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graveyardsmash2016-09-08 10:56 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME
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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[There's that tone of hers... but it's not directed at Chihiro, at least. This world's just irritating - it's like she can't go anywhere without the air tasting acrid and there being too much light.
Yet even with all that light, she can't see the stars when it gets dark! What's with that?]
Maybe next time think about bringing someone along, y'know? I mean, ol' Siouxsie's not gonna be around the next time something like this happens.
You've got friends around, right?
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Mmm...
[That...doesn't make Chihiro start crying again, but it does make him deflate considerably as he keeps his gaze locked on the flower still in his hands.]
No. My classmates aren't here.
[He hasn't met any of them yet, for some reason. He can't understand why he'd be here, alone, and they wouldn't.]
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Classmates...? You mean, like - school?
[... Did she ever do that? She probably thought about it when she was younger, but man... those priests sure make everything Not Fun in her village.
But do classmates really count as friends? Aren't they like... obligatory friends?
This kid must not have many friends.
Hmmm.]
... Well then, aren't you lucky! Like I said, I hate seeing a girl who can't help herself...
So that means I'll just have to stick around to help you out, huh?
Maybe you'll learn a thing or two from hanging around a strong, gorgeous woman like me!
[Translation: you have no friends, I have no friends, let's be friends.]
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Eh-?
[Oh. Um. This is...sudden? It's sudden.
He thought she didn't...really like him...
Chihiro only seems to curl up further in Siouxsie's arms, though it's not borne from distress this time. No, he's more confused than anything.]
I...I appreciate it, really, I just...I don't want to be a bother.
[He already busted her nose, and now she has to go out of her way to haul him around...how could she just want to stay with him after all that?]
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[That... just gets a little scoff from the nymph.]
No, see - what would be a bother is if you had no one to rely on, right?
Imagine breaking your legs again, only this time, I'm not around to help.
Then what would you do?
You'd just sit and cry.
[She shifts him in her arms again, just so the hold's more comfortable. Stop curling up like a little bug or something, jeez.
But for some reason, she's got a little smile on her face, saying this.]
Besides. You could obviously use a good rolemodel like me! [no] I can teach you all sorts of things about life and shit.
Like how to get guys to buy you free stuff!
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[Chihiro isn't sure he wants that. He...he'd been wanting to go talk to Mondo about himself, he wanted to be brave, but...he's not THAT brave yet. And having Siouxsie bandy about the idea makes him look over at the street she's walking down, wondering if they're getting any closer to their destination.]
Well I...I don't even know your name...
[...]
I'm...Fujisaki. Fujisaki Chihiro.
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[Aw, c'mon, Chihiro - she'd make an awesome rolemodel!! You could call her Siouxsie-neesan and everything!!
Hearing him introduce himself gets a little, interested hum from her, though.]
Pretty cute name. You can call me Siouxsie.
Unless that's too hard for you - met a guy the other day who couldn't even say my name after I spelled it for him and everything.
But I guess he could've just been a moron.
[She's... so quick to talk so meanly about people, like it's just a thing people do.
Not even caring if it might upset him or anything.
As for their destination - they're actually coming up to it now! Siouxsie slows to a stop up by the door... and lets out an annoyed sounding scoff, seeing the sign hung up on the door.]
- Well, fuck.
She's out right now.
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It's nice to meet you.
[Chihiro doesn't try saying her name right now to avoid opening up that can of worms, his ears perking when she suddenly curses. Again.
Lots of foul language with this one, but he's used to that from select classmates.]
S..so now what do we do?
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But as he's asking that, she's already moving to do something about it - that is, she moves to gently place him on the sidewalk under the building's window, before stepping in front of the door and moving back a few paces.]
Don't worry, I've got an idea - just cover your head if anything goes flying, 'kay?
[... Whatever she's planning probably isn't safe.]
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[...oh god.]
W-wait! What are you going to do-?
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[After saying that, though, she pauses for just a moment to eye how far she is from that door - before getting a running start, running shoulder first into the wood with a loud thud.
And, unsurprisingly, it splinters right in half thanks to her monster strength, sending Siouxsie tumbling forward into the building with a high pitched squeak.
It was as graceful as it sounds, really.
There's the sound of shuffling, a couple noises of pain and splintering bark, but eventually she pokes her head out around the doorframe with a big grin.]
- Got it! Let's get you inside, 'kay?
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[The moment Chihiro sees Siouxsie running, he throws his arms over his head as instructed, curling up as small on the pavement as he can manage as splinters from the door go flying every which way. Thankfully, he's not in the direct line of fire, though he does feel a few wood chips bounce off his arms.
When he looks back up, he's a veritable deer-in-headlights, his ears trembling.]
A...are you okay?
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Probably.
So she moves over to Chihiro, bending down to carefully scoop him up again.]
Yeah! I mean, I hate having to do my own dirty work... but it's not like I've got my bodyguard around to bust doors for me.
That's lesson number one, Fuzzball: sometimes a girl's gotta take matters into her own hands, even if it's matters that'll get you dirty and gross.
[And into the building they go!! Aren't you glad to have made this new friend, Chihiro?]
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F...fujisaki...
[Chihiro corrects hesitantly, lifting his legs a little when he's picked up again. He might as well get used to being carried, at least until he can walk again.
He looks up at Siouxsie as she steps inside, a little stricken by what she's saying.]
You...you must be very brave, Siouxsie.
[He struggles a little over her name, and even though the language barrier isn't here, some of his own native Japanese slips in.]
