TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note: The State of the Game Discussion produced a lot of great suggestions and we now have a post for Plot Suggestions and Monster Questions. The NETWORK VOTE results are in and PRIVATE MESSAGING will be added some time in November. Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look. You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely. Reserve and application dates have been announced. Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample! Sample scenarios: SCENARIO ONE: You've just been released from the hospital in Vandare and no one really seems to know what to do with you. The locals offer polite advice but don't seem to want to spend a lot of time with you. You and the other new arrivals stick out like sore thumbs, so perhaps one will spot you wandering about town. SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. SCENARIO THREE: 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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leo | pandora hearts | OTA

[gravement]

i.

[ It's never taken him this long to heal before.

A scar that showed tissue would heal in mere seconds, back at home. In fact, there happened to be one occasion in which his body has repaired itself in minutes after being stabbed at least somewhere near his heart... Then again, there was the whole left hand ordeal, which, oddly enough, never returned, and was still gone here... but enough about that.

He woke up with the startling absence of the Glens' voices and Lights, causing him to panic quite a bit ( before Shit Happened, this would have delighted him beyond ecstasy ), and have suspicions of partially everything around him. It seemed as if not only They were removed, but vital abilities of his were taken as well. The mark on his chest was ever present, but no matter how pathetically pleading his call was, Jabberwock remained silent.

Not even a bout of pure black feathers erupted from the air. The Contract was, in a way, broken.

It left him without an inkling of where he was now. Somewhere outside his world, perhaps he had been kidnapped from his own universe. The Abyss was another important part of him that had been snatched, the conclusion which had been reached after deciding the Golden Lights were truly gone.

There was one simple course of action, now. Figure out as much as he could about this... place, and a find a way to get home. He needed to punch a sort-of ancestor in the face, after all. No time to waste!

...But the doctors are vague, alongside with the citizens, and the ever-so-loyal-to-the-public police. Repeatedly had Leo pestered random townsfolk who were eager to drive him away, the majority giving a piss poor excuse to leave the conversation. If he could find a library, though, then he could find the answers he needed.

Perhaps one of the other strange-looking people wandering around town would know. When one of those strange ones passes by, his instinctual reaction is to tap them hard enough on the shoulder to grab their attention. Accidentally, he jabs them.

At least Leo looks apologetic about it! Right? Unless he's just tired of not receiving answers and is trying to get on that person's good side. ]

I'm sorry, I honestly didn't mean to. But... do you happen to know where this town's library is located?

ii.

[ No matter what kind of God, or Gods, exist in this realm, they are certainly not merciful. Curiosity of what laid outside the town had provoked him, and given the avoidant nature of the townsfolk, he wasn't going to receive any answers.

That is, unless he went out to the wilderness himself.

Which is how Leo ended up completely, undeniably lost in a creepyass forest. Sure, the winding roads and taunting, circular path he had drawn out for himself were bad enough, but innocent, and thus horrifying, childlike laughter was emerging from the trees to boot.

He first thinks it's gotten to the point his mind is producing hallucinations when there's the SNAP of a twig somewhere in the background. But desperation to get the hell out drives him to, well, kindly greet the approaching person. ]

Who the hell are you!?

[ ...Oops. Well, he tried, give him an A for effort in acts of kindness. ]

iii.
(transforming into a merperson)

[ Despite knowing what's going on, Leo suffers.

After finally locating where the hell the library was, and had done all the research he could about this foreign town, the theory of monsters existing was not to be ignored. There had been records of people suffering cases like his, dehydrating at an alarming rate and having migraines from highly sharpened senses. The senses heightening part was generally a gradual part of the process, until he woke up one morning and immediately felt pain at the sight of his room.

Every detail jumped out to him, and it felt like he could hear his own bones working, clashing together and turning. Raising his hands to cover his sensitive ears was a mistake, an extreme one. Perhaps the pain would only last during the transformation itself, and ease off after it was completed.

That didn't stop the agony -- yes, that's right, it would eventually die down. The challenge was making it through with constantly drying out, an abnormal hunger for swimming, and severe migraines.

He was becoming something of water, according to the books. If he got to the water, then he'd be fine.

Hopefully.

And so, while carrying around a single, all ready almost drained, water bottle in his single hand, Leo made his way to where the guides said the lakes should be. It wasn't that long, apparently, but it felt like hundreds of miles upon miles as he walked. Inevitably, he crashed, the water gone from the bottle as his body begged for more.

Really, some deity needs to have pity on Leo. ]

ii.

[(Anonymous)]

Ayumi blanched.

The massive forest engulfed her small form in the dark; the enormity of the black sky hung above her like a guillotine; and in this setting the tiniest misstep had reverberated tremendous echoes of sound.

The voice sounded agitated but not malicious. A titter of laughter swept by her like the wind in her skirt, and she couldn't help but jump from the brush and reveal herself.

"I--I'm lost," she called, and she was aware her voice shook.

Be strong, Ayumi. Maybe this person can help you.

"Can... Can you help?"

Dipper Pines | Gravity Falls

[pinevestigator]

[Scenario One]

[Not all that unused to finding himself in strange places, Dipper still couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach the instant he woke up in this place. It wasn't he himself he was thinking about when he woke up, though.

Mabel. Where was she? What happened, why were they-

But she wasn't here, at least not as far as he could tell. The locals had nothing to tell him in regards to his sister's whereabouts, not that it seemed that they were eager to bend over backwards to help him either. The injuries he'd woken up with were concerning, but as long as he wasn't dead or dying he'd get over it. He'd suffered worse (much worse, if recent events were anything to go by).

So once he left the hospital, he resumed his search, anxiously looking at the faces of others leaving as well, occasionally calling out to try to get the attention of passerby.]

Hello? Uh- have you seen a girl come by here recently? Long brown hair, braces, sweater of some kind?

[Scenario Two]

[The sound of childish laughter that echoes throughout the forest with each step Dipper takes sends a terrible chill down his spine, prompting him to pull his vest a bit closer around his body with a hard frown.

The thing about getting yourself lost in forests is that it's really easy to get way lost if you don't have a map, or at least some idea of where you're headed. Usually the journal would keep him on some sort of path in the woods flanking the Mystery Shack, but here he didn't have anything like that. Actually, he's pretty sure he's seen that same rock before. Five times before.]

Come on, there's gotta be a way out...

[He whispers to himself, anxiously looking over his shoulder as the laughing rings out again, his hat pulled low to at least comfort him with the sense that he really is alone out here, and not being watched.

Or followed.]

[Scenario Three: Wendigo (CW for Body Horror)]

[He's okay. He's okay. He's okay he's okay he's okay-

At least, that's what Dipper kept telling himself. That was the mantra he kept whispering in his head until it escalated to an all out roar in his thoughts as his hands shakily- obsessively, almost- reached up and over to feel the antlers pushing through his hair, high above his head where he couldn't see them. The fangs crowding for room in his mouth made it hard to keep it shut, so he sat with his mouth half open, breathing heavily past the panic trying to overtake him.

The changes had begun gradually, but now they escalated to a point that Dipper simply could not ignore. The fur that covered his body in places was soft, but just seeing it out of the corners of his eyes made him shut them tightly, golden eyes that flashed in the darkness now wherever they turned. The long tail curled around his hooves twitched and flicked beyond his control. His ears turned this way and that, picking up sounds that he couldn't parse as being human or monster or what, and either way he just found himself overcome with the desire for them to go away.

