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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.

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Okay?

[He heard that.

It's not quite a person from the bushes, but it's...Definitely something attackable, probably. Honestly since it's still in the brush, a first glance could let the thing pass as a part of it, unless someone looked close enough to realize there was now seamoss rather than grasses poking out.

It seems to be a young alpaca. A green one.

With a child's voice. ~~And more ridiculously, wings, if she gets close enough to see the back~~.] ...Who are you talking to?

[It's probably going to be a long day, Ellie.]

[Okay, a word stating that she is okay, that the situation is okay, but she's not too sure about that. Particularly when there is a reply to her words, causing her to stop within her tracks trudging from sand to the line of foliage away from the surf. It wasn't that she wasn't expecting to hear a voice eventually, but she wasn't expecting to hear a voice this soon and certainly didn't expect it to sound so much like a kid, someone younger than her. Still, Ellie knew in her own world children could be just as dangerous as adults so she's not taking any chances here. Particularly when she sets eyes upon what is actually speaking to her; because she's read a fair number of books, travelled pretty far and while she isn't exactly used to the outside world completely, she is fairly certain green, fluffy animals don't talk except maybe in fantasy.

She is the focused type, so with the second set of words this all becomes pretty clear to her, it's not the background, it's not a lapse in sanity, it's an actual fucking animal that is green and it's talking.]

What-- [Her voice snaps, immediately to the defensive, reaching down to scoop up a smooth rock that fits within the palm of her hand. It's not a brick, but likely stronger.] What the hell are you?

[What fortune, that Ellie should thus appear in yet another world where children can still be dangerous.

Or at least, some of the time. The way the Alpaca's ears perk probably don't help the confusion-real or not it's...definitely odd.

And definitely blinking at that rock before looking back to her. It has yet to get up, however.

There's small comfort in that.] I'm a kelpie! [...~~Aren't those horses???~~

The 'kelpie' sounds rather pleased about this fact. ~~Mostly because he used to be a Wendigo-which meant being dead. And hungry.~~]

...Who were you talking to?

[At least there is familiarity there, she'll take small blessings where she can get them.

Still, that doesn't stop the idea that it's some kind of animal, talking at her and staring at her and it's green. Ellie's brows furrow as she looks at the creature, keeping the smooth stone firmly in her grip. It's not so much that the thing seems dangerous, it's that it seems unnatural despite the unnatural world she grew up in, at least to strangers to it. Keeping halfway behind the tree for now she listens carefully and it's obvious she is.]

Yeah, that doesn't help me. What's a kelpie? [A quick reply because she's never heard of that before, emerging a little further though, because hey it seems nice enough.] And I wasn't talking to anyone, just myself, don't you do that?

I thought it was a water horse, [He starts, looking over himself,] But I don't think this is a horse...

[As for talking to himself, well. He tilts his head.] ...No. [Not even once-talking to himself isn't a thing he really developed...there were a lot of screw ups in his upbringing, really.] Why would you talk to yourself though, you can just think things, can't you?

[She make a small huff of breath at his words because bad upbringing or not, she wasn't sure she knew someone that didn't talk to themselves at least once, as some form of comfort. Still, she is hesitant to approach the creepy looking beast, the thing that can talk, but she at least comes out from behind the tree more, dropping her hand to her side.]

No, you don't. Not any horse I've seen. [Lucky for her, she's actually seen a horse at this point, maybe not much else but she's seen one of those. Looking the creature over her brows furrow, he sounds young, it sounds young, whatever it is, doesn't exactly sound grown up and Ellie is fortunately mentally beyond her years, due to her own upbringing in apocalyptic hell.]

Look-- [A small exhale of mild frustration.] --forget it. What is this place?

I thought so... [He says it as if there were anyone who had disagreed in the first place-but as if talking alpaca were bad enough, there is a blur of green while the boy changes his form-and now it's some sort of green, sea-weed haired kid sitting there instead. The legs are still the same as before-though, fortunately, he has clothes on.]

This is Ryslig! We're near Vandare. Everyone's arriving from the water right now, [he adds as he stands, coming to a height far beyond expected of an 8 year old,] so I came here with everyone to help people.

[...Children this young should not surpass five foot.]

[The voice and the height really don't mix. Ellie stands around five-three, but when the other transforms she's taking a step back, the rock clenched, white knuckled. Alright, so it's some kind of crossbreed or what, not a creature, but not a human, just a face that looks like a young boy but with hair in a substance she's never seen before and legs like the kelpie he claimed he was. This place was officially freaking her out, and coming from where she came from, that took a great deal.]

