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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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No.

[There's such a thing as answering too quickly, but this isn't that. Polnareff says it firmly, and adds:]

I'm . . . afraid for you. I'm upset this happened to you, that I wasn't around for any of it. But I could never be afraid of you, Giorno, no matter what. You're still you.

[He won't say he isn't put off by the other man's appearance, because he is. Seeing extra eyes where there ought to be none, the extra arms, just as slender and well-formed as the rest of Giorno-- it's disturbing. It makes his stomach roll.

--but he sees that perfect posture. He notices the way they're carefully not touching. And he knows what that means, because he's gotten to know Giorno pretty damn well. And he can tell that this is still his Giorno-- because if he's hurting because he can't protect people, then he's still him.]

. . . All right.

[All right. All right, well . . . if Polnareff is saying that, then it must be true. And he realizes a moment later that thinking it isn't enough, so he pushes it out through his lips.]

I trust you.

[Immediately he feels better, having said it. Instantly. Someone to trust, without question. How he's missed having this. He doesn't need many, but he needs more than none. Doesn't he? Isn't that what Bruno taught him?]

[He reaches for Polnareff's hand again, needing to have that touch, that safety. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it until it came back to him.]

[He threads their fingers together, his eyes closing for a moment. He's allowed a moment-- just a few seconds, sitting here in silence, trying to absorb everything that's happened, that's going to happen.]

When will the changes come?

[He's not stupid, and he's sure not the exception to whatever rules this place runs on.]

Soon.

[He closes his eyes, too. It's easy to take his cues from Polnareff. He feels less bristly like this, not necessarily sure-footed but as though the ground has become just a little more solid.]

[After a moment, he breathes out and nods, as if confirming his own statement.]

The next time the fog comes, that's when it will start. And it will hurt.

I won't leave your side.

I know you won't.

[Soon, but not so soon Giorno thinks he has to know the ins and outs of this place right away. Maybe a week, then, and he can deal with it in a week. In a week, he'll be more grounded.

He exhales slowly and tips his head over, glancing at Giorno.]

What do you need from me?

[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.

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?

[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.

[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.]

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.

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.]

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.

No, he wouldn't.

[His wife, maybe, was the first person he'd trusted after Egypt-- and that had been years down the line.]

He trusts me. And so he'll trust you.

[As if that's Giorno's biggest concern. But it's easier to frame it that way-- like it's business, like it's just another task to be taken care of. Jotaro's here, take care of him, make sure he and Giorno know they can lean on each other.]

How long have you been here?

[It's not the biggest concern. Truthfully, the biggest concern is for his own safety. Silly, maybe, at least for now when his strength and power is so much greater than Jotaro's. But the fact remains that Jotaro killed his father. It was just, it was right.]

[It still makes Giorno afraid. It's pure cursed luck that Jotaro hasn't seen him for what he is, that the bizarre amalgamation of his features, the Haruno of him, conceals the Giorno and the Dio underneath. Trust you — he would, quite genuinely, settle for not being hunted. He's had enough of that.]

[No more funerals.]

All right, [he murmurs, and gazes out at the people walking by, occasionally stopping to gawk.] As long as . . . someone helps him. Someone ought to help him.

It's been about four months now. It doesn't feel that long. Everything feels like it's happening so fast.

[Help him. God, yeah, Jotaro needs help-- he needs all the help he can get, frankly, and maybe that's why Polnareff is here. Not just for Giorno, but Jotaro too. They both of them his, and he'll do whatever he needs to in order to make sure they're all right.]

Four months--

[Christ, and Polnareff glances over at Giorno, his mouth a tight line.]

Tell me what's been happening. Or--

[No, wait.]

Tell me something good. Four months, there has to have been at least one good thing that happened here. Besides me arriving, I mean.

[He looks different, incredibly different, but for all of that his smile's the same. And when he smiles at Polnareff, he realizes all of a sudden how long it's been since he's really smiled, bright and wide and irrepressible, sun shining from his eyes.]

[This is what it's like to feel safe.]

Oh, but you're the best thing, êtes-vous pas? Mmm . . .

[His fingers twist in his lap, his lips tugging into a smirk at the corner.]

There was a boy who thought he could intimidate me. So I broke his nose, and I think that made us friends. He's growing flowers now.

[He barks out a laugh, singular and genuine, and leans back against Giorno.]

Of course it did-- isn't that how you always make friends? Make sure they know you're in charge and then lead them into victory. When do I get to meet this friend-- is he one of the ones I'm supposed to check out?

[Beatrice, Eikichi, Togashi, Diego Brando.]

Is that what I do?

[He practically shimmers with innocence. It had made him so happy, seeing Togashi and his flowers, one tiny pretty thing in the midst of monstrosity. What a ridiculous person, to not see that for himself; but then Giorno's always been fond of ridiculousness.]

Togashi. He's trustworthy. A little . . . mm, unworldly?

Ah, well. We don't have any experience in that.

[Good. Good that he's found a friend; that the friend seems like someone Giorno can be relaxed around. Not entirely, of course, but-- even a little helps.]

Don't bully him into growing roses if he doesn't want to, now.

. . . But they're pretty.

[He doesn't understand the problem here. Polnareff what the heck.]

He was growing sakura blossoms.

There's nothing wrong with sakura blossoms. They sound nice.

[Whatever those are-- he knows roses and daisies, okay, that's about the limit of his flower-knowledge.]

You're not his don, you know, you can't say grow roses because they're pretty and I want it.

Yes I can. It's easy, I just say it.

[Whether it's done is another matter, obviously, but like. Give him what he wants? This is not hard.]

He's your friend. Don't be bossy.

[It's funny, how they'll fall into this role. There are times when he doesn't question Giovanna, when he'll say something and it might not make sense, but Polnareff knows he's thought about it endlessly, so he just goes and does it. When it's Giovanna talking, his boss, his leader, clever and quick-thinking and endlessly inventive. Those times, Polnareff is the subordinate, and they both know it.

But other times-- like this, when it's Giorno, Giogio, sixteen and stubborn-- they'll fall into this role. He'll act more a father than a subordinate, and they both play their parts to the hilt.]

Besides, I thought you liked all kinds of flowers.

Bossy isn't bad.

[Just, you know, annoying and obnoxious and spoiled-seeming, but sometimes he forgets to care until it's too late. He makes a fussy little noise in his throat, twines his fingers together and sighs, so put-upon. So relieved. So safe.]

I like all kinds of flowers, but roses are best? So I want them. And he's too uptight anyway.

[This is, in Giorno's mind, a totally logical progression.]

You could start your own flower garden.

[But he squeezes Giorno's hand, grinning up at the sky as he does. There's something terribly reassuring about this song and dance being unchanged, even if everything else around them is.]

Ah, or would that not befit a don?

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