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

Kouen Ren | Magi

[goateeocracy]

[One]

[At first you wonder why two little girls with flowers in their hands just ran past you crying, but everything becomes clear when you realize they just tried to greet a man who's sitting on a nearby bench with a pile of fliers next to him. He's watching them run away with...well, it's actually a bemused expression, but it's hard to tell because he has one of the most impressive cases of resting bitchface on record. He frowns (which doesn't make it any better), then returns to reading "So Your Tentacles Want Blood (and That's Not Okay With You.)"]

What?

[He doesn't sound pleased that you witnessed any of that.]

[Three]

[It's not unfamiliar, the sensation of his body stretching and changing, but the wrenching, the twisting, the sinking dread of knowing that this is going to be permanent is enough to make him nauseous. It's his arm, just his arm. The one he'd been about to give up, ironically, and the pain is becoming too much to take. He stumbles sideways, almost knocking over whoever it is who has the misfortune of walking next to him, clutching at his arm and gritting his teeth so that he won't scream. It's like it's on fire and his just wants it to stop.

It's enraging. Enraging, and infuriating. Enraging and infuriating and painful and he slams his arm against the nearest flat surface just to regain his focus...except the nearest flat surface happens to be the a shop window.

And monster strength is excessive.

Shards of glass fly everywhere and Kouen Ren is having the worst day ever.]

One (plus one more small child)

[copy_ability]

... Uwah?

[The small, pink-haired two year old looks left and right, trying to determine if the man is talking to anyone else before he determines it is him he's talking to. He blinks but takes the question entirely wrongly, and he totters towards the man.]

Poyo....... [He pats your knee. You don't sound pleased... maybe it's because the girls ran away? Or did they steal your flowers?]

[goateeocracy]

[Kouen sighs. More kids. This one's way too young to be wandering around on his own, though.]

Where's your mom, kid?

[He sets the pamphlet aside and looks around. He's not going to let some kid get separated from his parents. At least he's pretty good with kids when they aren't running away from him and crying. He just...has to get past that step first.]

[copy_ability]

Poyo?

[His mom? Kirby tilts his head in confusion. His mom? He didn't know he had one. He knows Fumu and Bun have a mother, so he knows what one is, but he's not sure if he has one. He woke up alone in his starship.]

Uhh... poyo...

[He points to the sky. That's where he came from, so close enough, right?]

[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?

[copy_ability]

Heee heee heeee!

[Well he wasn't expecting that but he's not going to complain. Kirby waves his arms happily as he's lifted up, higher than he was before. This was so cool! It was like sitting up in a tree.]

Poyo Poyyyy!

[He doesn't see anyone right now, really, not that he minds.]

[goateeocracy]

This isn't a goddamn game! Do you see her or not?!

[He doesn't mind children, but that doesn't mean he's good with them. Especially not ones who aren't old enough to communicate. Learn to talk, already.]

[copy_ability]

[You need to wait two hundred years before this guy is mature enough. We apologise for this delay]

Doop! Poy poyo! [He keeps pointing at the sky and then at the sun. That's a star! Maybe that place is closer to home!]

!!!!!!!!!!!! three

[wronging]

[ Another day, another poor soul having an open breakdown in the city. Rather than being surprised anymore he's taken to simply being amused and ducking when it happens, mostly. In the sunlight he's basking on a balcony (not his own), all twisted braid and tail hanging down beneath his lazily half-folded wings, gaze on the alleyways below.

A flash of red catches his eye, but his nose doesn't find a scent of blood to accompany it. Not even an attack, he thinks sluggishly--

Until glass sprinkles the pavement and in a split second he spots that profile in what suddenly looks more like a glorious rain of crystal than just a smashed window. There's no way this guy couldn't make an accident look like a threat, with enough force.

Within moments Judal's scrambling to his padded manticore feet and darting over the rooftops, two, three shops down, and his chest is swelling with a furious hope as he bellows; ]

Koooouennn! Took you long enough!

