graveyardsmash | Test Drive Meme

Entry tags:

test drive

Test Drive Meme

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.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[He glances behind him as Kaz walks, hearing the unsteady rhythm of his feet.]

You okay to fight if you have to? I know those feet are new.

[He doesn't know just how new they really are, though. His ears turn towards a noise in the distance as he speaks quietly, and he looks back over in that direction.]

Getting louder. Sounds like a guy. Adult. Can hear him breathing. Sounds pretty scared.

Butters just nodded, catching his breath.

"Who needs pants, really?" The joking was a good sign, he thought.

But the tooth thing made him visibly recoil in horror.

"Oh, my God." He had a strong stomach, the tail was too surreal to be that horrifying. He was used to gore, but not from living people. He clamped a hand over his mouth.

Your beach? [He asks in the time old tradition of repeating words as a question.]

Why won't I be making it back to motherbase? What happened to it? [The question is forceful because the implication in his mind is that it's been destroyed. That his efforts to protect his home have failed. Well... not that it's much of a home. Considering the entire thing turned out a decoy: genuine to him, a falsehood to others.]

[But still, he built it. He tried to protect it. It's his home, and his immediate and unsurprising conclusion is that it's fallen again.]

[Not to mention he's on a beach being faced with a mer-Boss.]

Ryslig. Where can I find a town? Village? Anything... [Presumably where a phone or radio or civilization would be. And hopefully not some enemy encampment. He has no reason to trust the creature from the blue lagoon, especially since it's toying with him a little. But it's the only source of information he has.]

[Speaking of impressed.

If he hadn't already come to terms with the fact that he's in a different place, Shelly would, again, be incredulous. How can a hand of pure bone, with no muscle, be able to move?

He notes the broken wrist, too, but refrains from mentioning it. He assumes the injury had nothing to do with the man's changes; it wouldn't be proper to pry.]

Indeed, I may have to do that...

... Quite frightening, isn't it?

My beach. I live around here, you see. [In fact, there's a particular wrecked boat down the street a ways, although it's not visible from here.]

But it's not so much there as here. I'm sure it'll be fine if you do return, but that's the problem, isn't it? There's no way back, not yet.

[Hey, he might be messing with him, but at least it's information.]

If you go that way, [he gestures in a direction away from the beach,] you'll hit Vandare eventually. It's not horribly far.

[He can't say that he shares the other's opinion on that. Waking up in unfamiliar, faintly hostile places is just another facet of Medic's life, not even strictly part of his job. It's something he's been forced to get used to. That's the downside of having a teammate who's bunked with a wizard. It's entirely possible that Soldier's instigated yet another fight with Merasmus and any second now some manner of horrible beast or other will rise from the ocean to murder them.

...It sure is taking its time, though.]

Oh, yes. Though like you, I am not entirely in full form. [His smile slips and his expression darkens.] I've been robbed.

[He sweeps the folds of his coat open for Kaz to show him the military grade harness he's wearing underneath and the network of pouches and holsters attached to it. All of them are empty, as he demonstrates.]

At first, I assumed it was your doing — until I got a better look at you. [And the smile returns, a little flatter but the good will is still there.] Clearly the true culprit is not interested in a direct fight. They've covered themselves very well, as cowards often do.

[Ah, now he's starting to sound a little like Heavy... Too bad he's not here.]

Edited 2017-09-13 17:27 (UTC)

At least neither of them are going for the big overblown temple thing. I guess you gotta give them credit for that.

[As much as she adores the whole greco-roman temple setup from an artistic standpoint, she's gotta admit that it's really kinda just. A big dick-swinging contest between all the gods, right? This is a bit more subtle, at least.]

... Yeah. It can't hurt to see what the big deal is, right?

[Even as she says this, Max sounds... a little uncertain. She's had bad experiences with supernatural bullshit, after all.]

[But if they're together, things should even out, right???]

Hell yeah, we can totally do this!

[After all, Chloe's air of confidence is infectious enough to even have an effect on Max! Of course... the closer they get to the outskirts of the city, the more reservations she's having.]

Uhhh... okay, is it just me, or does this town look way too oldschool to be normal?

[Max has a pretty good eye for detail, thanks to her photography, and the buildings, the clothes she can spot on the people walking around... it all seems very out of place.]

[One]

_{[After everything, seeing the ocean was the last thing Bertolt had expected, but there it was.

After coming to with his face in the sand, Bertolt had opted to stay by the beach, bare knees drawn up to his chest and one arm looped around them, his free hand resting against the side of his head. His memory was fuzzy, but he doesn't remember the ocean being so cold, but part of it has to be from the fact that his sleeves are missing near the shoulders and his pants have been torn at the thigh. He doesn't want to think about the circumstances that resulted in looking like this, but Bertolt can't erase the image from his mind. The heat, the fear, and the crushing pressure against his head -- and now he's here, in a strange and unfamiliar land.

