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

[digiorno]

[Their eyes meet, and there's that vulnerability again. He feels so close to crumbling. This is weakness, isn't it? His lip trembles again.]

I need . . .

[So much, he needs so much, and Polnareff is only a part of that, but such an important part.]

I need you to help me figure out who I can trust.

[silvercrusader]

Excuse me, I've never flown before.

[--but now that he's gotten over his initial shock, this is kind of fun. Polnareff has a deathgrip on Jotaro's shirt, of course, but he manages to glance around, watching as the city slowly moves beneath them.]

Shit, Jotaro, this is amazing!

[happysweets]

Good, because Misa-Misa doesn't even have a sandwich! And even if I did know where I could find a convenience store, you don't think there are, like, more important things to deal with right now? Like this big crowd, or the spooky monsters?!

[ This is certainly a yelling contest they're having over a massive crowd of people, yes, this is fine-- ]

You're probably just trying to cover up being a jerk with a lame excuse!

[fivenareff]

All right.

[He doesn't let go of Giorno's hand, not yet. Not while his mouth is still trembling and he looks so vulnerable. But he's slowly switching into business mode, his mind working.]

Anyone in particular I ought to pay attention to?

That's what they all need, more Wendigos xD It sounds beautiful

[tiredofthis]

[So much for hoping they were all in bed when she got home. She's known Ashley's schedule, Sam knew she would be up. In a way, it's kind of a relief. Coming home to a quiet house after growing bushes on her head would have been kind of lonely.

On the other hand, Ashely now sees Sam with a bush on her head.]

Har-har. Like I wasn't called tree-hugger enough. [It really does suck, but Sam bottled up and soldiered on, and she had seen so many people who had it worse. So many were bleeding from gaining new parts, some were screaming in pain.

Removing her bag, she sits it in the corner.] Are elves a thing? [Moving back a flower, Sam shows her now pointed ears.] I think I'm turning into an elf.

[prettyprettygood]

[misa-misa, is that like chinese or something? he can't deal with this shit right now.]

I'm being a jerk? Well, let me tell you something, Misa-Misa, maybe we wouldn't need to be concerned about the monsters if anybody around here knew how to make a proper sandwich! I'm not asking for a filet mignon, I just want - bread and maybe a little cheese! Some mustard!

Scenario One

[redoublement]

[ Laurent had stumbled from the sea, his clothes soaked through, weighing him down. Later, he would remember waking- though did not at all remember having passed out. When next he came to, it was in a sorry excuse for a hospital; it's walls horrific, and pulsating.

He remembered the beach, and so it was there he returned, looking for answers. What he found wasn't this- but perhaps it might have been better.

He didn't make it to the beach. Instead he was distracted by a growing crowd of disgruntled locals, not only blocking his way, but also seemingly about to attack some undeserving innocent. Anger sparked, and Laurent's jaw locked. He had no weapon of his own, but it hardly stopped him from cutting through the crowd. He wasn't as tall as Damen, but it did not mean he didn't cut an impressive presence, enough to move them aside. What he found when the move stopped his breath short. ]

Damianos. [ He breathed it as though he could scarcely believe whom he was looking at, relief suffusing through him- short lived, as one of the gathering crowd seemed to have found their nerve; recognized Laurent for the outsider he was, and shoved him. ]

I GET EXCITED

[andeatit]

Me too. It's good I found you. [Before L goes unspoken. It's not the romantic declaration is sounds to be, but rather relief in being the first to find her. L is here, he has abilities Light isn't sure he wouldn't use on Misa.

In a way, she had done something particularly intelligent in getting what she wants. Now, it's no longer safe to let her wander around with all of her secrets. Misa's managed to put herself exactly where she planned, even with Light plotting otherwise. It's not something lost on him.

No, maybe this is a good thing. Despite what Light thinks of her intelligence, he recognizes her ability to charm. Who better to convince everyone that Light is the good, upstanding citizen he is than an actress of her caliber? There are things to address first, such as the fact he's no longer fully human. She wouldn't be either, not in another month.]

A day and a half would have given you enough time to see the monsters. They're entirely real. [His hands come to rest on her thin shoulders, hands triggered by worry his words will make her curious enough to turn.] It's not a slow introduction but for now, that's the world we're in.

