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graveyardsmash2017-03-10 10:55 am
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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.
Fi | Skyward Sword
[There is a girl without arms in town today.
Not that those with disabilities is a rare occurrence, in a crowded city like this, but having stubs after where her shoulder curves draws attention to how strange she the rest of her is. Even for a newcomer, everything seems not quite right with her, and despite her appearance, she clearly is not (was not?) human. She moves with a certain sense of weightlessness, constantly on the balls of her feet as her blue cloak ripples behind her.
Fi is worried. Or what she would assume would be associated with worry and concern. She had woken up on the beach in this form, dark brown flesh replacing what had once had been shining blue metal, the goddess' chosen hero nowhere to be seen. To make matters worse, she could not sense the Master Sword anywhere, which should have been impossible. She had even calculated the probability to be less than a percent.
Why was she awake? Was the world in danger? Then where was Hyrule. This was not Hyrule. Why was she here? She was a sword, the spirit of it, designed to assist her goddess' hero. Not a breathing human... yet here she was. With pointed ears and fingernails and bright blue hair. In every regards, she was an organic being. But for why? For what purpose?
Eventually, she stumbles into the crowd of locals, all prepped for the bombardment of newcomers. Like many others, she ends being flooded with attention, left, right and centre, but she stares at the local people there with a perfectly neutral expression.
After a moment of being flooded with the questions, and carefully weighing up her option, she turns. Her solid blue eyes scan the crowd, and rather boldly she approaches, bringing her gaggle behind her.]
I would like to procure some of these brochures, but I currently lack the means to do so. [She waves her arm stubs towards the people surrounding her. Some of them look a little uncomfortable, others undeterred.] Would you please provide me some assistance?
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Four: Nymph
So this is... what pain feels like...
[The girl is curled up on the corner of the street, her cloak draped over her shoulders and blanketing her. She breathes heavily, each movement laboured with pain. She had calculated that this was coming, and based on the information gathered this was what she had expected, but feeling... feeling things was different. She couldn't look at it distantly, with simple indifference, but she was here, feeling the anguish in her nerves. She feels the burn within her very soul. Her heart cries at the unfairness of it all, though Fi doesn't know why she thinks that way, when this happens to all newcomers.
She whimpers quietly. She should be screaming, but it's just quiet whimpering as she watches her flesh split down her calves, like tears running ladders down a pair of stockings, revealing not flesh, but bark from an oak tree, thin and grey brown. She can feel it opening on her face as well, down the centre of it, ripping part of her upper lip in the process. Her body twists and cracks as it constantly keeps splitting, blood pooling down from her body and mixing with grit on the pavement. Frothing from the separated skin layers comes a heavy dark moss, beginning to form all around her body. They're not flowering now, so it looks completely ugly, like rust growing on metal, seeming like it came from centuries of neglect rather than spontaneous mutation.
She cries. Fi has never cried before, but she cries now. She wants her goddess to guide her, to tell her what was happening, but she's been deaf to her voice the entire time she's been here. She wants someone to help. Someone to make the pain to stop. Someone to come for her and wake her up from this nightmare and stop this feeling.]
...Master ...Where are you?
four!
Can you hear me? I know it hurts, but you're going to be alright.
[His voice is gentle and calm as he attempts to reassure the poor girl. His own changes have been minor so far, but he remembers how much it hurt when his laurel crown and back-vines grew in. He's better for it, stronger, and he knows this girl will be too but...it still breaks his heart to see a child in pain like this. A child who's also part plant, even, making that sense of kinship and heartbreak all the stronger.]
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She gives a long whimper as the last of her skin breaks for now, the pale green bark mixing with the green and brown, clashing with the blue in her hair and eyes. It's only the first in her series of transformations, but it's over for now at least.]
... My health is dropping at a rapid rate, and there is an 80% chance I may die if I do not have water. I... I... [She winces as pain shoots down her back.] I humbly request your assistance at this time so your words may be true.
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[He reaches for the messenger bag at his side, flipping it open and fumbling around inside. Luckily for Fi, one of Nagisa's best friends is a merboy and he can be...a bit absent minded, at times. Mers need to stay hydrated, so Nagisa's gotten into the habit of always having a bottle of water on him, just in case Jataro forgets his. After a few moments, he succeeds in pulling out the little bottle.]
You need to sit up first...come on...
[After setting the bottle down, he slides a hand underneath Fi to try and help her up. And boy is he glad he did, because that's when he finally notices that this poor girl doesn't have any arms. Would she even be able to sit up on her own?]
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Thanks to Nagisa, Fi ges upright again and she holds back her tears as she feels a lurch in her stomach.]
Is there enough to spare for washing? I believe areas on my external surface would value the water as much as my insides.
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[Just drink, that's really all she should be using her mouth for right now, as far as he's concerned. He doesn't need thanks, this is just what any decent person would do.]
There should be enough to wash you off, though. You can use the whole bottle, I don't need it. So if you've had enough to drink... [His yellow-green eyes rove up and down her body, taking in all the bark, moss, and blood as he tries to figure out where the water would be best put to use as far as cleaning her off is concerned. It's not a very big water bottle, after all. There's only so much of her "external surface" that he can help here.] Where would you like me to pour it?
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My legs experience the greatest amount of discomfort, and have the most plant matter. It would be logical to assume that it needs the most water. [She then closes her mouth, remembering she's not supposed to talk. It's so strange... hearing herself sound so weak.]
Two!
Ah, don't worry about the brochures, they mean well but they're entirely useless!
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The girl blinks up at the young woman she she tilts her head, a little puzzled]
Useless? Is this information misleading?