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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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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II

[ The cuts and scrapes she'd found all over her when she'd woken up here have begun to close, the pain fading to a dull soreness, but she looks pale, tired, and scared. Abigail sits on a bench with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, given to her by a local trying to get on her good side, and thumbs through the pamphlets with a mixture of wariness and morbid curiosity. The information in most of them seems surreal and bizarre - she can't help but laugh a little at the rather adorable image that the word 'bunnyipyips' conjures up in her mind as she reads it - but as she reads the title of the next pamphlet the amusement disappears from her face entirely, replaced by nausea. "Alternatives to human flesh." This had to be some sick joke. ]

You've got to be kidding me.

III - Dyster

[ Seek us out, the voices had whispered, and before she could question it, Abigail found herself doing just that. She didn't remember how she'd gotten here, she was just here, wandering through empty streets and peering into houses that looked long abandoned, books still opened and tables set for dinner, but no signs of life at all. ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

⚫) SCENARIO ONE
[A long time ago, this was like the place that he found his true home with. Costa Rica. The long sandy beaches with their gorgeous sunsets, bright sunsets that would show every color as the light hit the horizon.]

[Today he finds himself coughing up a handful of sand, spittling it up onto the beach as he props himself up on his own lone, remaining arm. Handicapped and abandoned with no crutch and no help, transplanted into a new place. Either easy prey, or someone that needs some help.]

[Kaz's left leg is cut short from mid-calf down. Similarly his right arm is chopped at the start of his bicep. Two stumps that are currently causing him a great deal of strife as he pulls himself along through the sand towards higher shore, away from the water. Funny that the beach has suddenly become a place of peril rather than one of fond nostalgia. If one's sense of humor leans towards the perverse, anyway.]

[Despite the unsettling truth having been revealed to him, the disconnect of having realized that Venom Snake not only wasn't Big Boss, but only cared about him because he was a Medic in some former life, he finds himself calling out for help in the vague hope it would be him that came and got him.]

Boss? Anybody there?

⚫) SCENARIO FOUR
[He's been warned of the change, what other people had gone through, but Miller never expected to experience it himself.]

[A bright blond creature prowls the woods, pale haired and showy in the night. Kaz might admire stealth, but his werewolf form stands out brilliantly. His padded feet move quietly across the ground, his muzzle snuffling into leaves and branches. And the hunger- the hunger he can't drive from his mind.]

[But this is his first change, something uncertain and baffling and honestly a little frightening. Warnings or not, this isn't his body and he doesn't feel right in it. And he's just desperately looking for prey. Any prey.]

[It's four limbs he's moving on, too. Not his stunted two. Something he's not even fully noticed yet because his body is so disorienting at the moment, not only uneven but an entirely alien and horrifying entity in its own right. He can't even consider how he'll feel later, if the hunger ebbs and he's back in a body that's more flesh than fur. Right now all he can consider is the lingering desire to sink his teeth into an actual person, a defiant human being, as the werewolf moves between trees.]

⚫) OPEN
[Wildcard. Hit me with anything.]

Edited 2017-09-09 10:48 (UTC)

[Boone's werebear form is a little more human than Kaz's werewolf one, but he's still very obviously a bear. His own fur is blonde too, covering his shoulders and arms, the nape of his neck and his jaw. He walks on two legs, but his bear ears twitch this way and that and his eyes are bright yellow, searching. He's hungry too, but he's determined to feed on an animal this time. He can smell something, and he's been following it, but then he catches a whiff of something else. He's met a werewolf before, and though this one smells different he can tell what it is.

He follows that smell instead, not intending to attack but assuming that if they're out here, they're probably hunting, too. Maybe they can help each other. When he spots the wolf finally he grunts, then clears his throat.]

You hunting too?

[He says it softly, not wanting to startle the werewolf. That seems like a bad idea.]