[What does she remember? Could she help more than he thought?] It's already started happening for me, it will happen for you too.

[fivenareff]

They're not going to care about shooting your face! Can you attack with those hooves?

[He himself glances around-- there's no weapons here, nothing he could use to defend himself with. He has to rely entirely on this peacock man, and god, he's going to die here.]

[digiorno]

[Honestly, he doesn't want to say. That is, some of them don't mean much, but some of them — he squeezes Polnareff's hand and steels himself. Shame, shame, shame. He wishes he could get away from it.]

There's a town. Sanctuary. I have a position there, with the police. The sheriff is named Beatrice. There's someone else, Eikichi — he has something like a Stand, but he calls it a Persona. They're the ones I want to know about, first and foremost. There's a boy named Togashi, but he's nothing to worry about.

[Okay. A good start. Keep going. Keep going.]

There's— [He clears his throat.] An individual named Diego. Brando. I don't know what the relation is. I haven't approached him. Not without a better plan than just asking. And.

[Okay, all right, just—]

Jotaro Kujo.

[notveryeasy]

[At least they're very nice and shiny rocks. Though, he feels like an oni running around with these rocks weighing down on him. He touches his pouch.]

I do know something of flowers. [If only for Sakura's sake.] However, I was thinking more of painkillers or bandages. I brought supplies from the clinic.

[silvercrusader]

[Those other names are easy, and he memorizes them, writes them down on a little list. Diego Brando is interesting, and potentially worrying, but not so much so that he thinks he has to involve himself right this second. But--]

Jotaro.

[He says the name carefully, and Giorno will feel how his grip has gone tight; the rigid way he's holding himself.]

My Jotaro?

[As if there's two Jotaro Kujos. As if maybe there's some mistake here, some fact that he's not grasping that renders this Jotaro irrelevant. It's so stupid to ask, but he does anyway, because he has to hear it from Giorno's mouth.]

[digiorno]

Oh, Polnareff.

[His voice is quiet. His hand hurts, being squeezed like this, but he bears it and squeezes back, and then lifts Polnareff's hand to kiss the back of it, an impulsive gesture of fellowship and sorrow. He won't apologize, not out loud, because it isn't his fault. But he is sorry all the same.]

Yours. He's young. But I do think he's yours.

trying to even explain his attack makes no sense, sorry

[deathboss]

[As much as they don't care about shooting his face, he takes good care of it. His right hand forms into a fist and he moves his ears listening to their footsteps get closer. Torches, swords and guns...well there's not much time to think. He puts Jean-Pierre down and moves a little farther so that the four men can seem him better - not that he's too hard to miss.]

HEY ASSHOLES! As long as Michel's here, you'll never have your way, biatch!

[That certainly gets their attention. But perhaps not as much as when his entire body begins to glow a soft blue, energy seeping from his hooves until it violently exists behind him and reforms into a creature twice his size.]

Bloody Honeymoon!

[At Eikichi's comment, the creature raises its skull bouquet in the air and the ringing of wedding bells(????) echoes around them before skeleton brides appear from thin air and create a downpour of water that not only surprises them (if the skeleton summoning other skeletons wasn't enough), but also pushes them right into a nearby wall with a sickening thud. As everything but the peacock minotaur disappears and he moves back over to the other guy his tone urgent as he keeps looking over to them.]

Let's get out of here before they come to their senses, eh?

[goldcuffed]

[Damen is demanding some answers from the advancing group, one hand still clasped over his half-healed wound. He doesn't expect the crowd to part, for a singular, shining gold figure to cut through them easily. His expression changes immediately, relief coming over him like a rising sun, lighting up in his eyes.] Laurent. [He takes a step toward him, the hand with the golden cuff on his wrist raised, and that's when someone shoves Laurent.

He hauls his fist back and punches the offender, hard, with a fist like a softball, sends them stumbling back.] Would anyone else like to lay hands on him?

[silvercrusader]

Have you talked to him?

[He isn't crying. But his heart hurts, aching in a way that it hasn't for a long time. Jotaro, who has been through too much already, who does not deserve this place, these mutilations, any more than Giorno does.

