Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: You've just been released from the hospital in Vandare and no one really seems to know what to do with you. The locals offer polite advice but don't seem to want to spend a lot of time with you. You and the other new arrivals stick out like sore thumbs, so perhaps one will spot you wandering about town.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together.
SCENARIO THREE: 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? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
[ It isn't that Ukitake doubts Anri could, of course, only that the notion itself is a strange one. Ukitake is a Captain, and more than that, a Shinigami (even if he so happens to be stripped of his spiritual prowess, at the moment!): it is his edict to protect all those around him who cannot protect themselves, and has been for so very long that he's forgotten what it is to be looked after himself. ]
I was just about to offer the very same to you. [ Not a kid, is it? And more than that, the claim of never having been one. It's a troubling thought, but one which he'll address later—perhaps when they've safely arrived in Vandare and can share both a meal and a cup of tea. ] I'm tougher than I look.
[ Which is, to say, not at all—without his spiritual ability, the edge of his illness is all the more apparent. After a long day of traipsing about the forest, his fatigue shows in his face, and he is, perhaps, verging on the sickly side of pale. ]
And it's never too late, you know, to be a kid. I should introduce you to one of my oldest and dearest friends-- he acts like a child, more often than not, with all the napping and lazing about he does.
[ He laughs, then, as he's tugged, though he's alert, ever aware of the path they walk together, and where he can, he'll steer them back in the direction of town. ]
He calls me that, too. Juu-chan. [ And his expression softens, just a bit. ] It's rather ridiculous, I think.
[ what a weird guy. he's obviously sick, probably exhausted if the look of him says anything, and yet he was going to offer to protect anri? he laughs outright, bumping his hip lightly into the other man's. ] You should probably think more about not falling over, Juuchan. Let me worry about the creepy-crawlies.
[ the mention of his friend earns an interested glance from beneath dark lashes, though, lips quirking. ] He sounds like a lotta' fun. Is he handsome? Does he like pretty boys? I might not even charge him, you know. [ not that he's been part of a brothel in a long time, but it's probably best for people not to know just what he is, exactly. at least, not until he knows more about this place.
he slides fingers from the older man's arm to his side, skimming around to rest at his lower back as if in support. ]
Juuchan? Juuchan has a cute face and a cute attitude, so needs a cute name to go with it.
[ He falters, at the implication of the words, brown eyes solemn and somehow sad, but the air of melancholy about him is fleeting. What say has he, after all, in the boy's affairs? His influence extends only to the here and now where...! He flicks Anri's forehead, squarely between the eyes, the gesture, again, oddly paternal. Caring, because Ukitake finds himself endeared to the boy who's placed a hand at the small of his back, offering a silent measure of support after calling attention to his fatigue.
Kindness, it seems, always surfaces in the most unexpected of places. ]
—accommodations aren't difficult to come by, and should you not have already secured yourself a place to stay for the night, you're welcome to come home with me. Though I'll caution that room and board come with a bit of housework. How do you feel about dusting, I wonder? The woman who offered me her guest-house has astonishingly little time to clean.
[ He laughs with a gentle slope of his shoulders, wondering at what sort of life his new landlord must lead. A politician, perhaps? She'd seemed genuinely concerned with the welfare of those who'd awoken in the port, and had taken it upon herself to do what she could to assist them. Ah, he'd certainly have to ask when he met with her again! ]
Though... you do seem like the kind to prefer battling creepy-crawlies to household chores. [ A grin. ] Or am I wrong?
[ he jerks a little at the flick, eyes widening in stunned surprise. no one touches him with that kind of friendly familiarity, and never has. anri's always the one to do it to other people-- shiro, jinzo, kochan.. those few who seem to, strangely enough, care about him for whatever bizarre reason. it's anri's job to smile, to reassure them, to be the strong one, no matter how weak his body should be. he'd clawed his way up out of the filth and the dirt to survive, to protect his brother, and he'd done things.. oh, the things he's done.
.. yeah, juuchan is a really weird guy.
to cover his momentary lapse, he gives him a sly sideways glance, a smirk crawling onto his lips at the offer. ] Maaaah, Juuchan, you can just come out and say it if you wanna' fuck me. I probably wouldn't charge you, either. You know, since you're cute and all. [ he lets that hang in the air for a few moments, then laughs again, slender arm tightening briefly around the other man in a teasing squeeze. ] You're right, though, Anri doesn't do a lot of cleaning.
