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TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH

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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[So, being alive sucks. If Megumi were more introspective, she might think how interesting it is that she'd only been (un)dead for two months, compared to her fifteen years of being alive, and yet somehow those two months were enough to ruin the entire experience of being alive for her forever. How amusing is it, that those two months could feel more impactful and real and part of her than her actual lifetime? But Megumi's not that deep, so all she can consider as she picks her way through the streets of Bavan in an outfit you couldn't pay her to wear but it's all she was given, is that being alive fucking sucks.

That is, assuming this isn't just the actual afterlife.

She hasn't quite put together that she's "other" here, even disregarding how badly her pink hair makes her stick out. And no one's told her about the whole turning-into-a-monster thing. So when she's abruptly handed a pamphlet by someone who almost looks apologetic, she actually reads it instead of instantly tossing it aside. It just so happens to be for vampires. The more she reads, the more her brow furrows and her frown deepens.]

Who wrote this garbage? Are they serious about this? [The pamphlet sure reads seriously, like whoever wrote it buys wholeheartedly into what it's saying.]

I made this up it doesn't have a number
[Remember that whole "couldn't pay her to wear this outfit" thing? We're remedying that. But Megumi's having some trouble trying to find a store that sells something worth fucking buying, and no tailors or custom manufacturers will sell to her. They keep saying weird things like "you're going to shred it in a month anyway" and "I won't have you disrespecting my craft" and also "you don't even have any money". After about five or six repetitions of this conversation, Megumi finally blows up at the next poor clerk treating her like the future monster she is.]

What are you even talking about!? Are you trying to say I'm fat?? I didn't want to buy your stupid clothes anyway!

Serious, yet misinformed for the most part.

[She may not have been speaking specifically to the blue haired boy a little ways away, but he's answering all the same. He's not at all bothered by her bright pink pigtails, actually, they kind of help put him at ease. They make him think of Kotoko, even if this girl is a little older than his friend.]

[His arms are full of pamphlets, nearly all of them crumpled up or torn. It's hard when you're a nymph and inconsiderate assholes just throw their garbage wherever. Littering is so inconsiderate!!! Even if these pamphlets are crap, he won't stand for people just throwing them on the ground instead of in the trash where they belong.]

You will turn into a monster, we all do. But these pamphlets were all written by human natives. They don't really know what it's like.

[Well at least the monster thing would explain this boy's green skin and eyes. Not to mention the golden crown of laurels that seems to be growing from his head and the vines hanging down his back, under his suit jacket, from his shoulder blades.]

Edited (megumi is one girl, not two....go me) 2017-03-12 01:33 (UTC)

I'll say, [she replies before actually looking at whoever's responding to her. When she does, she looks visibly repulsed, dropping the pamphlet and raising her arm reflexively to her chest, as if to defend herself from this creepy plant child. All thoughts of how inaccurate the vampire pamphlet is go out the window.]

Eugh, what happened to you? I don't need more of these stupid things [vague gesture to the pile of leaflets in his arms] especially if you've touched them.

[Did that "we all turn into monsters" go in one ear and out the other? You bet.]

H-Hey, pick that back up! Don't just drop it on the ground, that's littering!!

[Apparently her inadvertent littering is a bigger deal here than the insult to his appearance. Not that he isn't a little annoyed by that too, but it can wait a minute or two. Or five. Or however many it takes for this rude teen to pick her pamphlet back up.]

[She hasn't even registered that she dropped the pamphlet in surprise, so it takes her a moment to realize what he's talking about. She finally spies the discarded paper a couple feet away, having twisted and turned in the air on the way down. Her gaze lingers on it for a moment, like she's really truly contemplating picking it up, but like, come on, did you think she actually would? Plus (as she finally makes the connection between his words and the pamphlets in his arms) this kid appears to have things covered.]

It's right there. Why don't you go get it, since that's your job? [She's just assuming he's being paid to do this. Why else would someone go around picking up garbage? Nobody does that for fun.]

Because I'm not the one who dropped it, you are. You need to take responsibility for your own actions. This isn't my job, the only reason I picked all these [He raises his arms a little to indicate that he's talking about the pamphlets.] up myself is because the culprits had already disappeared. Trust me, had I caught them in the act, I would have told them the same thing.

[He is definitely not getting paid for this. Granted, he's also not doing it for fun so she's not exactly wrong in that regard. This is most out of...moral outrage and obligation than anything. Littering hurts the environment.]

[As a nymph, he's very against that.]

[Is she seriously getting lectured by this weird...plant thing. Is this really happening. She still hasn't figured out if this is some elaborate dying fever dream and this is not helping in that regard. Also if you think Megumi "I've never done anything wrong in my life" Shimizu is gonna take responsibility for accidentally dropping a piece of paper then you would be incredibly wrong.]

Don't you have anything better to do? It's just paper.

[Yes. Yes she is. She is absolutely getting lectured by this plant child. He's very quickly losing his patience, however. Because holy shit, how hard is it to pick up a piece of paper?]

