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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2022-03-12 09:40 am
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TDM: MARCH/APRIL

TDM: MARCH/APRIL

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".

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? 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.


sciencesquid: (Mistakes were made)

Otto Octavius | Spider-Man

[personal profile] sciencesquid 2022-03-12 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Warning: Spoilers for No Way Home in the prompt narratives and possibly also in replies!

[1. Graveyard]

[Otto awakens, sore and disoriented. It takes a long moment for his memories to catch up- for him to truly note what he's been through and what occurred before he fell into whatever slumber took his consciousness. The spell- did it work- home? Why does it smell like wet dirt? He sits up with difficulty, and at once, he realizes something is wrong. The way his body moves, the weight of it- or lack thereof… Breath catching in the back of his throat, he looks back over his shoulder and a sight which had become so typical is now nowhere to be seen. Both his hands feel his abdomen, but there is no harness strapped around it. He feels the back of his neck, where an artificial spine and inhibitor chip should have been. Should have, but they aren't there, and the absence feels foreign now.

Where are the actuators?

Breathing heavily from the shock of it all, he removes his dirty shades and slips them into his pocket. Then he clambers his way out of whatever hole he'd been lying in and only now does he realize where he is. As he stares at his own headstone, Sandman's words echo through his mind, so meaningless to him when they were uttered and now so very heavy. "You, Doc Ock, drowned in the river with your machine." He hadn't stood a chance after all, had he? He's been sent back and it meant nothing. Going by his injuries, Peter's put up an impressive fight. The actuators must've been removed by force once they'd pulled his body from the river, confiscated by whatever agency would claim authority with the loudest voice. Now all that’s left to indicate he ever had them at all are the gashes in his clothes; four considerable holes ripped in the back of his sweater, his vest and his coat.

Once his gaze finds the headstone next to his own, he suffers an additional blow. Rosalie Octavius. They hadn't even deemed it appropriate to let him share a grave with his wife; his beloved Rosie. They'd just tossed him into a hole of his own and several feet of dirt would forever separate the two of them, protecting her from the monster he'd become in the end. How is he standing here at all? Is it because of the spell? Had he been sent back to the wrong point in time, replacing his own corpse?

A jingling noise pulls him out of his thoughts and in the distance, he spots a bobbing light- a lantern. Someone's coming. Getting caught now would be bad for a number of reasons, and so, he hastily darts across the graveyard. If he can just get to the exit before anyone spots him, he might be able to get away with- well, with surviving. Trouble is, now that he's no longer carrying the weight of his mechanical limbs, his balance is a little off and he ends up stumbling, even slipping across the wet mud below his feet. He may just fall before he reaches the gate.]




[2. Streets]

[Otto would have thought he'd attract far less attention without the additional limbs to spook people. Unfortunately, as he strides through the streets, shades back on his face and collar of his coat popped upwards, he can just about feel the stares directed his way. Is it his various injuries? Is it the mud staining his clothes? Do they know who he is?

Where the hell even is he? This doesn't look like any part of New York he's ever seen.

Glares increase, and a small mob begins to form behind him. Are those pitchforks? They begin to shout, accusing him of being a monster. He raises both his hands in a defensive manner.]


Now… Hold on…

[The mob doesn't seem to be easing up. Help him!]


[3. Arcade]

[Just when Otto thought he was free of voices in his head telling him what to do… But he can't fight the pull- he never could. When he suddenly finds himself in the Fourth God's arcade, he can't remember how he got there, and that stirs just a bit of dread. Instinctively, he feels the back of his neck once more, confirming the absence of both the artificial spine and the chip.

He's fine. This is fine.

Still a bit stunned, he wanders into a distant corner of the arcade, watching everyone around him from the corner of his eye. What with his wet hair clinging to his scraped face and the mud still dirtying his boots, along with his clothes, it ought to be painfully obvious he's new here. And that’s to say nothing of the lingering scrapes and bruises. There’s a particularly deep gash along his cheek, no longer bleeding but fresh all the same.]



[4. Wildcard]

[Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] meowzy or Meowzy#8807 on Discord to plot out something else!]
heyunderoos: (Startled/UM/excuse me/HC era)

2, offers you a spider

[personal profile] heyunderoos 2022-03-12 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter had been wandering Bavan a little at a loss of what to do after hauling himself out of a grave earlier in the day when he catches sight of a crowd starting to form around someone. The guy doesn't seem to be doing anything weird or suspicious. So, a full crowd with pitchforks and torches seems bizarre.

Unsurprisingly, Peter Parker interceeds. He quickly jogs over, raising his voice as he jumps between the mob and Otto. He isn't suited up, so at best he's just talking quickly to give Otto a chance to go.
] Woah, woah, hey!

A teenager also covered in a layer of dirt is clearly what is needed here to help ease the mob. ]

Is this really necessary? I mean, he's just walking! Pitchforks seem like kinda overkill.

=D

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Hordak | She-Ra: Princesses of Power

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Warning: Spoilers for She-Ra: Princesses of Power

i. The Graveyard


Entrapta, it’s going to blow!

[How familiar that scene had been. Their portal experiment, this time not in the Fright Zone when he was Warlord, but in Crypto Castle after Entrapta had come up with a theory to rescue the late Queen Angella from between realities, had gone wrong. It had been their first try and opening the portal, the math alone had given Hordak a migraine, but the numbers at least looked right. It had surged, drawing power too quickly to remain stable, and when Entrapta had rushed to fix it…]

[Not her, anyone but her, she’s the one thing he couldn’t bear to lose in this whole galaxy.]

[He jolted up from beneath the loose layer of dirt he had been lying in, arm outstretched and grasping at nothing, Entrapta’s name still on his lips. Confusion painted his face as he realised he was no longer in their shared lab in Crypto Castle. Indeed the atmosphere was different entirely from Etheria’s. Where did that portal transport him to?]

[As he stood up, he got a look at the headstone by the grave he had just stumbled out of, and his eyes narrowed. This didn’t look like Etherian, didn’t even look like First One’s writing, didn’t look like any one writing system he had encountered over his lifetime - more like an amalgamation of all. And yet, he could read it perfectly, like the words were morphing to accommodate his travelling gaze.]


Strange… What manner of world have I landed in?

[He wondered out-loud before sighing, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose when his hand actually bumped into his nose. He made a face, fingers gently feeling the very fleshy nose he apparently now had on his face. What had that portal done to him to change his anatomy on a molecular level? He checked the tools on his belt, dismayed to find them broken beyond use, and he didn’t have the materials on hand to fix them right now. He let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head before deciding to find a way out of this graveyard, and to find Entrapta. She couldn’t have been flung far, surely.]

ii. The City


[He had found his way to a city - though calling it that was almost a joke to him, it was tiny compared to the things he’s seen. The technology was primitive, somehow even more so than Etheria’s, and the inhabitants themselves… The things they spoke of didn’t match anything that he had encountered before throughout the entire galaxy. People who arrived here turned into monsters, though the label here seemed to be more literal than titular.]

[He had confirmed his change in anatomy, though it was not as great as he had feared. His eyes, teeth and tongue were still red, and his ears still pointed (though now to a lesser degree than before). The real change was in his skin tone, now of a tan colour similar to Entrapta’s with splotches of pale white mimicking his facial markings. The change seemed consistent, of what he had gathered from the rave ramblings of the inhabitants of this strange world those who were not ‘human’ before their arrival were turned into such upon it, and that seemed to be what had happened to him.]

[Still, the fact that these people kept trying to bother him was beginning to grate on his nerves. He had cooled considerably since Prime’s defeat, and being sentenced (though it wasn’t really that much of a sentence) to help Etheria rebuild. Still, his temper was still there underneath it all, and all it needed was the right sequence of button-pushing.


Back off!

[He had finally snapped, snarling at a citizen who had tried to hand him yet another useless pamphlet (he had disposed of all he had previously been given that didn’t have useful information on them), fists clenched and wishing he still had his arm cannon.]

iii. The Change


[He had noticed the changes, his skin was beginning to return to their natural hues - ashy white and muted blue - though he also noted that his canines had become longer, as well as sharper. From his research this would classify him as a ‘Vampire’, a blood-sucking creature that was often associated with bats, a comparison he had heard often since his arrival.]

[He knew that this hunger for blood was likely to arrive sooner, rather than later, and he had no intention of ending up a slaughtering Warlord again. So, he had decided to start looking into less… murderous avenues of getting this fill of blood, though these preparations were hampered by the fact he couldn’t actually get a good estimate of how much blooded would be needed on a monthly basis. ‘One person’s worth’ was the commonly accepted measurement, which was frustratingly vague.]

[He let out an annoyed growl as he looked over his notes, written on paper of all things. Biology had never been his expertise, his knowledge was in technology, mechanics, and tactics. Not having to guesstimate the volume of blood found in the average human body.]


Nothing can ever be easy on these backwater planets, can it?

iv. The Wildcard


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[personal profile] loyaltylies 2022-03-12 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps the answer to many a philosopher's quandaries.

[ Comes a soft, rasping response from one of the neighboring tombstones. Pale fingers shape over the edge of the aged rock, giving leverage for the spidery silhouette of a man to stand - one could assume from the relative ease and height from one of filled graves, not out of his own empty one. With the bare light, it's difficult to see the full nature of his clothes, but he takes the time to slap dirt off of his knees. The light is enough that when he turns his head towards Hordak, it catches around iris of his left eye to make it a nearly glowing red. ]

You wouldn't happen to know if you died recently, would you?

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Merton Dingle /Big Wolf on Campus

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One: a low, eerie moan carries across the graveyard immediately followed by “Hey! Help! Little help here?”
Either you get there before the groundskeeper or you find the guy glaring down into an open grave, threatening Merton with the shovel.

“I can see why you’d be confused, but yes I’m in a grave. Does that make me a corpse? No!” His voice starts out condescending but ends up with more than a trace of fear. “Please let me out. Please.”

“Get back in your grave, monster” the caretaker growls.


Two: There is a muck-covered teenager staggering through the streets. Merton is disoriented enough to walk out into traffic at least once. The people with pamphlets perk him up, though.

“Wolpertigers? Please.Fiction.” He is all over the “What monster would you be?” quizzes too.
“Hey. On the favorite animal part “bat” isn’t listed. You might want to change that.”
Or: “Hey, do you think I seem like more of a ocean person or a forest glade type? Those are the only two choices. Also, you know where I could get warm? Also what the fff, why am I in a small European country!?” He has to restrain himself from grabbing the other person’s collar. “Sorry. Stress.”

