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TEST DRIVE : MAY 2016 EDITIOIN
- 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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Polnareff doesn't forget the details. He puts in the things that make it believable, the way he laughs about their terrible deathtrap car and the notion of him studying textbooks while they traveled, of normal things like midterms in a tempestuous ocean of a supernatural life.
Despite himself, his grip tightens. This time it's possessive, moreso than secure.]
Did I finish? College. Did we get him? What do you do, now, in Italy? Do you —
[He pauses, unable to help himself.]
...Do you have kids? Or...something?
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[He smiles over at him-- and now, maybe, Jotaro will be able to feel the age difference between them. Polnareff certainly does. Thirty-three, and he thinks of Giorno-- not when he's in Don Giovanna mode, but when he's Giorno, young and unsure and aching to protect the world.]
No kids. Not yet. But I have a . . . someone important to me. He's not my son, but . . . I think of him that way, sometimes. I think he thinks of me the same way-- he never had a real father, not a proper one, so-- we work well together, he and I.
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[It's different, hearing it from Polnareff than it is from a stranger. Strangers say you're this, you're that, you're such and such way, but Polnareff knows him already, and he knows Polnareff. Polnareff always knows who he is. This is no exception.]
...I'm glad. That you have someone. You ought to have someone. So...good.
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[He is glad, actually, and his face softens to think of it. He probably won't ever get married, not now-- trapped in a turtle, what woman would ever want him?-- but at the very least, he has a son.
But enough about him-- he'd rather make Jotaro happy. So:]
A marine biologist, you know, not just any doctor. You get really intimate with starfish-- and of course I'm the one who has to listen when you talk about them. Once a week, on the phone, calling long-distance-- I swear to god, I heard more about it than your advisor.
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[Amazing, how easy it is to fall back into shit-talking like a familiar habit, like an old friend. Polnareff is thirteen years distant from him and he's turned half into a monster and yet this, this, it stayed the same.]
...It's fine now. You know that, right? Those guys down there — this Diablo guy, whoever — nobody's going to touch you, not here. Not anymore. I've, I'll, I can...I can...I'll figure it out.
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You don't have to.
[He says it quietly, as he looks out into the night. If he met Jotaro's eyes, it might be too much-- and this isn't a conversation they ought to have midair, maybe, but it has to be said now, while it's all out in the open.]
Not for me. Not here. I'm thirteen years older than you-- I think that means I'm the one who gets to figure things out and protect everyone for once.
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[Well, no. He does, sort of — the wings, the talons, he can see those. The others he hasn't.
But he's so caught up in considering that, the things at his disposal that he can use to keep Polnareff safe, that he barely even notices the part about how he doesn't have to, and shouldn't have to either.]
And I can't let anything happen to you.
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[He says it firmly-- and now he turns to look at Jotaro, his gaze firm.]
You aren't in charge of keeping me safe and sound-- don't insult me like that, Jotaro, you know better.
[He understands it, of course-- he feels the same way about Giorno, about Jotaro himself, about Mista and Mr Joestar and everyone he's ever known. But that's not how it works, not for any of them, and the sooner Jotaro understands that, the better.]
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[But thirteen years is a long time. It's not raw and recent, still a fresh wound of only a few months ago. Thirteen years is a long, long time to move on and leave it in the past.
Or so he assumes. What does he know about leaving things in the past, anyway.]
You really expect me to just sit back and do nothing?
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[And then--]
I lost my legs and my eye because of my own stupidity. I fell into a trap, and it cost me. And maybe if I'd stayed indoors, stayed out of danger, it wouldn't have happened-- but that's not who I am. That's not my lot in life-- and it's not yours. It never was.
It's one thing to look after each other in battle, to protect me from someone trying to attack. But it's another to look at someone and say: I won't let anything happen to you.
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[But then he stops, immediate and silent, like he's been slapped — or perhaps, more accurately, like he's just startled himself stunned with that outburst, which it turns out that he has. The look on his face certainly reflects it: a flash of alarm chased by wide eyes and a tremor at the corners of his mouth, and all of a sudden he doesn't want to be flying anymore.
But he's holding tight, too tight, as they descend. He's caught in a juxtaposition then, of fear and guilt — that so long as they're in the air, he's coercing Polnareff to rely on him on some level, yet if he doesn't keep holding on, then Polnareff might be all too happy to get away from him.
It's irrational. He knows it's wrong, and stupid, and wholly irrational. But all of a sudden he's panicked and scared and awful, and it probably says something positive that Polnareff is the only one who's yet managed to dig all of that out of him from how deep he'd buried it inside, but that doesn't make it any more pleasant to contend with once it's out.
So they descend, careful and slow, and he finds a place to sit and he puts Polnareff down next to him, side by side, where he can huddle more than sit and lean if he likes and pull his knees up and wish vaguely that the fog would part and let sunlight roll over him and just turn him to stone for a long, long while.]
...
I didn't...
[He swallows hard.]
If you want me to go just say it and I'll go.
[No. Stupid. That wasn't even what he meant, why is that what came out? Why would Polnareff ever tell him something like that, why would he even entertain for a second the notion that he would? Why?]