That same desire was fighting for control with the hunger sending pangs through his body, forcing him to grip at his hair, touch the antlers, then resume digging his claws into his hair again with a low keen in the back of his throat. His body was so cold, yet he didn't even register it as being so, really. His blood felt like ice, and that had nothing to do with what he was becoming now.

At least it's nighttime. It's dark, and he can be away from the sun. Not that that helps alleviate the pain, the cold, the hunger that made him gnash his teeth and tear at his hair in a vain attempt at a distraction.

I'm okay, I'm OKAY...]

3?

[makehistoria]

[Stocke wasn't nearly as far gone as Dipper. His ears had grown pointed, and he looked a bit sickly, but both of those were easily hidden or excused away - the only change that really stood out was the needle teeth, and he'd gotten used to keeping his mouth almost shut while he spoke. He could still pass as human to the natives of Ryslig.]

[That's not to say he didn't know what was going on by this point. And because of that, he wasn't too disturbed by finding someone struggling with their transformation - except for the fact that they were a child, even by Vainqueur's standards. That threw him off.]

[He paused, thinking of Aht. Then slowly, hesitantly, he approached, crouching down in front of the child. He left a meter or two of room between them - he'd recently noticed an annoying tendency in himself to be easily startled, and he didn't want to end up darting away on instinct if the boy moved.]

['Do you need help' would be a pointless question - obviously the child did. So, instead -] ...is there a way I can help you?

Wheatley | Portal 2 | OTA

[coreosive]

SCENARIO ONE

"Oi, oi, wait a minute--I'm not going to hurt you. Wouldn't know how to hurt you if I wanted to, really. Could you just--come back for a moment, perhaps? Just a moment--oh come on!!"

That's the third person he's run into that's given him rushed information, and Wheatley hasn't retained a single thing since he'd woken up in this fleshy new body of his. Frankly its incredibly jarring and unsettling, even after being filled with so much euphoria before unceramoniously having it all torn from him only to be replaced with...rubbery sort of skin material, strange -- smells? They must be odors, and this weird sort of feeling in his--mouth?

He can still feel it, some of the euphoria, but its not nearly enough to squash whatever it is closing off his windpipe. Fear? Maybe. There needed to be a better word for it, he couldn't just prattle on about how scared he was to the humans now could he? Nevous--no, that made him sound like an idgit. Uncomfortable, that was good.

"I don't bite, I promise! That's right, isn't it? I just need a moment of your time--just a moment! No more than a moment, that's shorter than two moments! Even shorter than an hour, you're really getting a good deal here. Tell you what, forget the moment math, its not even important. What is important is you. Coming to me. Now. Please."

SCENERIO TWO

Meanwhile, Wheatley has absolutely no clue that he's gone in circles.

He's been walking for what seems like an hour -- if there is one thing convenient about this new chasis, its legs, legs are really great until they get tired. Being a personality core meant he was used to being stationary most of the time and, believe it or not, being given a new body didn't mean that he had learned to pace himself with it yet.

So you will likely find one very tired blonde man propped against a tree, wheezing his little lungs out while too-bright-blue eyes search the treetops. He's hearing laughter, he's sure of it, but he can't pinpoint it at all. Either way, he's going to start talking at the air like said giggling will answer him back, adjusting the glasses on his face.

"Alright, alright, uncle! Uncle--oh who's bloody idea was it to make such a long walk? You know, I was built for management rails, this is really rather cruel and unusual--. This is a terrible test if I can't solve it, that's the whole point of testing, isn't it? Give me a hint, throw me a bone!"

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[energycreep]

You've caught the attention of a tall, pale man, broad in the chest but skinny in everything else. The guy doesn't look entirely hostile, but he's definitely irritable at the situation as a whole, and as such all you get for a moment is an annoyed frown before he registers what's being said. Or rather, rambled.

Blink. "-What? What are you- stop talking for a second, will you? What do you want?"

Richard Harrow . Boardwalk Empire

[tinhalf]

[Scenario I: Sort of. Some hours, days later, but not far along in his stay.]

There live all sorts of people in this town. Strange in looks as much as character sometimes, nothing like the crowds of Atlantic City, or Chicago, or anywhere Richard's been, where even an ugly mug feels like something worth envy. He's fast to learn, he's not the most monstrous thing here, and if he were a more outspoken man he may have found comfort in that.

But he can't abandon a certain, learned quietness, for sake of disappearing in an otherwise lively - maybe hectic - place. He sits at the bar, but in a seat hugging the wall, where the light doesn't quite reach enough for him to garner great attention.

Because he would, otherwise, even without a word out of him. He never glances up for long, quick lifts of his chin at things he catches in louder conversation as close as he gets to being here. But otherwise, his eyes go right back to the drink he's been offered.

Those glimpses of his face, no matter how brief, lend enough towards the reason for his silence.

He'd have had some of this bourbon by now, if he could drink from a glass. When he finally tires of watching it condense, he tries catching the bartender's attention, raising a voice that comes out like well-mannered gravel.

"... Beg Pardon." The visible half of his mouth tugs uneasily as he pauses, "I need a straw."

[manilargo]

There's a lot of fucked up things about this place, but you know what makes everything go down a little easier? Alcohol. At least alcohol's always there for him, same Bat time, same Bat channel. With enough of it, maybe he'll stop hoping he'll snap out of this any second, or he'll see his brother come through the doors and start explaining how this is all some sort of Mayan ritual for this and that and home's just around the corner.

He'll reach the bottom of the bottle before that happens, though. And by then he'll be too numb to be upset about it.

Because he lives in monster country and nearly was eaten to death by monsters in a bar back home, he tends to be aware of his surroundings here. He'd noticed the quiet guy in the corner, but didn't pay him much mind after that. He almost doesn't realize who's talking when he hears the voice, but then he sees the guy again, out of the corner of his eye. Seth watches the bartender to see if he'll react, but when he stalks off, apparently not having heard him, Seth decides he can not be an asshole for twenty seconds.

The straws are behind the bar almost right in front of him; he can see them, and he leans over the bar to grab one. He's not getting up though, so this guy can just lean way the fuck over and take it from Seth's hand, where he's leaning over toward him. He ought to be able to reach.

"Did you decide you done staring at it, thought it was about time to drink it?"

Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog

[fastesthedgehogalive]

[Scenerio One]

Geez. What's their problem?

[Sonic wasn't sure what was going on. He was home one moment, next thing he knew, he was waking up in the hospital in some weird place and getting treated like he was the bad guy.

It also didn't help that he was now quite human, so he didn't even have his super speed.

Once he got kicked out of the hospital, he was wandering around in his new body. He's having some difficult walking, not only because suddenly being several feet taller than before was disorienting, but also because of the various bites and other injuries he doesn't recall getting.

He tries asking around, but nobody will tell him anything, plus the stares weren't exactly helping.]

Is everyone in this town this friendly?

rise kujikawa ♥ persona 4 ( ota )

[risetting]

SCENARIO I.

[Once she was allowed to be discharged out of the hospital — and boy, was she pissed, especially since she wanted answers to the many questions that were floating around in her head. Especially since she was lost, and being lost was never a pretty sight, especially as she wandered around the area, staying close to the hospital as she took a quick glance at the nearest person, a local.

She ran up to him frantically, hands clenched together, pleadingly, as she attempted to explain her situation. That she was lost. She did it in the politest way possible, too, so she didn't exactly understand why they were avoiding her, shrugging her off. Telling her to basically go away, albeit in a rather strict, yet polite way. But that politeness seemed forced; fake. Rise could tell, if only because she knew people who did the same thing. Plus, she had done exactly the same as well.

