Ryslig Helpers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ryslighelpers) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
graveyardsmash2017-03-10 10:55 am
ryslighelpers) wrote in graveyardsmash2017-03-10 10:55 am
Entry tags:
TEST DRIVE MEME
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.
Hans | Frozen
[It takes Hans a few moments to fully comprehend his situation. Going from unconsciousness to understanding that everything hurts and your mouth is full of sand is quite a leap. He strains to roll himself onto his knees so he can hack and cough all the better, more aware of how awful he feels.
He's well aware, now at least, that Anna has a surprisingly powerful punch. He simply doubts that she hit him so hard that he lost consciousness and floated for so long without dying. It doesn't explain the sting of the scars he can feel on his arms and legs, though with so much pain it isn't entirely possible to pinpoint the source of any feeling.
Naturally, the first order of business is to gather his bearings and try to figure out if he knows where he is. He's not the most well traveled man, but he's been at least a few places enough times to know them from their beaches. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and raises his head upward, enough that he can inhale and smell the scent of gunpowder in the air.
He's not sure why his initial reaction is fear, when for all he knows he could be greeted with pity and open arms. He probably shouldn't take the risk when he doesn't know what his odds are, so he pulls himself up with great difficulty and begins to make for what he believes might be shelter.
He makes it a good length (or at least he thinks so) before he falters, trying to remain calm in the face of what seems to be.. a face. In the darkness, it is incredibly difficult to be sure, but the glow of the figure's eyes makes him sure something is there and watching him. He can feel that he doesn't have his sword at his hip, so his only choice is to respond diplomatically.]
Hello? [Off to a smooth start here, he tentatively holds out a hand.] I understand these aren't the best circumstances to make introductions under.. But I assure you, I'm not much of a threat. I'm sure you can tell by looking. [He does hate to undersell himself, but it helps to start off meek and save the threat for later.] Are you lost as well?
[no. 2]
[Hans, of course, takes all of the sympathy and generosity he can get. He laps up the attention quite well, with very little protest beyond what is polite. He has warm, dry clothes now. Not nearly as fine as the garments he arrived in, but they make blending in much easier.
Now that he's had something to eat and a few moments of rest, he feels steady and sure enough to begin pouring over these pamphlets. He'd much prefer word of mouth and face to face conversations to gather information from, but these will suffice. He finds the scrawls and messages left from previous owners of the pamphlets far more informative than the content, sometimes.
His brows furrow, then relax when he happens upon something humorous. He hears staring and glances upward, doing his best to look as polite and harmless as possible in the face of some terribly venomous looks. He casts his eyes around the room, searching for an expression that seems a little more inviting.
There's safety in numbers, after all.
When he happens upon someone who seems less disgusted by him, he very carefully rises from his seat and crosses toward the room to sit with the friendly face. Terribly rude to come uninvited, but he's sure the person across from him will understand.]
I'll watch your back if you watch mine. [He smiles as warmly as he can, awaiting a response.]
1
Her eyes catch the light of the moon, making them glow an ominous green as she remains hidden in the shadows, her expression already painted in a defiant mask at the sight of the last person on Earth she'd wanted to show up here, looking like a drowned rat—just like the last time she saw him. Taking a deep breath, Anna steps out of the shadows. Her skin has turned a pale seafoam; her elbows and shoulders are lined with deadly-sharp spikes, her hands and feet clawed, and she's lost a few inches, to boot.]
Don't worry, Hans. I know you're not much of a threat.
no subject
Of course, those are very minor concerns in the grand scheme of things. What takes priority now is the fact that Anna's eyes are glowing. She steps out of the shadows and Hans doesn't even try to hide his surprise and subsequent disgust with her.]
Anna- you're looking.. well. [He thinks he's funny, so he smirks.] Looks like being an oddity is a family trait, then.
[The threat of being punched onto another beach is an afterthought, but one he accounts for by taking a step backward.]
no subject
After last time I saw you, I'd think you'd want to be a little more careful with what you say around me. I might look odd to you, but it's not just for looks.
no subject
If it's not just for looks, then what else is there? [His voice is dull, but he'll gladly pry for information.]
no subject
Well, not that I've ever done it personally, but I've been told I can do a great job of ripping out someone's throat!
2
[The sound of forced cheerfulness rings out a tad too loudly through the room, and a seat is literally kicked out with one casual boot for Hans without looking at him. The man he's decided to sit with has made no attempt to blend in; he's still dressed in the same dripping coat he arrived in, feet casually up on the table and attempting to light a cigarette with not much success, considering it's been soaked like everything else has.]
What, you think there's gonna be a fight? [He makes a few more valiant attempts he gives up in disgust, tossing the lighter onto the table.] Can't blame you. Gotta say, the atmosphere 'round here ain't the most welcoming. Actin' like I offed their Grandma, but I'd have prolly remembered if that's the case.
[He glances up at Hans, shades covering his eyes.] And you don't look the type.
no subject
Thank you. [He retorts, taking the kicked out seat and raising a brow at the dripping coat and cigarette. He supposes he's seen stranger here already...]
Call it a hunch. [He says it lowly, with a glance around them.] I was hoping they'd pick up on my demeanor before you did, I suppose. [And on an entirely different subject..] Aren't you cold? You're dripping wet.
no subject
Sure I'm cold, but this is my coat. [He protests, pinching his damp collar upright.] No way I'm takin' this thing off. Might not see it again.
1
I ain't lost, no. Someone said there was people washin' up, figured I should come check.
You hurt?
no subject
Is it normal for people to wash up here? [He quirks a brow, but his expression softens and he smiles.]
A little, but not seriously. More disorientated than anything, really.
no subject
[She considers a moment, then comes closer, putting out one clawed hand to shake.] I'm Susan. Susan Delgado.
Ain't the best guide, mayhap, but I'm who's here, so you might's well ask me aught you're wonderin'. I'm guessin' there's a lot of it.
1
[Egon has also washed up on the beach, sputtering on sand and wiping a mass of blonde hair out of his face. After a short time he turned back to Hans so he could return the address.]
I believe so. The car must have run off the bridge-
[But the question is, where are they now?]