Net: So. I happen to be something of a monster buff myself. I am pretty up on the lore of several mythologies. And holy crap, there are so many possible monsters out there. This is kind of amazing actually. I never told anyone this but when I was six I briefly wanted to be Godzilla. So this is kind of awesome except for the entire being kidnapped and forced to eat the flesh of the innocent bit. It is pretty cold out here in this alley but hey new phone!
Okay, but seriously though. How do I get home?

More: [seriously I’m open to any starters]
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[Gene was brushing off the dirt he got on him from his own grave when he heard the sound of eerie groaning. But before he could truly get prepared to deal with that, he heard pleas of help in the same direction. Looking around, he saw more names on the gravestones but these ones he didn't recognize. Listening again for the voice, he heard the rustling of clothes but couldn't see where it was coming from.

After several minutes of him searching, he was about to take a break when he heard more voices, one of them being the original one he had heard. It sounded...scared. Rushing closer to the sound, he saw a figure standing over a grave, holding a shovel threateningly. ...Oh boy.

Stepping closer, he raised his hands placating when the caretaker swiveled towards him, pointing the shovel towards him.]


Hey now, there's no need for this. He's obviously a human in need of some help, not a monster.

[Pretty bad monster if he's just laying in his own grave instead of attacking. He immediately chastised himself for thinking that. There are plenty of spirits that act innocent before they strike. And he has met monsters before. ...Still. This person truly seemed to be needing help. And Gene was not one to ignore someone in need, even if they could be dangerous.]

Look, how about you just let me help him up and we'll be on our way? If he turns out to be a monster, I won't stop you.

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Gregory | Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach

[personal profile] naughtyboy 2022-03-12 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Spoilers for Security Breach in prompts as well as threads!]

1) Streets

[The last thing Gregory remembered had been utter chaos followed by a peace he thought unreachable. He’d genuinely begun to wonder, at least in the final hours, if he was actually going to make it out of the pizzaplex. It wasn’t his first time spending hours on end there unnoticed, but at least those times involved considerably fewer threats with vicious teeth and claws out to get him. It’s even wilder to think that he could have just left outright at 6 am, but…he didn’t. He went back in, and what he found was undeniably worse than anything else he’d encountered all night.

Well. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. The point is, he’d gotten out. They both had. Freddy had been with him…hadn’t he?

Where was he now?

Waking up in a shallow grave had been nothing short of terrifying. It’s true that he and Freddy didn’t exactly have much at their disposal in terms of living on their own, but he knew better than to just curl up in a hole in the ground. The rude awakening had been startling enough to propel the child immediately from the grave, not even stopping to take stock of himself or his surroundings. No, he ran, leaving the graveyard and whatever might have been hiding there long in his wake.

The city hadn’t been far. The only reason he’d gone this way wasn’t to find a person who could help, but because he knew that if Freddy wasn’t with him, he would have likely gone first to a familiar place. Civilization with buildings and people would be far more familiar to him than a graveyard, he imagines. It seems that Gregory’s assumption is correct, because he spots what he thinks to be the animatronic’s tall frame and quickly darts his way over, grabbing his hand as he hisses under his breath:]


Freddy! You can’t be here, someone might see you! We have to-

[But when the figure looks down at him, it isn’t Freddy. The face he sees is that of a real life, flesh and blood monster, chills of terror racing up his spine when he realizes the hand he took is not cold and metal, but quite soft and very much alive.

He doesn’t scream. Instead, he staggers away with a strangled sound, his sneakers catching on an uneven patch of asphalt that sends him falling onto his rear. But the monster- maybe you- won’t get much of a chance to react as Gregory turns to flee. His progress is only hampered by yet more people…more monsters in his path that get in his way. He slams into someone’s legs before managing to shove past them, his lungs screaming for relief as he refuses to stop. He can hear shouts after him of both concern and frustration, even anger. He feels claws pull at his clothes, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop until he finds an alley that he can duck into, falling to his hands and knees so he can crawl into a space behind a trash can.

There Gregory hides, trembling from head to toe as he peers past the only thing guarding him from this new nightmare. Not one, not two animatronics, not even the rotted corpse of Afton himself, but dozens upon dozens…of real…

He pulls back, bringing his hands up to grip the sides of his head as he fights to catch his breath.]


Wake up- wake up!

[He eventually falls silent, too exhausted from running and the wounds he’s somehow received to do anything but sit there, cowering. Waiting.

For what, he doesn’t know.]


2) Arcade

[It’s inevitable that of all places, Gregory would have found himself at Elias’ arcade. Whether or not he yet believes the stories he’s been told- that he too will become a monster like the rest of them- matters little to him in the moment. Not when he still has to survive in the meantime. He can’t turn into a monster if he dies from exposure before then, so…here he is. Half because it seemed like it could maybe be abandoned or at the very least unoccupied, and half because…well. He’s curious.]

What is this place…?

[The boy muses to himself as he approaches one of the pinball machines, a hand coming to the old control mechanism as he wonders if it even still works. The little robots puttering around will naturally get his attention too, so you might find him squatting near them and waiting for them
to roll by.]


3) Simulacrum | cw: gore, skin stuff, blood

[He figured he was getting off easy, with changes. It was hard to miss the weird rashes that had started to appear on various parts of his body, but he’d assumed that could be any number of things. Scales if he was turning into a dragon, fur if he was becoming a werewolf.

He wasn’t expecting to wake up one morning to his forearms having taken on a brilliant blue, metallic sheen, the skin that once covered them having sloughed off overnight.

It spread after that, though mercifully the changes weren’t painful as much as they were disorienting. He didn’t know what to do, seeing his hands slowly lose their skin, revealing mechanical innards beneath. It wasn’t until his hands had completely disintegrated to reveal thin endoskeleton beneath that he’d really begun to freak out.]


No way. No way…

[Gregory grew afraid to leave wherever he’d holed up to go outside, unsure what might strike him next. But even with his changes, he was still hungry. Hungry perhaps not yet for human flesh, but starved nonetheless. And he knew that there were facilities that helped people, he just…didn’t know where they were.

Eventually, the hunger becomes too great, and so he heads out onto the city streets. He’d found a tattered, discarded jacket to guard himself from the cold, and it served a secondary purpose in hiding his arms from exposure. It was lightly raining, and he knew too well how badly machines played with water. It was unfortunate, then, that the Fog decided not to take mercy on Gregory with slow, painless changes any longer.

There’s a moment where his walking slows, his knees locking up seemingly of their own accord. Then, he can no longer stand upright at all, forced to catch himself against the raw endoskeleton of his hands that hasn’t yet reformed its new, metal covering. He looks back frantically over his shoulder, but the exclamation of terror he was going to make comes out…broken. Distorted, much like a machine that needs repairing. He takes a breath and exhales on another mechanical cry, a despondent tinny wail as he covers his face with his hands, shaking and convulsing in a manner more robot than human.

He doesn’t want to watch. He can’t look at the way the skin and muscle of his legs simply falls away as if it could no longer cling to his bones, bones that have now undeniably been entirely replaced. Blood and viscera get caught up by the rain, but it can’t hope to all be washed away. All he can do is lay there and wait for it to stop, losing his shoes as the rest of his lower body falls away.

It’s over in minutes, but he doesn’t move afterwards. He just lays there exhaling on muted, stuttered sounds of pain, sounding much like a broken toy. His arms and legs are no longer human, and there’s so much more yet to come.]
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[ There's a kid here. If she thought she had died young... there's a child younger than her, here. She saw him sprint out of the graveyard before she could do anything about it. Now she finds him again, on his own, cowering and shaking and crying.

She squats near him, a few feet away so he has space if he needs it. Thinks back to what she's done when her classmates were having a hard time, too. ]


Hey... it's pretty cold out. Do you wanna go find somewhere that's warm?

[ At least she looks normal - human - unlike a lot of the residents here, apparently. Maybe that'll be some degree of comfort, too. ]

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Peter Parker | Spider-Man: Far From Home

[personal profile] heyunderoos 2022-03-12 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
ONE

[Peter curls into himself on the ground near his grave, breathing heavily as he tries to get some sense of his bearings. The dirt clings to his clothing, and he doesn't have the forethought to actually get it off.

He's settled on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as he tries to make himself smaller. His senses feel weirdly dull in a way he can't quite comprehend. Normally everything is amplified, but now the world feels almost duller.

It's not making Peter feel any better.

The seventeen year old is verging on a little hysterical.
]

Okay, this has to be some crazy dream.

I'm going to wake up any minute. Everything is going to be okay. [He blows out a breath, trying to focus his breathing in some capacity. It isn't really working.

The sound of jingling keys and a shout is enough to make Peter startle up onto his feet. His usual coordination is shot, so he nearly falls in the process before he manages to run. The teenager weaves between graves, just looking more and more alarmed by the minute.

It wouldn't be a surprise if he ran into someone else freshly unearthed.
]

TWO

[The city is overwhelming as much as it really isn't with how dull his senses feel. Peter manages the disorientation by just wandering listlessly.

Helpful people startle Peter, but the teenager brightens a little at their presence. Then he gets handed a pamphlet, or five. There are many pamphlets shoved in his hands. He fumbles awkwardly.

Then he sees some of what is written on the pamphlets.
]

Is... is this for real?

This is a joke right? What is any of this?

FOUR - cw: skin falling off, general transformation body horror-

Get away from me! [Peter scrabbles further back, eyes wild and wide as his skin all but sloughs off of his arms. He had been warned this was coming, but he hadn't really paid attention to when the fog was going to come in.

And now he's here, losing himself in a back alley.

Peter doesn't mean to scare the poor woman who came upon him changing in a back alley, but a flash of new teeth and the way his voice booms makes her rear back and shriek.

The guilt weighs Peter down immediately. He swallows back a pained sound.
] Sorry, I'm sorry-
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Two: I’d like to think so, buuut I’ve seen weirder.

[The pale nineteen year old approaching Peter looks like he’s been dragged through a muddy field too. He seems amused but in a strained, hysterical way.]

Unless we can get away we’re probably all going to turn into monsters. And not cool monsters like Michael J Fox in Teen Wolf. Cannibal monsters.

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Vampire Cookie | Cookie Run Kingdom

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Scenario 1: Graveyard

[Vampire Cookie wakes up somewhere weird, so in other words, it's a day ending in y. He blinks blearily at his uncomfortably damp surroundings, because he definitely doesn't remember where he last fell asleep. This is what, a hole in the ground? Looks purposefully dug? He feels kind of strange and a little achey, but that's not entirely unusual for him either, and honestly the fact that he's still tired overwhelms all else.

He's what, lying in a grave or something? Yeah, he's a vampire, seems legit. So he yawns, settles in, crosses his arms over his chest, and drifts back to sleep. You may encounter him like that, a tall, lanky man with long red hair snoring lightly in an open grave.

