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Test drive meme: November

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.

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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.

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[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!

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.

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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( 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!! ]

[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?

[ 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...? ]

[ he barely blinks at the spider woman, honestly. hardly the weirdest thing he's seen someone get turned into, and the pamphlets prepared him for some weirdness.

he's having more trouble trying to remember how to talk to people without either manipulating them or gloating. ]

Oh, um-- Just, we have angels back on my world, and I'm curious if they're different here...? Or, well, I've never met an angel, but they're in a lot of paintings and stories about the Chosen and all that... So I guess I was just wondering if they're the same.

[ nice. nailed it. not suspicious at all. he'd pat himself on the back if he didn't have sad small tween arms. ]

[ She shrugs. ]

Probably. They're different than the world I'm from, so I wouldn't think they have any --

[ ................................................................ hold on. Did he just say "Chosen?" On it's own it'd be one thing, but since he's asking about angels...

No way. That's gotta be a coincidence, right? There's countless stories about Chosen heroes designated by the gods, right?

Oh, she probably looks like an idiot stopping mid-sentence to stare. Time to start talking again. ]

... uh, I don't think they have anything to do with anyone's worlds, honestly. [ She pauses for a second, before asking: ] Why, what do you think they look like?

Uh-

[ he's going to file that pause aside for later analysis. just the way his brain works. she might just be an idiot, but maybe she knows something useful about angels or something.

honestly, it's been so long since he's actually had to do his own footwork, he forgot how tedious it was to actually remember things on his own. ]

Y-you know. Wings, bathed in light, envoys of the heavens, mystical crystals... Whatever you think of when you think "angel", that's probably what I'm thinking too.

[ Oh, no. Mithos doesn't get to cop out that easy. Not if Alice has anything to say about it. ]

Well, how do you know what I'm thinking of? I could be thinking of something completely off the rails, like having wings that look like glass or some stupid crazy knack for falling over all the time. That doesn't really jive with the traditional idea of angels, does it?

[ Ok, even that description is probably a little out there for the average person, but it's weird enough for her to be able to laugh it off if her hunch gets disproved. ]

[ he's good at not letting his emotions show, thankfully, so he doesn't give anything away.

but he's both suddenly intrigued and extremely annoyed. that's absolutely not a description someone completely random would give- they're from the same place, or they just happen to have a single extremely similar angel in both of their worlds.

unfortunately for him, he also hates the shit out of that angel. she was so close and she ruined everything, lying to him in martel's voice.

of course, he gives none of this away, minus a tiny twitch of the eye that could be mistaken for anything, simply tilting his head a bit. ]

Wings that look like...? I think I've heard stories like that, but the angels in the art in the Houses of Salvation and things like that looked like they had feathered wings. ... And they usually weren't portrayed falling down.

[ he's going to give just enough away to let her figure out where he's from, and no more. it's not like the name "mithos" is super uncommon, but there's no reason she needs to know he's a half-elf, even- and if she knows of colette, there's a non-zero chance she's someone important. no, better to keep the act up for now. ]

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.

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.]

[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.]

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.

Shit, you serious?

[He's gonna forgive the weird phrasing for the time being, on account of that's the least questionable thing going on in this situation.]

Think it's some kinda, I dunno, dog whistle kinda thing? Like a noise nobody hears but us, folks who got got and wound up at the beach.

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..."

[Ding ding, the flipped coin has landed, and it's on heads! Monster head.

A normal human would be greeted by the dim glow of amber eyes, slitted pupils staring at them through the night's darkness against a hunched figure, leaning over the beached stranger with a glint of hunger.

The elf, on the other hand, gets to see a bit more detail. Pale skin, loosely fit clothes with hand gloves and dark, thick nails on the fingertips that are resting on his knees. His ears are also long, and are those horns? You bet they are. Hair's a bit thick, but best not to worry about that when his mouth is open and theres some nice, sharp teeth waiting for a conveniently washed up meal.

Except his meal ticket woke up... Huh...

Wait a second, are those elf ears? That's no ~~mo-~~ human! There's a spark of recognition, and he halts his previously predatory progress with a curious blink.]

Well... I thought you were dying. So- uh, yeah, I guess you aren't.

[His head tilts to one side, glancing over at that sneaking arm without a care before returning to the elf. Yup, seems they both have 'darkvision'.]

"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..?"

God, I hope not. I'm not really interested in being part of the menu.

[ Of course, he's completely forgotten the fact that he's more of a nymph at this point than a dwarf. His arm was already made out of wood, what difference was it if the rest of his body?

He squints, turning to look up at Taako. ] As far as I know, there aren't a whole lotta places that sell that stuff. Or at least they have... vegetarian options, if ya get my drift.

[ He absolutely gets your drift, Merle. ]

Ed jumps and all but backpedals away from the glass, shoving his hands in his (now mostly dry) pockets out of embarrassment. His arms are tense as if he's holding himself, and for a moment he stares down at his feet.

It takes him a moment to realise both of them are still there, standing awkwardly near each other, so he shoots the blond a side glance with an upturned brow. "...you think it's okay?" he asks softly, slouched a little now. He rubs his arm for real now. "The people around here have been giving me weird looks..."

[ She has to restrain herself from yelling at him as he essentially confirms her suspicion. It's not like it's essentially important; regardless if he's heard of her or not (how could he not? Alice made sure she made a name for herself in the New World), he wouldn't know anything substantial.

It's fine. This is fine. ]

Yeah, I'm used to those kinds, too. But I've... uh, met the Chosen of Sylvarant, and apparently she has a different kind of wings and an insane knack for evading trouble.

[ Her tone doesn't sound as enthused as it was as she starts talking about Colette. That kind of genuine happiness makes her skin crawl. Gross. ]

Ed has... basically no idea where he is, no better bearing on his surroundings than most anyone else that shows up on this beach. Certainly he won't yet know what 'beast' is all about or if the shotgun is even remotely appropriate.

Yet all the same, 'beast' paired with 'shotgun' means bad in his mind, if it's anything like some of the creatures from his home. He comes scrambling up the length of the beach, nearly slipping a couple times on the sand.

"OI, OIII!! Leave him alone-!"

This might not be the best time to intervene, though.

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Test drive meme: November

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Edward Atlus | OC

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taako (taaco) | the adventure zone: balance

Mithos Yggdrasill | Tales of Symphonia

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Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games

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

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waking up!