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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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As long as the laughter wasn't accompanied by movement near his camp or any strange compulsions, he was ignoring it. If something wanted him terrorized, it could bloody well deal with him choosing apathy instead to spite it.

He didn't move to look at first at the sound of something disturbing leaves, just tensed - he'd done reflex-chicken with monsters before, and it was easier to set a spear to receive a charge if whatever was ambushing thought you didn't see it.

A human voice didn't get him relaxing all the way, but it was worth looking over, the point-carved walking stick laid across his lap.

"As long as you're not whatever's been running me in circles, it's safe to come out." Or at least, he wasn't going to make the first move; his ego wasn't big enough to not accept that this was a situation where he could probably use help, even if it was just extra hands that were also lost.

"You really think I'd admit to it if I was?" But even as young as she is, her voice is far enough from the giggles of children, and it sounds more annoyed. She was just as tired of being toyed with as everyone else in the forest.

Astrid emerges from the trees still eyeing the man cautiously. The makeshift spear really gets her attention, but she tries not to let her gaze linger on it for long. Just enough to judge a good distance to stand with enough room to counter it.

"The fire sticks out. It makes you really easy to find, you know." At least something was, in this damn place.

He had to give a faint, weak chuckle at that. "No, but you'd be where I can see you." The fact that it was ongoing here and there while she was talking was a point in her favor, really; for now it was safer to just take her as someone else getting tormented.

He's keeping still, the spear staying across his lap, an arm draped over it. "Probably, but there isn't much point to hiding; whatever's out here already knows I'm here." If it didn't, he wouldn't be lost; going in a straight line would still be straight, and if she's just as lost, then that's another one it's aware of and messing with.

He didn't seem like an immediate threat... She could certainly imagining him becoming one if provoke, though. Astrid decides to sit, not a sudden movement but fast enough that it could still be a casual gesture. "You're right. But it's not really that that I'm warning you for."

Most of the people she'd met had been nice, or at least just as confused as she was about their predicament. But you never knew. "You seem to be doing pretty well, though."

At least someone else out here had some sense about the forests being dangerous, even if she looked about as unarmed as most everyone else here; he half-shrugged with a lopsided smile. "If there's bandits or anything hunting, better me than someone that'd be an easy mark."

It wasn't his country, but he was a dragoon knight, and someone - or something - out to prey on the weak finding him would be saving him the trouble of tracking it down.

He turned his attention to the campfire, turning the spit he'd cobbled together from stray branches. "I traveled a lot, back in my world. Seems like there aren't many people here that're used to it."

The nice thing about being a Viking was that unless you were Hiccup, you didn't necessarily need to be armed. It wouldn't be long before she went out and made her own spear, should she remain stuck in the forest much longer. Astrid only nods, thinking along the same lines. She was a warrior out of her element, but a warrior all the same.

"The only traveling I've done is from the air," she admits, watching him work from beneath her bangs. "It's fast, but it means that I have to practice these skills on my own time. I don't mind it, though."

Air travel. That's enough to evoke an odd, thoughtful pause of recognition, and a very hesitant test. "Air travel? Airships?"

It was one of those things he was still trying to get used to; nobody else he'd run into seemed familiar with air travel on any real level, even as "something that other country does", and the locals definitely didn't deal in it.

Unfortunately, it's a test that Astrid fails, looking at Kain has grown a second head in the last few seconds. "Ships...go in the water," she explains, speaking slightly slower than before from a mix of confusion and caution. She's also realizing that she's fucked up a bit -- her mode of transport was seen as a thing of terror for plenty of people.

"Some of us -- my people, I mean -- ride dragons. They've become our friends." And now she misses having Stormfly greet her in the mornings, or even just getting to feed her chicken. She loved chicken.

So he knows the Red Wings are a recent invention, that airships are something new to his world even, and that it was an adaptation of ocean-going ships.

That's less important right now, since there's something a lot more personal dinged, enough for the calm sort of mostly-neutral to crack wistful. "Dragons." Something his nation hadn't had in too long. "We - my order used to; my father's might've been the last one in the nation. I was the first of my family in generations to not grow up alongside a hatchling."

That's not an object of terror, that's getting adopted into camp as practically family.

"You -- "

Astrid holds her breath, not quite able to believe it. Until Hiccup, she'd never heard of anyone riding dragons. But this man claimed that it had happened for generations, where he was from... She eases, shoulders sagging a little as it all sinks in.

"I'm sorry... That must have been hard on you."

He watched the fire distantly; it was strange, for something that important to've been out of his mind for so long with everything else going on between there and here. "We'll manage. They're not gone from the world, even if it takes years to find them again." Decades, or searching other continents entirely, it was starting to look like. "We were the only ones on our world to work with them that closely."

The spirits called by summoners weren't the same thing, even if the lines blurred sometimes. He glanced up sideways; there was an odd comfort knowing there was somewhere else out there that not only wouldn't call him crazy for referring to dragons as real, but had been working with them. "Could you tell me about your home?"

The thought still makes her heart ache. Now that she's got Stormfly, she can't imagine not seeing dragons for years. She'd been devastated at Snoggletog, when they'd left, but even that hadn't lasted long.

Astrid takes a deep breath, absently fumbling with the cord around her arms. "It's called Berk," she allows. "It's an island, and except for a few other tribes, we don't see very many people. That might change -- it's easier to get places, with dragons." She pauses a moment before continuing in a more exasperated tone. "The forest there is way better than this one."

A taunting giggle replies.

"I don't think it's hard to be better than here." He rolled his eyes with a glare at the fog. "But it doesn't sound bad at all." The island villages always did seem pretty quiet; like it took longer for whatever plagued the continents to get there. "Give it a few generations and you'll have half the world mapped, I bet."

Which was both encouraging and vaguely distant; he half expected that if they weren't on his world, they probably weren't anywhere that would be found on hers, either.

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