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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER
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.
Jonathan Joestar | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
"Kgh...KACK..."
He was coughing.
It didn't quite register right away that this meant he was breathing. Jonathan was too busy coughing salt water from his stinging lungs, his arms and body covered extensively with scratches and cuts. There was sand under his hands though, he realized. The ocean water was lapping against him, and there was sand. How odd though, Jonathan thought. After all, a moment ago...
...
A moment ago he was dead. "...Wasn't I dying?" He thought to no one in particular, eyes blinking away the dust of sleep as he forced himself to his feet. Jonathan looked over his hands, the fog around him swirling about. "I was attacked, and..."
Hands flew to his neck, feeling for wounds that were not there. His eyes wide as he looked around, he felt his breathing- so well controlled, normally- fly from control. That's right. He had been dying. Dio had attacked, striking his throat and crippling his ripple and-
Calm yourself. Jonathan swallowed, and Breathed, steadying his focus. Calm. Calm...bring the breathing back into...
....
His breath was steady, but the sensation of the ripple was still gone.
Though it remained steady, Jonathan's thoughts continued to whirl. Had he somehow healed himself after he blacked out, so certain it would be the last time he closed his eyes? Had he somehow survived both that and the explosion, only to lose that power he had worked to master? Only to float...
Here?
...
Dio's head-
"Mngh- If someone were to find Dio, even in this state...He could easily kill them!" Jonathan realized, rushing along the beach. He couldn't be far...He held that man's head so tightly after all, he couldn't..!
"Where..." But then where was he?! "Where-!"
And Where was this!?
[2 | Information Packets]
Dio, for better or worse, is not here. He himself is here, as he notes to himself quietly yet audibly when the matter sticks, but Dio absolutely isn't which he presumes means his former 'brother' of sorts is somewhere at the bottom of the sea.
Concerning, given that the last time that had happened Dio found a way to come back. Perhaps it wouldn't happen this time? He no longer had the help of one of his turned zombies after all, no allies or servants to come to his aid (best he could tell)...
...
It was still concerning.
Everything was concerning truthfully however. As he attempted to ascertain his wherabouts, he had found himself at a complete loss- as a young boy he had not vacationed very far from home ultimately. His interests in the world had come largely from books, and while it had fed a capable mind for research it did not leave the sort of experience that his friend Speedwagon had.
He felt certain, somehow, that Speedwagon would have been able to determine where this was. His friend was not here however, nor was his dear wife (and he hoped beyond hope that this meant she had indeed escaped to safety), so there would be no relying upon outside advice. He simply needed to use what was around him.
The fog here was unlike any fog he had ever seen- thick, and oppressing, yet clean, clear of all the smoke and ash of London's own. And as he made his way to the town near the shoreline it seemed this sort of fog was nothing that the people were unfamiliar with as well.
Very...helpful people, or so it seemed. "Oh- Please, I simply couldn't take this," he insists numerous times as people attempt to pass him food and luxuries. There is a fear in their eyes he notices, a desperation that sends shudders down his spine. He keeps his palms open, and forward facing, doing his best to politely refuse the gifts.
Somehow a coat has found its way around his shoulders anyway, the culprit gone before he could even attempt to return it. "Please- It would be too imposing; all I ask is to know where I am."
The people are nervous. An old fisherman watching affairs from a storefront entry smokes their pipe, leering with a judging glare. "Vandare," the old man huffs out. "Ye ain't welcome here."
Jonathan, in his quiet alarm, has ultimately ended up with a basket of cheeses and breads forced over his arm, and seems even less aware that the crowd is growing uneasy enough to prepare sharper implements than little food knives.
[3 | Beep-Boop Arcade (Bc that's never happening in Game laughs)]
"What...Is this place..?" It isn't as if Science-Fiction never existed in Jonathan's day. He'd read such works as Frankenstein and Twenty Thousand Leagues, and many others in his youth. A good book was nothing short of the greatest adventure one could have in the dark of night without leaving the home, or so his father would tell him.
'Seek Us Out'. Perhaps he shouldn't have listened. There is a strange sensation he gets from this 'room from nowhere', and it is not the result of all the lights around him. "I've never even seen such devices in the drawings of novels...and yet they all seem to serve some sort of purpose perfectly," he observes quietly, peering at the game consoles as he walks about. He should turn around, perhaps. He should leave. But there is that curiosity ringing in his ears, or perhaps something else.
"Just who made these..."
[4 | I've the Nastiest Headache]
The fog has returned again. When it came mid month, he had wondered if the people of this place- 'monster' and man alike (though it was quite clear that the 'monsters' were no less man than any who looked human here), were pulling some sort of wool over his eyes. A small, but no less cruel trick for a weary victim of shipwreck with no apparent way home. The mountains were impassible, reportedly- research into that spoke heavily of it at least. The waters as well became impossible to sail upon beyond a certain point, reducing the timbers to matchsticks.
There was without a doubt some sort of way around these things- he would seek it, and find it- but in the middle of the month when the fog had brought nothing that others spoke of he had felt hopeful.
At least until someone insisted that it was the end of the month that would be messy.
