TEST DRIVE : MAY 2016 EDITIOIN

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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 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.

Comments

[andeatit]

[Light's hearing is still within human range, but he's practiced at picking up body language, at listening for words unsaid, and picking up cues the body didn't consciously give. Her watery eyes, her trembling lip speaks enough for him to infer the rest.

The man she stops has already begun changing into a monster. Gloves and shoes hide much of his transformation, but nothing can hide the four black and blue wings that sprout from the back of his tailored suit.]

I wish I could say it was. [It's true. Having been here only a month, he still very much wishes all of this was a lie, that he would wake up with his real body, his human body, tomorrow.] But you shouldn't trust all of those. [Reaching out, Light stops just inches from taking the pamphlets.] If you'll let me see them, I'll show you which you can trust.

[realitybled]

[ Poe isn't the only one that's here, he's not the only one looking for somebody -- with no luck whatsoever. Okay so maybe these people haven't seen Rey, but that doesn't mean he's not going to keep on looking for her until he does, or she finds him and they can complete the mission.

With a similar arm full of pamphlets, Finn pushes through a crowd of people currently surrounding someone else. He recognizes that voice at the center of them all, looking for a droid.

Maybe Rey was here too. He almost drops all of the pamphlets as he jogs towards the man in the orange flight suit while the crowd begins to disperse and move on. ]

Sorry, coming through. Poe!

[outstandingbalance]

This isn't something I'd play about.

[lampyris]

Mm, well. As long as everyone is okay.

[ Hotarumaru accepts his headpats, this time. He think it's only fair, since he was able to pat Kogitsunemaru first. Being pet by a paw-like hand is a new experience, too. Softer. Feels less likely to make him shorter. ]

Kogitsunemaru-san, you know I can protect myself, too? [pauses] Ah, right, does that mean Mikazuki-san isn't here?

one

[crowedthedead]

[During the day, Soeki can pass as a human - or at least, a new arrival, since the locals mark him out as an outsider pretty easily. They're more on their game, it's really annoying. The biggest thing that gives away his werebear status is the bright golden eyes only partly dulled by fake glasses.

He's technically out for business, but who doesn't go to gawk at the new arrivals, look for familiar faces? When he spots one with a handful of pamphlets, he calls out helpfully,] Half of those are bullshit, just eff-why-eye. You're better off getting the info packets at Pandemonium Books.

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[andeatit]

[Laurent isn't the first noble to come to Ryslig, though the most recent Light has met had adjusted rather well rather quickly. At first glance, nobility does seem to be the air he gives off, though it could have just been wealth.

Whatever the case, his speech and dress is dangerous. The former would likely prompt anger, and anger was so closely related to violence, and the latter would likely make him a target for thieves. Money was a good commodity, but adaptation was an even better one.

Sighing, Light stops. His own accouterments consist only of four blue and black wings as the rest were hidden beneath his clothing, and he's only a month into his own changes.]

I can, and I will, but I'd also like to suggest you be more careful. Ryslig isn't a safe enough place that such insults will be taken lightly.

[nameditforhim]

More comforting from someone I'd know from Adam, not to be rude.

3

[neversurrender]

[Having recently undergone his first set of changes as well, which included growing fangs, claws, and possibly the largest set of wings ever, Steve knows full well how exhausting these transformations can be on the body. He'd been laid out for hours afterwards, sleeping more than he had in years.

So when he happens upon a boy who seems interested in his new changes up until the point his knees go weak, sending him crashing down, he can't say that he's much surprised. Must be his first time. But being the nice guy that Steve is, he's not just going to leave him laying there.]

You look like you could use a hand. [He crouches down next to Jimmy, his large wings flaring out behind him.] The first time is rough.

[Not that any of the next fogs will be easier. But at least you have a better idea what to expect by then.]

[pilotus]

[ Great, here he was: stranded on a planet whose name no one bothered to tell him, without BB-8 or his X-wing or anyone else he knew (and really, what had happened to the others? had something gone wrong during the jump to hyperspace? had he crashed, leaving the others alone in leading the attack?), stuck with an armful of pamphlets that... wait, did that one say something about a furry trout?

Yeah, the pamphlets were of zero help here.

