TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME: MAY

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 of the natives are trying to get on your good side with 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? 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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Jimmy Two-Shoes | Also Jimmy Two-Shoes

[awesmazings]

2)

[So Jimmy is well used to being surrounded by and experiencing strange things. That's not usually a problem for him since he goes through that almost every day. In fact, he relishes the weird, because otherwise life (or un-life, in his case) would be boring, wouldn't it? He's definitely a glass half-full kind of boy. No matter where he is or what's going on, there's got to be something said about being able to make fun out of nothing, which is what Jimmy usually does.

...but this isn't Miseryville, and he still has no idea how he ended up here. Not only that, but he's not the only one here. When he first woke up on the beach, the first thing he saw was something that would usually strike terror into everyone else. Monsters, not many of them demons but still nothing unusual to his eyes. But when he first meets a human, that very person shoving pamphlets into his arms before he can speak, he's left taken aback. He doesn't notice those looking on at him with hatred for what he'll soon become, too preoccupied with trying to get the attention of any monster he sees.]

Hey, uh-! Could you tell me what a human is? These brochures say you guys eat them or something, right?

[Says the boy who is, in fact, very much human. He also isn't freaking out about having been something else before, so...it's a bit odd, to say the least.]

3)

[You shouldn't follow the voices of weird whispers in your head, but does that stop Jimmy? Absolutely not, because he's in Dyster now after having just...wandered for a while, curious to see what else there was to see on this Peninsula. He has absolutely no idea what he's looking for out here other than a disembodied voice who said to look for them, and he was apparently happy to oblige. Lucky for him he's not smack in the middle of the town yet, so maybe he's safe from being jumped by followers, angry for trespassing or whatever they might do to neutrals or potential Fourths who wander in.

Jimmy is both and neither of these things at the same time, he's just here to have a good time, alright.]

Hellooooo? Anybody here? Someone told me to come out here, sooo...I'm here now! So come out, come out, wherever you are!

2!

[fretless]

[Nice afternoon walk, interrupted! But that's alright. Ibuki's attention span is juuuuust short enough for her to need a distraction, anyway.

But that's definitely a weird question. Is he talking like, philosophical? Because she's pretty sure this kid is a human.
Or maybe they're not called humans where he's from? That could also make sense!
Hmmmm.]

Oh, my my - everyone's handing you all those brochures about the splendid monster lifestyle, and they haven't even told you what a human is!?
Luckily for you, Ibuki has a super easy answer to your question!

[Reaching out, she pats his head. Like she's a teacher or something.]

You're a human, little dude!

Mettaton | Undertale

[mettatronic]

A. Arrival.

[He's human.

He woke up on a shore with a face full of sand, clothes heavy and sticking to his skin, and then he realized as he rolled up to a sitting position and started to straighten himself up that that was due to water, he was soaked to the bone and still running, and then he noticed the softness of everything under those clothes and felt himself up and down, sides (oh, my god, those are ribs he feels), squishy, squishy cheeks...!

And a surge of ebullient excitement took him over and set his circuits (or...? Not really circuits?) singing. He hugged himself and spun with a little hip-waggling dance, stretched his arms out, took a roll out on the beach and rested on his back to kick one leg high in the air, toe pointed...

Goodness gracious, if he only had a mirror.

He's sure he looks handsome as all hell, though.

But as with many things? It never hurts to have an audience.

In his striding around with a brand-new level of bounce 'n swagger to his step to get his bearings, at some point, his hot-pink eye fixes on a passerby - and the lucky winner is...!

He snaps his fingers in the air before turning his hand, bent as if to beckon, and calls out, a blinding grin on his face.]

Excuuuuse me there, darling!

[And, if they stop, he'll take a couple of long, dance-like steps closer, pausing a moment to flick the hair out of his eyes.]

But would you mind feasting your eyes a moment?

[And with that? In a flash, he's thrust his arms his in the air, crossing the left behind the right, and, hip cocked, turned about forty-five degrees for a pose.

To his credit? He's not bad-looking, esp. for someone decked out in a manner akin to a still somewhat damp, sea-salt-scented 1980's pop-rocker. Sleek, standing a couple inches above six feet tall, and, well, rocking confidence.

But he's not just loving himself right now. He's a new shade of fascinated with himself, and it may just be palpable.]


B. A club in Bavan.

[It's not going to last, and Mettaton isn't one to let himself linger.

Today? He's been pushing all sense of having been cheated out of this perfect body aggressively to the side of his mind. He's going to live it up in his brand-new skin all he can, and this in particular has been a fun day - a financially irresponsible one, though he's still not used enough to the idea of being effectively broke here enough to give it much thought - one that's taken him to a dance floor, over and around which the music is a bit old-fashioned, but in a charming way! He can shake it to this.

And at some point, one at which it seems a magnet-pull has called a few people together to commence macking or simply showing off for each other? He'll swoop in on someone who seems to be solo here, brow raised in invitation and grin stretching from ear to ear.]

May I have this dance?

[He doth call most melodically.]


C. Manticore. Network.

[And it is here that the party ends. Or has ended, rather. His forearms and legs are growing in spotted fur, and a couple of flamingo-wings have come sprouting out of his back.

Don't get him wrong, they're very nice wings - and surely getting aerial transportation back can't be a bad thing - but, and maaaaybe this is partly attempt to minimize, but they're... not convenient.

And with that in mind? He makes a post to the network.]

< MTT >

GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!

I hope you're having an AMAZING day, one and all! Has it been mundane? Has it been wild? Whether it's any of the above or other, there are ever so many ways in which one CAN be amazed! So many flavors of fine! A whole wide world's worth of wonders which we walk, weird and !

Speaking of wonders! It occurs to me that I'm STILL not sure where the best clothing boutiques are for the winged among us!

Do you have any recommendations? If you do, then please, let's hear them!

Feel free to recommend any other hotspots on the peninsula that can't be ignored, as well! When Mettaton posts, let it be for the greater good-- which, if you ask moi, involves freedom for all to live the good life!!!


D. Wildcard.

[Have anything else in mind? Feel free to request a prompt or hit me with one of your own!]

A

[taedofthisshit]

[In contrast to the overexcited superstar, Tae is incredibly grumpy that she's woken up on a beach with no memory of how she has gotten here. She hasn't gotten any younger, so her joints and body ache incredibly. She's been spitting water out of her mouth for a while now, and she was just doing so again when she hears the rather loud cry. Tae glances around, hoping to hell he wasn't talking to her, and she sighs when she realises indeed he is.]

Feast my eyes?

[She sourly looks over to the fabulous man. He's not bad-looking at all, but she's an old lady who's used to being surrounded by her grandson's handsome friends. This is the norm for her. Still, his sense of style is... completely foreign to her. Also what the hell is he doing?]

... Right. Are you done being stupid already?

Mari Ohara | Love Live! Sunshine!!!

[glowshine]

2.

[ If anyone was super concerned about the aimlessly-wandering teenage girl floating around the city, they don't need to be... The little blonde thing has her arms full of pamphlets-- ALL OF THEM --pressed to her chest, hopping around from person to person on the street.

Normal human doing normal human things. ]

Ciaaaa~aaao! Won't you please take these faaaaabulous travel brochures? I have been finding them all over the place and they seem to showcase all of this cities amenities!

[ She fumbles with one of them which reads So You're Becoming a Fur Bearing Trout. Uh... ]

R-Right here, this one says that the fur-bearing trout is a rare and beautiful creature who sheds their luxurious fur to--... Lay their eggs on the lakebed and have the most natural predat--... [ BAD EXAMPLE ]

You there! Do you want a brochure? [ She bounds up cheerfully with What To Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster) thrust out before her to a random person/creature. No personal space bubble whatsoever. ]

Did you know that the first signs of becoming a monster involve steadily-growing tingling sensations in all of your body parts and sometimes the urge to sleep? It's just like when a caterpillar changes into a shiii~iiny butterfly!

Isn't that exciting? Look here at all the other ones I have...!

[fretless]

[Personal space not needed, luckily! Ibuki's a nonbeliever in such a thing.
So she doesn't even flinch when that brochure pushed out at her, though she does blink at it a bit in confusion.

... And then snorts in amusement, her trio of tails starting to wag. Don't be scared of the sharp teeth, she's friendly!]

No way, no way! That's totally wrong! It's more like all your bones decide to go rogue all at once, and sometimes they manage to escape!
No tingling at all!
But why are you trying to give Ibuki all your pamphlets? Those are super informational, you're gonna need them!

Finnick Odair | Hunger Games

[victorofsecrets]

1

[Beach. Sand. All of it's familiar to him. The beach is a second home, and Finnick doesn't realize anything is wrong until he pushes himself up and hears the sound of gunfire. With his instincts wired for more deadly opponents, he's on his feet within an instant. Just as quickly, he takes in and processes his surroundings. Nothing looks familiar, nothing looks like his District. The Hunger Games? No, that had been over for some time. A nightmare? The small scraps and scratches sting a bit too much to be a dream. Then what? The Games had a process, they wouldn't just drop them into the arena without some kind of fanfare.

