Test drive meme: November

[ryslighelpers]

TEST DRIVE MEME: NOVEMBER

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

Liam de Lioncourt | Monster Prom

[lestatusquo]

A. Werebear.

[...There's a dude chowing down on another dude in, like...

...the middle of an open street. Not a dinky little residential avenue, either. This is, like, a big ol' city street. I mean - the citizens are giving him wide berth, because of course they are, but still. Looks like... someone left his hunger unchecked for too long...?

Want to call him out for his indiscretion? Maybe just... see what the deal is?

...'Cause if so, absolutely delighted to have someone he can voice his complaints to at hand now, he's gonna grumble and look up -- well, no, actually, not look up, just... lift his head up from the poor sap's torn-open stomach, mouth full of intestines and face full of purple-and-white bear.]

I cannot believe I forgot how revolting - eugh - EATING is.

Now, don't get me wrong --

[A glint in his eyes and a grin...?

...Mouth still full of intestines?]

-- the excruciating, indescribable, unbearable pain that racked every bone in my body during the first night of the fog absolutely chilled me. A vampire... who is also a werewolf or a werebear?

So disruptive! And a walking obliteration of all those baseless cliches dictating that vampires and wereanimals can't coexist!

[...Aaaaand that glint turns into a roll, behind a couple of itty-bitty definitely-not-made-for-a-bear nerd glasses.

...Also, there sure are still intestines hanging from his teeth.]

...Although I may have a complaint to file with the so-called Fog God over how weak her jokes are. A spectacled bear? She may as well have turned me into a jumping spider with four eyes. It's not even ironic. It's not even a pun! It's just a lazy, lazy joke.

[...Aaaand finally, he looks at you dead-on.

His face is the picture of "flatly unimpressed".

...And also, he still has those intestines dangling from his teeth.]

But I've gone without eating for over four hundred years. A very good track record, if you ask me, and I can't believe that I have to start again now.

It's such an unrefined practice -- all the chewing, swallowing, saliva, digestion...

And who's going to want to take part in elaborate, meaningful discourse on human and monster arts and culture alike with a monster they've seen with intestines dangling from their teeth like some sort of barbarian??

[...]

Besides, I think part of the criteria for defining oneself as a "starving artist" is, well. Starving.

B. Wildcard.

[Have an idea for another prompt, or would you like to request one? Feel free to lay it on me or hit me up, either here or at schmendricks!]

[fretless]

[As he'd gone on his tirade, Ibuki - in her travel form, no less - was actually a very willing audience, even sitting back on her haunches as one would expect from a fox!
Keeping herself nearby as he rambled on seemingly to himself, tail wagging, ears perked, and everything.

In fact, for a moment, it's debatable whether or not this is just...
A normal fox.

At least until he asks what he's sure is a rhetorical question, getting a tilt of her tiny fox head.]

Oh, I dunno... Ibuki would love to talk stuff like that! Or, well, um -
Music parts, anyway.

Could we do that?

A

[stealingyourthunder]

[A bright yellow, slimy, middle aged man stands before him. He looks... exceptionally blank.

Maybe that's just how his face is . It's slightly elongated at the front, almost like a muzzle, and what at first appears to be his nose is actually his mouth.

His fin-like ears flutter, and he sounds fairly distressed when he speaks despite a clear attempt at enthusiasm.]

Maaaaaaybe that's because you haven't quite got it down, huh, champ? Raw food is just not the same.

I bet what you need is to find a good restaurant and chow down on a nice, juicy steak. Once you try something that good, believe me, you will not be able to stop. All that chewing, swallowing, saliva... boy, you have no idea what you've been missing. Those are some of the best parts!

[He chuckles nervously, wringing his hands together. He'd been told this was what happened here, but actually seeing it? It's gross. There's no way he's going to cut it living like this.]

[justpure]

[A particularly strange fellow had been lingering on the sidelines, watching the werebear devour a civilian on the street. If Korekiyo's oddly calm mannerisms concerning this grisly scene aren't off-putting enough, his particular attire paired with the thick makeup on his face and the way his clothes hung off his skeletal body would be enough to concern any human who got a closer look at him.

But what does that matter? He's more interested in the bear's rambling, more content at picking out the bits of information the other monster carelessly throws out into the open. A former vampire... At least 400 years old... Clearly unhappy with the changes. Kiyo could sympathize with that last part- He always found his new, undead existence to be something of a cruel joke.

Then again, the bear has provided enough conversation material to take his mind off his own misery.]

You know, the technology in Ryslig is advanced enough to provide us with blenders. Perhaps you could make smoothies out of your victims to ease the transition to solid food?

Edward Atlus | OC

[blackplantasia]

[A: ON THE BEACH]

When he wakes, he knows he's away from home, far away from home. Though the chill of the night air pierces through his soaked patchwork coat, he knows the climate here is fairly temperate - it has to be, for if he was anywhere near his home he would've already froze to death. And the ocean behind him when he sits up from the sand - and even the sand itself - is another clue, for Cevedal is nowhere conveniently near the ocean, let alone a beach.

More than anything, there's a lack of the familiar magical hum he'd grown accustomed to around Cevedal, the remnants of the fae populating the space between seconds. There's certainly something weighing down on him here, some energy he can't define, but it's different, vastly so.

Warily, Ed pushes himself to his feet and stares at himself. Beyond the obvious stickiness of the air and his body, he feels... oddly refreshed. He can't recall his most recent memories, but he feels as though he's better off than however he left his home.

For now, he'll wander the coast and explore. He's never seen a beach before.


[B: IN TOWN]

Part of Edward really, really wants to go into some of these shops. Being exposed to a single town in the middle of nowhere for all of one's life really hinders one's scope of the world. He's never seen a place with this many people before - though he certainly knows they exist! - and he's absolutely astounded by the variety of everything here. Currently, a flower shop has his eye.

He's seen a lot of plants, and he's definitely seen some that are more visually interesting than what's on display here (even if they were in the fae-spaces of his world), but he's still stuck staring through the window into the shop, absolutely enamoured with the flora within. He's hesitant about attempting to enter, though, for many of the locals here have been giving him strange looks...


[C: THE ARCADE]

Electronics are nonexistent in his reality.

That's just the fact of the matter: most of what technology does exist resides far outside of Cevedal's tiny domain, so stepping into the dimly-lit arcade of the Fourth God keeps his eyes wide open in wonder. Colourful lights on their own aren't a mysterious occurrence to him thanks to the presence of magic, but he's certain that magic isn't what's running this place here. The air is thick and difficult to breathe, but he doesn't believe it's what's powering this place.

Occasionally Ed will stop to observe some of the robots running around, squatting on the floor and tilting his head curiously. Other times he just wanders between the old arcade machines. Whatever's caught his eye for the time being, it's more than enough to keep him unaware of any other presences in the room with him.



WILDCARD: Honestly do whatever you want! Throw what you like at this boy of mine.

