Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together.
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
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? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
((Honestly, how could I NOT throw a CV character in a monster-based game?))
One
[Was this one of Brauner's paintings? It looked like it could have been; the aesthetic certainly fit. But the portraits never had people in them, only monsters. She'd also most certainly never woke up in a hospital, still damp from the sea. If this was a portrait, it was the vampire's most elaborate one yet.
More worrisome was the fact that Jonathan wasn't there. Every time they entered a portrait they were always together. Where was he? Why wasn't he here? The hospital staff didn't recognize the name or the description, which only made her worry more. As time wore on, she begun to doubt that this was a portrait; it was far too involved, even for that. This was something else entirely.
She could figure this out. She always insisted that she wasn't a child, always hated being treated like one. Now was the time to prove it. After leaving the hospital, Charlotte politely turned down any offerings of food; she wasn't hungry and didn't quite trust any of it besides. The pamphlets though, those were a different story.
Information was always welcome, even more so when she saw pictures of monsters on the pamphlets. She gladly took all the brochures the townsfolk had to offer, settling down on a bench to read them.
It's safe to say Charlotte knows a fair bit about monsters. She has been groomed to be a possible final weapon against Dracula, and as such would have to venture into his castle, a place which is crawling with monsters. That's why when she actually starts looking through what she's been given, it become increasingly apparent that these people are woefully misinformed. 'Fur-bearing trout'? Really? And she's seen Axe Armors and Axe Lords, but Axe Hounds are a new one entirely.]
What the...? This is all nonsense! [What a waste of time and paper. How could these people be living with monsters and not know anything about them? The girl stands up with a disgusted huff, approaching the first person she sees who doesn't look like a local.]
Excuse me! Is there anywhere I could find more accurate information than these things? [She held up her handful of pamphlets.]
..because clearly, they're a very bad joke.
Three
[They weren't kidding about that fog. It puts pea soup to shame.
Her own fault for lingering at the library too long; the family she'd been staying with had told her to hurry back because the fog would be coming in today, but she'd gotten caught up in her studies. She was so busy trying to make sense of this infernal place that she'd lost track of time, and now she was out in the middle of this fog, all alone.
With no spells to boot. Perfect.
She couldn't even duck into a store or back into the library to wait it out; the first couple places she tried were locked up tight. All she could try to do was make it back home and try not to get in trouble along the way. Maybe if she was lucky, nothing that'd be out for her flesh, blood, or soul would be out and about. Standing around was a bad idea, so Charlotte began walking, keeping a wary ear out for anyone or anything else. Eventually, she hears approaching footsteps nearby.]
I know you're there, so you might as well come out.
[She sounded a lot surer than she felt.]
Four - Vampire
[The only thing worse than collapsing in the street is waking up with the knowledge that you probably just died. That shortness of breath and pain in her chest couldn't have been much else.
Charlotte can't see that her eyes have lightened to a nearly-nonexistent pink, but she can taste blood in her mouth, feel that her canines have lengthened into fangs. Her hands look awfully pale, and those sure are claws she's got now. The tips of pointed ears peek through her hair. All these signs were pointing pretty strongly towards one particular type of monster, and it's the one she loathed the most. The bitemarks she felt when she ran her fingers over her neck just sealed the deal.
No, she couldn't be. Not that. Not one of them.
It should be clear to anyone nearby that she's not okay.]
[It's funny; the footstep a minute ago was barely a scuff with a very faint intake of breath.]
[And right after she calls out, it becomes less a shoe-scuff and more a floundering clatter, as a short, scrawny teenager flails out of the fog in mid-trip, all but faceplanting on hands and knees in front of her.]
[He needs a minute to fumble around on the ground in front of him for his glasses, then straightens them on his face as he looks up, blinking widely.]
Sorry! I was just lost out here and you're the first other person I've seen...
[Dorian looks the pamphlets over, and starts to collect them, one of each. Knowledge was power, after all, and the sooner he could figure this out, the better.
Reading them over, though, settled on the ground, pamplets littering the ground around him, they bring more questions than answers. No, this couldn't be right. This had to be a joke of some sort.
There was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he considered the laughable possibility of "what if they weren't?"
Engrossed in his own thoughts, he almost doesn't see someone standing over him.]
Ah, pardon. Are you from hereabouts?
[He waves the pamphlets a bit.]
Can you offer any enlightenment on these?
4. - Naga
[He fights against the change, fights as much as he can, trying to choke down the fear that makes his stomach go cold.
Cold, like much else about him.
He is running as fast as he can toward sehlter, to his, and he scratches at the scales errupting from his skin. There's a panicked scream as his legs give out and he stumbles, falling to his stomach and feeling the sharp pain of the wind being knocked out of him.
He tries to move, but he can't, and he feels the change take hold. His skin is on fire, bit his body goes cold. His tongue, suddenly different, flicks out, and his eyes contrict and elongate, pupils turning into slits. His nails glaws, and feeling the wrongness of something in his mouth, he tries to push off of the ground.
And that is when he finally gets his coils under himself- the last past of his body stretching, covered in scales of black and red. He gets off the ground, as least, before he's struggling to move, to get himself off of the path and somewhere safe.
Dorian always imagined himself a viper among vipers. Never did he think that it would be more than metaphor.]
[With the leathery wings protruding from her back, the fangs, and the visible claws, Hawke is downright unrecognizable. Her hair is just long enough, for example, for it to fall down nearly to her shoulders, and for once she's ditched the red smear across her nose. She makes for a fearsome sight, even in slightly more modern clothes, but it's contrasted by the easy, friendly, downright charming smile as she leans over.
Clawed fingers pluck the pamphlet right out of Dorian's hands. Something about--werecats? She hasn't seen any of those around, and a quick scan offers up nothing but bullshit. She huffs out a laugh, tosses it over her shoulder.]
