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TEST DRIVE MEME: JANUARY

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 is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin 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 on the more informative end of the scale. 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 readers saying they're lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

Then there are 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

Reika Rikudou | Fate/Apocrypha

[leaveittomother]

[[There probably will be spoilers in the replies, if you're sensitive to that.]]

A. Arrival

[The sting of salt getting into in the old wounds on her stomach and arm is what wakes up Reika out of her daze. There's new scrapes, apparently, yet it's the one on her belly that gets her attention the most. Her short dress clings to her body as she gets to her knees.

Was this one of those dreams again? A glance at her surroundings told her 'no'. This wasn't London. Even the stink wasn't the same as that hell... Ah. That was a pain. Maybe it was just an illusion by one of those enemy magi. Reika didn't know what they could do, after all. It was possible and yet--]

What a pain.

[It's said with little emotion as she stands up. There was no reason to get upset, after all. What was the point in getting angry over things you couldn't possibly change? Reika was going to leave it at that when she looked down at her hand.

There was only three Command Seals on her hand. The third had been erased, leaving only faint lines as if someone had rubbed it out. Reika suddenly swallows. Her expression of vague annoyance doesn't change but that makes her look up and down the length of the beach.

If she had been alone when she showed up here then that was it. She probably made some miscalculation but she wasn't. Even if Jack had been injured... Reika forces herself to move along the beach.]

Jack! Jack, can you hear me?

[Why wasn't the Command Seals responding? Could she have only use one to bring her Servant to her? Jack hadn't said anything like that. Oh, this surely was a pain. She really had to find Jack before those magi did.]

B. Network

[Hello, network. There's currently an anonymous posting that simply reads:]

I'm looking into mysterious deaths, not related to all this monster business. That is, has anyone been found with a missing heart lately?

C. The Fog God's Domain

[One might say this is a kind of hell. People throwing themselves around a bonfire with joy. An empty, desolate town.

Reika watches all of this with a wry smile. She's heard about the conflict between the gods. It was this spat that separated her from her child, after all. Both had to be destroyed but she didn't hate either. That was futile. The exuberance of the worshipers was just as futile.

Yet, maybe that's why she was brought here. Fog never held any terror to her, even with all of it's dangers. Those dwelling here never really experience the terrible choking mist that would poison anyone who breathed it in nor the one who stalked in it. No, Reika Rikudou never could fear the Fog God.

Instead she stands in front of the bonfires and close her eyes.]

Maybe if it were quieter it would be peaceful here. I could think of worse places...

D. Wildcard

[Throw an idea at me and we'll work something out.]

Leon Kuwata | Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

[camelopards]

[Know what, why not! Let's see what we can come up with!]

A. Arrival

'Nngh, sweet jeez, my head...'

That had to have been the worst sleep Leon had ever gotten. The stifling air had this unbearable sweaty reek, everything around him felt all wet and gritty, and there was this loud roaring in his ears, probably from some piece-of-shit generator or someth-

'Wait. Is this...sand?'

Then a wave spilled over him, and everything within him screamed as an intense stinging seized his entire body. He let out a sharp "YEOWW!" as he was finally jarred into wakefulness, and it turned into choking coughs as he realized there was sand in his mouth, too. When his fit was over, he lay gasping on the ground, shrimped over on his side with his eyes in a wide-open glare.

Oh. Now everything made sense. Sort of.

He slowly heaved himself into a sitting position (he was damp everywhere, he just noticed, which just made him feel grosser), and his eyes shifted around rapidly as he took in his surroundings. It was dark out, but there was a big full moon in the sky, so there was plenty of light to see by. To his left, the beach stretched far away until it met these tall cliffs in the distance. To his right, the sea crashed away at the land, sending more sheets of water spilling up towards him - and it was here he realized that he was dangerously close to the tide, so he quickly scrambled to his feet (fuck, fuck, every movement was sheer pain) and staggered out of reach. Aside from sand, cliffs, and water, he didn't see or hear anything, not even the sound of seagulls crying or anything like that. It seemed he was alone.

"Damn," he sighed to himself. "First that stupid bear's nonsense, now this?" This joke had long stopped being funny, and whoever was behind it was just dicking around now. This didn't even make sense in the context of earlier, how could one go from being trapped in some Battle Royale knockoff to being stranded on a beach in tropical Hell-Knows-Where?

He suddenly froze. There was a new noise, faint but still audible from somewhere behind him. It was human - a woman, it sounded like - calling for someone. Leon whirled around in its direction, his spirits feeling a sudden jolt of new energy - someone else in the same boat!