If anyone's curious, I've got a couple journal entries for some of his world and canon history (general warning for mentions of violence and child abuse) and his permissions, so feel free to take a look at those as you like! I'm definitely open to criticism as far as presentation and how some things sound. The canon history's going to be reformatted into not-bullets at some point, so that's already on my to-do list!

B

[lunakiss]

Nanao's not sure what to make of this strange, new world. On one hand, it's nice to not have Karls burst in every few moments and make them transform into knights to defeat monsters, but on the other hand, some of the monsters here are legitimately terrifying. Not that Nanao cares to let anyone know. As usual, a smile is plastered on his face as he walks around, exploring the sights and sounds of such an old-fashioned city. He wishes Taishi was around to give him facts about this place. Taishi was a wealth of knowledge when it came to old woman trivia.

The blonde's stopped to examine some moonflowers when he notices someone else practically glued to the glass. After a while, he notices he's still staring and, despite himself, he chuckles.

"You're not going to get any closer to those if you try enter through the window," he teases lightly.

taako (taaco) | the adventure zone: balance

[pocketspa]

1. on the beach

[Listen, Taako's had his mouth in a lot of different places. When you're pushing two hundred, you've seen, done, and experienced some shit, and this is no exception. He's been thrown off ships, hit by a myriad of ridiculous circumstances, and quite literally torn to shreds on one horrible occasion. He's dealt with a lot of pain- in comparison, this is incredibly minor.

The difference is, those times he had his magic. Now, well, he's a noodly elf with too much hair and a nosebleed. But he's not there yet.

Taako hacks up a mouthful of dirt onto the beach, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand to clear up some blood and blinking as he tries to orient himself. Thankfully he's not hindered by the darkness... but he certainly doesn't look perfectly normal to a bunch of humans with those long ears and bright eyes. It's enough to garner attention, and he hears the click of a weapon all too close. His ears shoot up as he whips around to see what he's dealing with, hands near his shoulders as he faces a human with what he's pretty sure is a gun.]

Hey, uh, hail and well met or whatever-- can we skip this whole part, because I'm super not here to do whatever the hell you think I'm doing.

[All the while, he's trying to inch his right hand down to the wand tucked in his boot so he can blast this rando and run whatever direction is not this one. He'll figure out the details later.]

2. in town

[Alright, so he has some reservations about this, but it's not super bringing him down at the moment. He's read the pamphlets, promptly discarded them, and is now wandering the streets peering curiously into every storefront. While he's aware that this may be a problem for people who are here long term, that sounds like an issue for Future Taako, and Right Now Taako wants a fuckin' burger. Getting tossed unceremoniously between dimensions is hungry work, and he's hoping some of the places around here will cough that up (or at least the ingredients).

Never mind that these people probably don't want his money, nor does he have access to a stove. He's figured out worse.

Eventually, he'll just get exasperated enough to ask whoever's passing by.]

Hey, uh, quick thing, where can I get a bite to eat that's actual food around here?

[He kind of brandishes the pamphlets like that means anything at all.]

Like, can I expect to walk into one of these places and be served dwarf or whatever, because that's gonna be a big ol' no from me my dude.

3. wildcard

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[hardknocksgrad]

[Lucky for Taako, he's not the first person to wake up on the beach today, so he's got somebody in his corner who knows what the fuck is up.]

[Okay that's a lie Casey has absolutely no fucking clue what's going on, but he knows an asshole when he sees one, and he'd really like to not witness a murder on top of every other shitty thing that's happened to him today.]

[So, yeah, hope Taako doesn't mind that his would-be savior is just some drenched gymrat in his boxers who's meaty enough to tackle most folks to the ground without much of a running start -including some pansy ass gun wielding maniac who think's he's gotta be three feet in front of someone to shoot them.]

Get fucked!

[...Actually he didn't think about what he was gonna do after tackling the guy so maybe he should work on that instead of scathing one-liners.]

Hey, take the fuckin' - get his gun, man!

[Look at him, strategizing and shit.]

Mithos Yggdrasill | Tales of Symphonia

[worldsplitter]

( I - On the Beach )

[ He's furious.

There are several reasons he's furious, honestly, starting with "he's supposed to be dead and he was kind of getting used to that idea" and "no one sends the Lord of Cruxis somewhere like this without his permission", but there's a bigger one. With his powers gone, he can feel. More importantly, he can't stop himself from feeling. He can't even fly.

It's as if he's... human.

So, generally speaking, there's just an extremely angry child fuming on the beach, not even bothering to stand up from the sand and the surf. The locals are generally leaving him alone, but there seem to be a few unsavory types gathering nearby trying to figure out what to deal with him.

Maybe help this actual twelve-year-old (lol) out? ]

( II- In Town )

[ Later, however, he's a little more active, specifically reading deeply a specific pamphlet. He's outright ignoring the rest of the pamphlets being foisted on him, as well as the townsfolk, both good and bad.

Sooner or later, though, he reaches the end of the pamphlet and approaches the nearest person who looks to be in his situation and not a local, clearing his throat as if he's trying to figure out what voice to speak in-- ]

E-excuse me. Do you happen to know anyone who turned into one of these... "Nephilim"? I've got some... questions.

( III- Wildcard )

[ or anything else you want to do with a 4000 year old sad boy! hit me up on PM, hit me at fuzzyjammies, or just force me to improvise!! ]

II. i am very sorry.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ You know, come to think of it, Alice really never read any of these pamphlets that were handed to her. At the time she didn't particularly care, because she was sure she wouldn't have been affected by any of this stuff. But, here she is quite a long time later, having turned into an arachne. Guess all these pamphlets are good for is just a good laugh, now. It's incredible how much they get wrong.

Which it makes it all the more amusing that this is usually people's first experience to this whole monster thing, she realizes as she gets flagged down for a question. ]

Hmmmm? Why, as a matter of fact, I do know someone! How can I help you~?

[ She cocks her head to the side, smiling. What was with the Fog God and bringing in all these kids...? ]

Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games

[victorofsecrets]

Beach

[Sand, water, the smell of salt; he's at a beach. District 4? Finnick blinks the world into existence as his eyes adjust. The sand below him shifts as he pushes himself into a graceful stand. The beach isn't familiar, and Finnick is confident that he knows the ins and outs of every beach within the District.

What has the Capital done now? He's dressed in a tight pair of swimming trunks and a loose t-shirt, his casual wear. It's not the Capital's uniform, but they're an unpredictable bunch.

The gunshot confirms it. This is some kind of Game. That doesn't make a lot of sense. The Capital doesn't do anything in secret. They announce and advertise.

Anyone nearby is approached with caution. If they look suspicious, they're stalked instead.]

In town

[The fact that everyone is being kind to him only solidifies the absolute surety that this is some kind of elaborate new game. None of the faces are familiar, but Finnick surely isn't the only victor to be here.

He studies the brochures carefully. Are there rules written somewhere in the strange text? Finnick tries, but their secrets aren't being revealed. Tossing the literature, he decides a more direct approach.]

I get it, there are no rules. [Even now, he assumes the Capital is watching, and his voice nearly drips with honey.] But knowing the objective will make for a lot better Game.