For one thing, say nothing about werecats, unless you want to be laughed out of town. The only places those could possibly exist is in someone's wild imagination, or so I've found.
[It was a bit of a shock, at first. Not waking up in the hospital so much (he had gotten himself split wide open by one of the Perovskian guards, after all), but waking up to find that there are so many people trying to talk to him. All he can think about is where he is, is this Peter's castle, and why isn't he currently bleeding out from somewhere around his abdomen right now?
Irritated, Adrian wasted no time vacating the hospital, and it was about that time that he realized something was severely wrong. He reached his arms down to slowly pat his sides, a shock of panic rushing through him to find that his other arms were just...not there. Both hands flew to his head and felt deep in his hair...nothing.
Most arrivals are usually full of questions as to why they've woken up injured and in the hospital. But Adrian? Strangely enough, he can be found currently trying to swallow the panic of realizing that he's suddenly been turned human, apparently. And if you run into him he might stop you with a strong, stiff hand on your shoulder. Outwardly he's managing to remain as composed as he can with an easy, fake smile on his lips. His eyes are glittering with the aforementioned suppressed panic, however.]
Hey, tell me somethin'. How long exactly does it take for...all this to wear off? I'm assumin' some witch is having her way with me and, well.
I don't appreciate it.
[Scenario Two: Faerie]
[When the changes finally start to take place, Adrian is actually relieved. As far as he's concerned, this is just a spell cast by a witch with something against him wearing off finally...but what he didn't expect was the pain. Seeing his fingers elongate into claws when the changes first began to happen a few weeks ago was a sight enough to make him want to cry...but not out of despair, not by a long shot. But today, things are really starting to heat up, and it's a pain unlike any other he's ever felt.
He finds an area as secluded as he can, knowing that if some other monster stumbles upon him like this and wants to pick a fight, he won't be able to stop them. Alarmingly, his response to feeling the antennae burst from his scalp is to laugh hoarsely. He grits his teeth and exhales sharply as the wings start to emerge next, his shoulder blades burning like molten lead. The wings that unfurl are as black as night with red markings, slumping down to the ground behind him as his limbs elongate slowly. It isn't as things once were- not exactly- but it's damn close and that's all he cares about.
And when he feels his midriff begin to burn and ache he laughs again, leaning his head back against the tree he'd slumped next to, his forehead slick with sweat as his second pair of arms start to form.]
Took you long enough, didn't it...
One! (also my icons are so terrible at the moment i'm so sorry)
[Shi'n is not used to so many people pestering him and asking him questions like 'do you need anything?', 'here's another pamphlet you might find interesting!'. Usually humans avoided him if they weren't trying to kill him or run him out of town, and for them to be so friendly when he hadn't a single companion by his side to smooth relations over was utterly jarring.]
[People touching him was just as startling. It was an odd Surface custom to be overly hands-on about, well, everything, and he swore he'd never get used to it. So Shi'n roughly shakes off the strangers hand and it's only out of sheer willpower (and a reminder in the back of his head to be civil towards other people) that keeps him from punching the other in the kidney.]
I do not know. [He's looking for the best way to slip away even as he answers.] I assume some magic is at work, but I do not know the source.
[Because if he did they'd already be on the other end of his wrath.]
[Koharu stops in the middle of the road. The people at the hospital had been kind enough and the townspeople practically fawning. She wouldn't deny the odd edge of fear to everything, like an undercurrent. Had she stepped back in time? Perhaps it was a really elaborate sort of haunted house. These pamphlets had to be something designed to scare her. They were doing a good job, if she was honest. She twisted a lock of hair around her finger and wished her hair ribbon hadn't been water damaged beyond repair.
She still didn't know how she ended up in the ocean. The last thing she remembered was getting on the train. Maybe it crashed.
There were more pressing matters though, like figuring out why all these pamphlets claimed that she would turn into a monster. She looks around desperately but it's so hard to tell who might be friendly andinformative.]
Pardon? [She reaches out to catch someone's attention but pulling her hand back before she can touch them]
Four
[Koharu hadn't noticed the change in her eye color. When your eyes simply lighten a few shades, it's hard to notice. In the mirror it all looks the same, or close enough to pass. The itching sensation on her scalp the last day or so was obvious enough to notice though and it makes her nervous.
As inevitable as they had made the change seem, she had been hoping it would pass her. That it would be a mistake, that everyone was really lying or...Something. A sharp odd pain cascaded through her skull that made her stumble.
She ducked under a tree and felt the top of her head. Antenna.]
Fairy--no no. [She laughed even as she teared up. Ridiculous. This couldn't be happening. She whirled on the spot to see if anything was sprouting from her back but there was no shimmer of wings in her peripheral. And wouldn't it have hurt? She slumped back against the tree, sliding down and tucking her legs up to her chin.]
[Lithuania, covered in his cloak, catches the motion out of the corner of his eye and so turns to face the young woman. It's hard to discern the color of his skin or his features, covered up as he is, but there's no hiding his completely green eyes. Lithuania can tell just by looking at her what her problem is, of course.]
[The last thing he remembered was the mansion collapsing. Dust and lumber and chaos all around as everything fell apart, most of all he himself as he clutched the one person he truly cared about in a fevered embrace. In his anguish, he had been prepared to die right alongside her, and that seemed to have happened.
At least...so Nagi thought.
Waking up in the hospital was terrifying. He didn't spare the locals a second glance as he quickly left the building, giving himself only a second or two to scan the healing bruises and scrapes covering his body. He should be dead, but wasn't. ...perhaps his abilities were more powerful than he first realized. But when he reached out with cautious, pointed thoughts, he got no response. Either Schuldig wasn't nearby, or he was deliberately ignoring him...and seeing as he was in an unfamiliar place, he couldn't help but feel that that wouldn't be tolerated.