I want to help you, Anri-kun. [ He cannot mask the look of hurt which crosses his features when Anri suggests that he is that sort of man, one who would use a veneer of kindness and good-will to pursue their own desires. Anri... really has never been just a kid, has he? He's never had his hair ruffled, his forehead flicked, or had his breath taken away by the sheer ferocity of a hug. Brow furrowing in concern, there is a touch of a frown playing upon his lips for a moment, perhaps two, before he banishes it with a shake of his head. ] That is, if you'll let me.
[ Glancing down, he peers at that crown of golden hair, the arm which is still about his hip, and sighs. What a strange boy, Anri is—so small, yet his presence towers above his height. ]
And, for what it may be worth, I don't do a lot of cleaning either. I prefer battling the monsters, as well.
[ he waves off the offer with a dismissive hand, slender shoulders lifting in a shrug. ] I can take care of myself, Juuchan. [ naive. this man is so naive, or foolish perhaps. doesn't he see the darkness that twists its way through every inch of anri? his golden skin, golden hair-- a lie meant to mask the truth of what he is. murderer, whore, manipulator, madman. there's a reason he's so feared.
he walks his fingers up the older man's spine, then trails them back down, teasing and distracting, smiling even as sharp green eyes scan their surroundings for threats. ]
Oh yeah? You must be a tough guy back home, then. [ he tilts his chin, glancing briefly up at him, curious and piercing for a moment before it fades into his default playfulness. ] You a policeman? You usually carry a weapon, right?
Ah? A policeman? [ He blinks once, then twice, smiling gently as he shakes his head no. ] Not quite, though I do carry a sword. [ His hand drops to his waist, after that, to where the hilt of the blade might be, were it with him still. ] Or rather, I did. It seems it was swept away from me by the waters of the port.
[ And it is not the only thing which has gone from him, vanished without a trace. Though this, of course, he doesn't say. Because he, too, is used to being the strong one—he is the Captain of the Thirteenth, and the emblem of his Division signifies hope, even in the darkest of places. He'll worry, of course, and he'll try to discern for himself what machinations might have displaced so many from their homes, but on his own, and not before he's taken to looking after his new-found comrades and friends. ]
And I told you I was tough! It's no fault of mine that you chose not to believe me. [ A scoff. He'd glimpsed that look, of course, the stare of appraisal which Anri had leveled him with even as the very tips of the boy's fingers smoothed over the lean lines of his back, traversing his spine. ]
Now tell me, if you can take care of yourself, where will you be staying the night?
[ anri's weapons, too, are gone, and they're much harder to remove from him than a sword. it's one of many reasons he doesn't believe this story that they were found. none of it adds up, and being a kidnapper himself, he'd know better than most.
he huffs dramatically, planting his free hand on his hip. ] Juuchan can't blame me for being a little bit skeptical, when you look like you need a bed, some medicine, and a whole lotta' sleep.
[ pointedly ignoring the question about where he'll be staying the night--in someone else's bed, perhaps, or on the roof of a building, or an abandoned one, or any number of options--he hums out a thoughtful, curious noise. ] 'Not quite' a policeman. Veeery mysterious, Juuchan. What do you do, then?
Ah, you've caught me! I do need all those things, but I'm still here, walking with you. That makes me strong, right? It counts for something, at the very least!
[ But ah! What does he do, indeed. I serve in the military, he could have said, and it'd not have been a lie—an omission of the full truth, certainly, but not an outright falsehood. Never a lie. So he doesn't quite know what it is that possesses when he stops dead in his tracks, stilling for a moment before he leans down to search out Anri's green eyes with his own, the long fall of his hair cascading down, over his shoulders, to form a curtain around them. ]
I reap the souls of the dead.
[ The words are said with the utmost gravity, bearing no lilt of voice, no playful hint of jest, and they are either the absolute truth (the word of god) or...
Ukitake's crazy, perfectly mad—it's up to Anri to decide. ]
[ for a few seconds, anri's obediently still, meeting the older man's gaze as fearlessly as ever. when that comes out of his mouth, though, he freezes, silent, staring hard as he searches for any sign of a tell. when he doesn't find one, green eyes narrow thoughtfully. --this man is claiming to be a reaper, a shinigami. and normally, anri might laugh something like this off. madmen aren't unusual in the circles anri moves in. but this..? this isn't the claim of a madman.
and if he's not lying and he's not mad, then.. well, what's left? it has to be the truth, then, doesn't it. ]
.. Huh. [ he presses close again, reaching up with the hand not still curled around the other man, pushing his hair back behind an ear. he leans up, then, lips catching juushirou's in a firm, coaxing kiss. before the other man has a chance to react one way or another, though, he's dropping back onto his heels again, tongue darting out to swipe over his mouth. ] I always wondered what it would be like to kiss Death. You taste sweet.