Paper that belongs in a trash can, not on the ground! Pick. It. Up!! [He snarls each word aggressively, baring his teeth and revealing a mouth full of spike-like fangs. Even the grass around Megumi's feet seems to ripple threateningly.]

[Or well...as threateningly as grass can ripple. Literally any plant would have been better for this, but for someone who's still trying to master his control of plants, a menacing grass ripple is the best he can do.]

[Wow this really is the hill this child is gonna die on. Her first thought is to keep being dismissive and derisive, but those fangs give her pause. She is human again, after all, and even if this is the afterlife, who's to say she can't die again? Or at least be seriously maimed and in pain forever.

So she does it. She walks over, picks up the paper, and wads it in her hands. And then walks back over and disdainfully drops it on top of the rest of the pamphlets the kid is holding. She's intimidated by the threat display but not that intimidated.]

There you go. In the trash, where it belongs. [Yeah cause that won't set him off.]

[Well she...technically DID do what he asked. Halfway, anyway. He's definitely not a trashcan, but she DID pick the paper up. And that fact alone seems to placate the boy a little bit. He stops baring his fangs, at least, though he still looks annoyed.]

Not quite. But clearly you're dumber than you look, so I suppose this is the best I can hope for.

[He turns on his heel, making sure to raise one of the long, bump-covered vines on his back so that it slaps Megumi across the face as he turns. Assuming she doesn't dodge it, of course.]

[He's not actually leave, however, just walking a few feet to go dump all these pamphlets in the nearest trashcan where they belong. Once that's done, he turns to face her again, folding his arms over his chest.]

I'm a nymph, to answer your question. Like I said, everyone who is brought here turns into a monster. It's inevitable.

[It does slap her, and between that and his outright insulting her, she's all set to shove her foot so far up his ass you don't even know. But he reiterates that everyone turns into a monster, and it finally registers this time and stops her dead in her tracks.]

Everyone who's "brought" here? [Nobody took her here; she died. Totally not the same, right?] I wasn't brought here, so there's no way I'm ending up like you.

[Nagisa raises a brow, smirking in a condescending sort of way.]

How exactly do you think you came to be here, then? You're definitely not a native of this world, not with hair like that.

I died, obviously. [OBVIOUSLY.] And what do you mean, "native"? Who's a native of the afterlife?

Haven't you realized yet? You aren't dead. [I mean, duh. Do you feel dead?] The Fog God intervened at just the right moment and brought you here, to Ryslig, instead. This isn't the afterlife. It's something more akin to an alternate universe, a space-time separate from your own.

[Natsuno used to think he wouldn't care about what happens after his death. He didn't even care about actually dying back there in the pit, because he knew he things would finally be over.

Except nothing was over. He was trapped again, forced back into a twisted existence by a force that was going to turn him into another monster. And to see her of all people – screw this, he does care what happens after death because this is clearly some sort of hell –

Maybe she didn't notice him.]

[Wishful thinking on Natsuno's part. Unfortunately Megumi has a sixth stalking sense, so the moment she sees hair as unnatural as hers in the corner of her vision, you bet she's peering to get a closer look. And when she realizes who it belongs to...

Well, there's a lot of emotions, actually. A lot. Megumi's spent the entire last month thinking Natsuno is dead and cremated, and had resigned herself to never seeing him again. When she'd first arrived here and realized she was alive again, the idea of getting to see Natsuno wasn't even remotely on her radar, even when she considered that this might be the afterlife. So the span of her reaction to seeing someone so dear to her is probably something like the kind of surprise that makes the bottom of your stomach drop out, and then relief, and then intense happiness that compels her to screech in public without caring about who might notice her.]

Yuuki!!

[Her voice is like nails on chalkboard. Anger bubbles up in Natsuno's chest when he hears how excited she is, like this is supposed to be some heartwarming reunion. Worse, it makes people look.

For a few moments he stares at his pamphlet without reading it, stubbornly ignoring her. She deserves nothing from him. But now that Megumi noticed him she won't just go away. Finally, Natsuno raises his eyes and gives her a flat look.]

Shimizu. [There's ice in his voice.] So you're here too.

[Uh it IS a heartwarming reunion, idk what you're talking about. In Megumivision, she's running across a meadow with shoujo tears in her eyes and Natsuno is smiling and holding his arms out to embrace her and everyone is clapping.

But in reality she stops a few feet away, taken aback by the flatness of his tone. Isn't he happy to see her? Or, maybe... Well, let's think about it. The last time he saw her, she was trying to turn him into a vampire. Then stupid Tohru had to ruin it, and Natsuno ended up dying and not rising up. Is he mad at her for that? Does he blame her for effectively ending his life, even if she hadn't been the one to bite him?

Because, like, that's totally not her fault and he should know that.

Megumi pouts and clasps her hands behind her back. Best play this one safe, until she knows just how he feels about the whole situation.]

Of course I'm here too! [This is probably the afterlife, after all.] Did you just wash up? How long have you been standing here?

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