TEST DRIVE MEME: JUNE

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TDM: JUNE

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.

Comments

alice | tales of symphonia: dawn of the new world

[conceivesfrenzy]

a. | bavan

What are you, blind?

[ There's a very annoyed arachne standing over a local that's been somehow pushed to the ground. Pamphlets are clenched together in her fist, shaking it as she looks down on the person in question. The poor person just looks like they were trying to be helpful and get out the usual literature, but they made the unfortunate choice to approach Alice. Not when she's already annoyed as it is. ]

I understand that I look cute and helpless, but do I look like I need these? [ When the human doesn't reply, she steps forward, one of her legs stepping on their chest, pressing hard. ] Do I?

[ Any longer, and they're not gonna have much of a chest left, probably. ]

b. | dyster

[ It's been awhile since she's been here. She's almost forgotten about the creepy atmosphere that's going on here, it gives her the willies. But game respects game; the Fog God's got an aesthetic going on, and she's committed to it. Alice can't help but respect that, she guesses.

She purses her lips upon seeing the group of followers dancing around the bonfires. ]

We're not expected to join in, right? Because I'll quit right now if I'm expected to do that.

c. | wildcard

[ As always, if you wanna do something different, feel free! Or hit me up if you wanna bounce an idea off me. o7 ]

b; what if i tagged you again... but it's your OTHER prompt this time

[yellecaster]

I hope not. Not exactly my idea of a good time, especially not in heels.

[Heels are always a good excuse, right? Possibly even moreso when they're literal spikes like hers are?]

... Any idea what this is all about? I've been watchin' for a few minutes and I haven't gleaned a thing.

Marnie | Pokemon

[yellecaster]

[one]

[It's not hard to find the newbies whenever they wash up on the shores of Vandare. They tend to wander around, run into monster hunters, end up needing help, and asking whoever they can for it. They stand out like a sore thumb!

But not Marnie.
If she ends up found, it's more than an hour after the others have managed to wander into the city proper... she's hunkered herself down, hiding under a ledge of rocks at the edge of the water like she's been scared into running under them.
Whatever monster has the luck of finding her just succeeds in scaring her further, as well - she gets one look at your character and just sidles herself back further into the shadows there.

Of course, with the way her face seems to work, she doesn't look the least bit scared - or sound it, either.]

I'm not wantin' any trouble... you can just move on, yeah? I'm just waitin' for help.

[two]

[After a day of mulling around and figuring out her footing, Marnie's taken to the streets to really just see everything. Of course, she's overloaded with treats from locals to gain her good graces... it's left her struggling a bit, trying to carry everything until she can find a place to dump it all.
Like a person's arms, perhaps!

Monster or human, whoever you are, you're getting an armful of cookies and pieces of bread and - of course - one or two of the useless pamphlets to go with it. She sounds exhausted... even if her face doesn't show it.]

Here - I know it's a bit odd, but take this off my hands, will you? I don't know where they're gettin' the idea I can eat all this rubbish, but just the thought is nauseatin'.

[She's such a small girl - no taller than four-foot-ten, and scrawny to boot - so since she hasn't heard much about the changes, well... she honestly can't imagine why they're pawning all these treats off on her.]

[three]

[The scene in Dyster is... a strange one. Fog swirls around the ground, a bonfire's lit in the middle of a plaza, and the cult-like followers dance around the flames for what seems like far too long.
And that's about where Marnie's found herself, though she's keeping herself tucked away from the festivities - instead, she's hidden a bit between a couple of buildings, watching it all from a distance with just the most minute amount of uncertainty in her unwaveringly empty expression.

It's when she sees a monster wander by - someone who isn't one of the strangely brainwashed masses dancing by the fire - that she waves for them to come over to her hiding place, her face as stern and blank as ever.]

I can't make heads or tails of all this... d'you live here? Can you tell me what all this is about?
I just wandered here by accident, through some sort of door; I've been stuck here for a little while now...

[ooc: As always, wildcarding the above prompts or throwing me one of your own are both fair game!]

@ beetch since we started this thread literally last night

[yellecaster]

[Honestly?

It's a little bold of Bede to assume he's not going to end up with a face full of pastry for trying to lunge at her like that.
He may have grown up on the streets, but she grew up in Spikemuth - the very definition of rough.

But at least she has the decency to stumble back a bit after that, looking about as shocked as she can manage.

And after a moment, she even fumbles for her pocket to pull out a napkin for him.]

Sorry... you startled me. Can't believe you'd go at me instead of just bitin' the bullet and sayin' please, of all things...

[ooc: continuing from here]

madoka kaname | puella magi madoka magica | reapp

[selfbegot]

one

[ madoka kaname has sand in her mouth. she has salt water in her scrapes. she feels nervous and unsteady for the first time in literal years. and she is furious.

well. she wants to be, at least. the truth of the matter is, she's scared beyond belief: scared of what's changed, scared of how long she might have vanished, scared that sarah- that the fog herself has abandoned her. but being scared doesn't get things done, and even if it's been four years she still can't bring herself to grind out that last little speck of hope. maybe this time, things will be different. maybe some familiar faces are still here. maybe...

she sees someone - a newcomer, a monster arriving to help, anyone - and frantically waves. ]

Hello? Hello, it's- um, it's Madoka! Do you remember me...?

two - audio; un: whitepetals

[ the audio file is janky and garbled, her voice crackling with static. blame that on the laptop she found - an old laptop left behind on the second floor of hyacinth house, once the tomoe-kaname bakery. the place she lived. the place she worked.

yeah, it's going to take some time to adjust. ]

Hello? This is... Madoka. Madoka Kaname. [ a breath, slow and audible. ] I don't know... where everyone is. I can't tell how long it's been. The bakery isn't here anymore. Or, it is, but it's not- it's not the one Mami made. I can't... I can't find Dyster. I don't think She wants me anymore.

[ she's barely holding herself together, from the sounds of it. ]

I know there are a lot of new faces. I know that. And I don't want to take away from what resources we have to help them. But- [ -almost pleading- ] If you've been here a while, can you please just... talk to me? Let me know I'm not-

[ her voice wavers, and she falls silent before ending the feed. ]

three - arcade

[ this is wrong.

she knows she shouldn't be in here. she can't be in here. she's a priestess of the fog, right? the few people fighting to keep this place contained. a monster, through and through. and yet the door opens for her; when she walks in, no robots throw her out, no alarms are set. aside from the static, the hum of fluorescent lighting and cathode ray tubes, she is alone and safe.

footsteps. she darts back, falling onto all fours in an almost feral stance, and cries- ]

Stay back!

