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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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[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.]

[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 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.]

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.]

[He can smell that cleanliness, which is strange in contrast with the wolf smell. He even leans in a little to get a better sniff, but it remains the same. Strange.]

You'll know.

[He turns his head as he smells something else; it's not an animal, though. It's a human. The hunger starts to draw him over, but he stops himself with an animal-like growl.]

Dammit. What's a human doing out here at night? Waiting to die?

[Kaz can actually hear his stomach rumble. Louder than usual, ears far too keen. He salivates despite himself.]

[All new experiences, really, when encountering the smell of an average person. Even from this distance it's about the same as being trapped under a box with a particular someone, smelling his breath and those damned onions.]

I guess if they're out here, they have no choice.

Is it possible they came out armed?

[Which means they could be prepared for something like them. He knows if he had to go out into the woods full of potential opposition, he absolutely would be.]

[Boone holds an arm out, just incase the wolf bolts towards the target. Luckily, despite the loud growling of his stomach, he seems to be staying put.]

Probably. They've gotta know what's out here. Might even be hunting monsters.

[He pulls out his rifle from across his back, and crouches down. Doesn't do much considering his size, but it's a habit.]

Doesn't matter. If I can find them with my scope, we'll find out. Shouldn't be too hard. Follow me.

...Coming.

[A one word response as the wolf-man follows. Barely man at all, currently, and unsteady on his four limbs, two of which so new and awkward he doesn't know what to feel about them. Outside of 'foreign', they're definitely that.]

I'd be ready for it. I know if I lived in a place where I might be prey, I'd wanna be ready to get rid of them if I came out during their hunting hours.

[Hearing his own feet crunch through leaves with a one two one two instead of a reasonable gait just heightens his awareness of more of his differences. The worst part is now he's behind Boone and every single fiber of his being wants to sniff his behind. But the saner, more restrictive parts successfully restrain him. There's something stoic in there, enough humanity in his pride to save him from humiliation and possible retaliation.]

[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.

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.]

[Kaz doesn't seem all that offended. It is what it is. He dwells, but simultaneously he doesn't expect sympathy. He expects people to see endurance.]

[Except right now. He can't expect much with such unsteady paws.]

Hunting too, I guess.

[Which means he knows how to hunt them, which is more than Kaz knows. There's nothing more despicable than being at a disadvantage.]

What the hell do we do? [The tone would have been a grumble even if it weren't for his voice coming out of a fanged mouth.]

Well... we could leave him alone. He might find another monster then, though. Death isn't permanent here, but it's probably still not all that great to go through. And I doubt he'll talk to us. We can try, but if he's armed he knows exactly what he came in here to do.

[He looks conflicted, knowing that the easiest route would be to just kill him. Do humans come back? He never asked. He doesn't think so. But his stomach growls at the thought, and he has the decency to look ashamed for a moment.]

Not sure I'll ever get used to this. Wanting to eat people.

Eat people?

[The wolf's brow tenses unmistakably, knitting up in confusion as his eyebrows twitch. It hadn't truly occurred to him, put into words, what sort of hunger that he had. But yes, that was it. The desire to sink his teeth into a person was real and not just some vague, unruly thought. That instinct he felt had words.]

I want to eat people. [The words are repeated, again, working through the thought, before he can actually hear the man's footsteps. Far too close, intense, for something actually so far away. His ears tip forward.]

[Boone watches his ears move, and frowns at him.]

Yeah, it's something. Don't go bolting over there, though. I know what the hunger does to people. Makes you lose reason.

[He's already lost his own far too many times.]

I'm not that hungry.

[Yet, anyway. He can imagine how it might get worse, well up in him. This is a mild hunger, right now, and the idea of sinking the strangely distorted fangs in his mouth into a person isn't as repulsive as he sincerely wishes that it was. Somehow mauling and eating were separate entities in his head. Hunting and death aren't exactly the same as feeding off a person.]

[One could start arguing the philosophies of capitalism and war. But at least when you're a filthy profiteer you're still some variety of human.]

Let's go around him. Or kill him if we have to.

[He's not really ready to try out a person for a meal.]

Yeah. Might have to, but we can try to go around him first.

[Even if turning away from that scent makes something in him protest, he does it anyway.]

Came here looking for animals, not people.

[He hears a branch crack under the man's foot though, and then a quiet curse under his breath.]

He's headed this way. We should move.

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