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.

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Howard Stark | MCU

[nameditforhim]

SCENARIO ONE

[He's starting to get annoyed. Starting, HA! he's been annoyed, but he's been able to at least lie to himself well enough to keep from punching out one of the yahoos who keeps glaring at him like an idiot. Yeah, like an idiot, because who glares at someone who's possibly going to become a werebear for goodness sake and decide that they sure do like your head at least four feet from your body? But he's kept his spirits up, managed to charm a couple of the village girls into literal haystacks to keep his spirits up (and his opinion on that is that haystacks are overrated and that girls are and always will be, regardless of the universe, G-d's gift to him, personally), and now he's looking to get some answers. He's not reading those loo-look pamphlets that sound like they were written by a self-help quack on a bender after movie night. No, he's looking for people who know what they're talking about. Or at the very least, a damn lab where he might be able to work some of this out himself...]

SCENARIO TWO

[...what the hell is he doing here? What, exactly, in the blue stinkin' blazes is he doing her? No really, what? Why is he in a forest? Why did he think it was a good idea to go into a forest? Wait wait wait... blonde, brunette, or redhead? Ahhhh. There's the ticket. But the girl seems to have scampered off and now he's just lost, which is not his favorite thing, in the woods, which will never be his favorite place to be. And where the hell are all these kids who keep laughing at him? He's never had the inclination to punch a schoolgirl in the face before, but it's starting to make more and more sense to him.]

SCENARIO THREE

[The thing about being the scientist is, if you're not a complete nincompoop, you're not the one who gets the funny features. Of course, you also don't get the bulging pecs and the kind of arm that the Dodgers would pay money for, but you at least always know what you're about and that everything's going to stay where it's supposed to, roughly.

So these fangs? These fangs just... are not going to happen. No, he's not doing this. He is not. He's gonna find a file and he's going to file these babies down and they're going to pretend like this all DIDN'T HAPPEN because no. No no no. This is not happening.]
All right folks, anyone got a good file, smallish, maybe the kind you'd use for wearing down a bolt or something?

SCENARIO FOUR

[He really wishes he had his money right about now. His money would be great because he could pay these whackos off and go about his business, but his car might not be bad either. He could use his car, run away, far past where they could get him, or if they kept up with this nonsense, maybe just run over a couple of them, lickity split. But no, he's here, and they're here, and they've got guns and stakes and swords and is that garlic? No, something else. The whole kit and caboodle, anyway, as if they're not sure exactly which kind of beasty he is, exactly. Which is fair, he supposes. No telling what you might come upon and better to be prepared. But right now, he'd really rather they weren't because he's going to do his best to get AWAY...]

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[betheshield]

[Ah, nothing like the sound of an angry mob to start her evening. She sees them cornering some poor bastard, but she really doesn't feel like getting in a fight when relations between monsters and humans are so precarious.

The gargoyle sticks to the shadows--it's easier to hide her face and her more sinister changes there, and she doesn't want to cause the group to panic.]

I believe that's more than enough, gentlemen.

[She pours every ounce of authority she's gained over the years into her voice. Hopefully, an implied threat will be enough to scare them off without throwing around fireballs.]

[nameditforhim]

[ It's happened. It's really happened. He's actually lost his mind. Somehow, in some fit of spiraling genius, his sanity just up and hopped the bus to Schenectady, leaving him bouncing around this madhouse like a jackrabbit on a bender. Because if he didn't know any better, if his ears didn't deceive him, if that tone didn't make him straighten his spine- ]

PEGGY?

[ He's not sure if it's her being here, her looking the way she does from what he can see, or just the fact that ANY OF THIS IS HAPPENING that's crazier but he's utterly distracted by this.

For about a second.

Then he's smiling. Smiling and looking over at the hunters with the smuggest look on his face. Wouldn't you? ]

Eh, fellas? I knew this one before she had actual, physical claws. I'd skedaddle about now if you like your backside unkicked as a general preference.

[betheshield]

[Her jaw falls open and she loses her sense of authority for a moment.] Howard? What the bloody hell are you doing here?

[The humans are getting tense, brandishing their weapons, and Peggy steps into the light. Her tail whips behind her, her ears are flared at attention, her wings tense for flight, and the claws of her bare feet click on the ground. Her genuine agitation seems to intimidate them more than her cool authority previously. One man moves to aim his gun at her, but Peggy unholsters her own gun and points it at him without looking.] You came here with the intention of lynching one man who can't fight to save his life. You are now facing a fully realized gargoyle. Your numbers may eventually overpower me, but unlike myself, those of you who die in the process will not come back. So who among you would like to volunteer to sacrifice your lives to inconvenience me, and who among you would like to go home and forget this happened?