THREEEEEEEEEE

[peccatore]

[It's a little unusual. He can't say for certain that everyone who walks in here knows what they're walking into, but terror is not a common response. How does that happen? Marco is already preparing his polite smile, his best explanation, the most measured, neutral speech he can muster--

But of course, those are all thoughts that run through his mind in the fraction of a second that it takes him to recognise who he's seeing. Not only a ghost, but one that's in the wrong place entirely.]

... Madoka?

[He still looks much the same; he wears his hair longer now (it's in a ponytail today), and there are two rings dangling from the necklace he's wearing. Perhaps there is a new wrinkle or two, as well, but it's not the most obvious change in his face.

Which is strange to say, because the most obvious change is strangely hard to put a finger on. It's something in his eyes - less frightened, more tired? Something close to that.]

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe

[riptidequeen]

Life's a Beach
Pain, now that is something Lapis is somewhat used to feeling but this pain? Was different, as she finds herself awake on a strange beach and for the moment it seems that she's alone too. The first thing she does is look herself over, and she frowns at the cuts and scrapes on her form.

"That's not right," she mutters to herself. It's not like Gems can be hurt in that way, and the thought gnaws at her as she starts to get up but is greeted by well... Nothing, or perhaps a monster at the moment she's on guard as she tries to get her bearings. Because this certainly isn't Beach City.

Pamphlets
The dead-eyed look she's giving the people who are being overly nice to her, a complete stranger, wouldn't be missed by anyone who spots Lapis amid the tiny crowd of people that had decided to swarm her. One thing she's at least holding is one of many pamphlets that had been handed to her, which she would be trying to read but another local was pestering her and just.

"No, I'm fine, thank you," her voice is tense, she doesn't want to be bothered she wants to know what the heck is going on right now.

Wildcard
((Want a different prompt, or have an idea of your own? This prompt is for you!))

[icecreamchampion]

"Excuse me, the young lady has received more than enough of your attention."

The voice comes from a tall, blonde woman making her presence known, getting between Lapis and the people accosting her. A firm glare causes them to get the message, and they begin to back off.

Cynthia turns to Lapis, and nods. "There. I trust they'll leave you alone now, miss."

i.

[hantale]

[ Sand... Course and rough. There will be no sister flirting here.

It's hard to see in the fog, though the dim light of Vandare's lighthouse continues spinning in the distance, the smell of smoke hangs in the air while the light crack of rudimentary gunfire can be heard. He's safe for now.

Though eventually, someone finds him on the beach. Large wings beat down, scattering some of the fog nearby as Fran lands beside him, a gentle, slightly worried look on their face. ]

I heard you shouting... [ Their voice is soft, gentle. ] Are you alright?

Seven | Scissor Seven

[amnesihack]

arrival (nice.)

<sub>[ All of this is somewhat familiar to him.. the feeling of sea salt and sand. For a moment, he's concerned that maybe he's lost his memory again, but no, that's stupid, cause he actually remembers this time. What does he remember? His hand shifts, fingers pressing in between his brows, lying there, vacantly looking up at the sky as he slowly goes over his day as if nothing was a miss. Jianbing was picked up on his way to work, not concerned that he was running late. There was a slow day at work, hardly any clients, so he also left early. A long, scooter ride along the island to try and clear his mind which was arguably absent most of the time and then.. and then..

What do I remember?

Sitting up hastily, Seven looks across the vast, unrecognizable ocean. ]</sub>

Aiyah! I knew I shouldn't have trusted that food stand..!!

_{[ That is the conclusion he comes to. What does he do? He just lies back down on the sand. ]}

arrival (not-so-nice.)

<sub>[ Lying down in the sand can only do, well, not so much. It doesn't take long for someone with a gun to start, well, chasing him and firing at him. Despite his half-assed martial arts training, the lack of qi controlled shears, shape shifting smoke bomb tricks and chicken-escape-pigeon make it difficult for him to really justify fighting back.

So, he's running. And screaming. And he passes another person washed up on shore, unconscious. Any good person would pick them up and save them right? Right.

Right. He slowly steps backwards back to the unconscious person... and..

Whoever you are, you might wake up with a 5'8" quasi-assassin carrying you on his back. ]</sub>

no business like your business.

<sub>[ First thing is first when arriving somewhere new is to establish a business! That was his thought process, anyway. It's been a couple of weeks since he's gotten here. It's a small barber parlor and doesn't look trustworthy whatsoever. I mean, there's a sign that has some services listed:

SHAMPOO 2
HAIRCUT 5
COLOR 15
ASSASSIN REQUEST 100 PER SOUL
BEARD TRIM 2
SHAVE 5.

Uh. Something here is really strange. ]</sub>

Hiiii.

_{[ Oh god. The stylist is even sketchier looking and he's twirling a pair of shears around his finger. ]}

Can I help you?

goblin in a hole.

_{[ Here you have a goblin that has burrowed a rather impressive hole in your general area. Anytime anyone comes near he quickly SHUSHES. ]}

I'm not here! The sunlight can't find me..!

_{[ And waves his hands around.. like.. trying to conceal his existence altogether. ]}

goblin in a hole;

[zutsuki]

[This is simultaneously very familiar and entirely unfamiliar, for a whole host of reasons. Even as a Gargoyle, Tanjiro is relatively small, but his wingspan makes him look a lot bigger than he is, so it's possibly still a little alarming when a grey dragon-looking kid lumbers up still carefully in the shade and lays on his stomach near Seven's burrow.]

You might wanna dig a little deeper and to the side, so you can hide as the sun moves throughout the day if you want to stay there. This is a pretty shaded area, though, so you might be okay.

Deon Wilson | Chappie

[craftlife]

1. The Next Place...?

The first thing Deon thinks is that the transfer failed in some spectacularly bizarre way. Scouts don't cough and sputter. Scouts don't have lungs or tastebuds to taste the saltwater or mouths to feel the grit of the sand on their tongues and teeth. He's not a Scout. He's still a human. Somehow. And there's no pain in his gut. He doesn't feel weak from blood loss.

Am I...dead?

This isn't what he'd expected from an afterlife. He hadn't thought about an afterlife at all. And the scent of gunpowder on the wind and the distant sound of gunfire as he struggled to his feet seemed to belie the idea of a good afterlife.

He ineffectually tries to clean the water droplets and sand off of his glasses. "What happened?" he croaks, mostly because he wants to hear something that isn't like what had just happened an hour ago.

2. Arcade Fire

The Fourth God. He's heard about this being, and finally decided to seek it out. The arcade is certainly different from the rest of the town, and it's free of the Fog God's influence that has made the hair on the back of his neck stand up since he'd gotten here. The robots at least are comforting, to a degree. He likes robots. He understands robots. They make sense to him.

"Hello?" he calls, wondering if anyone else is here among the pinball machines.