"Yo, hey!" he shouted as loud as he could, though it felt like a million little razors were wrecking his throat as he did so. "Can you hear me? Hellooo!" He began to pace slowly down the beach, raising his voice again now and then. At the same time, he instinctively raised a hand to his hair, running his fingers through it - god, he hoped the ocean hadn't messed it up too much, he still needed to look presentable. So it was that he made his way towards the voice until, in the distance, he could see a woman with long, darkish-looking hair - presumably the voice's owner.

Daniel "Danny" Dickens | Angels of Death

[doctorize]

ONE: Arrival

[So, you know, usually the first thing someone does upon waking up on the beach with a mouth full of sand is get upset (which, he is) and demand answers to the nearest person or gesticulate angrily to the sky as to how they got there, but--]

Who the hell just dumps people into the ocean, or leave washed up on the beach like that--do you have any idea the kind of damage salt water or, god forbid, grains of sand, can do to one's eyes? If I have to deal with being blinded on top of everything else to do with this fucked up wake up call, they may as well have just killed me instead...

[... That sure is an interesting set of priorities the new guy has here.]

TWO: Network

My name is Doctor Daniel Dickens: yes, I've read the cute little pamphlets that have been provided, yes I'm still human at the moment, and no, I can't say that I'm looking forward to potentially craving human flesh in the next few weeks or so and find it absolutely disgusting, so on and so forth. I'm sure you've already heard similar remarks from newcomers before, so I'll spare you on hearing them again.

I am curious though about something regarding the supposed changes we're expected to go through here. If you'll care to indulge me for a moment, that is.

My question is, how many of you have a new set of peepers now in comparison to what you had before? Do they do anything special, or is it just an aesthetic change in appearance? Do you prefer these new eyes, or wish you still had your previous pair to see with instead?

THREE: Wildcard

[ooc: throw an idea or something at me that you wanna play with and we'll make it happen]

Network. As in yelling on voice.

[zackthekiller]

[That voice. That name. That damn word... ]

>> KILLERANGEL has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN02.

[When Danny enters the command, he'll hear a bitterly growling voice coming from his laptop's speakers. The sound's somewhat distorted, as if someone was trying to record the television with a smartphone, but the voice should be very damn familiar.]

Welcome to Hell, asshole. How the fuck are you still alive?

Network

[leaveittomother]

One has to wonder if the eyes change completely or if it's just a surface change. How would someone even know?

A

[electrophage]

You think you've got it bad?

[Oh, he's here for suffering competition. You've got a very sour-looking older man dressed in red and looking like a soaked cat.]

Forget your disgusting little flesh eyes and their easily damaged bodies, I have been forced into one of these.

[He will motion to all of himself.]

Komasan | Youkai Watch

[monge]

Two

[No matter what, no matter how, Komasan always seems to find his way into the city. ...Which he is totally okay with in this case, because Bavan is a lot less scarier than Vandare is somehow. Probably because there's a whole lot less guns in his face. Which is good, because this is definitely not his face and he doesn't want to break something that doesn't belong to him. So there's definitely an awkward looking young man parading his way through the city, walking around like his legs are almost too tall for him. Because they are. Komasan grew twice his original size just by becoming human, and people are already telling him he's going to change again. Okay, cool.

Not that he really minds the pamphlets, though, they're a great distraction from all the Too Much™ that's going on around him, and he'd much rather look at the pretty pictures than worry his head off.]

Moonggeee~ [His eyes sparkle as he reads the little descriptions, never questioning any of it for a second. The people here are actually aware of their youkai, truly amazing.] I never met a furry fish before, I-I kinda wannna pet one now, zura...

[But where can he find such a majestic creature? Probably not the city, and he can't go back to that ocean he came from... Hm.

Asking seems to be the way to go, so he throws his pamphlet in the air and begins to yell for anyone who might listen. He can do that now that people are going to see him 24/7. Why not abuse it?]

Heellloooo~?? I'd like to meet the fish in the pictures, please, zuraaaa~!!

Four (Slime)

[Have you ever just...melted? That was the highlight of Komasan's morning, and he can't say it's an experience he'd recommend. He probably shouldn't have gone out in the fog, but there's so many cute little shops around here, it's hard to forget that you're about to transform into a horrible monster.

..."Horrible" might be an overstatement, though. The whole ~suddenly becoming a green puddle of goo~ is definitely...alarming, sure, but the creature that reforms from that goo is anything but scary. Komasan finds himself back in a shape similar to his original form, albeit much simpler and a whole lot squishier. It's as if he'd become a giant gummy puppy, complete with colorful candy coloring.

