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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE MEME: JULY

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on a hard cot in an unfamiliar room, still thoroughly drenched from your arrival. There's salt water all over you, stinging your shallow wounds and making every breeze feel like ice against your skin, and before you have time to adjust to the new environment some... thing walks in. Something that used to be human. There's really no other word to describe it - they're a monster, pure and simple.

SCENARIO TWO

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 THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Maybe it's the snowcapped and solitary mountain to the north, or the vast and uncaring sea to the south. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR

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.

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2; do you think he's going to read all of these? there's no way.
Um...thank you... [Gon politely accepts every pamphlet that's shoved at him, and soon enough he's got one of every flavour piled up in his arms. Letting out a sigh, he takes a seat on the side of the road and lays them all out in front of him.]

What's all this about turning into monsters? [It sounds a bit too familiar, and he furrows his brow to flip through that one. There's a lot of words...and terms he's never heard of..

...and all this mandatory reading reminds him too much of doing homework.] Ahh, I'll read them later, I want to have a look around!

[Gon springs to his feet, bursting with energy.]

4; because he'll probably never get harpy
Whoa! [Gon jumps, craning his neck back to try and get a looking at the colorful feathery wings now adorning his back. They're green and orange, easily spanning his height at their full length. There's also blood and ragged flesh hanging off of them after tearing through his back, but he doesn't seem to notice or particularly care.

Knitting his brow and sticking his tongue out in concentration, Gon focuses on trying to move them, and it works. If a few weak twitches could be considered "working". There's still a lot of pain at the bases, so it's all he can manage.] Owww, they hurt...

But they're real!! [Someone's excited, if a little bewildered.]

[ ooc: world info | swann info | tl;dr: cream puff princess baby from a horrible classist dystopia ]

{ TWO ; a tiny flailing jellyfish woman }

[Swann Honeymead is not someone who does well with change. An acceptable variety of change, in her opinion, is having the second guest bedroom repainted from robin's egg blue to sky blue. Or trying a new tea blend at the bakeshop. So it does not happen to be up her alley when she is mysteriously plucked up and deposited in an ugly town full of badly-dressed people who could all use some serious makeup lessons.

Up an alley is, coincidentally, where she runs into a crowd full of angry townsfolk who are carrying actual torches and weapons, evangelizing to each other about the evils of monsters. Swann has made the severe mistake of obviously sticking out, both by virtue of her clothing and of the fact that she's a five foot tall, blonde cupcake person, and they immediately peg her as a monster. They also ignore her protests that she's not a monster, that it's a mink jacket, not fur growing out of her skin.

And because she is nothing if not a slave to fear, she gives them exactly what they want when she runs: a chase. A chase that eventually sends her tumbling off a pier and into a lake, where it becomes super clear that she is less of a monster and more of an idiot (or both, but mostly the latter), and also that she's going to drown because she can't swim.

Which is exactly how you find her: a thrashing, pink-and-white puff in the middle of the lake, weighed down by wet, heavy clothes and a mess of silvery hair that keeps getting caught on things she can't identify. Somewhere in her useless, gurgling shrieks, you might just be able to make out a]

-- Help!! Help, I can't -- [gurgle gurgle] My hair!

{ FOUR ; wendigo ; a tiny useless bambi woman }

[It's not surprising, that Swann's transformation begins with her already-big doe eyes turning a dark gold and getting a little larger, the whites disappearing entirely as her pupils swell. Her face lengthens slightly while the tip of her nose darkens. There's the sudden appearance of white spots down her back and sides, resting on a fine coat of tawny fur along her spine and ribs. Pointy, furry ears in the same mix of brown and white fur take the place of her own human ones. Little nubs of antlers, barely more than bumps, sprout just under her hairline.

It's not exactly the terrifying change she was expecting.

She hasn't even become an adult version of a monster. She's a fawn. The only thing even mildly intimidating about her is that she's become cold enough to breathe frost, to leave little ice crystals on the raw meat that she wakes up ravenous for. That she shovels shamelessly into her mouth while sitting on the kitchen floor, until the whole of her chin is bloody and there's nothing left in the refrigerator.

In a first, she dresses carelessly, doesn't coordinate her clothes at all, just runs a brush through her hair (and fur) instead of actually styling it. Only puts on a handful of accessories. Wears flat shoes to more easily make her way through the town.