3. The wildest of cards!

2

[missingache]

The arcade being a safe zone is good in Roxas' opinion. Having been warned about the Fog God, he's not too much of a fan. The robots are a little weird. Cute in a way, but weird. No. Ignore the robots, they aren't important, being safe is.

A voice calling 'hello' catches his attention and he stands up from his hiding place to look around. "Hello!" A moment later he adds: "Are you with the Fog God?"

Eleanor Hume | Tales of Berseria

[exorciseddiscretion]

A. pls don't shoot

[Eleanor... well, she wasn't sure where she was. She'd been all over the world thanks to her travels with both the Abbey and Aifread's crew, but this beach wasn't familiar in the slightest. She frowns, her brows knitting together in concern, before pulling herself up. If she could find civilization...

Her travel is shortlived, though, when she's met with a man leveling a gun at her chest. Not an unusual turn of events, considering her life, but still a worrying one. Especially when her spear was nowhere to be found.

Thankfully, Eleanor is good at mediation. Or at least, she hopes her skills in it will help her now.]

H-Hey—[She stumbles for a moment.]—There's no need for that, is there? We could just talk. I'm not here to cause any harm.

You're not causing harm yet monster—

Monster!? Sir, I assure you, if you'd just let me speak with you calmly—

[She might need some help.]

B. dyster

[Eleanor doesn't quite know where she is, but the fervent atmosphere is enough to set her on edge. Fervent rarely means good, especially in her experience thus far with the Abbey, and how it took her some time to break free of how it made her think. She frowns, taking cautious steps around. She's trying to find some kind of exit, since being here sends an unpleasant chill up her spine. She's trying to not be noticed, but there's only so much one can do to not be noticable when not engaging in whatever's going on around her.

If she finds someone else who seems out of place, she'll... cautiously approach them.]

Do you... know where we are?

;))))))))))))) (b)

[pimpplan]

[ This place gave Zelos the willies. That's the easiest way to describe it. Aside from the various bonfires, the stillness felt like it could make anyone uncomfortable.

So much so that he happens to jump when Eleanor talks to him, whirling around as he does. She's not one of the crazy people around here (he hopes), so he more or less calms down instantly. ]

Well, I'd say it's a wild weekend bender, if the partying going on wasn't so... creepy.

[ He grimaces, nodding to one of the bonfires. ] At least some people are excited to be here, I guess.

Peter Martin | OC

[joblin]

One: The people with guns are concerning, yes. However none of them seem to be pointing the guns at him right now, so Peter is more concerned about his hands. He's staring at them and hyperventilating.

"I didn't do it. Really."

Two
[CW: drinking.]

He grabs all the pamphlets he can find: finally, some explanation. Except these things explain nothing at all.

He needs to go home, he needs to find shelter and food and people who are not immediately threatening, but he'll settle for searching for an open-air pub that might have some half-finished drinks outside for the taking. Swiping someone's drink can't be any worse than being stuck here in the first place, right? It's not like he's even doing the thieving with his real face.

Three

It's a party (kind of?). Obviously he shouldn't be here, hanging out with strange cultists, but he's always been a sucker for a wild party. Somebody here might have answers or libations. With that in mind, he mingles with the crowd, occasionally starting up conversations.

"You new here too?"

Four

[Body horror]

Drinking coffee is hard when your teeth are starting to show through your cheeks. Especially when those teeth seem to come from all different species. Some of them are horse teeth.

In the coffee house, Peter sighs as yet another cup stops steaming as soon as it touches his lips. He lowers his cup and plops his head down on the table hard enough to rattle the dishes.

Two!

[hantale]

Ah! Hey!

[ The soft voice of Fran calling out a moment later, just on the way back from some the bar with a tray of fries and Newf beside them, just in time to catch him about to grab the drink. ]

That's mine! Wait!

[ He could probably dash for it, but Fran has wings and a deep frown on their lips. Not angry, just disappointed. ]

Giyu Tomioka | Kimetsu No Yaiba

[hashira]

a;

[ There's certain expectations in his life. Waking up in the middle of the night at a beach is not one of them. Certainly not finding his clothes aren't dry or that his hair is waterlogged. He sits up already knowing there's someone nearby. He pays them no mind at first. There's whispers of calling someone, getting armed... and that there's another one.

He doesn't wait for them get weapons or try to attack him. He really just wants to return where he came from. Maybe that's why he ends up walking off... ]

b;

[ Being suddenly approached by a gaggle of strangers is not how he envisioned his evening ; the offers of food and shelter don't go unnoticed but they're unnecessary. He had a home, he could provide for himself. He does his best to maintain a healthy distance between himself and these very odd people. While he has his own questions he doesn't attempt to voice his inquiries over their chatter. Aside from their earlier offers they are handing things to him that he only takes because at this point he's allowed them to get closed to force the items upon him.

Giyu receives a wide variety of pamphlets, enough that he's holding a teetering stack in his arms. It's a bit too much. Surely they don't expect him to stay here and quietly peruse through these? But there's expectations upon their faces. There's also the more hostile looking of the bunch on the fringes of the group that gathered around him. While he doesn't doubt he can keep himself safe, there is no wish from his part to fight these odd but otherwise perfectly normal people. So he does what he thinks is for the best. ]

I'm leaving.

[ It isn't a lie. He does have somewhere to go but with the way he rushes past the crowd, it might come off as him rudely declining their help. When he does get away from them he realizes he still has the pamphlets which he isn't sure what to do with so he'll try handing them off to the next person here sees. ]

c;

[ got something else in mind? just throw out here ]

b

[pignacious]

[There's a rustling in an alley near where Giyu comes to a stop. Several trash bags part and a boar-masked face emerges from a pile of garbage.]

Hey.

[He's seen this guy before. It takes a second for it to sink in just where and he's less than happy about it when it does.]

You're that guy.

[He knows how Tanjiro would want him to handle this, but Tanjiro also doesn't like him eating out of trash cans, so that gives him permission to ignore his opinions right now.]

Roll - Mega Man Mega/Gigamix

[rolltuition]

Beach Bot
[Sand, boy that was unexpected. Especially since Roll had gone to sleep in her bed like normal, so waking up on a beach has her slightly panicked.

Enough that well, it's a moment or two before she notices the local with a gun. The squeak she makes would be hilarious if the scene wasn't kind of messed up, the blonde preteen raising her hands in a gesture of surrender.]

I think you, I, um... This might be a mistake?

Can't Stop the Bot
[While everyone was very nice, the offers of food were politely declined (she's a robot she doesn't eat people food), and she kept insisting that she just wanted to get home.]

My family is probably very worried about me... [She said, before absently looking over some of the papers she had been handed. Her expression as she processes some of this is one of disbelief.]