[goateeocracy]

[Kouen grits his teeth and clutches at his arm. This is the last thing he needs right now. He takes a few stumbling step forward and leans against the wall of the store, trying to push past the pain and the frustration to find at least some shred of inner calm. He knows that voice and even if he's somehow hallucinating from the pain, he's sure even an illusory Judal will need every tiny bit of his patience to deal with.

He's not good at patience. Even when his arm isn't twisting into a monstrous facsimile of its former self.]

Took me long enough to what?

[He's not in the mood for pleasantries right now.]

[wronging]

To finally get here, of course!

[ His voice is brimming with glee as he reaches the roof by Kouen, crouching down with toes curled on the roof's edge to peer closer at him. What a frustrated face -- that's the real deal right there, even if he is dealing with the first growing pains! After all, the changes unfortunately lack the rush of power that accompanies even the most monstrous djinn equips. No wonder he's struggling to contain it.

But he's puzzled as to why Kouen won't pay him a glance, at least. Judal hangs back for a moment, then swings upside-down from the precipice, eyes reflecting the red of Kouen's hair as he watches him stumble. ]

Heh, don't ignore me! Say, this place has a pretty warm welcome, right? But you'll be able use this to your advantage, I know it.

[goateeocracy]

[Kouen scowls up at him. He'd been told that they would all be transformed into something that reflected their inner selves somehow, and here's living, breathing, obnoxious proof. It isn't that he dislikes Judal, necessarily, but he's in no position to entertain overgrown spoiled house cats right now. And under no obligation to, for once.]

Shut up, Judal.

[It's a shame that he doesn't even get to enjoy saying it. Not with glass shards embedded in his arm. Not with his fingers starting to twist themselves into heavy black claws.]

1

[hissyfits]

......

[Sphintus opens his mouth and closes it again, because that is some damn high-ranking Kou-attire, isn't it? Should he really talk to a guy like that?? Best to put it delicately.]



You really should put a mask on that ugly mug of yours, you know? It's rare that they're being this welcoming. No reason to scare them into greeting us with guns and pitchforks right again~

[Reaching out to bend the flier so that he can steal a quick peek at its title, Sphintus shakes his head and sighs. He is wearing his traditional Heliohaptian clothes and Ryslig hasn't left any of its trademark marks on him yet -- if one were to overlook the third eye that is sitting snug (and a little bit too low to be properly centered) in the middle of his forehead. Pushing his hands on his hips, Sphintus pitches his best 'dear god these beginners' voice as he tries to stare Kouen down.

He is absolutely not trying to compensate for dealing with a scary Kou soldier or anything, especially not way too much.]

You're from Kou, right? You can save yourself reading that, it's all just a bunch of crap. They might as well claim you get a djinn by rubbing an old lamp.

[goateeocracy]

[He has a low threshold for dealing with anything regarding the Seven Seas Alliance to begin with, but this is just ridiculous. Maybe this is some strange alternate world, but that doesn't give some brat from Heliohapt the right to talk to a prince of Kou like this. And it's not like his rank isn't obvious, even if his metal vessels are suspiciously absent.]

I'll decide what I want to read and what I don't.

[Has he seen this kid before? He looks vaguely familiar for some reason. Not that there's a possibility that recognizing him would make feel any more charitable towards him. That possibility reached zero pretty fast.]

[hissyfits]

[If Sphintus knew he's being lumped in with the Seven Seas Alliance he'd be somewhat insulted. Sinbad didn't bring good luck and fortitude to everybody in the lands of his allies, although Sphintus can't blame him for what he did either. It's always like that in life, some win, some lose, even when no malicious intents are involved.]

'Course you do. But assuming you want some real information about how to handle this place first [Sitting down on the other side of the fliers on the bench, he makes a move to pick them up and sort through them.] I can tell you which ones of them are true and which ones are rubbish. That should at least give you a leg up for what's to come.

