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

Emily Fields | Pretty Little Liars

[somanysecrets]

1
What is this?
[She feels sick. What's happened? Where is she? More importantly, where are her friends? The last she remembers is the prison van crashing, the footsteps, and then screaming as the shadowy figure - A - had filled the van with smoke. Evidently, then, this is somehow A's work. Emily glances up, scanning the crowd to try to spot familiar faces. Where are the others?

She goes back to the leaflet that had been pushed into her hands: a message from A, perhaps? Spencer would know straight away, but she's not Spencer, so she reads, searching for some sort of clue as to A's game.]

A fur-bearing trout?

[How has this got anything to do with - well, anything? She frowns, uneasy, before looking around once more. Even with the handcuffs and shackles somehow (thankfully) gone, she stands out a mile in this crowd in her prison-issue jumpsuit. She shakes her head and turns back to the woman who had handed her the leaflet.]

I know you know something. Where are my friends? What is this place? Where are my friends?


3

She's been here a while now, and Emily's learned how to operate - how to be without the other girls, without her mom, without having to fear looking at her cellphone. She's been able to go swimming, to run, to eat and to sleep easily. Not any more.

She's noticed, recently, that the hair on her arms seemed to be growing more - thicker, perhaps. She's noticed her teeth, usually so even, had started to move, making her friendly, open smile so much more sinister. But it's tonight, at the rise of the moon, that the changes begin.

The first one is awful. It starts with twinges, perhaps like growing pains, or muscle fatigue, in her arms and legs. But now, in the darkness, she screams as her bones crack and snap and rearrange themselves, as her muscles are stretched and tightened over her new shape. She glances in horror at her hands, at the claws instead of her bitten nails.
Ali had laughed at her once, called her the loyal lapdog of the group. Maybe this was A's doing - somehow? Who else would know that secret, to be laughing at her expense now? Emily screams a howl to the moon as she tries to rise to her feet and finds, at least for now, she'll be moving like the animal she tried so hard not to become.]

Shaggy | Mystery Inc

[dogissues]

I

[Shaggy wasn't quite sure why these people thought he was going to eat them--he wasn't doing the vegetarian thing so much these days, but just because he enjoyed a variety of clam-based refreshments didn't mean he wanted to eat, like, people, no matter how hungry he was.

He wasn't too sure about the pamplets either. Sure, they were probably just criminals in masks--the monsters sounded like the stuff in Velma's parents' museum--but... what if they weren't?]

Fur-bearing trout... zoinks.

[Shaggy shivers.]

[capital_asset]

[Have a surprise manticore, Shaggy.]

I'm sorry - what?

[dogissues]

Like, wouldn't the fur get stuck in your teeth if you tried to eat one?

[... Shaggy, the pamphlets aren't about eating then. They're about becoming them.]

[capital_asset]

I'm not sure we actually have fur-bearing trout, unless someone wished for them for... some strange reason.

[It takes all kinds.]

[dogissues]

Like, why would somebody... do... tha...

[GUESS WHO FINALLY LOOKED UP FROM HIS PAMPHLET?]

Yipes!

[Shaggy reaches for Scooby but Scooby's gone and while he can clutch at dog-shaped thin air for a moment, he'd much rather run the heck away.

So instead he jumps up and, legs whirling so fast they blur, starts running.]

[capital_asset]

I'm not actually going to—

[Raidou rolls his eyes, exasperated. Not that the man's fear isn't understandable, since he's obviously new and may or may not even be from a world where monsters exist, but it does make it more difficult to relay the actual information he's going to need.

Should he track the man down? It wouldn't be that difficult, given that he's got his scent, knows the city far better than he probably does, and can fly. On the other hand, perhaps someone more human would be better - assuming he can find someone more human who's actually willing to follow him, which is by no means guaranteed. Raidou sighs. He might as well do the honors himself, preferably before the man gets himself hurt somehow.]

[dogissues]

[Oh man, oh man, oh man, that was a manticore. Shaggy knew manticores, there'd been a manticore back at Creepy Spooky Terror Lan... no, wait, that hadn't been a real manticore. It had been Hot Dog Water. With, like, super helium or something that let her fly.

Shaggy's spinning legs grind to a halt. Right. That hadn't been a real manticore either, just some weird guy in a mask who would have got away with it if it hadn't been for that meddling... him. Nothing to be afraid of.

