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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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 the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

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. 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.

explodey: art by mxprieto on tumblr (grumble)

[personal profile] explodey 2016-09-09 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure we do! Ryslig, whatever the fuck that means! [He waves a hand, supremely unconcerned.... at least until Roadhog mentions their stuff. His eyes get squinty, and his tongue pokes out between his teeth as he thinks.] Someone in there probably nicked it, yeah? Maybe thought we were dead. They're gonna have another thing comin' to 'em, mate...

[He's jerked out of his thoughts by the question, jerking his stump of an arm back the way he came.] There. Tryin' to shove all sorts of stuff down me fuckin' craw. [Snorts, but he seems more amicable to the idea now. With Roadhog there, maybe they can scare most of them off!]

Oi. They were offerin' free food and everything. You can try it first. If ya don't die, then we'll know it's good! [Giggles so sharply, but he's not kidding, whoops.]
thatwasours: (commanding)

1, night

[personal profile] thatwasours 2016-09-09 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[he wakes slowly to the sound of waves and the smell of gunpowder in the humid air, which feels familiar, like home--]

[--until he realizes he has sand in his mouth, coughs, and spits it out, then spits again. disgusting. but not surprising, considering he's facedown on what feels like a beach, from the water lapping at his legs. something stings. he's probably got scrapes.]

[he opens his eyes slowly, assessing his situation and checking that his remaining limbs are in working order. it's not where he went to sleep. but it's also not an attempt on his life, unless his captors were the most piss-poor assassins the world has ever seen and routinely threw their targets on abandoned beaches. the only slightly plausible theory is that somehow he managed to fall off the base at night, not drown, and floated all the way to one of the Seychelles islands. which is beyond ridiculous. but there's no point making a theory without facts, so he looks up at the sky to try and guess where he might be by the position of the stars--]

[--it's cloudy. of course. and he's without his prosthetic leg. this situation just gets better and better. he glances around for some kind of driftwood, trying to work out the best way to get out of this situation, or at least improve it.]
explodey: art by ogresquatch on tumblr (le smug)

[personal profile] explodey 2016-09-09 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[He writhes a little when he's scooped up again, but will eventually allow himself to go limp. No point in fightin' it. Roadhog's not about to let him go, and he's not feelin' feisty enough to get free.] What the hell happened, anyway? Thought we were on the road! You knock me out or somethin'?

[It wouldn't be the first time. It's not gonna be the last.]
explodey: art by mxprieto on tumblr (grumble)

[personal profile] explodey 2016-09-09 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[No prosthetics are the worst. He feels you, mate. Not only is he missing a leg, but an arm, too. Junkrat's managed to sit up at this point, growling and rubbing at his face with his stump. It's hard not to notice the other man laying nearby, noting his lack of limb.]

You too, eh. Fuckin' junkers. You see who did it? [As far as he's concerned, this guy and him are now Buds because... well, look at this shitty situation. Two guys who can't fuckin' walk, stranded on some shit beach??? Yeah. They're totally buds.]
pachimari: (hi)

[personal profile] pachimari 2016-09-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmnh.
[It does seem logical, locals stealing their things and stuffing sand into their mouths so that they suffocate before waking up. Looks like the idea didn't work, obviously-- killing them anyways. He's set on getting their stuff back if it was taken.. but.. Wasn't sure he saw any footprints around either.]


Our stuff coulda gotten lost while we were in the ocean. ..However the hell that happened. [That doesn't sound pleasant. If anyone's gonna shove something in his mouth, it had better be food-- or someone's gonna get a broken neck. Roadhog puffs a jet of steam from his nostrils, which will leave the pig mask nostrils as well. It's his job to get rid of threats and he isn't afraid to do it. Would really enjoy a fight right now if he wasn't practically dying of hunger and thirst.]


........Fine. If it ends up being safe, I'm not sharing. [He can't help but smirk under that mask. S'what you're gonna get for being such a little shit, Junkrat.]

me_underfire: (What!?)

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[personal profile] me_underfire 2016-09-09 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[The woman in question is a freshly-dead wendigo who's doused herself in perfume in anticipation of the inevitable smell of rot. Although Grace sincerely hopes it's the perfume she's smelling, she's a little weirded out by this stranger sniffing her out of nowhere.]

Uh, thanks? Do you greet everyone like this?
lycoctonum: (Alpine Grizzly)

[personal profile] lycoctonum 2016-09-09 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[A slight tilt of her head. Oh well.] That's what the wall is for, isn't it?