Maybe it was. It didn't make sense, but the Capital wasn't always sensical. Then, he needs a weapon. As he walks, that is his primary goal, but he keeps his eyes open for possible contenders.]

2

[Smile. Charm. He's grown used to using his appearance and charisma to his advantage. When a flyer is passed his way, he smiles, asks for more details, and then finds he doesn't like the answer. Well then, this was frustrating. Monster? Sure. He was becoming a monster then.

That doesn't stop him from asking. He needs some real information here. There are people back at home who need him.]

Wildcard

[Anything else can go here!]

2

[taedofthisshit]

Bah! What nonsense is this? [Like Finnick, she's trying to collect information. However, incredibly unlike him, Tae has none of the grace and charisma he possesses. She stares at her fliers in disbelief, having a good mind to throw them back in the woman's face.]

Honestly... who can believe this trash? The only decent thing you've said is where I am. Now if I'm trapped here, just say so, so I can move on with my life. [She glances to Finnick, assuming he's not native from his... attire.] Honestly...

Ethan Winters - Resident Evil 7

[goddammitmia]

(may include spoilers to the game and the RE Timeline!)

[Scenario 2]- A meal

Ethan Winters was not the smartest man when stressed, and even less so when he's a world he doesn't understand and reading items he can't comprehend. The literature was nonsensical even by the Baker Estate standards. People turn into monsters and then consume humans? That's preposterous! Well...at least not without the aid of a virus. It's been nearly 20 years since the outbreak in Raccoon City, and three since the massive bio-weapon sieges of Lanshiang, Tall Oaks and Edonia, monsters had become few and far between. So to be told that not only were they real but he would become one rattled the systems engineer.

All he wanted was to go back to Mia...and a snack, as Ethan heard his stomach growling.

"Erm...excuse me, do you have any snacks?" he asked a nearby shop only to be turned away. So much for southern hospitality he remarked. Surviving the Baker Family brought one hell of a munch drive. With the Codex offline and unable to read his vitals, Winters set out to try again in another place, "Excuse me?"

[Scenario 3] - Voices open to any god!

As soon as he heard the first voice, Ethan was on edge. He thought he was safe from Evie and her influence...Oh how wrong he was. He stumbled across the crossroads late at night, trying to figure out just where the voices were coming from. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!

But here he was...following voices and knowing they were up to no good.

[Scenario 4a] - Literally wear your heart on your sleeve (Lich)

Dying had to be the worst experience for Ethan...and that was saying something. He was fully conscious when he felt his heart give out, a splitting pain he had no idea existed! As his consciousness faded, his right leg gave out along the line where Jack Baker had unceremoniously chopped it off during the first few hours of the Estate. His left hand fell off, as if the staples once holding it onto his body never existed. If any signs of life remained in Ethan Winters, it had to be the Codex. The mysterious device beeped back to life, now with a saccharine heart beating along the void that now resided in Ethan's chest.

He wakes up, and through fogging eyes, he seeks his first meal: a fresh soul to steal.

[Scenario 4b] - The Grave Will Out the Truth (Nymph)

"No no no no," Ethan tried to keep himself calm in a corner of the park as he saw the black veins arise from his increasingly greenish pale skin. He knew this sign, he knew what this meant: the Mold. He was infected, he never took a serum, he was just as infected as the Bakers. He believed the folly that he had escaped Eveline's twisted notion of a family...

The worst part had to be feeling as his internal organs moved around, changed to become suitable for a hybrid life. But God, the more pain he felt, the hungrier he became. He could feel the filaments of fungi around him and where a wandering hunter had stumbled upon.

Jack's words came back to haunt the starved and newly turned nymph Boy's got to eat. And I haven't had supper.

Scenario 4b (Naga)

[mastermisterdoctor]

Stephen hasn't quite gotten the hang of moving around with a tail yet. By some cruel trick of fate, the first changes he got were the most drastic. His upper half was still quite ordinary, his bottom half was a long, red-and-yellow-and-black coral snake.

"Hey!"

The doctor called out in the park, his blue robes were a bit worse for the wear from all the times he'd faceplanted trying to figure out how to slither, but he heard the tell-tale cries of someone undergoing changes as well, and wanted to help.

Fray Myste | Final Fantasy XIV | Troll for TDM purposes

[looselythreaded]

2)

[If he's being fair, it's a moral dilemma for most unlike any other they've probably ever faced. To kill or be killed is a difficult conditional, of course... but isn't that just another grand stageplay production of the same? If he's being fair, it's troublesome. But if life doesn't need to be fair about the hand it deals, neither does he about the one he plays.

It's probably not fair, either, that a small group of teenage boys have been following him down the street at a less-than-comfortable distance for a while now. It certainly must appear strange, a fully-masked figure of indeterminate gender (or humanity) with telling crystalline structures all over him strutting along like he owns the place...

As far as they're concerned, though, he obviously does. Why else would they feel so threatened?

Fray ducks around a corner toward an alley, coming up with a plan. He's bereft of both blade and staff, and the means to properly channel them as well. But a resourceful combatant who damn well wants to survive knows to use his environment to his advantage.

The second the first one turns the corner, thinking him perhaps stupid by the incredulous look on his face, he is whacked hard with a glass bottle to his face, shattering it and knocking the boy to the ground where he lays bleeding. The rest pull out knives and guns.]

Oh, isn't this cute. Ranged bastards to go with the rogues. What upstanding youth, volunteering your lives to protect your city!

[He slams the glass to their feet, forcing them back, when one loudly fires off their gun and clips one of the crystals on his shoulder. It splinters; Fray hisses and draws back, tensing. He needs a weapon, and the only thing resembling true stone in the area is the masonry of the streets...]

Too bad your city doesn't give a damn about you. The second you prove to be a liability, it'll chew you out and spit you up the same way. They'll dump your corpse as a sacrifice to us.

[...Except for one place. He stands up straight again and breaks off a chunk of crystal from the one with the bullet lodged in it, then flicks it at another boy with such force that it pierces his midsection and makes him double over in pain.]

Well? Will you choose to end your life as a feast for the damned, or as a martyr for the righteous? Hurry up and pick before I make your choice for you!

[For such a short thing, he's awfully loud, the sound carrying down the street and probably over a few as well.]

3)

[It's disgusting. It makes him feel ill just watching them.

The Fog followers of Dyster dancing around the bonfire just reminds him far too keenly of the Amalj'aa, of the scent of burning desert foliage and heat against his skin. But more to the point, they remind him of false gods, of the prayers offered to misshapen deities that take their form from the selfish desires of their children. The Ixal and their need for dominion; the Kobolds and their need for expansion; the Amalj'aa, the Sahagin, the tempered Sylphs, and frankly, all the rest of Eorzea along with them.

Prayer achieves nothing when the desire that drives it is flawed at its core. Feeling as if he might spew bile just being within several yalms of them, he manipulates the dust at their feet to kick up around them and cover the bonfire until it is little more than smouldering wood. Meanwhile, the dancers have stopped dancing, and now look with great affront at him.

Unfortunately, this doesn't scare him in the slightest as he gestures broadly.]

If your god won't answer me with her actions, then why don't you with your words: just what has she done for you that makes you so infatuated with her? What has she done for you that you couldn't have accomplished on your own godsdamned merit?!

[And on the flip side, the Fourth doesn't seem to necessitate worship and validation for his shitty self-esteem. Funny, that...]

zelos wilder | tales of symphonia

[pimpplan]

1. | the future's not ours to see

[ Waking up face first on the beach was not an unfamiliar position for Zelos. This was certainly not the first bender he'd have been on, nor would it probably have been the last. The only thing is that there was no glittering city behind him that was the signature staple of the resort city Altamira.

And last he checked, he wasn't anywhere near here last he remembered.

Before he could piece together where he was prior to now, he caught a glimpse of someone walking along the shoreline. He dusted himself off, and started waving his hands. ]

Oi! Shrimp! Over here!

[ Knowing him, whoever he was flagging down was probably much bigger than he was. Irony tended to haunt him at every turn. ]

2. | que sera, sera

I get the drill already, sweetheart. You come here, some weird stuff happens, you turn into a monster. I've heard a million times before.

[ He's leaning against the wall, trying to flirt with one of the locals who was trying to give him some pamphlets. He graciously took it out of her hand, and dropped it on the floor. ]

But what about the real good scoop? Where do you go to meet cute girls like yourself? Where's someone gotta go to have some fun around here? Everyone's so uptight, they're worried about some god stuff... it's all just he-said she-said, right?

[ His experience with religion, particularly organized religion, hasn't really been the best. ]

3. | whatever will be, will be

< THECOOLEST >

so
if you dont have a physical form, does that mean you can pass through walls??
can you go into rooms and stuff? without being detected??




asking for a friend

<twoshoes>

[awesmazings]

do you mean like a ghost or something?
that sounds so cool!