Instead of approaching locals for help like most might, Nagi quickly sets out into the town, trying to keep away from the other people as best he can manage. It's difficult, seeing as he's not the only one leaving the hospital today. He accidentally bumps into a view people but says nothing, trying to continue on his way even though he doesn't know where he's going.]
[Scenario Three]
[He had been here long enough- too long- to have heard rumors about the strange fog that rolled in every now and then. It was coming. He could see it in the distance, strange and unlike any fog he had ever seen before. Very thick and dense, somehow. But Nagi also had managed to find a rundown, abandoned home near the edge of town to stay in, and he knew that if he could get through this fog and make it there, he would be fine.
...But, of course, he couldn't be prepared for the affects the fog would have on him.]
[Scenario Four: Shade]
[The teeth and claws had emerged first. Simply by observing he knew enough to realize that this was something that happened to everyone who found themselves here, regardless of who they were. As much as he tried to prepare himself for it, he felt himself constantly anxious and on edge, terrified of what he might become. When his telekinesis suddenly returned, however, he was shocked. He wasn't as strong as he was back home; lifting certain things exhausted him a great deal, but it was familiar and helped to calm him down.
But it wasn't long before the changes became unbearable. He couldn't control anything, much less his own powers, when the whites of his eyes suddenly grew bright to the point where his irises could no longer be seen. He remained in the shadows often, sometimes invisible to the naked eye unless someone happened to catch a pair of eyes watching them from the gloom.
The most severe of the changes happened suddenly, one day while he was huddled in that pathetic shack he had found. He could barely bite back the hoarse cry that ripped from his throat as shadowy tendrils exploded from his back, whipping and thrashing and reaching for the darkness. His claws dug deep into his hair as he curled up against the wall, pulling his knees to his chest as his body swelled and undulated. He couldn't blink, but some part of him didn't feel the need to.]
[ it's probably unfortunate for the villagers, but Vanitas doesn't care about their offers. the fact he keeps getting people approaching him gets under his skin more than anything else. he doesn't need their help. doesn't want it. this entire display of weakness disgusts him. ]
Weaklings deserve what they get.
[ and that's that. he doesn't respond to anyone else. doesn't give them the time of day. Vantias and his irritation are building, but nothing is coming from it. no magic. no Keyblade. not even any Unversed. his entire life he's had these things and now? now they no longer are. it adds to his confusion and his frustration. it'd probably show on his face, had he not elected to continue wearing that helmet of his.
the pamphlets? this monster stuff? Vanias doesn't care. he tosses them over his shoulder as he moves to get away from this place festering with people. he's always been a monster anyway. ]
Four - Manticore
[ most of the time, watching other people freak out about the changes that they are undergoing is amusing. Vanitas? he can and will openly laugh at the panic and seeing others at odds with who they are and what they are becoming. is it cruel? maybe. it doesn't bother him and, in fact, might antagonize from time to time. why not? Vanitas has nothing better to do with his time.
his own changes have been gradual. the eyes had more or less gone unnoticed. the tail? the panther-like ears? okay, irritable. Vanitas doesn't necessarily want to become some fluffy critter that no one takes seriously.
but the tail. oh the tail is more than all right. Vanitas finally feels less defenseless and weak. so what's he going to do with those twin barbs? what anyone should be doing. Vanitas is going to test them out. ]
[Vanitas might notice a shadow drifting over him. Something's watching from high in the sky. The Replica opted to swing by Vandare to scope out any newcomers, so consider his surprise when he spots someone in a very distinct suit of armor. The colors are off, but the familiarity's clear as day.
And that's just weird. Is there another Riku around here?
Said shadow drifts sideways a little, and a figure slams down on one of the rooftops, bending over and watching, but not speaking right away. A quick look up will reveal a dragon-like creature with scales and plates patterned after that very armor, albeit with different colors.]
[Even spending who knows how long floating in the water before getting fished out and drug to the hospital didn't wash out the bloodstains in Heat's clothes. That was probably why he was mostly wearing some of the clothes that had been given, despite being so obviously uncomfortable in them, subconsciously tugging at the fabric every few minutes. The one remaining, blood-stained piece of his Junkyard uniform was his cape, orange paint splashed across it in an uneven "X" shape, marking him as a member of the Embryon.
He was flipping through the pamphlets he'd been given, angry scowl on his face. He scoffed at the one labeled "Alternatives to Human Flesh" and cast it aside. One showing the different types of monsters keeps his attention for longer though, and his mood sours more the more he reads.]
Shit. None of these are as good as my demon. Bastards couldn't just let me turn into Agni again?
[Four (Gargoyle)] [The transformation was something Heat had actually been looking forward to. He hated being weak, hated not being at the top of the proverbial (and in this case literal) food chain, and welcomed the onset of his transformation the way he had welcomed his demon before.
Except he hadn't anticipated what it would feel like, how it would feel so much more like turning into that other thing instead. He screamed, more from fear than pain. But by the time anyone could track the sound into the alleyway Heat had sheltered in when he first felt the transformation coming on, the worst was over. He sat leaning against a wall, his shirt had been almost completely destroyed by a pair of large, scaly red wings emerging from his lower back, hands and feet scaled and digits tipped with sharp talons, teeth sharp and fang like in his smile. The pain and fear were forgotten. Now he created a fireball in his hand, playing with it, almost caressing it, before dismissing the flame and calling up another. This was clearly not the first time he'd controlled fire. He'd figure out the other repercussions of this new form later. For now, he reveled in the regained mastery of his element.
[There's another, mostly red, gargoyle perched on a fire escape above Heat. Her changes are a bit more extensive, including horns, a tail, and frilled ears, but it's clear she's the same manner of creature. For now, she won't make any motion to descend, remaining where she is.]
Most of us have a bit of trouble with our flames at first.
[For example, her ability to breathe fire first manifested in a coughing fit.]
