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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: The State of the Game Discussion produced a lot of great suggestions and we now have a post for Plot Suggestions and Monster Questions. The NETWORK VOTE results are in and PRIVATE MESSAGING will be added some time in November. Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look. You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely. Reserve and application dates have been announced. Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample! 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.

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[The changes haven't been good to Archer. It didn't take him long to figure out what was happening and needless to say, he was completely unimpressed. Some people were lamenting the fact that they had to feed on people or they were concerned about their physical changes, but neither of those bother Archer. Sure, the taste of blood sickened him at first, but once he realized it was a necessity, he didn't hold back.

He's out hunting for prey when he hears the sounds of something cracking in the distance. His first thought is bones, which doesn't horrify him nearly as much as it should. Archer changes direction and approaches. He stays hidden in the trees as he watches the gargoyle awaken, impressed by the display. Being turned to stone during the day certainly wouldn't be ideal, but he would have taken a gargoyle over a vampire. There are some cliches he'd rather not deal with, and vampire happens to hit every single one.

Archer is fully prepared to leave once the gargoyle awakens; he has no business with this man, and he doubts the gargoyle wants anything to do with him - but something stops him. That man looks very familiar. At this distance, it's difficult to tell, but...

He finally decides to approach, even though some part of him is fully aware that this can only end badly. Even if (by some miracle) the Homunculus doesn't recognize him, the military uniform Archer's wearing won't do him any favors. His appearance hasn't altered that drastically - his ears are pointed, his eyes are red, and he's sporting the fangs vampires are so well known for, but his skin is as pale as ever and otherwise his appearance hasn't changed any. He didn't see Greed for long during the raid on the Devil's Nest, but it's entirely possible the Homunculus remembers him. Engaging him is possibly the worst idea Archer's ever had, but he never runs from a fight.]

Good evening.

[His voice is calm and even, though his expression is wary.]

[The face isn't one he recognizes, but the attire is telling enough. The good ol'boys in blue, marching to a beat of a different drum entirely. Greed's found the ground by the time Archer approaches and he perks at the voice. His skull rolls to the side and his eyebrows shoot up past the rims of his sunglasses. Night has already settled in thick and it drowns him; carving the jagged edges of his make-up that much more. As moonlight touches and fades, allowing shadow to sink right in.]

Hmn-? [But that peculiar look, almost innocent for a second or two, fades. Even with those shades of his, it's easy to make out. The widening of an eye as he takes in the decorated stars, the distinctive uniform. No, Archer isn't a face he knows.]

[But oh, the military's far easier to make out.] Oh-? [Greed's jaw opens up to his razor-cut smile. One akin to something lurking just under the surface, waiting and waiting until the right time to strike. He topples over the jut of his hips and both elbows go out behind him.]

[It's clear that he's examining Archer: the red eyes strike a memory, but they're different. No - not a homunculus. Couldn't be. Not with those ears, not without a tattoo to his name. Greed's been here long enough to know: whoever's running the joint? They can take that in an instant. Robbing their very existence until they've thought of something new.]

[But then again, there it is. His old phrase chasing him like a ghost:]

[There's no such thing as no such thing. Maybe those in charge had other ideas.]

[Still, he turns to Archer and his teeth clack shut.] Didn't think I'd see one of you - guess things don't change too much. [The Sin pivots to face the other and the moon changes its hand. A swift switch from the pale-glow to the creeping dark. Greed taps his foot mindlessly - once, twice. Before saddling it back up against the opposing heel. His remains eye to eye with Archer, despite the thick rounds of black-glass that keep them at bay. One brow ticks up with interest, then settles.]

Central, right? [Maybe. Maybe not. Most with that kind of demeanor tend to be from Amestris' hub; the kind with delicate voices and poise. It never really suited him.] Or do I have that wrong?

[He very well could. But it's not like it matters much anymore.]

[Archer watches Greed's movements silently. He doesn't seem overly concerned, but his posture is tense and while he's not one to run from a fight, he knows he can't do anything against a Homunculus. If Greed decides he's a threat, Archer doesn't stand a chance.

...Though when Greed speaks, Archer realizes that things are actually working in his favor. Greed doesn't recognize him. Had Greed recognized him he wouldn't be reacting this calmly. It's almost enough to make Archer smirk, but he manages to keep his face impassive as usual.]

You're correct. It's good to see someone from Amestris here.

[He'll leave it at that simply because he doesn't want to let on that he knows what Greed is. That would require explanations and the only two he can think of would do him no favors. If he explains he knows because of Kimbley, that could easily reveal exactly who he is and if he attempts to explain how he knows because of the notes Hughes left, then he's in a whole different sort of trouble. No, it's best to keep quiet for now and see how this plays out.]

[Someone from Amestris. Greed's expression turns a little sly at that, a touch smarmy. He shrugs at the idea, if only because the notion is a little laughable. But hey - Ametrsis is technically a home and at the end of it all, he had been right beside them. Fighting for the sake of his own wants, his own needs.]

[But also for something else entirely.]

Guess that means you guys didn't waste it - [Greed shoots his arm over head, turning to give Archer a glimpse of his back. Where the vest parts, that eerie stone starts. The black has already crept up the dip of his spine, illuminating those red arrays of even further. His shakes his wrist for a second, shooting off a curt-cut wave to the tune of his rattling wristbands.] - would have been a bit of a shame if you did.

[He goes for his pocket next. One pat-down later and he finds the left over bits of a smoke. Twenty-four hours old, but there nonetheless. He snaps his fingers together once: nothing. A second time, a spark. Third time's the charm and luck be a lady, he's got a brief fire to light it. Greed gets to puff at his smoke once before the brief flicker fades.] Gunna guess you were there at the end of it? Sorry - didn't have this face then.

[Smoke drips from his mouth, moving like the very fog that's starting to crawl in. Greed yanks his head up and chases a smile to the moon. It doesn't matter the company at this point - it's just nice to get the chance to move.] Ah - not planning on sticking around here long. Don't suppose you've heard anything interesting yet, hmn?

[Some habits are just harder to kick. And his business is always top priority.]

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