Holy shit-- [She murmurs as she looks him over, not moving further away, but still not letting go of the stone she's procured as a projectile if needed, he might seem nice but lots of people seemed nice before they would show their true colours. He says he is here to help, says their in some place called Ryslig and that's not a place she's ever heard of before. It sure as hell isn't Salt Lake City.]

Okay, so what is Ryslig, or Vandare. Did you see me arrive?

[Well. At least one of them is taking things alright.] ...You're not supposed to swear, [he says plainly.

With more serious things at hand, he trots toward the shoreline a bit, doing his best not to pay any attention to the fact that she could throw a rock at his face at any given minute. It's a little nerve-wracking, regardless of how easily any monster should be able to take the hit.] Ummnnn...

...It's here? It's a country, and Vandare is a city... [Not really sure how else to answer that, if you're asking 'what'. 'Where' might have gotten better results. And as for the other question...] ...Sort of? [These are things he's really not sure how to answer and he is sorry........] Your body came in from the water... ...but I didn't see anything before that, so I don't know how everyone gets here from other worlds...

...Sorry.

[No.

What was what she wanted to know, where was Ryslig, something, someplace, he had already answered, but what was it, an safe land, a colony, a prison, was it a land of freedom or a land infested like her own, what was it. The beast is young but he's frustrating and for someone trying to be helpful he's not doing the best job and as he says that she isn't supposed to swear, Ellie rolls her eyes heavily because maybe this is the sign that it's time to go. If she had her backpack she would shoulder it and move on, but she doesn't and she isn't about to turn her back on the creature either. A heavy sigh, an exhale and she pinches the bridge of her nose, arms dropping heavily to her side as she watches him move towards the shoreline.

She still doesn't drop the stone, and she won't be doing it anytime soon.]

Fuck. [She murmurs under her breath and leans one weight of her leg from one side to the other before briefly looking back towards the foliage, gaze turning quickly to the other. This wasn't going anywhere and she needed answers now.] Right, well if you see a guy come ashore, beard, flannel shirt, looking for a kid that looks like me, tell him he took too long.

He probably won't come here.

[...Now that goes a bit beyond horridly confusing and utterly unhelpful. Strange logic aside, there's not too many ways to interpret that statement, and the boy stares.]

...Most people don't come with anyone else from other worlds. They just come alone.

...So he's probably not coming.

Shut up.

[Was the quick, sharp reply at the creatures words, eyes narrowing, holding the rock tighter in her grasp as she looked at the other. The world was not home, the kid was not familiar and she sure as hell didn't think he had any right to say who or who did not show up here, after all she was here, who was to say that he wouldn't be far behind and it wasn't something that she was about to believe at the moment. She had left him sick, ill, in the dead of winter and it wasn't something she was going to entertain.

Ellie inhaled, breath slightly shaky.]

If you want to be helpful then tell me how to get the hell out of here. [Knuckles white around the stone she took a step closer.] I don't have time for this.

You wanted me to do something if someone appeared, I didn't want to make you wait for nothing..! [he protests, flinching under the other's anger. He knows the stone won't hurt. He could catch it with one of the seaweed tendrils on his back. He knows it won't work.

Somehow it's still frightening though, and his own voice wavers as he speaks.

If she thinks he's lying already, she won't like what he says next.] ...no one can leave though...that was how I got here and everyone else got here, [he says quietly, holding his arms close.] I can't tell you how to leave because we can't...!

[It's frustrating, it's too much, she doesn't have the patience to deal with him, doesn't want to hear what he is saying and if anything she thinks perhaps he isn't trying hard enough. Helpful would have been to leave it alone, helpful would have been to actually think before opening his mouth so all of this right now was not helpful because she was already on edge. The information about leaving, that honesty perhaps was the most it had been considered but already she doesn't have the faith, only trusts herself and no other that she's come across.

The creatures voice wavers and she doesn't seem phased by it, if he wanted to be who he said he wanted to be then maybe he should think about it; sometimes helping people hurt, particularly people who were new here like he once had been.]

Fuck off, all you're giving me is excuses! [She manages to snap, her shoulders going tense, trying to force the emotion out of the moment and it's easy, easy to do in front of a stranger. A pause and her voice evens out, cold and despondent. Grip loosening on the stone in her palm she lets out a huff of breath.] I don't have time for them.

[Quietly she turns on her heels to leave him by the shore.]

There's always a way out of something.

[Looser grip on the stone-that helps. Helps him at least-he might have almost been frightened back into his alpaca form, but that brings some peace of mind back.

Enough to shout back, at least.] We tried it though!

Why do you think I'm like this..! [...He liked this version of himself. He admits.

He knows it wasn't supposed to be how he was though-and it's becoming harder to think of it like that.] ...We can't even leave if we die.

...We just come back here again.

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