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TEST DRIVE MEME: 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.
Bruno Bucciarati | JJBA
[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.]
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[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.
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[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
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?
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Do I? I can't imagine what the others here sound like very well - most everyone I've met is too anxious to give decent conversation...though, yes, perhaps my style is a bit more unique than those around me.
[Not commenting on how she sticks out fairly well either because he's a gentleman.]
I am. I just washed up onto the beach earlier. [He extends his hand.] Bruno Bucciarati. Pleased to meet you. If you have any less frenzied information, I'd appreciate it, seeing as I likely need all the knowledge I can get.
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[She looks down at his offered hand, and smiles politely. In her heart, she knows she is about to be a brat, but it doesn't show in her manners or her expression.] I'm sorry, my people don't shake hands.
[She curtsied gently instead.] Lady Rosefica Sungazer, it is a pleasure.
[He's a human, so it isn't, but at least he's a polite human.] I've not been here very long myself, but I am happy to assist you, if you would like.
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[Oh. Okay. He takes his hand back then.] Apologies - your people? [Still, he bows in return. That's a name that seems to imply she's from high standing. Should treat her with respect, not that he wouldn't anyway.]
You haven't? Well, definitely longer than me. I assume things get easier as they go along...I've been taking them all at their word, but I should reconfirm information. The basics being 'transformations', some manner of deity having to do with fog, and the touchy subject of cannibalism on technicalities apparently happening at some point. All of this is correct, yes?
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I've a companion here who is also from my home in Sel'enial. But we seem to be the only two here, sadly.
[She smiles at him.] And yes, those seem to be all the major points, though there is the other deity that is... Oh, what do they call him. The Fourth? Which would imply at least two others aside from the Fog God, but I've not heard of them. If you haven't seen them, there are a number of transformed humans around that they call monsters. But a fair few are pleasant enough to speak to.
As for the cannibalism, I cannot confirm or deny it, but it is upsetting to say the least.
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I'm sorry to hear that - I've seen none of my companions thus far, either. The entire situation is concerning in that regard.
[He has to mentally note this new information as well - the Fourth. He'd never considered himself a god-fearing man, but the presence of multiple deities is intriguing.] ...Multiples. I see. That means either harmony or a war, but neither could be pleasant considering the thus-presented facts. [He nods.] I've heard rumor of them. I was assuming there might be a community of some sort for the like, since I don't...well, I don't see my presence being accepted here any time soon.
It is upsetting, but many things in life are. I'm...bracing for it, myself. [He's not excited, but he's never faltered in his life. He has to survive for his men, so ultimately...he'll do what he must. But he won't do it without consideration.]
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[Very small, actually. She had a closet at home that was bigger than the apartment she had accepted. But things would change eventually, of that she was sure. That, and the idiot human man she was making give her money for being beautiful and completely unattainable.]
I would be happy to take you, if you would like.
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[He takes her arm gently.] Grazie. I'd much appreciate that, Lady Sungazer, especially given I'd be very likely to get lost on my own.
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[She leads him along the road and as they grow closer to the section of the city there are more monster businesses than humans and takes care to point them out.]
There's a very nice little cafe - full of cats, but that is how it goes - that I work at. There are always multiple opportunities for work on the network; but I believe there are a group of people that can provide you with such things.
I do miss using magic, though. Dawnstone was never so filthy, and that was our capital city.
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[He listens intently as she points out the buildings.]
Oh. Cats tend to roam freely back where I come from...it's endearing that there's a cafe here for them. Very nice idea for companionship and relaxation. [He might very well visit there sometime, himself. He debates on what to say, mentally, to the idea of employment, but relents that honesty is the best policy for now.] Employment would be appreciated...it's been a while since I've held a normal line of work.
...Are abilities unavailable here? [No wonder. He hadn't tried to use Sticky Fingers yet, but now he's assuming it just won't work...]
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[She sighs softly and pats his arm as they walk]
Unfortunately, that is very much the case. I haven't been able to cast a single spell, there's not a lick of mana to be obtained. Though living without mana is typically the same as causing my people to starve, it does not seem to be the case here, which I am very thankful for. I imagine that isn't the same case for you? No special dietary needs for your type of humanity?
[And then there's the wine situation. Which is regrettable, to say the very least. Still, even if he is a human, he seems to have his head in the right place thus far. She wonders how much how much it is he's leaving out.]
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[Hm. He purses his lips, thinking it over.]