With that, she stomps her right foot angrily, eyes narrowing as she folds her arms with a huff, looking rather displeased for a second or two before she finally lets out a defeated sigh.]

What is with these people? It's like they don't listen to you! Can't a girl just get some simple instructions on how to go from one place to another? Geez. . .

[Even though she's talking more to herself than anyone else, she still feels rather lonely, bringing up her hand to the crown of her head as her gaze lifts, looking at the bright moon above her. It was getting late, and that was no good. She had to find answers, and quick; the nights were the most dangerous parts of the day, especially for an idol who was, well, kind of sort of famous all throughout Japan.

But she soon rekindles her determination and decides that it's no good to just be sitting around, someone just had to know what was going on, just had to know where she was, just had to know the answers to her questions, right?

So she'll try again, approaching anybody who doesn't seem to avoid her gaze, even to the point where she may tap on your shoulder from behind with a huge grin written on her lips. Panic wouldn't help her now, regardless of how scary the situation seemed.]

Um, excuse me... You wouldn't happen to know what's going on here, would you?

SCENARIO II.

[Once she heard the eerie giggling coming from the woods, Rise immediately regretted coming in here, even if it was with others. A chill ran down her spine as she glanced left, right, and then left again, taking careful steps in the area, making sure she didn't accidentally set anything off that may hurt or even worse. This was so not how she planned on spending her day.

Though once the giggling is heard again - louder this time - she immediately latches onto the closest thing with a yelp. Maybe that "thing" might be you.]

There has to be a way out...! Right?

( ooc: i'm also totally welcome to any alternate scenarios that you want to come up with or anything in general -- have at it! )

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[izanyagi]

[Yes, an excellent idea to tap this rather giant guy in the large black cloak covering his entire body. Yu had been helping out others when the smell of someone he knew caught his attention. It couldn't be...he almost didn't want it to be...

But he still couldn't resist getting closer. When he's touched he doesn't move, hoping she didn't look down on what the cloak couldn't cover of his feet.]

I do know a bit...

[His voice is an octave lower, and he's taller than before. Maybe he'll get lucky and she won't catch on it's him just yet or try to turn around while he presents nothing but his cloaked back to her.]

Frank Archer | Fullmetal Alchemist

[sadisticwarfare]

scenario ii

Getting lost in the woods isn't Archer's idea of a good time. That's not surprising since it would hardly be anyone's idea of a good time, but with the obnoxious giggling that he can't seem to find the source of, Archer is beyond unnerved and getting downright pissed. He's pretty sure he's seen that tree at least three times before, but no matter which path he picks he ends up back in this same clearing. He's about to turn back and take the path he just came from when he notices someone.

"Ah, are you lost as well? I was beginning to wonder if I'd be stuck wandering circles alone forever."

scenario ii - vampire

Some people have mentioned seeing changes, but Archer hasn't noticed anything off. "People have been turning into monsters here" he's been told, but it hasn't happened to him yet. Sure, he can't stand being out in the sun for very long, and yes, his nails are a bit longer than he'd like, but really, there aren't any differences.

He was perfectly content believing that until he woke up this morning with fangs. They're large fangs that he probably should be cutting himself on whenever he tries to speak, but somehow it feels natural and he scarcely notices they're there at first. It's been easy enough to hide the other oddities with his appearance, but this? This is going to be difficult to hide.

Unfortunately he does have to go out today, so Archer decides the easiest way to handle this is to refuse to say anything in front of others. Surely this can't backfire horribly. He can be found running errands around town, looking far jumpier than usual.

scenario three

[viliorate]

Kimbley has been quiet about the rumors, not commenting on them. They're a lie, he's been telling himself. It's not true. It's ridiculous and is something that only happens in novels. And in illegal experiments in the lab he had been held in. Maybe that's why he's been on edge and on guard, protecting himself and refusing to be seen more than he has to be. He doesn't have any changes that are noticeable, not at the moment, at least.

His jaw is set oddly, teeth clenched as he approaches Archer, head ducked and his expression serious. It's strange, almost alarming, how he can sense now, when the other man is nearby. It's true for anyone he encounters. He can hear things better now. Breathing, people coming and going, and he can smell them, too, but he's been ignoring it. Having that ability extend to Archer disturbs him in ways he can't quite articulate, but he can't ignore the man.

"I hate this place." Kimbley doesn't care that Archer looks nervous in the least.

Jetstorm | Beast Machines | OTA

[says_say_what]

Scenario One

This is not an upgrade. And as far as body swaps go, it's even weirder than going 'frag actual bodies, I'm going to be a giant head.' (Thanks, boss, for giving him a baseline for craziness in this department.) At least the giant floating head option was still robotic.

This? This is squishy. This is level of squish beyond even what the Maximals have, and that's something. Not to mention there's other annoyances, like a lack of wings and feet. Jetstorm is still getting the hang of standing, swaying a little in place as he works out balance in this new body. It feels clunky and half-blinded and slow.

Not to mention he's now got sore, dark marks forming on the parts he landed on when an attempt to transform and fly off didn't go as expected. (It went THUD. At least thudding into the ground was a familiar, if still aggravating, thing.) And, as far as he can tell, there's no built-in radio with this stupid fragging body. So, if he wants to get in contact with anybody, he has to do it the old fashioned way.

Which would be why there's now some passerbys gawking at the blonde woman who's perched atop a wall, shouting, "Organic squish-sacks of wherever the frag we are! Anybody seen a big pink motorcycle or a giant floating head? Can't miss either of them! ...The pink one is easily distracted by spiders!"

Scenario Three - werewolf

Just when Jetstorm thought he was getting used to this slagheap of a body, something has to change. Isn't that how it always goes? But the sudden burst of pain is enough to make even Jetstorm shut up for a klik.

Well, the pain and whole lot of sudden structural changes making talking really slagging difficult for the moment, really. From the way everything feels, it's like he's doing something akin to the Maximals' transformation sequence, minus the light show and the benefit of expecting what's happening. There's an occasional strangled noise of pain that occasionally drops into something more guttural as fur bursts out, claws replace blunt human nails, and Jetstorm's entire head warps into something distinctly canine.

He pants for a few moments once it feels like everything's stopped transforming, tilting his head at the sensation of a tongue dangling loosely from his jaws. He sits back slowly to check out his forelimbs, flexing the claws to test them. Claws-more than before, but at least that's closer to right. Jetstorm licks experimentally at his newly lengthened jaws with his new tongue, feeling the points that have replaced blunt human teeth. A mouth in any form is still fairly bizarre, in his opinion-but these are sharp, as are the claws. What he is now, he's made to damage.

He can work with that. "Oooh," he says, laughing-barking, really-as he experimentally steeples his claws together. "Upgrade."

Three!

[going_my_way]

It takes Thrust a little longer than anyone could call 'quick' to realize what's happening to Jetstorm, but he refuses to be embarrassed about calling his friend's name while (helplessly) watching the transformation.

It looked slower and a lot more painful than the Maximal method, no matter how they stretched and skewed and twisted.

"Only from human," Thrust says, offering a hand up. "You look like Noble." Only less blue. And hopefully, less inclined to turn into an eyeless, fire-breathing, flying Gila monster and smack Thrust around.

Not that that'd get rid of Thrust. He only just found Jetstorm a handful of solar cycles ago.