She needs more meat. She's never been so hungry in her life. And she needs human meat, salivates at the thought of ripping flesh from bone, of hearing skin and muscle tear between her sharpened teeth.

Unfortunately, she doesn't really know how to hunt. She's also still a teacup human... deer... wendigo, and thus not super prepared to easily take on more than maybe like a child. Which, monster or not, is still an appalling thought and not something she plans to do..

Luckily for Swann, she's spent thirty years working around her small size. And that's why she knows to huddle up pathetically in an alley, waiting for the inevitable someone who'll come check on her. She even makes herself cry, easily sending black makeup down past the black deerlike outlines around her eyes. Being a sobbing little blonde who's dressed more or less like a bonbon tends to generate concern in the hearts of strangers.

And that concern creates opportunity. The kind that finds you with a baby wendigo launching herself at your face. Even if she knows you, even if you're a monster too. The hunger pains override everything else.

What do you do?]

{ WILDCARD ; put up your dukes, let's get down to it }

[like whatever you want, or lmk and i can write you a special starter. because you are very special, friendo.]

I'd say they're pretty cool too.

[Shulk says, amused. He's never seen anyone so surprised by their new limbs. Well, not in the curious, fascinated way Gon is. It's better than him being upset. Especially because he's bleeding, but he's still standing, which means he's doing much better than most already.

The harpy extends is own arms, clicking his tongue to get Gon's attention.]

How about moving them again? Just like this. It might help the pain if you warm your muscles up a bit.

[Shulk flaps once for emphasis and example, drawing up a brief draft.

He's no medic, but the advice makes sense to him. Better to adjust, because those wings were here to stay.]

You really think so? Yours are pretty cool too! [There's that excitement again, unbridled in its honesty. Gon looks at Shulk like he's never seen anything cooler in his life. Even if he's definitely seen some pretty monstrous things.]

Okay, let's see if I can do it again... [Lifting his hands to be level with his chest, he balls them up and tries to focus on moving the new appendages on his back. He gets a crooked flap out of them this time, and it seriously stings.] Mmm...

[Sometimes he can get one wing to flap but not the other?]

1)

[When you walk in for whatever reason -- maybe you've rescued her from the beach, or were planning to eat her, or just have no idea why she's in your house -- a little girl is searching around frantically for something.]

--yuu?! Hurry up and come out! Hanyuu! This isn't funny!

[It takes a moment for her to notice the other occupant of the room. When she glances over her shoulder, Rika freezes, staring wide-eyed until she slowly straightens up and faces them. Her eyes dart around for a moment as if searching for an excuse.

And oh, is she ever.]

...Mii. [Her tone of voice changes dramatically from the shouting that might have been heard a few seconds ago; it's much more appropriate for her apparent age now. Until, of course, what comes next:] Are you going to eat me?

3A)

[Dyster somewhat reminds her of how Hinamizawa must be, decades after the Great Hinamizawa Disaster. Ghosts, cultists, and warped urban legends all brought into one. It certainly would make for a great setting for any sort of spiritual pursuit or ghost-hunting excursion. She'd probably be there haunting any tourists, too, if it weren't for the fact she's been too busy hopping back to start over again.

...It's cause for concern. Rika's heard the rumors about how the Fog God revives the dead monsters, out of sympathy or pity or torture, depending on who's talking. Even that she takes pieces of their memory... It's all too eerily similar.

It-- It couldn't be, could it? Hanyuu surely wouldn't abandon her and create a new game just to play a prank on her. Hinamizawa means too much to them both. But she has to know for sure.

She strolls up to someone else watching the dance, a fellow monster. There are already signs of spikes emerging from her shoulders, and her skin is a slight tinge of red.]

Excuse me. Did you die and get revived by the Fog God? I wanted to know if that's really possible...

[If she fishes for information like she's unfamiliar with it, maybe she can get some valuable insight into the nature of this god. And yet... it feels like she probably already knows, somehow.]

3B)

[On the other hand, the arcade is a bit more interesting. Rika's eyes light up at the sight of pinball machines flashing with exciting colors, and she runs over to take a look. If only the club could see this...! Okinomiya didn't even have any pachinko parlors, let alone a western-style pinball machine.

While the Fog God and her true nature holds more intrigue to her personally, she certainly won't decline the use of it while she's here. Letting herself go for the time being, she takes the hand of the nearest passerby and gives them her best playful-little-girl look.]

Will you play with me on the pinball machine?