Um, this... This is a joke, right?

Sorry I gotta Roll
[Sure sure, whatever you say the weird voice in her head. It's not the first time she's had weird... Dreams, dreams is probably the best term for the old-style arcade she found herself in. The robots were certainly something else, as Roll wanders around wondering if she's alone since none of the other machines seem to be paying any attention to her.]

Hello, is there any humans here? Or robots who might actually talk to me...

gotta roll

[earrdrums]

How 'bout a mix of both?

[The voice answering Roll is very obviously artificial - it sounds like someone took clips of this girl's voice and ran it through a music program, each syllable played at different, random notes.
She's a simulacrum, the Fog God's best attempt at making humans into robots. Though at this point, the Fourth God's had a hand in her machinery, too.

... And she's just been hidden behind a row of cabinets this whole time, doing her best at one of the old-timey drum-based rhythm games.]

What do you need? There are books over by the basketball cabinets if you're just here to ask about the monster thing.

Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts

[darkcharge]

( One )

[ The thing about fading away is that one expects to actually fade away. This doesn't mean that one should wake up coughing and hacking up a combination of sand and water. One's throat shouldn't be sticking together as a result and feel the desperate need to fill lungs with air. None of this should be happening to Vanitas. Yet it is and once he has a moment to process it, he'll be rather enraged.

This is not how this is supposed to play out. His mask is still cracked and half shattered from his encounter from what feels like moments ago. It exposes him in a way that he's not comfortable with at all. Yet when he looks up? Vanitas is staring down the barrel of a shotgun. ]

Get that thing out of my face.

[ His voice is raw, but as if Vanitas is going to be intimidated by a native of all things. ]


( Two )

Get out of my face!

[ Okay then. Someone does not appreciate the fact that all of these locals are up in his business. The pamphlets and the food? Vanitas doesn't want their help. He snarls at them and a couple actually do gasp and take a few steps back. There's really no getting on his good side. Yet their reaction makes him laugh all the same. ]

What? Don't tell me you're already scared? Then again there's not a lot a bunch of cowardly weaklings like you could do to me anyway. I don't even have to have changes!

[ Is he going to keep taunting the local populace? Oh, probably. ]


( Four: Manticore )

[ He had gotten the message: no one really knows what they're to become until the changes start to happen. That is an irritation to Vanitas, who'd like to be better prepared for what is to come. However the changes do come and they aren't pleasant. Yet pain is an old friend of his... So when he has claws Vanitas doesn't think twice. They look deadly enough. It's sufficient.

The change that he can't get over right now? A set of black furry ears on his head. And this time? There's no helmet to hide it. ]


( Wildcard )

[ idk hit me with whatever and I'll roll? ]

two

[shotlocking]

[ It's really kind of a miracle that they haven't met prior to this. ... To be fair, this is all absolutely horrible. To end up in a world only to have some awful fate looming over them... no one would want that.

It's entirely too reminiscent of things Aqua would rather not remember. But that voice--it raises her hackles, makes her feel cold and unsteady. She's not scared, but Vanitas... he has a lot of unpleasant memories associated with him. She stands her ground all the same, and approaches. ]

Picking fights with innocent people? They're only trying to help.

Josuke Higashikata | JJBA

[chchcherrycola]

◆ ONE ◆
[Fwoosh. Fwoosh. That's the sound of the ocean. That's how Josuke's mind interprets it, anyway. Fwoosh. He wonders, silently, if he left the TV on, and then when he feels his wet clothes he wonders, grumpily, if he's slept too late and his mom apparently finally had it and dumped some water on him to wake him up...

And that's when the fwoosh noises he's making result in him taking a big gulp of a mouthful of sand, and suddenly, he's choking. COUGH COUGH HACK HACK...and that was how this 23-year old idiot of a man ended up spewing sand out on the beach, then frantically scraping at his tongue again.] Jeez--that was. That was worse than I thought it'd be. Wait. Where am I?

[And that's about when he sees a guy pointing a gun at his face. He looks at him as the guy stares at him. He blinks. And then he raises a hand in greeting.] Uh. Hi. Before you use that, consider not using it. And also, could you maybe tell me where I am? Like, y'know. Do a guy a personal. Do me, personally, a personal. Please. [The guy cocks his gun.]

Ooooor we could do this the hard way. Okay. Have it your way!

[The fact that when he rises to his feet, rolling up his waterlogged sleeves, he is towering over the man sends the guy shaking a bit. And that's when he leans down...]

This is the part where you run away.

[He says, and then leans back.] CRAZY DIAMOND! [...Nothing happens.] Uh. CRAZY DIAMOND! [Again, nothing happens. The guy holding the gun readies it again, but that's when Josuke suckerpunches him, sending the poor idiot crashing to the ground. He briefly raises one hand in victory like he's won a boxing match and then settles for trying to smooth out his poor pomp with his hands. His poor, poor pomp.]

That's sssss...so weird, why isn't it working? [Where'd his stand go?]

◆ TWO ◆

[None of the news he's gotten thus far is good. He supposes there's no polite way to tell someone that they're going to be turned into a monster, but he would've liked one. Maybe some kind of therapy room. A little pamphlet. Some of that relaxing music they play at doctor's offices that sound like stuff you've maybe heard on the radio but not quite, because you'd know if it were radio music. At least you're pretty sure you'd know.

Okay, so his mind was getting lost in a metaphor there. Whatever. Same dif. He stared at the pile of books in his hands, feeling like he's studying for some kind of Extreme Monster Exam. Which sucks! A lot!]

....

[And that's when he sees someone staring at him. He stares back. They look away. Yeah, alright, pal. He makes a small 'mehmehmehmeh' high-pitched noise with his voice, then snorts. He takes a seat at the first bench he can find, and then peers inside the first book. Apparently the people who owned this previously gave commentary. His lips quirk up into a grin. Okay, well, at least this might be entertaining. And then the guy stares at him again.

And then he comments on his hair. At least, he's pretty sure he does. Guy's a mumbler, but he heard 'freak', and 'hair', and no. N-O. Not happening.

He promptly tosses a book at his head.]

Didn't your mom teach you it's impolite to stare, jerkface?! AND IF YOU MADE ANY REMARK ABOUT MY HAIR, SAY IT TO MY FACE!

[He calls out. The guy growls as the book makes impact, and Josuke snickers. Three points, perfect shot. No more bugging him--until he feels the book crash into the back of his head in turn.] OW--oh, you wanna make something of this, pal!? C'mon! I will make hitting the books LITERAL!

