TDM: MAY/JUNE

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TDM: MAY/JUNE

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up 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.

Comments

[faeshim]

[there's an unspoken 'and?' in dae's expression. time doesn't mean a whole lot to long-lived creatures. and besides that-]

We don't have anywhere better to go. [so what if they're there all day? at least they'll be entertained, one from the telling and the other from listening. and from the beginning, rosso doesn't disappoint. daeshim can picture it all in his head as he goes along.] That's quite an interesting family!

[he's not sure if he's using that word correctly. daeshim doesn't have much experience with it himself, unless the humans who remained in the ruinwood with him count. (daeshim would count them.)

but the fae's eyes get a little more narrow when he starts talking about this soren ventus though. like he's trying to see something inside of rosso. and finds it.]

I see. So you are capable of lying.

[flammadecinis]

[Ah, fuck, perceived. Rosso immediately turns red again, now waving his free hand around as if he could swat away his problems.]

"Family" is definitely one way to put it!

[There's a little huff as they walk on, Rosso shaking his head to himself. Yeah, he loves those idiots, so what? He totally didn't freak out when they weren't here with him after he crawled out of that grave. Definitely not.]

How would you know I'm lying anyhow?! [He hollers, as if he didn't just say "I care about Ventus" in the same breath as "I don't care about Ventus"; Rosso is a liar and a very bad one at that.] You've never met Ventus, and you probably wouldn't like him anyway — he's irresponsible and an idiot and flirts with anything that moves, and he—

[SIGH.]

—he... got me out of big trouble once, even though I was pretty sure I was going to die alone in the Demon Realm, so I guess he's sort of a close friend. Probably.

[faeshim]

I've never heard anyone bother saying that they don't give a "shit" about someone when they really don't give a "shit" about them.

[and that was just one of a handful of clues. the more that rosso says, the more a tiny-catlike grin threatens to cross daeshim's lips. a break from his usual expression. and then of course, the truth comes out.]

Hmm...if he was that helpful to you, I think I would like him very much.

[despite the stupid face and the flirting. daeshim wonders if he might show up here to help his friend again, but he doesn't voice it. no one probably wants that for their friends, even a probably one.]