[To keep people out. That... that is severely tempting, though.]
lycoctonum: (Ashcoat Bear)

[personal profile] lycoctonum 2016-09-09 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Considering that Ginko's a wendigo herself albeit one that's not dead yet, it might be actually even weirder. Unfortunately... it's not the perfume. It's the underlying scent, not of rot but the personal scent and--]

... Ah. [She steps backwards. Right. Humans don't do that, do they?] I couldn't help myself...
facet2f5lcut5xg: (I promise I touched nothing)

[personal profile] facet2f5lcut5xg 2016-09-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peridot has been....pretty much in every single way, trying to avoid massive conflict because, once again she is smaller than most and things actually seem to be hurting her. Like her knees. When she'd attempted to scamper away from an oversized four legged mess upon arriving she'd scraped herself up in the process. BUT. That was nothing for the Great and Lovable Peridot. She could handle anything.

....Except the obvious and huge form of Jasper coming up the street.

Considering the last time she'd seen the hulking gem things had gone....badly, Very Badly ( Mostly for Jasper), Peridot was pretty sure that getting shattered was much higher on the list of 'things that were possible and probable' than they had been five minutes ago.

With a shriek that escaped her without her approval, Peridot scrambled behind the nearest object, a lamppost.

.....It was, to her distress, not exactly large enough to even hide one as small as her, and so Peridot immediately threw herself behind a box that seemed to have a giant handle on the front and made a loud metal sound when she crashed into it. She immediately began to babble quietly to herself even if that did basically undo the good of hiding in the first place.
]

This is it. This is the end of me! I'm going to be smashed in this tiny little nowhere that isn't even on a map!

(slams hands on table) SAMHAINE SAMHAINE SAMHAINE

[personal profile] marysioux 2016-09-09 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)


[Yeah, no. If he thought he could get away with just sitting in the sand like some guy having a mental breakdown, he'd be absolutely wrong - Siouxsie's adrenaline rush from waking up in pain and maskless is enough for her not to notice her own form yet, covered in far too much squish with a rushing sound in her ears that's unrecognizable, but the moment she sees Samhaine?
She's doing her best to run to him. ... Though it's more of a panicked stumble, thanks to wearing geta in the sand.

Just because he's human now, doesn't mean she doesn't recognize him.]


Hey, No Face! You aren't dead, are you -

[She slows to a stop when she's gotten close, just now noticing something's truly wrong with her friend.
Not emotionally, no - though he's probably panicking on the inside - but physically.
Limbs far too thick to be that of a Puppet, skin a strange, peachy color instead of the normal Puppet white... even his clothing and hair look just strange compared to what it would look like back home in their constructed world. None of it's... stiff looking. His hair is clinging to him like seaweed, his shirt wrinkled from the water and bent to his form, all of it looking far more free flowing than it should.

Maybe... it's not Samhaine? But the clothes... and the hair. It all looks just like him...
Siouxsie had been standing there for a moment as she inspected him, but after that, she kneels in front of him in the sand - trying to look at his mask to see if he's alright.
Who cares if he can see her face? At this point, what Puppet man hasn't?]


... Hey. Are you okay, No Face? Are you hurt?

[Just like Siouxsie, there's an odd, warm concern in her voice that no other Puppet shares. ... Even though she's still calling him "No Face".]
me_underfire: (Typity typity type)

[personal profile] me_underfire 2016-09-09 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
You couldn't- ah, right, it's your senses, isn't it? Lucky you, all I got was a heart attack and a splitting headache.
silentform: (Why am I the only one concerned)

HE'S HERE, SORT OF

[personal profile] silentform 2016-09-09 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Samhaine recognizes Siouxsie's voice right away, but for some reason he doesn't look up. He just presses his hands harder to his face, completely covering it with both (quite large, for a human) palms. Despite his unusually squishy appearance, his clothing is reminiscent of the way he'd appeared before. He's even wearing geta still that somehow didn't get ripped off by slogging through the sand or something similar.

His hair fans out over his hands as he curls in closer towards himself, taking in long, rattling gasps of air. And it isn't until he hears Siouxsie just in front of him that he speaks...and it doesn't sound like Samhaine at all.

Well, it does. But it's just...one voice. One single, soft, low voice.]


Sixousie...look away.

[personal profile] marysioux 2016-09-09 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)


[... Okay. What the fuck. The voice she's used to hearing from him is low, of course, but... changes in intonation and feeling as he speaks, distorted like that of Cerealis or The Body, but much warmer than they could ever sound.