◆ THREE - WILDCARD ◆

[Got any other ideas? Message me here or on plurk at osomatsuniisan]

One

[pacetua]

[Honestly, not a lot of people washed up on the beach like this. Peace is a small lady. Yes, sure, there are black and white opals extending from her shoulders, and yes, there are six smaller ones crowning her head, and sure, she's got two sets of eyes... But she's still a lady.

Dressed in a halter-dress with detached sleeves, she doesn't look like she's especially ready for a walk down the humid, gross wetness that is the seashore. But she does see the man that just knocked out a human.

Or the... human... who just knocked out a human.]


If you're asking why talking to these people isn't working, it's because they're afraid of you.

[For his sake, she's not going to remark on Josuke shouting "crazy diamond" over and over.]

felix hugo fraldarius | fire emblem: three houses

[fwaldawius]

( note: felix is post-ts, right after a certain event of the azure moon route. )

---

I.) life is a beach

( wherever he is? it's not fódlan. that, he's sure of. felix is positive that he's never been anywhere quite this dreary in a long, long time... and it's smothering. waking in a prone position, back in the sand and eyes up toward an unusually cloudy sky, it took him a few moments to collect his thoughts and to swallow down the panic that threatened to overwhelm him.

being left alone, he found no comfort in trying to look for anyone he might know.

but it's when he spots moving figures in the distance, that he becomes comfortable again: armed with a piece of driftwood, felix hopes that his wet clothes don't betray him as he comes up behind someone or something he doesn't recognize.

perhaps it's you, a person who is either new or old to this world? or a man armed with a shotgun with his back turned the wrong way, and you're watching this? either way, felix doesn't hesitate: he will take his impromptu weapon and use it accordingly.

shame it's probably as effective as a wet noodle but he's trying. )


II.) reading is for nerds

( the bribery does nothing for him. someone opportunistic might be able to take advantage of that, because he brushes past the offers--- except the ones pertaining to information. the pamphlets are interesting, as if some have been around for a long time. felix glosses over them, clicking his tongue with every annoying tidbit that seems incredulous. )

Eating... humans. Drowning humans. Devouring their souls.

( this seems stupid. he hates it? the changes, however, quiets him. he doesn't grumble as much as he keeps his face hidden, buried in the text of a brochure. )

Fog. ( he keeps talking to himself, shaking his head. ) Not looking forward to this...


III.) life is beach (redux)

( time has passed. the fog has come and gone, and left felix with changes he's... unsure about. but what he does know and has become accustomed to, is the fact that his legs are no longer legs when he touches water. patches of scales have made themselves known. rain has become a huge convenience and inconvenience, and thirst has become a constant issue. finally, gills... god. they're sensitive, almost painfully so.

but the always humid weather of the beach is what has him returning weekly, and sometimes every other day. he can easily train here, having set up a dummy for him to keep his skill up: it's already been nicked, notched, and clipped by his sword.

he doesn't expect anyone to approach. he's that focused on burying the tip into the wood. but felix finds exhaustion settling in and this is why he eventually settles down and sits himself back on the sand, letting the water rush up to his legs. they stop being legs after some time.

hard to train when your lower half is just a long tail. at least he'll have some time to brush out his hair and put it back up... )


IV.) wildcard

( idk just throw something at me and i'll roll with it. )

II - feeeeeliiiixxx omg good pick

[chchcherrycola]

[The bribery, in contrast, has worked perfectly well with this young man, and he has made several promises he can't intend to keep. Is he smug about it? You bet. But he's eating what he's pretty sure is some kind of meat on a stick when he sees this incredibly serious-looking dude reading pamphlets.

And he's talking about eating people, and wow, that just sounds like a big barrel of fun!]

...Hey, so. Hi. Should I be picking up one of these too? From your, uh, morbid mumbling, kiiiiinda scared to find out too much, y'know?

[Honestly, by the sound of the voice, Felix could easily mistake it for a certain noble-obsessed schoolmate of his if he were so inclined.]

alice liddell » american mcgee's

[shrinksense]

ONE. "will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail

( This isn't home.

Unceremoniously pushed to shore in the tumbling of a wave comes Alice Liddell, soaking wet, hair clinging to her face and neck as she scrambles to her feet with a stumble or two along the way. A loud, deep breath follows as she struggles to reclaim air into her lungs and her eyes shining bright green under the moonlight, turn upwards to the sky. There are stars. No smoke, no floating masses of land or playing cards large enough to host an entire circle of people, but only stars and the unsettling, eerie noise of crickets somewhere in a distance.

The beach is unfamiliar. Alice has only seen the sea a couple of times and those days are far gone, so she is momentarily memerized by the scenery. Nonetheless it hits her that of all the things that oughtn't make sense, this one oughtn't to the most: moments earlier it was dusk and the sky of London had been replaced by a vast, lush scenery moving upwards as if part of Wonderland it had become and this is nothing like it.

Ah, Alice. We can't go home again. No surprise really. Only a very few find the way, and most of them don't recognize it when they do.

The Cheshire Cat's words echo in her ears and she looks around, half-expecting to locate him smiling by the rocks -- but to no avail. )

Blasted cat!

( A kick that proves to be fruitless only delivers a small veil of sand ahead of her and for the first time, Alice realises that she's shivering. The damned cat. The damned water. The damned cold. And her blade is missing, to boot! What is he playing at here? She turns on her heel, towards drier land.

To the local observer, she may seem strange indeed, raising her voice at nothing. But she's sure he's listening, somewhere. He always is. )

You best make yourself shown sooner rather than later. These places are not in our repertoire and the prank isn't appreciated. Cat!



THREE. choose your own adventure

( Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth.

The voice is a distant echo in Alice's mind, not quite the Cat's but someone else's that she can't quite place. Genderless, Formless. It evokes a feeling of dissonance from deep within her and it has grown stronger with each night,

It has been precisely three weeks and five days since Alice washed up on that cold beach and though Wonderland is but a memory she cannot yet tap into, Ryslig has proven to be so much more than she could have ever imagined: a land where creatures of myth and legend are real and she is destined to become one of them and to roam free. And while some are prone to chaos, others are more methodic, calculated.

Alice is not sure yet when she will change, but there is something else calling to her. Come to us is beckons and that is perhaps the reason the reason she has found herself travelling all this way...

There are two scenarios, of which you may choose one to meet her:

3.1: the fog god

Ahead of her, a dim light glows orange against the pale sky. Old buildings rise above the thick vegetation but everything is eerily silent. She has come a long way, following a Cheshire Cat that does not exist, a voice which calls to her in the loving manner of her late sister, until she has reached her destination.

The broken plate up ahead signals her destination: Dyster.