No. The special abilities I've had aren't vital to my survival. [Well...mostly, but in one specific case it was someone else's special ability and there were a lot of nuances...but at any rate, he doesn't need Sticky Fingers to survive.]
No special dietary needs. Preferences, but not needs. I'm a normal human, for the most part. [For the most part.]
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someone stands out among one of the bonfires, a tall man dressed in fancy-looking clothes. he doesn't seem to be dancing or worshiping, so either he's a "guest" like Osomatsu, or maybe he works directly for the Fog God, herself. HM]
Kinda cryptic, ain't it?
[he moves in, his hands tucked into his hoodie pocket]
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Quite. I suppose it'd make more sense if we were familiar with their rituals, but I'm certainly not. It's gleeful. But mournful. I can't blame them for trying to find some joy in this situation...however much it doesn't suit my tastes entirely.
[He'd outright admit that worshipping a deity that brings people there with no choice seemed delusional - at best - but he bit his lip in case someone else was listening in. Walls have eyes and ears everywhere, he knows this from years of experience.]
I take it you're a visitor like me?
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Guess you could call me that. Though, being a visitor usually means that you're goin' somewhere for a reason. I was brought here without even knowing this place existed! So it's more like I was kidnapped. But, sure. Visitor.
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[Mostly because they're surrounded by cultists and he's assuming that too much negative talk towards what they may or may not consider a blessing of some kind is...probably a bad idea.]
We're in the same situation. I had no idea this place existed before I was brought here, either, and it was hardly by choice. There...
[...There's a few looks.]
....There was possibly a reason, but I suppose the Fog God works in mysterious ways.
[Okay. Tension lowered a bit. A bit.]
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he really must work for the Fog God! even though the man just said he was in the same boat as Osomatsu, that's not what he zeroes in on. Osomatsu turns to glare at him]
Yeah, well, she better start tellin' me why I'm here, then! I don't wanna be here! My brother and I don't wanna turn into monsters. You get it?
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I don't know if she can speak through anyone. You know. I'm not as educated with her practices as everyone else here is, sir. They could probably respond to grievances far better, but you probably shouldn't question it too much.
[He motions very subtly to make his point, emphasizing some words. Look. Around. You. He instinctively almost tries to summon Sticky Fingers, but there's no easy zipper-ing out of this situation for them if this turns poorly. Crap.]
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Shouldn't question it? I shouldn't question why I'm stuck in this hellhole? I shouldn't question why I was taken away from my cushy home and my family to help the Fog God do whatever it is she wants with me and my brother? Are you an idiot? Are you blind? Do you just do whatever she tells you to do like a dancing monkey?
[okay. now the crowd is definitely watching them, and they're not happy]
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There is a literal religion devoted to the Fog God around us. I was lying. I think this is all incredibly horseshit, and I loathe it as well, but cults tend to not like to hear that.
[And now he's been honest. They are frothing at the mouths.]
And now they are....remarkably pissed.
We may need to depart.
[As he says this, one of the cultists gets a bit antsy and tries to rush him down. He kicks them aside, then grabs the other visitor by the arm, taking him alongside him.]
Keep up.
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Osomatsu's arm is grabbed, and he is tugged along. it takes him a few seconds to find his footing, but then he's running as fast as he can.
looks like his misjudged this guy, but that's nothing new. he wasn't reading the atmosphere at all]
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Not the best at reading the atmosphere, are you, sir?
[He lets go, then dusts himself off.]
Apologies for your brother's sake and your own. As I said, I don't believe a word of that Fog God nonsense, but considering that that was basically a cult...I figured lying was a bit of a necessity.
Brave of you to speak your mind even then, however. Foolhardy. But admirable for not compromising principles, even if we're likely forbidden from going in there again...at least until they forget our faces.
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once they've stopped running, Osomatsu leans heavily against a building, panting. they're pretty much out of Dyster and.. he didn't find any answers! just met this dude, who sounds strangely familiar in the most weird way... oh well.
he turns to look at him, trying to catch his breath]
I've never been a good liar. But, uh... sorry, about that...
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He lets out a sigh.]
Quite alright. It's not like everyone is.
[In fact, most of his gang, apart from perhaps Giorno and Abbachio, may have reacted in the same way.]
Though if you were intending to get information, perhaps communication shouldn't have been your first resort if you weren't going to agree to their practices. There are most likely other methods, however, if it's of upmost importance.
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