This isn't that voice. This is the voice of a weak man who's scared of what's happening... none of the strength she's used to hearing from the Marionette.]


I'm not gonna look away just because you tell me to, moron. You know I can handle whatever you're hiding!
Just let me see, already.

[Can she try to pull one of those hands away? Because something's apparently wrong with his... faceless region, and it's upsetting him.
Which means it's upsetting her.]
silentform: I'm planning on drinking my weight in vodka and I don't trust myself not to run through the forest screaming I AM SPARTA (I need you to do me a favor)

[personal profile] silentform 2016-09-09 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't want to, but he knows that Siouxsie is going to see whether he likes it or not. He can only resist her pulling on his hand for a moment before she succeeds in pulling it away, even though that half of his face is still mostly obscured by his hair. But it's still not enough to hide what he was trying to keep hidden, unable to comprehend or understand it.

A face. A face staring back at Siouxsie with dark, terrified eyes that hold expression that Samhaine never had before. Weirdly, he's pretty similar to the structure of the mask he wore, except it's far less gaunt and haunting. He looks like a normal young man, by and large, and it's...

...weird. It's very weird.]

[personal profile] marysioux 2016-09-09 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)


[It's...

Really weird. And it's not something she'd ever pictured hidden behind his hands as she'd tried to pull them away.
From what she remembers being told, he'd never had a face before. Born completely without one.
And yet... here one is, looking right back into her own. Looking at her with feeling, with more life to it than his mask had ever shown.
Not only that, but...

This is the only time she's ever seen another Puppet's face.

Siouxsie kinda can't help the look of spellbound curiosity she's got, almost - almost - reaching out to touch his cheek... before thinking better of it and pulling back her hand, remembering the way he'd reacted to nearly everything she'd done before.
Not really something Samhaine's okay with.

But she still really wants to. Really wants to.]


... You've got a face. When did that happen?
You can't just suddenly grow a whole face, can you?

[Even though she's trying to sound distant and sarcastic as usual, it's hard to hide the touch of actual shock in her tone.]
dawnordusk: (inquisitve)

Ashe | Final Fantasy XII

[personal profile] dawnordusk 2016-09-09 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[01]

[Ashe blinks a few times, then closes her eyes again, listening. She'd seen that it was night - maybe she'd be lucky and have some time to get her bearings before seeing anyone else - but not much more than that. She knows the feeling of wet sand, and the sound of the waves would tell her she's on the Phon Coast. Did the Mist drag her all the way there? She didn't think it could do that. Slowly, after stilling her thoughts and forcing herself to calm, she stands. Looking around, ice snakes through her stomach as she realizes that no, this isn't the Phon Coast at all.

She starts walking away from the beach, willing herself not to panic. That won't change anything. She starts walking along the rod nearby, when a noise almost makes her jump out of her skin. She stops, and looks over her shoulder. The moon is bright enough, buf had she missed something? Or had she heard nothing at all, and her mind was playing tricks? There was only one way to find out.]


Is someone there?

[02]

[What kind of place has she found herself in? Eat people? She'd never known a magick that would inflict that particular desire. She tries to ignore it, and tries to ignore the not-as-friendly types. What strikes her about the pamphlets is that she can read them at all.

But those not-so-friendly types aren't going to give her a moment of peace - rightly, she supposes, if what it says in the pamphlets are true. She's weaponless, and she doesn't want to risk magick or calling Belias in this unfamiliar place. She doesn't want to turn her back to them, either. It isn't a big mob, by any means, but its size is a little... inconvenient. Her back isn't yet to a wall, and she figures she has nothing to lose if she attempts parley. She stares them down.]


Calm yourselves. I mean you no harm.

[Her voice doesn't waver; it comes out just like she'd wanted.]
Edited 2016-09-09 21:27 (UTC)
saveyourserpent: (thoughtful)

Re: 1, night

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-09-09 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[While there's plenty of sea at the Vandare beaches, aquatic monsters don't tend to call it home. Apparently, most mers and kelpies tend to prefer Lake Dala, over by Bavan. Liquid's no tourist, coming over only to gawk at the newcomers. Nope, these are his stomping grounds.

In fact, if one were to really look far in the distance, on days with better visibility, sometimes the wreckage of a boat can be seen. Once the home to a young soldier in Bwala ya Masa, now the home to that same soldier so much older and farther away. Funny. That's magic for you. Could get anything for the right price.

But he's not in the boat tonight. People are coming, he's noticed, so he's been swimming around, peeking up here and there, seeing who's been dropped into his turf. No one's really caught his eye, though. That is, until now. He knows the signs of someone struggling all too well, and his attention moves to the... sort of familiar figure. He just has to swim right up to the beach to take a closer look.]


Didn't bring Father along?

[Rather casual for a guy just sort of showing up in the sea. Of course, Liquid's a hell of a lot different from the way he was as a child. After all, he's got dark brown scales covering his arms, and who knows what's going on underwater. But he's got Big Boss's face, even if it's distorted a bit by the knife-sharp teeth growing out of his lower jaw, and he still speaks with an accent.]
lycoctonum: (River Bear)

[personal profile] lycoctonum 2016-09-09 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it is. [Except that it's just the fact she's finally glad being able to smell again like she used to.] Growl... I have a headache, too. [She moves her hair slightly to show the nubs of her antlers.]
silentform: (Our innocent game of duck duck booze)

[personal profile] silentform 2016-09-09 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know.

[Your guess is really as good as his, Siouxsie, because Samhaine has nothing. Absolutely nothing. He wants nothing more than to hide behind his hands again, but now that Siouxsie has seen him he just feels weirdly exposed. Not like he's concerned the devil will kill him or anything...he just doesn't like having a face where he shouldn't, that's all.

He pulls away from Siouxsie just a fraction, his heels digging furrows into the sand as he does.]


I don't......understand...

[He has a mouth, actually moving to form the words as he speaks. He's blinking, breathing, talking. And where anyone else would think that is just- well- normal, Samhaine is finding it to be the exact opposite.]
marysioux: virgins, blood, my name. Do it. (Like I told you yesterday:)

[personal profile] marysioux 2016-09-09 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[Yeah, Siouxsie can see this is just too much for him. He's never experienced everything having a face entails, and it's overwhelming him.
So she brings her hands up, palms out toward him.]


Stay here for a bit, got it?

[... And then she stands, brushing the sand off her striped leggings before wandering off along the beach, silver eyes scanning the beach - her own masklessness seemingly forgotten for the time being.]
nolemon: (Fff)

[personal profile] nolemon 2016-09-09 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
You ever try to fly from a standing position?

[It's practically impossible. This is such an idiot...]

Hah, now that's pretty funny. Even a giraffe like you has some uses.

[...She'd be kind of cute if she wasn't such a bitch. Hiyoko sticks out her cheeks slightly.]

Hiyoko.
marysioux: Or bottom. Whatever. Point is we come out with their boyfriends. (Pretty girls always come out on top.)

i have exactly 0 icons of her smiling without her mask so you get to imagine it instead

[personal profile] marysioux 2016-09-09 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, all these animal insults aren't effecting her at all... not because she gets them a lot - she doesn't - but because, y'know.
Constructed world of Puppets. The only animals they have are fish.]


Hiyoko, huh? That's a pretty cute name, for a fuzzball.

[That's pronounced with zero difficulty, of course - even if Siouxsie's name isn't the kind you'd hear around Japan, she's known plenty of people with names similar.

But she holds out a hand after that.]


Call me Siouxsie.
I'd say it's a pleasure, but I've got a feeling you're only having fun trying to piss me off, huh?
nolemon: (You steaming pile of pigshit)

[personal profile] nolemon 2016-09-09 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, it's not her fault that she cant come up with tall insults without bringing animals into it!]

I'm adorable. There's all there is to it.

[Loud sniff. She does hold out her paw, though. Might as well allow this peasant some leniency.]

I could say the same thing about you, puppet.
silentform: you know that's bullshit because you're the REASON that's bullshit (You have the mind)

[personal profile] silentform 2016-09-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[No worries there because Samhaine is not interested in moving, much less getting up. He watches Siouxsie through his one visible, trembling eye until she's turned away, freeing him up to cover his face again.

Samhaine's not here, he's in No Face town.]

[personal profile] marysioux 2016-09-09 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)


[Then a handshake she will get!
Siouxsie's smile even curls just a bit more, like she's pleased Saionji even considered returning it.]


Are you trying to call me "Puppet" as an insult? Creative.

But I'm not trying to piss you off, you know... it's just happening 'cause that's how Puppets are, and you're not used to it.
I mean, aren't you always surrounded by other goody-goody humans?

Honestly, it's a wonder you have some sense when all the other humans I've met are just a bunch of sappy halfwits.

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