ＲＹＳＬＩＧ － ＭＯＤＳ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rysligmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
graveyardsmash2014-09-20 12:15 pm
rysligmods) wrote in graveyardsmash2014-09-20 12:15 pm
TEST DRIVE MEME
| 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:
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. |
Artemiy Burakh | Pathologic | OTA
Artemiy is not having the best of luck upon his arrival in Vandare. The soaking wet clothes, the numerous minor injuries, and the fact that he's hopelessly, hopelessly lost are all bad enough as it is. But on top of which, he can feel that the damned Sand Plague is running rampant in his body, and by whatever process that brought him here, he'd lost every one of his belongings save for the clothes on his back. That, of course, included the cure to the disease which he'd been saving for himself to eliminate the infection once and for all.
When the doctors had described to him his situation, they'd also taken note of his apparent dizziness and nausea, symptoms the other arrivals hadn't appeared to be displaying. When they asked him about it, he lied, said it was nothing but the results of a minor infection. He was sure that if they'd learned the truth about the deadly disease inside of him, they would have quarantined him, locked him up and left him to die, rather than risk him becoming patient zero in an epidemic. Artemiy's only chance to survive, to try and recreate the cure, is to get out of the hospital, find some twyrine or a suitable substitute, and pray to Bos Turokh that he could find even just a small vial of auroch blood.
The surgeon is, of course, completely fooling himself. Twyrine doesn't grow outside of the Steppe, and aurochs have been extinct for centuries, the last of the creatures living deep within the abbatoir back home. Not to mention he doesn't have any of the necessary equipment to properly create the Panacea, even if by some miracle he were able to obtain the necessary ingredients. But he's nothing, if not stubborn.
Artemiy's movements through the town become sluggish as he uses the walls of the buildings to support his weight, his head pounding as his fever grows ever worse. The townsfolk are all steering very, very clear of him. It looks like he could really use some help.
hello luv
Noting the scratches and dampness on the mans body, Shiki figures he's new around here like she was, another body washed ashore this strange land-- though looking at his clothes, he did seem to fit in with the rest of them, so she could always be wrong. Either way, she approaches Artemiy with purposely loud steps to eliminate the possibility of startling him with her approach from behind, eyebrows scrunching in concern, staying a few steps away from him just in case he lashed out or anything of the sort, not that he looked too capable of violence at the moment.]
Hey... are you okay?
eeeeeee
Water... [He croaks out his response, voice weak and tired.] Antibiotics... Something for this damned fever...
no subject
[If he didn't want to go to the hospital, she wasn't sure where to take him, but she figured that a local would be polite enough to point them somewhere. Water was usually free, right? Though the antibiotics might be a problem, considering she had no money, and she figured he wouldn't either if he was new like her. Well, one problem at a time, Shiki!]
no subject
He doesn't want to go back to the hospital, but he's run out of options at this point. They're going to find out about his disease, but without antibiotics, he's as good as dead. If there's anything the past 12 days have taught him, it's that surviving takes priority over possible future inconveniences...]
The hospital... I have no other choice. It... should be safe to aid me, for now. But if the delirium sets in, if the pain proves so great that my mind becomes unhinged, you need to leave me. In the street, if you must. Do you understand me?
no subject
[Shiki nods, expression serious but a tinge concerned, both for her sake and his. It seemed a bit risky to be helping him, but she was never one to leave someone unaided when they really needed help. Plus, he seemed to take her safety into account, and she could definitely outrun him in his current state if he were to become "unhinged"...
...Neku would be so pissed with her right now.]
Here, you can support your weight on me, and we can get you to the hospital, okay? Don't worry about me, I'm stronger than I look.
oh my goD YES. lay some sick menkhu on me
It's a mutual endeavor, of course. The residents of the town haven't trusted the newcomers ever since the changes first started, and it's not like Madoka can blame them. She's heard the whispers - heard that Miss Miles, you know, down from the convenience store? Well, she went missing a few days ago, and they found blood between her floorboards, and that's not even bringing up what little Bobby saw the other day...
So Madoka's been keeping to herself and trying as hard as she can to not let it get to her. It's not like she needs any help feeling hideous, after all; her distended arms, the bone jutting out of her forehead and arms, the crack and bend in her hoof-ended legs all take care of that for her. but even if she looks like this, she can still try to help out the other newcomers in whatever way she can - and besides, if new people have started showing up again, someone needs to be here to try and help them through all this.
It's in one of the alleyways of the town (she mainly goes through them at this point; villagers don't have to see her, and she doesn't have to see the looks they give) that she spots the Haruspex. She hesitates for a moment in approaching him - his style of dress is odd, and she can't tell whether he's a villager or not - but he doesn't look or smell familiar, at least. He smells sick, even. Like his meat is spoiled, rotting from the inside...
Madoka does her best to force the hunger down before she calls out to the man.
"Excuse me, I- are you alright...?"
no subject
"Don't come near, girl. It's this fever, I--"
He hisses a gasp, eyes growing wide with shock and fear as he finally looks in her direction. The Haruspex is scrambling backwards, though his dizziness causes him to trip and fall. Instinctively he's going for his pockets, to find his knife, forgetting that the accursed thing wasn't with him any longer.
"Stay back!! Whatever you are, some shabnak or other manner of devil, stay away from me!!"
no subject
"I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to help."
It comes out a little quiet - she's nervous, true, but more than anything it's the idea that someone might refuse aid because of the thing she's become. Just how sick is he? He's losing balance, she can tell that much, but he's still got enough energy to put up a fight. She could pick him off easily enough,, she thinks, and when she realizes the way her mind is trying to view him her stomach turns.
"If you need water, I have some with me." He's not likely to take it - but then, she has to try, right?