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graveyardsmash2019-09-13 09:05 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER
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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.
lmaoooooo
...JoJoooohhh.....
[There's no comfort in this, not even in knowing that Jonathan had kicked the bucket at such a ripe age. His goal up to now hadn't been to kill the bastard, otherwise he already would've done it; knowing Jonathan dies nine years from 'now' isn't even helpful without knowing what the next nine years look like. It all just serves to piss Dio off even more.
He huffs and slides off of his seat to the side, beginning to walk away from Jonathan and the rest of the search party.] ...you're... just as intolerable... even at this age...
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If the plan had been 'newly formed'...wouldn't he have done something else? Even that is a painful thought to consider, and he strives to push it from mind as best he can. Instead he closes his eyes- god, that tone with that nickname strikes all the wrong memories of familiarity- and in that time Dio is standing up and walking off.] Ah-
Dio, you likely shouldn't be walking around just yet- [He starts, but the protest dies at the edge of his tongue. Instead he sighs (and he's honestly already so tired of fighting with Dio again, even if it's just verbal intensity, even if it's with a younger shadow of the past), standing up to follow.]
...I suppose that is what I feared you would say, [Jonathan admits quietly.] ...Dio. If you do not want my help, I shall not force it on you- but it would be a comfort at the least, to know that you at least take it from someone else in that case.
I've barely told you of the nature of this place. I cannot in good conscience, leave you to discover that on your own.
[....He sounds so concerned.
and he outpaces the boy easily in order to give him those words...]no subject
A good amount of Jonathan's words fall on deaf ears, but not because Dio has started tuning him out. Rather, when the man huffs in exasperation and stands to follow, Dio bolts. He doesn't really even think about it, his mind occupied with vitriolic hisses over Jonathan's numerous offences. He doesn't want help, doesn't need help especially from JoJo! And part of him knows that taking off into this unknown forest in this kind of weather with nothing but a towel for warmth will spell out his true demise. There is a chance, yes, that he can navigate his way back somewhere, but that chance is so slim. Be reasonable, part of his conscience begs.
His legs carry him on their own, however. That sigh of a patience run thin sparked new, forgotten energy in him.
It doesn't last. It can never last.
It had rained recently, he thinks. It would explain the dampness of the soil and the scent of the air, especially as his face crashes back down into it when his foot snags on something (a root? a patch of mud?). He thinks he slides a little when he plummets. He can't be sure, though, because his throat is burning and he has to wheeze for breath once more.
What an ungraceful end.]
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[Bugger.
He doesn't know much about Lager Woods. What he does know isn't great- at the best of times the woods is a maze. There are man-eating plants (Which, according to rumor even talk), various wild animals that are without a doubt responsible for hiking disappearances, and that's nothing next to the few members of the monster population who do feel it worth the while to hunt after new arrivals.
He would hope that they have the decency at least to not target a child, but given that they're targetting and eating people who have literally just awoken from falling to another world, that's not a very likely matter.
And then there's the Fog. Not the fog around them, the thick, heavy haze that descends in regular intervals and is supposedly going to bring some sort of 'change' with it. He's been dreading that as it is, particularly with it here now, but that at least is somewhat normal.
The 'Forest Fog'. The patch fog, they called it. It brings nightmares- paranoia, hallucination, and other things, things that speak of fairy tales to scare children but even a mere month in this place leads him to suspect that it's no fairy tale.
And dammit he doesn't want Dio to fall prey to that. Or anything else, at this point. It just feels...
...
Jonathan takes off after the boy the minute he realizes he's running off, following the sound of small footsteps with relative ease. He catches up quickly- just in time to catch sight of him tripping to the ground through the wisps of fog, his sense of urgency only somewhat softened.] Dio!
[At least it's just a trip, after all. He moves to offer a hand as he comes close.] Please. I know...I know we're not friends, certainly not from your perspective, but I am trying to help!
[...he really wishes the other would believe him, honestly.]
cw implied child abuse
It's like he's on the floor by his father's bed all over again, shattered glass at his side as he's approached. Something about the medicine he bought, should've bought more beer, yelling, it's too loud, the hand comes down and he throws his own arm up to block the strike, pulling his face away because a hit from this monster of a man will surely break bones--
It's quiet.
The wind is blowing. The trees are rustling. The crows are cawing. It's quiet.
He is cold. He's being spoken to. He lifts his head toward the sound.
Jonathan Joestar has extended a hand to him. 'Help.'
I am trying to Help.]
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Dio's reaction is the sort that doesn't make sense.
It's a block for what isn't there. It's a pull from what isn't there, the space between them too much, too far for it to ever be effective-
...
Unless he had closed that distance, he realizes quietly, and his first thought of course is that of course Dio would presume that. With how they fought, how they argued, but Jonathan finds that somehow those thoughts and feelings fall flat. There is something off about it all, something he cannot put words to as he looks down.
...He looks so small from where he stands, even half bent and stooped as he is to offer his hand to begin with.
Jonathan's hand is still there as he finally speaks.]
Dio? [he cautiously asks, and part of him hopes that his hand is swatted away, if only for proof that it is, in fact, still that same boy.] ...Let's leave these woods.
...There's nothing here for anyone. [Nothing here for them, nothing at all.
Only nightmares.]
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He doesn't take Jonathan's hand, of course. He stands up without it, staring into the woods toward the way they both came. He refuses to meet his eyes, chest rising and falling with wheezy breaths. What happened just now was wrong, a gross reminder of a life he abandoned for something greater. Something that, now, is apparently gone along with it.
He'd like to just forget about all of this, really. He'd like both of them to forget. Weakness is so unsightly on him. He won't say Jonathan isn't right, though. This place is starting to get to him in a way he abhors.]
...I want a drink.
[Leaving would be delightful right about now, even with JoJo in-tow. He has a lot to think about after a long, hot bath.]
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Stay alive.
If he doesn't want him around that's fine, he tells himself, and part of him thinks it's a rather horrible thing to think and even accept but the other part is well aware of the fact that were he here alone it would simply grow too awkward to be around the boy for any extended period of time.
Dio killed him.
And this was not that Dio, but he would not be able to look at him without remembering that fact.
(And if he couldn't do that, he knew for certain Speedwagon wouldn't either, and Speedwagon would not likely take it so calmly.)
A drink, then.] I believe they have hot cocoa out there, actually, [He offers, and only once Dio is upright and moving and at least obviously ready to walk, will he stand more properly upward and lower that offered hand to his side.
...
It would have been strange, he thinks, if the hand had been taken.] ...Coffee as well, but...I suspect that wouldn't be to your taste.
[It wasn't to his either, actually, and he would readily admit that when he arrived in this place himself it was a cup of cocoa that he took when offered.] ...Shall we?
[Maybe someone can even find a place where Dio can have that long hot bath, too.]
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For now, however, he is sweetly oblivious to any notion that the discomfort in the air would come from anything beyond their mutual feud, and frankly Dio himself is feeling it rather strongly himself as well. This moment got... weirdly sentimental in an incredibly unflattering way at the end there. He doesn't like it. Please let it stop.
Maybe it's that awkwardness that yanks a sputtering laugh from Dio's throat when Jonathan brings up coffee.] So you think...! [he snorts in a flash of half-amusement, half-offence as if Jonathan would know anything so specific about him.
...he'll absolutely be getting some cocoa when JoJo's back is turned.
Silence hangs between the two once more as the mood settles into something more neutral. Voices in the distance become clearer, and Dio suspects he can see the outer perimeter of the rescue party's setup through the fog. Perhaps they've found more people.
He spares Jonathan a brief glance when the quiet is finally broken again, but in the end he simply closes his eyes and shrugs as he shoves his scraped hands in his pockets. He doesn't want to respond to something so buddy-buddy-sounding, the very thought of it turning his stomach.
But, they shall.]