...No, I'm...
[He's. What? A mess? Fucked up? Wrong?]
...sorry.
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And what, he thinks, what has happened that Jotaro thinks he'll want him gone? It couldn't be farther from the truth-- Polnareff fully intends to stay by Jotaro's side until the other shoves him away. And yet there's something that makes Jotaro think Polnareff will leave him.]
It's okay.
[He didn't need the apology, really, but it's easier to accept it. Polnareff tugs him in a little closer, grip tight.]
I'm the one who didn't die.
[Just like Mista is with Giorno. He's cheating, a little, because he has thirteen years of interactions with Jotaro; he knows a few notes of this song, if not the entire melody.]
Right? And-- seeing me like this, it's terrifying, because I look like maybe I could have died. Like-- like something happens over the next thirteen years and maybe you weren't there.
[He exhales roughly.]
The truth is, Jotaro, you're the only reason I even survived that. You found me-- he cut off my legs and threw me into the ocean, and I would have died there if you hadn't been looking for me. You found me and you took care of me-- you even got me these.
[He lifts one leg, shaking a metal foot-- they are functional, because it was the SPW Foundation that fitted him. They're just not particularly good.]
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(There's another part, too, a lesser part, that whispers why does this happen to everyone close to me, is it me, but that comes fleeting and miserable and doesn't linger long.)
What's all but impossible, though, is digging past that to catch hold of what Polnareff wants him to hear. He knows that it's there, knows exactly the words. It's just three of them — don't blame yourself. That's what all the rest of it really adds up to, the not your fault and not your responsibility and you're the reason I survived and don't insult me. That's what it all comes down to.
Because it doesn't have to be his fault for him to blame himself.
It's Dio's fault that his friends died, Dio's hand that threw knives and ruptured organs. But he blames himself, even now. Maybe he does it because he's going to be miserable either way, and at least if he's blaming himself then he knows why he's miserable.
It would be all but impossible, he thinks, to break that tendency. It feels impossible, the notion that he might actually be able to stop feeling like this.]
...I just don't want to lose you, too. Not you too.
[They've done a lot of impossible things together on their adventures, him and Polnareff.]
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[But here's the advantage to being from the future-- it's like fortune telling, but even better, because it's an absolute guarantee.]
At least-- I can tell you for certain that you won't, not for the next thirteen years.
[After that-- who knows, after that. Things have settled at home, but if there's one thing he's learned, it's that nothing says settled for long. But at least for now, things are all right. Calm, even.]
And that I'm going to do my damnedest here to stay as close to you as I can, for as long as I can.
[Because that soft confession-- if you want me to go-- is ringing in his ears.]
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[And if he were feeling better, he'd tack on something like "to be stuck with an ass like you", but it seems that he's retreated from his willingness to poke at Polnareff, at least for the moment. Surely it'll come back, sooner or later — but probably not while he's twisting to bury his face against Polnareff, seeking out the comfort of warmth and of not having to look at anything but true darkness for a little while.
He's quite warm, himself. He always is, and most people who touch him enjoy the sensation. There's fire inside him — a different kind of fire than that of his forefathers, but a fire nevertheless.]
Did we lose my mom? I don't know. I came here before I ever found out. In — when I'm from, I mean, did we...what happened to my mom?
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[He's never actually met Holly. Strange, isn't it-- because of course, that was part of the reason everyone else had gone to Egypt. He's heard of her, and once he'd even heard her voice in the background when he was on the phone with Jotaro-- but he still has no real idea of what she looks like.
Irrelevant. But he thinks about it, idly, as he pushes his fingers through Jotaro's hair. He's still got on that stupid hat, and sometimes his fingers bump up against horns-- but it's still Jotaro curled against him, so that's all right.]
Healthy and happy in Japan. She, uh . . .
[And oh, what the hell:]
She's actually pretty damn happy now that she gets to be a grandmother.
[That makes Jotaro's relationship with Jolyne sound a lot nicer than it, in fact, is, but whatever.]
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[It feels weird and distant and good, the way he's almost being petted like this. There's a fourth thing too, wrong, but that's a discomfort he makes himself shove away, because he knows what it stems from, and it's nothing that Polnareff is actually doing.
Feeling good feels wrong because he's so used to feeling otherwise. So this is a wrong he needs to embrace, no matter how uncomfortable it is. This is "wrong" that he needs to spit venom back at, because Polnareff thinks he's worthy of good.]
...Thanks. Thanks, Polnareff.
[It's all but visible, the way a weight lifts off of his shoulders at that, and he relaxes and slumps as that latent tension he's been carrying around leaves him.]
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[He's pleased and not all at once, that Jolyne is here. She has to be older than the eight year old Polnareff hears occasional updates on, if Jotaro is comfortable leaving her alone-- and that's a weird thought, and one he'll ask about later, but for now: Jotaro.
He could say more, of course. He could keep assuring, or he could distract, be bright and annoying until Jotaro felt comfortable enough to shut him up. But this-- this quiet petting, sitting together, overlooking this strange monstrous city-- feels good as well. So Polnareff sits, his feet kicking idly against the brick wall, and keeps his fingers working through Jotaro's hair.]