[ This is all kinds of messed up. By the time she's out of the hospital - stuck in a wheelchair, her prosthetics nowhere in sight dammit - she's pinched herself, tried to dump cold water on herself, pinched herself again, harder, on one of those bruises, and damn did that hurt, and then finally decided that this isn't just a dream, she must be in a coma or something.
On the plus side, her brain is intact enough to up this whole thing with monsters and transformations and people being cautious of a tiny wheelchair bound girl. It's not a bad wheelchair either! Despite muttering to herself as she reads another weirdo pamphlet, she's trying to look at those little positives. ]
Scenario Three
This sure rolled in... pretty quickly...
[ Emi laughs. It isn't that anything's funny, or that she's at all happy, but nervous laughter just feels like the right thing for the moment. She's gotten some legs from Bavan, but they're heavier and stiffer than what she's used to. Making do with them doesn't mean that she'll be able to run away as easily as she might need to. ]
[Rin is released from the hospital shortly after Emi. She hadn't seen her best friend inside the hospital, but it was somewhat of a relief to see a familiar, friendly face in this strange foreign land.
Not that Rin wouldn't have been perfectly content to wander around this place on her own, of course, but it's still good to have Emi around. And so she approaches her friend, and starts a conversation without so much as a 'hello, i've been kidnapped too'.]
Did they take your legs when you got here?
[Because her friend's current lack of prostheses is more important than their apparent kidnapping, or the transformations they've been told are going to happen. Clearly.]
[ Guila had never liked fighting. She'd learned; and then she drank demon blood, and learned to enjoy it after that point, after she'd become so very much stronger. Now that she was in this strange place of monsters and fog and the oddest technologies, that artificial bloodlust had fallen substantially to the wayside. Still, lost in the woods, a product of her own foolishness to boot, she really wished she had a weapon other than the nice sturdy branch she'd picked up a few hundred yards back.
Laughter. That of a 'child' and even though it was certainly some kind of faerie at best, and a horror at worst, it still reminded her of the brother waiting for her at home, just a little bit. Although she didn't give her nerves away too easily, she was unnerved. This was no place to die, and no place to be trapped for good.
And then the sound of... movement. A footstep or otherwise, she whirled around, branch held at the ready to clobber whoever was near her. ]
Show yourself. I don't want to hurt you if I need not do so.
Scenario Four - Arachne
[ She was hungry.
Guila had been hungry before. After her father's death, before she'd become a knight herself, there were days that she didn't eat. Even when she'd become a knight, food was occasionally scarce, despite how well Liones looked out for its soldiers.
Even then she'd never felt it like this. Burning, all-consuming, more powerful than any hunger, more potent than the desire for battle that had been forced into her what seemed like so long ago, she needed to feed, and it needed to be... human.
What else were these fangs for? Guila wasn't sure what the chitinous changes occurring below her waist indicated, not what she was becoming, but she was becoming a monster. Already her clothing didn't fit against the awkward, still-forming lower body, but she still knew that she had the strength to fell, at the very least, a weaker target and - she couldn't think like that. Huddled in a hollow beneath fallen trees, she could... feel movement...
[ If she were one to share her feelings, she would say that the situation was a number of things. Unexpected was one of them, which is difficult to accomplish when your life is so intricately linked to Mushi. The other thing was overwhelming. The city is vastly different from anywhere she has ever been. It doesn't show on her face, her expression remains cautiously neutral. Her shoulders are tense, though, and she is on guard as she takes the pamphlets from the locals.
Until she figures out the problem, what mushi is causing this or what's going on, she fully intends to remain cautious. So, when she approaches someone, it's slowly and with some distance kept between them. Especially if they are notably inhuman. ]
Tell me, have you heard of Mushi before?
Scenario 02;
[ Nui is no stranger to the strange, so when creepy, disembodied giggling sounds during a walk through the woods, she's not exactly surprised. She's not really all that unnerved, either, given she's faced plenty in her lifetime. Besides, freaking out will get her nowhere, she just needs to think logically; find the source, figure out if it's a problem, and then fix it. Easy.
She hears a rustling nearby. She can't tell if it's the source of the laughter or something else, but in either case, she should probably be prepared. ]
[Ginko long ago stopped thinking of Lager Woods as a potentially dangerous place so much as just... well, a place. A place where newbies could easily get lost, of course, which is why he's always tried to keep watch for any confused-looking humans whenever he's here.
In this case, though, he just happened to be nearby - but, when he hears someone speaking, he realizes it's probably for the best that he doesn't give the impression that he's trying to remain hidden.
He changes course and steps into the open, covering his mouth and nose as usual.] Sorry about that, didn't mean to sneak up on you or... anything...
[He didn't mean to trail off like that; in fact, he barely notices when he does it, brow furrowing slightly with thought. He's seen plenty of odd-looking people since getting here, even before they started changing. But this is the first time he's seen someone else who looks odd like this. White hair, pale skin, and a single green eye are a pretty specific combination.
The moment of confusion doesn't last for too long - not obviously, anyway.] ...Did you just get here?
Edited (i'm the best at remembering to fill in subject lines) 2015-03-02 22:05 (UTC)
[Usually Shi'ndrin didn't have an issue with finding his way through forests. He found them much more straightforward than maze-like caves or the twisting underground caverns he used to patrol in his younger years. But there was something wrong with these woods. He couldn't tell what exactly, but between the trails that kept changing course and that confounded giggling, it was obvious that someone had enchanted the area. Or perhaps something.]
[Being devoid of his weapons and magic has him more on guard than he usually does. Shi'n never realized how much he relied on it before, how effortlessly he was able to call power forth to do his bidding, and cursing at how vulnerable he was now.]
[Vulnerable, yes. Less dangerous? Not at all; the foul mood that running in circles has put him in doesn't bode well for anyone who might cross his path.]