4 [GOBLIN])

[Rika is not the trap master of the club. That does not, however, mean she can't pick up a few tricks here and there.

There's a narrow overpass above an alley in Bavan that's frequently used as a shortcut between districts by those who know their way around. But now, it's blocked by a large sports goal net, one being suspended by a wooden dowel rod with a string tied around it; a classic box-and-stick trap, except the bait lies beyond the net in the form of a box of seemingly abandoned silver coins. More than likely, a monster could either bound or fly above it without trouble, but perhaps the perpetrator isn't looking to catch a monster... Either way, maybe you'd like to humor her and give it a whirl?

If you should choose to take the obvious route, which is either to kick the thing down or pull the string on it to topple it, there will be a strange clicking noise, followed by an ominous rolling sound. One might notice a bit too late that the string attached to the rod does not lead to any trickster waiting to pull it, but that the net itself also has a very well hidden string attached to it, attached to a gutter (among other things). Then, a very wide weighted net drops on top of you.

Or, perhaps it's not you in the trap, but a poor, unsuspecting human. Either way, feeling accomplished, a very small goblin emerges from a crack between the buildings behind you, clapping with amusement.]

Nipa~h! You fell for it!

Edited 2016-07-09 05:34 (UTC)

[She saw the trap coming from a mile away but it wouldn't do if some unsuspecting human tripped it. Who knew what would happen? So, Ochimizu swipes the dowel away with her strong snake-like tail.

That's when she hears the noise. She just barely manages to look up as the weighted net comes down on top of her head and most of her new tail.]

Hmph. I suppose you're happy about it.

2

[Ochimizu isn't looking for traditional help. Housing, work, things like that can be worked out later...those can wait The monster thing? That, too, can wait for the moment. No. What she needs is information of a specific sort. With one hand gripping the pamphlets a little too tightly and her sunglasses pulled down low, she practically stalks the streets. Lifting her head slightly calls out.]

You there. I need to find a group of airheaded idols. Don't give me that look--I can't make my money if I just lost them, could I?

[She hides her intent but there's an edge to her harsh words. Those four girls... were they dragged here, too? What about Kujikawa and her friends? It was one thing that Ochimizu was here but the others were blameless.]

3--the arcade

[Okay, really? Really? One of those gods were using an arcade for their base? Ochimizu pinches the bridge of her nose. All these lights were going to give her a headache.]

What's the point of all this? Seems like just a needless distraction to me.

4--Naga

[A snake, really? It wasn't uncommon for someone to call Ochimizu cold-blooded but this was a little ridiculous. Learning to move again with a tail was difficult enough without having to deal with how her scales catch the light.

For now, though, she'll stay mainly where she was trying not to move too much. Ochmizu could still feel the pain in her spine still, after all, and it'd be foolish to force the issue. Still... She's stuck on a sidewalk and with her new tail, she's blocking traffic.

She looks up and glares.]

What is it now?

[Please help.]

Wildcard!

[Got any ideas? They go here.]

[Scenario Two]
[Reiji isn't entirely sure what's going on, but he's getting free food out of it and that's all that he cares about at this immediate moment. He's been sitting at a table in a small cafe in Bavan, raking in the free pastries and letting the pamphlets pile up beside him, totally untouched. He's not really interested in them and even if he was, he'd rather just get someone to explain the highlights to him later. No, it's more important right now to eat all this food that he's never eaten before.
Unfortunately for him, that's not destined to go as planned. A group of street toughs, thinking they've found themselves an easy target, sidle up to the table and begin making veiled threats. “Taking advantage of the hospitality, huh?” they say. “Must be nice making people live in fear of you, huh?” they say. He really has no idea what any of it is supposed to mean, but he doesn't like the sound of it. He leaps to his feet and shoots them a challenging look.]
What the hell are you talking about? If you're trying to start a fight, then start one!
[He's a skinny teenage boy who's ego is bigger than his common sense. Please send help.]

[Scenario Three]
[Reiji stands in the middle of what he's guessing is supposed to be an arcade, a sour expression on his face. The voice said to seek it out and he ended up here, but what is he supposed to be here for? The games look way too old to be any fun and the robots, to be honest, look clunky and boring. And he should know, because he spent the better part of the last year doing nothing but looking at robots and these things made a Ball look high tech.]
So? I'm here. Can I go now?

[~~wait you're not His Reiji-~~

As a frequent visitor to the arcade and definitely someone who didn't get to experience anything 'fun' beyond his world's duel monsters game until arriving in Ryslig, Reira naturally doesn't express the same opinion toward the place that Reiji does. The arcade, if anything, is probably the coolest place ever. There's food. There's games. Games that, unlike the ones outside the arcade, don't involve rolling dice.

And did he mention the food?

There is a crunch from behind Reiji as the teen asks his question to thin air, and Reira looks up from the cookie plate he's (once again) pilfered, to stare.]

...You're not going to look around.. ..?

[Don't be boring!!]

[1]

[There's a lot of things that should be scary about this situation. Terrifying, even. Waking up in an unknown location, covered in small, stinging wounds, with some monster waltzing right in?
That's absolutely terrifying!
Except, for this teen, none of that is all that weird. In fact, being sent to places he doesn't recognize and seeing strange creatures happens... with an abnormal amount of frequency, for him.

No, see - if the way he's staring at his hands is any indication, the scary thing to Spyro is...
Well. Himself.]

W-where - How -
What the heck happened to my claws!?

[2]

[Getting used to walking on two legs instead of four... isn't really as hard as Spyro had thought it'd be. Of course, it's still weird - he's just not used to being this tall without being on top of something else - but it's also a little cool.
He doesn't have to hop up on stuff just to look people in the eye, if he wants to! And people don't pick on him for being small, anymore! He's not very tall as a human either, but it's way better than being the size of a Golden Retriever.

And these other human guys are all pretty cool, too! He's gotten a couple snacks from them at this point, as well as quite a few pamphlets... and now he can be found munching on a couple cookies handed off to him as a gift, reading through something on the alternatives to human flesh with... a weird amount of curiosity.
At least - until he spots you, anyway.]

Hey! You look like you know your way around, huh? Got any idea what a "human" is?
I've never heard of'em, myself. Are there a lot of those 'round here?

[4 - demon]

Haha, yeah! This is more like it!

[That's all but shouted over the rooftops, as some sort of purple blur streaks over head; huge wings unfurled and holding him up against the air currents as he soars over the city. It's been a long time since he's had wings, and he's never had wings this big!
He couldn't even fly with them! They were so small, all he could do was glide. Sure, there were the arches he could run through to get a boost in magic that'd let him fly for a while, but those always faded after a couple minutes, leaving him earthbound again.
But now he could actually fly! For real! As long as he wants!

At least, until he crashes into the side of a building.
Apparently he hasn't quite gotten the nuances of steering down, yet - leaving him upside down on his shoulders, up against the side of the building and looking like he's gonna be sore for a week.
... But he doesn't seem too upset either, considering after he manages to flop over onto his hands and knees, he... lets out a big, boisterous laugh.]

- That was awesome! I've gotta do that again!

[There are many things Ochimizu has seen in this place. That, however? Was fairly stupid. She takes a deep breath.]

Are you that eager for brain damage or a broken neck?

[Spyro stumbles to his feet, then, and falls back against the building with a big grin - and shakes his head in answer to her obviously mocking question.
With a laugh, of course.]

You've obviously never seen a master crasher in action - I've done way worse, and I'm still kickin'.
But thanks for your concern, lady.

[...Actually she's glad he's alright enough to be making dumb jokes. THe snake lady just gives a sigh.]

Why not find a building that's about to fall down next time?

[Well, of course he's alright! Crashing into things is something Spyro does surprisingly... often...
He does rub the back of his neck a bit, though. Fine he may be, but he's still gonna be pretty dang sore for a while.]

And cause a big mess that'll just tick off someone else? Noooo thank you.
I'm not lookin' to get stuck on clean up detail.

So, what - you always stop for clumsy guys, or am I a special case?

I'm just trying to make sure people don't think I was the one who knocked you down.

[...She actually just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt.]

Scenerio 1

[The stinging sensation that covers his skin wakes him from sleep. Dean doesn't wake gracefully. Instead, he assumes the small wounds are sign of an attack - and is he wrong? - and quickly bolts up.

Green eyes survey the room. What's happening here? Where is he? What's..

His thoughts trail off as something walks in. Not taking his eyes off his new company, his hand reaches for the knife that should be on his belt; it's not. Damn it to hell, he's unarmed. Without knowing who or what it was, Dean doesn't care. It was supernatural, and that means it has to die. ]

Scenerio 2

Yeah, no thanks. Hey... you listening to me? I don't need a PSA about not eating flesh, I kind of got that message already. [When the pamplet is hounded his way anyway, he snatches it from his hand with an intentionally forced smile.] Super.