Polnareff exhales unsteadily, his head tipping back to stare at the sky. It's been two months since he's seen Jotaro. He spoke to him not a week ago, teasing him about Jolyne, but he hasn't had the chance to be face-to-face with him since he truly dove into his job as Giorno's consigliere.]

larry david | curb your enthusiasm

[prettyprettygood]

Scenario 1-A

[this was bullcrap. complete and absolute bullcrap. larry is being shoved along in the village, and it's far more frantic and crowded than even LA could ever hope to be, and he's completely baffled by everything. everytime he tries to flag somebody down, he's met with skepticism and twinges of fear, and his frustration begins to reach a boiling point. eventually, he throws both of his hands up, directing his anger towards anybody who will listen.]

Listen, I don't deserve this kind of treatment! I'm Larry David! I'm - well, I'm kind of a...a big deal! [this stops at least like one or two people, who stare at him for a second like he just grew two heads.]

Yeah, these guys, they know! [he gestures towards them wildly.] You guys must've seen Seinfeld! I was George!

[they turn and walk away, rolling their eyes at the loon, and larry reaches out for them, walking behind them, as they begin to speed up and eventually run away from him.]

Wait, no, I wasn't really George! Well, I was! I was the guy who, I made the show, and I based George on me!

[he stops in his tracks, and he digs his hands into his pockets.]

They thought I was Jason Alexander.

Scenario 1-B

[larry strolls into one of the bathrooms holding a big stack of pamphlets, and walks back out holding none of them. some of the kind people who gave him the pamphlets eye him suspiciously, having watched him because he was acting a little unhinged. this gets even worse when larry tries to take one of the pamphlets back without them noticing, and he ends up talking to 3 very angry-looking pamphlet holders.]

Now, look, I didn't throw away your pamphlets! I would never do that! See, I took your pamphlet into the bathroom, and...you know, you can't take it back out of the bathroom, right? It either ends up touching your gross unwashed hands or it ends up wet from the sink or your own hands! I'm not - I'm trying to replace the pamphlets that you guys gave me.

Scenario 3

[larry doesn't even like fish.

the "larry david sandwich"? it was 2 different kinds of fish, and capers, and larry hated it. that's it. he's become the larry david sandwich. this is his punishment. he's got a freaking tail and...god he's starting to get gills. where's the walt disney people, he feels like he's gonna get sued for copyright infringement at any second. so, what now? is he just gonna embrace this?

well, he'll certainly try. and he does, finding a nice rock out in the middle of a...lake. nice lake, small lake, and he begins his alluring song:]

Hey, boys! It's...me, the alluring mermaid! I'll sell you some decently-priced seafood products for far less than today's overpriced seafood market! 10 bucks for a calamari appetizer, pssh, who are those guys fooling?

[he's owning it.]

Wildcard

[hit me with anything, as long as it ends in larry david being humiliated.]

[digiorno]

I have. A few times.

[If he let himself, his vision could swim at that, too. Everything about Jotaro could. But it's his turn to be strong, he knows. They can do this, the two of them, shift and switch, holding each other up when it's needed. They're good at that.]

[He presses his face to Polnareff's shoulder, so as not to look at him. So as to give him more space. To protect him.]

He's hurting. He . . . it just happened. You know. With him, with Dio.

He doesn't trust me. And I haven't, mm, told him. Even still. I'm not sure he trusts anyone.

[redoublement]

[ He hadn't known that Damen had found him, he hadn't even thought that Damen would realize to look for him. Time had lost meaning after he had been shot. He did not know how long he'd been running for, did not know how long he'd been hunted. With alarming realization, he understood suddenly that he was flagging. His energy to flee seeping out of him with the blood he spent upon the pavement. He steeled himself, wrenching his injured wing up, trying to at least fold it against his back- it twitching, flopping feebly, pain lancing through it and down his spine- but not enough to bow him.

If he was to die, he would not do so running.

