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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. |
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"You might as WELL!" she shouts back over her shoulder, landing roughly on a thick branch-- and then trying to see where that spear went. If she can get her claws on it before him...
/Sob. Apologies for slow, still laughing at this some >.>
Which did make the butt end noticeable...
Peeking out of a rather evil looking broad-leafed plant with spines...
With the bird-creature perched between him and it.
He kept scanning as if he didn't see it - maybe if he could trick her attention somewhere else, he could fake her out and get to it. "I didn't survive this long by rolling over."
Arguing and snapping back was still on the agenda, in there with praying she didn't realize that he was pretty sure she could take him pretty easily unarmed.
THAT'S FINE I am usually a pretty slow tagger myself, orz
But she could spot a flea crawling on a mouse from thirty feet away.
The bare, smooth shaft of the spear stuck out like a sore thumb.
Spreading her wings again, she swooped down and snatched the weapon up in her free foot-- since her hands were busy with the bunny-kabob.
THE BIRD IS NOW ARMED AND DANGEROUS, KAIN. WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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It didn't stop a moment of pausing and squinting at her, because a girl that was shorter than him with bird wings and talons was holding the faux-spear in one foot, his dinner in her hands, and trying to look intimidating.
"Look. Give my dinner back and go get your own, and nobody gets hurt."
Sure, it was probably half bluffing - or technically true with no specification who's likely to get more hurt - but he was in a foggy wood with a crazy bird-monster who was probably making up for a lack of tactical planning there with some very impressive claws, he didn't feel like getting more lost, and he'd never known "admitting he was basically out of ideas" to go well with anything you run into in the middle of the wilderness.
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His half-bluff remark gets a sharp-eyed and sharp-toothed grin in response-- she knows full well that she's got the advantage. As nightmarish as being a monster WAS, it tended to give you a distinct edge in most confrontations. Or at least confrontations with humans.
"How 'bout this-- you go get yourself a new dinner, because this one's mine now. Think I'll keep this pointy stick, too."