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RYSLIG - MODS ([personal profile] rysligmods) wrote in [community profile] 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.

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.
drowns: (pic#8336377)

[personal profile] drowns 2014-09-25 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She had to get to water, he said. Not to drink but to immerse herself in it...was that it? It sounded strange to her, but at the same time it seemed to make sense. She would do anything to get rid of the dry, scratchy feeling. It was as if she would crumble to sand if she moved too much.

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?
theotherpromise: (another dream)

[personal profile] theotherpromise 2014-09-26 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[How does he ask this of her without freaking her out more, potentially? He opts to be as vague as possible about it and just hope that she won't ask questions. He briefly glances downward.]

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...]
drowns: (pic#8336373)

[personal profile] drowns 2014-09-27 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's an unusual request, but not one that creates immediate suspicion. By now, she has to reluctantly concede that she needs the help more than anything else at the moment. She nods.] Ah...um, alright. I won't. [He's a blurry shape from where she's sitting — frustrated, she removes her glasses to rub at her eyes...

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.]
theotherpromise: (not like that!)

[personal profile] theotherpromise 2014-09-28 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Roxas lets her take her time; when she needs to stop and take air, or if she needs more time to lean against a branch or trunk, he holds his breath and ignores the salt and metal smell of blood seeping in. His hunger wouldn't get the best of him. He just needed to get her to that body of water as soon as possible. But would she make it there? She seemed exhausted already, despite the stream not being too far of a walk. At least from what feather-light-boned, agile Roxas seemed to remember. (Meanwhile, he's learned to tune out the faraway giggles, though when he does notice them, they are still as bone-chilling as he remembers.)

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.
drowns: (5 | 'cause some don't get much company)

[personal profile] drowns 2014-10-01 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Her breathing is labored by now. She remembers, suddenly, at running for gym class. Ishikawa! the instructor would shout, Go! and she'd run, as fast as she could, but the further she got, the more her lungs would burn. By the time the race was over, she would be tired, cheeks flushed, her throat burning.

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.
theotherpromise: (another dream)

[personal profile] theotherpromise 2014-10-04 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Her reaction isn't altogether surprising; she was turning into something like a fish, just like Walter. At least she seems relieved--and some of that blood can finally be washed off of her. She was still human, for now, and so Roxas only had to wait until she had fully transformed until he could approach her without fear, if they happened to meet again. He stays in his tree, braced against its trunk and squatting on his legs as she seems to heal inside of the water. She has no idea what's happening to her, does she? When she looks back at him, Roxas might seem a little sad, brows creased and mouth pulled to a small frown.]

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.