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graveyardsmash2018-11-08 04:03 pm
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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.
Dr. Flug Slys | Villainous
[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
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.]
Thank you for waiting
"Oh yes, because you would know--"
[Uuuuuntil it hits Flug that this person is actually trying to be helpful. You will forgive him, villains aren't exactly known for their life saving benevolence.]
"As the.. D- doctor who gave me my diagnosis, yes! Yes, I remember now... Doctor."
[Never mind Flug is the one in the muddy lab coat. This discrepancy does not go unnoticed. Some of the pitchforks lower, but one turns on Wakura now instead.]
"We know of one kind of 'well-known' illness around here. And we CURE it just fine. How do we know you're who you say, yourself?"
[If nothing else, Wakura can take comfort that Flug isn't that fantastic at this either. What do you have to say for yourself, 'doctor?']
No problem! We all have other lives after all ^^
"Yes, because there's only one kind of illness in the entire world," Nanao says with a light laugh. "I'd be happy to take you back to my office and show you my credentials, my friend. But if you're actually searching for 'one of them' are you really going to take the time to backtrack?"
[Nanao finds himself with a gamble to go to and he assesses both the man he's trying to help and the people he's facing. They don't looke nearly as educated as himself or Flug. He wonders if high school biology can do the trick...]
"Of course... you could take it off and catch it yourself. I'm sure you would all collectively like excess sebums forming aggregated and aggravated papules on your skin like my poor patient here."
[It's a combination of baffling them with his bullshit and stunning them with his brilliance. Nanao prays they take him up on none of their offers or he's going to have to start swinging. Of all the times to lose his magic...]
:> <3
"Yes. Would I really cover every inch of my skin, u-unless I was... was..."
[His shoulders shake. It's a story Flug knows he has to go along with but the Scientist finds he just can't say it. Years of psychosis aren't really easy to undo, even for survival. He takes the chance to instead rise back to his feet and sidestep closer to Wakura.]
"I-in fact! W-why don't you show them your business card, Sir."
[He'll be offering you one of his own from behind is back-- Just ignore the fact it says you're a company vice president, certified mad Scientist and Quantum mechanics expert.]
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The card is palmed and Nanao opens his jacket, making a reasonable show of producing it from the inner pocket. He smiles and offers it.]
The mad Scientist bit is a little joke of mine. You know... how we deal with certain kind. But indeed, I am a qualified professional.
[Please ship the hell off.]
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"..Flug is kind of a funny nam--"
"It CERTAINLY IS. I tell him so ALL THE TIME. Anywho thank you SO MUCH for FINDING HIM FOR ME veryexcitedtogettreatmentsformyhideousfacesowe'll take it from here!!"
[It's probably a good idea Flugs face is hidden because he is grinning so hard with faux politeness that it doubles back around to just looking painful. Enough of this!! He won't be insulted any more!! He turns to walk with Wakura hoping he won't get stabbed and thankfully that seemed to do it. When the men start clearing out, Flug busies himself with trying to clean some of the grime off his clothes. He speaks quietly to Nanao despite his attention appearing to be on his shoelaces.]
"...Right, so you are you with? You don't look like an affiliate Valdoom, and last I heard Dark Phantom doesn't use subordinates."
[That attire didn't match any villain organization he is familiar with, at the top of his head.]
"Illuminarrow??"
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He removes his blazer and tosses it on his shoulders casually so it has a chance to air out. Then Nanao gives a carefree shrug at the questioning. ]
"Try Binan. Binan High School in Japan. I'm a third-year student. What sort of... what names are you even listing now?"
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Really now... have you had any other clients with curious changes like that before? Anything involving the rest of the body, or their internal organs, or even their eyes...
[Tell us more about your experiences, pal.]
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[Funny how evil enjoyed its own color pallet at times. Villains seemed to be pretty susceptible to that stuff.]
“On a personal note, a... coworker of mine has a peculiar case of heterochromia, as for my boss, he can have as many eyes or limbs as he chooses.”
[..Though he isn’t really sure about why this is useful to his pitch. Does that answer your question, Danny?]
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[Though, Flug may or may not notice that Danny here has what appears to be some slight peculiarity with his own eyes: his eyes are actually an interesting shade of dark pink, though his right appears to be strangely glassier than the left.]
What did you say your name was again? "Doctor Flug"?
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[He blinks as he takes a better look at who he is actually speaking with.]
"Oh! I see you're no stranger to a bit of heterochromia, yourself."
[At least something seems different between the right and left eye..]
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And indeed I'm not a stranger to it, though technically speaking, my right eye isn't very good... in fact, it's not even real, sadly.
[He says, with a slight tap of his fingers against the right side of his face near the aforementioned eye.]
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[Too close! A mistake like that could have cost him dearly with a client!]
"AndthisiswhyIpreferhavingintelfirst R-right Mr. Dicke-- Doctor! Doctor Dickens. I--"
[Better to go with the formality.]
"I-it's nice to see other men of intellect are here."
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[Not that it isn't nice to hear there might be a life he could carve into in this community. His life just already belonged to something else.]
"And what sort of practice do you operate, Dr. Dickens?"
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[Like cutting into someone's head to get to the source directly...]
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[Flug nods just a tad too eager with feigned politeness. No offense Danny, a certified Mad Scientist just really doesn't do shrinks.]
"That is handy. I know my way around a scalpel myself."
[And taking apart and reconstructing DNA to make the stuff of nightmares... Or 5.0.5.]
"If I do get things running perhaps I could refer my customers to you."
[When fixing something physically just isn't enough.]
"Do you have a business card, by chance?"
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[Here, Danny will take one out to pass along to Flug. It's standard business fair information wise, save for an eye drawn in the corner.]
In the meantime, how has your stay been here so far? I hope that you are adjusting well--after all, there is no way of knowing how long you might be here before you are able to return to work back home.
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"It's been.. fine. As I've said, most of the people I work with aren't human already, so.."
[He shrugs.]
"No one has really tried to kill, kidnap or eat me yet-- a-as far as I can tell, anyway! Which is a step up from what I'm used to. On some days."
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