[four (demon)]
[The change, although a bit sudden, was a welcome thing. A bit disorienting to be sure, but a small price to pay for some measure of his talents back. Shi'n had never specialized in elemental magic on his home plane, preferring to summon monsters and the like, especially since some induced a light show that he could hardly tolerate. Fire had always been the worst; flames had always burned too bright for his Underdark eyes to handle.]
[Now it was a different story. He was delighted to find that he was impervious the fireballs he conjured up, and that they didn't blind him at all. In an almost childlike glee he was setting small patches of vegetation alight just because he could. And the wings, though they would take some getting used too, where fantastic at whipping up the embers into a frenzy.]
[This had to be some sort of practical joke. Except, it wasn't, was it? He hadn't woken up yet. His alchemy still refused to work, even though the circles where perfect and he'd tried every kind of writing utensil around. The people where nice enough, but at the same time they acted weird around him.]
[And then there where these pamphlets, a whole damn pile of them with the most ridiculous titles that had to have come out of some campy scifi book.]
'Were-beasts and Fleas'...?
[What the hell man.]
[four (werewolf)]
[they've all become chimeras and you can't convince him otherwise]
[Okay, maybe you can, but either way this is shaping up to be the grandaddy of all nightmares. What deity did he piss off to deserve being turned into some sort of a fluffy monstrosity? Yes, he'd done his share of stupid shit, but really. This was pushing the whole divine retribution motif.]
[There's probably a scientific explanation for these sudden transformations. No, there has to be. Holding onto that bit of logic is the only thing keeping him from completely freaking out.]
[Hopefully he didn't mind the young lady with jade colored, moth-wings coming up to him. To be fair if she hadn't actually heard 'were-beasts and fleas' she might have left him alone. Instead she's approaching with her hands folded behind her head. At least she looks less scary then some monsters.]
The funny thing is that they skip out on 'Flying 101: Your first flight'.
[November 11 is...upset to be here. Waking up in a bed in such poor condition was aggravating, and waking up somewhere that might not correspond to any geography on Earth was disturbing.
But what was more disturbing was being upset.
He was a Contractor. He was a rational being. He'd had nothing to do with emotions for ten years. Emotions weren't useful. Especially not in a situation as confusing as this.
Emotionally, he wants to demand answers, to lash out at whoever is responsible for this. Rationally, he should obtain as much information as possible, as quickly as possible. It must have something to do with the Gate, of course, but that's useless knowledge without specifics.
He is a rational being, regardless of current...circumstances.
November picks up a pamphlet. "Souls: How important are they to you?" He grimaces. Looking up, he approaches the nearest person with a polite smile.]
[The nearest person happens to be a young girl adorned in a cape and top hat, frowning over a pamphlet of her own. Startled by the question, she snaps her head up and stares at the man, bewildered for a moment, before a friendly smile lights her face.]
[ Nina never thought she had a terrible sense of direction. She was normally pretty good at finding her way when she got a little bit lost, but now? She’s probably been walking in circles for a good thirty minutes. Okay, there was no need to panic, she’d eventually get out of this forest, but that giggling… it was a bit unnerving- where exactly was it coming from?
Covering her ears, Nina speeds up, running straight ahead, still no clue if she’s already been to this part or not. Then, she stumbles across someone else. Seeing as she’s still a safe distance away, Nina’s first instinct is to grab her pistol just in case they were dangerous, but of course that doesn’t work, since it’s not with her. Slowly, she makes her way towards the stranger. ]
[ The brushes rustle with the presence of a body passing through them, and Crane lifts the branch he's holding, eyes darting to see where the closest tree limb is if it's not something he could fight. And with a fucking branch, there's not much he can fight....
But what bursts out a ways down is a woman--or maybe closer to a girl. She's blond, but that's about all Crane can see in this light. American or European, he can't even guess.
What's clear is that she's not an enemy at the moment, and just as turned around as he is. He lowers the branch slowly, as if not to scare her, then offers a self-deprecating smile. ]
About as lost as someone can be. These woods don't seem to stay in one place.
[ He's discretely looking at her as he talks, looking for injuries or wounds, or the sign that something is wrong other than your average mental or emotional upset. ]
[ no, it's not the fact that he's lost that is upsetting the small teapot donning boy.
it's the fact that he's ran out of torn up pamphlets to leave behind him as a paper trail. of course he had given the pamphlets a cursory glance before tearing them to shreds, but it was only to make sure that he wasn't destroying something important (that wirt would reprimand him for once he found him), but had deemed them to have too many words and not enough pictures. and the pictures are the important bits, everyone knows that. he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his overalls, tongue poking out as he tries to rummage maybe just one more scrap of paper. no luck.
he sighs his disappointment before continuing on the small path he's decided on following, not noticing that maybe he's passed that lumpy shaped rock too many times, and saw that funny looking bendy-tree more than once. it hasn't occurred to him that bits of paper do not make a great trail, not yet anyway, so he's perfectly content at the moment to wander in his small circular trail.
but he is getting colder as time goes on, and he's starting to get hungry. maybe he shouldn't have run away from those nice folks with food.. and shelter...
but they were looking at him funny, and trying to teach him things.
nope, he made the right choice. education is for chumps. ]
[Sealand isn't lost anymore. He's begun following a paper trail, picking up the bits of paper as he goes because you shouldn't litter. It should be leading him out - that's what he's convinced himself.
Except it doesn't lead him out the woods; it leads him to a little boy.]
Oh. Hello! [He blinks, then frowns.] Why d'you have a pot on your head?
There wasn't much that Crane could make sense of in this place—all the talk of “monsters” and “eating human flesh” only reminded him of Eaters or, god fuck, the damn Volatiles, and maybe they had a different word for the virus here. But he really didn't think so; people seemed to be talking about something else entirely, to his mind, and as much as he needed to know the details, he let it slide for the moment.