His half-exhausted, half-frustrated sigh is short-lived, though, easily forgotten when he hears a voice, almost drowned in the crowd of people; he perks up, grins as he starts making his way towards the familiar figure emerging from the mass of locals. ]

Finn, buddy! [ He's nearly running, grin bright as he stops in front of Finn, spares a second to take in the sight of him really here before hugging him tight, patting his shoulder almost like to ascertain he's actually not dreaming this up. ]

I can't believe you're here, too! How did it go, did you find Rey? [ Because Finn, he must have reached Starkiller Base-- must have found his friend. Poe never had doubts about that; if anyone could infiltrate the base, find Rey and complete the mission... it'd be him. ]

[pilotus]

[ He's just a kid, Poe thinks with a pang, the human-turned-snake that he is here to help. These hunters... they don't even care if the one they're after is an adult or just a child. As long as they look different, they're all the same.

And okay, so maybe Poe isn't fully changed, maybe he can't do the same things as the kid can (and hey, he's doing well so far; Poe would commend him for how well he takes out the guys going for him if he wasn't tied up with the rest), but that doesn't mean he can't fight.

With a quick kick, he's back in the air, smooth and fast like he belongs; it is easy to swoop down on one of the hunters, grab the gun strapped to his waist and using it as a baton, hitting the guy on the head with it -- one quick strike and he's down. ]

Doing alright so far! You seem to be handling it--

[ Whoops, time to cut the sentence short in favour of rising up in the air again, high enough to be out of reach from the two remaining hunters... but if he remains still for too long, he's done for. One of the men is reaching for their weapons; time to think of something, and fast. ]

[pilotus]

[ If there is one advantage to his background, the time spent in the Resistance, all of it, it is that the wings adorning Beatrice's back are hardly enough to even give him pause; Poe is used to the different races in the Galaxy, the planets holding humans and aliens alike... and the so-called "monsters" are unfairly dubbed as such.

He lets out a breath of relief, smiling at the first actually helpful answer he's had so far -- even if it's not exactly an answer he wants to hear. But them's the breaks. ]

Can't say knowing just that much wouldn't be a good start. [ He sighs, though, rakes a hand through his already-messy hair. ]

So no starfighters, huh...? Guess that means the easy way out's not an option.

[pilotus]

[ Whatever Poe expected to see when the crowd dispersed around him, it certainly wasn't a toddler with bright pink hair and even brighter eyes, staring up at him.

It's a sight that, Poe thinks, would probably make even a stormtrooper smile. ]

Hey there, little buddy. [ He grins and waves back, crouching down so they're on roughly the same level. ]

You lost, too? [ ... wait, does a two-year-old speak enough to be able to answer that? He can't say he has that much experience with children -- but if he does understand, he can nod. ... Right? ]

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[manaveris]

SCENARIO ONE

[Stranger things had happened, stranger things that showing up in a new land unannounced and surrounded by differences not yet expected. From being thrust forward in time, stepping willingly into portals to another world to plummeting into the darkness to only awaken in a realm of the afterlife, Dorian had seen some things. Yet the people here, whether monstrous or not, he would not call abominations, as a matter of fact, many of them could be surprisingly civil if not overtly cautious of a stranger, amongst many it seemed, stepping into what they deemed home. Oddly, Dorian found such an arrival could seem more dangerous but who was he to tell in this quaint little setting inhabited by beast and human alike, seemingly in an estranged comfort, but not without obvious tension. Perhaps it could have been the well that brought him here, perhaps it could have been something different all together but while there was always a lingering sense of magic in any world he had found himself standing within, this all seemed rather different, if not peaceful for a momentary breath.

Unfortunate more his tattered robes, the small cuts in skin like a finely tuned paper-cut from a heavy text, something to be dealt with but as always with new places, new faces, there was information to seek and lessons to be learned.

Endearing as the papers where that where handed to him, he attempted to remain in a good humour, commenting at the absurdity of What to Expect When You're Expecting--] I didn't know I was capable. [--but his comments seemed hollow to the native that handed it to him, simply stared at him and walked away. It left a rather tight smile on his face, as the mage took up the stacks of paper he had been gifted with and strolled quietly through the streets, running a hand through his hair, twisting his mustache within his fingers soon after and letting out a heavy sigh. Monsters existed, very well, this was nothing new in his world but the idea of seeing these partial creations walking around, it brought a certain concern to his stomach, a whispering promise of something that could happen to some if not careful in their craft. It didn't stop him though from striking up conversation, after all this seemed no court, and while there was always social turns in different circles, the group of others who seemed just as perplexed as he made it easy to break into conversation with the next passerby.]