Or you might come across him a few minutes later, when the gravekeeper has found him and started unceremoniously filling the grave in. It takes until a shovelful of dirt actually hits his face for Vampire to wake back up, and his whining protests quickly dissolve into alarmed exclamations and desperate scrabbling to get out when he realizes the figure looming over him isn't going to stop. Unfortunately, he's already half buried by this point, and it doesn't look like he's making much headway.

Especially not when he's finally realized there's something very off about his own body, now.]


H-hey, I said I'd-! Gimmie just a second, why're my hands so- ackpth!


Scenario 2: City

[He has absolutely no idea what's going on. Vampire is stumbling around the city streets in an absolute daze, although for once it's not because he's drunk. He feels... more clearheaded than he can remember being in a very long time, actually, and thanks, he hates it.

He hates it because this place is definitely not the kingdom he was living in before, the people he passes are definitely not cookies and most importantly, neither is he. He has no idea what to make of that; it's all a bit too much for him to process right now. Additionally, he hates this because he keeps faceplanting straight into the concrete.

Several times he's just sort of leaned forward and let himself fall, apparently deliberately, but what's really happening is that he keeps forgetting he can't just float in the air anymore. Several times he's tripped over his own feet, because he's not used to having weirdly horizontal feet at the ends of his legs and how do these even work??

Finally, after smacking his face straight into a sidewalk for probably the sixth or seventh time, he just lies there and groans miserably, his dramatic cape crumpled around him.]


I need a drink.


Wildcard!

[Hit me with whatever else you want! If you'd like to plot, I'm at [plurk.com profile] ionicOneirologist or on Discord at ionicOneiroi#0462]
charmpagne: (Paloma)

Wildcard bc I do what I want

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[And here Sparkling thought that this month couldn't possibly be more eventful for him. One moment, he was suffering mostly alone in his changes- by now that small ache in his hands had blossomed into nearly fully grown wings at this point- the next...he's sharing his apartment with a fellow cookie. Vampire Cookie, to be precise.

The deep, comforting scent of wine has become real, and he's hardly had the time to really process it fully.

Unfortunately, the apartment isn't exactly Sparkling's fancy bar. It's small and two people living here is pushing it a bit, but Sparkling knew better than to think Vampire would try very hard to find someplace to actually live. At best he'd be couch hopping for the foreseeable future, at worst he'd just...be staying outside, somewhere. Sparkling wasn't going to allow for that, as much as he already felt like he was failing in the accomodations department.

Well, it is what it is. By now Vampire has at least gotten a cusory run-down of what Sparkling knows, and now he's set up to do the exact same thing Sparkling has done since arrival: carve out an existence here, somehow, and survive.]


So...my shift at the casino starts at 8 pm.

[Sparkling explains to Vampire as he sits in the small den with a single couch and maybe a chair or two, keeping his arms close to himself as his two remaining clawed fingers click gently together. He has...no idea how work is going to go, tonight. It's going to be his first shift dealing with the full wings, so that's...going to be something. Right now though, all he can focus on is Vampire, who is sitting in the rays of the setting sun possibly for the first time he can remember.]

You are more than welcome to come with me, or you can stay here until I get back. I get off around 4 in the morning.

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Chiaki Nanami | Danganronpa 3

[personal profile] waitingforplayer2 2022-03-12 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
cw: dissociation, spoilers for danganronpa 3

> start

[ The first thing she notices is that she can't taste blood in her mouth anymore. She's so tired, but the heavy weakness overwhelming her body as she died is gone. There's life in her again.

Or maybe not. As she sleepily crawls out of the ditch, rubbing her eyes, she spots her own gravestone. And she just sort of... stares at it for a long time, sitting perched on the edge of the grave.

Oh. It did happen, then. She didn't dream it.

It's a long time of sitting looking at her own tombstone before she's able to rouse herself enough to stand. The first thing she does is slowly wander the graveyard, peering at headstones to look for anybody she recognizes. She's not really looking where she's going, so she's easy to bump into. Or maybe she sees you in your own grave, giving her pause. ]


Hey... do you need help getting out?

> x manual

[ This is a lot. There's a lot to process. There's so many people that it's exhausting - and then somebody hands her the pamphlet.

She's kind of sunk onto a park bench, just away from the commotion, her cat-eared hoodie pulled over her head as she slowly reads through the little manual, front-to-back, several times over. She turns it over in her hand. Eventually she murmurs to herself: ]


This can't be real... right?

> play

[ At least this place has games! She can get a lot of mileage out of pinball machines, with all the long afternoons she's spent in arcades before.

Except something's off about a lot of these cabinets - they're LIKE ones she remembers, but not quite the same. Her muscle memory keeps betraying her, and she frowns as she loses another ball.

She's still racking up a high score - a pretty impressive one, but she'll just insert another coin, determined frown on her face deepening a bit. Until she notices you, of course, and startles. ]


Oh! Did you want to play a round, too?
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x Manual (HELLO!)

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[A small colorful slime girl was rushing through the streets, trying to get to her class at school. She flashed between a deep pink and orange as she slid through the crowds.]

Excuse me! Oh! Excuse me. Oh, I hope I will not be late.

[As she avoided the crowds, shifting her body so she didn't touch people, she slowed down in confusion when she saw a cat-eared person reading one of those pamphlets. Were they new here? Looking back at the direction of the school once more, she sighed and approached the newcomer.]

A-are you alright? You do not seem to be from here...

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Dee Reynolds | It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

[personal profile] agiantbird 2022-03-13 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
1. Sweet Dee Gets Lost (City)


[Dee has had a lot of bad days and a lot of bad nights, but she doesn't think she's woken up in a grave yet. She catches a whiff of damp dirt and grass, and she scrunches her nose up, rising slowly from the ditch, fingers clawing at the soggy ground. It isn't lost on her that her name is inscribed on the gravestone, and she's expecting someone to jump out from behind one of the other gravestones to jeer at her, but nothing happens. Nothing happens at all. She expects mockery and gets silence instead. Weird.

By some strange miracle, she manages to stumble out of the graveyard without incident, her feet bare and bleeding and her clothes torn. Her hair is matted, skin caked with dirt, and her head is pounding like she's recovering from the worst hangover ever. And it doesn't take her too long to figure out that she's... far from home.]


Oh, goddamnit! [Her voice rises several octaves as she looks around, trying to figure out where the hell she is. Nothing is remotely familiar, and there a strange woman standing across the road who keeps glaring at her for no discernable reason. It's quickly starting to make her feel uncomfortable. Dee pats her pockets, searching for a phone that isn't there, whilst shooting quick glances at the woman who is still staring at her.]

Hey! Hello! Is there some kind of problem? [She finally snaps, waving her hand at the woman. She's still staring. Hell, she isn't even blinking. Dee clicks her fingers this time, like it's going to help snap the woman out of... whatever is happening here. She seems kind of pissed about something.]

Hello?

2. Dee Finds Her Wings (Transformation | Harpy) [CW: Blood, skin trauma/ripping, gore]


[The pain hits her suddenly, forcing her to fall to her knees. Nausea builds up in her gut and rises to her throat, and her entire body shudders in agony. She's endured pain before, but this is on a whole new level. This pain spreads from her shoulder blades to every other muscle in her body, and makes it hard for her to breath. To think.]

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Oh, that does not feel good. [She pants, nails scratching at the ground, and her head bowed so her blonde hair obscures her twisted features. She feels something snap, hears a sick tearing sound, and feels something begin to push it's way out from her back, pushing through muscle and flesh and skin.]

Stop. Please stop.

3. Dee Finds Her Wings (Part 2) (Post-Transformation | Harpy)


[Perhaps some kind soul has taken Deandra into their home to finish her transformation behind closed doors. Or perhaps she's been left on the street to deal with this on her own... which is exactly what she would expect. Either way, the worst of it seems to be over. She wipes her mouth, sniffs and picks herself up from the ground. She stumbles forward and turns to face her reflection in a window.

And that's when she sees them.

Her eyes widen at the sight: two large, brown wings protruding from her back. She manages to move them, and oh, that feels weird. That does not feel right at all.

Bird wings. She has bird wings now.]


Oh, come on!
mingzhu: (yīqǐ chàng ba.)

1! always sunny music starts playing

[personal profile] mingzhu 2022-03-14 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ New people again, huh? Lanzhu had noticed the increase in activity again, choosing to participate in one of her favorite activities: Spooking newbies. Watching from an alley, she heard the utter sharpness of Dee's voice and shifted eyes to her and the pamphlet lady. The Lich woman took full advantage of her body's abilities to shift and disassemble itself whenever she liked and thus crouched down in the shadows... Letting one of her black-gloved hands creep along the ground like a ghastly cartoon.

Long fingers tapped Dee's heel, scurrying about her feet! ]

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Faye Valentine | Netflix Cowboy Bebop

[personal profile] ripshitriot 2022-03-13 08:03 am (UTC)(link)

One

[Well, it isn't the first time Faye has woken up in wet dirt. Which is really saying something since she only has memories of a fraction of the years she has been alive. She heaves a put-upon sigh and drags herself up out of the hole.]

[Turning to look at around, she sees a gravestone above where her head had been carved with a familiar cryo-id number X1-2345SSY.]

Cute.

[She heaves herself the rest of the way out, sitting on the edge of the cut grave and swinging her legs like a child. She smacks her lips in thought as she looks around, and her eyes land on the grave next to hers, labelled W. H. Matsumoto. She stares at it for a long moment before bursting out into peals of wild giggle-snorting laughter.]

No shit! Look at that! Serves you right, bitch!

Two

[She hears the heavy footsteps of the gravekeeper before he gets close, but she pretends like she doesn't. Let him get close while she laughs at her "mother's" grave. As soon as he stops, preparing to swing his shovel at her, she lifts her legs and spins, getting him in the knees and making him buckle.]

[There's a small struggle, but she manages to wrest the shovel from him without too much difficulty. With a triumphant sound she swings the broad side of it against his head.]

Take that, nutbrains!

[She swings the shovel up over her shoulder, like a disney dwarf on her way to the mines to whistle away the workday.]

Right, so where the shit am I?

Three

[She finds her way to civilization, such that it is. This place is the most backwater shithole she has ever seen! Not a ship in sight, let alone her own. The glares and fear she sees don't bother her half so much as the lack of technology or basic fundamentals does. She completely ignores the offers of pamphlets, and openly snarks anyone who seems to be trying to offer her a place to stay. Yeah, sure, she knows how that goes for cute little girls like her. Someone offers her some chump change and she does take that, even if the money is an unfamiliar form. Something local probably, ugh.]

[Someone who isn't trying to solicit her is approached.] Hey, where's a girl get a fucking beer around here, huh?