Consider it a welcome bonus for being from the same world, considering I've been helping the magis too.

[goateeocracy]

Which Magi?

[Suddenly, Sphintus has Kouen's undivided attention. He couldn't care less about which pamphlets are true and which ones aren't, but this? This is information he can actually use. If this kid is just blowing smoke, though, he's going to have to kick his ass.]

[hissyfits]

Aladdin, Titus and Judal.

[He grimaces at the latter one's name. There is clearly no love between them, no thanks to Judal's happy little game of bat the Heliohaptian around.]

...the list of things I've done for them by now is getting ridiculous. You'd think they'd know how to take care of themselves without magic, but nooo, they keep going as if things are as always and they're invincible.

[goateeocracy]

So they're powerless here?

[The self-aggrandizing bullshit barely registers. If those three are here and have rendered powerless, the implications are huge. He can't claim to be an expert in this sort of thing, but he's fairly certain that the only thing that could render them entirely unable to use magic would be to remove them from their world. He can't even fathom the scale of the magic that would be required to produce that. A proper explanation would require talking to Aladdin, probably. Or Titus. Anyone but Judal. That would be an exercise in futility.]

Who else has been brought here?

[He has questions. Lots of questions. And they're going to be answered now. Right now.]

[hissyfits]

[He stops and gives the Kou guy a sidelong Look.]

They are, at least as far as magic goes. Titus claims to have his back, but as long as there aren't any Rukh to see I call bullshit on it. He's always had a habit of talking grand when he doesn't get half of what's going on. No offense.

[He really doesn't mean his comment offensive. Grabbing the fliers he leafs through them, sorting them into three small piles.]

These here seem to be talking the truth. These are confirmed nonsense that's only good for entertainment if you've run out of any other options. And the ones in the middle could be either, I have seen neither confirmation nor the proof that they're wrong yet.

As for who... take a look around. If the look like dungeon creatures or severely out of place they've most likely been pulled in as well. There's too many to know all their names.

3. kind of.

[liquidbaby]

[ The one Kouen is stumbling over has no possible way to carry his weight, and instead of almost knocking him over, Ron falls over completely, and with Kouen's current luck he will fall to the ground as well.

Because the person is five years old and just a bit over a meter tall. ]

Ow...!

[goateeocracy]

Watch it, brat!

[His patience is at its shortest at the moment. If there was actually something he could do for the kid, maybe he'd do it, but he can barely keep himself upright with the pain shooting through his arm. He leans against the wall, breathing heavily and trying not to do something else stupid.]

[liquidbaby]

[ Kouen, how dare you make a five year old cry. Well, of course he dares, he is or was the emperor.

He stares with wide, tear dripping eyes and tugs at Kouen's sleeve. ]

[goateeocracy]

[He doesn't particularly want to make kids cry, it's just kind of a natural side effect of who he is. You don't grow up with a face like his and win over children and small animals. It's part of the reason why people always seem to assume the worst about him. Though right now he's not being as empathetic as he's actually capable of. That happens when your arm is twisting and reshaping itself and your hands are sprouting heavy black claws.]

Knock it off!

[To his credit, that's more or less how he talked to his brother when he cried when they were little. And Mei turned out okay. Sort of. For Mei values of "okay."]

[liquidbaby]

B-but- o-oji-san...

[ Kouen is also looking scary as all hell with his arm transforming, and with his tone, it isn't one that will make a kid stop crying. And in a scary situation, when someone is mean to him, he reacts automatically; ]

I-I'll k-kill...

[ The problem is that he doesn't have any powers anymore, so he can't exactly transform into liquid and drown the man. ]

[goateeocracy]

[Is this kid threatening him? Crying and threatening him? He really doesn't have time for this shit.]

I SAID KNOCK IT OFF!

[He slams his arm against the wall again, which just sends more glass shards falling down from what remains of the shattered window. It doesn't do much for the pain in his arm, either, and he's left cursing and sliding down to the ground with a grimace on his face.]