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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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[One: Vandare]
[Wherever this is, people are not happy to see King Damianos.

He doesn't remember what happened, only that just recently he awoke on an unfamiliar beach (It is not Ios. There are no cliffs, no white stone.), still injured from Kastor's knife. His chiton, once white and simple, is wet and blood-stained and torn, his dark curls thick and damp with seawater. Last he can recall, he was in the slave baths, with Laurent holding his hand over his wound, listening to the bells that heralded Damen as King.

The walk from the beach to the nearest center of people was excruciating, every step pulling on the half-healed edges of his wound, fresh blood dotting the front of his dirty chiton. These people are not Akielon, nor are they even Veretian, and this town is one he does not recognize the style of; it is confusing and a little frightening, and he wishes Laurent were here.

He holds a hand over his wound as he regards a small group of townsfolk who look... angry, advancing on the tall, dark-skinned man in the strange clothes and gold cuff. Damen holds himself warily, giving ground slowly, looking like he might turn to violence.] What is the meaning of this? Where have I been taken? [Has he been drugged and loaded onto a ship again? Did the Regent have some sort of... contingency plan? Where is Laurent?]

[Three&Four: Naga, Bavan]
[The stares had begun inside town. The displeased whispers. The reaching for weapons. Damen had ignored it the best he could, out getting some supplies for his small, sort of dilapidated dwelling, huffing out a quiet laugh at how this would seem to anyone back home. The King of Akielos, leader of armies and victor against treachery, doing his own grocery shopping. Doing his own anything, really - he's used to having servants and cooks and squires. But in times of crisis, needs must, and Damianos does what needs to be done without complaint.

He makes the walk back toward his house in silence, head held high, bag under one arm. His clothes mark him an outsider here; he hasn't gotten past wearing chitons yet, not eager to go back to more Veretian styles of tight pants and constricting jackets after so long. The bag crashes to the ground, however, spilling fruit, an orange rolling down the sidewalk, as the pain hits.

Searing fire down his spine, his legs gone suddenly numb, unable to hold his weight. He is no small man, standing at close to 6'6" and muscled to match, and he goes down hard with a short grunt of pain. The hunters, sensing weakness, begin to close in on him, and out here, he wonders if anyone will be around to defend him.

Heart racing, Damen tries unsuccessfully to pull himself to his feet.] You would fight a man on the ground? You Rysligians have no honor.

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ 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. ]

[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.

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.' ]

I was thinking that he laid hands on you. Treason to lay hands upon the king. [He lays one of his own hands against Laurent's, pressed over his wound, a silent assurance that he will be alright. It's bleeding a little, but not much; he'll survive it. He'll be in pain for the rest of the walk, but he'll be alright.]

No one here seems terribly happy to see us. I think we are a long way from Ios, but... [He winds his other arm around Laurent's shoulders, eager to keep him close in this wary and hostile city. They need each other, they can only get through this together.]

It's only a little tear. Nothing to fret over.

Treason in Ios, in Arles, perhaps- but I do not think this place is either. [ He gestured towards one of the many wheeled, and strange devices parked along the side of the street; unlike anything that Laurent had ever seen, or anything that existed in either of their homes- or even beyond. ]

Until I have seen the damage for myself, I will fret all I want. It was hard enough to get you to rest long enough for them to even close. I'll not stand by and listen as you underestimate or even outright hide the severity of what you've done to yourself.

[Point taken, the strange machines lining the streets and the unfamiliar architecture tells him this is nowhere they have traveled before. But still, at home, they have respect for foreign royalty, at least the ones they get along with.] That much is clear. [He admits a little quieter,] Still, I hate the thought of anyone laying hands upon you.

[His lips press together in a thin line as he looks around them. People openly cower away from them, or regard them with hatred as they pass.] We have more important things to focus on. Let us find somewhere safe to sit down and you can inspect my wound all you like.

After that demonstration I doubt anyone will be making a repeat of it. [ He kept their arms gently looped, leading the other towards the shady greenery of the forest. Hoping that here, at least, they would not be bothered. They could find answers to their whereabouts together, later. ]

I should warn you, I've seen a number of... grotesque oddities since I woke.

