helpful, in his own fashion.]

Kid? Or grandkid?

[ Not a stupid man. No matter how ridiculous he can be. ]

And how much am I going to want to drown my sorrows once I actually meet him? I trust your judgement, of course.

[ ...it's a bit of an apology for earlier. ]

Wouldn't mind it. Never turn down information. It's a motto of mine. Or it would be, if I believed in sticking with mottoes.

Lady, Steve Rogers is a lot of things, but up and kicking is not one of them, to the best of my knowledge. And trust me, if anyone would know, it's me.

[He gives a half-shake of his head, distracted, frowning. He doesn't like being advised by a stranger, ordered about. But he says nothing straight away. Taking stock of his physical state might be useful, or even crucial to his survival. Though considering what seems to be happening -- he doesn't really want to.

It's like witnessing a particularly bone-shattering crash over a Quidditch field, however. Hard to look away.

Blood still coating fingertips he reaches to gingerly prod his mouth. 'Pushed my old teeth right out'...sure enough, his canines and the sharper pre-molars are loose. He pulls his hand back but it's too late, that little touch was enough: he's coughing again, they're falling into the open palm of his hand, and long fangs are sliding through his pained gums like knives as they sprout.

Standing there talking to an undead child-sized thing with antlers while holding a handful of his own teeth is not the strangest thing he's ever done in his life. But it does happen to be near the top of the list.]

...What are you? I can tell you aren't human. You smell dead. If you really aren't responsible, then how do you know so much about all of this?

[Now Haruka's on the doorstep, but sitting inside, is... Shia LaBeouf. He's sharpening an axe, but he doesn't hear the young man enter. He is completely unaware that someone might be sneaking up behind him. A knife is at his side, ready to be seized up just in case someone has a mind to interrupt him while the actual cannibal continues to sharpen his axe to lethal readiness.]

[Through the woods they go and things do look a bit lighter, somehow. Maybe it's a trick, maybe not. Only one way to find out. Of course, Jessica is not aware of how sinister things can be in Ryslig. That will be a lesson hard learned.]

Well, I suppose I should like to here all of it. Even the most mundane things can be surprisingly useful. You'd never guess how many crimes are solved by the most ordinary things.

[She cocks her head as she looks at the strange man.] Uh, comic book characters? [Mostly she wants to clarify what he seems to think might happen here. She was told they were turning into monsters, not people who run about in capes and tights.]

When one is walking through the woods in the dead of night, one generally expects (or rather, hopes) to be the only living soul around. There is nothing quite as frightening as coming across a stranger in the middle of an unfamiliar land, far from any place where someone might hear your cries for help and come to your aid.

That said, Lorna responds exactly how one might expect a lost, timid young lady to upon bumping into something in the pitch black: she cries out in alarm, the sound short but sharp as she stumbles backwards in an effort to put some distance between herself and whatever she just blindly stumbled into.

Her hands fly to her mouth as she realizes just how loud her scream was, and her pale skin colors, her cheeks turning rosy with embarrassment.

"F-Forgive me, I meant no harm by it." Oh goodness, are those wings? Those are wings. Oh dear, ooooh no. "It is the dark - the sun has gone and my night-eyes have yet to come to me, I can nary see a thing."

Yeah. They're like... nature spirits. The souls of trees and flowers, or some stuff like that. I guess the Fog God didn't like doubling up on stuff though, considering we already have spirits covered.

[She taps her shadowy chest with a claw, for emphasis.]

Bushes seem like nothing compared to spikes. Imagine trying to find clothes that won't shred to bits when you've got spikes all over your shoulders and back.

Child, though it doesn't feel quite right to call him that. He's older than we are, if one counts years lived rather than the year born. His name is Tony.

[And she could kiss Howard for being cool-headed about this. She won't, but the thought is there.]

I'm not quite sure, really. He's a brilliant mechanic, and he's remarkably like his father, but there seems to be... tension. [He's never asked Peggy about Howard. Even when it would come up naturally in conversation, he avoids the topic. She has her suspicions.] All I know is that you're dead by the year he was taken from our world. It's possible you'll have to put up with some baggage you're not old enough to know about yet. [Or maybe Tony will just avoid him. That's a possibility. An equally awkward possibility.]

[Unfortunately, Bucky was more used to talking to people while mostly naked than he would care to admit to. He appreciated the thought, though. It meant a lot to him.]

It's working fine. And I do. A friend's an engineer. [But things had been rough with Fitz lately; he'd been having a hard time.] You could take a look sometime. If you wanted.

[At least there's no monsters out looking for victims right now. They'd be easy targets, an old woman and an ex-monster who has no idea how to fight like a human.]

You're a detective?

[There's that note of impressed again. How did he keep stumbling across so many smart people?]

Yeah! Comic books! You ever read 'em? They're full of modern fairy tales! Monsters and villains and good guys and all that stuff! A good way to kill some time on the weekends, you should check them out.

