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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 girl is reluctant to turn around just yet, still a little alarmed by Xion's appearance and aggressive yet polite nature, hands clutched tightly against her chest and head tilted just enough to indicate she was speaking towards the other girl, but not enough to meet eyes.]

Thank you, I suppose... and ah, don't worry about it too much. I'm often mistaken for someone or another...

[Naminé could feel the cold air against her back -- her dress must've ripped even further than before. She didn't have any munny, but perhaps she could find something in town that would help with her tatters...]

You just gave me a fright, is all.

I'm really sorry. The person I thought you were had already seen me like this, so I didn't expect anyone to run.

[She really is sorry, and she really has to apologize in some way.]

I.. I have some spare clothes, if you want. I brought some with me, and you look around my size. [They're her old ones, but they're rather plain. The rips and tears in them have been patched up, but they no longer fit right on her.

Mostly she'd brought her old ones as spare rags that could be ripped into bandages if needed, but if they could be worn again, that'd be nice.]

[Naminé slowly turns around to face Xion, digging her nails into the palm of her opposite hand to keep herself calm and composed in front of her. She seemed nice, despite the gruesome appearance and the initial grab, and there'd be no reason for her to offer as much if she was planning on hurting her... what would be the point? Naminé was starting to feel a little bad for prejudging the girl based on her appearance -- after all, she was just as inhuman herself, even if she didn't look it.]

That would be kind of you, as long as it wouldn't be an inconvenience. It's getting rather cold out...

It's the least I can do for ripping your clothes and startling you like that.

[She turns, waving a hand for Naminé to follow her as she walks.]

I've got an old camp not far from here, from when I was staying here with some other people. We've moved to a different city now though.

[All of their stuff has been moved, but what passed as a campsite was still there, and there was still a small box to keep her clothes in.]

[Naminé trots after her obediently, vaguely hoping the girl wasn't trying to lead her away from civilization so she could eat her or something like that. But again, if she wanted to do that, she would've done it already... Naminé felt bad for constantly worrying like this, but she couldn't really be blamed too heavily for the caution, could she?]

My name is Naminé, by the way. Thank you for helping me out -- I was feeling rather lost and out of place.

I'm Xion. It could probably be better circumstances, I don't normally look like this. Just when the fog comes in, that's all.

[It's not too far away, so it doesn't take more than five minutes.

It's a roughly put together thing, really only meant for Xion to stay there for a short while. There's a small wooden crate, a tarp held up crudely with a few branches; more or less keep pesky sunlight off of her while she was sleeping. It's been harder and harder for her to go out during peak sunlight hours, it's getting too hard on her eyes with how bright everything gets.

Xion starts towards the box, opening it and pulling aside her older clothes from her newer ones and offering them to Naminé as she does.]

You can change behind the tarp there, I can keep watch. And if you're too cold, you can use my coat for now too.

[Which she offers as well. It'll be one the poor girl most likely knows very well.]

Xion...

[Naminé repeats her name, expression turning thoughtful. Why did that name feel so familiar?

When Xion offers Naminé her jacket, things start to piece together more fully in her mind, and her eyes widen slightly. For now she merely turns to the other girl to smile, clutching the clothes against her chest.]

Thank you, I'll only be a moment.

[The last thing she had expected to be handed in this foreign world was an Organization coat -- she thought those days long over for her. She strips off the ruined dress and abandons it to the ground, it was far too stained to even consider trying to salavage, putting her shoes back on and slipping on Xion's shirt and pants; a perfect fit, which didn't surprise her as much as it ought to have, really. She stares at the coat for a long moment, inwardly debating with herself, before pulling it on as well, zipping it up and looking down at herself with an amused look. As much as the Organization were a rather negative part of Naminé's life, she'd always kind of wanted to try one of their coats on. Here was her chance for the time being, she supposed.

Xion... she knew who she was. The hidden memories, deep within Sora's heart, the memories she had left behind in Jiminy's journal for them to find after she was gone and unable to help any further... part of the pain she was afraid Sora wouldn't be able to handle without his heart breaking. The memories of Xion weren't as easily accessed as the others, hers more fragmented and scattered in what Naminé assumed was probably her own fault, but she knew enough. Enough to have seen Xion's pain, her choices, her selflessness. It had touched her, even brought a tear to her eye over her fate. But she had done what she thought was right, right for Sora and Roxas and everyone, just as Naminé herself had.

Xion was a good person.

But that still begged the question -- how was Xion here, and what in the world had happened to her? How was Naminé here, for that matter? Curiouser and curiouser.]

Alright, I'm finished.

[Naminé steps out from behind the tarp, coat swooshing along with her, light blue sandals a stark contrast compared to the rest of her outfit. It'd certainly do until she was able to find something else to wear.]

[Xion, of course, isn't doing as much thinking as the other girl is. She's more concerned with being a look out while Naminé changes clothes.

Once she's finished and out again, Xion looks her up and down. If she could, she'd smile, though there's an aggressive little comment floating around the back of her head that she shouldn't have to give up her clothes to the other girl.

Which is stupid, considering they don't even fit her right anymore. Speaking of which...]

I wish I'd brought my boots too, the sandals look kinda weird with that out fit. [But she sounds amused regardless.]

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