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Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO

So you've just arrived, and already SOME the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes." Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky. Torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

SCENARIO THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR

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 first thing which Vergil finds increasingly distasteful about this place is not the monsters milling about, but-unsurprisingly-the humans. The humans who ignore his glares as they happily and forcibly shove additional stacks of pamphlets into his hands. Who see fit to answer every question he has with "It's all in the pamphlets" before scurrying off to terrorize another victim.

If he still had Yamato he might have been tempted to run them all through and save the monsters the trouble of the hunt. But as it is he's human, weaponless, weak. For now anyways.

Turning his attention to the pamphlets he curls his lips in disgust as he glances over titles like "5 Easy Ways to Keep Your Claws Nice and Trim" and "Tail Management".]

This is all foolishness.

[He flings the stack of pamphlets over his shoulder, scattering them to the winds. Hopefully you weren't unfortunate enough to be walking right behind him or anything.]

3; dyster

[For days there has been a lingering voice in the back of his mind willing him towards a destination. He's fought it at first, having heard some stories about the resident gods and the people who follow them. But he can't entirely put off the curiosity. The powers of a god is something worth checking out, something worth pursuing. And who better to study than the god who has the power to bring them all here and transform them into beasts?

The town of Dyster is silent as he travels through its streets, searching for a sign of where he needs to go. He can feels the presence of...something lurking nearby, but he cannot say what or who it could be. Finally he stops in the middle of the street, scanning his surroundings.]

I know you're there. Come out.

4; shade

[He had been expecting worse, the way in which people talk about transformations. But the fog has rolled in hours ago and the most he's had to suffer is irritation in his eyes and a sensitivity to the sunlight that manages to pierce through the fog.

Taking refuge in a nearby establishment, he finds a seat towards the back semi-away from the rest of the crowd. Anyone watching him carefully may notice that his eyes are growing whiter and whiter, overtaking his pupils completely and giving off an eerie glow. In fact the immediate area around him seems to take on an eerie presence as well, causing people to go out of their way to avoid his table at all costs.

Which suits him just fine.]

Quite underwhelming. [He mutters to himself.

And then his hand begins to lose substance, turning into a shadowy image.]

[One never forgets that shade of blue.

At first, Dante doubted his eyes. A trick of the light, or his own mind. He's come to expect that of this place, but closer inspection reveals that if it's not who he thinks it is then the guy is a damn good copycat.

Curious he falls into step behind the person who looks suspiciously like his twin. Deftly dodging the pile of thrown pamphlets. A soft bull-like snort of a laugh leaves him, he did the same thing shortly after his arrival.

It's a good thing he's not trying to be quiet because honestly? Hooves aren't the tools of the sneaky. Sneaking is beneath Dante anyway.

Boo.]

[Vergil has been aware of a presence walking behind him for some time, but he's had no reason to give the being (for those are not the footsteps of a human) any type of attention. Until he hears the unmistakable sound of laughter behind him.

Usually, this would not be enough to garner his attention, but he's curious enough about his new surroundings and its inhabitants to turn around.

And then he almost wished he hadn't.

The hooves, the ears, tail, and horns are distractions, but easy enough to put aside when the face is one that he knows as well as his own. In fact, it is his own.

If he's surprised, he carefully conceals it behind a mask of apathy.]

A Minotaur, how quaint. Where you also given a labyrinth to guard along with the new look, Dante?

[Hey, brother.

Did you miss him?

Vergil responds about how he'd expect... if he were new in town. Dante's tail gives a thoughtful swish as he regards his brother coolly.]

[A vague shrug in response to the question.]

Turns out labyrinth's are pretty hot in the housing market these days. Still, I managed to snag a little place of my own.

[In a sewer.

Don't ask.]

So, I take it this is your first time.

[Like a bullet to the head.

Any modicum of relief he might feel at seeing his brother is nonexistent.

Because feelings are gross.]

It cannot be any worse than that hovel you called a shop.

[Because yeah, he's seen it. He might have staked it out a time or two before his and Arkham's plans really got going.

Not because he cares or anything.]

My first time. [What an interesting way to put it.]

Yes, Dante, I have only just arrived in this...[dreary Hell-wanna be] place.

[That's the Vergil we know and love.

