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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one (also, PARDON ME FOR SHRIEKING)

[variform]

[So, a new group of newcomers to this odd world, is it? At least if he's to go by the number of confused individuals he's seen in passing. Which means another batch of very intriguing changes. Maybe there's only a set number of types of beings that everyone is finding themselves as, or so it might seem, but that doesn't stop the curiosity.

. . . and as for Sai, personally, well. Being bumped into, or over-looked, has fairly quickly become somewhat normal. By now he's experienced a healthy number of changes: longer, pointed ears, a mild greenish tiny to his skin; longer (clawed) nails on his feet and hands (made a little easier, once he began to regularly file); spikes here and there along his shoulders and elbows, and not to mention an itty bitty set of wings. Ah, right! And magic. — Amidst it all, too, though, is how he's gone from around 5'2" (small enough, to begin with, really) to around 4'8", but it isn't too bad. He most certainly still wishes he had absolute control over changing, however, but oh well, right?

After all. All of this has been quite fun and amusing and so very intriguing, regardless.

For the most part, though, in these moments, it's his height that has the other nearly bump into him, likely overseen, in general. ]

That's not a good habit to fall under. [Not here.] But, it's fine~

i said i'd app him and he is totally being apped

[downwiththe]

[Sicks stops mid-turn as he starts to walk away, his fake smile frozen in place, his eyes locked on the person he just hit.

The voice is familiar, even if there's something wrong with the form it's in. Shrunken, greenish, spiked, winged - but he meets those eyes, and he will always, always recognize those, no matter how twisted the body that holds them becomes. They're his. They belong to only one other person in existence.

For the first time in his life, words actually fail him. It's only for a few moments, but for a man like him, that's significant.]

... Eleven. Why did you take that form again?

[But even as he says it, there's a suspicion in the back of his mind, setting the terribly unfamiliar sensation of doubt onto him. It's almost unbelievable to consider, but the thought drops in anyway:

This isn't Eleven.]

yes and ilysm for it

[variform]

[The fact that this man doesn't simply continue on is one thing, albeit neither here nor there, so Sai pays no attention to it. It's not uncommon for him to be stopped, anyway, especially with all of these changes. When it comes to the locals in Bavan, in specific, he actually purposefully flaunts it with everything he has, and it's made him a very nice amount of money.

Then, there's the second fact: hearing those words, "that form again" leaves him a little curious. Of course he does look different from when he first arrived, but also, this current appearance is nothing he can simply shift back and forth with. And though he has mentioned here and there that he normally can change his shape however he pleases, no-holds-barred, it's something that he, quite honestly, has kept a little quieter about. Potentially as he can no longer use that as a way to evade any murders he might, has, and will commit along the line.

So, really, he might be put off. To one degree or another.

All he does, though is blink ]

Eleven. . .? Nope, not me. [however, a bit of a grin after that; excited, in a way.] But you'll change, too. Everyone who's brought here will, with not a single exception. This is just the form I ended up with!

[downwiththe]

[No. It isn't her.

This is her from before. Phantom Thief Sai, that was it: the wretched, irreverent, troublesome child who'd caused him so much grief for so long, even if the results once they'd dragged him back to the labs were beyond what he'd ever predicted they would be. Only changed, now, into something stranger.

And there isn't a hint of recognition there. How can that be possible? Even like this, Sai should remember him, should know him as the one who slaughtered that woman, brought down the helicopter, dragged him back home at long, long last. Sicks does not go forgotten, not by anyone, not even by something with no real memory. So why now?

What Sai says barely registers with him in his annoyance and unhappily-admitted confusion. He holds back a glower and faces the boy fully, practically looming over him, judging the changes, the fact that this isn't the child it should be.]

So I see. [Everyone, is it. Well, things can't exactly get worse than they are already.] I must have been mistaken. What is your name, then?

[variform]

[There something off when he's approached a little further. Not even all that much, yet the presence is still felt, and Sai can't quite put a finger on it. Namely, though, it's a form of familiarity, at least in definition, no matter how slight. He doesn't get the how or whys of it, but it is most definitely there, and not something that is necessarily appearance based.

