Test Drive Meme

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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.

Comments

[brotrips]

( Dark eyes turn to Boone, pain creating a bit of haze over the iris, but he seems to be able to understand what he's being asked. The answer is on a delay, the agony strong enough to slow his thought processes.

It hurts, but he has to think past that.

Another wave of pain washes over him, causing him to bend down as if trying to curl into himself and simply disappear. If only it were that easy. Instead, he can feel the sharp points working their way through the sensitive flesh. )

Damn it... ( Despite his voice being so low, it's full of rage. It does allow him to grow slightly more grounded. ) Yeah, get me out of here.

[thumbsdown]

[He hears the anger in his voice, but doesn't acknowledge it yet. He needs to move the guy before he gets too pointy. He imagines that wouldn't be fun for either of them. He picks Noctis up and starts to hurry out of the crowd- something made easy by the sight of a werebear carrying a bloodied body. Nobody wants to deal with that.]

Might not be able to take you too far, but I can get you away from here.

[He finds an alley with nobody around, and sets Noctis back down on the ground. He's not worried about being potentially attacked. He's fought off worse than a few gang members, and with a lot less than his new power. And even though it's dark, he can see just fine.]

[brotrips]

( It's a directionless anger, one aimed not at the helpful stranger, but the pain that consumes every nerve in his body.

Due to his royal status, Noctis is accustomed to help. Even if he made no difference between himself and the 'commoners' of his land, he was awarded bodyguards to make sure he was always safe. It's that reason that he doesn't feel too suspicious of a stranger helping him in his weakest moment, though it was also true that Noctis has little to give here, little to take. )

Tch!

( The prince often internalizes his real emotions, and he tries to hide the full extent of the pain, but the magnitude makes it impossible. Noctis reaches for cloth, skin, or anything that might be within reach and grasps with more force than he intends. It's meant to be some kind of outlet, some small attempt at controlling something. )

[thumbsdown]

[Noctis' hands find the cloth of Boone's shirt, but he doesn't pull back or make an attempt to free himself. He doesn't think he could, even if he wanted to. So he just stays where he is, though he's mindful of those spikes and where they're starting to poke out. He doesn't feel like going home full of holes.]

You might have to let go if I hear anything. Just letting you know.

[He trusts that he understands that, even through the pain.]