[She turns her face to look at the mob, the veins in her neck and face starting to glow orange, like something set her blood on fire. Slowly, the mob backs away, lowering their weapons slowly.] That's what I thought. [She doesn't lower her gun, but she gestures at Howard.] Come along, Howard.

[nameditforhim]

[ ...wow. There's a portion of his mind dedicated to figuring out how he feels about the fact that his good friend Peggy is now a, what, a gargoyle? Did she say gargoyle? There's another part handling the fact that he's no longer in danger. The majority, however, is trying to figure out if he still finds her intensely attractive (answer: yes) and what it says about him as a person (probably nothing he really wants to consider).

...more importantly, he follows along behind her because that's what one does when Margaret Carter tells you to come along. He is NOT a stupid man, after all. And if he's uncharacteristically quiet, well... can you blame him?

Also, it won't last. ]

[betheshield]

[Damn it, Howard.

As they get away from the mob and Peggy can pick up no sign that they're being followed, the awkwardness of the situation sets in. What is she supposed to say? 'Hi, Howard, I'm a dragon thing now, and also Steve and Bucky are alive and your son is also a dragon thing. Oh, did I mention you have a son?'

She should be getting better at this. She's gone through the song and dance with many people, even Steve, but it never gets easier.

The glow under her skin fades away and she holsters her gun.] Welcome to Ryslig. I believe that was your welcome wagon. [It's very weird to have Howard around and not want to staple his mouth shut. The quiet doesn't suit him.]

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[outstandingbalance]

[The question posted on the network doesn't stand out too much, but Natasha hasn't seen any answers yet and she doesn't have anything better to do. This kind of question usually comes from new arrivals. There was no reason not to respond.]

Not on me, but I might know where you could get one. What do you need it for?

[nameditforhim]

Not to be rude, but a man's filing is his own business, I should think. Should someone have one and wish to know what I plan to do with his item I would, of course, provide that information. But suffice to say it's a matter of some importance.

[outstandingbalance]

Doesn't seem like it would be responsible of me to have you go talk to someone if it's not going to work out—if he won't give it to you or if you shouldn't use it.

[Because honestly, god knew what Tony might do with his tools.]

[nameditforhim]

I wish I could hold out but you do have me over a barrel here.

I have... let us call it a dental emergency that requires the use of a file. Don't worry, I'll have it fully sanitized before I return it to the party in question.

[outstandingbalance]

I would really not recommend putting a bolt file in your mouth. Just as a start.

But you know that's not going to do you much good, right?

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[cryogenics]

[Bucky spent a lot of time in the woods. When evening came, he felt cramped indoors, becoming eight feet tall like he did when he transformed. He was content to meander along on all fours, stopping by bushes to sniff for berries. Until he heard someone else moving around in the forest and straightened up to his full height, ears flicking a little.

By now, he was used to people getting lost here, or coming out to the woods for similar reasons to his, but he always stayed cautious.] Hello?

[nameditforhim]

[ Now his mind's just playing tricks on him. And considering that it's a pretty fantastic mind, he'd feel a little bit betrayed if he didn't have other things to focus on. Like the fact that that voice was... familiar? ]

Hello hello to you too, whoever you are. Don't suppose you know the way out of this arboreal nightmare?

[cryogenics]

Uh. I know how to get out of the forest?

[Same thing, right?

He pushed his way through some bushes and past a few branches in the direction of Howard's voice, until Bucky could peer down at him. Hopefully he wasn't too alarming.

He hadn't recognized his voice, but actually seeing him... Bucky froze.]

[nameditforhim]

[ If Howard Stark had anything like a survival instinct, he wouldn't have accomplished half the things he had. As it is, he blinks and stares up at the bear and... well, blinks some more. ]

Hello... friend?

[ He's going with friend. Friend sounds great for EVERYONE involved here. ]

And yes, that was exactly what I was referring to. You'll excuse me, but I tend to get loquacious when I'm exceptionally annoyed. Also, do you mind explaining why you happen to sound like a dearly departed friend of mine because this place has served up all kinds of nightmares since I got here, but that one is not what I would have expected, if I'm entirely honest.

[cryogenics]

[This was like a nightmare. Since the day they'd gone over his file, and maybe before that, he'd had nightmares about the things he'd done under Hydra's control. The things he could remember. He remembered Howard pretty well in that sense.]

I- [He took a deep breath, crouching down a little so he wasn't towering so much.] -it's Bucky. [He knew he didn't look like himself right now, with the fur and the claws and the arm, but.]

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[noasark]

[Bored responses from a 'GREATFLOOD' on the network are go-or at least sarcastic ones.]

About until you said 'bolt', I was ready to recommend the nearest drug store. Not planning anything illegal are you~?