His legs are stout and simple enough to form, but they push down and glop into the pavement with every step he takes over to the nearest shop window. ...Which isn't as easy as it once was, now that he's back to his original size.]

Ah!

[If being smaller bothers him, he sure isn't showing it, though. In fact, he seems pretty pleased, squishing his cheeks in his barely formed paws.]

This is more like it, zura.

[.....that's it. That's all he has to say on the matter before he starts strolling along again, as if nothing happened.]

Two

[linettisetgo]

But why go looking for the fish in the pictures, when you could meet a living legend right here?

[Gina doesn't know anything about the fish in the pictures because she's declined every pamphlet she's been offered except for the one about werewolves. She looks over at the awkward young man and offers him a winning, magnetic smile. Nay, a smile that almost transcend's description. You're in luck, awkward little man.]

Hi... Gina Linetti. Tell me about your famous fish.

two

[hauntpadour]

[Oh dear lord, how do people keep getting these pamphlets. Who keeps handing them out. Egon needs to have a word with them.]

[He frowns way, way down at the young man and shakes his head very disapprovingly.]

There is no furry fish. That publication is rife with misinformation.

Here, this should be much more useful.

[Here, have one of these massive books he's holding thrust into your hands.]

Lessa | Dragonriders of Pern

[betweened]

[A. Pamphlet Shmanphlet | Unchanged]

[Lessa, sharp-witted as she is, has settled into gathering as much information as possible as quick as possible. If she's going to survive here then she needs to know what she's working with and, given time, what she can use to her advantage. The helpfulness of the locals is appreciated, and the knowledge that 'I might just eat you if you don't' can get her access to most things is indispensable. Would she actually? That's not the point. The point is that saying it gets results.

These pamphlets, though... She almost might eat the man who gave them to her, because so far they're a load of herdbeast dung.]

This [she pronounces with an air of deep distaste to anyone who is within earshot] is not a dragon!

[B. Mob Song | Werewolf]

[There are still humans who actively take it upon themselves to fight back against the monsters in their midst. They rove in small gangs, particularly at night, in the name of keeping the streets 'safe'. Anyone passing by a particular alley in Bavan will hear shouting mixed with sharp, booming barks.

Lit by by the light of torches (torches, how quaint) is a hulking black beast with burning gold eyes and a long, sloping, fanged snout. Its back is hunched, its forearms are disturbingly long, its ears are laid flat back and really the only indicator that it is in any way human is the tattered remains of a white shirt and a tan skirt that probably used to sweep the ground but is now more knee-length.

It's a full moon, and Lessa is fucking pissed. She spots a fellow monster and lifts her head on its long, maned neck.]

You! Help me drive them off!

[It isn't spoken like a request.]

[C. Network | Kelpie]

this is impossible to bear
my hair has become some kind of limp and smelly plant
it snaps and will not behave when i attempt to braid it
if i leave it loose it tangles and drags on the ground
cutting it only makes it grow back twice as stubborn
must i salt my own scalp to tame this scourge

B

[peaceamongworlds]

[What the fuck is this, an angry mob? He glances over at the very indignant werewolf and rolls his eyes before turning back to the mob in question.]

What? Alright, sure. I'll---[He takes a pull from his flask and sticks it back in his pocket before wiggling his fingers in an halfheartedly ominous 'spirit fingers' motion without moving from where he's leaned against the wall.] Heeeyyy... Stay back or I'll---I don't know; I'll fuck you up. oooOOOoooOoh... Real scary goatbat.

Kotoko Utsugi | Danganronpa Another Episode

[dameofhearts]

((OOC: Please please PLEASE take a peek at Kotoko's permissions post before you interact with her, as there are some potentially triggery/uncomfortable things that can come up!))

[Wakey Wakey]

[Her entire body feels like it hurts. Did she die somehow? But if she was dead, she definitely wouldn't be this achy, right? It takes her a few seconds to realize she's turned her face into sand, and she jerks back with a spluttering cough and a gag, frantically spitting the sand out of her mouth and wiping at her tongue with her fingers.]

Euch! Blech! Gross! ...Huh? When did Towa City get a beach...?

[She looks around in confusion. She'd...just been in the city, hadn't she? Kotoko frowns, looking around the sand, but there's no weapons near-by. Which is a shame, because the tell-tale crunch of footsteps on sand has her scrambling to her knees and-- Freezing, midway through getting up.

That sure is a wary adult with a gun.]

D-demons...? [Without a weapon, she knows better than to attack just right now--she's not that crazy or anything. But for all intents and purposes she looks like a waterlogged little girl having a gun pointed at her, and maybe that's why the man is hesitant.