He spun, flaring out his good wing to face down the three remaining men, his teeth bared. ]

Come. [ He demanded- and then crouched, launching himself into the air. He could not fly- but his bones were light, his jump greater than these feeble men. His talons outstretched, his good wing thrown open. He landed on one, talons digging into his face- clawing through skin, ripping shreds of it away and leaving the man screaming; blind and flailing wildly- his gun fumbled. This time, Laurent was prepared, and when he swung wildly for the bird-creature, Laurent launched off, the spray of fire embedding uselessly into the alley wall.

The second man swung his shotgun at Laurent, the proximity too close to his other fellow to fire. Laurent ducked, and dodged- lunging again to knock the man off his feet. The third seemed to have no qualms with shooting his fellow, as he took aim at Laurent and the other where they struggled. ]

[goldcuffed]

[The third doesn't last long. He pointed his gun at Laurent, and he will die for that. Laurent can fight, he knows it, and so he tries not to worry too much as he looms behind the third man and takes him by the jaw, twisting his head neatly with a loud crack. His strength has only increased since his changes, and maybe later he will feel badly for how easily death comes at his hands.

His powerful tail knocks the body of the third man away, and he calls out,] Laurent! [The first man, still blinded and flailing, is who he heads toward next, in case the cur picks up any courage with his impending death. He lashes out, knocks him strongly into a wall, where his head hits with a sickening crack. It's down to Laurent and the second man, and Damen doesn't want to risk hurting Laurent trying to insert himself.]

osomatsu matsuno // osomatsu-san

[titularly]

i. we have a scumball here, folks

[This wouldn't be the first time Osomatsu's woken up somewhere unfamiliar, per-say... it didn't bother him much at all, when he sat up in that hospital room with cuts and bruises on his body and no recollection of how he arrived here. The fact that his clothes were soaking wet and that the room looked like it belonged in an old, 1950's soap drama didn't bother him either. The doctor telling him that he was fished upon the shore, the fact that he was a town that didn't sound even the slightest bit like it belonged in Japan...

What did bother him, though... was the fact that he was alone.

He left that hospital with his head bowed, his hands forced into the cold, wet pockets of his hoodie. It's usually not like himself to let something like this get to him -- or at least, to show when it does. Being the eldest of six identical, twin brothers... doesn't leave a lot of room for you to worry about yourself. He's usually in charge of making sure his little brothers don't fight or cheering them up or listening to their own problems. Plus, he just generally doesn't like to be upset. He'd rather goof around and make jokes out of a serious situation like this, but that's the thing. If he had woken up with just one of his brothers, it'd be different. Right now... right now he didn't have anyone to cheer up or joke around with.

He was completely by himself.]

[Apparently, his bad mood was easy to read just by looking at him because within only 20 or so minutes, the locals began to shove pamphlets his way with smiles on their faces. It was annoying, at first but then some of them started to offer something better -- free breakfast, a place to stay, and that's when Osomatsu started to feel a little better about the situation.

About halfway through the day, the guy's got his hoodie just filled with pamphlets haphazardly shoved into his pocket, and a big grin from ear to ear. All that offers of free stuff has him feeling pretty great about himself, to the point of narcissism, and when he notices a newcomer walking his way, he bounds over with a skip in his step.]

Hey, hey -- do 'ya got something for me? You do, don't you?

[He holds his hand out to them, expectantly.]

I'll take whatever you got, but just so you know I'd strrrrrrongly prefer money!

iv. you die in the gag anime you die for real

[Round ears, sharp fangs, claws and a furry tail -- Osomatsu had undoubtedly turned into a Werebear. A red panda, to be exact. At first, he thought it was pretty boring; under the impression that if he was going to go through painful and horrific changes, that he should at least turn into something big and scary so he could easily scare humans into giving him free shit. But he learned over time that his new, cute bear appendages helped him in a different regard. He never really used the "act cute to get stuff" route, that was something saved for the youngest sextuplet instead, but after a woman had complimented him on his cute ears and markings and offered to buy him a snack (which ended absolutely poorly after he started flirting with her...), he learned to make use of his new monster form that way.

Though. Acting cute to ask for beer from a bunch of angry monster hunters was probably. Not something he should have done.

After running down a few streets like his life depended on it, Osomatsu found himself backed into a corner. He stood with his back to a wall, blocking off the area behind him and about four hunters all closing in on him.]

