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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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There is always a part of her that is mistrustful of strangers, and this stranger had feathered wings and talons, sharp teeth. But the need to not be alone overrides her fear for the moment, and she nods.]
A...all right. What is it?
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Just don't get any closer to me than this. [He gestures to the space between them. He can already smell her blood and flaking flesh; his stomach quietly gurgles empty air, reminding him of how hungry he is. But she's not going to be human for very long. He can last. With that, he turns around and leaps back onto the tree branch.]
Follow me. [He's not giving her room to ask why, and it's obvious he feels guilty about it. He doesn't like being dishonest. It's not like him at all. But he has to help her. So he'll take his small leaps through the trees, making a circle around her but still in her vision, heading to a small freshwater stream he knew he could find with precise maneuvering...]
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And he's clear. Everything is. She blinks once, twice...as if to knock herself out of a daze, but this doesn't change. The glasses stay clenched in one of her fists; she doesn't have the heart to throw them away.
Her own movement is sluggish, halting. She follows him through the trees on foot, leaning against tree trunks when she can, stopping to rest, to breathe. It's hard to, for some reason.
The laughter that had startled her so bubbles up in odd intervals. No matter how far they move, it stays at a distance.]
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The freshwater stream he finds is just wide enough to fit someone a little more than her size, just shallow enough to cover her if she lies horizonally. (But does she want to touch the murky, mossy bottom of the stream, teeming with tadpoles and other smaller fish?) He points to it and looks down to her.]
The water's over here! This should even take us to the lake if we follow it the right way.
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This is worse. To her, Roxas's light-footed, agile movement through the trees is almost too fast. It's her new eyesight that keeps her from panicking. No matter how fast he moves or how far he goes...
Well, it's like she can see for miles, all of a sudden. The stream's sluggish movement hits her first: the sound of it, of water. And there's the smell of it too: dewy and earthy. No matter how it looks, she's grateful to know it's nearby. She stumbles forward into it, pressing her face first into the stream, then gathering handfuls of water to run along her painfully dry arms. The effect is almost immediate: the itching slows, ceases, and she can breathe again.
She crawls into the water, and already she's moving faster. When she flips onto her back to stare up at him, she looks so grateful that she's almost in tears.]
Thank...thank you. Thank you so much. [...] A lake? I want to go.
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We've just gotta follow this. [He gestures to the river itself, already stepping towards the other branches of the trees nearby. His wings unfold themselves. Can she maybe travel faster in the water, like his friend? The water's bound to get less shallow the further they go along.] I can go with you.