[This also isn't a helpful response.]

Callisto | Xena, Warrior Princess

[givemeoblivion]

i.

[Callisto has already been to the underworld. This isn't it. Where do gods go when they die? She'd hoped that they, of all beings, would be allowed to disappear into nothingness after their typically lengthy existence, but that doesn't seem to be the case at all. Once again she's been denied the finality she desires so greatly, and this realization causes her to let out a frustrated scream skyward even as she lays in the sand.

Whatever power she had as a god is gone. She can feel that already and it only adds insult to injury. She rolls onto her stomach, fingers digging claw-like into the sand. This can't continue forever, with her being tossed around from one existence to the next. Whoever brought her here would come to regret that decision, even if she's completely powerless.]

Where is this?

[She yells out to the world at large, expecting something omnipotent to hear her. What she needs first is acknowledgement.

ii.

Don't bother handing me any more. I'll just burn them.

[It would be good fuel for her campfire, anyway. They seem to have plenty of colorful ink and paper to spare so it would hardly be a waste, which is a bit of a pity. She's literate enough to understand the gist of what's on them, but there are still a lot of terms and phrases that are completely beyond her and she doesn't care enough to figure them out.

Despite what she's just said, she grabs a pamphlet out of someone else's hands and begins idly folding it as she walks.]

Can't even hire a proper town crier.

iii.

[Compared to all the other strange locations she's seen in this world so far, this one is the most familiar. Even here there exists a certain amount of technology beyond that of her time period, but at least some of the structures are more similar.

That doesn't mean she likes it. It's just easier to understand.]

Not much of a hideaway if just anyone can wander into it, is it?

[Someone like her. They might be surprised at how much damage she could do, even as a human. A god should be able to hear her musing out loud in their domain, right? If this was her own world, one might even appear to contest her. Their egos demanded it.]

iv.

This world is a joke. And I'm tired of these games!

[With an animalistic shriek, Callisto slams a metal trash bin into the brick wall of an alleyway. Then she pulls back, cradling her head in her hands. She's experienced pain before. Pain is nothing. She laughs her way through it. But this, this is a different sort of feeling entirely.

She's mid-transformation, the tells of her new monster form quite obvious by now, and she's looking for a new target to vent her frustrations on.]

((ooc: Special wildcard prompt! I couldn't decide what monster to pick, so you get to pick it for me. Choose one in your header and I'll pick a concept for it on the spot to respond with.))

ii

[taedofthisshit]

Honestly, that's all this sort of thing is good for. What's printed on that is garbage... bah...

[Tae is more muttering to herself than deliberately trying to start a conversation. She herself is reading a number of pamphlets idly, and she's actually worked her way through a good chunk of them given to her, if the messy pile tucked in her basket is anything to judge by.]

Hmph... The last thing we need is more noise in this damned place.

Lucille | Un monstre à Paris (A Monster in Paris)

[laseineetmoi]

o1.) [This is very solidly outside the realm of expertise of someone whose only real realm of expertise is sass and Cabaret performances. Lucille was no fool and she was no helpless waif, either, but waking up drenched and with a mouthful of sand on an extremely unfamiliar beach with the air reeking of gunpowder and several sets of inhuman footprints lining the sand all around her left something to be desired. Many somethings, in fact.]

[Still, she sat up with a remarkable amount of grace and took in her surroundings, drawing her knees slowly toward her chest and becoming quite small, but only for a moment. The next, she's standing and scoffing at the state of her dress.]

Achhh, well at least I wasn't especially fond of this color.

o2.) [Thankfully, it seemed that at least some of the locals were some degree of friendly, if oddly so. Lucille, upon finding her way into a more populated area of Ryslig, found herself bombarded with what was clearly put-upon kindness by people who seemed to fear her, saying all manner of oddities like "Until it happens, you are welcome here,". Until what happened? She had tried asking a few times, only to be tutted at and given vague half-answers and shown to an array of tri-fold pamphlets of information.]

[Very nearly all of this information made little or no sense at all to the singer, but she found herself taking a seat and paging through each leaflet anyway, trying to garner some form of understanding.]

...Really now, I'm quite certain "Bunnyipyip" isn't even a word. And everyone is looking at me like I'm the odd one.

02;

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Katsura had been standing around the pamphlets for awhile now, stuffing in between the display whenever people were not looking.. pamphlets of his own. There was the classic: Timer bombs and You, an Introduction to Jouishishi Rebellion, among straight forward and somewhat gloomy pamphlets: The End if Nigh... If You're a Samurai, to some that might be comical but also confusing: What Cats Have the Softest Paws? For Animal Lovers.

Once Lucille has made it clear that she isn't moving anytime soon, therefore she will bare witness to him stuffing his own propaganda into the pamphets (where did they come from anyway--? Don't you know he's more prepared than L*pin when it comes to everything?)

He makes a coughing sound to get her attention-- if she doesn't look his way, he'll cough again, but then very pointedly look away from her, as if he was trying to act nonchalant.

Finally: ]</sub>

If you're trying to educate yourself, I suggest you read another.
_{[ like his, for example. What did the change in Edo have to do with this girl? Absolutely nothing. ]}

Tae Seragaki | Dramatical Murder

[taedofthisshit]

3. Hell calls for me

[There's no reason to follow voices in your head. Tae wouldn't even consider herself the type to follow voices that seemingly had no source if she was conscious of it. After all, that's what the reports on brainwashing said it sounded like, right? Nothing good could come out of something like this.

However, like all those who succumb to the siren's spell, she finds herself walking to a door in Vandare. She opens it up with her surprisingly strong hands and then the next she knows, she's in one of the god's sacred realms. The Fourth's arcade, filled with retro lights and gaming consoles of all different kinds. Though it's hardly Tae's scene, it reminds the old woman of Midorijima. Home is filled with old-fashioned technology, and a washed out colour scheme, and it smells an awful lot like her kitchen with those cookies that seem to be just sitting on the counter innocently.]

Bah... Who the hell called me here?

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4. Old woman gets limb enhancements (Simulacrum)

[Tae is old. Even though she'd never admit her age, it's clear by the age in her face and the wear on her fingertips, that she's older than most human women in Ryslig. She carries it well though and she walks around as if she's young and spritely, with a basket of medicine she's made for the hospital on her arm.

However, the god of this realm is merciless with her tendrils of the fog, which curl through each and every street corner. Even though she's on the streets, far from any clinic or hospital, her changes hit her hard.

She falls.

She's fallen before because of overwork, and she had been lucky that it was only a minor dislocation of her hip that could be treated at home. However, she had been warned that if she fell again, she may not be so lucky. In the brief moment before she hits the ground, horror fills her face.

When she hits the ground, she hisses loudly, her pride keeping her from screaming. Her fragile skin rips down her arms, and like liquid escaping a rubber bag, her flesh begins to gush out, as if the collagenous fibers in her connective tissues had simply stopped working. She stares at her arms in horror as she sees her veins and arteries pull themselves out of the flesh and snap, sparking like live wires, before what seems like steel begin to slowly form outwards from her bones, like how candle wax drips down a candle before hardening. Layer by layer it drips there, some of it succumbing to gravity and dropping to the floor.

And all she can do is stare. She can't get up. She can only watch as the black metal begins to form in her arms.]

... The hell is this?

4

[godofnothingness]

[Honestly, Loki has no idea what he's watching. He WAS going to go help the old woman up. Except now her arm is melting into a mess of wires and metal and...well.

That's not normal. Normal monsters? Do not look like that. So he's rather frozen in his horror, stuck watching with wide eyes until she speaks.] B...Bloody hell, [he manages, only barely shaking sense back into himself.] ...Can you feel that..!?

Lucille Sharpe | Crimson Peak | Harpy

[blackmothwings]

1. Scenario 1

She wakes up to a maddening ringing in her ears, and her head pounds, keeping her subdued for a moment longer than she'd like. Everything feels like a dream; her thoughts are, for a moment, incoherent and disorderly. The warmth of the sun touches upon her feathers, the smell of salt water floods her senses, and the coarseness of the sand confuses her. It had been snowing at Allerdale Hall, after all, and it had been dreadfully cold.

Eventually, she manages to sit up, but not without starting at her scaled limbs. Oh, but it doesn't take long at all for her to remember the changes, and the agony that came with them. She wonders how long she's been asleep; anger boils up inside of her, if only because she remembers her dream, and in that dream, the butterfly kills the moth when it should have been the other way around.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulls herself up and onto her feet. Her feathers stand on end and they make her look bigger than she actually is, betraying the fact that she'd agitated.

"I am... famished," she says, straightening her back and looking directly ahead of her; she feels as though she hasn't eaten in years, and she's furious enough to take her rage out on some poor, hapless soul. And, after some deliberation, she begins her hunt.