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[When all is said and done, Faye hadn't expected to be something that needed to be constantly damp. Sure, it isn't as bad as being a full-on mermaid she supposes, but she simply isn't comfortable out of the water for very long. She's taken to carrying one of those misting bottles around with her everywhere like she's a Karen at Disneyplanet.]

[For now, though, she's settled into the warm surf off the coast of Dyster, where the water is deep. She's submerged up to her nose, her purple hair fanned out around her in the water. Her skin has taken on a blueish-green turquoise tint, her ears pointed out and twitching happily. It's a nice sunny day so the water feels wonderful. Bubbles come up around her mouth.]

[Below the water where her waist tapers back out into hips, her body morphs into that of a galiceño horse. Strong and sturdy, but short in the legs. Her legs grow darker in shade all the way down to her hooves, save for a little coronet marking on her front left. Her hooves dig playfully into the sand she's standing on, making a soft scratching sound that carries through the clear water. Though she is alert to any sound or movement, she's not on the hunt at the moment.]

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[It feels like the only times he gets out these days are when he's on his way to work, but that's about par the course for Sparkling. Work, go to bed, wake up, do it all over again. Maybe deal with some horrible thing happening on the peninsula, or wake up with some brand new change that's going to keep him bedridden for weeks. It's almost gotten predictable in its routine, at this point...

But that's not something particularly at the forefront of his mind right now. It's a Fog day, newbies arriving and changing all over, and he does try to make himself as approachable and helpful as he can during these times. A bit difficult for some, given the fact that he's got these giant bat wings for arms now, but at least that's currently the only offputting thing about his looks. Other than that, he's just a perfectly nice man...a very pale one, but perfectly nice regardless.

He blinks, almost laughing at the first thing that comes out of Faye's mouth. He doesn't of course- that would just be rude- but instead gestures in the direction he's going with a slight flick of his claws.]


Well, you've come asking the right person. I just so happen to bartend at a casino bar not far from here.

I was just on my way to clock in for my shift, if you would care to accompany me? I can fix you right up.

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sion eltnam atlasia | melty blood

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i | scenario one
[ Sion awakens in an unfamiliar place. That, itself, is only so odd. After all, the remnants of Tatari have rendered Misaki Town a strange place; it isn't beyond the realm of possibility that some force or another has once again altered it. No, what strikes her as odd is—how slow her thoughts are as she pulls herself up, a processor grinding away with only a fraction of the power it ought to have.

She pulls herself over the lip of the grave. There is nothing immediately recognizable about the cemetery she has found herself in, nor nothing immediately remarkable. Where should she go? Which direction has the highest probability to leading her toward a landmark? She doesn't know. She doesn't have the data she needs, why is it that she can't—

She takes a step forward. Her foot lands near the edge of another open grave, moving at its usual speed even if her thoughts have been left trailing behind. Perhaps that's why Sion doesn't foresee the probability of loose dirt giving away beneath an unfamiliar weight; before she can react—before she even realizes she ought to be reacting, the edge of that grave crumbles under her. Sion tumbles forward, tipping into the pit before her with a girlish sort of squawk. ]


ii | scenario two (for newbies, mostly)
[ The first step in gathering information is to collect as many sources as one can. Thank you, she says, stiff but sincere when another pamphlet is passed into her hands. She flips through the stack she has accumulated, skimming through titles and bylines. She wonders how they're distributed, precisely; somewhere along the way, she's wound up with two copies of the same one, obtained from two entirely different people.

When she looks up again, she sees another person with pamphlets in hand—except, this time, it doesn't appear to be a sheaf designed for mass-proliferation. Someone who shares her circumstances, perhaps? Her eyes drop to the pamphlet settled atop their accumulated stack: Ryslig Law In A Nutshell. That isn't one she has come across, herself—and, frankly, it sounds far more useful than a treatise on purported "Wolpertingers." ]


Hello. [ Her fingers sift through the pamphlets in her hands, beginning to draw her extra "100% Accurate Monster Quiz" away from the rest. ] Would you be willing to trade?


iii | scenario two (for oldbies)
[ The second step in gathering information is to confirm the veracity of data collected. Without access to her Etherlite, the process becomes far less efficient—but nevertheless, these pamphlets suggest a well of firsthand experience just waiting to be tapped. What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster) suggests many of these alleged "monsters" prefer the cover of night; in the hours it takes the sun to dip below the horizon, Sion pours over the pseudo-scientific literature she's been given, underlining passages and scrawling notes in the margins as dutifully as any honor student.

She feels blind as twilight sets in—eyes weak, thoughts sluggish—and ultimately, she decides waiting for a person of interest to cross her path would serve her interests better than directionless seeking. It takes some time, but eventually it bears fruit. She spies an inhuman silhouette in the darkness, and with her dogeared and red-lined stack of pamphlets in hand, she steps briskly after it. ]


Good evening. [ Her greeting is crisp and precise. There's a pen tucked behind her ear; another one is already in her hand, hovering over a bent-open page. ] I would like to ask you a few questions.


iv | wildcard
[ Or feel free to come up with a scenario of your own! If there's anything you'd like to discuss with me before tagging, feel free to shoot me a PM. ]
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[There's an overly large minotaur making his way home from Poundmates. He's broadly built, but the shaggy furred-legs and the horns that measure a yard tip to tip are definitely what make him cut an inhuman figure in the twilight. He turns to her with yellow eyes that glow faintly in the gloom, the old scar in his lip twisting his face into an inadvertent scowl.]

'Pends on what those questions are.

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Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice: The Musical The Musical The Musical

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GRAVEYARD

[Waking up in ditches is just another Tuesday for Beetlejuice, but waking up with a pulse is a new one. The ex-stiff sits straight in his grave, eyes wide, and gasps. He instantly starts coughing as a cloud of dust tumbles from his pale lips. The sudden weight of human emotion hits him like a tidal wave. It's almost enough to force him back into unconsciousness.]

[Almost.]

[He peers around the gloomy graveyard, a place that should feel like home, but now he's got human instincts and something is telling him this is the last place he wants to be.]


I have the feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore!

STREETS

[Beetlejuice is occupying an entire park bench all by himself. He's taken full advantage of the kindness of the locals (it's his Birthday don't you know!) and amassed a great wealth of clothing and nessecities and rations. They heap on either side of him along with whole stacks of quizzes and pamphlets that claim to outline his future.]

[If anyone knows how important it is to get the lay of the land and learn the rules before you start breaking them it's Beetlejuice. But also? Paranoia weighs on his shoulders like a soaking wet blanket. It's hard to absorb all this information at once with his pulse rushing his ears and all these newfangled human emotions.]

[Excitement. Worry. Joy. Dread. It all mixes in the pit of his stomach with the booze he's already procured and holds in one hand by the neck. If for some reason you choose to draw nearer to this shabby, scruffy man, he'll hold up a poorly manicured and black-painted finger and mumble out a greeting.]


Hey, hiya, how ya doin', it's nice to meet ya, but let's put a pin in it until I finish this quiz. I'm about to find out which of the most fuckable monsters I'm going to be!


WILDCARD

[Beetlejuice is going to be rambling around the cities making a pest of himself now that he's visible, but also going to be having some serious growing pains before he even starts to explore. If you have an idea for your character to encounter him, go nuts!]
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There's a quiz one? [ That's kind of like a game. Hold on, did she get that pamphlet?

She peers over his shoulder to see if she recognizes it. ]
Which monster did you get?

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Gren | Netflix Cowboy Bebop

[personal profile] themmefatale 2022-03-14 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
ONE;

[Strange. It isn’t scheduled-rain day, but it certainly smells like it. Stranger still - weren’t they just behind the bar at Ana’s? Their dark eyes flutter open, peering up at a cloud-filled sky. Either they’re dreaming, or—

Gren sits bolt upright, wincing at the immediate throb at their temples. The hand that flies up to press against that aching spot is muddy, pretty red painted nails caked with soil. Where the hell…?]


Must’ve been one hell of a party…

[The ditch is new. Blinking as the headache ebbs, they catch sight of the gravestone marking the head of said ditch. ‘Here lies Gren.’ That’s not right. It can’t be.

With trembling hands, they push themselves up from the dirt and onto the damp grass - it feels real enough. Definitely alive. Whoever’s occupying the grave next to theirs, however, was not so lucky, judging by the packed-in soil filling the plot. Crawling closer, they peer through the low light, eyes widening in horror.]


No. No, that’s not possible—

[Ana. It’s Ana’s grave. There’s a knee-jerk reaction, a need that comes without thought: dig. She’d been right there across the bar from them earlier, she’d been talking about next week’s acts. It was a means to distract herself, yeah, but Fearless and his partners had gone and it was safe, there was just no way—

Their hands are already knuckle-deep in the freshly-packed dirt when footsteps nearby shake them from their trance. It’s instinct, to reach for the dual pistols usually concealed under their clothes, but whatever happened between Ana’s and…wherever this place is…the guns are gone.]


You have got to be kidding me.


TWO;

[One thing is crystal clear: whatever this place is, it isn’t Tharsis. It’s almost close enough, with all of the bright lights and the constant hum of activity, but Gren knows the streets of that city like the back of their hand. Wherever they are now, wherever they’ve managed to stumble to, this isn’t home.

Every person who passes makes a conscious effort to avoid them, shoving their noses into newspapers or taking sudden interest in whatever store display is the nearest. Is everyone in this city so unfriendly? Sure, they look a mess, clothes tattered and crusted with fresh dirt - they grimace at the thought - but them? Scary?]


So much for a warm welcome, huh?

[It sends another woman scurrying across the road, as if they're something to be terrified of. As they turn a corner, there’s a man babbling nonsense about—monsters, and changing, and none of it makes a lick of sense. Gren accepts the pamphlet shoved into their hands, the stranger brushing by before they can even manage a thank-you.

Turning the paper over in their dirt-stained hands, they squint down at it. More talk of monsters, of how to predict transformation, not a word of it even remotely helpful or sensible

The sudden blaring of a horn jolts them from their thoughts, stumbling and catching the heel of their shoe on the sidewalk as a car speeds past just inches from where they’d been standing a moment ago. Their arms flail as the torn length of their skirt catches underfoot, sending them crashing into the street, the impact burning the skin of their palms and their knees.

For a dazed moment, all that they’re aware of is the ache of their body, the way that their head spins—

—and then another loud honk and the screeching of tires as a second car comes barreling toward them, too fast to stop.

Maybe the impact will shock them awake in their favorite break spot, sprawled out on the couch in the back room at Ana’s. Maybe this is just some terrible nightmare.

Maybe, just maybe, this is really, really going to hurt.]



THREE;

[It starts with an odd patch of rough skin on their forearm. One morning, Gren wakes and notices it while standing in front of the mirror as they lean over the vanity to apply their mascara. It’s a little off-colored, but they think little of it. Keep it clean, keep an eye on it, seek out a physician if it gets any worse. Nothing to fret over.