Her eyes dart around the sand; there are some sharp-looking shells littered about, and she figures if she aims well enough she can get a good stab in. Anything can be a weapon with enough force behind it...

Or maybe it's better if you interfere and help a poor, scared little girl out, hm?]

[Eggs and...Bacon?]

[She doesn't trust any of these adults, doesn't touch any of the food they give her--just in case--but she sure is bossy. She stands on a chair, sitting on the back of it and gives out demands like a little queen once she realizes how terrified some of the seem of her. Which... It doesn't make much sense, but she's okay with it.

Despite her haughty little attitude though--and the fact the table she's sitting at is piled high with untouched cakes and pastries--Kotoko's eyes are wild and sharp, darting about and examining everything.

She examines some of the pamphlets and raises her eyebrows at the one talking about alternatives for human flesh. Why tho.]

Hey, hey! [She turns towards the nearest person with a big grin on her face, waving the pamphlet around for attention] Did you know? Human flesh tastes just like pork! Isn't that tasty? And the average person will eat 28 pigs in their lifetime! That's so much tonkatsu to eat! And, and, pigs can grow to be over 500 pounds! That's over 225 kilograms! Suuupeper adorbs, right? I want a pet pig!

Hey! [She suddenly whips around to one of the attending locals] I want a pet pig! Make sure it's super adorbs, or I'll slices your belly open with a razorblade and stuff an apple in your mouth and roast you! I'll rub lots of salt in it too! [The person looks terrified as they run off, but Kotoko just starts cracking up.]

[Take A Break]

[Being around all these adults has set Kotoko's teeth on edge, and after a while she's escaped form them to go take refuge somewhere quiet and away from them all, probably deep in some backaleey or something. She only allows herself a brief couple minutes of just breathing though before she starts to get angry about it all.

She's grabbed a convenient stick and just started whacking at the walls and any other inanimate object. It's an explosion that's been building and building and it's exploded now in a...surprisingly constructive way? Look at least she's not straight up stabbing people. This time.]

Stupid, filthy demons everywhere! Getting their stupid filthy hands on everything! Why are there so many!? They should all! Just! Die! They should be stabbed, over and over and over and over until their eyeballs are falling out and then shoved into a septic tank to suffer! Argh!

[If someone comes up on her, she doesn't even think before whipping round and throwing it at them as hard as she can, in one smooth motion. After, regardless of if it connects or totally misses, Kotoko throws her hands up to her mouth, eyes wide in faux-concern, as if all that rage and violence had never even happened]

Oopsies! I'm sooo sorry, I don't know what came over me! Are you alright?

Wakey wakey. ....because why not have a murderchild meet a murderchild?

[heartknocklife]

[Jack really couldn't care much about people in general mostly. It's just not in her nature. Being abandoned on a beach, though, is enough for her to look for others. Someone brought them there, that's for sure. The question is why? How?

That's when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye. Jack's knives are gone but she knows a weapon when she sees one. She doesn't even care that much about the kid it's being pointed at--though just a bit more than if it was an adult, honestly.

Even if she feels like she's not as fast as usual she grabs the largest rock she could fit in her hand. Then, with a sharp grin, she charges the man. Jumping up she smashes him in the back of the head with a giggle.]

Hehe...too easy.

[There was many questions she needed answered but at least she could still bring down people--oh hold on. She frowns.] Still breathing? Boring, boring.

[Then a glance at Kotoko. ... She glances down at herself for a moment. Ah..] You have cute clothes.

[Give.]

Take a break. Because we probably need two murderers in the same place.

[zackthekiller]

[Zack's gotten into the habit of going into the back alleys every so often. Mostly for the nostalgia, really. Sure, he managed to find a nicer place to stay, but it doesn't quite have the feel of a dingy street. Not to him.]

[Unfortunately, he just so happened to enter the back alley that had a screaming half pint whacking everything with a stick. Having that stick hit him right in the metal snout with a hollow thunk? Even worse.]

[Zack grumbles and rubs at the area. It's suprising how much pain you can still feel when you're slowly turning into a bunch of robot parts... But ya know, whatever this girl's doing happens to be a shared coping mechanism.]

Rrgh... I'm fine... Don't you have any other shit to wreck?

Wakey wakey

[maskinglayer]

[That was Kotoko! That was definitely, absolutely Kotoko, there was no doubt about it. Jataro had been busy combing the beach for shells and visiting the fish who decided to swim close when he spotted her, eyes immediately drawn to the pink. And then he spotted the adult pointing his gun at her...