Mostly because of his current scenario.
Trapped outside with god knows what wasn't anything new, but in the woods at night with some creepy as fuck child noises was a little far left to his experience. And hell. He was used to shitty weapons, but how far did he really think this branch was going to take him if something came at him? “...Basically, I'm screwed,” he muttered darkly, before sighing to himself. It wasn't as if that was anything new. If worst came to worst, he could scramble up a tree and spend the night in its branches. Unless…. The sounds he was hearing came from there. His hand tightened on the branch in anticipation as he continued to fill the silence. “Creepy little child thing… or screaming Viral? Which would you rather have, Crane?”
The unknown was always worst, of course. He knew how to deal with the Biters by now. He would just hold out hope that the sound was just a kid having fun. As unlikely as that was.
...Well. If worst came to worst, he could make like a fucking squirrel and jump from tree to tree until he found a safe house. There was nothing about saving face when it came to surviving a couple more days.
[The newest arrival to stagger out of the hospital is a young girl in a boy's school uniform with the sleeves tied into knots, as she lacks arms to fill them with. There's a confused, somewhat dazed expression on her face, and the girl doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.
This is really a lot for her to take in all at once. There's her sudden displacement, of course, and all this news about monsters. Rin isn't entirely sure how, exactly, she feels about all this. It's a very confusing, and more than a little distressing, situation.
She isn't oblivious to others around her, however, and when someone approaches her, she'll speak to them unprompted.]
So... we're caterpillars now?
[That makes sense to her, really. There are just a few dots she hasn't bothered connecting for anyone else, is all.]
Scenario II
[It's bad enough that she's lost in these stupid woods, and that her head feels like it's swimming - and not in something easy to swim in, either. Something more viscous, like gelatin. Pudding, maybe? That seems like a suitably hard thing to swim through.
Yes, it's bad enough that she feels like her head is swimming in pudding. But the constant laughter is really starting to grate on her nerves. ]
I really don't see what's so funny.
[If these voices understand that she's lost, the least they could do is help. The laughter is extremely unhelpful, in addition to being more than a little rude.]
SCENARIO I. [ Being buried alive by your friend was bad, but this... this was even worse! Michiru thought she had seen and lived through it all, but waking up in a lake surrounded by strangers was strikingly new. The confusion of waking up in the hospital hadn't yet faded away, and the locals shoving things in her face and offering to give her various goods in hopes she didn't devour them made the panic and confusion even worse. ]
H-hey! Calm down already! I'm not gonna eat you or whatever... [ She begins to say, her eyes going wide once she actually looks at the pamphlets. Her eyes narrow to slits and it takes her a second to process as she clumsily reads the words aloud for all to hear. ]
Alternatives to Human Flesh? Wait... What to Expect When-- is this some kind of joke?!
[ And then she sees it. Bunnyipsyips And You, and funnily enough, that's what sends her spiraling off the deep end. ]
No way! No, no, no! This is a joke... I'm dreaming! Wake up already, Michiru! Time to hear those morning birds sing!
SCENARIO II. [ Getting lost in the woods is way too cliche for someone like Michiru, but here she is, walking around aimlessly like a dame right out of a horror movie. She's scared out of her mind and almost certain she's going to pee herself, but she's keeping those thoughts to herself as she walks along seemingly endless pathway of darkly looming brush. ]
Hueee... I'm not scared of this! And I'm not scared of you, creepy children... [ She comments to the eerie voices in the distance, though they're certainly the cause of deep upset in her chest. They are pretty creepy. ]
Michiru-sama won't be intimidated by the likes of you! No way, no--
[ A branch snaps somewhere in the distance. Michiru shrieks. And whether you're a monster or a new arrival like her, she's backing away as fast as she can. She'll try to avoid tripping. ]
[People getting lost in the woods? Must be about that time again.
Really, he wants to laugh at her declaration, but nope, she's already screaming her little head off. It doesn't seem like she's actually seen him yet, so how about...
She'll now find herself experiencing a manticore jumping out at her from the trees and making the most horrible, ear-grating screech he can; though he'll stop short of actually attacking her or anything.
Good thing the human came along, he was kinda starting to get bored.]
Young Xehanort | Kingdom Hearts | OTA | just for fun
Metaphorically speaking, of course; the climate of this place is far from tropical, and Xehanort has no idea where the sea is, if this region isn't landlocked. But the point stands. He is stranded here, and there is no way off-world. His older self hadn't mentioned anything about a detour like this on the way back to his departure point in his own timeline, which is strange, considering his older self had detailed all the other pertinent events of his destiny down to minute occurrences.
This suggests two possibilities: one, this is an unforeseen twist in the events of destiny, a rippling wave in space and time possibly caused by the cataclysm foretold, as a tectonic shift in the deeps will trigger a tsunami leagues away.
Or two, Xehanort is doomed to senility in his old age.
He makes a disapproving noise in the back of his throat at the thought, pushing wordlessly past a gaggle of people in the lobby of this hospital on his way outside to see exactly what backwater world he has been stranded in.
2/3.] Darkness, Xehanort can deal with. Darkness likes him. It always has. He feels at ease when the harsh rays of the sun have gone, and his eyes can take in the stars and the streets and the unguarded sea. Things appear truer to their natures in the dark.
With all that said, though, darkness and fog is a different beast. Xehanort squints fruitlessly, guiding his steps through the woods with his hands brushing against rough tree trunks, listening to the calls of unfamiliar night birds. Some of these calls sound a lot like human voices. These birds must be excellent mimics. Yes. Birds. Definitely birds.