Except it does get worse. The next day, it’s spread, and the skin feels raised and smooth under their touch. They wrinkle their nose as they carefully wash the affected area. It doesn’t hurt, but they think about it all day, hidden under the bishop sleeves of their blouse.

Within the week, the scales have broken out over their arms, red splotched with black and white in a pattern that they would find pretty were it not for the fact that it signals the change that they’ve been agonizing over. They’ve gathered enough from listening in on others to know what’s going to happen to them. It’s just been a matter of watching for signs, some kind of indication of what they’re doomed to become. There will be gills sprouting from their neck any time now, and the fins…will those hurt?

That night, they find themselves seated at a bar populated with others like them, others who have already made their fated transformation. They’re not sure who they’re speaking to - it doesn’t matter who's next to them, so long as they have answers.]


So, how long should I expect this to take? The turning, I mean.

[They glance at the person next to them, lips tugging up into a smirk, secretly hoping it hides the terror simmering under the surface.]

Is there some kind of schedule or something?


FOUR;

(If you have something else in mind, go for it! You can also hit me up at [plurk.com profile] owlboxes to plot something out!)
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[But the impact Gren is waiting for doesn't come.

Instead, the sound of the vehicle hitting something resonates, accompanied by the sound of its screeching brakes. The heat of the car's exhaust is practically upon Gren, and what's definitely upon Gren is something... rubbery, and flappy, and just-slightly-moist if we're being very honest here.

Should they look up, what's entirely too close to their face is what looks like the tail of an orca stuck to the back of a rather short woman in a simple 50's era dress, who is holding the car up in her arms while bending back. The shadow of the car hangs above them, the bumper pressed against the girl's pitch-black face, the white shapes on that face glowing brightly now that any light is obscured. She huffs and puffs, eyes wide open and long, beachy-waved hair falling out of where it's looped up in a bun on the top of her head.

The tailed girl shoves the car backward and off her chest, and then forward more and more— until she's able to drop it down on the ground. Almost immediately, she throws her arms up in the air.]


Holee crap! Whoa! I didn't know that was gonna work!

[She spins to face the poor bewildered Gren with no care for where her tail is taking up space, cheering—]

Did you see that? That one's all thanks to Mana, baboh—

[Suddenly it seems to process what Gren has just been through, and Maya drops down into a squat to inspect Gren and their wounds, cooing—]

Oh my gosh, I didn't get you just now, did I? You're not hurt, are you? That was a close one...

[Despite what's clearly grease marks from the underside of the car now covering the front of Maya's dress and dimming the glow on one cheek, It would seem she and her thick orca skin are fairly unharmed.

Behind them, the shocked driver takes a moment to turn off their car and wonder what in the world has decided to happen to them today.]

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Gregory | Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach

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A. [City Shenanigans]

What grabbed Gregory’s attention most about the city wasn’t the way people did or didn’t look at him. No, that was something he was used to, even the looks of pity at times. No, it was how old the city seemed. Somewhere like this actually existed? Sheesh! He might’ve not lived in the most glamorous of ways, but at least it wasn’t so ancient!

You might find the kid holding onto one of the pamphlets, glaring at the thing like he wanted to burn a hole straight through it. “There is no way that a piece of paper can always be correct.” With that, he started ripping it up, grumbling about how monsters weren’t real, anyways.

Or, you’ll find him with one of the natives, him looking between them and the offered food. An almost disdained glare given. Not that he hadn’t wanted it. Why did these people keep doing this? If their idea of a joke was to offer him food, only to take it away when he had hope, then he didn’t want it!

The glare eventually shifted to a questioning (but no less annoyed) look at the stranger, his arms crossed over his chest. A small growl rumbled from his throat. “What the heck is with this? Why do you people keep offering me this crap!”

…Or, perhaps, he could be sneaking around. Eying some food that caught his attention. Going to grab it while no one’s looking- as far as he knows, anyways. Maybe he already grabbed something, eating it as he goes along.

B. [Oh, Deer (Waldgeist Monster Change)] CW: Blood, Teeth, Body Horror

Something Gregory noticed over the past few days was this…persistent sense of pain in his stomach. Gnawing pain, that no matter how much he ate, never went away. Hunger…

At first, he continually rejected food that various natives offered. No way was he trusting that, thank you! Adults, showing kindness? Ha! And yet, now he found himself not just accepting them, but also how he scarfed them down. A few times even coughing and needing a moment from how he just swallowed them down.

This wasn’t working. With the constant pain, he was even more short tempered. He couldn’t understand this. Not even when food was scarce could match the frustration of this. At least he could end the pain then, once he found something! Underneath that anger, though? He was afraid. The fear he could never be full again. Always starving. Neverending. Fear overriding his frustration as he ate the slice of bread he stole.

“It-it’s not-! Wh-why isn’t it-!?” He covered his mouth, eyes shut tight so the building tears wouldn’t escape. A strangled, pained cry escaped his throat as he doubled over. From his back, little knobs poked up and out along his spine, barely audible cracking accompanying them. Gregory’s hand on his side clutched his shirt, the poor boy trembling. His ragged breathing mixed with choked cries, the knobs along his back only growing bigger.

Tighter and tighter. Something sharp, under his skin- Bone burst out with a rip. Blood followed close behind, staining his shirt. Strangled screams caught in Gregory’s throat, his legs finally giving out. He caught himself with his free hand.

…Why could he taste iron? Gregory pulled his hand away, seeing the blood that followed. Another pained groan and he held his mouth again. Both to hide the blood and some attempt to soothe the ache in his jaw. An ache that changed to feeling like his teeth had been pulled out. Gregory yelped, spitting his teeth into his hand. He straightened and held his cheek with his other hand, hissing slightly. “Ow, ow…”

When he glanced at his hand, he winced and dropped the surprisingly high number of teeth. With the worst of the change over, he tried to get up, ignoring how he trembled like a leaf.

[Wildcard!]

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[personal profile] cratecrasher 2022-03-15 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Oh dear, indeed. There's a bright orange pig walking the streets with a pack on his back full of a few small things that a newly changing monster might be in need of- considering his usual place of residence. So when this minotaur's keen ears pick up the sounds of pain and then his nose eventually catches up on the scent of blood, Crash is over there regardless of how receptive the individual might be.

And that's exactly what Crash does as he approached the bloodied kid, offering forward a fuzzy (beneath fingerless gloves of course) hand for helping him up with a concerned frown.
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jet black | cowboy bebop (netflix)

[personal profile] bitesdown 2022-03-14 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
one

Jet thinks it's a mole man at first, covered in dirt and continuing to live with no immediate memory of what's happened. The logical explanation is a short-range explosive that gave him a concussion; this much is within the parameters of doing a job for Jet. Cowboying is hard, harder than ever since he's been without his left hand man. His right hand is synthetic and it's supposed to be better, but it's still attached to Jet at the end of the day.

He gets a glance at the tombstone beside him before he's reaching out and--

a ) he's looking beside him, asking, "Hey, want some help?"? or

b ) Jet's slapping the gravekeeper right into the open grave beside him after catching the swing of the shovel and following up with a stunning strike of his own prosthetic arm.

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two

Jet actually takes every pamphlet granted to him because adverts aren't really threats. It's the harsh eyes he keeps himself somewhat positioned against.

"I mean at least you'd expect some sorta gambling in a backwater place like this, right..?" He offers to anyone while keeping his ears and eyes perked. "What's anyone doing around here for work? Or fun?"

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three ( arcade )

You can find Jet trying out the rail-shooters, cursing when he finds it's impossible to progress on his own even if he is a crack-shot. He won't hop on the dance machines, though he watches others and may well urge them into trying the shoot games or other arcade prospects. There's a doll up for grabs he thinks he could win for his daughter with enough tickets - for when he escapes this 'planet' - you see, which he may or may not be up front about when he approaches another gamer here.
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wheezes i'll... probably still tag you with Spike but first

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Souda just happens to be passing by, lugging what appears to be a car bumper over his shoulder, taking advantage of the fog to get things done on the streets during the day. He catches what Jet's saying just as he passes the guy, and offers,

"Gambling? Dude, there's a Casino down the way called the Lucky 38," with a friendly little tone that probably sounds pretty strange considering Souda is actually the size and shape of a theme park mascot right now. He's still shorter than Jet, of course, but he barely looks real, with his gatorlike body decked in blue coveralls and good ol' dragon face. Still, he talks to Jet as if he barely remembers he's actually kind of freaky.

"You can pick up a job pretty easy too, if ya keep asking around..."

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Quentin Beck | Spider-Man: Far From Home

[personal profile] thegreatmysterio 2022-03-15 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
1. The Grave

[A grave. That’s new, Quentin thinks a bit deliriously as he wakes up, sight bleary and strange. Everything is cold and damp, clammy in a way that leaves him thinking of Venice for some goddamn reason, how the water got into his shoes somehow no matter how careful he was. His chest aches like he was donkey-kicked by fucking Parker, and the rest of his body feels heavy and strange. Weighted down like something sitting on top of him. Why is he in the ground?

…Was he shot? Things are still blurry around the edges, but he thinks he was shot. That fucking brat got him shot-

(Why couldn’t Peter just fucking die when he was supposed to?)

He tries to speak, and all that comes out is a strange sort of rattle. A hissing of breath that scrapes unpleasantly in his throat. When he coughs, all it does is jar something loose with a pain that results in a shuddering sort of gasp. Jesus fuck, what happened to his fucking ribs? He can still taste blood in the back of his mouth.

When he does manage to finally speak, his voice is thready and weak. It helps that he’s already in a grave, considering he sounds like he has a foot in it.
]

I… is anybody there? Please-?

[ Anybody drawn by the faltering request for help will find a man in a mo-cap suit, already half-buried in dirt. Face very pale, and in addition to the usual scratches and scrapes there are some… out of place bloodstains on his upper torso, small holes in the fabric where no wound bleeds anymore. He’ll need some help getting up, or even being dug out.

He will, however, recognize a few names on the tombstones around him: William Ginter Riva, Victoria Snow, Gutes Guterman, and Janice Lincoln. His crew, around him even in death. In the graves he’d once threatened to put them into.

Underneath his own name on his tombstone, almost mockingly, he’ll see Mysterio, savior of London as an afterthought.
]


2. The City

[By the third time Quentin’s nearly hit by a car, he gives up on any vague politeness. He’s incensed, and fucking pissed because this is not London, this isn’t even fucking Prague, he’s in some backwater who-knows-where and he is done as he slams his hands heavily onto the hood of the wildly outdated car. Rage and pure spite are what’s keeping him going at the moment.]

