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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.
did I promise you a bird or did I promise you a bird? | second week in September, just for reference
It's been a while since he hit the beach. He's mostly been avoiding Vandare lately, what with all the political unrest, and he's not particularly keen on the idea of walking into any of it, but he does have wings now. He's barely even aware of making the decision to go before he's packing up a bag, hitting the roof and taking to the air.
When the salt breeze hits his face, he immediately feels himself relax. This is what he needed--exactly what he needed, and he scans the beach for an empty stretch of sand to touch down on.
Before he can find one, he hones in on a dark shape by the edge of the water, not moving.
Instinct kicks in, and with a shot of adrenaline he dives, the wind whipping his face. He plucks the person from the water with his talons, like a real osprey grabbing a fish, and sets his cargo down as gently as he can on dry ground. He lands, drops to his knees, and looks for signs of consciousness--which, thankfully, he gets in a minute, and he exhales with relief. He'd have done mouth to mouth, but if he can avoid it, it's less traumatic for everyone involved.
"Hey, you're okay," he says, quietly so as not to spook the guy when he's fresh out of the water. "I'm Percy. I'm not going to hurt you. What's the last thing you remember?"
BIRB!
He'd barely seen it coming, but from what little he did see, Shisui could make out that this wasn't you average bird. It wore pants for one...
And right now, instead of being deposited on some cliff and being torn to pieces, he was watching lips – instead of a beak— moving and they were saying words he could understand. I'm not going to hurt you. Not yet, maybe! he thinks, but nevertheless dares to study the being that had just pulled him out of the water and dropped him on dryer land. He’s glad for there being no beak, though a fleeting glance over at the talons has him reconsidering that thought almost immediately.
He’s less concerned for himself, however, when the bird-man asks him what the last thing he remembered was. It’s the one question that has him staying put, throwing caution to the wind, curling fingers in sand but never really lifting a hand to toss it at the other.
The last thing…?
Itachi. The last thing he remembered was Itachi, expression twisted in concern and confusion. The last thing he remembered was failing. The last thing he remembered was asking the person he’d loved the most to help him get to the edge of the cliff. The last thing he remembered was Itachi’s hands as they held on to the back of his shirt, how he’d spoken volumes in the silence but Shisui had refused to listen. ’Don’t stop me Itachi, if you’re my friend…’
The memory of his dying body hitting the water and then smashing itself up against the rocks has him flinching, reliving that moment of impact once more. Had it been the right decision…?
Shisui doesn’t realize that he’s gone from staring Percy in the eye to letting his gaze wander off to nowhere in particular. But he does realize that it’s been a good few seconds since the bird-man had asked him the question.
“I…" Obvious hesitation. "Enough.” He remembers enough to want to forget. “Percy.” Saying it out loud, he figures the name suits the bird-man. “Shisui,” he offers, with the slightest of nods. “Where am I?”
chirpchirpfuss~
Grimacing, he watches as his question seems to sink in, and the man in front of him crumples a little, breaking eye contact to stare at something that Percy can't see.
Enough. Okay. That doesn't tell him a lot--is this a new arrival, or did he show up somewhere else on the peninsula and end up in the ocean some other way? Regardless, at least he's answering the question instead of flinging his sand in Percy's eyes and running for it.
He even gives his name and asks a question of his own, and Percy keeps his movements slow but lowers his hands to rest on his legs. The wings are heavy, and his shoulders have been getting sore lately and giving him blinding headaches.
He offers the man--Shisui, he said?--a wan smile. "You're on a beach in Vandare, a town on the Ryslig peninsula. Does that sound familiar, or am I the first person you've seen since you got here?"
he's gonna start missing his feathered friends tbh
But Percy's talking again and Shisui pulls his focus back to the situation at hand-- and almost immediately finds himself rather confused. He's never heard of a Vandare or a Ryslig peninsula before, and he's been over maps of the world so often thanks to all those missions that there was no way he'd have missed something as significant as an entire peninsula. It made no sense. To know the map of the world like the back of your hand but not know where he was now... Land masses didn't magically appear and even if they did, Konoha intelligence would have gathered news about it and have relayed information to them already. So amidst this confusion a part of him suddenly wonders if he'd actually survived that fall and drifted off to--
You know what? That was impossible.
"It doesn't sound familiar, no," he admits.
(Even if the geography was weird, it didn't really explain why he had his eyes back.)
But putting two and two together, he figures that maybe this sort of confusion was normal, if Percy's directed questions were anything to go by.
"But I take it this is normal? Not knowing where you are?"
He's already let go of those fistfuls of sand.
well now he has a new feathered friend!
Well, so much for a day at the beach.
"Unfortunately, yes," he says, frowning. "Listen, there's something I need to explain to you, but it's not going to be easy to hear, so I want to make sure you're okay first. Does anything hurt or feel numb? I know some basic field medicine, which should get you as far as an actual doctor."
Nothing looks obviously broken or anything, the guy at least isn't missing an eye or bleeding profusely, but he's probably also full of adrenaline and was just doused in cold water and might not be feeling anything yet.
"If you can't walk, I can carry you on my back instead of in my talons," he adds with a sheepish smile. "Sorry if I made you feel like a trout, by the way. I wasn't really thinking about it, I just didn't want you to drown."
\o/ !
"You probably wouldn't have been able to avoid it even if you tried," he says, making to stand and immediately feeling a sort of run-over-twice-by-a-large-bus sort of pain in places he's almost forgotten he had. "I believe I drowned before I got here." He's quite sure he was still alive by the time he hit the water, so it wasn't the poison that killed him. "It's sort of like my destiny or something. I really don't know what my parents were thinking when they named me."
It was easier to make light of a situation. He'd found that that approach seemed to always work calm him down enough to process everything objectively.
And right now, as he proceeds to demonstrate, Shisui discovers that he is quite able to walk.
Re: \o/ !
"I kind of know what you mean," he offers, giving a weak smile. "I was the hero of a prophecy back home. Very long story. But if it helps any, I have known people who say they came here after their death. That's not what happened to me, but it's not unheard of."
When Shisui takes a step, Percy follows, arm still extended to catch him if he loses his footing. "Are you still feeling it? Your death, I mean. You can lean on me if you need to."