Alone.

Or so he thinks, because despite how much Bertolt tries to ignore it, he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched.]}

[Four]

_{[Hearing about what was supposed to happen to Bertolt had been one thing, and seeing other 'monsters' was too, but to actually have it happen? That was another basket of something else entirely.

Fortunately he seems to have escaped relatively unscathed, but there was no way to deny that he was turning into something. It had started with his fingernails tapering off into sharp claws that no matter what Bertolt did, they never stayed dull for long. Next, small patches of what looked like scales started to appear under and around his eyes, and even down the sides of his neck. Then came the hunger he had heard so much about, but that in itself had been easy enough to ignore.

Though this time, Bertolt can be found outside of a shop in Bavan, his mouth open as far as he can get it while he gingerly pokes at the sharp points of his canines in a mirror. At least, up until the mirror shatters, eliciting a sharp yelp of surprise as he nicks his finger on one of his teeth.]}

Ow--!

[Wildcard!]

_{[Come at me!]}

Edited 2017-09-13 17:51 (UTC)

I'm an amputee.

But now I have them back. Only like this. [He looks down at his own front legs, pawing at the ground with his right one. New and strange, yeah.]

[But it does mean that any attacks he could make are a little slowed up.]

Someone else chasing him?

[And reflexively, Kaz lifts his nose and sniffs the air, sitting back on his haunches almost like a dog begging. The instinct to look for rivals (?) or possible comrades (?) by scent too much to refrain from in this case. More than that, there's no reason to.]

Oh. Sorry.

[His comment might've come off as a little insensitive in that case. Still, he doesn't dwell on it. Not because he doesn't care, but because the guy probably doesn't want to talk about it.]

No. Think he's alone. Probably just knows where he is and what he'll be dealing with.

[Which means he probably is armed, after all. Either that, or he's actually hoping to die for one reason or another.]

[He can sense her unease. While it's totally understandable and worthy of sympathy, this is an instance where the truth — no matter how harsh — needs to be spoken sooner rather than later.]

Actually, it can. This isn't a game. [His words are firm but not negatively so. Contrary to popular belief, it's possible to be honest and kind at the same time.] What we've seen is what we're likely going to end up getting more of if we go farther.

[Which is to say, more spookiness, more bad vibes, more wailing and shriek-laughing from the chorus of followers around them, who Cooper wouldn't trust as far as he could throw. And that's not even getting into the Fog God personally.

But with all that said—]

That's why it's important to have a second pair of eyes. [He taps the side of his face with one finger, that small smile returning.] And a second opinion, should the need arise.

Edited (wanted a different icon!) 2017-09-13 19:39 (UTC)

They took your guns.

[And that's the first time Kaz has thought to check for his own. His disadvantage and disorientation had taken priority. But his arm is around the Medic's back, and he can't pull back his lapels to check.]

Mind checking for me, Herr Doktor? I got a left-hand shoulder holster [because, well, he only has the left] and a hip holster. [And his trenchcoat are currently covering both. And those are empty. Tranquilizer gun and automatic pistol both gone. Even their clips. Pretty useless now decorating his formal (and sandy) command uniform.]

[Honestly, despite the strange behavior he's glad to run into someone military here. He's a little unusual, but, to be honest, Miller's met a hell of a lot worse. So long as he doesn't drag him off to Cipher or one of its distant relatives hopefully this can be a workable association.]

[They both gotta get out of here, after all. Matching priorities he assumes.]

...oh. Bogus just means fake.

[Man, does that mean she'll have to actually mind her words?]

Some of it is nonsense, yeah, but not everything. It's a warning, but being afraid of it isn't gonna help.

"Wow. And you think your sophisticated world-hopping fish people came from here?"

That was not what he'd been expecting, Waldo. He pauses briefly, glancing around at the street and the locals before turning back to Waldo and offering him a shrug.

"I---I mean, I'm getting a real turn of the century vibe from this place, but you might be on to something. Maybe there's an underground society of technologically advanced fish people we're not seeing."

[Medic carefully shifts Kaz against him, grimacing a little under the other man's sorta-kinda-not-really dead weight as he juggles supporting him and patting down the aforementioned areas. What he finds — nothing — isn't the least bit surprising. As he said, whoever's behind this was smart enough to think ahead, be it out of pragmatism or maybe some sick desire to make the proceeding spectacle more fun to watch.]

—Empty. [His answer comes with the hint of a scoff, scornful and irate, and he curses quietly to himself under his breath: gottverdammt.] I should be flattered they are this frightened of us. I should be.

[But nope, it just frustrates him. He already knows he's frightening. Even without his weapons or tools, he's still a force to be feared. All this does is postpone the inevitable because now it forces him to find replacements. What a chore.