Italy | Axis Powers Hetalia

[pastas]

[ (scenario two!) ]

Italy could serve to look more spooked about mysterious laughter floating through the woods, considering the many, many things that could get him crying in seconds. But it isn't the same sort of noise as a scary scream out of nowhere, or a blood-curdling roar, right? And if this were really a horror movie situation, he'd have been chased a long time ago! Right!! Or so he tries to believe.... Maybe he's hearing it so much because there's something fun hidden away in this place. This way! ... Or that way? Who knows! The direction the giggling comes from seems to change every time he catches it....

He's had good luck with getting plucked out of trouble sooner than he manages escapes by himself over the centuries, so in the end, he keeps going in hope that someone will find him eventually, starting to tire of walking (without any snacks on hand, no less!).

But now, finding himself with company can happen two ways:

1) He could see someone first, bounding forward no matter who they are with a bright, relieved, incessant voice, "Uwah! I haven't seen anyone in ages! How can I get out of here, do you know? If I don't eat something soon, I could die!"

Or....

2) He could be the one spotted first, too hungry to pay mind to approaching footsteps. If called out to or tapped on the shoulder, though, he'll practically leap out of his skin - "GYAAA - !!"


[ (scenario three! merperson) ]

On the first day of his body's changes, he's found himself an outside table at a restaurant, to have lunch and wave to pretty girls of all shapes and forms. He seems to have taken it well; every once in a while he glances at his forearms with a curious expression, starting to feel charmed by the way his new scales reflect the light, compared to the fright they gave him this morning.

The webbing between his fingers where the odder feature, but he's tested it out, and so long as he can still hold a pencil or brush, he supposes he could live.... So far, the one thing needing some real adjustment on his part he hasn't quite noticed.

Namely because his first choice of drink isn't exactly water. His first sip of a glass of wine, a simple one as its all he can afford, quickly turns into him buying the whole bottle to his wallet's lament. But good as it is, it's... strange... and the moment he's drained the whole thing, a little scary, too.

Because not only is still he dreadfully thirsty, he's awfully tipsy by now, too.

"Veee... not enough at allllll...." Truly he's fitful! He can't just buy another... yet at the moment it slips his mind that water's perfectly free.


(( ooc: rusty but oh no, I'm trying again.......... Also, switching formats is fine by me, this just ended up being how I got started! ))

Scenario three because I can't resist

[nopegif]

[Who has two thumbs and is not taking his transformation with nearly as much grace? Not this guy.

If you think that this means he's actually being graceful about transforming into a monster, you really don't know him at all - and you're also quite possibly both deaf and blind, and/or occupying a hole in the ground. No, it's just that right now, he has six thumbs, each attached to one of six arms. There are also a couple of some how angry-looking antennae sprouting from his forehead-

fuck him, the first time he'd seen them, he'd thought he was actually turning into England, it had been terrifying

- and a hardening carapace on his back and a feeling like something is moving under his skin there is not boding well for the prospect of avoiding further changes.

Spotting the restaurant and stomping toward it, it doesn't take him long to spot his brother, and the sight makes Romano scowl even further.]

You're already drunk before I get here, carogna? Ayyy... [Nevermind that he is two hours late. Sometimes a man could oversleep after his siesta, okay? He snatches the bottle - empty, he notes too late - away from his little brother, and knocks the salt over at the same time as two arms try to perform the movement at the same time. Swearing, he rights it.]

Drink some water, you're embarrassing me.

Okabe Rintarou | Steins;Gate

[now_not_found]

[Scenario 1]

Okabe Rintarou's head still hurt. Damn. He still wasn't entirely sure where the hell he was. Ryslig Peninsula wasn't on any map he knew of.

Granted, he wasn't the best at geography, but that was beside the point. He sighed, glancing from person to person. Most of them looked the same, in drab browns and greys, that infuriating solemn expression on their face. He adjusted his pure white labcoat self-consciously.

Another, he noted, stuck out just like he did. He made his way towards the other newcomer. "Excuse me," he said, his voice taking it's dramatic, inflated tone. "I am Hououin Kyouma, destroyer of the world's order and mad scientist extraordinaire. He put his hand on his chest, bending into a light bow. "I can tell that you aren't from around here, either. Could you perhaps explain to me where this really is?"


[Scenario 2]

Okabe glanced around, trying to identify where in this forest he was. Nothing. Damn it. There was just no way around it.

He was totally, and completely lost.

Those damn paths. He kept going in circles.

A strange, eerie giggle, like that of a small girl. Again. Whatever that noise was, it kept following him. Like a predator. Calm down, Okabe. Focus. If it were a predator, it'd have likely pounced on him a long time ago. Of course, it could just be stalking him until he collapsed in exhaustion...

Sigh. At least whatever ate him would have to wait.

A rustle in the vegetation behind him. Okabe whirled, backing away from the noise. Was this the thing that was stalking him? Another predator? He didn't want to stick around to find out...

To his surprise, it wasn't a monster, nor was it an animal. It was a person. He blinked. He certainly wasn't expecting to find another person in this forsaken forest.

He stepped forward. "Who are you?" he asked.

[bigfatgreekfuneral]

Neither was 2 - when another turn after a chuckle between the trees spun him to face a shape virtually right behind him, his muscles zapped braced to keep firm, rather than to be ready to fend anyone off -

And upon seeing and confirming what he's encountered, he lifts his hands up at chest level, one open, the other holding up his cane - probably enough another wanderer from the village, surely...!

"Ah -- my name is 2! Pardon me -- I don't mean any harm."

Increasingly lightening to a faint nothing-but-natural wheeze in his aged voice, as indeed, he doesn't!

mei | pokemon bw2

[direhit]

Scenario 2
[She's a trainer for Arceus' sake!!

She's scaled mountains, crossed deserts, dealt with glaciers and crazy old men trying to take over the world. A forest outside of a little town? Should be a piece of cake!

A piece of cake that Mei's still trying to navigate. It's been a couple of hours at least, almost seven hours at the most based on where she can assume the sun is, but it may very well have felt like it's been days. It's reminiscent of her first few days as a trainer, getting lost and turned around at nearly every corner, but she's a Champion now! She shouldn't be having any issues like this.

Resting against a tree and sliding down it to take a break, she sighs. All she wanted to do was go into the woods and find a Pokemon, any Pokemon, and just take it back to town, and prove to everyone that she wasn't going nuts. Many people stared at her like she was crazy, and fewer people actually knew what she was talking about and still looked at her like she lost her berries. Worst than that, she lost everything. Her supplies, her Pokeballs, her entire team...]

All I wanted was just to find something!! Some Pokemon somewhere! [As juvenile as it is, it helped to vent her frustrations. Mei even silenced the constant laughing momentarily, making her hang her head.]

This stinks worse than a Trubbish...

[And to make it even worse, she's losing what little daylight she can see through the trees.]


Scenario 3
[Wildcard me! Got no preference in mind for this one.]


Scenario 4; Bavan for Bonus!
'No monster. No movie.'

[That is how they keep greeting her at the studios. She caught word fast of a film industry in the next city, and bolted up there pretty fast. If she couldn't have her Pokemon to train, then the next best thing in Mei's mind is to act. It'll give her a distraction and something to keep her mind off her lack of a team.

This wasn't the greeting she was expecting though. They smiled widely at her at the fact that she came from Vandere, but after looking her over and asking several questions, it didn't seem like they were terribly interested. 'Too boring. We're looking for something different, awe-inspiring, terrifying!!'