[Maybe he really did have the same informaiton she did, he just interpreted it very differently.]

Boring stuff... this city, Bavan, it's way out of date. No cellphones, no modern cars, no real computers anywhere, no internet or video games. Everyone talks about at least three gods, and this Fog one is the reason we're here.

[He crunches through the leaves, studying the ground as he does so. If it seems Ryuk is aiming to make the most noise possible, he probably is.]

Instead of yen or dollars, everything's paid for in copper, silver or gold coins. I ain't seen any of the gold ones yet but they're on some price stickers. I got some of the copper ones.

[he fishes an example coin out of his pocket.]

You can buy apples with'm.

[It is becoming belatedly rather clear that this man, person, thing, alleged death god, whatever he is, is not entirely of a sane mind. Lucius does his best to sidle back on the pretense of needing more room, looking up at him -- moving as much as he can while disguising the fact he is moving at all, and for Merlin's sake don't make it look like an actual retreat.

Disturbing as it is - and as distrusting as he is - however, there is something not unlike a kind of sense to be had in the words aimed his way. There is a warning there he'd be reckless not to consider.

He doesn't know what's going on here, still. He can't afford to be reckless.]

I would hate to spoil your fun by removing all things interesting in the process of my demise.

[Tartly, he says this, and very sardonic. His expression vaguely borders on sulky. But for all his continuing airs, the wheels in his head are turning as he weighs the implied words of caution.]

It is Malfoy, by the way. Lucius Malfoy. If I'm to be 'mister'ed at it may as well be under the proper name.

[Her head tilts to one side, and she looks down at her paws - hands? They still vaguely look like hands - before looking back up at him.]

I dunno, feel really doggy. Dog-ish? Not like a person.

Bet I can change your mind.

When Wirt had first arrived in Ryslig, the Lager Woods had always felt threatening. Dangerous. A place for animals and monsters, to be entered at your own risk. Now, the idea is ironically comforting. What drove him out before are the same things that make the woods feel safer -- it's somewhere he knows the locals hesitate to enter. Somewhere he can go when he wants to be alone, or when he needs to be. Today, it was just supposed to be a few hours -- he'd learned his lesson about trying to write anywhere more public -- but before he'd known it he'd lost track of time and dark had fallen. Which makes him more than late according to the note he'd left, and Wirt picks his way through familiar paths as quickly as possible, trying to at least hit the border of the woods before Beatrice comes charging in after him.

His hearing is sharper than it used to be, and even though he can hear the signs of someone coming long before they're close enough to be dangerous, Wirt's first instinct is to hide. He watches the path from what cover he can find in the trees, thankful for once that his eyes are meant for such dim lighting. From the footsteps, he expects to see a person. What he doesn't expect is for it to be a face he knows from somewhere else, and a sick feeling starts to settle in his stomach as she gets closer. He wants to be wrong so badly, but even in the dark, from a distance, she's unmistakeable.

"Lorna?"

The word leaves his mouth before he can bite it back, and Wirt claps both hands over his mouth in horror as he darts behind a tree, pressing his back against the bark as he tries to hide. Which would be more effective... if it weren't for the long, twisted antlers jutting out on either side, or the frost spreading in a wide circle beneath his feet. He thinks of both too late, but all he can do by that point is stay quiet and hope she doesn't notice if he doesn't move.

[Recently, Kaede had gotten bolder about walking outside in the day, especially in Bavan. So long as she wasn't trying to eat anyone or currently covered in blood or otherwise predisposed to chase people into traffic, humans generally left her alone or at least pretended not to see the bright red and yellow prickly spider sitting on the sidewalk.

She was feeding kittens taking shelter in a hedge. This was very important and couldn't wait for nighttime. They seemed to like her! Or at least the canned fish she was feeding them.

Though speaking of small things, that was also a small child approaching her.]

Does he look like you or more like me?

[Kaede asked, while holding something sardine-like in her claws one of the kittens kept pouncing at.]

[Jessica smiles a bit humbly.] By trade I'm a teacher and a mystery writer, though I'm known to help the police when they get stuck on a case or two.

Oh I'm aware of comic books, though I must admit it's been ages since I've picked one up. I can you that you are quite the fan, though. [She chuckles lightly; his enthusiasm is charming.]

Three gods? I don't believe anyone has mentioned them to me. [Have a quizzical look.] Please, elaborate if you can.

Yes, I've noticed the general bygone state of things here. But I've also noticed that the time periods of various objects don't always match up. TVs that appear to be from the 50's but a computer network that is capable of voice recording posts, something I don't believe occurred until at least the late 70's. Certainly odd, don't you think?

Yen - you're from Japan? [It's hard to tell exactly what the other man's origins might be from his looks.]

[She looks at the coin with interest.] Hm, it doesn't look like any coinage I've ever seen before. [A slight sigh.] Who or whatever brought us here has gone to a great deal of trouble to make sure we can't get any grip on where we are.

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