2. Scenario 2

She can't help but watch the humans as they busily hand out pamphlets to the poor, hopeless newcomers. It's difficult to tell what Lucille is thinking; her unblinking gaze is cold and expressionless, and her stance, tall and rigid, makes her look both elegant and imposing. The feathers, talons and wings don't exactly help. Blending in isn't exactly an option, but being a monster makes it much easier for her to dispose of those who slight her, without consequence. All she has to do is feign remorse and spin stories about how she was so very hungry. Those terrible urges make for a spectacular excuse.

She continues to watch, lightly fanning herself with a black lace fan, while trying to decide what she ought to do with herself. She can see that the humans are quite insistent on handing out their brochures; she almost feels frustrated, watching them fawn, gawk and thrust their papers onto people. the harpy finally steps out from the shadows, causing one of those humans to gawk at her, surprised by her presence.

"I'm afraid no words can prepare these poor creatures for what they are to experience," Lucille says, taking a brochure, her claws digging lightly into the thin paper. She looks to whoever stands beside her, and she smiles politely; it lacks warmth.

"However, I suppose insufficient information is better than a complete lack of it."

She reads over the words, continuing to casually fanning herself, and it's still so hard to tell what she's actually thinking.

"It would be better to ask a monster, than to rely on something like this."

2

[mastermisterdoctor]

"Fine," came a voice behind her. It man in blue robes, looking both angry and worried at the same time, his brows furrowed.

"You're a 'monster,' answer some questions," he crossed his arms.

He didn't seem to be too surprised at her appearance, compared to some of the other people, but he clearly hasn't seen someone that looked like her before, the way his eyes were studying every detail.

Katsura Kotarou | Gintama

[bakudanma]

003;

_{[ Before Katsura knows it, he's in the midst of arcade heaven with some old pinball machines. Unlike some useless old men that he knows, Katsura has a different complaint other than the fact this place lacks an actual pachinko machine. His complaint is a lot more important, if not outdated (yet fitting for this setting.)
No matter who you are, he's going up to you, interrupting whatever game you're playing and placing a hand on your shoulder. ]}

Excuse me, personnel, _{[ why does he think you "work" here ]} It seems I cannot find the most classic and fond of Famicom games here. Where is M*rio? Don't you know him? What have you done with him?

network; ITS_NOT_USERNAME

Customer Review: Monster Beach Experience
Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆.
0 out of 5 Stars.

Hello,
Having just arrived, I would rate my experience here negative. At first, nobody was here to formally greet me. Instead, they fired their weaponry at me and I had to run or else I could die. This is as frustrating as it sounds. I will agree that a morning jog is healthy for the body and clearing for the mind, but the sound of gunfire did not ease my stress. The petting zoo here has authentic looking animals with giant paws and fur, but did not look cute or welcoming to admire. In fact, some were downright hideous. Actually, I'm very certain some of them wanted to eat me.
I would not take my sweetheart here for a romantic getaway.

If I could be provided compensation, we can negotiate over the price. Thank you for your time.

-- Katsura Kotarou ❀

<♡>

[conceivesfrenzy]

this isnt a place to put your reviews dumb ass
and go tell it to someone who cares anyway
i guarantee no one here really cares about your jogging experience or not
its not like you get tipped here
(but you can always tip me! i wont say no! ♡)

Mrs. Brisby | The Secret of Nimh

[theredstoneoffate]

2

It has been... a terrible, terrible adjustment to being human, but she thinks that she's managing fairly well. Mostly she is worried about her children. Everyone was telling her she was trapped here, and that was awful, but they also seemed to be very helpful. Humans were very strange. Very social.

"Oh, thank you." She took another flyer from an older woman, this one about Salt and iron-free diets. Her arms are full of these papers, and she might have trouble reading them, but all this information is very useful.

As she walks along, she goes to offer one of the flyers to someone who is, obviously, already a monster. "Hello, could you tell me if these are reliable? I've never heard of a 'Fur-bearing trout'."

4- arachne

At first, she's relieved. It seems like she is returning to her right form, with the fur growing in on her legs and face. She can also see much better in the dark again, which is an utter blessing. But then, it's wrong. The fur is black and wiry, almost sharp, and she has no idea what it happening. Her legs are also changing, the nails turning red and hard, then beginning to consume her feet.

This is also happening with her hands, but instead of turning to singular red armored points they are like jointed gloves, still red but much more articulate. It's very distressing as the fur continues to grow into tufts around eyes that have become solid orbs of red. She finally seeks someone out when a pair of (once again, blood red) fangs push out her teeth.

"Excuse me, please, I need to know what I'm becoming."

2

[tripurragent]

"A fur-bearing..." Espurr's voice trails off as she looks to Mrs. Brisby, she herself likely close to, or at least just a little bit aways from the other's height. Her rather long tail swishes a bit behind her, and she looks to the pamphlets dubiously.

"...Honestly I'm rather certain there's no such thing. At the very least, it's...not anything that sounds like the creatures we're meant to become in this place..."

Aoba Seragaki | Dramatical Murder

[makesorbreaks]

(a)

(The gentle lapping of the waves is the first thing to permeate Aoba's mind. For a brief moment, the night is deceitfully silent. Awareness is too far away for him to question why he would be laying on a beach. Fighting his way to consciousness is a battle accelerated when the sound of a gun goes off in an undetermined direction.

Aoba struggles out of the human-shaped indention left behind by his body. Sand and other small pieces of grit stick to his skin and sinks into the threads of his clothing, but his coat was miraculously left behind. The worst of it sticks in his gradient blue hair, promising there would be sand to find for days later.

The more pressing matters make the sound and barely-there injuries unimportant. The gunshot had sounded close by, and Aoba had no gun or training to find himself on the wrong side of a firearm and come out the victor. It's worrisome enough that he's not even sure where he is or how he went from working on Ren to find himself sunbathing on the beach at night.

His steps are concealed by the soft give of sand, but he isn't trying to be quiet. If he stays, something can happen. Once he figures out where he is, he'll have to figure out how to get back to Midorima. That will be harder than his sounds thanks to his lack of traveling experience.)

(b)

(Normally, crowds are a haven. It's once that a body leaves the more crowded areas that possible attacks can come. Even in the city of Midorima, staying in the central city offered some protection, but the alleys that led to the bars and games were rife with people looking to make quick money or bring an end to an unsuspecting life. Seeing this crowd brings momentary relief, but it can last only as long as they don't hand out their paraphernalia. Each new article is quickly scanned, but all are nonsensical and none of them contains a map.)

Hey! (Direct interaction becomes necessary. Why are his questions ignored?) Where are we? You know how to find Midorima? (Some eyes look at him knowingly, which digs at his skin. Others look at him with pity, which manages to conjure a strange sense of terror instead. He was okay, if lost. Why did they look so him with so much sorrow?) I just need to know how to get back to Midorima.

(It has to be some sort of surreal dream. No other explanation can really explain something out of a bad fantasy.)

(c)

(The pain increases so suddenly that the intensity of Aoba's anguished howl surprises even him. Even when the headaches were at their worst, they had never compared to the feeling of his bones stretching inside of his body. As they elongate, the skin is unable to keep up with the growth, and small tears appear where his joints connect. The pain had started out as a mild cramp, but as he walks through the small apartment he'd managed to afford, the worst of the changes hit. His legs instantly grow too weak to hold him up, and he hits the floor with a sudden, harsh 'thud'.

As the seconds pass and turn to minutes, he's unsure how long he's been curling up in the floor. Finally, he gathers himself up well enough to make it to his door, though even the knob is a puzzle he has some difficulty in solving.

More minutes pass.

Finally, success occurs when the door opens to reveal a sun that was shining too brightly for the horror happening inside of his body. Aoba's been informed of the changes that will take his human body and replace it with a monster, but he's sure he's dying instead. If only he can get to a doctor, but that task feels all but impossible as he almost falls as soon as he tries to step out of the door.

The street full of busy people promises obstacles, but he braves the sea of bodies in hopes of finding help. His color and his walk paint the picture of a pained man, and he does little to put up an opposing illusion.)

(d)

(Please, feel free to tag me with an alternate option, too. We can plan beforehand, if that will help.)

C (AOBA!!!!!!!)

[taedofthisshit]

[Although Ryslig is very far from home, Tae's been adapting as well as a person can when suddenly thrust in a situation like this. She's been working at a small clinic, talking to patients and making medicines as she has always done back in Midorijima, and helping the sick. Even though her small, frail body was aching from her own changes, and pain seemed to tingle right down her spine, Tae is gritting her teeth and pushing through her own agony. There's work to be done, after all.

On this bright and sunny day, she's heading to the market to find the raw ingredients for her homemade remedies. Though she honestly wanted to ask her coworkers to get them for her, she knew that they would screw up since they didn't know half the materials she needed. So off she was hobbling, trying to ignore the stares she was getting because of her arms.

It's not hard to see him, not when his hair shines so brightly in the sun, sticking out in the sea of dull coloured hair. Tae honestly thinks she's dreaming for a moment, and she freezes, seeing him stagger forward.]

Aoba?

