graveyardsmash | Test Drive Meme: July

TEST DRIVE MEME: JULY

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.

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One

Okay, he's been knocked out or fallen asleep on the beach before. The young man wakes up slowly, curly hair lank with saltwater around his shoulders, and he finds himself wretching on a mouthful of sand and seawater. How did he end up on this stormy, gunpowder scented beach? He's not sure. he did remember coming here, Damien has been dead for years...

But the feeling of danger is familiar. He rubs his eyes and looks into the distance, at the city lights, and starts to drag himself up. This is going to be hell on his sinuses. It's not long before he notices the person in the short distance away- and they have shotguns.

Anyone else waking up may find a young, dark-haired young man tripping directly over them and sprawling face-down in the sand again as he runs from a group of angry villagers.

Three

This place is... strange, it feels unfamiliar, and not friendly, but also somehow inviting. It doesn't want him to leave, and he almost doesn't want to either. It's like this was where he was meant to come from the start.

Dyster offers a scent like home; crackling firewood, sea salt, mud road. He breathes it all in deeply, sitting in front of the bonfire and letting it cast orange shadows on his scarred face. After a while, though, he has to know exactly what this place is.

The nearest monster will find themselves being approached by Virgil, a human who looks like he fits right in with the other edible residents. "What's... going on here? Who's this fog god they're singing to?"

four-naga

Virgil is familiar with what people would call monsters from home- basilisks, harpies, and in more recent years mermaids, werewolves, satyrs, and more. The concept of becoming one though is... less familiar, it's terrifying. He'd been threatened with it once, offered it another time, but had never taken it up.

This time, he didn't have a choice or a way to fight it. It was just going to happen, and he had no clue what he was going to be- so he was told.

The young man found his skin itching wildly, turning to callouses. Even the callouses, after a few days, begin to flake away- and it leaves a lot of mess around wherever he goes, picking in the fog. It gives way to orange and black stripes of scales all down his arms and back, claws pushing out from underneath worn fingernails, and, eventually-

his eyelids come off in a bout of uncomfortable rubbing, and the young man shrieks.

[So. That guy just peeled off his own eyelids.

Not that Trent seems any sort of fazed. He looks like the kind of guy who wouldn't be fazed by much at all, not even by the fact that his hair's falling out and his hands are now vulture talons. Ryslig's pretty alright, he's decided.

This guy, though, is clearly having it rough.]

Hey. You alright, man?

[The young man-turned-Naga turns to the first person who addresses him, not surprised because, well... He was screaming in public because his eyelids had just fallen off as unceremoniously as a leaf off a tree. His eyes are wide, teeth gritted, staring up from his place hunched over himself with dark orange, unblinking snake's eyes.]

[He opens his mouth and shuts it without saying a word. Instead of answering he shakes his head and swallows miserably, beginning to move his hands in something that is very clearly sign language to anyone familiar with it. There is also a pencil tucked into his messy, curly hair, in case the young man addressing him doesn't understand the signs for "I have no clue what's happening to me, or what I'm becoming."]

Edited 2018-07-11 16:58 (UTC)

[Aaaaand being that he indeed does not know sign language, he just stands there, blinking at the dude. Yeah, you're clearly not okay, but Trent decides to wait until he says so.

His new eyes are pretty rad, though, and so are his scales.]

We have guys like that back home. They aren't real lizard-men, though.

[He will be very rad looking, when this is all over. He won't appreciate it for months though.]

[The mute naga takes another few monents of obvious panic to himself, claws still sticking out from under fingernails raking down his face, before realizing that... it didn't hurt. Despite all odds, having his eyelids fall off was merely shock.]

[White, translucent lids blink sideways over his eyes and Virgil shudders at the alien feeling before finding a notebook somewhere in his clothes and beginning to write, still shakey.]

You have what?

[Ah, so now he sees. He gives a nictitating-eyelid-blink of his own, a good long blink where you can get a good long look at the pale membranes, and then he smiles.]

They're big into body modification. Tattooing scales, teeth-filing, split tongues...you know. Trying to look like lizards.

[He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered that at some point before all of this. And indeed, he's not denying it at all.

And after a thoughtful moment, he adds, while pointing to Virgil's features:]

Bet they'd kill to look like you, though.

[Whoa, that is... whoa. The naga stares for a moment and blinks again, feeling around his eyes and scales while the young man talks. His tongue isn't forked or elongated yet, the senses he gains from it are extremely dull, but it still flickers out. It looks a little stupid on Virgil, for now. Thankfully he can hide it by keeping his head down and focus on writing.]

Never knew anyone who wanted to do that. I knew some mermaids, but not lizard people- actual lizard people or not.

[That gets a chuckle out of him. He could introduce you to the mermaids he knows, now that he's been here a while.

He reaches up to scratch at his head, and when the hand comes away, there's thick clumps of hair between the talons. He stares at it for a second, but then he just lets it drop. It's probably normal, he figures; compared to the thick black feathers growing on his back, it's no big deal at all.]

[Well, he misses the mermaids he knows. Mostly because he liked one of them, but whatever. Didn't matter a whole lot now, did it? He'd made a few friends here, right?]

[His strange-clear eyelids blink again, watching the other man's hair fall out as its tugged gently and touching his own long, luscious locks worriedly.]

...Are you feeling alright?

[Writes the guy who's eyelids just fell off.]

Test Drive Meme: July

Virgil Alexandrescu | Original | OTA

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Hello bird, I totally forgot to edit the top comment cause Virgils mute

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