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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE MEME: JANUARY

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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[One: Arrival]

[Waking up to a mouth and throat full of water and sand is one of those things that a collected attitude just doesn't always cover, and as soon as Asaka breathes in on that beach, she's caught in a harsh coughing fit. As her chest heaves and she spits muck out onto the sand, she stumbles blindly upright and tries to rub saltwater out of her eyes to figure out where she is. The only thing certain is that it isn't where she went to sleep.]

What is this...

[The question is quiet, to herself, but clearly a little worried and tremoring, the tone of someone trying to seem in control of the situation but not quite managing. A few moments' time lets it evaporate into something more certain, and she turns with intent to head down the beach and demand some answers...

...right into whichever monster happens to have ended up nearby. At least she tries to cover the startle, though the replacement of irritation probably isn't much more welcome.]

How did I get here? Did you have something to do with this?

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[Three: Dyster]

[It's mercifully quiet for a moment when Asaka finally lets the voices lure her away to wherever it is they mean. Eerie as well, perhaps, with the distant flickering of fire and murmur of things too quiet to hear, but it's a welcome departure from the insistent requests in her mind.

And it's not as if she was going to wait long, anyway. The kinds of things the voices had offered were the kinds of things she could only turn down for so long. Reunion, in particular.

After a while of roaming between the empty houses, Asaka finds herself in the middle of the town, watching followers dance around the fire. It's an intense performance, and she can't help but give it a professional's consideration as someone who tends towards entertainment as much as her, one hand on her cheek in deep thought.]

Tradition aside, they could use a little more flair.

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[Four: Wendigo]

[The night is fine and calm in Bavan as Asaka walks the outskirts, outwardly confident but also rather cautious, because even in this short time she's heard more than enough of the dangers of this place to keep her wits about her. Initially, the fog rolling in is almost a relief, since she can take the advantage of hiding in it as much as anyone else, and breathe a bit easier with being harder to find. But that's only because she hasn't had the misfortune of experiencing a change yet, even if it's only a matter of time.

She's mid-step when the leg she's landing on shatters beneath her weight just under the knee, and she crashes ungracefully to the ground with a shout of pain.

A moment later, she tries to bite it down, reminding herself of the risks, but there's only so much she can hold back when her legs are breaking and reforming themselves, toes fusing together into hard, pointed tips and joints forming in places there never should be joints. Even as fur grows up her legs with a warm, itching feeling, another spike of pain erupts beneath her skull, and she tries to curl in on herself as she feels what seems like bone force itself out under her fingers, weighing down her head.

Agonized and woozy, she tries to stumble upright, all semblance of skillful movement given to her by her performance training gone as she overbalances to the front under the weight of her new horns, stumbles back on hooved feet as her new joints burn, and overcorrects far enough that she ends up falling onto her front. Dragging her feet inwards as she pushes herself up onto her hands, she hears the sound of movement through the fog and it makes her head snap up, a note of fear creeping into her face as she tries to pick shapes out in the fog.]

Who's there? Show yourself! [She's trying to sound authoritative. It's not working that well.]

[Well, she came in here in the end, and she's not really sure what to make of this ceremony herself. The followers dance, and dance, and prepare food, drinks, merriment...and really over all Espurr finds herself more uncomfortable, than anything. She doesn't even look up to Asaka, she merely finds herself in conversation.]

...They're certainly dedicated at least...

Dedication is one thing, execution is another. A conductor could do them a lot of good, I think.

[Asaka's words are heavy with interest, her personal experience with such things coming through clear. Maybe not dance, but performance is still part of her area, and she fancies herself a stage manager when she's in that persona.]

...Maybe it's more freestyle than that...

[Maybe, maybe not...well, in any case.] ...Do you think they would accept a conductor if someone offered? ...It seems they'd feel insulted. They've put an awful lot into 'our care'...

"Freestyle" is done by people who have the talent to pull that off. [Asaka's remark is no more than a little chiding, in the air of someone explaining a detail that should be obvious. It's always a little strange speaking to people who seem to have no sense of how a performance is managed about the topic.]

If it was someone from among them, I don't see why they wouldn't. Surely the chance to improve their offering wouldn't be turned down by a group like that.

It's supposed to be done by people with talent. ...That doesn't mean they won't try it anyway~! [she giggles, a shameless smile on her face.]

You say that, but if we're supposed to be the ones they're 'serving' right now, it'd be sort of like offering to teach a barista how to make drinks, right?

[She's pretty sure Kangaskhan would punch someone if they offered, actually.]

[Asaka can't really help but crack a smile at that remark too, given that was just about what she was thinking herself.] Yes, well, that's true of a lot of things, isn't it?

[The barista remark doesn't seem to faze her too much though, and she merely sends it back while still observing the "dance".] If they don't know how to make coffee, then they should at least be told that even if you're not the one teaching them how to do it properly.

Hmmm... [Many, many things. But...hmm. This dance....] ...Typically you would speak to a manager about that, probably.

[Kangaskhan was her own manager she was pretty sure, but...well. In this case, they definitely have some kind of 'boss' right?]

...I suppose that means we need to tell the Fog God to teach her people to dance properly.

That's why it's such a shame they don't have one. [Asaka's tone is light, but there's something else underlying it that's more thoughtful. She's not here for no reason, and she followed the voices largely to see if the promises they whispered had any meaning, but if there's a position like this she could slip into in the ranks of the Fog, there's something to consider there.

At least, she'd prefer to contribute to the cause in a way that isn't like what she's been hearing of the usual god follower conflicts.]

That's far too forward, if she even considers something like that important. But asking if she'd like someone to improve the entertainment her most devoted followers can provide may be worthwhile.

[Honestly she's not really sure if that kind of ranking system exists in the Fog-not that she even realizes that's how Asaka is thinking, but...well. She shrugs.] It probably can't hurt to ask...at the very least from what I'm told, she's not too interested in killing us.

That wouldn't be a very good way to draw a willing audience, would it? [Asaka's tone is deceptively light - in reality, she's still fearful of the very real chance of death on this peninsula, and with the Fog having brought them here to begin with, she can't be too confident in how uninterested she is in killing them. Still, if they did choose to follow her, there'd have to be a much lower risk.]

I'll introduce the idea if I decide that this is the place I'd like to be.

Not really. The general idea that she picks people at random to torment seemed a little odd too...not even Dark Matter did that sort of thing. [It goes without saying that this 'Dark Matter' is probably some Seriously Evil Stuff.

As it is. She smiles.] Yes, it does have yet to prove to be a very charming location either way, doesn't it~? [All foggy and dreary-it certainly fits the Fog God's aesthetic, but she's not sure it suits the sort she'd follow along with even without the matter of what the Fog has done.]

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Asaka Narumi | Cardfight!! Vanguard

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