[ it's become something of a habit to check out the hospital around the time people start showing up. he hasn't seen anyone knew he knows for a while, but it also lets him offer some advice to those showing up and just informed of their pending monster-ization.
the last thing he expects is young xehanort, and he's beyond the last thing sora wants to see, especially right now.
sora makes no effort to try and hide himself, staring xehanort down with glowing white eyes. he hasn't gone through his full change yet, only gifted with his eyes and claws so far. he's not sure if that'd be better or worse in this situation, given how close to his anti-form he's going to look when it's all done. ]
What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster). Trucy frowns at the pamphlet and then looks back up at her surroundings, noting for umpteenth time all the people in costume. It's not as startling a sight as one might expect. After all, one of her best friends, not to mention the village she lives in, is obsessed with monsters, and it isn't uncommon to see someone parading around as a yōkai. What is startling is that this is most definitely not her friend's village. Even if it was, Trucy is fairly certain she went to bed in her own home last night, not in a hospital and not with any of the cuts and bruises she woke with today. More alarming is that her daddy is nowhere in sight. If she'd been hurt, there's no way he wouldn't have been by her side unless he couldn't be!
Something fishy's going on, and she's determined to find out what it is.
"Um, excuse me!" she calls to the nearest passerby. "Could you help me out, please?"
SCENARIO 2
Trucy doesn't know how she got this far into the woods. All she'd intended was to explore the outskirts a little. It'd looked so beautiful and inviting during the day, like a fairy tale come true! Then, before she knew it, night had descended, and the way she thought she'd come from only led her deeper into the forest. Fear and confusion mount as she's certain she passes the same, mossy rock for the third time. Oh, why did she have to be too curious for her own good!?
Suddenly there's a laugh, childlike and playful, like something out of those horror movies Daddy warned her not to watch before bedtime. Heart leaping to her throat, she whirls around, cape flourishing behind her, but there's no one to be seen.
She balls her fists together, determined to put on a brave face. "H-Hello!?" she calls into the shadows. "Is someone there?"
Another laugh, off to the left, and another from behind her. Bravery withering, she draws in on herself, wishing she could disappear from this place.
SCENARIO 4 (FAERIE)
She's maintained a brave face, but her tough exterior has slowly been chipping away ever since the changes began. Today is the day it shatters.
On her way to get food, the cramps that have assaulted her sides suddenly double in intensity, stopping her dead in her tracks and leaving her breathless and stunned. Her arms curl around herself instinctively in an attempt to stem the pain. When it doesn't work, only one thought rings clear in her mind: Get home. Now.
Willing herself to move, she turns on her heel and starts back in the direction she came, but the cramps soon turn into an awful, tearing sensation, like something inside is trying to claw its way through her skin. Tears spring to her eyes, but still she pushes onward. When the pain becomes too crippling, it's all she can do to stumble to the nearest building and sink to the ground without any regard to where she is. With her knees drawn to her chest, she doubles over and silently sobs into her legs, as her own body rips itself apart.
[Gideon probably got ditched. Probably on purpose, too. Or, well, at least this kid thinks it's on purpose, which is close enough to count in his books. He's taking it with all the grace and dignity one would expect...]
YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!
[...none at all.]
[He sees a shape out here in the woods, now, and he sure as heck hopes it's not a bear or a werebear or anything with were- attached at all, while he's on the subject. But they've got a blue-ish outfit like he's got, and it's kinda easy to make that much out in the dim that sure goes along with creepy woods where he's from. So, he tries to get his oversized hair back in order (what he would give for more hair gel and glitter), and asks the most important question he can think of...]
[Not only is he lost, he's in a world away from everything he's ever known and making himself positively sick from worry. Somewhere out there is his dragon, probably pitching fits and burning down villages trying to find him. And he's not sure how he's supposed to get on without her. He's an aviator; it's all he's ever known. And what use was he without Iskierka, or even Laurence's crew to be apart of?]
[First things first, he needs to get out of this damnable forest before he can find a way back home. He's been out in uncharted territory before, but here the rules seemed obsolete, as any trick he knew to reorient himself back towards civilization ultimately failed. It was frustrating and disheartening.]
[The idea to climb one of the many trees to get a better view on the area suddenly came to him. Why hadn't he thought of that before?]
[...except every time he tried to scale the trunk of one of the blasted things, he promptly fell back down. It was ridiculous; he'd been climbing over dragons midair since he was ten! Except no amount of cursing and climbing is getting him very far.]
[Iskierka, for her part is no less lost. The trees are too close together for her to try for an overhead view of the forest, and she's always relied on other people to take care of the actual navigation within a forest. Now, however, she's found herself quite entirely without any of the people she's used to having around, and she doesn't find it at all enjoyable.
It's the sound of swearing that finally suggests that she's not as alone as she seems, and she turns to head in that direction without a second thought. She is only a dragon after all, and if whoever she should happen to find should have a problem with that it is certainly none of her concern.
Her approach is anything but silent. More so for the fact that she's already speaking as soon as she gets to what she considers reasonably close.]
Whatever you are trying, I do not think it is working.
The heartfelt exclamation rang just a few yards away from the hospital. The receiving end, a nervous young man trying to maintain his (somewhat) friendly facade, scratched the back of his neck and smiled the universal, unspoken reply of "I don't know what else to tell you."
His lack of a verbal answer didn't seem to dissuade the greatly distressed Filia, who snatched another pamphlet from his hand. " 'Alternatives to Human Flesh'?!" She threw the pamphlet down, where it joined its five or so already discarded brethren on the ground. " 'What to Expect When You're Expecting (to Turn into a)--' "
That reading ended with a shriek. She threw that pamphlet down, too, and stomped on it for good measure.
"Absolutely not! I am absolutely not turning into a Monster!" she strongly insisted, much to the young man's chagrin. He nodded miserably as she continued. "Why, that's completely absurd," she said, eyes closed and gloved fingers cupping her chin as she tried to rationalize the situation. The young man saw his chance to escape and seized it, leaving Filia alone and talking to herself. "Just because I cooperated with a Monster once-- and only because it was necessary to save the world-- ah!"