*

3.2: the fourth

The lights shine brighter than anything Alice has ever seen - neon someone had called it and she was mesmerized from the get-go. Though the noise from within sounds muffled from the outside, the Arcade seems to be bustling with light. If she squints, she can just make out the form of - no, it can't be. It isn't a real cat, just a stuffed rabbit. But oh did it lead her all the way here?

Perhaps you can convince her to come in. Perhaps that is what her destiny holds. )

Nagito Komaeda | Danganronpa

[luckytrash777]

One:

The gentle crashing of waves and the taste of salt on his tongue... It brought him back to Jabberwock Island. Maybe a normal person would've been scared at waking up in a strange place, battered and beaten with no recollection of how any of this happened. Maybe a normal person would've felt worried about the lights and the gunpowder stench that tickled at the back of his throat as he inhaled it.

Nagito was far from normal. Nagito, instead, deeply considered the circumstances. He felt oddly rested despite everything. Maybe that could be seen as good luck. Waking up injured... Definitely bad luck. Waking up in a place that felt so familiar was good luck. But, this place seemed pretty dangerous. Bad luck, huh? Guess that was the tail end of the cycle. That meant that he was up for some good luck! So, even as chaos seemingly descended around Nagito and he was abandoned to this fate, Nagito put a smile on his face, picked himself up off the beach, and strolled towards the first face he saw. "Excuse me, but I appear to be lost. Could you point me in the right direction?"

Two:

Nagito didn't know much about monsters. The people here seemed oddly obsessed with them, though. He wondered if monsters were like the Ultimates back home. Powerful, equally hated and adored... Incredible! Nagito didn't think that he was actually one of those monsters. After all, a lowly piece of trash like him could never hope to be on the same level as something like the Ultimates. All he could do was be a stepping stone for the hopes of these monsters.

He didn't know exactly where he was going in the town, but he never let that stop him before. He'd leave it to chance! It never led Nagito astray before. Even as he strode right towards a group with pitchforks. "Salutations, friends! I don't suppose you know where monsters are?" Nagito placed a hand on his chest as he closed his eyes. "I know it's a bit presumptuous of me to approach such creatures, but I simply must meet some." Nagito may or may not have been in a bout of bad luck. Hopefully someone came along to save him from his... decisions.

Three:

Flickering flames, writhing bodies, choruses of voices blending together... Hm, this was definitely not where he was before. Nagito rubbed his chin. Seek us out. That seemed important. A voice told him to seek someone out and then he found himself here. Stood to reason that this place had something to do with the voice. Nagito nodded gently to himself and walked off into the cult-like festivities, taking everything in stride.

Nagito eyed the ones dancing and deep in their praise. They... didn't seem helpful. Faith was for the weak and the talentless. He only barely held back a scowl at looking at the sheep. His eyes traced past them, searching coldly for someone that seemed reasonable among the fanatics.

One

[mememechronic]

The shoe was now very much on the other foot, it seemed.

Todomatsu wasn't one to wander too too much - but he'd decided to stroll down the beach, the beach where he'd woken up, and he found...a boy. A teenage boy with poofy white hair strolling towards him, and while the hair made him raise a brow for a second, the guy mostly seemed..confused? He seemed agreeable to the situation, though.

"Uh, yeah. You're lost like a bunch of other people are here. You're in a place called Rhyslig, and you're on an island. Not the mainland. The mainland is over, uh--" He motioned with his hand, off to the distance in the right. "That-ish way. I can take you, if you want, and try to answer questions."

Not that he'd done this before, but he'd gone through it on the opposite end...

ruth langmore — ozark

[monetize]

» ONE

[ Ruth wakes up gasping.

She's soaked through. There's saltwater in her hair and on her clothes and deep in the cuts scattered over her skin. More than the smell of gunpowder or the sound of gunfire, the hastily coughed-out mouthful of sand, or even the pain of stinging salt in her wounds, it's the water that terrifies her. She skitters upright, coughing and shuddering; the water dripping out of her hair and from the tip of her nose sending a hard chill down her spine despite the humidity of the air. She sucks in a breath and calls out, on pure instinct: ] Help! Someone fuckin' help!

» TWO

What's your fuckin' problem?

[ That old adage about being seen and not heard has never applied to Ruth, who isn't about to let a bunch of locals stare her down without saying something about it. Who the fuck do these people think they are, standing in silent judgement like a bunch of PTA bitch moms with their hair all layered and their botoxed lips curling in judgement? She's a million miles away from home — from Wyatt, Three, everything she's ever cared about — and in some fucked-up new world, surrounded by judgemental pieces of shit that don't even have the gall to tell her what the fuck she's doing wrong. The longer she stands here thinking, the easier it is to work herself up, and it's obvious: her hands are tight fists, her shoulders square with tension that runs through her whole body, until one of the locals makes a sound something like a tut and all that tension snaps, sharp and sudden, as she launches herself at the woman with a knee to the crotch (still hurts, regardless of what you've got down there) and a hard, closed-fist punch. She's not planning on letting up, either: either someone's going to have to pull her off, or they've got a brief flash of entertainment as Ruth just bodies this woman, knocking the both of them to the ground. ]

» THREE

[ i'm up for anything! hmu on plurk at crowders if you want anything else or just to shoot the shit! ]

dos equis, por favor

[chardismastic]

Okay.

[ They roll out in the Bavan streets along with the Fog — the well-wishers, the charity folks, and the judges as if they have any right to it. As if any of them have chosen this.

Rafe only has to elbow aside a few folks before the rest of them turn and see him and make space for him, none of them wanting to come in contact with blackened or peeling skin. A few steps put him right at the action and he doesn't hesitate before a necrotic hand darts in to snatch the scruff of her neck. The girl's slim, light, easy to yank back off the poor schmuck she's whaling on. ]

Enough of that, c'mon. You've made your point already.

Nathan Explosion | Metalocalypse

[thats_brutal]

Beach

Nathan rolls onto his hands and knees and vomits up a torrent of sea water and sand. Unfortunately for him, the movement also presses more sand through the torn legs of his jeans and into the scrapes and bites on his legs. Once he's done spewing, he wipes his mouth on his arm and screams. He throws back his arms and positively howls in pain.

But it's not an animalistic howl. It's just the scream of a man who is unaccustomed to things hurting his body. It's full of rage and confusion at the entire world for putting him in this situation.

Once he's done, he gets to his feet and glowers at anyone who might be in his immediate vicinity.

"You. Yeah. You. Douchebag. Where the fuck am I?"

Making friends

Nathan lumbers into town to look for... something. Anything. Fuck, how the hell is he supposed to know what to do? He's by himself and no one is there to take care of him and tell him when to eat and all that shit. This sucks!