It was easy to react at this point, second nature as he gathered water from the ocean and sent it to engulf the man's head, holding it there while he struggled to breathe. The gun was soon dropped, the human clawing at the water as if that would help him escape, but the mer has had plenty of time to perfect this technique by now. It's not until he's drown and dead, lying on the sand, that the water slips away and the brightly colored lobster approaches.]

Kotoko-chan! Kotoko-chan, did that demon hurt you?

[The face is likely unfamiliar to her without a mask hiding it, but maybe his voice and the fact that he knows her is good enough? Well, and at least his eyes haven't changed any, aside from taking on a somewhat glassier, fishy look... Too bad he's not wearing his apron today, just a side bag full of who knows what.]

take a break

[expectional]

[It's the sound of wood banging against brick that catches Nagisa's attention. But it's the voice that follows shortly afterwards that actually makes him investigate. He'd planned on just ignoring it and continuing on his way, but...he recognizes that voice. Not just the sound of it, but what's beingsaid.]

[Could it really be...?]

Kotoko-ch--augh! [He manages to take about two steps into the alleyway before having to throw his hands up to shield his face. The stick connects, though rather than the soft fwump of wood connecting with flesh, there's a loud clatter of wood-on-wood. She totally just hit a stick with a stick.]

[He should have known better, of course she'd assume the worst and immediately attack. But, still he can't help be a little offended by this. There's a distinct frown on his face when he brings his arms back down. A look that Kotoko should recognize, even if the face is a lot greener than it was the last time she saw it.]

I'm fine, but I'd prefer you not do that again...it's just me.

Ibuki Mioda | Dangan Ronpa | Reapping!

[fretless]

[A]

[Waking up facedown in the sand is fun and all, but really only when she decides to do that on her own. There's sand all up in her nose and ears and mouth, and she's pretty sure she's laying on a crab... or a very pokey rock. She's not totally certain.
But what's more important is the fact that it's the middle of the day, and she is just so not a daytime person, anymore. In fact, she's kind of nocturnal.
Mostly because she's still a werewolf.

She lifts her head off the sand -]

Ughhh, blublublub... Ibuki feels like a backwards drowned fish...

[- Before following it with the rest of her, sand and water matted up in her fur and weighing down her normall bouncy mood and her usually just as bouncy hair.
And she's going to look around on the beach a bit, looking a bit like a long haired cat that got drenched with a Super Soaker, but once she finds someone she knows (or doesn't, she's not picky), she's gonna stop and kind of...
Paw at their shoulder, or arm, or whatever part of it she can reach.]

Um...
Where'd Ibuki go just now? Are the gods starting to teleport people during their naps?
Or can werewolves sleep-fly?

... And do you gotta towel I can borrow? My hair is in some super sad state of affairs, and needs a little TLC!

[b]

[Or, maybe you're lucky! Maybe you run into this bundle of hair and joy after she's had a chance to perk up and clean herself off -
And if that's the case, you're going to be running into her as a little dog.
A very small fox, to be exact. Yes, this fox has piercings, yes, she looks like a living mascot for the deviantART community - just roll with it, because she's probably happy to see you!]

Hey, hey! You, you!
Do you have a moment to spare for cuuuute little foxy!? [Said as she bows her front half, tail wagging in the air.] Y'see...
Ibuki's got a mega bad itch right there between her little shoulder blades, and even as a not-bitty-fox, she still can't reach it!

But it'd be weird to scratch some random girl's back on the street, right? So, I'm a fox! That's okay, right?
Pleeeeaaaase? Ibuki'll give you something nice in return! Promise!

[She has nothing on her. Aside from her accessories, but considering she looks like she made those specifically for when she's in her travel form, those likely aren't what she means.]

B!

[1019]

[Well, look who thinks he's so damn sneaky.

All hanging there in a cross-street - narrow enough not to catch the sun. Hood up, regardless, red eyes all a-glow, a gem and a tooth hanging from his neck again. Back against the wall!

He... thought he heard her coming! That was a very Ibuki-like shout! Set off something in his brain like a neon sign going off; good lord it's refreshing to be hearing that voice around again...

But, y'know what?

Heh-heh, she sounds like she's in the middle of something...!

He's hung where he is to... watch the show, for a little bit, as she goes and rattles off her request to a stranger, up until he...

...Well, can't keep himself out of the spotlight for very long. Especially not... all things considered; he was practically feeling his nerves twitch with the eagerness of an animal tensed down watching a laser pointer slow down as he...

...sank down into a crouch...!

And that is where he is now.

Eyes popping wide and brow roofing.]

Pssst!

[Lifts a hand, palm forward, fingers splayed - a series of side-to-side waves off the wrist with an unblinking Cheshire smile.