Excuse me, I'm aware this is a likely occurrence, strangers speaking to you and all that. [As always, he attempted his best to solidify polite charm when needed.] But perhaps you could elaborate on all this monster business. Seems to be a popular subject, but I'm looking for something a little more in-depth on the matter than--

[Holding up the pamphlet, a drawing of a monster essentially ripping the throat out of a human was crudely drawn, and despite his internal concerns he was keeping quietly to himself, Dorian simply arched an eyebrow then pulled the text back to admire.]

--colourful illustrations.

SCENARIO THREE

[Sickness was all well and good but this was something beyond the slight chill of a cold. Dorian was not used to the cold, that much was certain. Of course living in such a mountainous region since he had joined the Inquisition had assisted in that but it didn't mean he liked it. There was a different between the chill of weather and the chill of illness, but he couldn't really seem to spot the difference. Magic or know, skill set or not, healing would do no good, a poultice would not sway the tugging and turning of his chest, constantly breathless, constantly limbs shaking as he walked out into the fog covered landscape. Not good, is all he could think as he wandered, attempting his best to keep his mind off it. A necromancer and more, Dorian was certain despite all the warnings and heeding them well with evidence of others around him, when his time came he would either be pulled back from the Fade or whatever hellish landscape he had arrived in, disguised as a mere city, and all would be well. Either that, or what would come would come and it was something he could handle with his expertise in such sorcery, as some would call it. Yet no, he was falling with the rest of them and falling fast.

A painfully difficult sensation, fighting mind over matter, but pulling the losing card.

All of his fingers burned with the heat of his body, feeling as if he would sweat out the very poison that brought him to this stage. His breath was hardly manageable and he felt like he was gasping for air consecutively, constantly needing more. His heart was clenching, his body trembling and all he could do was sink to the ground mere steps outside of the bookstore that he had taken too since his arrival. Gasping, Dorian never thought it would end like this, perhaps in some battle, perhaps at the hands of an assassin but not like this, not weak and small. A groan of pain echoed through the night and next thing he realised: his heart was clenching slower and slower and his breath was growing absent as around him, the shadows started to move, drifting outward from his crouched form.]

Maker's breath--[Blood seeping from his fingernails as claws pushed forward from under the skin, clenching into the ground while he shook.]

1. omg my precious pink bb

[neversurrender]

[There are children here who are quite young, which only furthers the horror of this place and what it does to newcomers. Adults turning into monsters is bad enough on it's own, but children turning into monsters; there's something especially horrific about that to Steve.

Especially considering how dangerous this world is for people like them.

Which is why he is utterly disturbed when he sees a two year old walking around alone, seeming to be in search of someone. The glares and hostile glances from the natives is all it takes for Steve to know that this child doesn't belong to them.

He moves fast, barely avoiding knocking people over with his wings, as he tries to catch up with the child.]

Hi. Are you new here? [He certainly hasn't seen any other two years old among them before.]

3

[neversurrender]

[The fog is always a particularly bad time to be a monster, especially those undergoing the change for the first time. You can be told over and over what will happen, how much it will hurt, but it never quite feels real until it happens. Until your body is aching in places you never had before and you're growing extra limbs and appendages.

Steve's changes on this night are fortunately not so painful. His enhanced senses are kicking in and he's smelling things he never would have picked up before, not at this distance. He's seeing clearer in the darkness than he ever had before. It's a little overwhelming, but it's also proving to be useful this night as he wanders the streets searching for new monsters dealing with their transformations.

He smells the man long before he sees him, and hears his screams from a few blocks away. Whatever his changes are, they are painful and take time to complete. By the time Steve reaches the man his changes are nearly complete and he's laying on the ground.

Steve approaches quickly, crouching down near the man. His wings fan out behind him casting large shadows on the ground.]

It's going to be okay. Do you think you can move yet? It's not safe to stay out here.

[goldcuffed]

[Damen was reluctant to part from Laurent after the fog rolled in, but they both had their respective jobs to go to in order to support themselves (and isn't that an odd worry for two kings). He's on his way back to their small house, having suffered thus far little worse than a change in his eyes and some itching skin, when he hears the scream.

Immediately, his heart pounds in his chest. Laurent, he knows that voice, and if Laurent is that loud, something is very, very wrong.

The scene he stumbles onto as he quickly turns the corner, at a dead run, is a man crouched down by Laurent's prone form on the ground. Laurent's agonized scream. Damen doesn't think - he reacts. He barrels into the stranger, tries to haul him bodily up and away from Laurent's vulnerable form.] What have you done to him?!