[nameditforhim]

Absolutely not, my friend. Generally, the laws come after I do whatever I do. All the same, I don't think anyone will really object to what I'm planning on doing.

So do you have one or not?

[noasark]

Quite the warning in there, I'll be watching the papers then.

If I'm correct in my assumptions, even if I -did- have one, I'm not sure I'd want to trust it with someone ready to use it on themselves...

Not unless you're a troll, I suppose. Rocks are fair game.

[nameditforhim]

Just the teeth, friend.

[noasark]

Teeth?

Well that one's new. Normally I see this question about claws.

I still don't recommend it by the way; with the luck we have here they'd just grow back.

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[neversurrender]

[He honestly believes he must be dreaming at first. Sure, he knows that in theory anyone could be brought to Ryslig regardless of what time they're from or what world for that matter. Peggy is here after all, as young and beautiful as she had been during the war. So the possibly of Howard showing up really shouldn't be such a surprise...but it is.

In quick procession Steve goes from disbelief to shock to 'oh no, Tony', because while he might not know all the details, he knows that Howard's appearance here will be a very big deal for his teammate. A possibly painful big deal.

But that doesn't stop him from walking straight up to his old friend; fangs, claws, and giant wings in all, a smile beginning to show itself on his face. It might be selfish to be glad to see him if it means Howard is stuck in a place like this, but he can't help it. He knows Howard had never given up his search for him and that means a lot to Steve.]

Well if it isn't Mr. Howard Stark himself. Maybe you should have spent less time working on flying cars and more on preventing alternate dimension kidnapping.

[nameditforhim]

[ In some ways, this is harder. It's harder to recognize Steve because Steve is caught like a photograph in his mind. Peggy he's seen recently, different shirts, different skirts, different bras under different shirts (and yes he notices and no, he'd never tell her). She's a living, breathing, changing person, and apparently here, she's a living, breathing, changing creature. But Steve wasn't supposed to change. Steve is... different. Steve'd always been different. That's why it takes him a moment. That's why he has to catch the eyes, the shape of that smile. He has to kick his heart back into beating the same way because once he knows who it is--

He's never had such a violently divergent set of opinions on a thing as he does of this place right now. Because there's Steve Rogers, smiling at him like the little shit he's always been. But he's got wings and fangs and claws and G-d help him, he probably eats people like the rest of them. That's why he has to wind up a little, not used to slowing down like that at all. He needs to get his momentum back and it takes a moment. ]

Well, if I'd known it was a real possibility, I would have moved it up on my list. As it is, I'm trying to handle clean energy, if you can believe that. Well, on the side. I've just recently gotten into making motion pictures but I think my love affair there has ended. Always know when to pull out, as they say.

[ Beat. ]

Lookin'... different. Who does your detailing?

[neversurrender]

[He knows how difficult it must be for Howard, for him to suddenly be alive after so much time has passed. And the changes that this place has done to him; well, he can only begin to guess what Howard must think of those. It had been the same for him when he had learned Bucky had been alive this whole time. It's a shock to the system to resign yourself to the idea of a person being dead just for them to walk back into your life one day. He wishes there was an easier way for him to reveal himself, but he's learned that sometimes it's best to tear off the band aid directly.

Steve feels a little self conscious watching Howard's expression as he takes in Steve's appearance, his large wings twitching behind him like they don't know whether to flare out to give the man a better look or remained tucked behind his back.

But when Howard finally speaks, tension eases out of Steve's shoulders as he listens to the other man's rambling. It's so familiar, the cadence and speed of his words, just flowing out of him. He can't help but compare it to Tony's. Tony's speech pattern is very similar, pure Howard with a bit of his own unique spin.]

Funny, I never really pictured you as the Hollywood type, Stark.

[And yeah, it's probably time to start explaining some things.]

Someone called the Fog God. We've never met, but they're one of two gods here at war with one another. The Fog God is responsible for bringing us here. And for...the changes.

[nameditforhim]

I like my work better. But it's certainly got a creative zeal to it.

[ That comes with a little hand gesture, of course. And he's still enthusiastic. It's all interesting and new and G-ddammit, it's Steve. Steve's here and talking to him and smiling at him and it doesn't matter what the blasted weather around here is doing, because he's here, living and breathing. He could ask for more, and he has, but it seems that's what he's going to get. He's still pretty pleased with it. ]

How's it treating you? No aches on those wings, given the size? How do the muscles work on those, exactly? Are they hooked onto your normal shoulder muscles or is there an entire new group there to support the weight and the function?

[ And if he's stepping forward to look with absolutely no concern for personal space, well, maybe it's his way of making Steve feel better and maybe it's his own curiousity. Will he ever tell? Absolutely not. Howard can talk a mile a minute and keep every bit of what he thinks or feels to himself and that's exactly how he likes it. ]