[The beach is kind of Liquid's 'turf,' since most merpeople tend to prefer the lake over by Bavan. Sometimes, interesting things wash up. Usually it's just things he can add to his underwater hoard, but today it's something different. A person.

It's not often prey just falls into his lap like this. There aren't so many swimmers nowadays, not when he's around here, and usually he has to lure people back.]

You alright there? [he calls, not leaving the water, not getting a good look at who's there. He's juuuust a bit less monstrous if his tail can't be seen, although the scales on his arms are obvious, and his knife-sharp bottom teeth take up a lot of his scarred face.

But, well, even with the teeth? He still looks like Big Boss.]

Did you get lost?

[ He stares for a moment in the direction the gun toting local had scurried off to, the warning echoing his own concern. He's quick to hurry after his rescuer, doing his best to ring some water out of his robes along the way. ]

That sounds like a very good idea.

[ Why would he be afraid he'd kill him or his family though? Scorpius considered himself pretty much harmless unless cornered. There was the issue of his parentage that might make some suspicious, but some stranger on a beach wouldn't know that. ]

I feel like after that I should be the one worried about my murder, not the other way around.

Well, sure. Right now you're still human. Only been like this a few weeks myself.

[He points to his bear ears.]

But pretty soon you'll turn into one of the monsters here too, and you'll have to eat the humans still left here. He probably figured it'd be easier to just kill you now, but death doesn't stick here.

I noticed those. I was actually somewhat hoping those were one of those headbands with the attached ears. Though thinking about that it's probably a little silly for a grown man to be wearing one but I really wouldn't have judged. To each their own, you know?

[ He stops once he realizes he's babbling again. A habit he's been trying to break forever but isn't likely to fix anytime soon if ever. ]

So... you've said a lot of things about this place that quite honestly just raise more questions the least of which is my own sanity but before I get into any of that I do have one... very important thing to ask.

[ He takes a deep breath. ]

You're not leading me off to pop me in a pot and cook me for dinner are you?

[ Since he mentioned eating humans and all. ]

No, I'm not. If i wanted to eat, I could've just shot the guy back there.

[And he's not the type to trick someone like that. Easier to just shoot and be done with it.]

Or I could've let him shoot you and then eat you once he left. Either way, you wouldn't be around to ask. So what did you wanna ask?

I. Butter's arrival was sadly typical. A man in scrubs washed up on the beach, damp, dripping and spluttering. As soon as he pulled himself to his feet he started frantically trying to clean his glasses by rubbing them on his wet shirt. Replacing them didn't do much good. Between wet glasses and the foggy day, he'd be lucky to tell the monsters from the humans. The smell of gunpowder has him on edge though. He looks ready to duck or dodge at the slightest provocation.

II. Butters takes a pamphlet. Then another one, then another, seemingly eager for all the new information he can get, though after a quick glance at the contents he heaves a frustrated sigh and looks up at the sky.

"Fur bearing... Fine, fine, that's just fine." For all he knows that might be a real thing, but it doesn't seem very important.

The "What to Expect" Pamphlet gets more scrutiny. He takes a deep and not at all shaky breath. Sitting down seems like a good option. Just finding a bench somewhere out of the way, plopping down and putting his head in his hands for a while while taking more deep breaths.

"It feels like iron...no fairy could...but if I'm imagining it..." He pinches himself. Then the prickling hairs on the back of his neck make him look up and realize he's muttering.

And you're a bear inside. Interesting.

[He guesses it makes sense.]

Do you really want to see what I am on the inside?

[ That response is both comforting, in that he won't get eaten and still somewhat alarming in that he's not denying that he does, in fact, eat people. Scorpius decides this is an issue to tackle at a later date. ]

A few things. Do you want them one at a time or all at once so you can decide the ease of answer but will be forced to listen to some potentially long run on questions?

scenerio two

( The setting is different from anything Noctis has ever known. Coming from a more advanced city, the older houses and strange dress stand out. The night-themed prince walked among the people, earning glances for his dress, but he can also tell they know he doesn't belong. He draws too much attention, something he's accustomed to in his home city, but not in strange locations.