[silvercrusader]

[He'd decline, but-- actually, he is hungry. And thirsty.]

Eating the food here didn't seem smartest.

[Not the meat, anyway. He'd definitely gratefully accepted all the bread and cheese they plied on him.]

Though we're going to have to-- actually. How much weight can you bear?

[Because, okay, they're going to have to get him off this bench sometime, right? And he can, actually, walk-- just not steadily or with any grace. So if he were to lean against Giorno, they could make their way back to wherever it is he's staying, and then eat, drink and be merry.]

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[neversurrender]

[He honestly believes he must be dreaming at first. Sure, he knows that in theory anyone could be brought to Ryslig regardless of what time they're from or what world for that matter. Peggy is here after all, as young and beautiful as she had been during the war. So the possibly of Howard showing up really shouldn't be such a surprise...but it is.

In quick procession Steve goes from disbelief to shock to 'oh no, Tony', because while he might not know all the details, he knows that Howard's appearance here will be a very big deal for his teammate. A possibly painful big deal.

But that doesn't stop him from walking straight up to his old friend; fangs, claws, and giant wings in all, a smile beginning to show itself on his face. It might be selfish to be glad to see him if it means Howard is stuck in a place like this, but he can't help it. He knows Howard had never given up his search for him and that means a lot to Steve.]

Well if it isn't Mr. Howard Stark himself. Maybe you should have spent less time working on flying cars and more on preventing alternate dimension kidnapping.

Grillby | UNDERTALE

[gribbley]

one

[What, did somebody light a fire- no, wait. Judging by the swarm of people, it looks like a newcomer.

A very strange newcomer.

He's. Made of fire, and has no face, and seems to be taking the whole thing very calmly- or maybe he's just stunned into silence and has no face to express himself, but he's reading over the pamphlet titles. At least the humans here seem hospitable. Grillby knows he's very far from home, and going back doesn't seem like an option right now, so he might as well get used to this place.

Lord, someone help the poor man. He didn't live several millennia and become a bartender for this.]

three

[Yes, monster changes. A strange thought, because he already was a monster, a fire elemental to be exact- maybe that's why he wasn't to prepared for when it was his turn. He shouldn't have stayed out tonight. And then he felt pricks down his spine, his limber fingers itching to sharpen- he'd turned into beasts before. Fire is malleable. He knows this feeling and he knows he's going to stay that way this time. So he drags himself to the edge of the forest when he does.

Only downside, he's still made of fire. He's a blazing beacon in the fog, shaped like a gargoyle. Lying on the ground, because this hurts like hell he has a massive headache and his arms are sore, his back is hurting like an old man's he IS an old man and almost his entire anatomy has shifted. Maybe he's got it better, having no bones nor flesh to twist like so many of the humans here.

What the hell. He's still wearing his glasses and bowtie.]

four

[Being a beacon of light is not helping him in the slightest, but being made of fire is. Most of the bullets whizzed through him, but he's lucky none of them hit the solid core in his chest. That's what he has to protect. He needs to keep it safe, or he'll die.

He's running, lord, is he running, and he can only hope to find a secluded, hidden patch of sunlight where he can hide and stop glowing until nightfall again.]

arrival bc i fucking can ok

[dedikated]

[ This place makes her bristle. From the second Kate woke up, soaked and sore, to having to brush off the natives of this place bombarding her with flyers. Her long, bright pink hair is still soaked and dripping down her back as she stalks across the streets, practically snarling at any person stupid enough to engage her in conversation. She shouldn't be here, not now of all times, when Carl just sent a text that sounds too panicked with all his question marks and Marc hasn't said a peep in hours. She should be there, at The Agency, helping them Instead of storming through streets and being attacked by flyers on creatures that sound like they come from awful fairy tales.

Someone speaks at her, voice calm and elegant, and she turns for a second, because... ]

Excuse me? [ What are you calling grotesque exactly her piercings are fucking awesome. ]

[slavedbythebell]

Oh. Well. It seems like her options here are to A. politely refuse this stranger's offer and try to find her way out of the woods on her own, or B. Accept the offer and hope she doesn't get eaten.

Lorna weighs the two choices inside her head, watching as the scales tip in favor of the latter. Perhaps she is simply too trusting for her own good, or perhaps the prospect of being lost and alone in the woods is somehow more terrifying than the idea of killed and eaten (and not necessarily in that order.)