[Frowning, he begins to walk away to escape the crowd, his eyes on the paper in front of him. That's likely the reason he feels himself collide with someone, why he stumbles backward before catching himself.]

Hey, sorry, guess I was lost in these things. [He looks up as he holds the pamplet for inspection.] Pretty ridiculous, huh?

Edited 2016-07-09 08:51 (UTC)

THREE - the arcade
[ The arcade is a mishmash of impossibly modern and something that better suits the rest of the city. Homura likes it immediately, though she was never one for arcades before-- too much noise and activity for someone who prefers quiet and calm-- and has only visited them to speak with Kyouko before. Belonging to a god or not, it's not especially noisy here now, and she doesn't see anyone around... so she decides to try one of the games lining the walls. She isn't especially good at pinball, never having tried it before, but after countless losses she finally looks away from the machine and notices that she's actually not alone.

It takes a little internal struggle, but ultimately Homura decides to approach. She's been here a few weeks, still human in appearance, and has decided to try and live as normal a life as possible. That means doing things like talking to people, even if it's hard. Maybe even making friends. She hasn't made a new friend for so long; the prospect excites her. ]

Are you any better at this game?

FOUR - faerie
[ Homura is hungry. This isn't her first feeding, so it's less like she's doing something wrong and more like a routine. But she knows no matter how desensitized she gets to doing something so terrible, humans will never look at it that way.

She'd like to be more selective-- somebody without a family, somebody mean and useful to no one-- but she waited too long to do this. Her mistake. As regretful as that is, she's not going to be the one to pay for it. She just goes for the first people she sees in an area no one seems to be hanging around. She catches a couple walking through this remote, run down part of the city. He's protective of her, she's clinging onto his arm with her purse in plain sight. It's simple to whip by them and snatch it, propelling herself forward with her wings. It's easy to bait the guy into chasing her by waving it around-- he's hot-headed. A few twists and turns down some street corners and simple as that, she leads him into a faerie ring. He crumples to the asphalt lifelessly and Homura forces thoughts of his family from her mind as she whips around.

Oh. There's someone there, and that's you. She was half expecting to find her victim's girlfriend. Unsure if you're here to fight or be friends, she makes a preemptive peace offering: ]

... You can have the body, if you like.

[ She tosses her hair. ]

Edited 2016-07-09 09:09 (UTC)

Because I make terrible life decisions

Scenario 2 - a prisoner with no parole

There's something deeply wrong with this place, but Phil Gray would rather catch his breath than think about it too much. In his mind, he was still trapped in that cramped office around three in the morning, trying to say some last words to the answering machine and asking the recipient to check in the back. He was at least honest with himself in the end: no one ever checked the back unless it was to wash the entrails left behind by Freddy and the Fazbear Gang. The last thing he remembered was being grabbed by the eponymous bear and everything fading into a brief state of unconsciousness.

Is this…hell? Phone Guy thought when he opened his eyes and hissed at the many small wounds he had all over his body. His acceptance of his inevitable demise by animatronic was evident when the only bruise he recognized were the angry remnants of robotic fingers around his throat. The rest? That's a whole other issue and when did he go to the beach?

Questions would pile up even more so when Gray actually read the pamphlets he kept accepting for the sake of being polite: Alternatives to Human Meat. "W-what the?" Just because Phone Guy worked at a rundown pizzeria where death was a probability doesn't mean he'd actually eat the stuff left behind! And why would anyone eat human?!

And then he saw his first monster: a mermaid who offered him a brochure about a god. OH. Phil was already pale from the years working the night shift but the human body can be amazing as blood drained from his skin. Well…that settles one question: this is hell.

Scenario 4-A Werewolf/fox variation because why not

Phil was already a little skittish when he felt the initial dread what going to be another bad night. But getting attacked by Freddy was nothing compared to what was to come. A strange fog overtook the land, just as some of the brochures foretold. Phil hoped in vain that the villagers made a mistake and he wasn't going to change. And for a second, it felt like it was, until he felt a slight sting in his eyes. One look to a window and golden eyes surrounded in black stared back at him. Phone Guy let slip a tiny "oh no" before doubling over, screaming in pain, the changes were coming whether he was ready for them or not. They were not quick either, not the itch that comes when skin is overtaken by a layer of orange, almost red fur, or muscles and skullbones shifting along the sides of his head to make his ears into the telltale points atop of his head.