[Tae walks forward, her black mechanical arms shaking and wires rustling against her dress as she moves. It's been almost a month since she saw him, but any harsh yet loving words she had for him dissipate in her throat as she sees his condition. He looks like hell.] Aoba. Over here.

Ganymede | Olimpos

[miniaturegarden]

(a)

(For years, he's been surrounded by a garden that would be the envy of anyone not trapped in a cage. For years, he's been away from other humans, trapped in a land of flowers and occasionally visited by a god. For years, he'd not known the feeling of water and sand. It was a cursed life, even if he wasn't being actively tortured. It also made the feeling of waking on a beach one hard to recognize.

Slowly, he pushes himself up and pushes his knees behind him. A look somewhere between wonder and awe paint his features as one bangled hand reaches to move through the wet sand. Even the way it clumps between his fingers is somewhat of an amazement. The night may offer dangers, but it's been so long since he's been any real danger.)

Is this another trick?

(No, it's too real. He can feel the way the damp sand conforms to his fingers, how it sticks in a way that is both unpleasant and strangely pleasant. It's real! He's managed to escape...

No. Letting the sand fall, he pushes himself up and looks to the sky.)

I won't fall for it. I know this is just another trick of yours! Stop using me for your games!

(b)

(People. They're dressed in strange fashions, but they're actual people walking around a real town. Once Ganymede decided Hades' trick would end once he left the beach, he caught glimpses of lights and movement. His pace quickly picked up until he was running among the crowds, spinning as if the world would disappear if he dared focused on a single sight.

They were giving him gifts! Without knowing what any of the strange animals were or why he was being told about them, he accepted them all happily. The last human he'd met had been such an obvious ploy by Hades that he'd only been met with disdain, but not everyone where could be against him, could they?)

Thank you. Thank you.

(It was real. Could he dare believe it? Even if he tried to keep his closed heart from opening in hope, he can feel the moisture collecting in his eyes. What if... just...only, what if it was real and he was free?)

(c)

(He's an obscure character so if you'd like to know more about him, please feel free to contact me. Otherwise, also feel free to choose your own scenario for him.)

1

[ufufufufu]

[ huh?

mitsuhide hears someone yelling something as he continues to sit crouched on the beach and digging for shells. he realizes that he isn't the one being yelled at but rather the sky. oh, someone else who is upset with the fog witch -- or maybe the fourth? ]

Unfortunate but I fear that is not going to be an option. [ but it is nice to think all that righteous fury actually goes somewhere. he sticks out his tongue to blow a raspberry at finding no shells and only sand. did he, perhaps, find a wrong place to search? his antennae flick this way and that as the elongated mouth -- the corner of which curls around his throat -- snaps its teeth together a few times in the same annoyance. ]

I don't think that yelling at them does anything. If it did, I believe they would have changed their behavior. Unfortunately, they do not understand that their actions have negative consequences because they are never affected by them. [ a shrug. ] In any case, yelling shall do you no good. Why not help me seek out shells, if you please? [ and he giggles under his breath. ]

Stephen Strange | MCU | Lich

[mastermisterdoctor]

[2]

Yeah, this wasn't good.

Stephen was familiar with the concept of other worlds, other dimensions, and being pulled into one wasn't that surprising (annoying, yes, but he figured it came with the territory). What was surprising was that--

a. His sling ring was gone. So was his cloak.

b. He had no access to magic.

Oh, he tried, he spent a good five hours trying to do something, anything, until he flopped over on the beach, with a frustrated yell.

After exploring a bit and meeting a few people, Stephen found himself with handfuls of pamphlets and a sinking feeling in his stomach. If he had no sling ring, he was stuck here, lest Wong figured out where he went and retrieved him. And it looked like the longer he was stuck here, the more problems he would have.

The tall man with the blue robes, graying temples and a trim goatee stood there, amongst the crowd, looking baffled and disturbed.

[4]

He'd seen better days.

His shaking hands had been aching something fierce lately, which was even more distracting and uncomfortable. But the changes were coming, everyone said, and that worried him even more. There was no sign of Wong--or anyone, and he was beginning to fear that he'd never be found. Or at least, found intact.

Stephen hurried down the street, in the dark--stupidly he was running a bit late. It hit him like a ton of bricks--one moment, he was standing, and the next, he was flat on the ground, his heart banging wildly in his chest, then inexplicably, shuddering to a stop.

He was a doctor, but also--he knew what it felt like to die. He'd died entirely too many times already, but this time, there was no Eye of Agamotto to save him.

Of course, while this was all going on in his mind, he realized that-yes, he was dead, and yes, he was still quite conscious. A painful, pulling sensation from his chest as something red and wispy formed, ghostly, and shaped like a heart appeared floating above his chest--and oddly enough, what looked like the Eye of Agamotto had just appeared as well--the ghostly heart suddenly absorbing into the amulet, as it glowed red instead of green.

"What...just..." he picked up the amulet, it was an exact replica of the Eye, but--a wave of pain washed over the Doctor. He dropped the amulet as it hung on a necklace around his neck, doubling over. It felt like he was being dropped into icy cold water, the pain was radiating to his limbs and his head.

He'd seen a lot of horrific things. Been through some pretty horrific things. Nothing prepared him for the sight of the flesh of his hands just sort of...melting off, leaving skeletal remains. His wrists simply just...disappeared, dissolving into a ghostly wisp, the effect extending all the way up his arms. He couldn't do a thing except wish for it to stop, and it did, once it reached his shoulders.

And yet, ghostly hands aside, he could still feel them, they still moved. He could feel that similar icy sensation concentrating on his neck, and his legs, and they too disappeared in a puff of ghostly smoke. A tattered red cloak was beginning to materialize around him, like some cruel mockery of his cloak from back home. It seemed he was floating about a foot off the ground. Funnily enough, he was used to the sensation, having mastered Astral Projection. He looked not unlike that now, his face had avoided the skeletonizing, but he was see-through.

"That went...well."

2

[looselythreaded]

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you already look like the walking dead."

The voice comes from someone who has already passed him on the street, as though the statement is merely an afterthought. It occurs to Fray that stopping may make him prone to requests for help in a place where he has none to give. Never mind that he has little to give normally as it is, but he cannot provide a sense of security to others that he no longer possesses himself.

He glances over a shoulder to look at Stephen. Clad in inky black robes and once-gold armor bronzed from blood spatter, with nothing to see of the person underneath except his eyes, it's difficult to make much of him at all. Not that it particularly matters, he supposes; the things one perceives are real to he who bears witness to it.

"If I may, a word of advice from one 'undead' to another: keep the paper," he says, facing halfway from him now. "Gods know you may need something to take it out on later."

Deadpool | 20th Century Fox's Deadpool | Warning: Crude R-rated Humor

[redegenerate]

A - Flesh

Hey...hey people! One at a time! But I’m glad to have this many adoring fans wanting my autograph!

[Which isn’t the intent of the natives trying to hand pamphlet after pamphlet into this man’s frantically waving and suited hands lacking a pen to sign them with. It doesn’t soothe the sting of being stolen from his happy ending though. He spins around and around as all the shouting devolves into unintelligible noise.]

How can anyone not want-

[And whap goes one of the sheets of paper slaps into his face before he pulls it off to finally read and punch the culprit responsible offhand while doing so.]

Alternatives to Human Flesh? Well I’m not one to judge. But the last time someone tried that, they were at it a long time.

[Too bad that his powers were gone and the butterface didn’t leave with them. And with no method of finding out the fact outside of the hard road]

Oh you mean I’m the one who’ll be eating it? Don’t tempt me, I heard good things about it, like how it’ll do wonders for this figure~

---

B - And Bone (Lich)

So explain to me why I’m here again crazy fangirl, because I remember the last time and I already have a woman with an undying commitment, something you don’t have!

*POP*

Oh sweet Chimeny Crickets dick, what was that…?!

[Swiftly the man turns toward the nearest building so that he can unzip leather spandex leggings and peer down at where that extremely unsettling sound came from.]

…. Holy shit, what are doing over there little buddy?

[He inches his hand down and flicks it side to side within the empty space… then jiggles the free-floating appendage in both horror and curiosity. Even from beneath his mask, one would be able to detect a wide grin on the man’s face, if his sudden giggling is anything to judge from.]

Squee! The possibilities with this!

[But the changes from the fog didn’t stop there. From under his right glove the skin there crawled as pain that would leave most men screaming in agony engulfed the hand underneath until something started flaking off and dripping. Pulling away his glove revealed the skeletal remains of where was once flesh and blood. Though the rest of the glove suddenly disintegrated into rotten strands.]

Huh. Good thing I still have ol’ lefty-

[With a wet plop, rotted meat and decayed leather slipped from his left hand. A crime such as this leaves a man absolutely numb. He stared at the fallen lump, shifted his gaze to appendages that were now nothing but bone, then back to the lost flesh and it stayed there for a long time..

Is the sinking coldness in his chest once again the feeling of heartbreak or was it just his actual heart literally trying to vacate the premises of his body as well.]

