TEST DRIVE MEME

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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.

Comments

[goryteller]

[His heart drops.]

I would -- hope you won't kill me.

[He chooses his words carefully, his eyes continuously scanning Mitsuhide's face for any changes in his expression. His face is paler now. His shoulders are stiffer.]

I mean, if you wanted to kill me, I wouldn't have much of a choice. Would I? Not with these injuries. Besides, I don't know where I am, and t-there's no one else on this beach.

[He pauses to roll his tongue, trying to build up the saliva that is rapidly evaporating from his mouth. ]

So I'm hoping you won't kill me, I'm hoping for it, and if you did want to do it, I'd like to think you'd have done it before giving me all those lovely shells. I think you would rather help me than hurt me.

[ufufufufu]

[ His hands open in surrender at the hope that he wouldn't kill Katurian. Eyes roll up in an almost comical fashion if they were not talking literal life and death. Mitsuhide shakes his head once that the other really didn't have much of a choice if he did want to kill him. That alone makes him start to giggle just a little under his breath. A soft click of his mouth to agree that there is no one around to save him.

Things are, indeed, looking quite bleak.

He leans forward with his hand lifting before pausing at the comment of "lovely shells." Leaning backwards, his shoulders drop as he makes a pained sort of sound. His eyes slide away from Katurian's face as he frowns. Right. Right. That would be kind of rude. Just a little rude to kill him after helping him find all those shells.

A defeated sigh. ]

Mmn, yes, it seems I want to help you more than hurt you. So it would seem. So it would seem. So! That's off the table, then. Off the table.

[goryteller]

Were you seriously planning on murdering me?

[He can't keep himself from blurring it out. Although he knew intellectually that his life might be at risk, he didn't feel the full emotional enormity of the situation until Mitsuhide retreated. It's a little like calmly avoiding a car accident, only for all of that extra adrenaline to kick in the moment you put your car in park.

He regrets the outburst immediately, bringing his fist to his mouth and biting down. He sucks in a breath before continuing.]

Sorry, sorry, s-sorry, I am -- I am glad that it is off the table. I am very glad. Thank you.

[ufufufufu]

Planning? No.

[ The words barely had any space between them to indicate that there even was a pause between them. His ears lift a little at the idea that he plans anything. The only planning that he has ever done has been for Nobunaga.

He doesn't look particularly offended by the outburst -- his tail wags side-to-side as his head tilts in confusion. ]

You're welcome. It would be very rude. Very rude, indeed, to help you find all those shells and then kill you. I'd have to hold onto them, then, and that was hardly the point of giving them. [ His hands once more open before he smiles. He considers his smile a wide and friendly one, but it always has a bit too much teeth and the corners tremble like he may start laughing at any second. ]

[goryteller]

[Katurian watches the tail swish swish swish, once again mesmerized by the realism of it all. The tail, the ears, the violently declawed fingers. Can a costume really do that much? Mitsuhide is weird (and quite clearly crazy), but is he weird enough to have battery powered prosthetics?

But what's the alternative? he wonders.]

V-Very rude indeed. [He steadies himself with a quick inhale and exhale.] And I haven't known you for very long, but you don't seem like the rude type. Not to me.

[Wasn't very something else wrong with what Mitsuhide said, something that was eclipsed by the threat to his life?

Oh right.]

And, um, it's kind enough for you to offer, but I'm not so cold you need to burn a house down for me. Maybe a blanket would suffice? Or, um, a warm building that isn't on fire, like one with heating. Or something. Where were you planning on fixing me up?

[ufufufufu]

Certainly not what I try to be. But rudeness is in the eye of the beholder.

[ He offers a little shrug. Like when he would give gossip that he heard from one daimyou to the other, it was seen as rude. It wasn't like it was a secret! Why shouldn't he let someone know what is being said. His tail gives a little violent flick. The emotions and anxieties of humans is something that he will never fully understand.

But he likes this human. He smells of fear and pain yet speaks politely and calm. His eyes slide away as he lifts his chin to take another small sniff. No? A little -- maybe moderate -- fear toward him, but not enough to ruin the conversation. His tail swishes about happily as he takes in the scent and decides that it is at "reasonable levels" for a new friend. ]

Is that so? One day someone will be cold enough to let me burn down a house. [ Mitsuhide promises himself this -- because sometimes, one has to treat themselves to a house fire. ] A compromise? Perhaps we can find a wood stove that I could burn something in? Then we have a fire in a house like I want, but no walls on fire like you want.