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

[goldcuffed]

[Damen has found that he enjoys the warm, slight weight of Laurent draped across the coils of his tail, one pleasant sensation in an unpleasant place. His new body forms a barrier between Laurent and the rest of the world, for now, as he tears the fabric of his chiton into strips.

The damage is worrying, but Laurent is right, his wing took the worst of it. Damen bends over slightly to press a gentle kiss to his temple before he starts to wrap the worst of the bullet wounds.] I'm sorry, that I did not catch up sooner. I'm going to wrap these to slow the bleeding, and then we'll get you to a physician.

[redoublement]

You could not have known. [ He murmured it softly, one of his hands stroking a part of Damen's tail, a shuddering breath leaving him as he stretched his wing, to allow the other better access to the damage. ]

How did you know? How did you find me? [ He let himself lean against the other's bulk, body tense as the other began to wind the fabric around his bloodied limb. ]

[goldcuffed]

I should have been with you. [This is a dangerous world for two kings without armies or countries, who suffer monstrous changes and appetites. He should have been with Laurent, or at least close by. Laurent is all he has here, and that could have been taken away from him today.

The muscle of his tail shifts a little under Laurent's hands, just a little flex that speaks of enjoying the touch. Damen focuses on wrapping his wing in strips of white cotton. The projectiles were not large, so perhaps he will heal quickly.]

I... It is difficult to explain. [His brow creases.] I could taste your scent in the air. And the scent of blood. Then, well. They were not exactly quiet hunters.

[redoublement]

You cannot hope to be with me every hour of every day. There was no predicting this. They came from nowhere, badgering me once I made to leave the library. [ He huffed out a breath of annoyance. It had escalated, from there.

He continued to stroke his fingers softly over the other's scales, a soothing motion for them both. It gave Laurent something else to focus on, other than the ache in his wing as Damen bandaged the wounds. There were small pieces of buckshot still embedded in amongst his feathers, but these would have to be removed somewhere more sterile. ]

Should I worry about the fact you can taste my scents? That you know the smell and flavour of my blood? [ He teased, drawing a soft circle over a particularly enticing pattern on the other's scales. ]

[goldcuffed]

[The look on Damen's face says that he knows Laurent is right, but he isn't happy about it. If he had his way, he would spend every hour of the day with him, but they can't. They aren't kings here. Both of them need to work, for coin, to keep a roof over their heads and to buy necessities. You never realize what sort of work goes into providing for yourself until you actually have to do it.] "Badgering". I am not certain that is a strong enough word. They shot you. [He mutters it darkly.

His wing will need more attention, but Damen is no physician - he doesn't want to make things worse. This will at least stop or slow the bleeding and true to his word, he'll bring Laurent to a real doctor. He ties off another bandage, the feeling of fingers tracing his scales only mildly distracting.]

I wish I didn't know the smell of your blood. [He ducks his head, presses a kiss to the side of his mouth.] But your taste, your smell. Those I know well.

[redoublement]

They did, and now all of them are dead for their insolence. [ With the adrenaline seeping from his system, Laurent found that now he was left feeling only exhausted. He did not show it, for Damen's sake- keeping himself carefully controlled as the other continued to work at his wing. ]

Are you going to simply wrap the whole thing? We should leave. I can manage with this, at least until we are able to find more suitable help.

[ He turned his head, pressing his lips delicately against Damen's own, before drawing to attempt to stand, getting his taloned feet underneath himself, his good wing tucking automatically to his back. One of his hands pressed against the coil of the other's body, a gentle urging for the other to move some of his shielding bulk from Laurent's way, so that he could start to walk. ]

[goldcuffed]

They are lucky to be dead. [If he hadn't been worried for Laurent's safety, he might have done more damage to the hunters. The comment about his wing makes his lips press together in a thin line. The last bandage is tied off, the worst of the wounds wrapped.] I'm done.

[He returns that kiss, just a soft press of mouths, not reacting as Laurent presses hands against his coils. He doesn't move, except to scoop Laurent up into his arms with his injured wing out, so as not to press against Damen's bare chest. He seems so light, impossibly so.] Let me take you. You shouldn't be walking like this, I don't know how much blood you've lost. [Besides, it would be faster. Damen is uninjured, and steady on his tail.]

[redoublement]

You are just looking for an excuse to carry me. [ Laurent huffed out a breath, using the joke in an effort to disguise his flagging strength. He let himself be lifted, though, his arms winding around the other's neck, fixing tightly there. His good wing tucked tightly to his back, while the other fell open over the cradle of the other's arms. ]

I have lost enough for one night, I'm sure of that. With rest, I'll be fine.

[goldcuffed]

[Damen manages a smile despite everything, at the comment. The worry is ever-present in his eyes and the creases around them, but he can still smile.] Always. It is not as if it's a hardship. [Despite the wings, he's even lighter now, and Damen is very strong.

His smile turns a little bittersweet now, shifting so that Laurent is cradled more comfortably against his chest, and then he starts down the street again, his scales whisper-quiet on the cobbles. Moving like this, like a snake slithering over the ground, had taken considerable effort, but Damianos had forced himself to learn.] I think we have both lost enough blood for a lifetime between us. A physician first, and then rest.