Turns his hand in! Lowers it, with rapid finger-twitching beckoning at the first joint.

Because oh-kay, show's over.

C'mon this way, lady; surely you're gonna have more luck with a buddy than a stranger...!]

Chrollo Lucilfer | Hunter x Hunter

[keymash_name]

[Pamphlets]

[Interesting. That one word is all the feeling he currently has about his new arrival. He got marooned on a cursed island, a predicament but not one like him can't escape. But he's in no rush, there's plenty of time to observe.

The matter of this monstrous transformation curse didn't feel like much a concern to him. And from his walking it didn't see much a concern to them either. Of course some cast him dirty glances, a man in a fur-trimmed coat and the cross tattoo on his forehead, but what care did he have for opinions?

Of course, the flyers do catch his eye. He quietly picks up and thumbs through 'Grooming Your Fairy', reaching the addendum about the flyer's punchline. He pockets the flyer before simply grabbing the rest. The local handing them out obviously objects.]

Why your attachment? They were no value to you before. But now that they're taken, you feel entitled to something you saw as trash.

[Like that was somehow the definitive answer, Chrollo walks away from the yells of 'thief!'. No need to stop him at all.]

[Network | Arachne]

the sound the body makes when it rearranges itself is like a novice choir.
I wonder if I will be the same person I was before this curse took hold?
or if my transformation is a reflection of my soul?
tell me if you were told one day that this was heaven would you still try to escape?

[Wildcard]

[OOC: if you got something else you wanna do, go absolutely wild.]

Network

[me_underfire]

If someone told me this was heaven, they're either lying or they've lost their mind.

Bethan Costigan | OC

[throughavisordarkly]

[1 - Arrival.]
[Shit. What the hell happened?]

[Bethan spits sand and salt, scrubbing at her mouth with the back of one hand. Her skin stings all over, a thousand and one tiny cuts. It's been a while since she felt this kind of beat up.]

[When she looks up, it's straight into the barrel of a gun.]

Oh, fuck off!

[About ten minutes later, she leaves the spot where she woke up, and the local still doubled over and cradling his balls, and heads towards the lights on the horizon. You may see her on the beach, limping slightly, with an expression of flat anger and the man's shotgun hanging from one hand.]


[2 - Pamphlets.]
[This has been a long day, and it's not getting any better. She took a couple of pamphlets at first, flicked through them, and immediately balled them up and threw them away, because this is the stupidest thing she's ever heard.]

[But people keep giving them to her. She'd normally just bypass them as best she could and get inside, but she doesn't have an apartment here yet, oddly enough. In the end, her temper snaps, and she wheels around to confront the person nearest her.]

I swear to god, if you give me one more fucking pamphlet, I'm going to flatten you into one!

[...Not her best threat ever. Oh, well. She's tired.]


[4 - Changes (Nephilim)]
[She's been looking forwards to the changes, actually, once she realised how this works. Being human never worked out that well for her, anyway. People have told her it hurts, but she considers herself pretty tough, so whatever. Transformation hurts. It kind of looks worth it, though.]

[But she's not prepared for just how it hurts. Everything, every inch of her, seems to be splitting open, the air reeking of blood and sweat, the skin on her back and sides stretched to breaking point.]

[She collapses up against a wall, gasping for breath against the pain, and screams. It sounds as much a scream of anger as of pain.]

Jesus fucking Christ!

4

[retested]

He's not here right now. Luckily for you, I can recommend a substitute.

[Suddenly there's a figure leaning against the wall and looking down at Bethan with a wry grin. She seems to be enjoying the other woman's suffering just a little too much.]

Noodle | Gorillaz (between Phases 3-4)

[camelopards]

[My friend told me you can test out more n' one character here, so that's what I'll attempt to do now! Lessee if I can pull her off, she's a long-time favorite of mine...]

C. The Fog God's Domain

No sooner had the mysterious voice finished its question did Noodle find herself in a setup that perhaps felt a little too familiar to her than it should for anyone. Roaring bonfires dotted all over the surrounding darkness, the revelrous cries coming from the forms dancing wildly in their glow (or perhaps engaged in more lurid activities...) - yep, sure seemed like a proper domain for a dark god or a few. She could easily imagine happening upon Murdoc amid one of these crowds, and she half-humored the thought of looking.

"Seek us out," eh? Ah, what the hell; she wasn't gonna get any answers just standing here.

So she began wandering around from bonfire to bonfire, trying to pick out anyone who looked even slightly sober enough to be able to tell her anything useful. All the while, her curious ears were also attuned to what few intelligible snatches of wild prayer and paean they could catch, and each new bit of information added more fuel to the similarly-blazing fire of questions in her head. Whoever these Fog Gods were, they certainly sounded fascinating - might it have been they who had asked for her audience, and should they be trusted? 'Well, you've slain demons before,' she told herself. 'Let's hope actual deities aren't much different there.'