His eyes slide over to stare blankly at someone trying to hand him a helpful pamphlet. He yanks it out of their hands and he stares at it for a moment before tossing it over his shoulder. "Pass." He takes two steps before someone else tries to hand him another one. He shoves past them, "Pass." Another asshole with another pamphlet. This time he grabs the man by the throat and lifts him up to look into his face as he growls. "I. Said. Pass." He moves to put the man down, but pauses and raises him back up again. "Where is the nearest bar. I need to get fucking wasted."

Before the man can answer, something pokes Nathan in the small of the back. He groans and turns his head to look. "What?!" A small mob has gathered with pitchforks to drive this newcomer out. "No, I won't fucking sign your dumbass stick. Ugh. Fans." He turns back to his captive, completely ignorant to the danger he's in.

Wildcard!
((Have any other ideas? Bring it on!))

Gosalyn Mallard | Darkwing Duck

[butdaaaaad]

Sandy Arrival

Gosalyn sat up, pressing one hand to the side of her head. "Whoa. What happened?" She'd been kidnapped plenty of times and woken up in strange places a few times, too. But this felt different. Though she couldn't quite put her finger on how, yet.

She pushed herself to her feet, her sneakers squishing into the sand. Her jersey hung a little longer than usual, brushing the tops of her knees. That was odd... had she been shrunk? Tough to tell without having anything she could compare herself to. "I have to investigate!" She narrowed her eyes, looking around for clues.

As she crept away from the water, on the look out for any suspicious characters, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. But she had to focus! If she was going to get out of this she couldn't lose her head. She heard a sound and whirled around, arms poised for attack... and she found herself facing down the barrel of a rather large gun. Her hands flew to her beak as she gasped... and she slapped herself in the face.

What?!

Her hands groped at her face and it was then that she realized something very terribly wrong.

Her beak was missing.

Ignoring the strange looking people with guns, she screamed.

Do you want to play a game?

She didn't hesitate to follow that voice. Partly because she didn't know any better. Mostly because she wanted something to do and needed some way to get to the bottom of this place!

So she was currently racing around the arcade with a hockey stick, trying to get one of the little robots to stop long enough for her to practice her slap-shot.

Arrival

[hadthehighground]

Someone else just happened to be in the area when he heard the scream. Hooves pounding against the dirt and sand, he raced to and onto the beach, quickly seeing that a local human was pointing a gun at a little girl?

It was a large deer that came onto the scene, bellowing out a roar to get the human’s attention. The fearful, wide-eyed man turned, just in time to get the barrel of his gun snagged by an antler and ripping from his hands. The weapon being tossed into the air and landing several feet away. Snorting, the stag then pawed the ground, his posture held in that of warning. Making it known that he was ready to fight if the human persisted in harming the child. Fortunately, the man was wise enough to back away, and than flee in terror.

Seto Kaiba | Yu-Gi-Oh! (Manga/DSOD)

[caesitium]

ONE
When he'd finally faded from Atem's afterlife, he'd not known exactly what might happen. He'd hoped to open his eyes to see the pod he'd used to travel in, or at least the wreckage of it depending upon what had actually happened to it upon his crossing over. There was also the slim chance he wouldn't open his eyes again for challenging the natural laws of physics, time and space.

He certain hadn't expected this.

Waking up soaking wet and caked in sand could have been possibly excused considering where his elevator had been built.

Waking up caked in sand and soaking wet with a complete stranger standing over him pointing what looked to be a shotgun at his face however...most definitely couldn't be.

"You have approximately five seconds to get that thing out of my face before I take it from you and shove it down your throat." He snarled at the man glaring down at him, not at all cowed by the show of hostility.

TWO
Hostile beach welcome aside, it would appear not everyone in this strange place was as prone to threaten him with violence right off the bat. Though after the first several people had dumped their reading material on him, or offered him room and board for the time being, the fawning attitudes and decided lack of the information he actually wanted began to grate on his nerves.

Yet the gracious crowd did little to hide the fact there were those who it would appear wouldn't mind shoving something sharp through his ribs if he allowed them the chance to do so.

Thus once he'd gotten good and sick of the apparent natives of whatever godforsaken place he was in, he growled at them to leave him alone for now and allow him to actually think on things before he gave them any answers to their offers. Not that he actually needed time to think over them all, but it did serve the purpose of getting them off him and off seeking to badger some other unfortunate sap in the area. Which meant he could actually investigate the pamphlets that had basically been forced into his hands when they'd first surrounded him.

WILDCARD
If you have a different idea you want to hit me up with, feel free to throw it at me.

(ooc: I will match your style if you'd prefer brackets as opposed to prose!)

Two

[ohmyscream]

Annie isn't at work today instead, she is out taking in the town. She had already heard from someone that there was someone new in town. Okay? Was she supposed to welcome them? Maybe she should just in case some of the natives try helping.

She keeps the small bag with some needed purchases she had made close to her side while she casually strolls around looking for whatever path the newest person to town may have taken.

Oh. Well, isn't he dramatic? Annie smiles to herself before she makes an effort at making her presence known. "Hey? You alright there?"

Oh. He is tall and prickly looking. She had better be careful as she is still mostly human. "I see the welcoming committee tried saying hello."

It's very much a no freaking duh based on the pamphlets in his hands. "Those aren't really accurate at all. Sorry about that."

Bruno Bucciarati | JJBA

[arrivedercibaby]

A

[Gunpowder. That's the first thing that creeps into his nostrils when he wakes up, apart from the feeling that the ground next to him is far more malleable than what he would expect from Rome. Because it's sand. His hand twitches, and then his eyes open, before he squints at the sudden burst of light to his eyes. He stands up, slowly, brushing himself off, before he sees a man pointing a rifle at him, and he raises a brow.]

Ah. Apologies, sir. I'm not quite sure where I am--

[The guy cocks his gun. Bruno looks at him, and he starts shaking. The capo sighs, and speaks to him far softer.]

Please, sir. Lower your rifle. Let's talk this out like gentlemen, alright? Surely you understand that.

[Perhaps there's a language barrier...? But at any rate, Bruno doesn't seem phased. He's survived worse. A man with a rifle is nothing, however confusing it may be.]

B

[These people are anxious. Beyond anxious, actually, and it's a bit troubling in the sense that he's taking a lot of information in at once, information he has to organize and prioritize. First of all, he's not going to be returning to Rome any time soon. Perhaps that's for the best, but a bit of guilt rings inside him for abandoning his men. They weren't safe there, they were far from it - but that priority is low, as there's apparently nothing he can do to help it, so he has to push that sin aside for now.

Second of all, he's in a place called Rhyslig, which he's never heard of in his life. The geography is confounding, but it's a place he can get a feel for well enough if he mentally charts it out, he imagines. Planning before anything else. That's how being a proper capo works - unless he's in a high-risk situation, and despite the anxiety of the citizens, he appears to be under no threat. In fact, they see him as the threat, as evidenced by the bribes he's had to turn down as politely as he can.