What the heck did being a monster have anything to do with acting? Regular people played a part in those kinds of movies too! Movies run the same way back in Unova; monsters, Pokemon and humans all had their roles in movies, and they all worked together to make it great.

Well, she's not giving up just yet. Spewing off titles that they don't recognize hasn't helped, so she's running on sheer persistence now, strolling up to the director one of the outdoor sets and pleading loudly.]

Being human shouldn't matter! Please, just give me an audition! You won't be disappointed and I won't let you down! I promise!

Scenario 2 - Have a pre-BW2 N!

[pawnable]

[When he hears a human voice, N springs to his feet so quickly it's a wonder he doesn't get dizzy. Naturally, it doesn't occur to him in the least that a frenzied man popping quickly out of the foliage may be a little startling. Within seconds of hearing the 'P' word he's in her personal space, words tumbling out of his mouth at a ridiculous speed.]

You! You know what Pokemon are?!

aveline ( dragon age ii )

[indomitably]

one.

[ She'd wandered away from the building she'd awoken in, fairly quickly after the people inside had refused to give her any satisfactory answers. As far as Aveline was concerned, they were simple enough questions. Where were they, how did she get there? Why was she covered in scratches and bites?

Yet they only insisted that she'd been pulled out of a lake, as evidenced by her soaked leathers and the chill in her body. Not much help to her, really. Try as she may, the warrior is somewhat ill at ease. Despite the calm expression, head held high, and strong posture... she's wary.

Truth of the matter is that she has no idea where she is, or why. How did she get in a lake, with no memory of doing so?

Maybe it's the fact that every person she has asked for information has looked at her with a strange expression. Fear? Was it fear, or something else? True, she carried so sword and shield at her back. Aveline hadn't threatened or yelled, hadn't even raised her voice to anyone.

As much as she currently wanted to, the more frustrated she got. ]

If you're not going to answer my questions, be on your way. I've had it with you lot.

three - harpy ( somewhat graphic transformation )

[ She wanted to dismiss it as common illness, at first. A bit of bad food disagreeing with her - to explain the subtle change in the hue of her skin. Deep down she knows that something is wrong, she has known for quite some time. Since that fog, since...

Her bones ache, she's noticed as well. Aveline feels brittle and almost hollow, if that was the way to describe it. A dull pounding resides within her that seems to push outward except -

- except that something is shifting within her, the dull ache in her back pulses and grows sharper and more persistent, until she falls to all fours in surprise, and in pain. Bones rearrange themselves as something pulses and she can feel something stretching up, outward... underneath her skin.

Aveline clenches her teeth against the howl of fear and anguish building up and fighting to break free, nails digging deep within her palms. ]

one

[trulyfree]

[Angry voices don't typically please him. No, they tend to make him want to roll his eyes and walk away, avoid conflict and save some trouble. But it's the familiar way the words are said that makes a small smile come to his lips even before he's affirmed Aveline's presence with his eyes. What he had heard was enough indication; no other person could speak with such tempered exasperation.

Fenris glances anyway, to place her location. Ah, it is a surprise indeed to see her, but a good one. The presence of responsible friends is always such. He approaches, the amused smile still on his face, and chuckles.]

Must be vexing for a Guard Captain to not receive the answers she desires.

mio amakura | fatal frame

[followsher]

scenario two;

[ Mio wasn't sure of exactly how long it's been since she's left the hospital, but obviously she's putting absolutely no effort into gathering information of where she was. She knew she was somewhere unfamiliar, away from that god forsaken village, away from all the ghosts that were trying to attack her—away from Mayu. Her sister. The very person who she so willingly pushed aside her fear in order to save from the many horrors and threats that continued to attack them in All God's Village. Panic immediately washes over her, especially when she woke to see that she was completely alone.

And maybe it's that same exact panic that somehow has her running through Ladger Woods, as if she'll find something that will return her to that awful village, to Mayu; the more she runs, however, the more she begins to realize that she's completely lost. She stops to catch her breath, eyes still darting around the area until she finally hears something: giggling. It immediately makes her heart sink, a shiver running down her spine as each fit of giggling seems to be coming from some other direction.

She wants it to stop. She needs it to stop. And before she's able to process anything her feet begin to move again, as if to hopelessly run away from whoever was laughing until she spots someone else. ]

Mayu? [ She says it as if she's trying to convince herself that her sister was somewhere here in this forest, waiting for Mio to find her. (Or maybe walking into the next threat.) ] Wait up! Don't leave me behind!

[chimerad]

[the hooded shape stops, turning partway to her before pulling a fabric mask down under his chin.

Zelgadis blinks, eyebrows raised, then begins to scowl, eyes narrowing to slits.

his sword is lifted to close the gap between him and the girl.

knife.


big knife. not sword. Dammit, this is not very intimidating.]

Stay right there!

isabela | dragon age

[backstabbing]

scenario 3
She had always been drawn to water. Call it a pirate's instinct, call it whatever you wish, but her stranded in this strange town had left her with a keen sense of wanderlust. And an itch that simply wouldn't go away, that wouldn't be sated no matter how much she scratched at drying skin. It didn't happen all at once, but was gradual. First an increase in thirst, then a constant feeling of dryness lest she found herself in a bath or better yet, swimming in a large body of water. At first she attributed it to boredom and poor air, but once she had itched so hard that she pulled away not a scab, not skin, but something else, when she knew something else was afoot.

Or perhaps...lacking a foot. Feet. Whatever. She couldn't wriggle her toes, not as easily as she could, and the boots she wore cramped her feet and pinched skin she was originally unaware of having. Something was growing, and Maker's tits but it itched. And she was thirsty...so bloody thirsty. As though she went for days without a good steady drink despite downing an entire glass only moments ago.

Which would explain why she could be found near a lake whose depths are black and cool and beckoning. Which would explain why she was dipping webbed hands into the water, bringing up the scummy water for her to drink and wet her face, her skin, her neck. She was sitting at the bank of the lake, ignoring how ridiculous she looked wading and sitting down in the cool sands.

Her hair and tunic clung to her, wet and soothing against skin that would feel dry and flaky without the water, and she grinned, baring pointed teeth and letting out a lyrical bell of a laugh, simply continuing to bathe in the shallow waters of the lake. For now.

Until the siren's call of the deep called her further. And she could feel it, oh how she yearned for the deepness.

"Now this," her voice was soothing, so soothing, and she poured water over her head once more, the rush of cool water eliciting a low moan of delight. "This is bliss."

[trulyfree]

He had caught sight of her and chosen to follow, likely something the pirate would not appreciate once the matter was known, but he hadn't seen her in some time, and he was concerned for her, odd changes having started to afflict many of those foreign to this land that were recovered in the same fashion as they were, by being "rescued" from the ocean that supposedly tried to claim them. There was something off about the way she walked, her proud stride now reduced to an awkward strut that suggested something was amiss. And there was something very clearly wrong indeed, once she reached her destination and began basking unnaturally in the shallow waters in abnormal euphoria.

The water clinging to her web fingers glistened unnaturally in the light, and he wondered if he were somehow mistaken, that this person could not be the Isabela he knew but another who had replaced her. Yet, her clothing, her face, was as it should be, even with the strange growths that now peaked from her skin.

He swallowed uncomfortably, wondering what changes could overtake him if he remained in this land, what horrid beast he might become, and edged carefully closer, not wanting to startle her. The way she acted felt utterly sickening, as if a demon had possessed her and changed the woman he had known and respected into something he could no longer recognize. Yet... Something about her voice when she had spoken. It stirred a yearning within him, and his tread became more assured as he neared.