[waspyourface]

[Treating this as some kind of elaborate game-for-show would be philosophically similar to how Lucrezia views, well, everything, so she doesn't at all question Finnick's wording when he approaches her. She had seen him out of the corner of her eye before- she always has her eyes peeled for a snack- but she was content to let him come to her.

Imagine her delight when he addresses the world at large, in her close proximity.]

Darling, there are never any rules. The objective is always the same though, isn't it? Survive, plan, thrive, conquer.

Taren Casey Cassidy | OC

[hardknocksgrad]

1.

[Okay so.]

[There's not a whole lot of explanations for how he managed to wash up on a beach when he lives in the middle of a landlocked state short of a wild bender or some sort of freaky 50 First Dates situation, but the lack of cotton mouth and the recognition that Adam Sandler still sucks nixes both those ideas right out of the gate. ]

[Just to be safe, Casey checks his arms for track marks and is relieved to find them clean, aside from all the fucking sand. So, y'know, that's good. He might be an idiot who got himself washed up on a beach somewhere, but he's not an idiot who did hard drugs to get there.]

[Planting his hands on his hips, Casey takes a quick look around, tries to get a better grasp on his situation. It's the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, he's soaking wet and freezing his balls off, and since he's got no shirt and no shoes, he's probably gonna get turned away from anyplace that might have a phone. Except maybe a police station, which, y'know, fuck that.]

…Well, shit.


2.

[Alright, yeah, no, this is bullshit. This is not okay. Whatever this is – some kinda prank or social experiment or what the fuck ever – Casey never signed up for it. There are a scant few situations where he wants to be half-naked surrounded by a bunch of dudes, and this is definitely not one of them.]

Wow, okay, so - I'm sensin' some real hostility here.

[He holds up his hands, balking at the realization he's going to get shot to death in his boxers.]

If you wanna go head and not fuckin' shoot me, that'd be great, but if you wanna be a total dick that's fine too. You do you, man.

[Antagonizing the people holding him at gunpoint probably isn't the best strategy, but at least it's satisfying.]


3.

Yeah, no, fuck this. Fuck this noise.

[The literal noise, inside his head. He's no shrink but he knows enough about what is and isn't normal to know you shouldn't listen to any voices only you can hear – even if they're insistent, and won't shut the fuck up.]

This is – yo, you know anythin' about the, the fuckin' projectin' messages straight into people's heads shit that's goin' on here? 'Cause it's not me man, it can't be me 'cause I ain't crazy, there's gotta be some kinda subliminal radio signal bullshit or somethin', I dunno. Who's doin' it? Whose ass do I gotta kick to it stop?


4.

[Casey does not go gentle into that good transformation – it happens all at once, and as he writhes on the ground hissing and spiting and growling as his bones crack and reform, he grits out a running commentary for passers by – stop to help or enjoy the show, either way he's probably going to hurl colorful verbal abuse.]

Jesus, Jesus fuCKin' christ, what the – what the fuck, what the fuck, this is – fuckin' H. G. Wells bullshit, some Doctor Moreau motherfucker got me all -

[Okay yeah he just bit his tongue, he just bit his tongue with a brand new set of POINTY BITERS, what the hell.]

3 (this is ink just messing around For Fun)

[notsotinyanymore]

Truth be told I had thought I was simply losing my mind.

[This whole prolonged situation has been incredibly trying. Tim wasn't surprised when he started hearing voices. He had simply accepted it as the natural conclusion of such overwhelming stress and strain on his already overtaxed being.]

If you hear it too then perhaps we're sharing the same delusion.

Kaito Kuroba ("Phantom Thief Kid") | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

[whiteofcrime]

SCENE ONE. Waking up

He wakes with the acrid taste of salt and sand in his mouth. Dry smoke stings the inside of his nostrils, smoke without the chemical tang he's come to associate with the aftermath of a bomb. Water laps at his ankles, at his wrists, crawls up to his ear, before subsiding like a teasing lover beckoning towards the deep.

It's hot. Disgustingly so. Five seconds since he had become conscious of it and already he wants to slip back into the ocean depths where he had presumably come from. That dream he'd been having - of shattering glass, of falling, of blood staining his pristine, white suit - remained vividly in echoes behind the red glare of his eyelids.

Salt water washes over his mouth and he splutters. Coughing, he rolls on to his side trying to sneeze it out. He almost doesn't hear the shotgun click by his temple.

Kaito opens his eyes.

Above him stands a hard-eyed woman who presses the barrel of her firearm firmly against his skull. She snarls at him, flashing a row of yellowing (human) teeth.

"Go back where you came from, beast," she hisses.

There's a moment, a heartbeat of time between fear and action, where someone or something can intervene before Kaito does it himself.

SCENE THREE. Arcade

He's been here before. Many times, in fact, seeking shelter from the horrors of this land and from the gods' bickering. The old-fashioned machines make him smile. He toys with a tiny robot that goes squeaking past. Kaito heaves a small, relieved sigh as he brushes his fingers across the glass cover of a dusty pinball machine and heads further into the arcade, seeking more interesting toys to play with. He finds an ancient television set hooked up to play the original version of Pacman and his eyes light up.

But... there's someone already seated in front of it, and they look intent on the screen. The magician sidles up behind them and peers at their score. Good or not, he raises an eyebrow and whistles.

"Wow..."

ARCADE...

[soft_focus]

"Heh-!"

That someone is someone rather unfamiliar looking, by this point. Reira was quite intensely focused on actually beating someone's high scores on this thing. She's more for the adventure-y games, but something about winning at 'eat all the pellets' just seemed...Perfect?

As it is. The overstretched green ten year old, turns..and suddenly Pacman is forgotten.

That... ...Is this...?

"...Kaito..?"

Kaphlar Kinra | Original Character

[ignisvulpes]

Two

[Kaph wishes he could tell which pamphlets are legit and which are bullshit at a glance, but in a place like this, who the hell knows? He's not even sure he can trust the notes other monsters have left - if only because he is the kind of guy who would write something false on the margins, as a hilarious joke.

Damn, though. It gets boring reading through all of these. By the time he speaks up - or mumbles offhand to himself, really - he's not so much reading as he's looking at words and noting to himself that they sure are in a sentence.]

... Pretty icky. But if it's what, a one-in-three chance if turning into something that eats meat, the odds shooould be in my favor...


Three

[He doesn't really have a habit of listening to voices in his head, largely because, y'know, he doesn't hear them. That's not his scene. But apparently the world around him didn't get the memo and now he's looking at some weirdos... dancing around a fire?

What is this place? Why does it look like shit? Wasn't it enough to wake up in another world? He just had to get and get himself in, what, some sort of world within a world???

The moment he finds a monster, he's just going to go up to them and say:]

Hey, yeah, you know the way out? I'm not into cults or whatever this is.

two!