Gray felt his teeth bleed, spitting out red as they became sharper, his mouth able to open far more than it ever could before. His nails were pushed out in favor of claws, his forearms became as dark as tar. He almost passed out when the tail was supposed to come, he couldn't handle the pain of his spinal column stretching his entire body a few inches while creating new vertebrae. Phil's resilience to see himself through this was impressive…until the hunger struck.

He remembered every instance of ever consuming meat in his life, from the pepperoni on a greasy slice of pizza, to a dinner date where the steak dripped with sauce and a little bit of red, as far as enjoying a meal as a child. Phil crumpled up in an alley, hiding in an abandoned building. A wayward soul thst stumbled upon him got a meek "Hello, uh, hello…please go away. i-it really isn't safe here."

Though he'd done an admittedly poor job keeping Freddy's safe, Phone Guy didn't want to hurt anyone.

Scenario 4-B: The Hunt

It was a matter of time before all those memories converged into a need that shut down Phone Guy's genial manners and had him imitate a certain robotic fox. He was hungry and he'd held out for so long that his mind simply turned itself off under the strain. His first victim had been a night guard, of all people. Phil didn't know how he did it, but when he came to, he screamed. His victim's ribs were cracked open while chunks of his flesh were missing from every limb. There was no face left but the only comfort Gray's mind could find was that the man quickly bled to death.

For all the years washing away those replacements that didn't heed his voice messages, Phone Guy was horrified to now being on the other side of the equation. All he could think about at that moment was that this was someone's son, father, or friend…And he was gone. "I-I'm so sorry…" he whimpered. Anyone passing by can see a werefox struggling to bury a half-eaten corpse, to at least give the anonymous man the dignity of a burial.

[Sinclair wasn't the type to rescue damsels in distress, especially those who interrupt his nap at the bottom of the lake. But the poor lady was pretty much kicking and screaming herself into an early grave. So with the reluctance of a man who needs at least three cups of coffee before starting his day, he swam up to the flailing woman and dragged her to the shore]

For a new arrival, yer sure a damn noisy one.

[He's pretty sure his lionfish traits and spines are terrifying and maybe some words of comfort would be nice, but it was a rare nap from the horrors of humans and the hunger.]

Better?

[By the time he reaches her, she's close enough to drowning herself that she can't even see who's suddenly pulling her to land. It's only once she's sitting on the sand, wet hair plastered over her face like a terrible curtain, that she splutters out water and starts to sob.]

I didn't ask for people to try and kill me!

[She blubbers the pathetic, confusing nonsense of someone who almost died and whose clothes are now all ruined, then weakly pushes her hair out of her eyes, yanking out several decorative pins that are now just a nuisance. She throws them to the ground with irritation, where they... sparkle. A lot.

Her savior may or may not be noticing that she is covered in various gems, right down to the fastenings of her shoes. If one's nap is going to be interrupted, there are worse possible perpetrators.

Of course, it doesn't mean all that much if her sudden stare of fear at his monstrous traits, and her subsequent shrieking, didn't lead into a truly terrified scramble to crawl away from him.]

[You can almost hear the cash register ding in Sinclair's mind when he sees that many baubles the banshee of a woman was carrying around. That's at least a few thousand dollars! Then again gems don't have the same value here as they did in thwir respective words.

And then she starts screaming and backing away. Gus made an exasperated sound of his own and lowered the many spines and barbs along his arms and body]

See? All gone though if y'all keep hollerin' yer gonna attract a lot more than just monsters.

[Flame Princess just heard the noise and came to investigate, though the sight of the lifeless body on the ground suddenly makes the panicking young woman she passed on the way here make a lot more sense. The violently orange and red nymph takes another step forward, casting the sundew along her arms and legs into an odd relief and marking out the large thorns on her shoulders and hands. Mushrooms grow out of her head like horns, and the whole thing looks a little unbalanced as she tips her head slightly and blinks at the sudden offer.

It's...a little weird to have someone offering that so casually, and someone who looks new at that, but if she's not doing anything else with the body...]

If you haven't got any other use for it. There's a soup kitchen around here too, you know - if you don't eat bodies, you can take them there and other monsters can benefit from them.

[It's a pretty okay system for something in a place like this.]