When they begin to approach him, he accepts their gifts with slight but hidden confusion. The prince isn't the most socially inadept, and the foreign land only further confuses his senses. )

Huh? Is this supposed to be for daemons?

( Why are they passing these out casually? Noctis does try to ask -- 'hey, what is this supposed to mean?', but they all continue to look at him with knowing eyes, only Noctis doesn't know the same secret they seem to want to share with him without actually acknowledging it out loud. )

scenerio four -- gargoyle

( The pain is horrific. It blinds Noctis in a way that has nothing to do with his vision. So much blood pours from his broken skin that his shirt clings to his body, and he has trouble deciding where the wounds had really appeared. There are no potions, no chance to use healing magic, and the result is horribly, horribly painful. If it had started in the small house he'd taken for a residence, he could have more time to think, but the first of the spikes burst through his flesh and the cloth of his shirt in the crowded city of Bavan, bringing him to his feet in an instant as the other changes begin to twist his skin and bones. Enough people had warned him of the changes that Noctis has no reason to question what is happening, but knowing the reason for his agony does little to decrease the intensity. )

[A scraped up, disheveled old man standing nearby looks up from his own copy o "Alternatives to human flesh" before disdainfully crumpling it up and slumping down next to Abigail.]

Right? Do they---Do they really think a flesh eating monster's going to be satisfied with deer meat and support groups? I mean, this---Th---this is patronizing. They're just asking to get eaten first.

It's Flagg now, actually.

[Wow, it's been a while since anyone called him Marten Broadcloak. He watches as Bert turns into mist; it's nothing he hasn't seen before, but coming from Bert (who he never pegged as having much magical potential) it was impressive.]

Good to see you taking up some magic, boy. You'd make a fine sorcerer yet.

[Bert's probably one of the last people he'd pick to train in sorcery under normal circumstances, but it'd sure be funny to push him towards the Red.]

None of the above!

[Some kind of bird...girl...?? is perched on top of a rock not far from Max, staring at her with unblinking yellow eyes.]

[Flagg. What sort of name was that? Not that it matters what name the bastard goes by.]

[Bert's glad he's taken his incorporeal form, so he can't bristle in irritation. He's no sorcerer! But the implications sting him, feed his own insecurities. It isn't as though he hasn't wrestled with what being a vampire means for him. He's even called himself, in jest, a 'Red thing'. As always, he jokes because if he doesn't the thoughts are too terrifying, too much.]

[He's always been afraid there's more darkness in his heart than the average man's.]

I haven't taken up a damned thing, it's just what vampires here can do. Can turn into other things, too.

[But he can't hold it very long yet, Bert's still learning how to use his abilities. He drifts downwards and solidifies, betting on his speed to save him if Flagg tries anything.]

[Max certainly seems startled, whirling around and looking for the source of the voice. She looks up and...

.... and....

... uh.]

... Yeah, okay. Definitely a nightmare. Can't say I've had this one before, though...

[Boone is amongst the locals, though rather than handing out flyers he's simply looking for people who might be new. Maybe give them information that the villagers certainly won't. He spots the confused looking woman asking questions that get no answers, and approaches her.]

Not sure about a Jon Snow, but I can tell you more about this place than these guys.

[He jerks a thumb at a passing local, who gives him a somewhat fearful glance and scurries off.]

Don't worry about the papers. Most of them are jokes.

[He doesn't expect the sounds that come out of himself. The half-whine that comes from his maw when he snaps it shut. The way his tail tucks between his legs. Legs, as there are two of them now. Who knew that getting back his missing limbs would still end in ungainliness and unsteadiness. A distorted body that's not what it was and that he still hates.]

[But he has to sate it. That instinct is stronger than any dislike he has for a form skewed by yet another disaster.]