So, for a few moments, he simply takes in the sight before him, until giving an equally basic reply.]

I'm Sai. [Mentioning the "Phantom Thief" title was both useless, and pretty outdated, in his opinion. A beat, then.] Who's asking?

[downwiththe]

[No doubt now. He banishes all traces of it from his mind and tries to do the same with the confusion he's facing. After all, this child had been destroyed, utterly, and replaced with a much truer form, and yet here he is, watching Sicks with eyes so eerily similar to his own.

He pauses for a few moments before answering as well, trying to determine the truth of the situation without any of it showing on his face.]

My name is Sicks. [Intently, he watches for any sign of recognition, of familiarity, of his name causing the visceral reaction he's used to it causing. This place has been so disappointing in that regard.] I believe I've heard of you.

[variform]

[He takes a moment or so to think, after hearing the name. Nope, still not wholly familiar, although there remains that more ambiguous recognition. It's becoming a little more frustrating; is this just another one of the countless glitches in his memory? Or is it something else?

The second part to that reply, however, drives the curiosity even deeper, still. It's even thrilling, in ways.]

Well, of course I'm known by many. [which he's very used to; however, his appearance - or at least the default one he grew into using - not exactly. Ai, Neuro, and Yako (and two others, maybe, whose names he can't recal; a police officer, and some punk, was it?) are the only primary ones.

So, what is this?]

That's something I've yet to hear in this world. How interesting! But, maybe you're not so new, here, after all?

[downwiththe]

[He smiles again, but it's thin and not exactly friendly. It's ... tricky, trying to figure out how much of his hand to show when he's not sure what Sai remembers. If he can remember anything, that is; memory loss had been a problem even before the idea of the Phantom Thief came into existence.

Does he tell the boy everything? See what happens next - if he's even believed? Here, there are no subordinates or laboratories, no access to the things that can remake a false identity into a true one. He doesn't doubt his ability to defend himself, either, but the fact remains that this is his work, and will react as such. How to address this ... ]

I'm afraid I was just picked up off the beach with the rest of the newcomers. [His tone is light and casual, even if there's a darkness in his eyes. Then again, there always is.] 'Phantom Thief' Sai, was it? Or do I have the wrong person?

[variform]

I wonder what being you'll change into, then. ♥ They're all really interesting.

[It comes as almost a natural response, the very very first thought to come to mind. It's the truth, at least. He's been itching to get a good, deep look at many, already. If it wasn't for the mechanics of this damn place. . .

The entertaining train of thought is dropped aside, though, almost too easily. A bit similarly, Sai keeps a relatively relaxed demeanor, not quite defensive (at least not yet), although an uneasy feeling (definitely not anything new) begins to take root, even if very minute.]

No, that's me. But I've never seen you before.

[downwiththe]

[He doubts that anything could be as interesting as what he was, even if these are further from human than before. But that hardly matters, at least immediately; later on he can concern himself with such affairs. (You'll change, had been the whispers in the hospital, the murmurs from the people trying to ignore them, and Sai's appearance certainly attests to the truth of it.) Right now, there is this to determine.

Being uncertain about anything is so unfamiliar for him that it makes him angry more than anything else. He's never been good at really covering his anger. It's visible in his eyes, at the edges of his false smile, in the carefully forced-relaxed tension.]

I see. [Of course he wouldn't remember. But why is he Sai, instead of Eleven? Nobody here has mentioned being out of time - though the fact that the city itself is so old might mean something ... ] That's a bit strange ... how long have you been here? I hadn't heard much of you in the papers, before I got here.

[variform]

Hmm. . . I think it's been almost two months, now. Along with the rest of this first group of us who were brought here.

[A very simple and straight up answer, as there's nothing to it that needs to be lied about. It's still unreal, though (and frustrating) that it's really been that long.

All Sai do, otherwise, is keep that sight of that anger of his, with how much it's beginning to stand out. It's a natural reaction towards being brought somewhere against your will, and unable to freely leave, but. . . there's something else different within that look, which he still can't exactly put a finger on.]