[ he grins, shameless, reaching up to tweak the other man's chin before shifting to start them moving again. ]
[ He'd been curious, truth be told, to see what this enigma of a boy might think of his true nature—and where he'd expected to be greeted with disbelief, with a laugh and a dismissive wave of hand, or perhaps even a nice joke, old man!, he finds only...
A hand, pushing back the curtain of his hair, and the slow warmth of a kiss which he'd neither the the time to recoil from, nor return, before Anri had pulled away.
Ukitake flusters, much too easily perhaps, trailing behind Anri as a fierce shade of red colors his face. He hasn't had a kiss stolen from him in quite some time, and never has the culprit been a human, a boy who isn't a fraction of his age, and yet... He cannot find it in himself to be offended, to be truly mad, because Anri believes him. Believes in him, and that is far more than he could have possibly ever asked. ]
Sweet.
[ —he echoes with a shake of his head. Really, what is Anri thinking? What is he thinking, for that matter? ]
I was right, you are perfectly ridiculous, just like my friend. [ He sighs, touching the very tips of his fingers to his lips, wondering still at the feel of the kiss. ] Which begs the question: how could we have wound up in the same place? We're... not corporeal, on any given day. To be taken from our realm is one thing, to be given a shape is another.
[ Though he glances to Anri, his gaze is distant, somehow faraway. ]
And to find that so many others have been uprooted from their homes is a crime. There is some dark manner of magic afoot here, and it doesn't settle well with me.
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[ It isn't that Ukitake doubts Anri could, of course, only that the notion itself is a strange one. Ukitake is a Captain, and more than that, a Shinigami (even if he so happens to be stripped of his spiritual prowess, at the moment!): it is his edict to protect all those around him who cannot protect themselves, and has been for so very long that he's forgotten what it is to be looked after himself. ]
I was just about to offer the very same to you. [ Not a kid, is it? And more than that, the claim of never having been one. It's a troubling thought, but one which he'll address later—perhaps when they've safely arrived in Vandare and can share both a meal and a cup of tea. ] I'm tougher than I look.
[ Which is, to say, not at all—without his spiritual ability, the edge of his illness is all the more apparent. After a long day of traipsing about the forest, his fatigue shows in his face, and he is, perhaps, verging on the sickly side of pale. ]
And it's never too late, you know, to be a kid. I should introduce you to one of my oldest and dearest friends-- he acts like a child, more often than not, with all the napping and lazing about he does.
[ He laughs, then, as he's tugged, though he's alert, ever aware of the path they walk together, and where he can, he'll steer them back in the direction of town. ]
He calls me that, too. Juu-chan. [ And his expression softens, just a bit. ] It's rather ridiculous, I think.
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[ the mention of his friend earns an interested glance from beneath dark lashes, though, lips quirking. ] He sounds like a lotta' fun. Is he handsome? Does he like pretty boys? I might not even charge him, you know. [ not that he's been part of a brothel in a long time, but it's probably best for people not to know just what he is, exactly. at least, not until he knows more about this place.
he slides fingers from the older man's arm to his side, skimming around to rest at his lower back as if in support. ]
Juuchan? Juuchan has a cute face and a cute attitude, so needs a cute name to go with it.
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[ He falters, at the implication of the words, brown eyes solemn and somehow sad, but the air of melancholy about him is fleeting. What say has he, after all, in the boy's affairs? His influence extends only to the here and now where...! He flicks Anri's forehead, squarely between the eyes, the gesture, again, oddly paternal. Caring, because Ukitake finds himself endeared to the boy who's placed a hand at the small of his back, offering a silent measure of support after calling attention to his fatigue.
Kindness, it seems, always surfaces in the most unexpected of places. ]
—accommodations aren't difficult to come by, and should you not have already secured yourself a place to stay for the night, you're welcome to come home with me. Though I'll caution that room and board come with a bit of housework. How do you feel about dusting, I wonder? The woman who offered me her guest-house has astonishingly little time to clean.
[ He laughs with a gentle slope of his shoulders, wondering at what sort of life his new landlord must lead. A politician, perhaps? She'd seemed genuinely concerned with the welfare of those who'd awoken in the port, and had taken it upon herself to do what she could to assist them. Ah, he'd certainly have to ask when he met with her again! ]
Though... you do seem like the kind to prefer battling creepy-crawlies to household chores. [ A grin. ] Or am I wrong?