He'll just stand here wheezing for a moment.]

[capital_asset]

[It doesn't take too long for Raidou to find him, which is probably fortunate for the man, however much he may not believe it. Better Raidou than a human with a pitchfork.]

Are you all right?

carlos // welcome to night vale

[whatitis]

one;

[Being very curious while also inherently trusting isn't a great combination for this fantastical new setting, but at least he appears to be taking it in stride. Unfortunately, however, these traits hardly lend themselves to the pile of pamphlets sitting on the ground around him--he's procured a pen from someplace, and he appears to be marking up the pages.

Once a teacher, always a teacher.

Actually, what he's doing is a bit more analytical than it seems--he's cross-checking the pamphlets for obvious contradictions, which, all in all, is pretty darn smart. On a less-smart note, there's nothing yet suggesting that he isn't going to become a fur-bearing trout, so he can't comfortably rule that option out. Worrying.

Yes, this is somehow more worrying than any of the other pamphlets. Snake people? Minotaurs? No, the real threat at work here is fur-bearing trout.

Instead of, you know, just asking around, he can be found sitting cross-legged in some far-off clearing, surrounded by scores of sheafs of paper. It's a strange portrait of serenity, in its own way. Kinda.]

this is the latest any human being can be i'm super sorry

[versusnurture]

[There's only so much recon Abigail can actually do at once before it becomes overwhelming. She hasn't seen the sun in weeks, and now all of a sudden, this: people everywhere, milling around and raising their voices. To say it's frightening would be an understatement. To say it's terrifying would imply that there's some kind of face she could put on her fear to turn it into terror, specifically. So she's just settled on "uncomfortable", and moved away.]

[Which is not to say that her pockets aren't full of pamphlets themselves. She's discarded the obviously ridiculous ones, but as she drifts into the park, she finds herself hyperconscious of the weight of paper in her jeans pockets, the meaning of the words printed on those pamphlets feeling heavier than ink ought to.]

[Surely it's all in her mind, unless it isn't.]

[But then there's a man . . . She frowns a little, sharp and immediately distrustful, until she sees what he's doing, and then she's immediately, brightly intrigued. It takes her a moment to totally parse it, but then: he's cross-referencing. It sends a sudden surge of energy into her spine, making her stand up straighter and actually look alert instead of just tired. Which she still is, but less so.]

I didn't think of that. Why didn't I think of that?

Trucy Wright | Ace Attorney

[magicpanchira]

Scenario one.

[ Trucy's still a little confused, because she's never been glared at by so many people before. Of course, there are some people who seem nicer than others; they've even given her some advice in the form of pamphlets. Which aren't really helping her confusion at all, but she's doing the right thing by politely taking them and thanking those who are trying to be as helpful as possible. She's even garnered some sympathetic looks from others.

All she really wants to know though, which no one seems to care to really answer, is if anyone has seen her father, Apollo, or Athena. She's tried to describe the trio a few times, but she's been brushed off every time and another pamphlet has been pushed into her face instead.

Trucy can be found around in various locations, just wandering and trying to stay out of everyone's way while reading these dumb pamphlets and looking for any familiar faces. ]

Scenario two.

[ If she wasn't a little startled before, she sure is now. The magician has been wandering for a good while now, and she doesn't feel nearly as safe as she had when she was in town. Of course, she hadn't felt that safe there, either, but it was certainly a step up from this. This is just downright creepy; the giggling is really getting to her at this point, if she can be honest.

She's stepped up the pace, and if she squints, she thinks she can see a figure just up ahead. Relief almost immediately washes over the teen, and she's quick to sprint to try and catch up with... whoever or whatever that is. ]

Excuse me--! Hello!

One!

[imfine1111one]

[It's that time again, new arrivals trickling into town, looking quite out of place given the peninsula's olden time setting. Apollo leaves informing the newbies to those far more capable and who consider themselves a welcome committee. For some reason every time he tries to info dump at people, they cry or try to hit him. Enough of that!!

So today, sans umbrella, Apollo's sticking to the shadows of overhead shop canvases to shield him from the sun as he totes bags of groceries home, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Despite his new literal spikes, red skin as red as his suit, and tiny, useless wings, he's still unmistakably the loud defense attorney she knows. He walks through a crowd, trying to avoid eye contact, though a passing conversation from a couple does catch his ears. 'Did you see that girl in blue going on about lawyers?' 'Yeah, these foreigners are so weird. Though lawyers may as well be monsters already!'