Feelings are pretty gross, but Vergil's last visit ruined some of that edge for you in advance, brother.

Not that Dante's the type to let him in on the secret, so he'll just play it casual. As he does.]

Hey, hey, I put a lot of work into that place.

[Making it look abandoned, for instance. To prevent robbers of course. Because that's a logical way of preventing thieves you know.

Of course not zero cares here this is a no caring zone.]

I see. [Well. That puts a damper on things doesn't it? Not that he's going to let on that anything's amiss.]

Oh, well, it looks like I'm a little late to the party to be the first to welcome you to our fog-filled shit-hole but if you want a tip, here.

[He holds out only one of the discarded pamphlets. It's one of the ones written by the first monsters.]

This one's not a crock of shit, surprisingly enough.

[Dante is about as subtle as his fighting style. But some secrets are better kept.

At least until he's had more time to settle in.]

Work insinuates that you meant for it to look that way.

[In which case...that's unfortunate.

Especially for someone has flashy as Dante.]

Hmm. [He glances down at the offered pamphlet. There's a tiny bit of hesitation before he takes it.

After all, he only has Dante's opinion to judge on.

Not the most reliable source.]

What is stopping you from explaining it yourself? No time to spare to chat with your dear brother?

[Besides, digging anything out of Dante is often more trouble than it's worth.]

Who says I didn't?

[He did. Which. Yeah.
Look, he'd just got the place and hadn't settled on a style beyond "filthy" yet.]

[Is his opinion really that bad?]

As if you'd believe anything I've got to say on the matter.

[His tail flicks in annoyance, hooves scrape the pavement. Standing out in the open like this is starting to get on his nerves. Mostly because humans in Bavan enjoy gawking at monsters.]

If it weren't for the horns you'd probably think I was making the whole damned thing up anyway.

Why is it when I finally am able to walk these streets that I must see you first? [ Despite the words, he sounds surprisingly friendly. His fluffy tail gives a series of furious wags in greeting. His lips curl into a brief frown as he never thought of Dante as being so vain as to wish to be returned to a human form -- but he will never understand humans. ]

So is what is customary to say in these sort of meetings, is it not? [ His hands open in surrender as he sways from side to side. ] I didn't think that you would return yourself to human. That thought never occurred to me. Isn't that odd? Just a little? Just a little! [ A burst of laughter immediately follows. ]

Dante, you continue surprise. Ah, Redgrave, I mean.

[Vergil stares wordlessly at the creature, the monster he supposes, although he's seen true monsters. Demons. And they don't wag their tails in greeting.

This isn't the first time that someone has mistaken Vergil for his brother, it's not even the third, but that doesn't make it any less aggravating. Dante always has a way of attracting the kind of people Vergil would prefer to avoid.

This...man, is coming to fit that description quite well.]

Cease your prattling. You have mistaken me for someone else.

[Clear as it may be to put two and two together, he doesn't know this man and so will not bother saying anymore.

But Redgrave. Ah, it's been a year since he's last heard that name. Interesting that Dante has chosen to resurrect it here.]

[He shouldn't be here, but if he's going to understand just what the hell is going on in this place, what this life is going to be, he's got to see everything. Walking around at night in a cultist-occupied town might not be the smartest move, but he's out of other logical paths to follow so, hey. It's not the strangest night out he's ever had.

Seeing someone else with the same idea, Rhys errs on the side of caution, however. At least, until he's confronted. It only takes him a moment of lingering by the patch of bushes before he eases out slowly.]

That's fine, wasn't really trying to hide. Much.

[He studies the other man with dark blue eyes and an uncertain frown.]

Doing a little exploring?

[Vergil watches the man as he comes away from the bushes, tracking his movements with his eyes. He wonders for a moment if he is one of the Fog God's followers sent to guide him to their meeting place. It's somewhere in this city, but as for an exact location, he doesn't know.

The not knowing disturbs him more than the fact that he's standing in a deserted city used by a powerful god and their cult.

He doesn't reply right away, measuring his words carefully.]

I would assume I am here for the same reason you are.

[If it helps, Rhys at least looks sane, if a bit disreputable. His long black hair is tied back in a ponytail and he's got a lot of piercings, but his gaze clear and wary, and he steps carefully as he comes into view, stopping a safe chatting distance away.]