Hey! Use your fucking eyes, I’m walking here! Right of way mean anything to you?

[The driver just honks at him, making a brief obscene gesture, and Quentin flips him off right back. Bares his teeth, and feels a horrible sort of delight at how their face pales.

It doesn’t lessen the sense of unease he’s feeling, goosebumps prickling over his skin. He’s also becoming more and more aware of the sorry state he’s in, which honestly just makes him even happier to lash out and get some kind of grip on the situation. Quentin’s too angry to even think of playing the pitiful newcomer act, wild-eyed as he heads to the other side of the street.

When some hapless do-gooder shoves a pamphlet into his hands, he nearly tears it apart on principle. Then he looks down, and has to do a double-take because what.

What fucking bullshit is this, What To Expect When You’re Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster).

It’s enough to make him vaguely switch gears, with an underlying thread of tension still pulling his shoulders taunt. He turns to someone else who at least seems similarly out of sorts, or just has the similar ‘just crawled out of the grave’ vibe he does.
]

…Okay, are you seeing this too? I don’t think I got a concussion, but this is giving me second thoughts. Many second thoughts, actually. Fifty of ‘em.

[He waves the pamphlet in demonstration, making a face as he notices the… many other pamphlets that the helpful citizen looks absolutely eager to push at him. His attempt at politeness is quickly thinning as his words coming out rather clipped and pointed.]

No, I don’t need fifty of those, thank you.


3. The Arcade

[ The first time during this entire nightmare journey Quentin finds himself even relaxing is in the arcade. Shoulders finally slumping, tilting his face up as if to bask in the neon lights. The sounds of pinball machines and the bleep-blooping of old arcade cabinets is grating, but at the same time… familiar.

Safe.

It’s a fucking technicolor dreamland compared to the place he’d been spit up into, Bavan or whatever the fuck. Feels far more familiar to him and his ‘modern’ sensibilities than anywhere else. He settles himself into a relatively quiet and dark corner, leaning against the wall. The dark jacket some delightfully helpful villager had tossed him is large on his frame, but helps hide the worst of the scratches, and bloodstains from…

(Yeah, he’s not going to complete that thought. He can still hear the shattering of glass in his ears, remember a bruising grip around his wrist.)

Quentin watches the room lazily as he rolls his left wrist loosely, and nothing crunches. Can’t quite hide the slight fascination and hunger in his gaze as the little robots trundle around, their outer shells reflecting the lights of the arcade. When he speaks, he can’t help the bit of wonder that slips into his tone.
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Well, would you look at that? Wonder how they got those things going. Wonder how the hell they got any of this place set up.


4. The Change [Manticore!] CW: weird bone breaking/growing stuff, eventual teeth loss and blood

[It’s the cold that tips Quentin off, first. The fact that it makes him grow sluggish and lazy, sends him scuttling indoors to the warmest spots he can find. He layers and layers, but nothing seems to help.

Then it’s the goddamn hair.

He can ignore the first few white hairs, because he’s already been doing that for a few years already. Can partially ignore the way that salt-and-pepper starts to spread. The color shift starts out patchily at his temples, then spreads down into his bead, into goddamn everything, but then-

Look. He’s always been a bit of a hairy guy, but this is fucking ridiculous. The shit sprouting up like grass across his shoulders, down his fucking arms, all over his back and chest. Every time he manages to shave, it always comes back damn near overnight. The shit on top of his head can be trimmed back at least, his beard vaguely maintained, but even that growth threatens to outpace him. Even if the fur helps keep away the chill, hiding in layers and hats is unsustainable as it contributes to him overheating.

Then his arms and feet hurt, all the fucking time. Growing pains that make his hands shake, his steps falter as he tries not to trip over himself. His sense of balance has shifted somehow, and he can’t quite manage to keep up with it.

The goddamn aches never go away, eventually spread up to his jaw-

By the time the fog rolls in, the ache’s gnawed him through. Left him feeling strangely worn and fragile, like a piece of cloth held together by straining threads.

When he tries to cut through a back alley in Bavan, something in one of his legs twists with a sickening crack, and leaves him eating absolute shit. Scrabbling to push himself against the wall of a nearby building with an animalistic keen, and his fucking jaw still hurts-
]

What the fuck, what the fuck-

[He could accept the hair and the goddamn growing pains as some weird shit to live with, but legs snapping out of shape on their own and- and starting to move is something else.]
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[nearby, a cafe door opens just as Beck says 'no, I don't need fifty of these, thank you'. The man who steps out is about the same height, dressed in a warm midnight-blue hoodie and black jeans, but his skin is bottle-green, and the massive hands wrapped around a latte end in blunted yellow claws. when the man turns toward Beck to smile warmly, his teeth are sharp and wide, ruining the expression somewhat]

Good call. Half of them aren't true, anyway. You're better off with a copy of the guide they sell down by the casino.

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Yuya Sakaki | Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC V

[personal profile] pendulumentertainment 2022-03-16 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Graveyard Shift

[Yuya awakens groggily, the smell of earth is overwhelming to him and is the first thing to rouse him from a deep sleep.

He's in a hole, in the ground...

Perplexed, he sits up and peeks over the edge of the hole. It's dark, but he sees it. The grave stones.]


What...

[He says aloud to himself, before completely standing up. Still in the hole.]

I-is this some kind of joke? Because it's not a very good one!

2. Out And About

[He's okay with attention, he'd have to be to be an entertainment duelist. What he wasn't okay with was the pamphlets. Things about becoming a monster... It made his stomach churn at the thought of it, of being something that hurts others.

'Not again' he thought, though he still tried to smile while handing the pamphlet back to the kind street merchant.]


Um, Thanks but no thanks! [He chuckles, but it's clear how uncomfortable he is.]

3. Arcade Visit

[Okay, now he's really lost. But at least it seems to be a rather neat looking place. Arcades are always a fun time, though he never really bothered with them much. To anyone observing him, he seems to be looking for a token dispensary Or really anything that will let him play the games.]

4. Not Again (Gargoyle)

[He was laughing, Yuya was laughing, even though he wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Hiding away in a dark alley, the green and red headed kid desperately tried to hide a set of leather like wings underneath his school uniform to little success.]

It's not happening again- i-it's definitely not...

[He keeps trying to convince himself, as if he's ignoring everything else wrong about him and this situation.]

5. Wildcard

[Hi yeah its me again hi, if you want to mess around with something that happened in the past or talk out another scenario let me know! You can also reach me at [plurk.com profile] AppleFox83 though I'll be slow to respond!]
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Yuya!

[You know, assuming the kid still remembers Crash, a certain orange pig that wastes no time in bounding up toward him. And shows no hesitation about grabbing him despite the whole temporary human thing. Or toward bringing said helpless teenager into an enthusiastic hug.

The minotaur can't help that his fur is not very soft against human skin, but the texture is nowhere near as bad as what Yuya inflicted as a very spiky goblin.]

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Ronstadt || Ronstadt (podcast) - will match format

[personal profile] ronstadt 2022-03-17 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
𝟙: 𝕀 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔸 𝕄𝕒𝕚 𝕋𝕒𝕚, ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝔸 ℤ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕖
[he's woken up smelling worse, but that was a year ago, when he was still on the road, still searching for answers. so Ronstadt is a little surprised when he wakes up in the dark and what's beneath him doesn't feel like his own bed. on reflex, he reaches out to push the sheets off, and doesn't find them. he tries to sit and bangs his head on the lid of his coffin, but only for a second before he pushes it open, dirt and moss clumps raining down into his already-disheveled hair.]

Theeeee hell?

[he reaches up and haphazardly shakes his mop of hair as clean as it'll get pre-shower, and looks around. the familiar tingle in his blood that always heralds the presence of the supernatural or the just plain hinky is nowhere to be felt, and somehow that's even less comforting than the fact that he's woken up in a grave.]

Yo, Vox, what's even going on here...?

[he mutters the question, partly to himself, but the little Rasta voice that's his magical Alexa or Siri has very little to say. nothing at all, in fact. then Ronstadt remembers that he lost HeadVox the last time he got clocked hard, and ... that's probably exactly what happened to get him here. maybe it was The Head. Maybe it was another group of Shadowmancers. Or maybe, even worse, it was Hattie's family, and she'd been absolutely right about her suspicions. Ronstadt climbs out of the coffin in skinny black jeans and a checkered button-down shirt over a neon pink tee, about to call for his witch friend when her name dies on his lips.]

HATTIE HONEYBUTTER, 19?? - 2021

No. No, SHIT, no. Not Hattie.

[Ronstadt crawls over to the next grave and starts pawing at the dirt, hoping that she's been buried alive like he had - but his friend's grave is hard-packed, not nearly as fresh. big boys don't cry, but he's really thinking about doing some serious growing down.]

This is the grave trader, isn't it. He finally cashed in. Goddammit!

[his anger pushes him to his feet, and he bellows as loud as his grave-dry throat will allow]

YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT INVOLVING ANYONE ELSE! JUST ME! BRING HER BACK!

𝟚: 𝔸-𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤, 𝔹-𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤
[A city is a city is a city, most people say. Most people haven't been to L.A. And this? This is no City of Angels. Sure, that guy just honked at me for daring to cross the street, but I've got to cross somewhere. Have none of these people heard of a crosswalk? Oh. Maybe they're British and I need to call it a zebra crossing. Still not gonna make one magically show up... Wish Hattie'd taught me a crosswalk spell. Wish she'd taught me anything that was somewhere between Sparkle Party and Total Obliteration, for that matter. Magic or no magic, I see a bar at the end of the block. It might as well have spotlights on it. I may not have any money right now, but I'll beg. I'll wash dishes, I'll shine shoes, just give me the closest thing to a Mai Tai this place has... Ronstadt's internal monologue is cut short by a local who approaches, waving a handful of pamphlets on Nephilim at him. Oh, boy. Guess no matter whee I go there's a religious nutjob handing out flyers. Human condition. He stops to take one, one hand still stuffed in the pocket of his jeans.]

Uh, thanks.

[he's about to give it a cursory glance when he spots a monster - or even a partial one, not finished transforming - and stops in his tracks.]

Hey! Uh, 'scuse me. Sorry, you might get this a lot, but .... I'm really seein' you, right? You're here? Because usually, when I see Side B stuff or people like you? I can feel it. And right now I can't feel a thing. I think I'm busted. Is there a witch doctor or something around?

𝟜: 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥< (cw: a harpy boy! pinfeathers/body horror)
[when he wakes up, he doesn't notice anything different. mostly because he never bothers combing his hair: he just gets up, shakes his head a few times, and lets the chips fall where they may. by the time he gets to his temporary gig stocking shelves at the conbini, his shoulders and elbows are itching. once in a while a customer passing him in the aisle gives him an odd stare, but mostly they just give him understanding nods - especially the monstrous customers.

he figures he's just slowly becoming a familiar face. then there's a particularly sharp twinge in his shoulder and he nearly drops the box of Hello Panda cookies he was stocking with a strangled yelp.]