"Isabela," he started, not knowing what he even wanted to say. But he wanted her attention; he wanted to hear her speak. He wanted to be in her known presence, and so he was before he could stop himself.

Luce Blancos | OC | OTA

[allthebrightlights]

Scenario one:

Luce Blancos was not much of anything admittedly. He was just frowning and trying to figure out what he could do. His cellphone didn't work, and he wasn't made to be in this kind of situation. His kind of situation was eating junk food in front of a TV. He let out a long, very pathetic groan.

we'll pretend this is modern abel, yep, yep

[inburningshadows]

Really, by this point, Abel knows that pathetic groan. He's been dating the man behind it for a year or so by this point. It's almost comforting. It's better than the sterile quiet of the hospital and tenseness he can read off of the nurses faces.

"Luce?"

zelgadis greywords, slayers, come at me bro

[chimerad]

o1.
Cuts and bruises.

Very strange.

Stranger: soft, sensitive skin, fluffy hair, a greater sense of touch...Zelgadis most definitely has to be dreaming; there's no way he could possibly be human again, right? That the cure was – what did that doctor say again? Getting fished out of some dank lake?

You're supposed to pinch yourself to make sure you're awake, right? Zelgadis pecks and pokes at the back of his hand repeatedly, partly with that notion in mind and partly for the fact that it actually hurts.

This is not something he ought to be doing while walking around a public area; his silly haircut already impedes his line of sight, and without those sensitive monster ears he can't better hear himself wandering too close to another warm body to avoid an inevitable run-in.

Oh, look. Speak of the devil: Here's a run-in now.



o2.
Irritably, Zelgadis gives calling out one more try. "Hey! Quit playing around!"

If playing around was what was going on. He'd been taking his own mixed-up sense of direction in stride before hearing the voice, and without his sense of magic, his first impulse at the sound had been to seek it out, to help whatever young person was behind it, but...But come on. How many monsters had he faced using such cheap manipulation? The fact he hadn't caught on right away was annoying.

The giggling returns, echoing in a different direction.

"Tch...!"

Enough helpless wading through the brambles. Zelgadis grabs his "borrowed" knife and begins hacking a path through – a path easily followed by both sight and sound. Its maker gets a little too caught up in the destruction to be very attentive to company until it's come too close. By then, all he can do is swirl around and point the blade in what he can only hope is a menacing fashion.

Oh, yes. A grown man waving a knife barely as long as his forearm is super scary.

"I said–!!"


o3.
There is no getting used to becoming some kind of hideous monster, so Zelgadis' past experience can't stop his stomach roiling from despair and outrage. Bitterly, though, he can note that at least it's not painful.

Then again, it wasn't this slow before, and that's its own kind of torture.

Back at that godforsaken lake, Zel lifts his hand out of the water again and turns it over to inspect it again. In this hazy evening light, it's hard to pick up fine details, but catches of water on new grooves on his skin give irrefutable proof of what's there.

Looks like it's scales instead of stones this time.

Y'know, maybe this wouldn't be so bad if he could...blow something up to relieve some stress. Becoming a chimera had come with some pretty good bonuses where power was concerned, but this?

This is just miserable.

2

[almostperfect]

That incessant giggling was starting to grate on Azula's nerves, and the local community was likely fortunate that she was bereft of her firebending at the moment. She'd caught herself moving to fire out a precise and deadly stream of blue flame out of reflex more than once, only to remind herself that something had blocked her bending. Not in the way that Ty Lee could with chi blocking, but more in the way that a solar eclipse would.

"Relax," she said, even though there was some sharp tension in her own voice. "I didn't come here with the intention of harming you. I'm looking for information."

Mordin Solus - Mass Effect 2

[xenoscientific]

Scenario Two

It was awkward being around too many people at this point in time. He was still relatively new to this world (not to mention new to a human body), and adapting to the level of technology was proving more difficult than he would have thought. He put the blame mostly on his new physiology, whether it was really the cause or not; his thoughts felt sluggish -- for all he knew they were still quite fast as far as the human mind was concerned -- and the way his emotions lingered significantly longer than he was used to was causing something of a feedback loop. Hard to concentrate when frustrated over lack of ability to concentrate. A wonder humans ever managed to get things done.

And so he had taken to spending his time outside of town. Easier to file things away in his mind without the strangely overwhelming sights, sounds, and smells. His mistake had come in deciding he wanted to see if there was anything to the woods that was different from what he had read of the humans' home planet when he'd first been studying the species. Now he was quite lost, despite having been quite certain of the path he was taking. His senses couldn't possibly have failed to such a degree.

Scenario Three

Most likely a person would hear Mordin speaking to himself before they would see him. This would be because the morning found him up a tree, his lanky form tucked among the branches in a way that looked like it couldn't possibly have been comfortable. His sleeves are rolled up to expose his forearms, which appear to be covered in small, vaguely salmon-coloured buds. Currently, it would seem the man was carefully peeling open one of said buds, talking clearly and quietly as though dictating his words.

"Possibility of parasitic flora low, would have been mentioned by native population before now. Development of photosynthetic properties in epidermal layer too complex for allergic reaction, not widespread enough regardless. Would be present in other arrivals. No, no, not a natural occurrence. Superficial similarity to other issues among population; abrupt appearance of scales, fur, anatomical shifts-- ah. Should have known better. Delicate."

The last word came out with a slight grimace as he held the now detached and half-opened flower bud in his hand, a bead of dark blood swelling to the surface where it had previously been attached.

Scenario 2 - Okabe Rintarou (Steins;Gate)

[now_not_found]

[Scenario 2]

Okabe Rintarou felt rather out of place, in this town. Not just because he was a Japanese man who had spent most of his life in Japan in a place which made him stand out even more than he - a tall man who insisted on wearing a lab coat at all times - usually did. Nor was it that same usual alienation that came from being a former time traveler. God, that would never stop being weird, would it.

No, there was something else to it. Some weird level of pity and distance that all of the townsfolk inflicted on him. It was just strange.

So, he'd taken to wandering the outskirts, sometimes. Just to pass the time, usually; without access to media, a lab, or anything useful, his life had become rather boring here.

Of course, he usually didn't venture this far. It was pretty clear from his surroundings, and the length of time he'd been wandering that he was, indeed, completely and totally lost. Damn.

Then, thankfully, he did find another. A gaunt, dark-eyed man. Creepy, sure, but the first sign of human life he'd seen in, well, way too long. Okabe cleared his throat. "Hey," he shouted, trying to get the man's attention.

Lord Buckingham | The Three Musketeers (2011)

[airshipswank]

SCENARIO TWO. A stroll through Lager Woods.

A castle at last, the marker on the wayside had said so. A castle surely equipped with proper servants, and moreso their lord and master, one who was bound to meet the name of Buckingham with all the comprehension and respect it deserved. Dull stares and weak smiles those peasants gave him after he had come to his senses, as though they pitied him, as though he desired their sympathies, when they could not even point him towards a ship that would take him back to the right side of the Channel.

A man had even offered him a clean set of clothes, so plain as to be an insult on their own. Buckingham had shoved him aside, and taken his horse instead. It seemed the least they could do to compensate him for his troubles.

Castle Lager, a castle at last, the marker had said so, but how long ago? Buckingham pulled at the horse's reins irritably, forcing it into a steady gait against the urging of his own impatience. The woods had grown too dense, its paths too small, to allow for such haste, and the animal underneath him grew anxious the further they rode. That damnable wind, the duke thought to himself, It sounds all too much like laughter here.