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Don't worry, I remember - I like nicknames!
[So, y'know. He's Fuzzball.
But hearing him say that so... softly gets her to look at him - just a hint of curiosity and even a bit of confusion in her eyes.
Like, nearly every Puppet she knows would argue otherwise. Sure, she can trashtalk monsters like no one's business, and yeah, maybe she helped slaughter the priests in her village... but the moment she's got someone in her face, she cowers.
Like any other Puppet would.
So it's a little weird to hear someone say she's brave.]
... Eh, just cut off what you can't say.
But yes. Yes, I am!
In fact - where I come from, there's no one as lovely and courageous as me!
[He said nothing about her looks, but okay.
She's going to gently put him on a nearby sofa, though - mostly so she can go to the owner's desk and rifle through it for what she needs.]
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[Gee, at least Siouxsie has enough confidence for both of them.
The sofa is very welcome, and Chihiro can't help but sag a little against it once he's set down. He's stopped bleeding so much now that the fur is all matted and tacky with blood, but that doesn't mean he can walk on these legs yet. They don't look as broken as they did, though...more like they're just. Deer shaped.]
You're not...s-scared?
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[Said as she looks over to him from the desk - a bottle from the drawer in one hand, a small book in the other.
It's got some leaves imprinted on the cover... so it must be some kind of plant guide.
Because, y'know. As if Siouxsie knows fuckall about plants. The only plants they had back home were grass and trees!
Eventually, though, she wanders over to him, handing over the corked bottle - it's filled with some sort of translucent, pale orange gel, with a label on the front that's been well-worn from use.]
Here. This is the hag's wound stuff - it's made of like, a bunch of shit for healing or whatever.
I've seen the results, so, y'know. It's good stuff. Heavy duty!
[But she's not putting it on for him, sorry. She hardly wants to use this sort of thing on herself, let alone getting herself messy for others.
... At least it's probably got a nice smell.]
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Of...this place.
[He says after a pause so he can reach out and carefully take the bottle from Siouxsie without actually opening it right away. It looks inconspicuous enough...but he's just a bit hesitant about using someone's things without permission.
Especially the things of someone Siouxsie is freely calling a "hag".]
Has, um...has this lady helped you before?
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But as he asks that, she wanders over to a chair to take a seat with that book - flipping through it with a look of intent, only to shrug at his question.]
No to the first, yes to the second.
The place I come from's way scarier than anything this place can come up with - the monsters here don't even deserve the name!
We had real monsters.
["Had". Samhaine did kill the ornery ones - and the rest were presumably healed at Wor's death, like the Wasp Woman had been...
Ah, but speaking of women -]
... The old bitty who lives here helps me figure out all my plant shit. The place I come from just has grass and trees...
And even then, the grass and trees here are weird. If they weren't shaped the same, I probably wouldn't even know that's what they are!
So, y'know. I gotta figure this stuff out somehow. I'll just leave her a note and some cash to fix her door, no big deal.
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[Somehow, he's not sure just leaving money is a good solution to just breaking into someone's place...but he can't really do or say anything about it, not when Siouxsie's actively helping him like she is. He's in too much pain to argue, also, which is why he finally moves to uncork the bottle with a little difficulty.
And yes, it does smell nice. Pretty herbal and sweet, almost cloyingly so. It's made from natural things, whether those things came from the earth or...something else.]
There isn't anything like this back home...you only see m...monsters in books and movies...
[His world also has demonic teddy bears who run murder schools, but we don't talk about that.]
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[And those are robots anyway, they don't count. But hearing that - she looks up from the pages of the little book in her hands, almost a little surprised, before actually just... letting out a little laugh.]
Just in stories, huh? That must be nice.
I bet they're still nothing as scary as what I had to deal with - imagine a rubbery monster twice my height, all lumpy and freaky and misshapen, with like... ladies' faces on the front of his head and the back.
Then give that asshole a sword and a love of women and toss him right in your face.
I had to deal with that just trying to get from one village to another! Real loser, though.
Totally had the "sadistic freak" shtick down pat, made him super predictable.
[She's talking about this so casually, like it was just a walk in the park...]
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...I...I d-don't really want to imagine that...
[Please don't??? He almost dropped the bottle trying to pour some of that gel onto his hand, geeze...what kind of hellscape does Siouxsie come from? Is she just trying to mess with him, or something?]
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Chihiro's reaction actually seems to confuse her for a moment - before she lets out a little noise of understanding, coupled with a sigh.]
Right, I forgot, you're a human - you probably come from one of those soft worlds, right?
Everything's all squishy, and hold-hands-y, and blech.
I guess that fits you though... you're way too cute to come from a world like mine.
[... At least she sounds a little amused? So she's not outrightly teasing him... maybe...]
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[That comment has Chihiro blushing in short order, looking away so he can tend to his own wounds. The gel has a distinct burn to it that quickly dissolves into a numb, cooling sensation that does wonders for the pain. He probably should wash these wounds, but...he'll make do with what he has.]
Well I...I guess so. My world seems to be different from a lot of others.
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I've actually never met anyone with a world like mine.
...
[... Aaaand back to looking at the book. Or, rather, she's pulled it up so he can't exactly see her face - she's not fond of being easy to read, and that's exactly what happens when she's not wearing her mask. Like right now.
For some reason, saying that's made her a bit... uneasy?
It's a little awkward talking about her own world, even though she's not sure why. Maybe it's because it's so different from everyone else's...]
... U-uh - how's... your legs doing? Changes are usually kinda quick, but I mean, yours was super messy...
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