Third, which is perhaps the most important, is that he'll be gradually losing his humanity. He's heard words tossed around - 'fog god', 'transformation', 'monster' - but every time he hears 'monster', his brows harden a bit, his lips form into a straight line. These 'monsters' are hardly becoming of such, given that from what has been said, they're humans who haven't been given a choice. They can't help it. 'Monster' has a dehumanizing ring to it, but he's also picked onto the rub of the situation, which is that these transformed humans have no choice but to engage in quazi-cannibalism.

He rationalizes it as something to do with their digestive system, and wonders vaguely if they've tried alternatives, but supposes they have already. Otherwise, this would not be an issue. Shame, that. But he also tries to compartmentalize it - if he's to eat humans, it should never be an innocent life taken. He's not one to make judgment calls on people, but he mentally swears to himself that he'll never prey upon someone because they're sickly, or because they're elderly, or because they simply seem to be an 'easy target'.

He's going over his own new mental standards, looking at a book as he walks, before he nearly runs into someone. Oh. He clears his throat.]

Ah. Scusi, I was a bit...lost in my thoughts there.

C

[This town is haunting. It's rustic - not in a charming sense, but it's the sort of place where most people would have their hair put on end. Bruno remains unphased, but he does wave a bit of fog out of his face, his expression unchanging. People are dancing around a bonfire, singing songs, and so much as it seems happy it also seems ethereal. Unpleasant, in some regard. But he walks through the town, and only briefly pauses to contemplate himself over the flame.

Who is he, now? These people have made their own identities and are happier for it. He knows he must be a good man - perhaps a better man, but the circumstances are difficult. His gaze doesn't waver, but his thoughts do.

Who is he now? And who will he be?

His mind remains uncertain.]

D - WILD CARD

[Got any other ideas? Go wild.]

B. /Slams an Elf in Here

[wineflavoredroses]

[Rosefica is on the opposite end, she is not at risk for losing her humanity, as she was never human in the first place. (And therefore, better.) But, she was not paying attention herself as most people knew to get out of the way of the tall woman as she strutted down the sidewalk. She catches herself by placing her hand on his biceps to keep from falling backwards.

And, if she had, to pull him along with her. If she's going down, it is going to be everyone's problem, but mostly his.

Still, in an attempt to remain cheery, she does offer him an apologetic smile. She's a tall woman, at least to humans, but in her high heels she is several inches taller than Bruno. And her long ears are decorated with chained earrings.]

Oh, that's quite alright; I should also have been watching where I'm going.

[She lets go of his arm and smooths out her skirt.]

You certainly sound a fair bit stranger than some of the others here. And your manner of dress is also unique. Are you new here, perhaps?

Celestia Ludenberg | Danganronpa

[liesanddecadence]

[1: Re-Awakening]

[Despite her utter confusion at finding herself waking up in a daze on... a beach of all places, the Ultimate Gambler did not allow her bewilderment show on her face. This had to be one of Monokuma's games, didn't it?

Slowly, she got to her feet and dusted her tattered skirt down.]

...This simply cannot be real.

[But if it was a dream, she wouldn't feel pain, would she? And although the ocean breeze was cold, that burning smell felt a little too similar to the scent of the bonfire at that execution.

First task, get out of the open and find someone she knew. Weird as this situation was, she just had to adapt.]


[2: Treat Me Like A Queen]

[Celeste, honestly, thought that the pamphlets she was being given about people turning into monsters sounded like nonsense to her. However, she was perfectly happy to play along with the locals so long as they were giving her food and shelter. It was almost comforting, in fact, and she was very much enjoying being treated like the fearsome vampire queen of her dreams!

She's just giving the villager who'd brought her an offering of sweet treats a pleasant, but slightly dangerous smile.]

Ah, you are too kind. If you continue to present me such gifts, then perhaps I will show mercy on you.


[3: Wildcard!]

[ooc: Any other ideas you want to play with her, let me know!]

2;

[yellecaster]

Here.

[It's one more "offering", though this one isn't any food - this tiny punk girl is merely holding out an empty tote, an extra of the ones she's already filled and started to heft around herself.]

This is somethin' yer gonna want. They're startin' to hand out so much, carryin' it in your arms is just a bad plan.
Frankly, I'd rather they start handin' out stuff that's actually a little fillin'...

[Does that mean her own totes are full of junk? Unfortunately, yes. Yes it does.]

I'm just here for my wife

[icy_veins]

[The darkness fills with the sound of crashing waves, the song of seagulls, and Eridanus can feel the cold water lap at his feet. Is this Sel'enial? No, it couldn't be... the smell of the salty air was familiar, yet different. There was a strange feeling to the air... it felt, thick.

With a quiet groan, Eridan pulled himself up, and slowly blinked his eyes open. There was a bleariness to his vision that left him squinting, and he could vaguely make out the colors of sand and rock. The beach, maybe? He shifted to sit on his haunch and rub a sandy palm over his face. The taste of putrid salt and sand was settled in his mouth, yet he had a distinct feeling that he was lucky to be alive.

He continues to look around, and still his vision is blurry. Just what it going on? He rubs at his eyes, yet the blur does not fade... and wow, he's hurting all over! The salt that's settled into the gashes on his hands and legs are starting to register, and he winces at the stinging sensation.]

Wherever this is, it is not home... Thank the Light, Eucryphia is with Elyrithas...

[Eridanus pushes himself up to standing, staggers, then straightens himself. His tunic and boots are missing, leaving him in a mere ripped white dress shirt and trousers. Suddenly, gunfire sounds through the air! His long ears wince back, and he looks around for the aggressor. They're close...

Without a thought, Eridanus opens a fist to conjure fire and-- there's nothing. No reaction! He looks down at his empty hand, barely making out the lines of his palm with his vision as it were. No, he... he couldn't use his magic? Is that why the air felt so stiffling?

He turns his head back to the direction he'd heard the gunshot.]

I need to find shelter, near fresh water... inland, maybe.

[He begins to walk towards the blurry shadow of treeline; until whatever was happening with his eyes, he would have to go slow, and rely on his hearing more... Light above, where was he?!]

[joblin]

[someone else is lying flat on the sand, in an inconvenient place Eridan might risk tripping over.]

Get down you idiot!

[His voice is higher than normal with fear. Who knows, from what little he can see of Eridan maybe the guy's some kind of mercenary or invincible to bullets. Or, maybe the shooters are his friends. Still, he grabs for the guy's pant leg.]

They. Are. Shooting. Didn't you ever go to an active shooter drill?