[blackplantasia]

Ed admittedly hasn't paid any mind to the pamphlets anyone's been handing out, perhaps taking one for the sake of being polite (and thusly avoiding any cross or suspicious looks) but he either pockets or pitches them right after. At least the titles give him a good idea of what's going on here.

Or, at least, a good idea of his inevitably fate.

Despite something fairly depressing (depending on whom you ask), though, he merely tilts his head and attempts to lean over to get a look at what Kaph is reading. "You a vegetarian?"

Undyne | Undertale

[fuhuhuhuhu]

one.

[The water is almost freezing cold, causing Undyne to wake up almost instantly. The monster coughs up a lungful of sand, blinking her eye open as she gazes upward. Her eye widens once she realizes that she doesn't know where the hell she is, much less how she ended up on this stupid beach.]

Alphys? Papyrus? [A pause.] ...Frisk?

[But no one came. Undyne sneers, glancing up and down the shoreline. This place almost resembles the underground in the fact there doesn't seem to be any light seeping through the clouds, but...it can't be, can it? The underground was opened up long ago, and it's not like she could've been warped back in time.]

...If this turns out to be a prank or something, I am TOTALLY going to kick your ass!!!

[She tries to summon a spear in her hand, but nothing happens. She pauses for a brief moment, taken aback. Hell, she could barely remember a time when she couldn't use summoning magic. Grimacing, she tries again and again, getting more and more frustrated until--]

NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

[Blinded by fury, she picks up a nearby rotting log and throws it with all her might, not looking where she's aiming. Watch out!]

two.

[After being shoved into an unfamiliar place without being able to use any of her regular magic, Undyne is understandably very stressed and confused. When stress and confusion combine, they turn into anger. Thus, when Undyne is shoved a bunch of pamphlets about the fact that she's going to turn into a monster, she takes one look at them and....laughs?]

Thanks! But, uh, there's just one thing....

[She leans in, a wicked sneer on her face as she shoves them back into the person's hands.]

I'M ALREADY A MONSTER, YOU DORK. STOP TRYING TO GIVE THESE THINGS TO ME!!!

network.

< strongfish91 >
so like is there a monster gym or something around here or what???? i need to keep in tip top shape and i can't do that without working out.

OR LIKE a fight club or something would be cool too, but jsyk i would TOTALLY kick ALL of your asses!!!!

wildcard.

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[bornfromanger]

[Oh hey, is that screaming? Well that's a good way to grab Hakai's attention, it's not like whatever he was doing was important anyway.

So her shouts draw forth a gigantic purple dog, covered in large amounts of bright pink fluff. Truly the most ridiculous creature to have graced the world.

And he stares at her.

Intensely.]

DID THEY TAKE AWAY YOUR HORNS, TOO?!

[...For whatever reason, he sort of hunches down, holding both fists up like he's absolutely pumped at the idea of hearing that someone was also done dirty by the Fog God.]

Emma Price | OC

[ratecommentsub]

1 - Beach arrival

[Emma is deeply confused as she wakes up. A beach isn’t exactly a place she normally hands out at, and especially not in a situation where she’s fully clothed with a mouth full of sand.

She awkwardly gets to her feet and dusts the sand off her, looking around in confusion.]

Hey Ash? You here?

[Aaand she’s alone. Or at least “alone” in the sense that there’s no one she recognizes. Frowning slightly, she wanders around the beach and waves at the first person she comes across.]

Yo, is this the afterlife? Because if it is, I am deeply disappointed.

2 - Slime

[So.

Waking up with the feeling that your bones are melting.

That’s… really not fun at all.

Emma attempts to get out of her bed but finds her legs buckling as she collapses to the floor. She’s relieved for a moment that it didn’t hurt before it hit her how weird she is. Opening her eyes, she examines her hands to see what’s wrong with her.

Aaand her hands are now a blue goopy mess. Fun. She can actually see her bones like this, but what’s worrying her more is that she can watch her bones being dissolved inside her skin.

Eh oh well, she’s not going to sit inside all day and mope about it. After trying to figure out how to move like this, she oozes out of her apartment, bumping into everyone she comes across as she tries to make her way through the town.]

Don’t mind me, I’m just going to get some ibuprofen.

[She’s fine.]

3 - Network

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Wow they really give you fossils for communications here, huh? It sucks that I can’t even record a decent vlog, let alone shows like this. This place has the power to mutate people but it can’t even provide an easy way to dick around with a camera? Lame

But at least I can do this: :-)

Living the true 1997 experience

3 <strongfish91>

[fuhuhuhuhu]

RIGHT???? i can't even play my favorite video games or watch any anime!!! no wonder everything here is so LAME and EVERYONE is so SAD all the time about being monsters

how the HELL are people supposed to learn about human history without having access to anime????

Lucrezia Mongfish-Heterodyne | Girl Genius

[waspyourface]

Three

As soon as those voices began to call to her, Lucrezia began to investigate. If there's someone here with the power to project their consciousness, she wants to meet them and steal their equipment immediately.

She expects to walk into the lab of a genius, with menacing machines and tables with straps, animals wearing helmets, and half-built clanks... What she doesn't expect are rows of boxes with once-bright colors all over them, gay in theme and obviously meant for merriment. Sure, the place has a different atmosphere now, but it still isn't the home of a Spark.

Lucrezia feels disappointed, until she spots the little robot whizzing by her.

"Well, now, what do we have here...?" She leans down to attempt to pick one of the little machines up and have a look at it. "Who built you, little one?"

Misc

byo prompt or ask me for another!

[ilovepuppies]

Some kind of feathered gremlin bursts out of the shadows and grabs the robot right out of her hands.

"GRAAAAAAH! Now I've got you!!"

Timothy Lawrence (Jack's Doppelganger) | Borderlands

[blap_blap]

1.

Tim wakes up to a mouth full of sand and something kinda sharp and painful-- is that a rock, maybe? A seashell?-- digging right into his back. He hurts all over, which is really more just the background radiation of his life these days, so it rates pretty low on the scale of Shit Tim's Going To Care About Right Now. He rolls over, hacking and waterlogged, his hair flopping into his face because there's no amount of Jack's hair gel that could have saved it from this oceanic abuse. And, yeah, this is not a great situation to be waking up in, he's seriously confused as to how he went from getting the H-source for Jack to being on the universe's shittiest beach, but like... it could be worse? He could be on fire?

His first thought is that Jack is going to be so pissed that he ruined all his clothes with seawater. Then he hears the very familiar sound of a gun being cocked, and, okay. Yeah, his life has now returned to its normal levels of fucked up.

Tim looks up. His concerns about the aforementioned gun noises are confirmed.

"Oh." Great. Wonderful. This is fine. "That sure is a shotgun. Have you, uh, considered the possibility of not doing this right now? I would really appreciate not doing this right now."

2.

So this sure is some reading material that Tim's collected.

