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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[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.