B

[naturevsnurture]

[Fortunately for Rhoda, the changes haven't hit her yet. She's just a little girl walking through a city enveloped in fog, curiously watching all of the changes around her. Oh, she's glad she hasn't taken the form of a monster yet. How gross that will be! No, she's a perfect little girl, and perfect little girls are not monsters.

But she eyes the transformations with a distinct curiosity, watching with no other reaction when people shriek in pain as their limbs start to change shape.

There is one who doesn't show pain, though. In fact, he displays very colorful language. To an eight-year-old in the 1950s, this sort of language is unheard of... So of all the things to shock her, it isn't the death or the loss of limbs that this man shows - it's his words.]

Didn't anyone ever tell you not to say such bad words?

[Because clearly transforming into a dead, skeletal thing is no excuse. No, he should be screaming in pain instead!]

Kotoko Utsugi | Dangan Ronpa: AE

[adorb]

1! a little single-minded

[The people here were weird! Just weird. …Where was ‘here’, anyway? Surely it couldn’t be too bad, considering she was being given food, offered shelter and whatnot. Kotoko was even able to haggle for sweets instead of any other — possibly nasty salty — food. So she was in a pretty good mood, despite it all!

She skimmed through the pamphlets she’d been given, but one thing in particular had caught her attention.]

“What To Expect When You’re Expecting”… [She snorts.] Someone was totaaaaally having perverted thoughts when they came up with this one.

[She was being utterly loud, without a single care to be had. She wasn’t even that concerned about the sometimes strangely negative aura around her, like she was being watched.]

2! seriously?

[When you hear some strange voice telling you something vague and suspicious, it’s better to not listen. But in this matter, Kotoko found she didn’t exactly have a choice. How did she suddenly end up in this place? Some ghost town with bizarre people dancing and singing about things she didn’t understand.]

Hey… is anyone else here?

[By “anyone else” she meant anyone else who wasn’t dancing around a bonfire. She started sniffling, looking panicked. Was this an act to lure someone else over here? Or was she being serious?]

He—ey! Helloooooo? If someone’s here, come out!

1!!

[maskinglayer]

Kotoko-chan? [That sure sounds like his pink haired friend somewhere in the mass of humans handing out pamphlets. Jataro has never been one to ignore his curiosity, so rather than just stand around and wonder if it's her, he starts weaving his way through the crowd in search of her. And when he actually catches sight of the girl...well. It's unmistakable who she is. There are a few adults pushed out of his way (as best as possible) so he can get to the front.]

Kotoko-chan, it is you!

[The mer's fan shaped tail fin is spread out excitedly and the ten smaller fins on his calves are perked up, because this is great?? This is great!!]

Are you reading those things? The adults here wrote them, so they probably were thinking bad things while doing it. Some of them aren't bad though. I like the ones about the bunnyipyips. When did you get here?

Fenris | Dragon Age

[fenhedis]

one.

[While guns are foreign to him, the smell of gunpowder is similar enough to the results of Qunari gaatlok that it sets him on edge. The elf spits out a mouthful of sand with a ragged cough, emerald eyes snapping up as he senses a presence approaching. Had the slavers he'd been hunting managed to get the drop on him?

In an instant, he's suddenly aware of the lack of his sword's weight on his back. Ordinarily, that wouldn't render him defenseless, and as the sound of footsteps crunches to a halt, he lunges to his feet in a single motion, reaching with his right hand for the other person's throat. Assuming that the being approaching him is a person, however. Or even has a throat. Maybe it's you? Or maybe you spot him trying to strangle the life out of a native frantically begging for his life.]

two.

[Fenris accepts gifts of food and drink with a wary suspicion, though any pamphlets offered to him are waved away. A few of the more helpfully insistent types hand it to him along with whatever else they're offering, leaving him, of course, stuck with several pieces of brightly colored paper.

Eventually, he finds a seat on a park bench and opens the pamphlets, starting with "Bunnyipyips and You." He doesn't seem to get that it's a joke from the deep frown on his tattooed face as his eyes flick over the trifolded paper too quickly to actually be reading any of the information. He just looks increasingly frustrated as he leafs through the pamphlets, eventually sweeping them all off the bench with a growl of annoyance. Being paper, they don't exactly make a pleasing sound as they flutter softly to the ground.]

Useless.

four. (shade)

[How the turn tables. Rather than being the one at the receiving end of a shotgun, some months later, Fenris is returning the favor. As your character stares into the mouth of a shotgun, or perhaps watches from a distance, a shadow materializes behind the local wielding said weapon. There's a flash of light blue, the shadow limned with glowing lines in an eerie shape of a person, and suddenly what might be mistaken for a clawed hand is reaching through the opposing human. The shotgun falls to the sand as the human starts to spasm, gasping and gurgling with pain.

The shadow grows darker and retracts its hand. There's a sickening sound like a bag of liquid bursting against a hard floor, and the human slumps bonelessly to the sand.]

Are you alright? [He'll ask if your character has obviously just washed up on shore. Otherwise, green-glowing eyes dart to you, and dark lips curve into an approximation of a smile, showing a hint of sharp white teeth.]

Two

[goregies]

[Josh walked on past the guy on the bench, initially. He's a little... aimlessly distracted, with gears in his head clattering and spinning against each other like noisy, interlocking windmills, and honestly, it didn't really occur to him that he was new - in passive taking-in of surrounding information, the hair and jagged armor had registered as elements of change. Just a fellow monster, hanging around - not gonna bug 'im. No reason to.

But the sudden paper noises of all things catch enough of his attention to give the faerie a mild start - he swings to turn and get a good look around himself in the direction he came from, a light chill running up and down his back under a big pair of flapping red admiral wings, eyes wide open after a couple of rapid blinks.

And -- ah. Ohhh, they're... those pamphlets, ha, so they really do hand these out once people come washing in. He hadn't ever gotten them, maybe another part of why the fellow's having them didn't catch his eye (he gets it now, without a sound or lightbulb moment), but. It isn't as if pamphlets disappear when it's not distribution time. He's seen a few, and pffff...

...He does get that it's a joke. Of some kind anyway. And as it creeps up, he starts to pull on a wide, kinda rueful grin, and follows allowing his weight to drift until he's turned around.

Shaking up out of a quick laugh in his chest:] Yeah, these things're pretty much bullshit.

[After a thought and a quick ol' glance aside, he starts to cross a few steps closer.]

-- I mean like even the ones that've got, like, actual stuff in 'em, you're still just better asking...

[Crawls and drops off. Lets his head drop a bit. Idly eyeing over the scattered pamphlets without reading them.

And gives a small, abrupt shoulders-only shrug.]

...Asking someone who actually knows things.

Rhoda Penmark | The Bad Seed | Will match Format

[naturevsnurture]

1.

The first thing Rhoda notices is the disgusting taste of sand in her mouth. Ugh. There is a general feeling of discomfort about her body too. This isn't like the normal times she goes to the beach. Normally when she's at the beach, she can feel the sun kissing her skin, the sand smoothing through her toes, and the refreshing spray of the water as she kneels down in her adorable swimsuit.

This is different. For one, when she stands up, she very much notices she's still wearing a gingham dress, but it's all wet! Ugh! In haste she brushes all the sand off the front of her dress, though none of her incessant rubbing gets the damp feeling out of the fabric. Now her dress is ruined! Her shoes are ruined too.

These are her first concerns, though. The fact that she has no idea where she is only starts to register as time passes. This isn't the wharf she's familiar with, and... Something seems off. Then again, as she walks more, she's more attuned to the fact that her feet hurt. Her pretty dress shoes are full of sand - it's like walking on lumps.

"Hello?" she calls out. "Mother?" Her mother would have to be nearby, wouldn't she? Or someone she knows. Fear and annoyance creep over her as she walks the length of the beach. Why is she at some random beach? Where is everyone? The smell of salt mixes with another unfamiliar scent that seems to draw nearer to the lights in the distance. Closer, closer...

Don't move! Rhoda freezes as she finds herself directly in the pathway of a sawed-off shotgun. Oh no. They've found her. They know what she's done and they're going to kill her.

"Oh please, Mister!" she pleads, "I'm just a little girl! Don't hurt me!" That should work, right? She clasps her hands together and widens her eyes to accentuate the natural fear she exhibits. She's just a child - they can't kill her. They can't lock her away.

2.

These pamphlets are so silly. Why would she need to be lectured about monsters of all things? She's eight years old - much too old to believe in such tall tales about scary things lurking in the night!

"I'm not afraid of monsters!" she boldly declares to anyone who might offer her pamphlets.

The claims seem more and more ridiculous - monsters needing to feed on humans. Isn't that what monsters do? Why would Rhoda need to be warned about that? And besides, they don't even exist!

Though when a monster approaches her, she might think differently.

4 - troll.

By now, Rhoda has of course learned about monsters and transformations. The only problem is, she doesn't want to! She is a perfect little girl and now something is going to ruin that. What if she becomes a big, ugly spider? Ugh! No! Everyone would be repulsed by her because spiders are gross!

