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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. |
Uchiha Itachi | Naruto
"Lost" would be putting things a little strongly. True, Itachi would have had some difficulty finding his way back to any of the towns of Ryslig, but he'd rather accepted that as fact, and he was comfortable with it. He'd managed to set himself up a small sort of campsite in the woods, not too far from where they thinned out, and he was enjoying the near-total solitude. The woods didn't seem to be exactly obscure, and people were visiting with what seemed to be respectable frequency. It was all the human activity he really needed. Granted, when the weather turned, he would probably want to head back, but for the time being, he was quite settled.
Since being pulled out of the ocean, he'd found his chakra gone, and with it his vision almost fully destroyed; that was fine. It reduced the pace of his life, reduced the focus he needed. Attending to only the simplest of physical needs, living in a camp protected under a rocky overhang that very nearly formed a cave, he felt a sort of carefree freedom he'd never experienced before.
And this close to the edge of the woods, he had occasional company. It was just frequent enough, really, that he didn't feel himself entirely isolated, and didn't remain utterly unaware of what was going on in the rest of this little world. People got lost in here with what seemed like alarming frequency, and the vast majority of them didn't seem to know terribly well how to actually get by out in the woods, or how to navigate their way out. He wouldn't go so far as to escort them out of the woods, but he could share food with them, give them a safe place to sleep (or as safe as it could be; not secure as such, but he was a better defense than none at all), and a little reassurance that the woods weren't all that terrifying, really.
Footsteps -- human ones by the rhythm of them, and belonging to someone who didn't know a thing about moving through the woods by the volume of rattling leaves and whispering vegetation -- sounded near him, and he rose from his campsite again. Someone else who probably needed a helping hand.
He moved silently, not so much by choice as by habit, and as soon as he drew close enough to make out the foggy form of the approaching wanderer, he stopped. "Can I help you?"
[3 - Nymph]
By now it had been some time that Itachi had stayed in the woods, something of a peculiar hermit perhaps, acting as a guide for those who needed it and generally leaving the rest alone. And he found that the longer he stayed, the more utterly comfortable he felt out here in the forest. The trees were becoming familiar to him, each one distinct, with its own nature, its own shape and feel, it's own... well, personality. He wasn't sure if he was projecting or not about that last part. He didn't really think he was.
He'd discarded shoes a while ago. The earth felt soft and welcoming to his bare feet, the stones nothing to worry about. When he could dig his toes in... well. That was best of all. They seemed to be growing, becoming longer and more dexterous, more suitable for his new lifestyle. He could barely see them, but that didn't seem to matter. The forest was so familiar to him that he didn't think he missed even the vivid Sharingan vision he'd once possessed.
He still helped those who got lost in the woods -- but now, only if they were there with good intent. Someone who wanted to come and cut the trees, or carve initials in them (disgusting!) or otherwise cause harm... well. They met with a very different reception indeed.
So now his approach when he heard someone new was to stalk forward, and they would find a man with skin going green, dark eyes hard and cold, watching them from the foliage and nearly indistinguishable from it. Not hailing them, not immediately, but watching.
Waiting for them to make a misstep, to cross the line he established in his own head. After all, he did need to feed, and those who came with intent to injure the forest were plenteous enough. They could nourish it -- nourish him -- instead.
scenario 3 hiiiii
A bright, cheery and above all permanent smile. A little stale, a little stiff. The kind you might see on someone's face when they've been waiting too long for you to take the photo. Or, in Kevin's case, when he's had to run for his life from a hungry werewolf, gotten lost in the forest, and has long since misplaced one of his shoes.
Kevin hate--
He detest--
He likes being lost in the forest slightly less than he likes other things.
On the bright side, at least he's learned a valuable lesson in throwing shoes to distract hungry werewolves.
Anyway.
Where were we?
Kevin, lost in the forest. And a green, unfriendly-looking man melting out of the shadows to meet him.