After too long he came upon what appeared to be another waymarker at last, but it was the silhouette near it that caught his eye first. Buckingham approached without hesitation, calling out across the distance.

"You there! Are you local? Which way from here to the castle?"

[notanotherdeadgirl]

Beth has gotten to know the woods far better than when she first arrived. It's a great place to escape the hustle and bustle of the town where the locals are. She still isn't used to walking through the forest without encountering any walking corpses, so she carries a knife on her just in case. She can still hear the childlike giggling like the first time she entered the woods, but the source is nowhere to be seen. It's unnerving, but she tries to ignore it.

She's startled when suddenly a man calls out to her on a horse, but he doesn't seem like he means her any harm.

"I'm not from around here, I've been here about a month... I heard nobody lives at the castle. Why do you wanna go there, sir?"

Jim Hawkins | Treasure Planet | ota

[believeslegends]

one

Yeah, thanks. I guess.

[Okay so that local had been thoroughly unhelpful. It wasn't like he was asking anything complicated, just if they'd seen an astrophysicist that kinda looked like a big dog or a ship captain that sort of looked like a cat anywhere. But sure, be rude to the kid obviously lost. Jim huffs, stuffs his hands in his pockets and keeps walking.

If he's here, then the rest of the crew has to be somewhere too. Surely.

Maybe?

It looks like there are a lot of other lost folks wandering around looking for others as well. Maybe they're having better luck finding someone helpful than he is.]

Uh-- 'cuse me, do you. D'you think you could help me?


two

[Jim hadn't actually intended to end up in the spooky foreboding forest, but it happened all the same. Just like everything else that goes wrong, really. The giggling had been confusing, irritating at best. But he thought maybe ... He wasn't stupid enough to think whoever it was would be willing to help - anything laughing at his being lost clearly had no interest in it - or that they were lost at all.

But he wanted to find the source because maybe, maybe there'd be shelter. And food. God, he realizes how long it's been since he's eaten anything and if his feet cracking twigs along the path didn't drown out the giggling, his stomach growling would. He goes further in, hating that laughing even more an hour later.

He's got to get out of here. It isn't about finding a source now so much as it is finding somewhere to get indoors. So he runs. Gets even more lost, has no idea how to leave markings or trails for himself in woods.

Jim hears another round of laughter when he trips over an overground root. Whatever, it doesn't matter, just focus on getting out. He doesn't even see when he bumps into someone.]

Hey-- Could you watch it?

[yolo]

[So yeah, these woods? These woods are truly fucking dark. So positively opaque in some spots that Mugen's nearly fallen flat on his face at least twice, something he's ordinarily more than surefooted enough to avoid. It's the laughter that's mostly to blame, almost seeming to know exactly the right moment to chime in in order to trip him up.

And now happened to be one of those moments.

Behind him, yet more laughter trills gleefully. He pauses, tempted to yell over his shoulder at it, while at the same time another body collides with him from the front. It's far from a hard knock, but the words that follow suit cause him to sneer.]

Take your own advice, asshole.

[His first reaction had been to raise a fist, and there it still is, poised at the appropriate level for sending a right hook crashing into another human being's jaw. Though it drops soon enough, slowly, as Mugen bores into Jim's eyes with a glare instead, which are just about the only part of the other man's face that he can make out, what with the canopy being so utterly thick and providing so little moonlight. In the process he notes that whoever this dude is, he doesn't look as though he's up to anything, in fact, he doesn't look like he wants to be here at all.]

Shit, you're lost, too, aren't ya? Gotta' say you sure picked a great night for it.

[Jim isn't the first person Mugen has run into. There'd been a few others, all of which had been equally lost, and all of whom he'd ditched once they'd overstayed their welcome. Already, he had no high hopes that this one would prove any more useful.]

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

[ressentimental]

SCENARIO TWO.

[ He's not sure how long he's been trudging through the underbrush, muttering obscenities under his breath as he ducks beneath branches. The deeper he goes, the more Yosuke expects to see a light or something indicative of life shining between the trees, but... nothing. Even as his feet begin to grow sore from walking, his search for a way out of these godforsaken woods proves fruitless. He pauses momentarily in his efforts, taking a quick glance around at his surroundings: shadows, bushes, trees, a funny-shaped boulder that sort of reminds him of-- ]

H-Hold on... I think I've been here before. [ He peers more closely at the boulder, realizing that he has seen this particular rock before: about a half hour ago. ] Are you serious? Have I been going in circles?

[ He groans with frustration and defeat, slumping heavily against a nearby tree trunk. This day has gone from bad to worse to worst in no time at all. Yosuke never thought in a million years that he would die like this...

Then suddenly, an unfamiliar noise echoes from every direction, as if coming from the trees themselves: it sounds like faint giggling, similar to the way a child would laugh. Still, there's something definitely off about this particular laughter. Yosuke's blood runs cold. ]

Oh hell no.

[izanyagi]

[Loud. There was something loud in the close proximity in the area that had since become Yu's hunting grounds for a quick snack or two. Moving dexterously in between the plants and bushes, he makes his way towards the source when he hears the laughter from the nearby creatures. Urgh. Maybe his smell had been off...but weird, it felt really familiar...almost like--

The noise was throwing him off. No one could hunt with that distraction, especially when everything was louder. When he finally steps out, he realizes he is right next to the creature he'd been pursuing; and worse, that it was human.]

!!!

[Yosuke unfortunately finds himself face to face with a creature that looks at him, his yellow eyes wide open. It's enormous; easily reaching close to the top of his torso, a strange cross between a tiger and a lion, claws and fangs to match, golden, white and silver hair in intermixing patterns. Yet it doesn't look hungry, it looks...surprised?]

Yosuke?!

[It talks.

It...knows his name?!]

buffy summers | buffy the vampire slayer

[ex_stake683]

scenario one.

She wakes up battered and bruised, a white-knuckle grip around coarse hospital bed sheets, and none of that is new. But she knows. Immediately, Buffy knows that she isn't healing. Not as fast as she should be, anyway. When she demands to know what happened, when she loses her composure and starts screaming, it only takes a pair of nurses to hold her down. They don't sedate her, but they do strap her in, leaving her in an empty room to collect herself for an hour or so. She twists her wrists raw against the restraints. It's useless.

When they come back, she plays nice. It isn't easy, when all she wants is to keep screaming, to throw a bonafide prima donna fit, complete with tears of rage and wall punches of frustration. But she bottles it in, because priority number one is to get out of the hospital. She can't breathe in here. The walls are starting to close in. It smells like a slow death bleached over.

She all but sprints down the halls when she's finally clear to leave. Hospitals all have a familiar look, but beyond the automatic doors, nothing looks or feels right. And slowly, snippets of conversation she drowned out in her panicked state start to echo in her head. Pulled from the water. She doesn't remember going to the docks, but her clothes are still damp. Scattered words dangle in her memory — Vandare, Ryslig. They mean nothing to her.

Buffy crosses her arms tightly, and tries not to shiver as she starts down the sidewalk. The first few people she passes by, she doesn't bother. She can't stomach the look of pity they give her. She keeps walking, with the intention of stopping the first person who doesn't look at her like she's a stray cat begging for scraps.

"Hey!" Her voice sounds small, shaky. She blames it on the chill and the wet clothes. "My geography savvy is borderline nonexistent. How far are we from California?"