Ow! What the hell? That ain't just dry skin ...

[he pulls off his long-sleeved work shirt, intending to pull up his t-shirt sleeve underneath to investigate... and sees several pale needle-like protrusions making their way through his skin at his elbow. they almost look like claws at first glance, but when he gingerly runs a finger over them, he winces as he realizes they're definitely connected, and deep, like follicles with a vengeance. what he hadn't noticed is that his Rod-Stewart-esque mop of hair has already transformed into a sulfur-crested cockatoo's bright, thick plumage]

Oh, good. I've found my terrifying experience for the day. I was beginning to wonder when it'd show up.

#. ℕ𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕆𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕦𝕟: [ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕕𝕒𝕣]
Okay, I have a question. What do people here do instead of dialing 9-1-1?
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eat the trouble maker usually :)

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Margaret Booth | American Horror Story: 1984

[personal profile] auriculectomy 2022-03-17 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[SCENARIO ONE]

[It's a good thing Margaret no longer needs to breathe; she'd have been bound to inhale some of the loose dirt scattered copiously on and around her if she did. Margaret was a lich when she disappeared and she remains a lich even now, and so the moist soil simply cakes itself into the raw, putrid ends of her limb and neck stumps instead.

She's only mildly groggy upon waking, brushing the dirt from her meticulously-feathered hair and wondering why she's waking up in a filthy hole. Did she pass out somewhere, her decaying appearance fooling passersby into thinking she was an actual dead body? It's all she can think of at first, and once she looks up and sees that tombstone with her name on it, all attempts to reason further are driven from her mind. Her characteristically one-track mind.]


My God...

[Margaret has always given death a lot of thought. As both a serial killer and a born-again evangelical fundamentalist, how could she not? The deaths of her victims, the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and in Ryslig, her own death and immediate resurrection into her current, monstrous form. And now...and now! She knows herself to be a favored child of God, but to think He would raise her from death a second time! Not even His own Son had received such a profound gift.]

Through the grace and mercy of Jesus Christ, I have risen again!

[Now she's standing upright in her grave in order to reverently run her fingers over the base of her gravestone. Please, come give her a reality check--not that she's likely to heed one.]
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YELLS I MISSED U

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[ izō ends up in this graveyard too often. maybe now that he's a minotaur he takes some comfort in the layout of the place or just that it's quieter than roaming the streets. whatever the reason, he's ended up here at some point and then passed out from however much drinking he'd done overnight. as one would expect, someone yelling about the grace of jesus when izō is just waking up with a splitting headache is not amazing.. ]

Oi! Shut the fuck up!

[ the yelling comes from the lumpy shape covered in wet leaves that is the minotaur in a weird raincoat. he doesn't seem to care — or hasn't realised — that someone's just... risen from the grave. it's fine. ]

I MISSED YOU TOO!!

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Mikan Tsumiki | Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

[personal profile] ouchiesbegone 2022-03-17 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Disclaimer!: This is Mikan at the start of the game before the remembering disease!

DIRT NAP

[She naps soundly, peacefully even. Even while laying in the dirt... Until something drops on her head.

It starts as a gasp, but turns into a sort of wail of panic as the girl scrambles to right herself.]


I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't realize I fell asleep- [She pauses, looking like she's holding back tears as she looks around sheepishly... She realizes very quickly that what had awoken her was not a person.

It was just some dirt.]


Oh.

[She sniffs, and seems to calm herself down just a bit before standing up and climbing out of the hole. Whether she takes notice of the gravestones is unclear, she seems more focused on getting the dirt out of her hair and looking for someone... anyone. Even a bully.]

PANIC! AT RYSLIG

I'm sorry!

[It's pathetic sounding, and mixes in with the rest of her apologies. Each time an onlooker so much as gives her a dirty look, the girl looks like she's about to burst into tears.

What did she do wrong? Where is she anyways? This isn't the island she was on before with all those nice people...

Her demeanor seems to scare away any of the pamphlet holders, afraid to make a girl cry. Though she seems to be about to cry anyways.]


WILDCARD

[PM me with any info if you think you have something of interest we could play out! Also feel free to contact me on plurk! [plurk.com profile] AppleFox83]
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PANIC! AT RYSLIG (I love that header btw)

[personal profile] sweetrabbitwithswords 2022-03-19 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I...Pardon?

[Elizabeth was quite confused. She had been on her way to meet a friend when she heard someone in distress. Quickly rushing towards the sound, the sight she saw bewildered her. There was a young lady, older than her, apologizing profusely. She didn't seem to be in danger or anything. Even the pamphlet people were leaving her alone.

So why was she so upset? And why was she constantly apologizing? Shaking her confusion away at the moment, she approached the woman and frowned in concern.]


Is something bothering you, miss?
derletztetanz: Here but now they're gone (All our times have come)

Der Tod | Elisabeth das Musical

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2022-03-17 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Won't You Spare Me Over 'Til Another Year? - Graveyard

Well, here's a bit of irony.

Glittering blue eyes narrow at the headstone, broad shoulders squared and taut after clawing their way out of the grave.

'Der Tod,' the name reads. That suits fine enough. They've always been fond of that variation. The dates, on the other hand...they're simply unreadable, garbled, scraped, like they've been carved and scratched and carved again ad-nauseum.

It would be funny, almost, if it weren't so irksome that someone had tried to classify their existence at all. Like a human. They may have taken an appearance for ease, all fine and angular features, bright eyes, golden hair...but that doesn't make them human. They are beyond that, the chill that reaches across the veil, the force that binds all.

Pointedly, they are trying to ignore the sting in their skin, the heaviness to their form, the ache in their bones. This cannot be. It simply can't.

No one can bury Death itself.


Nothing Satisfies Me But Your Soul - City

More than the bustle of the City, what strikes Der Tod about wandering through Bavan is the eyes upon them. They are not used to being seen unless they mean to be, unless they ALLOW it, and...here they are, being gawked at. It's hard to say whether they like the attention or not. It's...new, and so few things have been new to them since time immemorial.

They stop nearby a burger stand, taking a seat upon a bench to collect themselves - and then their brows knit together, a gloved hand pressing to their abdomen. They can smell food cooking, and their gut churns, an unfamiliar feeling.

"I'm...hungry," they breathe, to no one in particular. Their voice is like the hiss of wind through a crypt. There is confusion there, and in the set of their lips, the tilt of their head. They have never been hungry before.


Leave the Body and Leave it Cold - Changes - Vampire - cw: tooth stuff, and Death, but like, the actual act of dying, not the character I'm writing a test drive for because I can see how that would get confusing

So this is what it's like.

They're on their knees on the sidewalk, the books they had been carrying back from the library scattered on the ground. Sweat beads on their forehead, sticking pale blonde hair to even paler skin. One hand is over their heart, feeling the beat getting more and more labored by the moment. It hurts. It hurts, and they are such a stranger to pain in this way. They knew this was going to happen, but - nothing could have prepared them for being on this end of it.

They aren't aware of your presence, really, their blood rushing in their ears. There is a wrenching in their jaw, and they hiss, a cornered rattlesnake, a dangerous animal about to strike.

They spit out a canine tooth, and it rattles along the ground to land at your feet.


O' Death - Wildcard

((Surprising absolutely no one, this is Vin! Feel free to hmu for a wildcard on Plurk at LadyVincira or Discord at Vincira#8472))
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City

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"Hi, Hungry, I'm Lawrence." It was impossible to resist, even in the whirl of new emotions and experiences, the urge to be annoying.

A filthy man clad in stripes stands nearby, half a burger in his hand, the other half smeared on his face. He chews with his mouth open and seems perfectly delighted to have Der Tod settled within his view. They were easy on the eyes!

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clark kent || dc comics

[personal profile] kryptonize 2022-03-18 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)

i. graveyard.


[make no mistake, clark knows well the smell of damp earth. there's almost something comforting about waking up to it -- springtime at dawn, working the farm with his father, the cool morning dew lingering on the grass as the warm sun rises on the horizon.

only, this isn't home. there's no pleasant sunrise, his father isn't laughing beside him, and clark isn't plowing the soft soil to sow seeds in it, he's buried in it. the air isn't refreshing but instead acrid, and he bolts upright in his grave, coughing and sputtering and wiping dirt from his face.]


Hello? Is someone there? There's been some kind of mistake --

[he calls out with all the confidence of a man who'd lived his entire life up until this point almost completely invulnerable. anyone else would be clawing their way out of that 6-foot hole in fear of whoever dug this grave and dumped them in it, but maybe this is just the kind of 'built different' that comes from being raised in the midwest? clark scrambles up and out of the dirt with little grace and lies, a little winded, on his back.]

This is, without a doubt, one of the weirdest things that's ever happened to me. And that's really saying something.

ii. city.


[this place is totally unlike any city clark's experienced before. actually, that's not entirely true; some bits give him an eerie sort of déjà vu for gotham, yet at the same time he knows that city too well to mistake the two for one another.

it's all extremely unsettling. he's dressed rather ordinarily (save for a little dirt, which he wears comfortably anyway as a country boy at heart) and yet people still either stare at him a moment too long or quickly avert their gazes in fear. sometimes both in rapid succession. admittedly, he's a little used to getting this kind of attention as superman, but hardly anyone gives him a second glance as clark kent.]


Look, gentlemen, I appreciate your concern, really, but I think you've got me mistaken for someone else. [is a sort of catch-all response to the variety of strangers approaching him. they speak in a range of emotions and accents, seeming to only advance more as they realize clark is neither afraid nor much of a threat at the moment.] Um. I mean it, I'm not really...

[both hands raise defensively in a display completely unbefitting any kind of hero. which is possibly fitting after all, as he is a totally ordinary and very normal young man with no strange abilities to speak of. definitely.]

iii. changes. ( vampire / emeto mention )


[at first, the changes are subtle. easy to miss. accidentally biting his lip, an allergic reaction to certain jewellery, a mild rash on his neck. the heightened senses are hardly noticed at all -- clark is well accustomed to hearing and smelling things no ordinary human could, after all. he only starts to feel a sense of alarm when he both loses his appetite and his body begins to reject food.

he's ill, that's all. his body must have a weakened immune system after going so long being pretty much unaffected by earth's diseases, so it's understandable that he'd pick up a stomach bug from a new place. in fact, he's in search of a clinic for some medical advice when he finally notices something is amiss.]