[downwiththe]

[Two months. No, it's been longer than that since he brought back his wayward clone. So ... something is very definitely off, here, and for a moment he considers asking the details. What's the last thing Sai remembers? What does he know? But Sicks brushes that all away after a few moments. It's not really important what he knows; all that does matter is that he is an unfamiliar figure to the boy. There is no recollection of the revelation about who he really is.

And in this place, at this time, with his heart beating human blood, it may not be the best idea to make known those unknowns. Not until he has a stronger foothold, at least.

So he simply continues smiling, carefully redirecting the rage back inside, the tension easing into mere frustration with the situation at hand.]

How strange. It's been longer than that since I last saw your name printed anywhere. [Now his attention drifts to the strange changes that, while not unexpected of someone with Sai's (former) abilities, are ... odd.] This is all part of your change?

[variform]

Hmm. . . Has it?

[An honest enough question. He doesn't really remember, nor does he exactly think that what he had pulled when using HAL's electronic drug on Yako, then becoming her copy, to fight Neuro, was something that was actually recorded and brought up in the news.

But really, that's just water under the bridge.

He nods, then.]

Yep. Nothing too special, really, although the magic is fun. ♥

[downwiththe]

[Magic? Strange. He notes the little changes - the way the wings are built and move, the odd tint to the skin, the nails more like claws, the spikes - and considers how they must be built into the body to keep them working. If they work. But the minor movements of the wings say they must, and suddenly he's curious to know just what all that looks like under the skin.

And they all change into something like this?

Interesting.]

Magic, hm. [As a man based entirely in science - even far-flung magic-seeming science - the idea is almost laughable to him. But, then again, Neuro's existence does prove otherwise. And of course this is not his world.] A subject on which I'm always skeptical ... how did those changes take effect? Did they just sprout from you?

[variform]

Exactly.

[His own stance on the idea of magic has never really been here nor there, if he's to think about it. At the same time, though, couldn't all the things he could do with his body be considered as such? He still felt like some kind of monster, either way.

Regardless, he'll show a little proof, then. Holing out a hand, it takes no more than a few moments of concentration before a fireball appears just above his palm, a little larger than a baseball. Then, just for the fun of it, his hand lifts, and with a deep breath, he blows, making it appear as though he's breathing fire.

But yes, moving on; another question, is it? ]

Right. They just began to happen about a month after we all showed up. And it happened a little at a time; just my ears and claws. There's no set pace of how everyone is changing; some are moving much faster. All we know is that everyone is going through it, and into different kinds of things.

[He pauses, then. just knowing there's something he's forgetting. . .]

Ah-! The reason might be with that doctor who everyone is met with, upon arrival. Word is, we were all are poisoned, but not in order to kill us.

[downwiththe]

[The fireball is a surprise and a reminder, and seeing it hover - more magic than Kasai's careful science - is a surprise. He scoffs at the idea of poison, though after a moment he has to remind himself that he's human here, and therefore he could, in fact, have been poisoned. By the doctor he first met, even. It seems ridiculous, and it should have been easy for him to identify any potential poison on sight, but ... as much as he hates to admit it, he hasn't been at his best for a while now.

Still, the idea both intrigues and annoys. Sicks leans back a little, his posture forcibly casual.]

How interesting. I wonder what sort of poison we're talking about, here, if it isn't fatal. That's generally the implication with poison. [He looks at the fireball again as it winks out. Control over an element. The child never had that sort of power before.] I can only imagine what sorts of 'things' people are turning into.

[It's not exactly a question, but it does have a hook on the end of it. He glances around at the nervous people on the street, at shadowed figures sneaking by, at obviously changed people making their way brazenly in the light.]

'Monster' covers a fairly wide range, after all.

[variform]

Mm. I know, right? It's definitely curious. I know I definitely didn't pick up on anything, upon getting here.

[In regards to the poison, at least. It's nothing like how he had pinpointed the substance that Ai had so carefully sewn into the blankets on the plane, upon their first meeting.

He only lets himself think about that for a few moments more, however. The last, real immediate thing he even saw of home, was the body of a very lifeless Ai.]

It's a fair amount! I'm still not sure just how many. Only that there are changes I've both seen and read about, which I, personally, have not experienced. Like a couple have claimed to be turning into something plant-like, roots and all.