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.. yeah, juuchan is a really weird guy.
to cover his momentary lapse, he gives him a sly sideways glance, a smirk crawling onto his lips at the offer. ] Maaaah, Juuchan, you can just come out and say it if you wanna' fuck me. I probably wouldn't charge you, either. You know, since you're cute and all. [ he lets that hang in the air for a few moments, then laughs again, slender arm tightening briefly around the other man in a teasing squeeze. ] You're right, though, Anri doesn't do a lot of cleaning.
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[ Glancing down, he peers at that crown of golden hair, the arm which is still about his hip, and sighs. What a strange boy, Anri is—so small, yet his presence towers above his height. ]
And, for what it may be worth, I don't do a lot of cleaning either. I prefer battling the monsters, as well.
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he walks his fingers up the older man's spine, then trails them back down, teasing and distracting, smiling even as sharp green eyes scan their surroundings for threats. ]
Oh yeah? You must be a tough guy back home, then. [ he tilts his chin, glancing briefly up at him, curious and piercing for a moment before it fades into his default playfulness. ] You a policeman? You usually carry a weapon, right?
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[ And it is not the only thing which has gone from him, vanished without a trace. Though this, of course, he doesn't say. Because he, too, is used to being the strong one—he is the Captain of the Thirteenth, and the emblem of his Division signifies hope, even in the darkest of places. He'll worry, of course, and he'll try to discern for himself what machinations might have displaced so many from their homes, but on his own, and not before he's taken to looking after his new-found comrades and friends. ]
And I told you I was tough! It's no fault of mine that you chose not to believe me. [ A scoff. He'd glimpsed that look, of course, the stare of appraisal which Anri had leveled him with even as the very tips of the boy's fingers smoothed over the lean lines of his back, traversing his spine. ]
Now tell me, if you can take care of yourself, where will you be staying the night?
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he huffs dramatically, planting his free hand on his hip. ] Juuchan can't blame me for being a little bit skeptical, when you look like you need a bed, some medicine, and a whole lotta' sleep.
[ pointedly ignoring the question about where he'll be staying the night--in someone else's bed, perhaps, or on the roof of a building, or an abandoned one, or any number of options--he hums out a thoughtful, curious noise. ] 'Not quite' a policeman. Veeery mysterious, Juuchan. What do you do, then?
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[ But ah! What does he do, indeed. I serve in the military, he could have said, and it'd not have been a lie—an omission of the full truth, certainly, but not an outright falsehood. Never a lie. So he doesn't quite know what it is that possesses when he stops dead in his tracks, stilling for a moment before he leans down to search out Anri's green eyes with his own, the long fall of his hair cascading down, over his shoulders, to form a curtain around them. ]
I reap the souls of the dead.
[ The words are said with the utmost gravity, bearing no lilt of voice, no playful hint of jest, and they are either the absolute truth (the word of god) or...
Ukitake's crazy, perfectly mad—it's up to Anri to decide. ]
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and if he's not lying and he's not mad, then.. well, what's left? it has to be the truth, then, doesn't it. ]
.. Huh. [ he presses close again, reaching up with the hand not still curled around the other man, pushing his hair back behind an ear. he leans up, then, lips catching juushirou's in a firm, coaxing kiss. before the other man has a chance to react one way or another, though, he's dropping back onto his heels again, tongue darting out to swipe over his mouth. ] I always wondered what it would be like to kiss Death. You taste sweet.
[ he grins, shameless, reaching up to tweak the other man's chin before shifting to start them moving again. ]
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A hand, pushing back the curtain of his hair, and the slow warmth of a kiss which he'd neither the the time to recoil from, nor return, before Anri had pulled away.
Ukitake flusters, much too easily perhaps, trailing behind Anri as a fierce shade of red colors his face. He hasn't had a kiss stolen from him in quite some time, and never has the culprit been a human, a boy who isn't a fraction of his age, and yet... He cannot find it in himself to be offended, to be truly mad, because Anri believes him. Believes in him, and that is far more than he could have possibly ever asked. ]
Sweet.
[ —he echoes with a shake of his head. Really, what is Anri thinking? What is he thinking, for that matter? ]
I was right, you are perfectly ridiculous, just like my friend. [ He sighs, touching the very tips of his fingers to his lips, wondering still at the feel of the kiss. ] Which begs the question: how could we have wound up in the same place? We're... not corporeal, on any given day. To be taken from our realm is one thing, to be given a shape is another.
[ Though he glances to Anri, his gaze is distant, somehow faraway. ]
And to find that so many others have been uprooted from their homes is a crime. There is some dark manner of magic afoot here, and it doesn't settle well with me.