[What he's run into is cause for pause itself - a grey-skinned woman with fins for ears and orange horns, but with feathers, bird feet and wings more akin to some kind of bird monster than the fish the skin and fins would suggest. Yellow eyes narrow in amusement behind fuchsia glasses, and lips painted in the same colour part to reveal shark-like teeth as the woman's winged arm wraps further around the massive, two-pronged golden trident she's carrying.]

Deepends what your standards for ridiculous are, don't it? [Her tone is on the lax side, and the fish punning at points could almost be mistaken for a weird accent.] You gonna sea a lot of that here, but if I ain't fishtaken, they been gettin' a lil' more accurate with those fins lately.

If you talkin' aboat the monster stuff in general bein' ridiculous, though, can't say much but to glubbin' deal with it.

[Swann does not feel particularly bad about screaming, because she's pretty sure that monsters -- confirmed! by a monster! -- are the sole situation that truly warrants such a reaction. At the very least, she really doesn't look like the kind of girl who would be accustomed to monsters. Or getting chased around. Or almost dying.

She seems a lot more like the kind of girl who has someone following her around 24/7 to protect her.

But she takes admonishment of any variety fairly hard, and while she doesn't get any closer to him, she does stop making noise and trying to escape. She goes back to just snivelling and looking miserable, although maybe that's a more understandable response to this particular series of events.]

I don't like this. [She yanks more pins, diamonds and pearls, out of her hair and throws them down like they're nothing more than twigs. Her tone implies that she is used to her feelings being more than enough to change whatever it is she wanted changed. Then again, she is sitting in wet sand, in a wet mink jacket, with soaked hair to her waist and feet that have slipped out of her shoes entirely.] I want to go home. What Munda is this, anyway? Are we in R? You sound like this is R.

[She pronounces it "arr", literally just the letter, staring at him with her big, dark eyes.]

3 (Fog or Fourth, up to you)

[There was one rule Dom lived by when it came to supernatural bullshit- unless it was a big pay out you keep to your own business. And the MOMENT you think it might be playing with your head you get the hell out of there. It saved him plenty back when he was traveling with Grey, and it kept him alive to reach his ripe old age of 30.

So it was a shock when he found his hand on a door he didn't remember walking towards, a voice thumping behind his ears. Alarms were going off all over his body, and the feeling the voice was giving him was... parental.

Something he hadn't heard or felt in a long time. And the last time was just before Grey showed up. Happy to kill a kid's entire family but too much a coward to take his life as well. Sure, it was fine to abandon someone that wasn't even really a man yet, as long as you don't gotta think too hard about what he had to do to survive without his Pa. It's fine, you're the good guy.

Dom is snarling without even realizing it, having the inverse reaction to the voice that it likely intended- and kicks down the door, looking to fight with anyone he found on the other side, gun drawn]

4 (will pick monster, let me know if there's any I should avoid!)

[Damn it, he had a PLAN.

Of course he knew what was coming. The locals and other importees had given him all the detail he needed. The curse, the usual time frame, the types of creatures one would turn into. So after two months, when a fog rolled in, he already had a space set up for himself. A dark little basement with a clean mattress, some red meat, water, enough liquor to kill a horse and a barricaded door that the homeowner wouldn't return to until daylight in exchange for a favor from a newly transformed monster. It was a sweet set up, honestly.

He had already started drinking before the sun even went down- he was not going to feel a DAMN thing if he had anything to say about it. Drunk enough that his common sense MIGHT have been a bit off when something hit the tiny window set high in the wall, shattering it. Drunk enough that wiggling out it, cutting himself up a bit, seemed a good idea. Drunk enough to not notice the fog calling out for him to do... something.

So anyone looking for an easy meal, or just to get to safety before the shit really hits might have a very drunk cowboy bumping into them as he rambles past... and not noticing the blood trickling down his face or on his hands]

Watch it...

Edited 2016-07-09 16:48 (UTC)

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TEST DRIVE MEME

Gon Freecss | Hunter x Hunter

Swann Honeymead | OC | OTA

[HITS GOLF BALL] 4!!!

hits it back

Rika Furude | Higurashi no Naku Koro ni

4

Kyoka Ochimizu | Persona 4 Dancing All Night

Reiji | Gundam Build Fighters

3 bc food and wendigo-

Spyro | he's the title character who is also a dragon

4

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural

Homura Akemi | Madoka Magica

Phone Guy | Five Nights at Freddy's series

2

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Four

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Dom Bennett | Plume