If they are wise. [Damen will not hesitate to defend himself and Laurent, if he has to. He's no fan of wholesale slaughter and prefers an honorable fight, but the people here are without honor, if they would shove someone for so much as existing.]

...As have I. Beasts I have only heard of in children's scary stories. [After a little while, Damen judges their position safe enough, away from the hostile people of the town. He lowers himself to an old stump, tugging Laurent down gently with him with the arm around his shoulders.] Were we drugged? Brought here by ship?

[ Laurent went, his hands sliding for the pins holding the other's chiton closed, tugging them free so that he could bare the other's chest, and inspect the damage he had done to his stitches for himself. ]

No, not to my understanding. [ He murmured softly, his fingers grazing over the skin nearest the wound, without touching it directly, worry knitting his brow. ] I woke up in the sea, with scratches and bruises. My last memories in Ios- trying to keep you resting.

[Despite their situation, he feels almost delirious with happiness at the ease with which Laurent touches him, deftly unpins his chiton to bare his chest. New, casually expressed love. This will never grow old. He acquiesces to the attention; he had pulled at the injury with his movements, and the wound is red and irritated, but the fresh blood is only a trickle. The seawater was probably worse for it. Paschal might warn of infection.] How is that possible? The last I recall... the slave baths. You held my hand, and the bells rang outside.

Yet I woke on the beach here, with scratches and bruising I don't remember getting.

I remember similarly, and I was not bleeding out upon the floor. We were seeing to your wounds, and then nothing. No memories of travel, of trickery. Just us, and now here.

[ Satisfied that the other had not done an over-large amount of damage, Laurent moved to fix the other's chiton back in it's proper place, his lips pursed. ]

[He doesn't ask how such a thing is possible. It's still too much like waking up in Vere, knowing he had been drugged for an entire ship voyage before. After Laurent pins his chiton back in place, he reaches up to lay his hand over one of Laurent's, breathing out slowly. He aches, and he's tired. The feeling is only now starting to catch up to him.]

When I woke without you on the sand, I feared the worst. [He admits quietly, leaning down to tuck his forehead against Laurent's soft blond hair.] That this was some new plot. Maybe it still is.

Don't tell me that you have lost your insufferable optimism now. [ He teased it gently, squeezing the other's hand, closing his eyes as Damen tucked against the side of his head. In public as they were- this wasn't something he would have normally allowed. But... given their strange circumstances, and the waves of discomfort still rolling from Dame, he would allow it. ]

This is but one more challenge, and whomever has brought us here has made one grave mistake: They brought us together.

Am I so insufferable? [That does make him laugh quietly, as he takes a moment to just sit, to gather himself. It seems that no sooner is one trial over that they begin a new trial, and it is... not ideal.

He hasn't even had the chance to bury his brother.

Moping won't help either of them. He's glad that Laurent gives him these few moments, because he thinks he needed it, but soon he's sitting up again, the points of contact between them reduced to their clasped hands.] One more challenge, one where we don't know the rules. People with tails and horns and fur like beasts... Who would have thought?

Absolutely. [ But he's fond as he says it, gentle as he observes the other. Knows what is going through the other's mind. Can only guess at what it must be like for the other. Laurent, at least, had been able to lay his family to rest.

With the other's motion Laurent moved with him, getting back up, not breaking the contact between their hands. ]

Someone with a perverse sense of humour, I should think. We'll need to find a place to stay, and more information. [ But if nothing else, Laurent was glad that they were able to do so together. ]

[He stands with Laurent, not about to be the first one to pull his hand away. It's still so new and thrilling, that Laurent will hold his hand, that they're going to be together. This place won't change that, will never change that they are impossibly in love.

A place to stay. More information. A mission, a goal.] Most of the townsfolk here seemed hostile toward foreigners. That could be easier said than done. You worry about information, and I will find us a place to stay.

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TEST DRIVE : MAY 2016 EDITIOIN

Damianos | Captive Prince

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