[anti_nonsense]

Rita, for the time being, has just been wandering around Vandare, hoping to see a familiar face among the new arrivals. So far, there's no luck... but there is something a little reassuring about seeing so many relatively sane people around again. Lately, it's been getting harder and harder for Rita to find anyone who's still normal, like herself.

... Well, normal except for the red eyes, pointed ears, and that little pair of horns on her head. Whatever. At least she isn't eating anyone.

She's a little thrown off when someone actually stops to talk to her. "Cali... what? Never heard of it," she offers uselessly as she crosses her arms, looking over the newcomer and noting the damp clothes. "... What, did they run out of towels already?"

Mist | Rune Factory

[turnipstar]

1.

[Mist is lost. Totally lost. Like, seriously, this place looks absolutely nothing like Kardia or Trampoli or anywhere in between. Not that she's particularly bothered by that. No, what bothers her is how unfriendly the locals are. Which means...she should try finding someone who isn't a local! Yes, that's a good idea.]

Hello! Can we talk?

3. (nymph)

[The transformation isn't terrifying so much as....fascinating. So far, at least. Her skin's turned a pretty shade of green (though honestly she'd rather have been blue), her ears are starting to turn pointy, her hair is grassy, and - most interesting of all - she's got roots now. Roots! Instead of toes! She's glad her boots are open-toed, or she'd have had to stop wearing them.

She probably cuts an interesting figure, walking at an awkward gait as she attempts to observe her feet. While moving. Hopefully she doesn't bump into anyone.]

3. (goblin!doug)

[riceaboo]

[ You're not the only one with color changing skin-- already a dwarf previously, it's hard for Dough to consider himself anything around the idea of 'okay'. Everything was changing, it wasn't just him either... other people were changing too. Something was happening, the very idea that soon he would be like that horseface asshole! And most of all... HE WAS GROWING SHORTER!!

Nervously walking through the streets, looking kinda out of it-- holding his hands away from himself for they have grown long, pointed nails. ]

H-hey! Watch it!!

[ Getting ran into didn't help his nerves, you know!! Jezz, you crumbly girl... ]

merida | brave

[firefalls]

ii.

Och, this is just great.

[ she mutters it to herself, pulling the hem of her dress out from where it had snagged on some bramble. Merida straightens and pushes the wild tangle of red out of her face, squinting into the darkness. this wasn't the first she's head that soft laughter, and it's starting to make her increasingly cross. ]

You know, you'd be a lot more helpful if you'd just come out! Just laughin' at me, ye are. Not like all of us know this wood the way you do.

iii - werebear

[ there had to be some kind of cruel irony in this.

the morning after her first, full change, Merida staggers out of the wood and collapses on the edge of town. when the sunrise casts over her, her body shrinks back into the smaller body of her human self, but the thick, ruddy fur clings to her shoulders and traces down her spine. she shakes in the wet grass, the change having destroyed her dress, and it takes an hour before she can muster up the energy to even lift her head.

but even that is enough to exhaust her all over again, and Merida drops her head back onto her arms, shivering in the morning dew. with nothing else to keep her attention on, she stares at her hands— once thin and nimble, now tipped with horrible black claws.

this was all so horrible. and with her hands like this, she'd never be able to string a bow again. it's this thought that finally breaks through her bravery and she hides her face in her arms, weeping softly. ]

Lindsey's a troll! III

[evilhandissues]

[It's the weeping that draws him out. He'd been out for a walk, one that should have taken him into the market place to buy new shirts and pants. Whatever's been done to him since the fog is shrinking his shirts, but he refuses to acknowledge that it's because he's putting on at least four to five pounds of muscle a day, growing in size.

He shoves that all to the side when he sees the girl shivering in the morning light. Just a kid. and she looks lost.]

hey kid.

[At least, she still looks normal. His hands have doubled in size and there are horns starting to curl over his ears but his face still looks normal despite looking a little...longer.]

...Hey c'mon, let me help you. I know it's sad but you've gotta keep going.

kate fuller | from dusk till dawn

[forgive]

ｏｎｅ

[ Water? How was she found in the water? She was just in the middle of the desert, in those tunnels... No, this can't be real. Whatever these people were telling her, it was just another trick, right? It had to be. But nothing is changing, and nothing looks like it's coming out of her own mind — she doesn't recognize anything about this place. She keeps hoping to see a familiar face to tell her this is just an illusion, snap her out of it.

Instead, everyone seems to be avoiding her. Every question she has is met with a rushed explanation like they don't want to talk. That's weird. Others brush her off, turning her to go somewhere else in the town. She feels out of place, even more so than that vampire strip bar; something tells her she's the farthest from home she's ever been. Her body still aches, but she doesn't want to sit. There are shops and something that looks like a bar, but she doesn't even have money.

Eventually she stop near a building, voices filtering out of it with a familiarity she's heard. Except the words— speaking about some type of God, she thinks? She's not sure. So when someone passes her, she stops them. ]

Excuse me? Is this a church?

ｔｗｏ

[ Kate just wants to get out — out of this forest, out of this town and back home. But the longer she travels on this road, the harder it is to navigate her way back. She's noticing more and more dead ends and unfamiliar paths. They twist and turn, showing her landmarks she swore she just saw. Maybe she's just tired, who knows how long she's been out here by now. When she starts to lose track of time — and everything else — she marks the trees as she passes them, leaving indents and cuts to tell her she was just there.

That's how she knows she's being led in a giant circle. And the echoing giggles she hears make her wonder if she's being messed with (if this isn't real). Sometimes she turns sharply, rock in hand, hoping to catch them but nothing is there—

Until she catches a glimpse of a body in the distance, their outline moving through the trees. Without thinking she starts jogging toward them, abandoning her path. ]

Hey, wait! Please!

one!

[notanotherdeadgirl]

[ Fortunately for the girl, Beth doesn't brush her off like the locals have done with her. She doesn't know all there is to know about this place but she'll give as much information as she can. ]

It is. [ She's been inside to pray before, even if she doesn't share the same religion as the locals. ] I think it's mainly for the locals who believe in the three gods but you can still go in there if you believe in somethin' else.

Quatre Raberba Winner | Gundam Wing

[tobeproud]

II./III. [faerie]

[Quatre had already gone all of his changes: thin, elongated ears with points at the tips; pale, blue eyes; and, most notably, two beetle-like wings on his back and a second set of long, thin arms protruding from his sides. Each change had been preceded and accompanied by its own, unique brand of pain, but none of them had compared to the insatiable hunger that plagued him for the past several days. Having come into contact with others like him, it wasn't difficult to conclude what it was he hungered for, when regular food didn't satisfy him. He'd sequestered himself in his home, convinced he would rather die than allow himself to harm anyone.

If only it had been that easy.

Quatre comes to in the middle of the woods, knelt amongst the underbrush and panting. Although disoriented and confused, he finds himself in far less pain than he remembered. Far less pain than he should be in...

Dread immediately grips him, having little to do with the childlike laughter echoing through the trees. Holding his breath, he raises his head and sees his fears realized.

A man lies in the midst of a ring of mushrooms, peaceful enough as if to be sleeping. There's no blood to be found near or on him, but Quatre knows better than to believe that means anything. He falls forward onto both of his hands, staring at the body as bile rises in the back of his throat.]

No... What did I...

[Heart pounding, he scrambles to the body, in desperate search of a pulse.]


((OOC: Feel free to come up with another scenario, if you lie! Also, I'm recovering from a nasty cold right now, so tags will be slow.))