Apollo can't help but look over his shoulder curiously as the couple laughs and walks away.]

Could they mean. . .gah, no way, it's probably just a coincidence.

[magicpanchira]

[ Trucy's trying her best to be polite to everyone because she really doesn't want to get on anyone's bad side here; but really, this is extremely frustrating. She's got so many pamphlets at this point she's looking for a trashcan to just dump half of them in. This is getting real old, real fast. She just wants to find her friends and get out of here.

She's just about to ask someone else, even as they try to brush her off, when something catches her eye -- or rather, someone; even with the changes, she knows exactly who that is. No one else in the world could possibly gel their hair to perfection like that. Suddenly, all of the stupid little pamphlets are shoved into someone else's arms, who makes sure he comments about how rude that was; but she pays him no mind.

Changes... she's seen a few people, or rather, 'monsters', talked to them... but to see someone she's known for almost two years now going through those changes? It makes this real. But... she'd just seen him. He didn't look like that at all as she'd met up with the aforementioned trio in the courthouse after being let out of the Space Center.

She wants to yell for him and wave her arms, and the urge is right there... but she doesn't. Instead, she'll just try to casually cross the street and into the shadows. She follows him for a moment because... did... did he get a little shorter? -- no, Trucy, stay on track; before she places a gentle hand on his arm, away from those spikes, of course. ]

...Polly? [ It's not really a question... she just wants confirmation before she tries to hug him or something. ]

[imfine1111one]

[He might have gotten a little shorter. Not a short as he is in imp form, but who needs to know that right now!

Apollo jumps lightly at the touch, wings flapping frantically at the sudden contact, and he almost drops his bags. He whirls around, ready to object to some random person poking at him (monsters aren't on display for people to prod!) before he just. . .stares, eyes wide.

It's been so long since he's seen a familiar face, especially since Ema's disappearance. He almost doesn't believe it. He blinks, taking a moment to actually get a word out.]

Tru. . .Trucy?! Is this some sort of magic trick?

[magicpanchira]

[ She can't help but jump as well when he does, and she blinks a few times in response. This whole thing is so bizarre; they were literally just together in the courthouse. She's pulled back to reality at his question, though -- because really, she's not sure herself. ]

It really is you, Polly! Uh, well, no! I... was hoping you'd be able to tell me, actually? [ She's a magician, but this... this is definitely no magic trick. Although part of her wishes she could take credit... of course, that'll change once she gets into the swing of things. ]

I... did you just get here, too? [ She doubts it. She's pretty sure she's read something in one of those dumb little booklets that talks about the slow but sure changes. Still, she can't be sure just how legit those things were, anyways. ]

[imfine1111one]

[It really is her, holy gosh. He even tears up a bit, relieved to see someone normal (and when Trucy is considered the epitome of normalcy, it's a bad sign). But he shakes it off quickly, reality setting back in at her question. How do you even try to tactfully say, hey, you're stuck on a peninsula full of monsters and may become a cannibal??]

I. . .you. . .um. There's a lot going on here, Trucy, I don't even know where to start! I can't believe it's actually you.

[Boy howdy does he wish he could dismiss this entire place as illogical bullshit. As a lawyer, accepting monsters and real magic goes against his entire being! But he's lived it, he's still living through it, and it'd be nothing but foolish denial to brush the strange changes off as a mere parlor trick. He needs to be straightforward, but one question just leads to another!]

Er, this is going to sound totally absurd, but I've been here for months. And you--[He raises a hand to point at her, realizes he's still holding groceries, sets them down gently, and then raises his hand again to point like a proper lawyer.]--you shouldn't be here, Trucy! It's dangerous! And weird. But mostly dangerous! Where's your father?

[magicpanchira]

I... I've heard a little bit, and people keep throwing pamphlets in my face. [ It's blunt, but it's the truth; but he's probably seen it before and lived it too when he first got here. She glances around, unable to help herself because this is entirely new territory; she wants to run and explore, but at the same time... monsters? Becoming a monster? That's her priority. She can try and explore a little later, when she's more... confident.

She can't help but stare at him for a moment, though-- ]

Months!? But... I don't get it, I just saw you! [ Oh, he's pointing... and so, she points back at him, because everything he's just stated should in fact, be thrown right back at him to be completely fair. ] You shouldn't be here, either, Polly! Especially for months! I-- daddy? I don't know! I got here by myself, I thought you, daddy, and Athena would all be together! I've tried to ask people but no one wants to listen to me...