If everybody didn't seem so earnest about it, Tim would've thought that he's getting pranked or something with all of this monster stuff. And he's supposed to believe that he's going to turn into one of these horrible things? It's just so... out there. Really, really out there, and sure, he showed up on the beach a little roughed up, and he's seen his fair share of horror movies--

Okay. He's seen, like, the first ten minutes of his fair share of horror movies, until they started to get a little too tense and he kept having to pause them and eventually just gave up. The point is, his life is a bad sci-fi B movie, not a bad horror B-movie. He runs around on the moon and fights horrible tentacle monsters and has a psychopath for a boss, how's he really supposed to believe that he's going to turn into a furry or whatever on the night of the full moon?

Tim found himself a place to sit that's out of the way, so he won't keep getting bothered, and starts sorting through all the pamphlets. Some of them are definitely jokes, and he sorts those into their own little pile. Some of them aren't, probably? Those get sorted into another stack, information that he'll need to look over more carefully. One pamphlet gets his hopes up for about five seconds-- bunyipyips sound adorable until he gets to the pictures.

A gust of wind takes all of his carefully sorted papers, though, and starts scattering them down the street.

"Shit," Tim sort of lurches out of his seat and starts trying to reclaim his pamphlets before they blow away. "Oh, come on, no, get back here!"

[wildcard]

[Hit me up at inkblotmeringue if you'd like something else!]

wildcard

[girlcorrupted]

[ Angel wakes back on the beach with a start much like the first time, at least this time around she's less scared and more perplexed. And angry. She was sure she was dead, the agony of it remains at the forefront of her mind in startling clarity. But instead she's back here again, and she remembers everything.

She peels herself off the sandy ground, vision tunneling as she makes a b-line for the house her and Jack were residing in, determined to do...something. She doesn't know what yet, her mind not yet totally clear, only knows it will involve destruction. He'll hurt like she hurts.

Unluckily for Tim, he's who Angel will be running into first. She see's him from the back on route to the bungalow, speeding up her pace as she zeroes in on his meandering silhouette, the vines along her body emitting a soft but threatening red glow.

She knows what she wants to do is physical, a chance she was denied when stopping him on Pandora, but as she approaches she doesn't know if that urge comes in the form of a throttle or a hug. For a moment she hesitates, but anger clouds judgement and in the end she settles for as hard a push as her arms can manage. ]

Marco Diaz // Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

[nachosquire]

i.

[The last thing Marco remembered was coming back to his room after a day of shopping during an "Annual Squire Shop-off", feeling pretty great about all of the goodies he managed to snag with his princess and all of the money he saved whilst doing so. And he very clearly remembered going to sleep in his bed that night so why.... why did he wake up on the side of a beach with a crab pinching his ear?

Waking up to weird situations isn't quite something he's used to, but it's also not something he's that surprised to see considering the kinds of things he's gotten himself into with Star by his side. So he calmly plucks the crab off with a wince and tosses it into the ocean before approaching a villager with a gun in their hands, a warm smile on his face.]

Hey! What's the deal wi--

["Monster!" the villager yells, and Marco is very quickly faced with that gun pointed right at his chest.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up! I'm clearly not a monster, and besides even if I was you shouldn't be pointing a gun at other people! You could kill someone with one of tho--

[The teen shuts up, when the gun is cocked and jabbed towards him. He lifts his hands up, and takes a step back, sweat starting to bead on the back of his neck.]

Oookay, let's not jump to anything here. We can clearly talk this out like a couple of calm, rational... OHMYGODWHAT'STHAT???

[As the villager looks to the side to see what the fuck Marco's screaming about, he kicks the gun out of his hand and books it.... running right into someone else only moments later in a true slap-stick fashion.]

Ow!

ii. mer

[Weeks go by, and it's finally time for changes. They've been... unpleasant, as one would expect from growing new limbs or having bones protrude out your skin or whatever else. But for Marco they've been especially unpleasant. Because he only got one change. And that was in the form of his right arm being replaced.............. with a tentacle.

It's bringing back horrific memories for one thing, but luckily this time it doesn't seem to have a mind of it's own besides wiggling about randomly as you'd expect. Still, it's a struggle having one of your arms turn into a fucking tentacle of all things. And you'll find him with his new appendage at a market in Bavan, knocking things off shelves on accident, dropping glass jars from his arm being too slippery, and despairing over the loss of that perfect apple he was going to buy but now lays on the ground, betrayed.]

I. Hate. This. Place!!!!

[After the final straw the teen dramatically falls to his knees and cries to the heaven right in the middle of the mall, and his tentacle arm thrashes around and trips anyone who walks nearby as if to injure Marco's pride even more.]

2!

[ilovepuppies]

Oooh, apple!

[Star pounces on the apple and devours it whole before turning to Marco. She reaches out and grabs the flailing tentacle.]

Whoa, there, buddy, I banished you before, and I'll do it again!

Dr. Flug Slys | Villainous

[fightorflug]

I.)[Arrival]
[Flug had long ago accepted that Life simply had it out for him. That was fine. In turn he made up for the astronomical amount of bad luck he seemed to garner by unleashing inventions of untold evil across the multiverse through the impossibly powerful eldritch entity that was his boss. Not the fairest of trades, but gratifying nonetheless.

What he was less fine with, however, was the fact this entire group of men appeared to share the Life's sentiments despite Flug never having met them before this very moment!]

"You're one of them aren't you?" [The owner of the gun whispered. The scientist stilled, the griminess of his soaked bag discomforting, but not so uncomfortable that he would remove it in front of them. His protests hardly deter their interrogation.]

"If you aren't one of them, why not lift that bag of yours?" "Yeah, show us your face!" "Why, whatcha hidin? Teeth? Red eyes? Some SCALES?!" "Show us!!"

"No! No, I-I um, just don't exactly feel comfortaaa--AAH!"

[Flug whimpers as the gun nudges at him more insistently.]

"Look. If-if I could, just, be on my way? I really really need to.. get back to work."

[And getting shot will be the least of his worries if he doesn't report to Black Hat NOW.]

II.)[New beginnings]
[Flug nervously shifts from one foot to the other at the doorway of one of the town's more sizable buildings. Adjusting to this place has been a chore but if he is ever going to gain enough funds to chart a way home, he is going to need to find work-- or at the very least space to conduct his research to MAKE one himself. Thus, door to door hunting for accomodations has begun.]

"Ah, hello there, a moment of your time? Greetings, I'm Doctor Flug, inventor and head Scientist of Bl-- well, let's just stick with the inventing bit. It occurs to me, for all the businesses we have around here, that most appear to still be still geared toward our more human halves, well I'm proposing we change that. Marketing 'monstrous' products is a huge business opportunity! A shift to focusing more on 'Creature comforts', you might say?"

[Haha...ha...Ehem.]

"It's hard enough to wake up in a foreign town with no recollection of how you arrived there, but doing so while dealing with unexpected changes in limb count, bodily disposition, height and weight requires many unexpected solutions. That's where I come in! See, a great deal of clients from my forme-- from my job were of the.. less human variety, so I am very experienced with bizarre needs! For instance, I once had a client develop an extra mouth on her torso. After extensive research, I concluded the saliva from the secondary oral cavity was much more acidic, due to its proximity to the stomach, so in response I CREATED: a stronger toothpaste! B-Because... dental hygiene is.. important? Um."

