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TEST DRIVE MEME: JANUARY

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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
[ First thought: It's too damn cold. Second thought: What the fuck. Not his most eloquent head-fillers, but certainly emphatic ones. He turns over off his back feelin' ragged and pathetic. World's spinning a bit. Ground below his knees has too much give to be anything but sand. Which... shit. The sea breeze, the whispers of washing tides, it's all coming together. That is, coming together into absolute fuck all, where the motherfucking goddamn fuck is he.]

[He licks his lips and lifts his head, squinting towards what had better be civilization. Kinda too fogged to see. He wobbles onto his feet, a vantage point that unsurprisingly adds zero clarity to the situation. Wherever he is, visibility is shit. Fortunately, he is a talented screamer, so if anyone is around. They'll know. And then he'll know. He licks his lips.]

HEY!!!! Anyone there with half a fuckin' brain cell better lemme know where the shit I am!!!

[... No? Nothing? Then Bakugou has to feel a little stupid for an unanswered desperate call to nothing, but whatever-- this is better, if he gets answers on his terms. He starts tromping off towards the lights. Bit slow and wobbly, still. Everythin' fuckin hurts, but he'll drag himself off this cold ass beach by the fingernails if he's gotta.]

two
[Yeah, he's confused and lost and nothing makes sense, but he still doesn't want people dumping their piddly little niceties on him without even waiting around long enough to explain. Everyone seems pretty openly afraid of him, which was only par for the course when he was like, ten. It doesn't bring him nearly as much satisfaction now. It's not nearly as appreciated as some fucking answers would be. So he shouts at some poor sod to cut the bullshit and tell him exactly what's going on, and what does he get for his efforts? A basket of incredibly useless looking pamphlets. Better than nothing. He picks one up.]

... Huh.

["Monsters". Some people had pretty monstrous quirks, and you could call 'em that, but he never saw the terminology for real people in print. Or maybe it was just some kind of really elaborate creepypasta shit? He might pass the time with that, if he was at all in the mood to do anything but wrench the head off of whoever was responsible for his arrival here. Not before he could get them to send him back. He had exams to study for. Being homeless in some foreign land populated by ass-kissers wasn't gonna facilitate that.]

Tch. Asked for answers, get garbage. Typical. [Out of habit with "garbage", he detonates the hand holding the pamphlet and... gets... nothing. Not even a spark.] What? What the fuck?

[He was sure he dried the salt water off his hands-- not that a little dampness could've stopped him-- and it was humid enough that his explosive fucking sweat should be more than enough to torch one stupid booklet. He tries again. It's offensive to treat himself like some busted glitchy lighter but he's gotta try everything. Soon enough, anyone walking by can see this ornery blond teenager in the middle of the sidewalk shaking out and twitching and flexing his hands, veins nearly popping out his skin as he looses a string of expletives. He doesn't need his quirk, alright, but. This makes shit so much worse. This makes him quirkless.]

[He's not dumb, he gets that the boom-boom likely isn't happening in the foreseeable future if it didn't work the first five times. But the sooner he stops trying to ignite his sweat, the sooner he has to admit it ain't happening. So he can at least spare a few minutes to out some aggravation. This fit is tame by his standards, really: kicking a wall, shouting at his own hand, trying again to light it, kicking a can against the wall, repeat ad nauseum fuck fuck fuck.]

four

[So he kind of got used to his new surroundings, just that little bit more. Enough that he can walk around without feeling like he wants to thrash someone, generally speaking. But generally isn't always, and Bakugou's probably sliding back into that zone of being ticked off as a safe translation for confusion and dread.For good this time. 'Cause just when it seemed like things might be getting better or making some lick of sense, he woke up one morning, rolled over, and found his stomach and sides half-littered with scales.

With that little development he also found the cold was suddenly unbearably worse. So at present he's trudging through the streets in the middle of the brisk morning, arms wrapped around himself and glaring at anyone who dares look in his direction longer than a second. He already feels like a weakling, knees knocking and teeth chattering and where're those ass-kissers now with like, a scarf, or ten blankets or some shit? He shudders, hissing out through his teeth. He's not one to make a show of any weakness but fuck, this isn't a show, his body apparently decided it was done cooperating with him entirely when it decided to grow scales. If that's the case, he's gotta do something-- he decides on some passerby and marches over to them, shuddering with each heavy step. His pants are sloping down on his hips and, scales or no, he has not lost the not-so-charming affect of a high school delinquent: glowering, slouching, rude tonality and all.]

Hey. Oi, yeah, you. [To most people it probably isn't even cold. Bakugou must look like an idiot shuddering in a T-shirt, but a smattering of scales is visible around his collarbone due to the low-cut collar. He rubs over them with his hands before returning to that dumb-looking self-hugging shit attempt at retaining heat. He's careful to speak with his teeth chattering, not wanting to stammer, but sounding and looking mildly threatening all the same. At least, as much as one can seem when quaking like a wet puppy.]

You a native, hah? Any idea where I can at least get some goddamn layers on before my piss freezes over?

[Or, y'know, any kind of shelter... any kind of warmth actually... but the more self-sufficient he can sound the better. It's too much to let his dignity seep out with the heat.]

Edited 2017-01-18 07:34 (UTC)

[It takes Totoko a moment to get her head together and respond. She's so dizzy that it feels like her brain is knocking around in her skull, and so far her attempts to stand upright haven't been too successful.

After taking a few deep breaths and bracing herself, she screeches out the reply that seems most appropriate to her.]

Stop screaming!!! And come help me!!!

[Yes, she's screaming herself. No, she doesn't appreciate the irony.]

[He jolts a little bit out of his skin hearing a shrill scream. He squints in the direction of the source, making out a decidedly small and pathetic figure laid out in the sand. Well, alright.

Scowling, he yanks her up by the arm and onto her feet. Zero effort spared for gentleness. From what he sees, she's not any more worse for wear than he is, so he drops her arm with obvious disdain in the next second.]

Shriekin' like that and you're not even really injured, you damn harpy. [He raises his voice, too, though. Again. Gestures at her rudely.]

You got working legs, so use 'em!

Edited 2017-01-23 23:50 (UTC)

TEST DRIVE MEME

Bakugou Katsuki | Boku no Hero Academia

one!

it's totoko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!