[This form is new and awkward. He's not sure what to do with himself, parts ungainly. Whether he wants to be on all fours or on his hind legs still an uncertainty. His nostrils flare as he looks Boone over, sniffing the air.]

Yeah.

This is your area, isn't it?

[The question is a sort of tentative "Do I get the hell out? Is he going to attack me? What do I do." His ears twitch forward without him realizing, waiting for the answer to his question.]

I don't mind. Pretty sure you must be wanting to ask them all at once, though. I'll answer if I can.

[It's not like he knows everything about this place. Far from it, actually. But he knows people change, he's familiar with many of the monsters, and he's had many of the questions Scorpius has.]

I hunt here. Wasn't gonna chase you off or anything, though.

[He can tell by the way the werewolf cowers under him somewhat, he was expecting Boone to defend his territory. It's easier to let other monsters hunt here, though. Sometimes they leave things behind. Saves Boone a lot of trouble.]

Was gonna ask if you wanted to hunt together. Two noses are better than one, right?

[Speaking of noses, his own is twitching as he commits Kaz's scent to memory.]

[Kaz turns around in the sand, the front of his clothes wet and caked with sand from his efforts. But the look over his shoulder only resorts in confusion.]

[Blond hair. Big Boss's face. Scales.]

[Kaz's brows twist up in confusion over his ever-present sunglasses. Even with the clones, Zero's antics. God, did Zero get so desperate he went some sort of chimera route? Who the hell knew. He didn't even know what beach he was on.]

[But he was dragging himself away from it, to the best of his ability.]

What are you?

[That's not an answer to the question, but the only response he can properly formulate. Of course he's lost. Of course he's not alright.]

[Boone's changes weren't agonising, at least not the initial ones. It wasn't exactly fun having his teeth fall out and regrow, but nothing like the pain Noctis is experiencing. It was the growing in size that was painful, the way his bones and limbs stretched to make him taller all at once. And it's obvious Noctis is in agony, too. The blood caking his body makes him stand out to Boone, and as he approaches the spikes begin to burst from his skin. Biting back the instinctive urge to ask if he's okay (he obviously isn't), Boone stands by him and turns to bare his fangs at the people staring instead.]

Leave.

[It's a simple command, but when a nine foot tall werebear snarls at you and tells you to go, you do it. The guy doesn't need these people watching, treating it as free entertainment. He turns to the man then, kneeling down.]

Anything I can do for you? I can't help with the pain, but I can take you outta here if you want privacy.

[Of course, no one ever expects a voice to come from the sea. If he starts singing, he'll have his prey easily enough, but he does prefer to play with his food a bit anyway.

And then his 'prey' turns around.

Wait. He knows those sunglasses. He knows that face, both from his childhood and that face's last time here, although there's a difference. A man he once sought to emulate himself, under, well, not very good circumstances.]

Miller?

[The name slips out in a surprised tone. Yeah, there's no mistaking it, this is Miller as he knew him way back when. He never had much of a particular problem with the guy, beyond his being an adult, although that was still a pretty terrible thing way back when. Shame he had to have him killed.

Not really.

But as for what he is?]

Have you ever heard the story of 'The Little Mermaid?'

Edited 2017-09-10 11:22 (UTC)

Yeah. I guess.

[He almost says "I haven't hunted before", except that he has. Just not in this way. He can't even say he hasn't "hunted for people before." Because that's part of being a soldier, isn't it? The only new part is, well, smelling the other man.]

[Kaz now smells like wolf, but he also smells clean, like he's tried to keep the worst of the odor off him. Everything is too keen now, too loud, and even the slightest stench lingers. Boone smells like animal and gunpowder to him, an appropriate mix of officer and beast.]

I've not had any luck. Not sure I even know what I'm doing yet.

[He's operating off instinct. Pretty sure he'll figure it out the moment he sees the right target.]

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