O-oi, all I asked for was a free beer! You guys don't have to kill me over it, you coulda' just said "no"!

[In reply, one of the hunters runs at Osomatsu with a rather large looking knife and swings; to which Osomatsu ducks, and he makes a dash for it. He takes advantage of his shorter stature to stumble past the taller men and get out of that blocked off area, but they were fast to follow and pretty soon they've caught up again.

The previous man with the knife grasps on to Osomatsu's wrist and takes another swing, with Osomatsu dodging just barely enough to escape getting his eye stabbed with that knife. It slices his cheek instead, digging deeply into his skin and leaving a nice open gash slashed right across it. Osomatsu rips his hand free and stumbles back a few feet, falling flat onto his ass as he presses his hands against his wound and lets out a howl of pain as if he had gotten a limb chopped off or something... he's begun to flail his legs around like a child as well, and his overreaction actually has the hunters confused enough to pause in their pursuit.

If someone were to step in and save his ass, now would be the perfect chance....]

v. secret prompt unlocked

[After encounters with hunters and learning pretty quick that the humans of this place were no help at all, Osomatsu's decided to turn to help from his own kind. He can't take care of himself, he's a NEET after all and it's not like he has any skills to get a job. So... he's done the next best thing.

On a busy street of downtown Bavan, there's a rather large cardboard box sitting out on the sidewalk in front of a cafe. The words "Free Kitty" are scribbled in big, red letters across the front but inside is in fact the furthest thing from a 'kitty' at all. It's Osomatsu in his red panda glory, either peeking his head out with the most pathetic expression he can manage or calling out to people, asking how they could be so cruel to leave a kitten on it's own in the rain (it's not even raining). Or he can be found cat-calling to women that look particularly cute or lazily drinking a beer with one of his arms hanging over the side.

This is what he's chosen to do for himself. This is his job. He's been out here for a week.

Someone please stop him, he probably smells so bad.]

vi. wildcard

[Want to make a prompt of your own? Feel free to, here! I'll follow suit!]

[redoublement]

[ The man whom Damen had hit went down- and down hard. He did not get back up. Laurent found himself smugly satisfied with the development, though he himself had only stumbled. ]

Hello, lover. [ He purred smoothly, as if unaffected by the air of tension around them. Reaching out, his hand softly caressed Damen's side, and while his features remained pointedly fixed- unperturbed- the worry in the action was clear. ]

The wildlife here is too uncouth for my tastes. Come. [ He took Damen's arm, instead of offering his own- and pulled to guide the other away from the simmering crowd. Hoping that they would remain afraid long enough for them to make a clean exit. ]

[redoublement]

[ He closes his talons around the man's throat, and bares down. His other foot scratches away ribbons of skin, his wings flapping to keep himself out of the other's grip. Blood sprays through the alley- his own, and the dying man who chokes, and gutters beneath him. He hears Damen, but his focus remains upon killing the insolent cretin beneath him. Only once the man stops twitching, stops fighting with him does Laurent let go.

He drops, harder than he means to, to the concrete. Wings falling slack, his injured one trembling terribly. With the completion of the fight, Laurent felt a wave of exhaustion and dizziness roll over him. He sagged, leaning heavily against the nearest wall, barely keeping to his feet. ]

Damianos. You're late, as usual.

[goldcuffed]

[The rest of the crowd seems more unsure after Damen's display of force, and seem to take a collective step back. Hello, lover. It takes him back to another time, but he can't find it in himself to be anything but relieved to see that unperturbed face and casual air. When he looks back at Laurent, the light is back in his eyes, and makes it easier to ignore the fresh trickle of blood down his skin, the sharp, pulling pain of disturbing his injury.] Laurent.

[He lets the other lead him away. The crowd around them part, unsure about taking out their anger on the pair now, a couple bending down to check on their fallen comrade. Damen is glad to be away, glad to have Laurent with him, glad to see this one familiar face.] How did we get here? Where is this? I don't understand.

[redoublement]

You've torn your stitches.

[ It isn't even close to an answer, Laurent's free hand moving to the other's side- applying gentle pressure in n effort to staunch the blood. ] What were you thinking?You brute.

[ The concern was there- though unspoken. 'You ought to be more careful.' ]