I apologize, for he is the only character I have who would actively go to Dyster.

[1019]

Unfortunately, the visitors to Dyster most likely to have their heads clear weren't her worshippers rather than her "pets".

Good ol' monsterkind. As far as Lucas was aware anyone had gleaned, paying their respects simply by living and hunting and causing a mess. It wasn't what he believed, anymore - nor was he any longer interested in paying her any sort of respect or thanks. Still, without incentive, it was an assumption he was perfectly content to kick back and follow along with.

If he could help it?

Nothing he did was for any reason other than that he liked it. Or that he could like it.

And he'd been visiting Dyster from time to time ever since that one thing that got yanked out of his monster life was put back not out of thanks for anything, but because he did, in fact, like Dyster.

With everything burning up and lighting into fun again, so did it.

His visits were aimless, this one included. He came to soak in the atmosphere, expose himself to the oohs and aahs and the groveling of the humans - regarders of monsters like lowly servants would treat some royal's prized panther. Sometimes follow the scent of blood for a quick bite or a spectacle, maybe get a drink and watch as the fires went up and dervishing dancers flocked.

But it was hard for him to turn off his brain, especially with regards to the detection of potential subjects of curiosity.

And hell if spotting a girl dressed very much not like a native and smelling, under the whiffs of gore and smoke and fire, nothing like a monster wandering between the crowds wasn't that.

A lift in his brow and his hands in his pockets before he turned his course like a buzzard's in the air to come up slouched and sauntering behind her - heh -- what brings freshmeat right into Fog-land...?

"Weeeeell, lookee what we got here...!"

His voice filtering itself out high, squeaking and rusting at the edges. Wide eyes glowing faintly in the fog.

"A tourist, huuuhhh -- ...?"

Katurian Katurian | The Pillowman | reapp

[goryteller]

[first, beach]

[Katurian wakes up on the beach just like everyone else. He tastes salt water on his tongue. His ears pop and slosh. All along his skin, he feels cuts and bruises, lines of pain that remind him of a clumsy pen pressed to paper.

Was I asleep? he wonders. And then, more urgently, more sickeningly: Is this death?

If you're on the beach today, you might just find a man comprised entirely of shadows (a living silhouette, a shadow puppet of a man -- Katurian is never short on metaphors) staring numbly at the world around him. Sometimes he's pacing aimlessly. Other times, he's on his hands and knees, his gaze fixated on the sand underneath him. Either way, he doesn't seem to be in any rush to leave the beach.]

[second, beach]

[When a man shoves a shotgun in his face, Katurian laughs.

It's not a confident, 'ha ha, you pathetic mortal!' sort of laugh, nor is it completely tinged with hysteria -- although it comes close. No, it's tired. It's the laugh of a man who spent all day building a card castle only for it to collapse with the final card. Or -- more accurately -- it's the laugh of a man who was literally shot in the head four fucking minutes ago.]

Are you fucking serious?

[He doesn't raise his hands or step back. His shadow tendrils don't unfurl. There's a certain numbness keeping him in place. Detachment. Right now, it's the only thing keeping him sane.]

[third, network]

wilhelm;

I don't have a fucking clue what's going on

[Several minutes pass. Then:]

Sorry. That was a little rude, wasn't it? And more than a little confusing. [Beat.] And it was also a more than a little rude, now that I think about it. So, to summarize, it was a little more than rude and a little more than confusing, that thing I just wrote. Ha ha ha.

Anyway, I think I might be losing my mind. And I'd rather not lose my mind. I'd rather not. I ccccccccc

Sorry again! Slip of a finger. If I can call what I have fingers. Can I? It's funny because growing up, I always thought I'd have fingers. Even in my dreams, I still have fingers. Ten fucking fingers. That's why we count to ten so often, isn't it? Maybe if we had seven fingers we'd count down from fucking seven.

I'm sorry. I need help. That's why I'm writing right now. I need help.

Help

network

[getmeoutofthedraft]

whichdoctor:

Holy shit. Katurian? Is that you, or is someone just using the same call-sign? Is that something people can do? It doesn't seem to happen very often.

Point is, if this is Kat, where the Hell have you been? And don't say "not here", because I know that.

Nos-4-a2 | Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

[electrophage]

One- Arrival

Nos immediately knows something is wrong, and not just because he's washed up up, beaten, on a beach. He did not deserve this garbage, but it had happened before.