Of course, the part where she needs to feed on humans doesn't bother her at all. She is actually quite curious as to how people taste.

Shortly after transforming, she stands over a fresh kill, grinning. Her pink dress is stained with blood, but for once she doesn't mind. That felt good. It wasn't a quick kill, but a vicious slaughter. In some senses, this makes up for the fact that she's a hideous, ugly troll thing now. But it's just not fair! That stupid human screamed when he saw her approaching, so she had to kill him.

But now? She's giggling in delight. Such power this body holds!

2 - I grinned far more than I should have when I realized who this was-

[soft_focus]

Reira, for her part, just turned nine. It was a very fun event, considering she'd never actually had a birthday in her life before that point. Reira doesn't really look nine, however-the kelpie (being a kelpie and all) stands at a staggering 5'6'' primarily taken by alpaca legs, her dress only just reaching the mid point of the seaweed-woolen limbs.

She doesn't look scary, of course. Nothing with little flowers in their hair can really be scary, right? But when it comes to the idea of monsters...well. A child's voice comes from behind Rhoda.

"That's good!" Reira announces with a toothy grin. "If you just got here, that means you're going to turn into one, and most of us aren't really scary I don't think. Not unless they're trying..." The grin fades, and she frowns. "...And I don't even think that works most of the time..."

It's a little hard to 'impress' a kid who grew up surrounded by dead bodies, honestly.

Itachi Uchiha | Naruto

[yourhatred]

i.

[There's nothing that could have prepared him for this sort of revival. When you go off into the light you don't expect to wake up on a beach after dark. For a moment he's afraid that he'd failed to release the technique somehow, or that he'd once again been pulled back via resurrection.

He's wearing the deep red robe placed on him by Kabuto and his left eye is still as blind as it was after he'd cast Izanami, but this body isn't the replicated form he'd been given when revived. It's flesh and blood. A heart beats soundly within his chest and light scratches on his skin make visible the color beneath.

He's alive, and he can't understand why. All he can do is stand and take stock of the area, which is completely unfamiliar.]

Sasuke?

[The name is muttered softly, easily lost in the sea breeze. Even if he doesn't know what's going on, there are very few people he knows of who would want to or even be able to bring him back again.]

ii.

[A pamphlet falls from someone's arms as they scurry past him and Itachi bends down to pick it up. He's about to address the individual, thinking they'll want it back, when the contents catch his attention.

He's heard about the monsters, of course, but this isn't the sort of information he was expecting to find about them. Instead of returning it right away, he finds himself squinting in bafflement at an article on "bunnyipyips".

Sorry if that pamphlet was yours.]

iii.a.

[The idea of following strange voices in this place didn't sit well with him, but if anyone could give him the answers he wanted it would be the one who'd brought them here in the first place.

It had been easier to find himself in Dyster than he'd expected, and it's a lot livelier here than the dead town some of the locals had described it as. This is a place reserved for those who follow this god, which makes the entire situation an uncomfortable one.]

Excuse me. [Itachi addresses the first monster he happens across.] Is there someplace here I can go to speak with the fog god in person?

iii.b.

[Conversely, the ninja may find himself somehow in the arcade of the fourth god. He's been faced with strange new technology here already, but the blinking lights and sounds of the arcade machines are more than a little headache inducing. He's unable to help the constant frown across his face as he walks the length of the area.

Whether he likes the arcade or not, though, he's curious about the being that runs it. He won't kid himself with thinking that a human turned god will be more sympathetic to their plight. If anything, it could be just the opposite. But the fourth god is gathering followers just as the fog god is, and if he can gain an advantage through learning more about him then Itachi's willing to risk stepping into his domain for a while.

He stops at one of the machines eventually. Surely there's a point to them aside from simply wasting ones time. Nudging the joystick with one hand does nothing, so he begins tapping buttons instead, which gets the game started and leaves him staring confusedly at the shapes that go flying across the black background. What's he supposed to be doing, exactly?]

iii.a.

[fantheflame]

[ Sasuke's left ear twitches, a full up-and-down flap like a deer's. The voice is not within human earshot, but Sasuke hears it loud and clear, a bell toll among murmurs despite the din of Dyster. He'd recognize it anywhere. ]

[ It takes him only a moment or two of scanning through the streets to spot him - one of only a few still-humans in a town of ghosts and monsters. Sasuke had known the new arrivals had landed not long ago, but he had been making a point not to check. Not to get his hopes up. Not to think about it, as much as possible. ]

[ Itachi keeps falling into his lap anyway. ]

[ He approaches quickly, shushing the voice screaming human human why is he human why is he wearing those robes, and, as the other monster starts explaining how to send prayer to the Fog God, speaks from a few feet behind and to the right of Itachi's right shoulder. ]

This one's from my home. I'll talk to him from here.

Joshua "Josh" Washington | Until Dawn | Faerie

[goregies]

A. Arrival.

[He was in Bavan, hangin' around with his insides and brain marinating in whiskey and a last bit of nymph-grown cannabis; thank youuu, Mister Makara. (Probably a bit too much of both of those things - he... thinks he had a nice evening, at least? 'Twas a distracting one, at least. Not in a bad way.)

He is now on a beach. Aching all over, and with his brain feeling like it's been fried to blackening and then fried again until it was reduced to mostly smoke.

He gets up with an "nghhh" and with his wings fluttering rapidly, for whatever the heck good they might be for getting him up faster. Squints at the light o' day even with a hand flung up to block it a bit.

Once his head's clear enough, he looks the beach up and down. Looks inland. Can't see the city.

He is... basically on an island, cut apart from last night. Completely alone, from the looks of it -- 'course he is, 'course he'd wake up stranded on his own with his face in the sand after a night like that, just his luck, of fucking course...

Something in his head's, ah. Plummeting a little.

He tries to snag it and dredge it heavily back up with a breath in and steadily blown-out sigh as he looks down and watches his shoe stir the sand.

Well, nice job, asshole, he thinks to himself. Not without any humor, or a small tug of a mouth-only grin to himself, but both are... with conscious effort in injection.

Well. Time to haul tail back to civilization. Try to straighten out... whatever might need to be straightened out, heck. Try to get his head back on straight before work.

His walking along the beach starts out... aimless. He's got to be going somewhere, but any direction he could walk could easily be the wrong way to the city.

Up until he... spots someone else, and you know what, however much of a wreck he might or might not look right now, he's... kind of glad to see another person. He immediately starts gravitating toward them. There's a moment where he asks himself to hold on, what am I doing, and then that part of his thoughts wakes up a bit more properly.

He briefly works up a small smile with his head nodding down and his eyes following, lifting a forearm to hail 'em. Once he's within talking distance, he starts to amble to a stop with the words of the obvious question to ask starting to trip on out.]

S-so I'm like --

[Abrupt stop and swallow. A rueful twist turning up his smile, and a little bounce and shake of a trace of active humor on unsticking.]

-- I'm hungover as hell, man, could, could you like -- ...

[Falls off and dies on getting just past his teeth.

A quiet, creaking "Uhhhhh..."

And then, drier and flatter, with his head falling to the side a little:]

...You know which beach this is?

[That anyone who looks fully-human might be new to the place doesn't occur to him - he hadn't arrived via washing up, and he hadn't made it to newcomers' landing the last time he'd been there for it. Monster or human, he'll approach and ask them in the same way.]


B. Among the Newbies.

[Pffha, he was not one of the lucky ones. And that's not a thought he's having bitterly - maybe a little wistfully, strolling around and seeing the townspeople flock around the new blood, but heck if he even knows quite why.

Mostly? He's here because he wants to be around people right now. People themselves, people noise 'n chatter - and there's plenty of that, with resident "Excuse me, would you like...?" and "Here, for you, please have a...!"s and papers and baskets hopping from set of arms to set of arms. It's... honestly kind of tickling, this sort of hubbub, and he's wound up skirting the crowds with a one-sided smirk that he barely even noticed working its way onto his face. (Now, that's more like it!)

And fffha - he catches someone ahead of him breaking out of some of the people-traffic with a towering armful of items. 'Ey, might as well kick himself into things here, nobody said he couldn't...

He slows down a bit by them. Flicks an upward nod their way, fingers in his belt loops, and fringes this with a little of a taut-but-breathy laugh.]

You need some help with that, dude?


C. Wildcard.

[If you'd like another prompt, feel free to ask for anything, or toss a scenario of your own my way!]

B

[tiredofthis]

[It's not like any reception she'd ever been given. Maybe it was her clothes that let people know she wasn't from whatever tourist town she'd managed to find her way into. The clothes and building are all old but well done; wherever she's at, someone's gone through a lot of trouble to make it all look authentic. Had she stumbled on it in any other way, she would have been impressed.

Now, she's just really lost.

At first, she'd been kind, playing along while asking how to get out, but then some unlucky native had given her a pamphlet about human flesh. That didn't go over well.]

You think this is funny? [She raises one brow while the other holds the brochure.] Why do all of these talk about cannibalism? Ha ha, very funny, let's make a joke about killing and eating people. Is this some kind of sick joke? Who put you up to this?

[Someone who'd heard about the Wendigo story? Someone who was cruel and found humor in her horrible experience. It was so elaborate.]

Barbara / Ima Wiggles | American Horror Story: Freak Show

[gourmandized]

Scenario 2

[Everything happens so quickly after her arrival on the beach that Ima's not quite sure she could trace it back if she needed to. What's most important, she figures, is things must be getting better. She'd been shot in the face in her own world before showing up in this one, and you can really only go up from there, right?

Maybe this is an afterlife; she's not counting it out. Whatever she's managed to get herself into, at least she's clean and dry now (one kind local had offered to let her use their bath and washing machine), food at hand (another local had offered to buy her a sandwich), and sitting in the warm sunlight on a bench outside what had apparently been, until very recently, this city's central park.

Trying to make the rest of her half-eaten lunch stretch a little, Ima's taken to paging through the load of pamphlets she'd been handed by some of the friendly natives. She's still surprised by how kind many of them have been; it's not the kind of treatment she often receives, after all. It's such a refreshing experience! And as for those who stared and muttered nasty things? Well, she'd assumed it was more of the same disgust as always and did her best to tune it out.

It's only now, as she goes from brochure to brochure, that the truth dawns on her and she begins to turn pale. Oh. Oh no...

Sure, there are some true freaks here, people weirder than anything her world had to offer, and some of them are talked about in the reading materials. Apparently she'll even become one herself. And some of the other brochures? They're clearly bullshit, talking about furry fish and even dumber things. But every single pamphlet has one thing in common, and that's the mention of feeding on human beings.

And look, Ima is a lot of things, okay? She's a self-described freak and a gargantuan eater. She's capable of taking part in violent retribution. She feels no shame about any of this. But she is not a damn cannibal. That kind of sickness..]

No. No way.

[Using her chest as a sort of shelf--she has no lap to work with--she sets about folding and stacking all the pamphlets together before setting them on the bench. And suddenly all of the locals' kindness makes total sense: they're trying to buy safety from her. They're scared she'll eat them. And now she feels dirty for having accepted their gifts as she groans aloud.]

I was wrong...this is so much worse.

[goregies]

[Josh is... kind of playing the edges of the greeting crowd. Seeing if he can pin down the newbies, but not greet 'em - it's not really for him to, not here, at least not in his current slightly-bent-and-dingy frame of mind. Right now? This is... close to meeting and seeing if he can do anything for new people, which 'e probably should. It's a first step at it, anyway, and man if he doesn't know why he isn't going further - you'd think someone should. You'd think...

It... stops him and catches his eye, though, seeing a woman freezing in the crowd. Maybe some part of him sees it as an opening - he doesn't dwell on whether or not that's it - but he ends up meandering closer, thinking it's curiosity, keeping his red admiral wings shut tight together so they don't get jostled between people milling back and forth...]

Worse than what?

[His words tumble and meld together a little - "worse'n what?" - in a little of a lumpy, vague tangle.]

Magus / Janus of Zeal | Chrono Trigger | Will match format

[false_oracle]

1

Magus pushes himself up, hacking and coughing from the sand. He coughs and spits until as much as he can manage is out of his mouth and rolls onto his back, looking at the sky with dull, red eyes. The echos of her words fresh in his mind, rebuking him, denying him. Because what he’d become to save her… couldn’t.

He raises one hand and eyes it for a moment. His gauntlets are gone; this annoys him, but he supposes it’s no matter. He makes a sharp motion and… nothing happens. His eyes narrow and he repeats it. When nothing happens again, he lets his hand fall back onto the sand and he laughs, softly, painfully.

“At least that much worked.”

All of the power he’d worked so long to gather… gone. But his memories remain. It’s the insult for the injury. He’d been trying to banish both. So he could start again, and maybe become what she needed.

He gets to his feet and brushes away what sand he can from his clothing and his bare arms. His cloak is a wet mass clinging to him and he unsnaps it and folds it over his arm. He doesn’t like the feel of the sand or the wet fabric, and he’s again annoyed at the loss of the gauntlets.

A look at the distant lights tells him nothing about when he is. He’s certain he’s still on his own world (why wouldn’t he be?), but when he’s landed… that’s the question.

2

Pointed ears, red eyes, grey skin, blue hair. Is it any wonder the natives think he’s a demon?

There’s a group of humans at the back, watching him and grumbling but he doesn’t pay them any mind. He’s used to that from humans. It’s the ones fawning over him that he doesn’t understand. Especially that woman in the corner who’d come up to him and put her hands on him, telling him how much she likes demons.

And now the woman in front of him is marveling over the fact that he’s new and not a demon. She’s loading him up on pamphlets, all while trying to convince him to come live with her and her family.

“There’s plenty of room. And my daughter, she’s 17, she’s a terrific cook. She could whip up anything you like. I mean, she’s never cooked people before. Not that I think you’d be bringing them home or anything.”

One of them needs to be saved from this increasingly awkward (and mostly one-sided) conversation.

Wildcard - Write your own start

2

[looselythreaded]

He shouldn't intervene. Fray knows he shouldn't intervene. It's none of his business, and frankly, not having the Warrior of Light around to carry everyone upon their back only strengthens that conviction.

So -- technically, he reasons, it's not that he's helping this person. It's that he's righting a wrong for someone who isn't even here to have her own say in it.

"You would sell your daughter's services out for your own purposes? Tell me, how far does that offer extend? Would she dance for him if you asked her to? Would she wait on him hand and foot? All to spare her life, or yours?"

He pauses, getting right up into the woman's personal space. Despite not having any weapons on him, and despite his short stature, it's threatening enough to draw the fear to the surface. One hand sets on her shoulder momentarily, gripping hard based on the way her sleeve is rumpled when he lifts it.

"It isn't me you need to answer to. All the same, you're going to be the first one I hunt down, make no mistake."

Then, he turns his back to her and toward Magus, passing him in a curt movement of air and stopping to cross his arms. It's his way of beckoning him away.

"Do me a favor and don't feed her ego."

Natsumi Kuzuryu | Danganronpa

[tookforgranite]

One

A [Staring down the barrel of a shotgun? Well, one person here is doing that and it's not Natsumi. Actually, monsters and newbies alike may find her at the business end of the firearm, having incapacitated her original assailant to steal the weapon for herself. And she's pointing the barrel at any local that looks like they may know what's up. Luckily she hasn't actually killed anyone yet, but there are plenty of people who are avoiding her rather than trying to shoo her off.]

Start talking, asshole. Where am I? One of you fuckers kidnapped me and I'm going to figure out who it is, so if you don't wanna be full of holes I suggest you tell me what I want to know.

B [Or, maybe, you're a monster that's crossed her path. And if that's the case, the shotgun is raised immediately in defense, the blonde backing away some, or trying to edge around you. You go your way and she'll go her way and nobody will get hurt, okay? Okay.]

Two

One at a time, people. If you crowd me I'm not gonna read half the shit you're handing me here.

[It's said with a hint of annoyance as she plucks some of the pamphlets being handed to her from peoples' hands, looking them over with disinterest. Half of this has got to be bullshit. At least half. She'd say more, because monsters aren't real, except...well. She's spotted a few by now. Maybe even talked to a few. And they're clearly real. But...]

I can't believe you actually expect someone like me to fall for this. Aren't you just being superstitious assuming everyone here's gonna end up like that? Trust me, I'm not going to gnaw on your insides, ever. I'm not that kinda girl.

[There is no way she's going to turn into a monster to. No way!]

Three

[Sacred place? Last time she checked the only sacred thing about an arcade were the high scores. And even those weren't really "sacred", that's just how they were treated.

Which is why she doesn't find it the least bit disrespectful to start playing some of the cabinets here, odd as it was following some disembodied voice here. Really, she'd rather not question it. She's already been faced with a lot more weird shit than she ever wants to deal with in one day, the whole "am I going crazy" question can be saved for another day.]

Man what is with all of this retro crap around here? Even the games are old school...

[Not that it's stopping her from trying out some of the pinball machines.]

FUCK also one

[hopefragment]

W-whoa!!

[Some girl is waving a shotgun around and Hinata genuinely, truly, does not want to have it pointed at him. Nor does he think that waving a shotgun around is the right way to get answers and also maybe not make people fear them?? Even if he's far more human right now than he remembers ever being (no weird shadowy appendages, no weird glowing eyes, no monstery Weirdness in general), that doesn't mean he's forgotten it.

He's back in his clothes from the island simulation, too, though he can't remember ever going back. The last thing he remembers is being in the castle with Fuyuhiko, Gundam, and the others, along with a bowl of creepy cherries. For now, though, trying to deescalate this situation comes first.]

T-they don't know any more than we know. Threatening them isn't going to get you anywhere!