[Ta dah??? Yeah no, that was terrible, excuse him while he begins digging for more in his briefcase, muttering pleas to wait. Several other sheets of scribbled ideas include what can only be described as a highly advanced ray gun, detailing housing alterations for slimes and harpys and a hasty sketch of a werewolf boasting some freshly untorn pants labeled "Under-arooos."
Hopefully he is at the correct building this time.]

1. Arrival

[lunakiss]

[Nanao Wakura usually likes to avoid trouble. While he does make it for others, he usually is a fan of harmless tricks, blackmail and casual sadism. Trouble and him tended to get along pretty well though and he often was carted off into its tender embrace.]

You could leave this sucker alone. You really could, Wakura...

[He mutters to himself as he sees the men surrounding some nerd in a paper bag. He doesn't have his Happy Bracelet so he can't transform. But his heart is bleeding and soft despite what he says, so Nanao finds himself making bold strides to them.]

Gentlemen. Gentlemen please. [Nanao announces his presence loudly and his smile is broad and confident despite his anxiousness.] My friend here is as human as you or I. It's just something that I put there, you know. In truth, my friend has a very well-known ailment to his face, and I simply could not let that all be exposed to you.

[Hopefully he'll grab the attention. Either run, dude, or play along. Please. he has no idea what he's doing.]

Clover | 999 | Will match format

[luckyespurr]

1.Beach

[Getting a mouth full of saltwater and sand is not her idea of a good day. Neither is the chill that seeps into her bones and lingers with the way her clothes stick wetly to her body. That doesn't make any sense she was dry a few minutes ago and even if she wasn't, the desert heat would have at least gotten rid of the chill.

It's almost like being back in the mock up of the Gigantic, but the water has a rhythmic ebb and flow that was missing in Building Q. That was all rush and then silence save for the chiming of the hour from the grandfather clock.

Blinking turquoise eyes, Clover sits up searching for something. Maybe it's you as she pushes to her feet and brushes off her skirt, or maybe it's something entirely different. Like a tall blind man with white hair and calm demeanor. Either way there's a whisper of nervous energy in her eyes and the way she laughs. He has to be here somewhere. Light wouldn't just abandon her after they were reunited only hours ago.]

Have you seen a tall white haired man, blind, almost zen about this?

[This being the beach and the everything that goes with it. She waves a hand to encompass all of it. SHe just wants to go home or find June and Santa and then go home. That isn't too much to ask is it?]

4. Pooka

There isn't much Clover craves these days. Her brother is one, answers is another and apparently fresh bloody ribs pried from the corpse of another monsters kill. She lingers with the corpse sucking the marrow from the bone before gnawing at it with her newly sharp teeth. The whole situation is off-putting and awkward and she hates the fur that itches along her shoulders as she sits there in the dirty alley covered in blood.

She doesn't even mind the stickiness of the gore against her skin and baby fuzz. Her attention is entirely on the rib as she devours marrow and the last bits of meat alike. Humming as she goes content that the monster that did the murdering was so wasteful and that there was a puddle of vomit further in the alley. Later she'd be entirely grossed out but right now she's too enamored with the blood and meat's sweet call to care.

Not about the repercussions, the atmosphere, or that she should be searching for Light still. It's just Clover with all that red liquid dripped from her chin and the end of her pink pigtails.

4

[lunakiss]

[Nanao was thin to begin with but in the start of his lich form, his skin has fallen off out of his torso, making him look thin and gaunt. Most of him is covered by a cloak though, which sweeps behind him as he searches for a meal.

When he smells blood and hears the triumph of a feasting monster, the blonde can't help but duck away into the alleyway to see what going on. He's a little glad he's lost his stomach- he physically can't add his vomit to the floor when he beholds the sight.

Nanao's quick to regain his composure though. He swallows as he tries to search out the soul, figuring the Pooka wouldn't have eaten it. However, after a moment, he gives a loud sigh to announce his presence.]

Mahhh... what a shame. I came far too late. The soul's gone. Honestly, I think I'm going to starve at this rate.

wight | no end

[halfface]

a;
( It's like he's on autopilot. It's hard to feel a lot of pain when you're already dead, so that wasn't the big problem with being washed up on the godforsaken beach that he did. It's that he's away from them...they are away from him. His gun is gone and this just won't do.

Military training helps Wight manoeuvre his way to town, as adeptly as possible -- this may or may not be that fabled Haven of yore, as it isn't freezing cold. However, upon inspection of a few natives he happens to spy on, there's something different about this land. Scattered throughout the typical human folk are monstrous creatures, acting as if they were any other person. Not just undead, either. Creatures of varying sizes, types, textures.

As time passes, Wight doesn't feel as if he needs to hide as much. In fact, as soon as he lets his guard down there are people willing to give him food, gifts...mostly food, though. There's a certain irony to not needing to eat while also being given a plateful of food. )

Here...I'm not really hungry. ( There's a person nearby -- perhaps it's you -- that he's offering the food to. He also has a distinct feeling that even if he wasn't dead, he still wouldn't have the stomach for food right now. )

b;
( For something a bit more lighthearted, Wight is certainly confused by what is going on here at first. There are pamphlets available, and all of them seem more...comedic than anything. What exactly is a Bunnyipyip or a Fur-Bearing Trout? There's even one that says "Alternatives to Human Flesh." If he wasn't already so pale, his face would have gone stark white.

The fact that this seems to be a joking matter is aggravating, to say the least. )

Excuse me...can you ex-explain this to me? I don't think I understand what's so funny about all this...

c;
( One of those happy natives grabs Wight and talks his ear off. It's hard to get out of it and not cause suspicion -- he certainly sees that some others have weaponry and evil glares that he'd like to return. What he's gained from this very one-sided interaction, however, is that he will be transforming even more in the coming month, and straying even further from being human at that. Those pamphlets? Not a joke.

When Wight approaches you, it's with a very dazed demeanour and slumped posture. There's no one to lean on here. Is what he did in the past so bad that this is what he truly deserves? )

I think we're in hell.

C!

[hantale]

[Fran, the ever curious kelpie that he is, can be found on the outskirts of towns whenever people start washing up on the sands, waiting for them to leave the town or be chased from it and snagging a few newbies away to chat to. It's a scene he's sortof gotten used to over the months he's been here. Whoever this fog god is... they really like to keep a schedule.

Perhaps it's for that reason the human turnout is a little larger, and the pamphlets a bit bulkier every time. This time, it seems, one of the newbies found him. His lips curl into a grin, nodding and turning to face the strange- Oh. My, what an outfit. How curious~]

If we are, it's not doing a very good job of punishing us~

Kevron | OC

[thetuskathand]

[A: BEACH ENCOUNTER]

Kevron winces as he stands up to try and brush himself off and spit the seaweed out of his mouth. He shivers as a chilled breeze gently caresses his wet skin. He stretches himself out and shakes himself vigorously in an attempt to fully regain consciousness so that he can get his bearings (as well as attempt to remove the sand that simply Will Not leave him be). He scans the coastline to try and figure out whereabouts he might be...

