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Test drive meme: January
Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!
SCENARIO ONE
You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched, with your mouth full of sand. The salt water is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean.There are lights in the distance, but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not - you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.
SCENARIO TWO
So you've just arrived, and already some of the natives are trying to get on your good side with offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all on the more informative end of the scale. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous readers saying they're lies, or pointing out good "jokes."
Then there are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.
SCENARIO THREE
"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines.
Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.
SCENARIO FOUR
The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
Reiji Akaba | YuGiOh ARC-V | OTA
[As both a duellist and as CEO of the largest duel monsters card schook and company in Maiami City, Reiji is used to crowds, and to minor celebrity. He's not quite as used to it being so... in his face, however. Uh. Literally. Papers, wads of currency, more papers, a skewer of smoked fish(?), a loaf of bread(??)--his glasses fall askew, multiple people talking or even shouting at him for one reason or another.
He's outwardly taking it in stride, his impassive mien never flickering as he gets tripped (intentional? accidental?) and gets pushed back upright (accidental? intentional?) but this is really a situation he was not prepared to handle and certainly not while itchy and soggy and still with grit in his teeth and salt in his gums.
He doesn't have much opportunity to get a word in until suddenly he finds himself face to face with someone else, very suddenly--]
Ah.
[It really doesn't matter whether it's a monster or not with just centimetres between his face and theirs--this neutral look and monosyllabic remark is both his greeting and his expression of surprise.
At least he'll speak if spoken to.]III.
[Reiji doesn't generally think of himself in practical terms, but when it comes down to it, he is an extremely practical person. Kind of to a fault, actually--Reiji Akaba is actually practical to the point that it loops around to being impractical.
Case in point: whispering voice in his head.
He could ignore it. It isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to him, even before he woke up with a mouthful of sand and salt on the shores of Monster Peninsula. But if he ignored it, he would not know its cause. And if he doesn't know its cause, then he doesn't have a means to address it--whether that involves ignoring it later on or not, he'd prefer it to be an informed decision.
Well. He's certainly found... something, anyway.
The sense of something else hovers him, like the lightest touch on the back of his shoulder, but without any definable quality other than its presence--and no evidence of its cause, which is not so much discomfitting as it is a steady drain on his ample patience. Walking doesn't net him any more answers. The flickering light of the bonfires projects haunting shapes in the fog, revellers and reverents casting shadows into and against the light.... and Reiji himself, looking grossly out of place in his turtleneck and boat shoes.]
Hmmm.
[You'd think a
sixteen year oldman known for his intellect would have something more insightful to say.]Wildcard
[He's actually much chattier, I promise. He just chronically underreacts because he's a ridiculous nerd.]
III
Lost in thought? [Noa 'asks', announcing his presence from the roof nearby. He lounges about as comfortably as any cat would, eyes gleaming.] ...Considering residence, perhaps?
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Then Reiji closes his eyes, apparently considering that suggestion--and opens them again after a moment.]
Not yet.
[Truthfully, while he's not exactly dubious that he'll become a monster himself (denial isn't really his logical vice), he is suspending judgment (and decisions) until he sees how that series of events unfolds.
Which is the exact definition of his actual logical vice.
He looks the.... cat boy... up and down for a moment, then goes ahead and asks the obvious question.
Might as well get it out of the way.]
What are you supposed to be?
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Noa peers with rapt curiosity, tail swaying back and forth off the edge of the roof.] Manticore, naturally, [He hums.]
Fairly fresh on the scene, aren't you?
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Unless there is a form of monster that appears to be an unremarkable human, I'd have a difficult time denying it.
[Which is to say, yes. But also: what was the point of that question, exactly?]
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But I appreciate honesty...so. [He smiles- small, considering, and somehow not as toothy as it could be.] Welcome to Dyster. What do you intend to so now?
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Not that he's especially enthusiastic about that prospect in general, but he's working on that.]
Good question.
[Is now a good time to bring up the fact that he was bidden here by a voice in his head? Is there ever a good time for that?
He opts to keep that information to himself, and regards the cat-boy a moment.]
What would you suggest?
[Not that he's going to do whatever comes out of that toothy mouth, to be clear. He just wants to hear what that idea is.]
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Most who come here choose to ally with the Fog God- but that's far from what I would just suggest for everyone, [he emphasizes, eyes shining.] A few might take on a patron's protection- a more distant association, but one that leaves them....neutral, technically...
[He stares down at the teen, narrowing his eyes.] Either way....the Fog God may lead others here but she tends not to force their hand either...
II
Thankfully, for all the humans involved, he's just passing through this time... Or he was until he noticed a sopping wet newbie with barely any reaction to anything.]
Hah? [He leans in, in spite of the danger water can pose to robots like him.] Is that all ya gotta say? Huh?
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However, he's very used to attempts at intimidation, or provocation, for that matter. And there are two strategies for that.
It would be easiest to just make eye contact with this... situation and then walk past it. He has no reason not to, other than the potential scene it would make if offense was taken, but Reiji is perhaps-unreasonably confident that if he's going to die, it's not going to be here in the street at the hands of this mechanical humanoid.
The other option is to refuse, point-blank. Unbroken eye contact usually works, if you wait long enough.
Or--]
Is there something else I should have said?
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Zack shrugs.]
I dunno! Most people either scream at the big scary robot! Either that, or they think I'm a fucked up statue or something...
[God, what a weirdo. Who just stares at the thing that could potentially fry his brains out and start asking it how to react like a normal human being?! It's not like this guy could have met any monsters before, judging by the grit and water and...
Oh, wait.] You're new here, right?
Oh god that html fail
Whether that's a good idea or not remains to be seen, but it is what it is.]
I think this kind of commotion isn't normal when one walks down the street.
[And then, to clarify:]
So, yes.
Could be worse.
[He's used to commotion. Especially when he's hungry.]
Whelp! Welcome to Ryslig! Hope you like turning into a monster because that literally happens to everyone who gets dragged here!
II
The blue-haired girl looks down at Reiji as he pushes himself back up, staring at him with an equally blank stare. There's a long pause before the teen gives a nod.]
You are another quiet one. [She says to Reiji, without actually saying it to Reiji.] I take it that you are unharmed? Humans tend to be quite resilient... likely to compensate their tendency to fall over.
[Said the seemingly- normal thirteen-year-old girl. She doesn't look like a monster unless the lack of arms was a transformation.]
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Which actually has a lot more to do with his visible surprise than anything that came out of her mouth. But it's not.... entirely lost on him.]
.... humans?
[Okay, so he can be a little blunt. He can also be a little vague. The two go together in a way that sounds subtler than it is.]
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Yes. Humans. The species that you are. There is a 98% chance that you are a human, even though if you do not recognise the term. In terms of biology, I am also a human now, though the circumstances behind this need further investigation.
[Reiji's very vague and Fi's very literal. This should go... swimmingly.]