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TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH

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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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I'm so glad.

[The comment lacks both sarcasm and genuine thankfulness. Near sways, light flickering into his eyes like faulty lamp bulbs after the switch has been flipped. When Mello moves, he doesn't follow. Remaining where he is, he instead reaches one arm out in front of him, holding it palm up for Mello to take. Despite what his rival has said so far, Near still acts as though he believes the other man will offer him physical assistance. After all, he'd said that he'd take him somewhere better, and if Near's too weak to make it there on his own, why not help him?

He's somewhat amused by the term "fighting form". Near is about as physically capable as a limp rag and everyone knows it. Even with any special abilities he might get from his new form he doesn't expect to be able to take on anyone in anything other than a mental battle. Chances are good that's all Mello means, because things could get interesting otherwise.

If the other man doesn't notice he isn't coming after him soon, well... He can wait.]

[It's only due to his acquired acute hearing that Mello immediately notes that there is no movement behind him. Shade or no, any shift in the environment is enough to ping Mello's awareness. Really? N's going to do this now, when their disdain has been stowed long enough to get him off of the street without an altercation?]

[Exhale.]

[Unfortunately for them both, Mello hasn't learned much in the way of patience. When he turns, his eyes are all annoyance on the brink of challenge, and if Near is fucking with him, he's going to learn the ins and outs in a bad way.]

You'll have to learn to stand on your own.

[In every sense. No, he doesn't expect Near to develop anything resembling physical prowess, but walking? Come on. The look Mello shoots him is nothing short of annoyed, but he takes the hand even if the gesture makes him want to retch up his last meal. His grip is loose, and he wonders how N is going to manage to maintain his hold when he can't seem to maintain much at all, right now.]

No one here is going to kiss your ass, you know. You're not L.

[Never was, really.]

[Near's fingers grasp Mello's and he uses that contact as a focus. Fingers solid, arm solid... the rest of the body should follow. If it doesn't, maintaining focus on his limbs should be enough. That will keep him from slipping through the ground. The speed at which the other man is moving makes it easier. He has to focus and pay attention in order to keep up with him on shorter legs that aren't used to taking him very far on a pace he hasn't set himself.]

Technically I am.

[The title had finally fallen to him with Light gone, after all. He doesn't mean to rub it in. Not really. He's just stating the facts as they are.]

But I understand. I'm very grateful for you help.

[Gracious words spoken in a careless tone. His voice almost becomes static near the end, but it's still easy t make out his words. Luckily for Near, he's always been good at dividing his attention. Otherwise talking while keeping up the focus on his limbs would be a lot more difficult.]

[Technically, you're not. But it's a fruitless debate, so Mello is content to pick up his pace in an attempt to drag N along until they can get inside and Mello can go somewhere else. He shoots Near a sharp glance from the corner of his eye at the statement; there are some things that he was grateful hadn't followed him here.]

[That sentiment is dead.]

Good. Remember this when the time comes to return the favor.

[Tit for tat. The doorway to the building is visible: manned by none other than one of Mello's werebear employees. He looms not far from them, arms crossed over his chest and menace dripping from his silent form.]

[And because he has to know:] Did you die.

[Distinctly lacking a hint of emotion or curiosity.]

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