He peels a fold of Kaz's coat back to get a better look at his holsters, just to double check, offering him a fuller view of the man's uniform. It's very fancy, very professional. The style isn't unrecognizable either; this is a commander's uniform, no doubt. Color Medic intrigued.]

You're a soldier. High-ranking, I presume. [And he swings his eyes back to Kaz's face, peering at him carefully.] American? Who are you with?

Souvenir?

[Lys stands up, unfolding long limbs — and shit but if she isn't way too tall, easily topping six feet. Too lanky to be considered "big", at least, more like a scarecrow than a tank. She has to look down at Max to maintain eye contact, accepting the offered polaroid with too-trusting ease.]

...hey, that's me! [The photo is studied for a long moment, then flipped over, then back again. Then once more, all over again, clearly hoping to divine the secret to the thing's existence. Like clockwork gears slipping smoothly into place, a low-key fascination settles over her pale features.] How'd you do that? With that weird clicky box thing?

[She's dressed like a reject from a Renaissance Fair, which might go some way toward explaining that tidbit of ignorance; black leather, heavy winter boots, a dark blue tunic neatly buckled but far from new, ragged at the edges from hard use.]

Yeah.

I'm hungry.

[The words are simple but heavy. Growled with effort. His stomach is churning loudly as he looks over Amanda's own unique body, eyes that are still too sensitive unable to be shielded by his usual glasses in this form.]

[He approaches with a limp, new limbs still aching with the pains of the missing stumps before, hazarding getting closer to a faerie. (Becoming aware of one's new supernatural lot in life is a hell of an adjustment).]

[He doesn't know that another version of him was around before. Younger and healthier. For him, he might as well be a fledgling.] I smell them everywhere. I don't know how I just know what they are. [Or that he wants to eat them. The words of a monster who had no one explain the implications of this new form, or this new way of life to him.]

Japanese-American, actually. [He clung to that recessive blond gene like hell.] But- nng... -But I live independently. No affiliation outside of my own private forces.

[No guns for him either, huh. Catch a good look behind his glasses and his eyes are sheened over and glassy. Almost like cataracts but too reflective. And those eyes are squinting thoughtfully.]

Seems kind of strange to dump us out in the middle of nowhere unarmed. Maybe this is psychological. Put us out here without weapons. Don't attack us straight away, make us wait until they're sure we need help. [There's all kinds of speculating he can do. On one hand, it feels like there's no time for it. Their priority should be to get to somewhere. On the other hand, all they can do unarmed as they are is to keep moving and speculate.]

Who are you with, Doc?

[A medic, obviously. But another PF? Maybe someone Cipher had a beef with? Or an unhappy soldier in the field that just got caught up in some mess?]

"I don't know where they came from. I don't think it's here." Actually, they're supposedly servants of beings outside time and space, but that just sounds crazy.

"Look, I don't know about any of that. I just want to get back." He's frustrated and he sounds like it.

Mycroft was in too much sudden pain to say anything much else, but within seconds he sported long fangs where his ordinary human teeth used to be. It was all over in another moment, and he just stood (or whatever the equivalent was for a snake-man was) there in an attempt to recover from the latest shock.

"This is insane, when will it end!?"

His words sounded somewhat garbled and uneven, between the forked tongue and the big ol' teeth his mouth was fairly crowded. Or at the very least, he wasn't used to them enough for his speech to be unaffected.

Edited 2017-09-13 23:27 (UTC)

Mycroft's face in pain was enough to make Waldo turn away and swallow deeply. He took a breath and resolved to at least try to help, to be neutral and dispassionate, as bad as he was at it.

"Knowing the other snake guys I've seen, that should be the end.

Unless you grow scales too." He winced a bit, wishing he hadn't added that last part. Not exactly comforting.

Thought I told you not to do anything stupid.

[This asshole...conversation pushed from her mind, she aims her gun at him as he steps closer. Did he really expect her to just let a beast on the hunt, one who's just admitted he's hungry and smelling prey, to approach her with impunity? As if she'd take that chance.]

You stay where you are.

Mycroft sighed heavily, looking fairly unhappy. At this point he really wouldn't be surprised. He was a monster enough already.

"Fantastic. It's wonderful to have something to look forward to."

He rubbed his jaw, the pain fortunately fading. His forked tongue flicked out again. Horrible thing. The extra senses were, admittedly, not entirely a bad thing, but it was terribly disconcerting to keep seeing a snake tongue in his face every few minutes.

"Can you actually taste with it or is it just for show?" His scientific curiosity is overwhelming his sensitivity.

"I know. Another lucky vampire here has knees that bend backwards." He grimaces. "Always another surprise."

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 7 of 11

Test Drive Meme

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Bertolt Hoover | Attack on Titan

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Re: I have missed this asshole.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject