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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.
Johnny Joestar | JJBA: Steel Ball Run
[Waking up in an unfamiliar place, feeling beat all to hell, with no idea how he got there, is not Johnny's idea of a good time. Neither is drowning, but the universe has literally never cared about what Johnny wants, and it's not about to start now, hence the tide coming in.]
[A wave crashes over him, soaking his already waterlogged clothes and dragging him back across the sand, towards the ocean. Johnny immediately digs his nails in, tries to claw his way out of the water, but it's hard to gain traction on non-solid ground. It doesn't help that he's fighting against the pull of the tide and his own dead weight, which makes dragging himself forward by just his arms a near-herculean task.]
[Not that Johnny's any stranger to impossible odds - whether someone comes along to give him a hand or not, he is damn well gonna get safely onto dry land.]
SCENARIO THREE
[Johnny is already real sick of this place, but he's even more sick of waking up in unfamiliar surroundings without any idea how he got there. It looks like some sort of...festival? He's not sure, there's bonfires and dancing but beyond that he doesn't have a clue what's going on. The way he figures, the best way he can find out is to just roll up to someone and ask - maybe someone'll be able to explain the disembodied voices he keeps hearing, too.]
Hey - you got a minute?
SCENARIO FOUR
[Johnny doesn't know shit about mythology, but he understands irony just fine. He's not sure whose responsible for all this, but he's sure they must find it hi-larious to turn an ex-jocky into a goddamn horse. Johnny sure as hell ain't laughing, but there's fuck-all he can do about the situation since he's even less mobile with four legs than he was with two. At least as a human he could wheel himself around, as a kelpie he's shit out of luck outside the water.]
[Anyone who happens by the lake he's taken refuge in will maybe want to find another place to swim, unless they want to get tangled up with a pissed off monster horse that's just barely treading enough water to keep his head above the surface. He looks ornery and likely to bite anyone who gets too close or makes the mistake of thinking he's an easy target. Judging by the abandoned rifle floating nearby, and the suspicious amount of red tinge in the water surrounding him, it's probably safe to say some unfortunate hunter already made that mistake - and paid for it.]
SCENARIO ONE | it's time for everything to immediately spiral into shit, oh boy,
Also it's foggy. And it's really, really hard to see in this, so-
He can make something out in the distance, a figure pulling themselves from the sea, and with that in mind he starts jogging over with a shout.] Hello?
You there! I'm coming to help! [he calls, naturally failing to think that perhaps, someone doesn't want help in this situation. Who would refuse help in this situation? That feels ridiculous.] Just hang on..!
[He'll be getting quite close before it's possible for one or the other to see each other, but once close enough he'll at least offer a hand. Possibly both as he stoops down.] Here, let me help you up...
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[Johnny looks at the hand offered to him, then to the shit brick-house it's attached to, and something bitter turns in his stomach. It's not like this guy has any way of knowing he just said the wrong thing, and he's clearly just trying to be a good person, but that doesn't do much to get the sour taste out of Johnny's mouth.]
Yeah, unless you can pull a miracle out of your ass, that's not happening.
[To emphasize this point, he pushes himself up from his belly-crawl and twists at the waist to sit upright- the lower half of his body doesn't follow with the movement, and he has to use his hands to bring one of his legs close enough to inspect for damage. It's not like he'd be able to feel it if something sliced him open while he was in the water.]
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[Ah. He blinks, eyes following the motions- rather, the lack of motions. It's telling enough, and yet Jonathan's eyes don't linger on Johnny at all from that point. Instead he stands, squinting out at their surroundings while Johnny checks himself over.] Hmmm. ...In this weather, it'll be a miracle in itself even if anything washed ashore...for that matter I'm not sure it would get much traction on this sand...
[And that would be assuming Johnny's chair came with him at all- and he assumes the other has a chair, with how difficult it would likely be to get around otherwise. Given what he's heard from others, signs point to 'no'. This is a problem indeed. He looks back to Johnny- and, perhaps notably, doesn't have pity in his expression so much as hesitance. Not that he knows the other, but he imagines that most people stuck in the sand, used to a lack of mobility in the legs, would not take too kindly to what he's about to suggest.]
If you're open to it, I could see about getting you to a bench, or a chair at the least until a proper cart can be located... ...at the very least, I simply cannot leave someone here in this weather- it's far too cold for anyone to be at the shore.
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[He looks the guy up and down again, wondering how much he can reasonably trust him, wondering why he seems vaguely familiar somehow.]
Honestly I'd rather have a horse.
[Right leg seems fine, time to check the left. A few bumps and scrapes, but nothing too bad.]
...Don't suppose you've seen an Appaloosa wandering around, have you?
[He doesn't wanna think about why Slow Dancer wouldn't have found him by now.]
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...I would hope it not be the case, but I suspect any specific horse you knew before would not have followed you here either, [he adds more softly] I...
[Ooof. How does he get to this.] ...As unbelievable as it shall sound, neither you nor myself are even in the realm we originated from.
We're in another realm entirely.
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[The trouble is, Johnny can't remember the President ever pushing or pulling him into a different dimension - and you don't just forget something like that. Is it possible someone else has a similar ability? Or maybe this is a different sort of Stand entirely - maybe this is all some sort of fabricated space, or an elaborate illusion.]
[He won't be able to figure it out until he finds the user, so he supposes he had better start looking. But first, he needs to get his ass on a saddle.]
Of course we are.
[His tone is flat and dry as the desert - not because he's skeptical, but because he absolutely believes every word Johnathan just said, because this is just his sort of luck.]
I don't suppose this 'realm' has a leader? Someone responsible for bringing people here?
[He needs to know who's ass he has to kick if he's gonna get back to his own world, and that seems as good a place to start as any.]
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As it is the smile fades, and he nods.] There is, yes. And not for lack of trying, those here have found themselves unable to leave for years. She seems to see herself as a 'god'- the only name I've been given for her is 'Fog God'.
[He gestures around them.] It's...certainly accurate.
Perhaps most concerning about her is that she does not hide herself from those here. It's a particularly worrisome level of confidence in her own power.
[...And speaks to the legitimacy, for sure.]
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[He shouldn't sound so skeptical, considering he's spent the last few months on an elaborate scavenger hunt for the desiccated corpse parts of Jesus Christ, but for some reason he sincerely doubts this person is as divine as they claim to be. He's seen people do some pretty god-like things with their Stands. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to assume this "Fog God" is just a particularly powerful Stand user with delusions of grandeur.]
[He'll have to look more into it later. For now, he needs to get out of these wet clothes and onto some kind of mobility device. Wheels or hooves, he'll take what he can get right now.]
So people know where she is? If I wanted to have a few words with her, someone could send me her way?
[He says this casually as he wrings out his skullcap, as though having words isn't an obvious euphemism for a much more violent interaction. Once his hat isn't completely sodden, he reaches behind his head for the collar of his shirt and tugs it up and over his head, so he can shake off all the sand and give it a good wringing out.]
[If Johnathan looks close enough he might just see a familiar-looking mark on Johnny's shoulder.]
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FOUR HELLO
Sorry! Didn't think you could quite... reach me there.
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[He definitely feels the muscles in his throat moving and vibrating in all the right ways, but no noise comes out - probably because his mouth is underwater. All that comes up is a huff of bubbles, which somehow still gets his intended sentiment across.]
[He tries again, just in case this guy isn't well-versed in horse body-language.]
Don't you know getting kicked by a horse is the second most common cause of death?
[Or at least it was back in his timeline.]
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... At a safe, courteous distance, that is. He backs away, drifting upwards until his head is above water.]
Really? What's the first?
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[It may sound like a threat, but his flat delivery takes a lot of the bite out of it. He comes across as more moody than anything, which is fitting considering he's both a teenager and a horse. Truly a temperamental combo.]
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[WELL. That sure sounds like his cue to get out of here.
... But when he looks at this kid trying to stay afloat...]
I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I really am. But I was wondering if, er, if you're okay.
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[He can breath just fine underwater, which is surreal and just a little disturbing, so he doesn't necessarily need to keep his head above water. He just doesn't like not being able to see who might be wandering around or into the lake.]
I wanted a pair of working legs and now I've got 'em.
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What happened to--
[He swears he just wanted to help, and yet here he is blurting out intrusive questions the answers to which just don't matter.]
W-What I mean to say - Well, you see, since I'm a merman, and, ah, I'm assuming you're new, and-- and I heard something, actually, what just happened? In any case, my point was...
[Is he the one who needs help now??]
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[Thankfully Marco is a pretty smart cookie, and backpedals before he can say something that'll make Johnny want to sink his teeth into him.]
If you're wondering about the blood, it's not mine.
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Four, sorry not sorry
But it doesn't stop Speedwagon from going to investigate, pausing at the edge of the water. With his clothing still in much the same style as he arrived, it luckily hides the majority of the pooka features he'd been steadily gaining. The only thing potentially obvious that makes him seem odd would be the deep gold eye color and central incisors being longer than humans should be.
He's crouching down to investigate the water, seeming entirely oblivious about the kelpie nearby. The blood smell overtakes the smell of the water horse, after all.]
NEVER BE SORRY
[In the back of his mind, he can hear Gyro's voice telling him to tell this guy to eat shit and fuck off, but he doesn't do either of these things. Instead, he treads water a bit, hoping to alert the guy to the presence of a freaky monster horse and hopefully scare him off before he gets the bright idea to jump in the water.]
ALWAYS SORRY
Of course he's ignoring everything for a moment as he's shifting around to be on his hands and knees instead to sniff at the water properly. Yeah, yeah that's blood there. Interesting.
Until there's a noise and he's bolting back to sitting upright and adjusting his hat with a soft cough.]
Hadn't realized this particular water source was occupied, though I suppose the blood in the water would give that away. [... If he wanted to scary him off, it's not working in the slightest.]
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[It doesn't help that he's skinny little colt with a cute little star mark on his shoulder, like some kind of mirrorverse my little pony.]
It's an easy mistake to make.
[His flat tone implies he means anything but.]
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Who are you? [Ever the classy one, Speedwagon. Everything else is momentarily forgotten and he's real glad that the nervousness of this ridiculous nonsense he's been paired with didn't get thrust onto him as well.
He can certainly feel his heart beginning to race, which is never a good sign, but he's learned that if he's gained one advantage of this monster thing? He has a way out of bad situations.]
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[He tilts his head a bit, because it's hard to give someone the side-eye when your eyes don't face forward, and moves forward a bit in the water so he won't have to raise his voice so much to be heard. It's slow going, since he's literally running on half horse power, but he's not about to haul ass for a complete stranger.]
Weird question to ask a horse.
[He's just gonna - he's not even sure what you would call it, really. He just sort of thinks really hard about being human until he is one again, or at least sort of looks it. It's harder to stay afloat in this form, but it's much less awkward to hold a conversation, so it's a fair trade.]
Why don't you try again, maybe introduce yourself first this time?
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That mark, I have only ever seen one man with it and you certainly are not him. [He may be talking a little faster with a good undertone of actually nervousness creeping into his voice. He's not scared or bothered by this man in that manner, it's more... that's not something that should be a possibility as far as he's aware.
But yes, right, names he supposes.]
Robert E. O. Speedwagon, now please do tell me your name. [Not the smoothest of introductions, either, but it should do well enough for the time being.]
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[Johnny frowns, his brows furrowing as he looks Speedwagon up and down, searching for his presence anywhere in his memories of the short time he spent in England as a boy. His face and name don't ring any bells, but Johnny's dad knew plenty of folks in high society that he never bothered introducing him to. Maybe this Speedwagon is one of those guys.]
Ah. I'm guessing you mean my old man.
[Talking about his dad is something he can only do very briefly, once in a blue moon - he's not about to elaborate further.]
Johnny Joestar. He probably never mentioned me.
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