...until it occurs to him that he's never even been to a beach in his life. He is 100% lost. While that in and of itself is not surprising, what is surprising is that he managed to wander so far away from the... completely landlocked castle he just slept in.

A combination of panic and tired annoyance quickly sets in after this revelation. He's definitely pretty damn far from Stratham. He just got home! He just got to see his brother again!! This is some Bullshit!!!

He begins to wander along the coastline, cold and afraid, in some sort of attempt to find any form of sentient life (preferably friendly life, at that).

Unfortunately, what he does find is much less amicable than he'd hoped it would be. He encounters a shadowy figure around six or seven feet in height that is currently occupied with the human it's choking out with some sort of telekinetic ability. It appears to be pulling some sort of wispy substance from them as they cease struggling and go completely limp.

While it may be too late to save the victim, he can at least try and defend himself. It's possible the creature could be far more than he can handle based on what he's just witnessed, but at the very least he's faced much, much worse. He might be able to slip away unnoticed, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to at least arm himself. He goes to draw his sword, only to be greeted with absolutely nothing. His panic compounds as he looks down to find himself devoid of any of his regular weaponry whatsoever--or even any of his armor for that matter. He knew he shouldn't have stopped sleeping in it. He doesn't even have any shoes for fuck's sake. All he has with him now in terms of defense are tattered pink pajamas and a really big stick he's just found.

Literally any sort of help would be super rad right about now.

[B: I'VE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN STRATHAM ANYMORE...]

As those close to Kevron would expect of him, the first thing he does when he arrives is to search for some place to get some food--predictably, he's hungry, though perhaps a bit more than usual. He can figure out what's going on later. For now: Sustenance.

However, his progress is consistently impeded by people pretending not be afraid of him. They greet him apprehensively and present him with various foods and the like. He doesn't really get why it keeps happening though. Maybe some of the people are just really nice? They seem kinda afraid of him though. Regardless, these gifts are happily accepted. Eventually he realizes he doesn't really even need to find somewhere to find a place to sit down and eat anymore.

Other locals, however, are incredibly passive-aggressive. Some just shoot him dirty looks, though he's used to that by now. But some folks keep giving him these strange pamphlets. Highlights include "Adjusting to Your New Life as a Disgusting Monster," "'Oh Gods Please Don't Eat Me' and Other Phrases New Werebears Should Expect," and "Trolls: A Beginner's Guide." It's just downright rude! He's hefty, but nowhere near that of a troll. And much prettier. It's bizarre--it's like these people have never seen a half-orc before.

His hunger satiated, his quest to gather information begins!

...It's immediately deterred as he becomes incredibly distracted. The various shops here look waaaaay different than what he's used to. He's seen a city of similar size, but other than that... it's nothing even remotely like Kataros.

Kevron can be found wandering the streets, ogling the shops and other various sights of such a sprawling, modern city. Be careful though--he's very likely to run right into you.

Stratheim

[polkayoureyesout]

"Hey!" it's a narrowly-averted running-into by some kind of small birdman. Either that or someone with birdfeet and an obsession with gluing feathers to himself.

The guy blinks at him. "Hey, are you new here? I didn't think newbies started changing yet."

Mr. Yang | Psych

[antivillainy]

[Scenario 1: arrival at the beach]

[Yang wakes on the beach, the taste of salty sand riming her mouth and the surf lapping at her scrawny legs as she groans and twitches her way back to consciousness. Her first thoughts are barely coherent, but once she's painfully hacked up a scratchy mouthful of grainy shore she voices one all the same.]

Great job, Mary. "A" for effort, "F" for execution.

[To be perfectly fair, Mary had said she probably wouldn't get into heaven from the start...but he'd also said he'd try to call in a favor, that he knew a guy who knew another guy who might be able to have an exception made for her. And as far as Yang's concerned, that was basically a promise. A promise he broke, the creepy little shit. Sure, he's her true love and he probably tried his best and all that jazz, et cetera, et cetera, but this really sucks and she's more than a little pissy over the end result.

...Still. Doesn't hell have a tad more fire and brimstone and tortured screaming than this? Maybe even a few crimson-skinned demons to stab her in the ass with pitchforks for all eternity? As far as eternal punishments go, a beach really isn't all that bad. Did Mary-Mary-Quite-Contrary come through after all? This sure as hell isn't heaven (where are all the fluffy clouds? The big, shiny gate? If this is heaven she wants to sue for false advertising), but maybe he managed to get her shunted off to some sort of purgatory rather than the flames of Hades. And while she really wants to be with the weirdo, to keep him guessing and do all kinds of fun, freaky stuff with him forever, a seaside purgatory is still one hell of a step up from perdition. And hey, no one's here to slap the cuffs back on! That's pretty freakin' cool.]

...Okay. "D" for effort.

[Clawing at the sand, she slowly drags herself into a seated position and surveys her surroundings. This place is no Santa Babs, sure, but being on a coast again is familiar enough to be almost pleasant, even if that coast is sorely lacking in atmosphere. Whatever. If there's no fun to be found here she'll just make her own. It wouldn't be the first time! And suddenly, as if that very thought has summoned a new playmate, she sees a figure approaching in the distance. Should be nervous? Probably--but she lacks a healthy sense of fear, so she lifts her hands high in the air and gives a double-handed wave, grinning eerily like the maniac she is.]

Hi there! Wanna lend me a hand?

[polkayoureyesout]

Are you okay?

[Jazz hands. Clearly this person is hysterical.]

Hozuki | Hozuki's Coolheadedness

[hellsrighthand]

1 | A Washed Up Official

[There, laying on the beach, dressed in a now ruined black and red yukata lies a man of some sort. The pointed ears and horn on his head mark his inhuman nature. He feels like shit, and he's just waking up, a truly fearsome combination for this demon.

His eyes begin to clear, head lifting to glare up at the form standing before him with sharp eyes and a clearly displeased scowl, revealing his fanged mouth and red-lined eyes. Whoever it is, they're on the grumpy end of his temper right now, and have only a few seconds to explain themselves.]

2 | The Less Than Friendly Locals

[Confident steps carry Hozuki throughout the town, his resting scowl expression scaring off most of the locals from approaching him alone. He does, however, collect a couple of the more informative looking pamphlets, reading them as he walks. Werewolves, kelpies, trolls, and vampires... Yes, all very well known monsters made up in the mundane world. It seems this place he's arrived in is quite fascinated with them, how curious.

If the pamphlets are to be believed, he'll turn into a monster himself, in a months time. Wouldn't that be ironic, a demon turning into a mundane monster? Though it's quite convincing, there's even a few monsters (actual ones!) hanging about nearby.

He needs some questions answered, which is likely how you find him standing before you, short brows furrowed despite his passive tone.]

Pardon me, is this some sort of local festival or celebration?

