graveyardsmash | TDM: NOVEMBER/DECEMBER

TDM: NOVEMBER/DECEMBER

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 in a dark ditch, the sky cloudy overhead. Dirt cakes into your cuts and scrapes. The air is clammy and damp, and it smells like rain.

You’re in a grave. And when you sit up to inspect the tombstone marking your spot, it has your name on it. Maybe the graves next to you have the names of familiar friends, family, acquaintances. Not all of them are open like yours are. RIP.

There’s a light dancing in the distance, and you hear the jingle-jangle of heavy keys, or worse still, the gravekeeper’s massive pitchfork or shovel. If you're lucky, you can sneak out beyond his notice, and get out alone. If not - you might find yourself on the wrong end of a shovel’s swing, or worse yet, tripping headfirst in front of a pair of monstrous eyes.

SCENARIO TWO

You've stumbled your way out of the graveyard, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds of the city. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your dirty clothes and scraped faces, and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. Some are even handing out pamphlets which vary in how helpful they are--"What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)", "Wolpertinger: Fact or Fiction?", "100% ACCURATE MONSTER QUIZ ASSESSMENT: GUARANTEED TO PREDICT YOUR MONSTER!", and "Ryslig Law In A Nutshell".

As you wander from street to street, you come to realize that some of these people seem...off. If you draw close enough to look at them--really look--you'll be able to observe certain uncanny features. A misshapen eye socket that looks more like an insect's compound eye, skin like a loose bag that seems to fit poorly over their own musculature, a backwards hand that seems to function as normal, and, of all things, an opaque mucus that seems to drip from unseen orifices.

Not only do these people look strange, they act strangely, too. One can be seen drinking a cup of whole coffee beans. Another chews on a piece of rubber tire as if it were a stick of gum. A man dressed in a full-body trench coat seems to writhe as he sits and reads a newspaper.

If any of them notice your approach, they immediately stroll over to enthusiastically greet you. When they speak, a droning buzz seems to emanate from deep within their chests. They smile and stare unblinkingly, talking in obscenity-riddled, disjointed sentences.

"Welcome! It is almost a season! Are you ready to fucking party?"

"What the shit! You're monster?"

With time, more and more of these people begin to shuffle towards you in an almost swarm-like fashion. Lose one of them, and more show up around the corner. They're eager to ask questions--most of which make absolutely no sense--and they won't be easily dissuaded from their goals.

Maybe you should run. Or maybe punch one of them. Surely, that won't cause any problems.

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? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

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[this is a beast. what little legend artemy is familiar with doesn't make note of large wolves like this one -- standing on two legs and escorting him out of harm's way. and he allows it to; be it out of trust, fear, or some mixture of the two. he keeps quiet and moves as the beast directs him to.]

[at least, until she speaks.]

You're just a girl.

[not said harshly or as an insult, but more so with surprise and wonder. the fear seems to drain from artemy in an instant despite the growl she gives to their pursuers. he moves to place himself between her and what stragglers may not have been scared off, although they seem to have quickly fled, intimidated by the teenager.]

I'm sorry, daisy. I thought you were a beast.

[--Huh.

It's very rare for anyone to assume a monstrous wolf needs protecting, and she expects it even less from newcomers, even after they've heard her voice. She blinks down at him, head tilting slightly in canine confusion -- "daisy??"]

Oh, I - uh, it's fine. I mean - I am. Technically.

[She's always been a beast, she just looks the part, now. She speaks quietly, evenly, her voice unsure. She's not exactly used to speaking to strangers, especially not adult men - statistically, that's a Bad group to deal with. Truth be told, she'd grabbed him out of instinct rather than intent - all she'd spotted was a panicked newcomer about to get hurt.

It seems they've been more or less left alone. Thankfully. Mukuro has no doubts about her abilities, but she'd rather not have to kill a bunch of humans in the middle of the street. If nothing else, it's messy. She glances away, then back, searching his face - he doesn't seem dangerous, and he's not speaking to her condescendingly, at least.]

Are - uh. Are you all right.
Sometimes people give newcomers a hard time.

That's fine. So am I.

[more like a butcher, but he's used to being feared by now. artemy offers up a reassuring smile; the kind most townsfolk never see, the one that's typically reserved for the town's children. at least they never ran away from him like he was some kind of deranged serial murderer.]

[he casts a long look back towards their pursuers who have long since fled, scratching the back of his neck.]

I'm fine. Between you and I, a lot of people have chased me down in the streets. It doesn't bother me so much. [still, he does seem a little bewildered by his surroundings.] But I would appreciate your guidance in navigating this place. It's... confusing.

[Mukuro blinks, confusion evident on her features. It's - strange. For her, at least. It doesn't feel like a lie, he seems genuine in his kindness, but - it's unusual for her, being treated gently like this. Especially by someone like him. --Someone who is used to running from mobs, apparently? The look she gives him intensifies slightly, trying to discern if he's actually dangerous underneath that smile.
Her tail swishes, once, twice.]

...Sure.

[Her voice is low, guarded, but not impolite.]

I've been here for a while. I can probably help you find whatever you're looking for.

[It wouldn't even be the first time she's offered to escort a newbie around the city.]

TDM: NOVEMBER/DECEMBER

two seconds away from adopting her

she's never experienced parental affection so i for one would be thrilled

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