Um... That's weird, right? [clark kent stares directly into the window of a nearby office building. under normal circumstances, he'd be looking into the bright blue eyes of an equally confused reflection. he points at the glass and exclaims vaguely into the space around him, as though there's anyone nearby who's about to answer him casually.] You can't even see me, I... That's really creepy.

[sometimes the absence of anything strange is more peculiar than the presence of something strange. it certainly is at present, as the 'that' in question would be the complete and total lack of a reflection looking back at him. one can see both other pedestrians walking by and employees inside the building, paying no mind to this outburst, but the source of it remains missing.]

I mean, is this one of those special funhouse mirrors or something? It has to be, right?
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[personal profile] getmeoutofthedraft 2022-03-19 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you know, we hear that a lot.

[And it's getting weirder, although not much weirder, because here's a skeleton in a sports jacket, ambling through the fog and rain. His hands are in his pockets. Probably. It's hard to tell, because his arms stop about four inches short of the wrists. Something's in his pockets.]

You, uh... you need a hand there, buddy?

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Lea | Kindgom Hearts (post-III)

[personal profile] bondblaze 2022-03-19 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
i. graveyard
[ Waking up face down in the dirt isn't quite what he'd expected, not that it hasn't happened before. It's dark, smells like there's been recent rainfall… Shifting around uncomfortably it becomes dauntingly apparent that he's sat in a ditch, haphazard dirt walls on either side of him. Well great, that's just fantastic. Pushing himself to his feet, he realises he's not anywhere he's been before– it looks like a graveyard, certainly, but nothing like any of the ones he's been to, not enough sand. No pumpkins. ]

Ugh. Couldn't have sent me somewhere warmer? Less depressing?

[ With seemingly effortless stealth, he begins to move away from the ditch, in search of his friends. ]

ii. city
Geez, monsters?

[ Lea can be found sitting on a bench in a quieter part of town, long legs sprawled out in front of him with little care for passersby, looking over some pamphlets, boredom etched across his face. No one told him there'd be reading involved, and it all sounds stupid anyway – what are these monsters anyway? They don't sound like Heartless, so they must be something native to this world… well whatever that's not his problem. World order and all that. Idly, he scratches the back of his neck as he continues to read. ]

iii. change
[ The light feels wrong, instead, he's found himself slinking into the familiarity of shadows and hiding within the comfort they seem to provide. It's getting harder to interact with things, he's struggling to maintain his own shape, slipping in and out of corporeality. Maybe it's in one of the back alleys, sheltered from the light, or maybe it's in the dead of night when he reaches out to you, making an attempt to grasp at your arm and largely failing. ]

iv. wildcard
[ since these prompts are short, if they don't work for you feel free to toss something else at me or hmu at [plurk.com profile] nixthat on plurk! ]
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[personal profile] epitaffio 2022-03-19 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Long legs, indeed. It's the sort of thing that stands out to just about anybody.

... Unless your name is Vinegar Doppio, and you are extremely preoccupied with figuring out why this newt is headed straight down the sidewalk instead of retreating into the grass. If that's the case, then you are very much the kind of person to fail to see any legs in your way before it's too late to stop yourself from tripping over them.

Which is how he falls down on the pavement hands first, his spaded tail curling in embarrassment.]


Ow, ow...

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SQ | Gnosia

[personal profile] totallylied 2022-03-20 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
SCENARIO ONE

[ So SQ has to admit, when she crawls out of her grave and spots her name on the tombstone - maybe she's a bit afraid at first. If her stomach clenches and she feels a little sick, and if she finds it hard to breathe for just a moment - it's not like anyone needs to know, right?

But, well. She's clearly not dead, is she? She can feel herself alive and breathing, so there's no real point in worrying about what the grave could mean. And just like that, SQ shrugs off the fear like it was never there, instead becoming overtaken by a sudden curiosity about her surroundings.

It's not long before she spots someone else... someone who happens to be lying in a grave, just like she was. After a brief evaluation of the situation - they're probably not dangerous, and it looks like they're in the same situation as SQ was - she runs over, holding a hand out to help pull them out of the dirt.

And with a smile, she says- ]


So, like... do you know what's going on? Oh, and like, are you okay and stuff? Wow, I totally should've started with that!!

SCENARIO TWO

[ SQ's never got such mixed reception in her life. ...On the one hand, she's had several people come up to her already, and they've given her all kinds of things - food, some (admittedly rather ugly) clothes... even a couple of pamphlets that she took with a smile and a thank you as she continued to weave her way through the crowd.

But then there's the rest. There's those who stare, and shuffle away when she comes near, as if they're afraid of her. Then there's those who glare, with a malice in their expressions that's difficult to describe in words. SQ does her best to avoid those people as best she can. It's not like she's particularly afraid or anything - she can't imagine that she'd be attacked in the middle of a crowded place like this, and anyway, it's not like being scared is going to help her... but it's worth at least being aware of the possible danger, right?

Eventually, though, she does notice something a little... concerning. And so, she turns to the nearest person she can find who looks like they might help, and pats them on the shoulder to get their attention. ]


Excuse me? Could, I, like, borrow you for a second?

WILDCARD

[ Feel free to throw anything at SQ here! ]
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Scenario One

[personal profile] i_am_emmet 2022-03-22 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Emmet was greatly appreciative of the help getting out of his own grave by the redhead as he looked back for a second and saw his own name on a gravestone, his eyes widening for a brief moment before turning back to her and listening to her questions. He bowed his head in a nod of appreciation before going to answer her questions.]

I am Emmet. I feel like I have been run over by a train.

[He looked down at himself and he looked it too, his coat covered in mud and himself covered in various wounds]

And you?

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Takumi | Fire Emblem: Fates (Revelation route)

[personal profile] ashibumi 2022-03-21 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Graveyard

[Waking up dead in a ditch is not Takumi's idea of a good time. In fact, the second his eyes shoot open and he breathes in the scent of damp, musty dirt, he's almost positive it's just one of his nightmares. A very real, very vivid nightmare. That doesn't make it any more pleasant or palatable, but it at least gives him an explanation to work with. Better that than nothing.

It's when he's pressing his fingers into the dirt to get up that he begins to suspect. The cold seeping through the leather of his gloves, the vague lingering dampness on his back and the dirt and debris in his hair are all details far too realistic even for his nightmares, and the subject matter is horrifying in a far more subtle way compared to what he's used to. Right now, if this were a typical nightmare, hands would be shooting out of the ground beneath him to pull him back down, or someone would be shoveling dirt in on him and he wouldn't be able to so much as scream. He wouldn't be freely standing here in an open pit, staring up at the sky, shivering with the chill but not actively being terrorized by even the most invisible of forces.

Climbing out to get his bearings is the most important thing, even with the dread gnawing at his gut and skin prickling uncomfortably on the back of his neck. It only takes a couple of tries to get a good purchase on the dirt with both his hands and his feet, but once he manages to claw his way up and out, he's met with a horrifying sight: rows and rows of graves, all untouched... except for his own.]


... what?

[His name is on his own gravestone. On either side are familiar names: Sumeragi, Ikona, Mikoto, and he can make out the names of his siblings as he scans frantically down the line. All untouched. All thoroughly buried.

Maybe this is a nightmare after all.]



2. City

[Escaping from the graveyard was no simple task, but now Takumi is faced with an even more formidable environment: the urban jungle.

Nowhere in Hoshido or Nohr or anywhere he's familiar with is quite like this place, and he abruptly feels disoriented by all of the lights and sounds and smells. It's bad enough that he has to dodge an oncoming bus, and worse still that he bumps into some poor woman, but his rushed apology is halfhearted at best. There's way too much going on, and it's somehow similar to and different than a battlefield at the same time. Maybe if he focuses his attention that way, it will be easier.

Unfortunately, just as he does, someone bumps into him, and the displaced prince whirls around in a fury on the poor man, causing him to drop his handful of pamphlets in a flurry.]


Watch where you're going!

[Maybe a little uncalled for, but the stress is getting to him. And honestly, are you going to argue with a man that looks like he's just stepped out of feudal Japan? At least he's not armed.]
Edited 2022-03-21 19:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] soundsurfing 2022-03-22 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a lot easier being on the lookout for newcomers as a squirrel, and that's exactly what Beat is doing, working his way through the streets of Bavan, clinging to buildings or dodging around feet.

Hearing the outburst is easy enough, the dulcet sounds of a newcomer on the verge of a panic attack. Making his way over, he perches himself on some bewildered persons head to get a better lookout, swatting the hand that reaches for him with his tail until the person gives up trying to remove him.

... Huh, that's a look the newcomer has. Reminds him of comic books.]


'Ey, no reason to be mean, they jus' tryin' to help.

[Who spoke, the squirrel or the now very fucking puzzled person.]

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Emmet | Pokemon

[personal profile] i_am_emmet 2022-03-22 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Scenario One

[To say Emmet felt like he was hit by a train would be an understatement. He felt like he was hit by the train and dragged off the tracks by Ratata for the sole purpose of chewing on his bones. His pristine white coat was stained brown with mud and blood from the various wounds on his person. As he regained his senses and found himself in a ditch he realized it was a grave. . The rush of sitting up suddenly made him wobble for a second as he stood up and looked at the name on the stone.

In clear bold letters was his name. He quickly turned his head to look around to see where he was to confirm that this was a nightmare. Maybe he had fallen asleep in the Pokemon Center in Pasio, even though he wasn’t one for afternoon naps at all. That would explain away Ingo’s name on a gravestone. Out of habit, he reached for his pokeballs and felt nothing there, more proof of this being a nightmare. He had heard of people having lucid dreams, and perhaps he should make the best of it.

But he never hurt in a dream before. The pinch he gave himself did not wake him up either, perhaps someone’s Pokemon accidentally put him to sleep in the Pokemon Center and he was just stuck under the spell until someone woke him up?

He crawled out of the grave and noticed the lights in the distance and heard the set of jingling keys. He decided he was going to lurch forward and investigate, besides, anything would be better than staying near graves that read his and Ingo’s names. But still, he had to turn back and shiver to look at the two stones-Ingo and Emmet, side-by-side even in death.

Then he turned from the matching graves and marched away from them.]
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[Peter really is not paying attention.

He should be, given he emerged from his own grave only moments ago, but panic rattles in his chest. Confusion and fear meld together.

He can't be dead, he can't-

He runs through the graveyard, sneakers squelching in the mud as he sucks in a panicky breath.
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No, nonono-

[Somehow he doesn't see Emmett in the haze of panic. The teenager yelps as he collides with the older man. He collides with him hard enough Peter hits the ground hard enough her jars himself back.

When he realizes what he's done, his eyes widen. He flounders to get up, but his legs aren't cooperating with him.
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Oh my god- I'm so, so, so sorry!

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EMMET!?! OH MY GOSH EMMET???

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