Figuring out exactly what's going on in this place, probably?

I woke up on the beach a few days ago. People are telling me all kinds of crazy shit, and I heard this town might have some answers.

[Vergil, for his part, also appears sane. In a stiff, no nonsense way that makes it clear that he doesn't suffer fools. But weaponless and completely human, he doesn't look as if he poses much of a threat.

It's a lie.]

Then we appear to be in the same boat, as it were.

However, you don't seem to be as informed.

[Anyone else may have gone on and explain what they meant by that. Not Vergil.]

[Rhys keeps an eye on the other man, polite and careful, but there's only so much he can do on the topic of confrontation, so he's just going to settle for being watchful. And, if possible, making allies, or at least picking out the threats before his neck is in a noose.]

Seems like there's a few of us, yeah. And, I have no idea what you know, at least. But I know this is the Fog God's place.

[He frowns, not looking exactly comfortable with that.]

Which has to do with whatever we're becoming and why we were brought here, so I thought it might be a good place to get some answers.

[You don't easily forget that coat. Hell it's been months and Lady couldn't forget the way he carries himself if she tried. All arrogance and silent command. Not exactly traits she forgets easily, especially after the amount of time she spent with him here.

But since her former roommate is just here again (which by the way really deserves some investigation) she may as well follow him. ...Right into Dyster, oh well she'd been meaning to poke around the haven for the Fog Gods followers at some point, somehow. Might as well follow the possible mirage before her.

She is not surprised that he noticed her though and laughs a little at the comment.]

I would hope so, Vergil.

[Sorry she's just going to linger on the edge of the shadows eyes glowing two different shades of red. She'd like more information before coming entirely out into the open. At least her voice should be semi-familiar if nothing else.]

Dante didn't mention you were back.

[He silently curses his human senses for the millionth time since his arrival on the peninsula. His eyesight is only able to make out a vague shape and two glowing red eyes. From the voice he can deduce that its a woman. But not a human, judging by the form of the shadows.

Which is interesting because he distinctly remembers her being very human the last time he'd seen her. How quickly things change.]

It's you.

[A admittance of recognition. The only kind she'll get from him. He had been dismissive of her before, she had been a simple human interfering with his family matters. But things the tables have turned dramatically since then, with him being the simple human in the situation.

Or so he would prefer her to think. It would make a victory all the more sweeter to be underestimated in his weakened state.]

Dante fails to mention many things. Including you.

[She was very human a year and a half ago. She misses it. But there's always something eternally entertaining about the twins being human even temporarily and it shows in the sway of her spiked tail even if she keeps most of it from her face.

She hums a note mouth spreading into a neutral smile.]

So disappointed.

[She'd be offended but she's only heard him use her name once. It's always been you or girl otherwise. Just one of the many quirks she's grown accustomed to.

But unlike him she's already done the whole Vergil is a human dance. And as a general rule she knows better than to consider him weak period.]

I guess he hasn't managed to drag you home yet then.

[Not disappointed so much as annoyed. It's bad enough being in this weakened state around complete strangers. But Lady, she's seen some of his power. She knows what a dangerous threat he is. Was. Had been.

Will be again. As soon as he gets rid of this intolerable human coil.

Her final statement draws his attention, and not really in a good way. 'Drag him home', has if he's a stray picked off the street or a bratty child trying to stay out past curfew.]

I am quite capable of acquiring lodgings. [Honestly, he and Dante haven't lived under the same roof since they were what? Six?]

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[She's seen a lot of things, not that she's going to mention just what at this point. There are some aspects of his last visit better kept to oneself than shared. If only because it keeps her breathing a few days more based on his less than pleased to see her attitude.

They'll see he could end up a fairy this time and wouldn't that be hilarious as opposed the photosensitive undead.

She means it in the nicest way possible. If it had happened her presence wouldn't really be a surprise it's kind of all over the house that she and Dante share the place. That they had shared it with him at one time though some of those little signs have been slowly fading in recent months.]

If you say so. [She shrugs, not quite believing him. Must be all those times she tripped over his boots in the middle of the sidewalk that first month they were there.]

I am surprised to see you here though. You never struck me as the follower type.

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