Jonathan's head is pounding. He is far from the sort to allow a headache to bring temper upon him however, and with that in mind as he tenderly rubs his aching head he attempts to find his way to some sort of pharmacy. They will surely have what can ease a headache he tells himself as he walks through the heavy fog.
He does not expect the pharmacist at the front table to immediately back against a wall when he enters, however. Nor does he expect them to reach for...
Oh-
Jonathan's hands are held as placatingly as possible, even if his mind is already pondering what ways he might dodge the unnervingly quick bullets of 'Ryslig's weapons. What way to safely disarm the fellow without harm. What way to- "Please," he speaks, swallowing as the pharmacist cautiously begins to lower the gun anyway. "I've come only for medicine- there's no need to fear."
So he says- but as he catches a glimpse at himself in the glass beside him, he can't help but wonder if the man was right to reach for his weapon.
His headache isn't so severe, he's finding- perhaps the fact that a set of long horns have already broken the skin at his brow is why.
...
He can't even find the words to say.
Re: Jonathan Joestar | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
And this one really does look like he might need the help. Maya spends a few moments watching Jonathon fret before she interrupts.
"Um, mister?" The mermaid asks from a few feet away, propped up where she's dragged herself to some rocks that kind of, sort of look tall enough to maybe avoid the tide. "Are you alright over there?"
And who, she wonders, is Dio?
it's one tag in and already i am so sorry maya
He was about to say 'something'- even explain that the 'something' would be quite disturbing to even consider (for who wouldn't consider a severed head disturbing, let alone a talking one). Except his eyes have adjusted, and they've adjusted to something not quite typical.
Is it a costume? They certainly don't look like any zombie he's ever encountered at least, not with that tail. ...
....
wait is this a mermaid are mermaids real-It occurs to Jonathan that he's perhaps being rather rude. He quickly composes himself. "Please, forgive me- I'm afraid I lost my thoughts for just a moment," he admits, shaking his head. "...I'm looking for something that could be dangerous if found by the wrong person," Jonathan continues. "If I may ask...have you seen what appears to be a severed head?"
He is very aware that this sounds bad.
I am not oh my god
Her amusement is cut short, however. Her eyes widen at his question in obvious surprise.
"Just, like, a head?!" Maya asks, incredulous despite the number of severed limbs and jerky-dry corspes she's had to see in Ryslig. Her tail slaps on those rocks, real as the fog. "No! You had a head with you already?!"
M A Y A....
A-Already!? Just where could they be that this could be so common!? Or perhaps it would be the possession of some kind of 'head' on its own?
Perhaps he'd managed to wash ashore in some land which practiced 'shrinking' heads? He had read at least once of such alarming things being common practice elsewhere in the world, so it couldn't be so surprising then could it? The timing then? 'Already'?
...
That isn't important right now! Once again Jonathan forces himself to regain composure, his thoughts whirling through the rush of theories and confusions in but a few seconds. "I assure you, I am quite serious; it is an undead head- 'alive', in the sense of retained thoughts and actions. It would be very dangerous for any to approach them even in this state, so it is absolutely vital that I find them!"
He hasn't even gotten to the part where Dio can fire lasers from his eyes.
maya fey counts as bizzare ok
At the very least, though, Maya tries to give some kind of answer after shaking her head. "It's probably not here! I don't think I've ever heard of someone showing up around here with a whole head...!"
The mermaid, with her monstrous man-eating teeth, shudders at the idea of how haunting it must be to be around a zombie head, imagining what terrible kind of place this guy had to come from as if she's forgotten just where they are herself.
its true...
TRULY, IT WAS A BIZARRE WORLD,"I would be fairly surprised if you had heard of it happening before at all," Jonathan remarks. "If there were to be even more like Dio at large... ...That would be a horrible matter indeed."
That isn't the point either. "If you haven't seen them however, then that is both fortunate and not- while it is vital that he be located swiftly, it is better that one not have to fight him without due warning."
Which is, of course, why he's got to do so. He at least knows what's up Dio's (missing) sleeves- to throw someone else in blind, well...that would invite tragedy indeed.
no subject
She suggests, raising her shoulders a little in a shrug. It never really does get easier to explain to new people that they've been sucked up into an alternate dimension, but hey, she's no interdimensional scientist, either.
"Like, you were brought here by the Fog God," Maya continues as best as she's learned. "You're not even in your home world."
no subject
"Not..." Washed away then? No, that isn't what she's saying. The certainty of her words point to something more than 'perhaps you misplaced it in the water', and instead somehow the idea of absolute and utter separation. He doesn't understand it. The abruptness of it.
Gods.
Worlds.
Somewhere between the two points he tries to connect it to something tangible, something he can understand. Various people and countries have their own opinions on gods and the dead, an easy enough matter to draw conclusions upon. One would think plenty could be understandable after the strange adventure he had been upon of course, but in the end there was a fair difference between using the power of sunlight and breath to punch the undead to submission, and the idea of being kidnapped by a god to another realm.
He of course, does not draw that conclusion, and instead- "...Do you mean to say..."
He was dying. He was dying, and awoke without the injuries of his death.
But he also awoke without the power of life he had carried to battle. "...Are we dead?"