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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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"Lose control of ourselves." What exactly do you mean by that? [She hates to ask and dreads the answer but she needs to know.]

Gods. And just who are these gods?

[Tayler's hands move in a sort of helpless gesticulation of distress. She doesn't want to talk about it any more than Jessica wants to hear about it, but she also knows that the woman needs this information now rather than later.]

It's a bit like... when a dog gets rabies. Normally sweet, well behaved house pet and then his brain goes to jelly and he gets vicious, bites and kills anything he can get his teeth into. It's like that. Not pretty.

[Her tone as she finishes is genuinely nauseated and perhaps Jessica can hear in her voice or see in the faraway look in her eyes that she's seen this first hand, been on the scene for the breakdown of consciousness of another person.]

It's hard to say really who or what they are, but there are a handful of them, two or three or four depending on the day, and nobody can really see them except maybe their acolytes and I haven't been daring enough yet to pretend to drink the koolaid to get behind enemy lines because I think they have some kind of mind control and I'm not about to go in until I'm sure I can come back out, right? But from what I can tell, they've got some serious magic, too, and the locals worship them as actual gods, as in part of their religion. Not that that means I think they're immortal or anything. Though I guess that's not impossible, we're kind of immortal now, too, in a way.

[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?

[ Ed didn’t mean to ramble, but it happens at times. He wasn’t as careful with his words as the rest of the Strahl candidates or aristocrats after all, probably because the first years of his life, he wasn’t raised as nobility.

He only got up half the way to move over to the boy, to make sure he was alright. ]

I didn’t mean to trip over you, I’m sorry. Are you alright?

So, what you are telling me is is that if we don't eat, we go "rabid". And there is only one food source that will prevent this. [Her tone is serious now, almost deadly serious. Though she can still hope this is some elaborate prank or a nightmare, the fact is is that she is here, likely to stay, and will need to learn the laws of the land to survive and minimize the damage to herself and others.]

We can't even agree on the number of "gods" here? [This is getting foolish.]

Immortal? Us? And why don't you think the so called gods here are immortal? [Perhaps there is information that can be used here, somehow.]

[ He wipes his tears with his knuckles, and tries to calm down. ]

Y-you h-hurt me... must- must k-kill...

[ ....okay, looking past the "must kill" part... ]

I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to hurt you. [ He feels the need to emphasize on this. ] Where does it hurt? Did you get any scrapes or wounds?

[ He really is concerned even more now. ]

[ If only he'd still had his powers, he could kill him within seconds. ]

Ev-everything... Ev-everything hurts.

[ Look, he's five, he can be overly dramatic at times. ]

[ He knows a fair amount of children from spending a lot of time out of school grounds and among the people away from his father's estate so he's hoping that it's just the overly dramatic nature of children that's mostly in play here. ]

Where does it hurt the most, then? I can have a look and see if I can patch you up a little.

M-mwy back...

[ That's where he stumbled over him, after all. ]

Right, sorry, it's all my fault. Could you show me?

N-no!

[ He cringed. Why would he let the one who got him hurt in the first place touch him? ]

Okay. If you don't want me to, that's alright. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

[ He felt that he had to repeat that more times. He's probably not done repeating it, either. ]

You hurt me.

[ That was mean. Why was he mean to him then nice? It's confusing. ]

Yeah I know, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.

That's bad.

[ He punches Ed's leg, but it isn't very painful considering he's really weak. ]

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!

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ 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. ]

[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?

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?

. . .those people are useless. Seriously? Pamphlets? [He lets out an annoyed huff. For their sake, he'd think the humans of this would could at least try to be more helpful, if they didn't want to be eaten eventually.

He reels back a bit when she turns the questions back on him, but he quickly shakes his head.]

When I arrived here, I thought I had just been with you guys, too. It's certainly a contradiction, and difficult to take in, but you have to listen to me, Trucy.

[Seeing her now, in less than chipper form, he opts to withhold a bit of information. Had he been with Mr. Wright? Yes, briefly. But he too had vanished. The last thing she needs to know is that her father was in the middle of warping into a bird monster, and then seemingly disappeared without a trace. Talk about the opposite of reassuring. He takes a breath, and then reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder.]

I. . .I don't have all the answers, Trucy. But what I do know, is that this world is completely different from home. Hell, it's even a different time period. There are normal people here, and then those like us, who were kidnapped by. . .[The Fog God, he hesitates to say. While he's accepted the absurdity of this world, it'll be a dark day before he calls some unknown entity a god. For all he knows, it's one very skilled magician playing a cruel prank.] someone. . .that person is responsible for changing everyone.

And, well. . .

[He gestures to himself, spikes, wings, etc.]

I don't look like this because of some sort of fashion statement. So far, there isn't a way to stop it. It all sounds totally ridiculous, doesn't it?

Yeah, those were interesting for all of two seconds. But they weren't flashy enough, and there were way too many. I think the people here are lazy or something. Or brain dead! [ ...Okay, that last bit was mean, but she calls 'em like she sees 'em, and she's really not in the mood to have more papers thrown at her and to be brushed off like she'd been.

She's listening extremely carefully -- contrary to popular belief, she does listen to ~~her big brother~~ Apollo even if she doesn't always seem like it -- and she heaves a small sigh finally. ]

This is a lot to take in, but... no, honestly, it doesn't sound ridiculous at all. It sounds complicated.

[ It's only then that she straightens up and flashes him a reassuring grin, gently placing one of her hands over the one he'd placed on her shoulder. Outwardly, she's okay. She's cheerful and bright again, because she has to be. Inwardly, she's a mess of emotions that she refuses to let surface again. She can't imagine that Apollo's had it easy here, she's not stupid, and she's seen the looks thrown their way.

She's an entertainer through and through, though, and so her smile will remain in place, no matter what, from here on out. ]

Well, then I guess we're going to have to go through these changes together, Polly! Besides, I'm supposed to be your assistant, right? What kind of assistant and friend would I be if I didn't stick around to try and help as much as I can?

[ Keyword: try. She's not sure exactly what changes she's going to be looking forward to, but... well. That can be dealt with later. ]

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Trucy Wright | Ace Attorney

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