2

[badinfluenza]

[The girl looks like pretty normal human, even with her pure white hair and eyes, and this is made even more likely by the way she's fussing over her clothes -- once white as well, apparently, but mucked up from the arrival and general city grime. Charlotte's none too happy...but when Hozuki addresses her, her face switches to a saccharine smile.]

Yeah. You never heard of it? [fuck if she knows tbh, but it wasn't like this guy could do anything about it if he knew as much as or less than her.] They call it Sheepskin, because it's all about the wolves in sheeps' clothing and they used to do cool sacrifices and things instead. This is the modern, kid-friendly way of doing things. Fun, right?

Malik Ishtar || Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

[dedoublement]

O N E; Beach

Monster, huh?

[ The words are barely a whisper above the waves crashing on the shore of the beach, the water washing away the blood staining the sand at the young boy's feet. Malik can feel his body shaking, hands balled into fists at his side, but against the freezing cold he's nowhere near dressed for or due to the blood dripping down from his hands, he's not sure.

Everything happened so fast.

What had woken him hadn't been the pain throughout his body, nor the near-freezing water biting all around him. Those things were trivial in comparison to the sound of a gun being cocked right by his head. His reflexes had kicked in before he gave himself time to stop and think, he was in pain, he was in unfamiliar surroundings and he was in danger, and those were the only things processing as he twisted out of the way, snatched a particularly sharp shell or rock fragment, whatever it may have been, and embedded it in the stranger's juggler.

It was only when wide, terrified eyes were staring up at him as warm blood spilled over his freezing skin that he registered what had just happened, what he'd done, and the fact that the looming threat that had been about to shoot him was an elderly farmer of some sort, no harm to anyone, just an old fool with an old gun. ]

"M-Mon..ster..."

[ The old man's last words, choked around mouthfuls of his own blood, were what finally snapped Malik out of it and had him let go of the body, and stare silently as the man bled out and died at his feet, shotgun laying now harmless at his side. The waves were still coming in, lapping at the body, taking away from the scene, so Malik did what seemed like the best course of action, and picked up the old man's body to throw further out into the waves. Maybe it'll wash up somewhere down the shore, where someone can find it long after he's away from the area.

Which leaves Malik to where he now stands, overlooking cresting waves and making a pretty sore sight. Just a teenage boy in a sleeveless hoodie, khol eyeliner smudged and covered in sand and blood, shivering, sore, cut up and wondering what the hell is going on. ]


T W O; Village

[ As it turns out, people don't appreciate someone killing an old man who'd been sent out on guard patrol. The town Malik had found his way to hadn't exactly been the most welcoming, not with the blood on his hands and the fact that the man they had sent off in that direction hadn't returned when this new kid showed up. But despite the glares and the hissed curses as he passed, he thought it odd most people seemed more inclined to be nice to him rather than have him lynched for his crimes. They could do it, easily, he was in no condition to be fighting anyone beyond a panicked fight or flight instinct, but he wasn't about to tell them that.

So for the moment, there's a young boy who while he looks pretty miserable, he's settled in like a king or a foreign prince, bundled in as many pillows, blankets and quilts as he could get the townspeople to come off of without feeling like too much of a dick about it and glowering at anything that passes him by. As if purple eyes and blond hair sticking out of a pile of blankets is in any way threatening whatsoever. The locals seem to think so at least, and that's all that matters for the time being while he tries to decide if he really wants to read these pamphlets they keep shoving around him or not. There's a pile of them next to his blanket nest that's settled next to a fire, but getting them would require getting out, and no, he's good for now thanks. ]


T H R E E; Wildcard

[ Malik is not even remotely dressed for any of this bullshit, feel free to encounter or accost him anywhere with anything you can think of. Even if it's just to admire the fact that this teenage pretty boy is walking around wearing over thirty pounds in solid gold jewelry at least. ]

ONE...SORT OF??

[noasark]

[Noa isn't nearly aware of the events that lead to Malik being covered in blood at the beach of Vandare. He's too busy dealing with everything else- organizing the volunteers from the lab, making sure the cannisters of hot chocolate to dispense are ready, plus blankets and similar for the obvious moment where people poorly dressed arrive...

And speaking of that, it is a teenage boy poorly dressed and covered with sand, frost, and blood, that he finds.

Noa isn't the most friendly of first- or second- encounters of course. No larger than any other cheetah would be, the fact that he has massive scarlet and gold wings folded at his sides (a blend, Malik may perhaps catch- a blend of Osiris the Sky Dragon...and the Winged Dragon of Ra), and a very, very long tail ended in barbs and thorns is enough to make the cat a threatening sight.

...The mop of green hair and the face that could easily be a younger Kaiba...well. Maybe not threatening in that case, but regardless.

Noa doesn't like to waste time.] Hnnn....well aren't you the unfortunate one, [He remarks- his voice echoing between adult and child, wisps of fog curling at his feet from beneath the 'cat coat' he has on.]

...How well can you walk?

Phil Connors | Groundhog Day

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4-1 Pooka
[Phil realized pretty quickly what was going on with the fog. He was pretty aware of how god, if he exists, seems to thrive on fucking him over and watching him suffer, so he becomes pretty apathetic when he notices that his ears are becoming rodent like and his front teeth fall out only to be replaced by large teeth.

Of course he would start to transform into a groundhog. He might as well at this point.

And maybe it's because he's too used to his shitty things happening to him, or maybe it's because he's begun to shut down his emotions to cope, but when he starts getting the Hunger, he just shrugs and sets out to find whoever he can get food out of.]

Hey you got some bones I could chew on?

[He may or may not decide to attack you if you refuse to help him on his quest to chew on bones, fair warning.]

4-2 Pooka still
[While Phil expected the turning into a monster and the wanting to commit cannibalism, one thing he didn't expect was his overwhelming urge to burrow.

Maybe he should have expected it, what with reliving a day about a rat coming out of his hole for years now, but sometimes you miss details like this. Especially when you wake up one day feeling uncomfortable with the fact that you're sleeping above ground.

So you'll see Phil all day gathering all the blankets in his apartment and crawling into the lowest place possible for his burrow. Which, considering that it was getting pretty close to winter and that he's honestly pretty cold and tired, he's really just lying in a ditch in a bundle of blankets.

If your character approaches him, he will get a soft mumble of:]

Leave me here. This is my life now.

[He's fine.]

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[junosteel]

[Juno's been having a real rough time with the cold weather. On top of that mammalian instinct to just fucking pass out for a month or two while no food is available, he's never actually dealt with winter before--at least, not winter on pseudo-Earth.

He's been having awful shivers whenever sitting alone in his apartment--maybe the heat is broken? But when in doubt, whiskey cures all, including coldness. He's trudging back to his apartment from the Lucky 38, clutching several bottles of whiskey to his chest, when he spots a bundle of blankets just...piled up in a ditch.

...Hmmm. Upon inspection, the blankets seem to contain a monster. Smells like a rodent.]

Never seen a pile of talking blankets before. [The wereraccon says dryly.] If it snows, you know you're gonna freeze to death, right?