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graveyardsmash2022-09-09 09:15 am
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TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER
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
(CW: Human remains)
When you awaken, you are hit with an immediate feeling of motion. A bobbing, if you will, or perhaps more of a rocking. You take a deep breath through your nose and take note of salt, along with the pungent scent of rotting wood. Creaking sounds echo all around you. Sitting up, you find yourself locking eyes with a skull.
An entire human skeleton is positioned across from you, resting limply against a pillar. Surveying the rest of your surroundings, you soon realize that you're below deck on an old, dilapidated ship. A ship that's on the move. The crew must have suffered a terrible fate, strewn as they all are across the floor. With their ripped poofy shirts, sheathed cutlasses and jaunty feathered hats, they seem to scream one word at you. "Pirates". ...Ooh, is that an abandoned bottle of rum? And a treasure chest? Surely they won't mind if you help yourself. They're dead, after all!
Once you've ascended the creaky steps, you find yourself on the deck of this vast, once proud vessel. A tattered Jolly Roger flaps overhead. Thick fog obscures most of the ocean surrounding you, but what's that straight ahead? Land ho! The ship's about to make port, and a crowd of curious onlookers has already gathered on the docks to stare up at this spooky new arrival. They appear apprehensive, perhaps even fearful, as if they haven't seen a ship come in for a long time. Will they hold you accountable for what happened to the skeleton crew? Will they praise you for 'ridding' them of pirates and allow you to keep the booty? There's no way to know just yet. Perhaps you'd best hide and find a way to disembark without being seen. Or perhaps there's someone else to be found here on this ship who suffered the same fate; someone who has a better idea of what to do.
SCENARIO TWO
You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. 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 lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- 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. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.
Take care when asking for more help. 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
Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.
Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.
However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.
WELCOME TO RSDOS. PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST. *** TODAY’S TOP POST *** 018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Let's play Two Truths, One Lie! It's real easy! You just post three statements about yourself, and the rest of us have to guess the lie. It'll be fun! And you get to be a liar liar without your pants catching fire for a bit. |
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.
arrival
Two long vines snake through the air, hooked together at the end, to break the monster's fall - they'll move with the impact, swing in a wide arc, and hopefully spare them having to hit the ground at all.
Their owner clings to the top of a mast in the harbor with a third vine; a nymph in winter clothing, green eyes and grassy hair, bracing himself to catch the faller without being pulled to the ground himself.]
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[ Wait he's
he's not out of control anymore?
This person grabbed him.....Ken does his best to right himself, get his wings moving again, find balance. Between the two boys, they can get Ken lowered onto the same ship as the nymph without trouble.
When his feet touch wood, he exhales. That had been close....He needs a moment to collect his thoughts. ]
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Anyways. He makes it to the deck just fine too, vines releasing the mast. With both his hands and their own power, he picks them up and slings them around his waist and neck again, somewhere between coiling up a stray rope and letting a snake do its own coiling.]
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So he bows, brusquely, and then, blurting because if he doesn't say it suddenly he might not say it at all: ]
Thanks. I'm not used to flying....if you hadn't stopped me, I would've been in trouble.
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Don't mention it. [Those are three completely different reference points. There are no assumptions to be made. The look Gladion gives Ken is appraising, but not stern. He points across himself, out to sea.] What's going on out there?
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[ His chin lowers. Whatever occurred must have been terrible. ]
If it makes land, someone will need to.....
[ look after the bodies.... ]
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Let's go give the harbormaster some warning. [And get off of whosever boat this is. Gladion nods in that direction, then takes the lead. Hup! Mind the gap between the deck and the pier. He's watching to make sure it doesn't give the kid any trouble.]
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As they walk, he looks around, intent. What town is this....? How much does he remember of Ryslig's geography? He'd spent most of his time in Bavan, and that doesn't border a large enough body of water.... ]
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The peering about is obvious. Gladion has a couple of guesses as to what it means. He doesn't recognize his surroundings? Odds are, he mostly knows the big city.]
Vandare. South of Bavan?
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[ Ken tries to slot that into what he knows. And now his peering isn't just curious, but cautious.
Yeah. He's heard of Vandare. ]
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[The harbormaster's office is - naturally - not too far from shore, so it's already in sight. Gladion points at it when he can, to indicate where they're heading now.]
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Got it.