Kevin's black eyes widen in surprise, but his smile doesn't slip.
"Oh, hello there!" he says, with every appearance of delight.
well hello there :D
"Are you lost?"
It's only very slightly short of a demand. Ordinarily he's more patient with newcomers, giving them a chance to demonstrate their ill-will before he turns his full aggression on them -- but this man sets him on edge, with his fake smile and his fake voice.
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"Oh," says Kevin with a self-depreciating laugh, "is it that obvious? This forest is just going to be the death of me! I heard some trees laughing together -- at least, I think it was the trees; the laughter was faint, and seemed to come from all around me at once -- so I thought maybe they'd give me directions if I asked them politely. But they just laughed. And laughed... and laughed."
His voice is soft and friendly, and yes, he really does talk like that. Sorry, Itachi. Sorry, Itachi's patience.
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"They think you a fool," Itachi murmurs, listening to the soft, rustling voices that dance overhead. Yes, the trees do whisper -- and now he can understand them, now he can hear those voices clearly as they gossip among themselves, slow languorous unhurried voices. Why should they rush? And why should he, who is just now coming to realize his own kinship with these great, long-lived bastions of the earth?
Even a few short weeks ago, this bizarre way of speaking would have sorely tested his patience, would have demanded sharp action. But he can draw on the nature of the trees for himself now, and wait as patiently as they.
"Why did you come here?" he asks, sharpening his gaze. He still can't see much, but this trespasser doesn't need to know that -- the appearance of an intense stare will do much. "What brought you to this forest?"
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He realises he's gone off on a tangent, and stops himself, and adds sweetly: "But that's none of my business."
It's difficult to describe how saccharine his voice is when he says that, but the narration will try. Here goes:
Very, very, very, very.
Itachi's questions go temporarily unanswered, because by god, there's got to be a limit on how much talking Kevin is allowed to do in a single tag.
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Itachi doesn't actually need his questions answered. Oh no. He has all the answer he needs. This person isn't a friend to the trees at all. The monster rises inside Itachi, the snarling beast that demands he kill and devour.
The human in him, the part of him that still values human life, wants to hold back. After all, trees are used to make such things. It's a fact of the world.
But the monster still rages. And he's hungry.
"You don't belong here," he hisses, and a vine lifts from over his shoulder, stretching out toward this interloper, only good for food.
so they're best friends now, right?
--Right, the vines.
The smile remains, but it's a frightened rictus of ohshitohshitohshit. Kevin is a lover, not a fighter, if he absolutely had to make the choice and was given no third option of 'other'. So he dodges.
"Wellitwasnicemeeting--"
And, with his shoeless foot, he treads on the biggest stone of his life.
"--yOW!"
Kevin just about avoids the vine, but it's not by skill so much as it is by pratfall.
oh, totally. These are vines of SUPER BEST BUDDIES 5EVA
Pure luck, of course. He's unwilling to accept that anything else might have interfered. Such as his blurred vision, the uncontrolled lash at someone that the monster inside him hungers to devour, or...
It doesn't matter. He advances again, eyes narrowed. It doesn't improve his vision any.
"You have come here to do violence to the forest," he hisses, and another vine joins the first one. "You will regret your intentions. Flee back to your city and stay there!"
yaaay, they can have a mutually beneficial and productive social relationship!
While the narration goes off on a tangent amusing to only itself, Kevin stumbles to his feet -- and straight into the second vine. He can't even use the 'complete novice in battle' excuse. He can't even use a 'complete novice at running away from battle' excuse. He is just not having a very good day.
"Ah," says Kevin, lately the beloved Voice of Desert Bluffs, and currently a man at a loss for words. "Ah--"
(While Kevin panics, this narration thinks it's a good time to mention that it gives carte blanche to Itachi for whatever he might want to do as events progress. Permission to eat Kevin, permission to rough him up a little, even permission to shake hands and part as friends. Hey, it's a meme thread, so no harm done.)