[ Huffing, she allows her hand to drop again, her posture slumping ever so slightly. This is so odd, she can't really wrap her mind around it, and that's saying a lot coming from someone who can come up with the most bizarre ideas in the world. ]

...Why are we even here? How?

Ingway | Odin Sphere

[darkova]

2

[He knew woods- he'd spent his entire adult life in the woods around the castle. So there was no fear in him when he went out to find ingredients for his alchemy experiments.

The giggling wasn't too worrying. He's already been told that there were things living out here. If you didn't show fear they would hesitate to attack you, just the same as back home.... but the spell or curse that caused him to get lost was something he hadn't planned for.

But instead of panicking he climbs up into a tree and waits, watching out for monsters. Eventually the sun will rise and he'll flag someone down- until then his dagger is out and he's more then willing to attack first if he has to]

4 (Demon or Arachne- if you have issues with Centipedes let me know you want demon instead!)

[Ingway recognized this hunger- it was the same he felt after he had placed the Darkova curse on himself. A need for flesh, blood, death. To feast and gorge himself with no end. If he hadn't already been warned he would have laughed. Instead he had spent the time he had left as a human laying threads and honeypots. Making alliances with people on the 'network' without letting them ever meet him (or one of his alternate names) in person. People he had no issue attacking if he had to.

People that were outsiders like him, that would come back when he killed them. Probably. You had to break a few eggs.

The person he had arranged to meet didn't know him as 'Ingway'. Didn't even know him as a man at all. 'She' was a young woman that was dealing with the changes like everyone else- was too scared to meet people face to face before now... but 'her' hunger was starting and maybe one of her friends would help teach her to hunt? Sweet, a little flirty but not too much. Innocent.

The fact that 'she' went by Ariel meant nothing, nothing. Ingway fiddled with the charm he had bought from Mana, watching from the shadows, waiting for his 'ally']

B

[overwhalemed]

Ahh...why did I have to turn this way...

[A voice can be heard muttering forlornly to himself as he steps down the path near where Ingway is hiding, looking like he really hadn't meant to come into the forest. It's hard to tell in the darkness at first, but this individual seems to show all the telltale signs of a kelpie. Sickly greenish skin, hair that looks like it's made out of watercress and other weeds, and legs that end in hooves as opposed to normal human feet.

And he looks quite scared and unhappy to be here right now, all told.

He knew that Bavan was right from this forest...somewhere. He just wasn't exactly sure where, and though his sense of direction might be better than Sasuke's, that doesn't mean he recognizes anything about where he is right now. It was his fault he came this way, though, so he has to find his way out.

Little does he know that he's not alone in this forest, and it's not even a fellow monster.]

[darkova]

[A monster- exactly the thing he DIDN'T want to run into. He's learned all the types by now, and can smell the tang of seawater and sweat that he associates with a kelpie long before the poor thing blunders into his space.

...there's no water around. He should be safe from an attempted drowning.]

You're a long way from the trail, friend.

[overwhalemed]

[A small, very un-horse-like squeak escapes Makoto when Ingway speaks up from the tree, causing him to spin around with his tail nervously flicking against his haunches. While he might be a monster, the skittishness of a kelpie really doesn't mesh well with his normal demeanor. It's turned him into an anxious mess, these days, even though he's got the strength now to combat that.

Even moreso, since he was already pretty big before.]

I...I figured. Are you lost, too?

[darkova]

Would I have called out to you if I was?

[While he is still up in the tree it's clear he's not a monster- or is a monster that passes easily, such as a vampire.]

Personally I like not being anyone's dinner.

[overwhalemed]

Heh? O-oh, no, I'm not-

[Well...for one, Makoto doesn't have his hunger yet, so the fact that he will isn't something he likes to be reminded of.

He shifts nervously on his hooves, bringing his hands up to clasp them together before himself.]

I'm not going to eat you. I'm just trying to find my way out, too.

[darkova]

Hmmm.

[The fact that Makoto might not have the hunger, or be one of those that avoids killing, doesn't matter. Because his word is worthless. Ingway does stand though, one hand on the trunk, balancing carefully on the branch]

A potent lure, certainly. I have no reason to believe you- or not.