Or maybe it's a mix of the two - with a sheltered girl like Lorna, it's difficult to tell.

"I wouldn't want to impose..." She admits cautiously, hesitant to say "yes" outright. "But if you wouldn't mind my company, I would gladly follow you."

[goateeocracy]

[Kouen frowns (which just makes the lines in his forehead deeper.) Up? Without his metal vessels, there's not a whole lot he can do about up, assuming that means "in the air." All he can do is start with what he's capable of, so without another word, he tucks his collection of pamphlets in his belt, picks up the kid, and hoists him up to his shoulder.]

There. You're up. See her now?

Aiba Kaito | Himegoto - Juukyuusai no Seifuku

[wanttobeher]

ONE.
[ Turning into a monster isn't something Kaito wants to hear is going to happen. They're just freaking out because they woke up in water, and their makeup is a mess. They have other problems too, like people pushing pamphlets on them, and places where they can live, but when they ask for makeup? No one has any. ]

Please, it's really important, I really need makeup, it's extremely important.

[ They would have changed out of their dress if only they had any boy clothes to wear, and it's bad enough that the wig was a mess, but they did their best with it and at least it looks passable as their real hair again. But this is horrible, what if people realize? ]

I just need some makeup, someone has to have it, please.

TWO.
[ Later on, makeup fixed and salt washed out of the wig, Kaito is feeling a lot safer. Hopefully no one has realized that they were born in the wrong body, because that's what they're afraid of. There's no telling who is going to react badly to finding out they weren't born a girl. And in the middle of the forest, completely lost? ]

I'm only missing the red hood...

THREE. WENDIGO.
[ They don't get it, but the monster thing was true. They've grown antlers like a deer. And their face? The face has grown longer, more deer like, and with the teeth that they've grown, they're feeling horrible. ]

...I'm not pretty anymore...

[ They can't cover this with makeup. And god, they're so hungry. Somehow they're craving something, but not sure what it is. Why does their mouth water at the sight of humans? ]

FOUR. ARACHNE.
[ Turning into an arachne wasn't something fun. Not only did their legs change into the body of a spider, they also had several extra eyes and these ugly... actually, Kaito had no idea what they were, on their face.

Now they're being chased by humans, too. What did they do to deserve this? Kaito is trying their best to run, but tumbles over and lands on their back, the many new limbs flailing. ]

Why can't you just leave me alone, I just wanted to be myself.

[pixiecopper]

[Tayler pauses for a moment, not quite sure if Jessica is joking or not. But as she keeps going, it becomes clearer and clearer that she isn't.]

Oh, ha ha, no. No, actually I'm a police officer, not an actress Ms Fletcher. And I'm afraid these are real.

[This time she turns around so that Jessica can see her back, the very real joints of the wings on either side of a fuzzy patch over her spine between her shoulder blades. She moves them, raising the upper wings higher still.]

You can touch them if you don't believe me. I came here the same as you, without warning or permission or anything. I'm still not really sure why, though a lot of people say it has something to do with some 'gods.' I didn't have these when I got here, either. It's a thing that happens here, you become... something else. It's hard to explain, and I know it sounds crazy, but it's true.

[slavedbythebell]

The eyes are what she notices first - not just because their unearthly glow pierces through the dark like torchlight, but because their color belongs to no man or beast Lorna has ever encountered. She can't help but take a step backwards, her breath catching in her throat as her hands move to cover her mouth.

She sees the antlers next, the claws, the sickly looking skin. If not for the fact he has yet to move out from behind the tree, Lorna may very well have turned tail and run in the opposite direction from Wirt. As it stands, she stays where she is, frozen in place by an odd mixture of fear and curiosity. She knows she oughtn't stand and gawk, but something about this monster (person, she reminds herself, these are persons) makes her want to stop and take a closer look.

It's the voice, she thinks. Something about it sounds familiar, yet she can't quite--

"---Wirt?" Her voice is hushed with disbelief, her words muffled behind her fingers.

"Is it you, truly?" Something that sounds suspiciously like hope finds its way into her tone, and her hands move down to fold delicately over her heart.

She takes a cautious, half-step forward, her mouth struggling against a hopeful little smile.

"I had hoped we would meet again one day, but I never thought..." She looks aside, her fingers fidgeting with the lace of her collar as she struggles for words. "This is quite different from how I had imagined it would be."

Yeah, she really hadn't been expecting the whole cannibal monster thing.