He felt very strange, and when he moved he had legs, and his mouth was full of sand and spit. He was organic- he was human. "Augh!" The human man, once a mechanical vampire, rolls over and spits, wiping his mouth on an arm-length silver glove before ripping it off, exposing bare skin to the air.

For anyone nearby, they have an ornery late-middle aged man with messy silver hair and a salt-crusted red monocle hanging from his breast pocket jabbing a finger in their face. "You there! Tell me where I am."

3- seek us out

This place was disgusting, this flesh body was disgusting, and Nos looked forward to becoming a different monster, something at the very least was more useful than this body. He believed he even had a chance to become something like himself again, as a simulacrum.

When the fog god calls him, he takes it with absentminded pride to seek her out. Dyster is a place he could get used to, blanketed in fog and fire. The former vampire took a deep breath, looking over the followers before taking his place firmly next to the nearest monster.

"What is this place?"

Three

[camelopards]

[Lessee what I can come up with here! Leon's a manticore because I chose that at random, not sure what he'd actually be. He's been here quite a while in this RP, you'll notice.]

"Beats the hell out of me," he replied to the newcomer, some skinny old guy in a geeky-looking vampire cape (what, was he trying to blend in or some shit? It wasn't working). "All I know is I'm friggin' bored, I hope this meeting's over soon." As if to demonstrate, he followed that with a long, stretchy, open-mouthed yawn that showed off his glinting fangs and large, leathery wings (good thing they were at the very back of the crowd).

He hadn't been entirely lying - he hated how tedious these gatherings were, reverence to the gods be damned, and he wanted to get back to his hunting before the night was out. His nose and whiskers twitched and his barbed tail flicked a little as he studied this human; perhaps once this party was over, he could get the guy alone somehow and give him a more direct lesson on what monsters did here - dude was far from changing yet, so Leon could do what he liked, as far as he was concerned - but then again, maybe he was clueless enough to provide entertainment in ways that didn't involve becoming a snack. He couldn't help cracking a smile at these plans, but he was practiced enough at being cunning by now that it appeared simply as a friendly gesture.

"So, you got called in, I take it?" he said in a casual tone, his eyes twin candle flames in the glow of the fires all around. "Where'd ya blow in from, if you don't mind my asking?"

[Yes, even as a master of deception and charm, he's still the clueless one here, it seems - adding the aroma of feline arrogance to his character does not the most dignified critter make.]

Mòrag Ladair | Xenoblade Chronicles 2

[radiantflame]

1: Arrival

Brighid.

[Brighid does not answer and that is what concerned her the most. Her weapons are gone. She's in unfamiliar territory. But most importantly, Brighid is nowhere to be found.

But she doesn't panic. The Flamebringer does not panic. She picks herself up, and dusts herself off- as best she can, anyway. Her uniform is soaked and covered in sand. Even so, standing at full height, Morag is an intimidating figure. As strangers approach, she eyes them through the visor of her hat, her blank expression giving nothing away.

If you're more humanoid than monster:] You, there. Tell me what this place is.

[However, if you're more monstrous:] You are a Blade. Where is your Driver?

4: Gargoyle

[She's burning up.

Morag is no stranger to fire. The fire within her right now, however... it's violent. It's uncontrollable. It's threatening to tear her apart from the inside. She grips at her collar and feels newly formed claws rip through the fabric. It seems that everything she was told was correct. It's finally happening, and even though she knew to expect it, she's still not ready.

Another sharp pain down her spine sends her to her knees, gritting her teeth in pain. A sharp, wordless cry escapes her, and with it a puff of blue flame.

Even through this turmoil, Morag can sense someone is near. She turns her head, her eyes now betraying just the slightest sense of fear.]

Don't- don't just stand there. Do something!

Rei Ryugazaki | Free!

[freestyle_chrysalis]

Scenario 2)

[There is a difference between being polite and being a pushover, and unfortunately, Rei has not yet learned the difference between the two of them.

Always a polite boy, Rei happily accepted every single pamphlet and the gift basket that was handed to him-even when at this pace he would be in need of a wheelbarrow or even a kiddie wagon would do.

Would someone please lend a helpful hand or two or three to the boy?]

Scenario 4) Simulacrum

[You know the days where you wake up in the morning, and every single muscle in your body screams in protest at a mere twitch or muscle reflex? Yeah? Well, it's one of those days for Rei.

Everything hurt. His bones, his muscles, even his very skin hurt- particularly this spot that ran along his spine.

As such, Rei is taking it rather slow and easy as he silently nursed a cup of tea out in the open.]


Scenario 5) [Wild Card!]