[ He can't do much about the fact that he has a glowing halo or all these wings, though at least they're on the slim side as multiple pairs of wings go
because mari wants to mimic stingmon wings But With Feathers. He tries to fold said wings in around himself to seem smaller. ]walks out to my father and says "i need your particular knowledge for undignified purposes"
Gladion takes the lead at the office's door, emboldened a little by having an audience; he knocks, and waits, and enters when there's a reply, and lifts his chin when the man behind the first desk inside the main room (not the harbormaster himself, but anyone in this office will do) looks up at two monster children and says, after a pause and with some kind of tone, can I help you sirs.]
We're here to report finding a vessel adrift.
[It goes tersely but relatively smoothly from there, the man looking fairly weary of the whole conversation right away while Gladion answers his questions. His companion here can fly, and happened across it on his way to shore. No, they don't know exactly what direction it's in or how far out it is, but it was moving up the bay from sea. There are deceased crew members on board - and something about the man's expression changes just enough to make Gladion lean to the side a little, blocking Ken from his view (and him from Ken's). That's all they know, no they didn't know anyone on board, is that all sir? They've got an appointment to make back in Bavan, then, unless -]
-anything I'm forgetting?
[@ Ken, over his shoulder. Anything Gladion didn't know, rather, that he might want to add on, but if there isn't, they can gracefully walk out right here.]
makes a note to use that line if i ever require information about civil engineering
[ Ken bows to the harbormaster. He's suspected, isn't he? This man thinks he might have murdered the crew. It sticks in his craw, makes him mad - makes his feathers fluff up and his halo glow a little brighter. He understands it's a reasonable suspicion, but.... ]
....Just, be careful.
[ Something does occur to him, right after he'd said there was nothing. Ken looks warily at the man, but he sincerely means this warning. ]
Whatever killed them was vicious. I don't think it's still on the ship, but - go prepared.
[ There. He's done his due diligence. With that, he turns and walks away, cheeks immediately burning. Why does this upset him so much? Why?
....Because he knows it's reasonable. Because he doesn't want to be the kind of creature about whom such conclusions can be drawn, and he hasn't been given the choice.
In the end, Ken isn't mad at that man. He's mad at himself. ]
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But he needs to stay cool for the kid's sake. He fixes the man with a stern look over Ken's head, then follows him out, rolling his shoulders to shake off some of his own tension about the whole thing. Without someone to stand up for, he wouldn't have been nearly as firm about the whole situation. Even with someone, he walks away feeling twitchy.]
Out of our hands now, [he sighs, striding forward to get a look at Ken's face if he can.] Do you have somewhere to go from here?
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- I don't know. I was staying with someone the last time I was here, but I hadn't taken this form. And he's a vampire.
[ Thus, his home, while spacious (and gracious of him to offer it), was awfully.....dark. Ken feels a bit queasy about heading back to Castle Krolock, despite liking and appreciating Herr Schreiber. All that....all that.....darkness....
He shivers. ]
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Having an appointment was a lie, but I am heading back to Bavan soon. You can come with. [...should he offer a handshake. Is this a kid who would find that normal. Whatever, he's gonna do it - sticks out his hand but in a casual enough way that it doesn't look completely dweeby. maybe.] I'm Gladion.
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Ken. Nice to meet you, Gladion-san.
[ oh god even if he weren't a nephilim the pure, healing aura is overwhelming ]
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There's something I have to pick up, and then I actually planned to hike back and just camp overnight along the way, [cool nymph tricks: don't need a tent, strictly speaking] but we can catch a bus instead. [less cool nephil tricks: has a bad time outdoors at night]
[He's already, like, tallying up what he thinks he should grab to get Ken outfitted. A backpack or bag of some kind, at minimum, and the basic first aid supplies...wings always make More Coat tricky but a hat, at least. Some kind of lantern or like a nice flashlight. Is he wearing gloves? Are nephilim cold-resistent, is that a trait...
Onwards! to the sort of peri-downtown odd shops zone.]
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Got it. I can help carry things too, if you need.
[ Might be a good idea to determine how much weight he can lift in addition to his own body.....It's so strange, having to think about this, and it twists his insides unpleasantly - he knows how monsters have to live - but he can't deny or run from reality. If he has wings, he needs to know their capabilities.
Did Wormmon ever wonder that, he thinks, when new to becoming Stingmon....? Stingmon had always seemed so self-assured. He believed he could handle it. So Ken will believe he can handle this, too. ]