She'd opened her eyes to make that last point very clear (because it was very, very, very important that no one misunderstand her reasons for cooperating with as loathsome a Monster as Xellos), but upon noticing the man's absence, glanced around a few times to see where he'd vanished off to. The only reminder of his presence, however, were the fallen pamphlets.
Hit by a sudden wave of dejection, Filia sunk to the ground. Not only was she without her trusted mace and tea set, but she was far, far away from home-- and thus far away from Val. Oh, Gravos and Jillas would certainly try their best to care for him, but...
She pursed her lips together, then buried her face in her hands and let out a theatrically miserable sob. "Why is this happening to me?!"
( three ) Filia had heard about the dangers of getting caught out in the fog, but the onset was just so quick. She hurried down the sidewalk, holding her newly purchased tin of tea close to her chest and shooting worried glances every which way. Not much good they'd do; the thickness of this fog was unlike any she had ever seen before.
Maybe she was too caught up in her worries to hear the approaching footsteps, or maybe the other person was silent on their feet. Regardless, she found herself suddenly jostling another person's -- shoulder?
With an alarmed shriek, she dropped her tea and reached under her dress to grab the baseball bat attached to her garter. It was a poor replacement for her mace, but weapons (that she was familiar with) were hard to come by here.
"Get away from me, you dirty Monster!" she screamed, swinging the bat at whoever she jostled.
Kain was probably lucky that he expected people to be jumpy in fog, particularly when he ended up fudging a landing a little closer than he'd meant, and luckier for the weird not-equalizer of "new arrivals turned human" and "increased strength when changed".
It didn't completely stop what was nearly a bat to the side of the head, but did mean the bat was also impacting on a metal scale-plated forearm, lessening how hard she'd actually meant to hit him.
He had a slow inhale and exhale, a few wisps of smoke from his mouth mixing with the fog.
[Canada wasn't one to take warnings lightly, and he had heard more than enough in his short time in the town about the fog. He'd been given food and shelter by a generous older couple not too far from the hospital that he'd arrived in, and they'd told him when he woke up that morning it would be safer for him to stay indoors--that a fog was guaranteed to roll in at any point that day. He promised he wouldn't be out for long, that he just wanted to get a better idea of the area's layout.
How could he have known for himself exactly how fast the fog would roll in? It seemed to go from slithering around his ankles to completely shrouding his field of vision within minutes. Even having turned to go back where he'd come from as soon as he noticed the mist begin to cover the ground, Canada had no chance to get far before he'd become thoroughly disoriented.]
Oh, dear...
[Canada sighs softly as he tries to make his way toward a building--any building. He's sure if he can just get inside and apologize, whoever he stumbles in on will be sure to understand and let him screw his head on straight. If they even notice him at all.
He hasn't gotten much farther before, squinting, he's sure he can make out the shape of a person not too far off. Although it still sounds suspiciously like a whisper, Canada raises his voice as he tries to flag down the shadow through the fog.]
Pardon me! Yes, excuse me...! [A beat. He's not sure if he's caught anyone's attention, if there really is anyone there at all, but there's no harm in continuing to try.] Could you be so kind as to spare a moment? That is, if it isn't too much trouble, eh.
[Waking up from a conscious dream would've been a tad disorienting by itself; to wake into what feels like another one, with polite smiles but curt words from doctors and nurses alike, that's something else. There’s no sign of Alvis, nor anyone else. No Fiora chiding him to rest, no Sharla doing it in her stead. What is going on?
The hushed talk of monsters and transformations as these strangers tend to his wounds is also troubling. And this area, this peninsula, he’s never heard of such a location. What kind of place is this?
He tries to ignore the yawning pit that forms in his gut to match the empty stares of the staff when he asks about the Bionis and Mechonis.
One of the younger nurses approaches him nervously, wordlessly, and hands him a crumpled tote bag before he’s sent on his way, out into the streets. He adjusts it on his quivering shoulder, scratching at the bandages peppered across his torso and arms. These injuries are odd, and clearly not from his fight with Egil. Those had been the familiar feel of burns, of bruises bubbling under his skin. The...gunshot wound is gone too. But these…had something happened after Alvis…?
Shulk doesn’t get time to contemplate this - he’s met with more enthusiastic, yet strained, kindness from the locals. Pamphlet after pamphlet after pamphlet is pushed into his hands, food slipped into his bag, accompanied by a cacophony of “Please accept this…!” and “Don’t forget this face!” It’s a bit too much for him, and he soundlessly works his mouth, any protests dying long before they reach his tongue. As quickly as they’d come though, they'd gone. Shulk settles on a stoop, legs crossed at the ankles as he begins leafing through the pamphlets one by one. There's an answer in them somewhere, perhaps something more substantial than what he’s been getting. Or at least less confusing now that he has the wherewithal to suss it out. Brow furrowed, eyes raking over the words, he’s basically dead to the world, muttering to himself as he reads.]
...A balanced diet for your best friend-turned-harpy......the ins and outs of innards...
[The town has gone into something of a mild uproar, and from what Yusei could gather from the the snippets of conversation he could hear, people have been washing up ashore. So it was happening again. He wanted to go see if anyone he knew would show up. Jack, Crow, Aki, Ruka, Rua... even Ushio would be a welcome face. At the same time, he hopes to not see them. He doesn't want any of them to be stuck here like he is, and to undergo the same hardships he has.
And he doesn't know how they'd react seeing him now. It wasn't just how he looked, not just the scales and claws and fangs and yellow eyes. His friends know him well enough to know that this place has changed him as a person. It's still changing him, he knows that at the very least, he still has a pair of wings to grow. And he doesn't know how they would view that change.
He goes through a few crowds and gives what advice he can to the people stuck in the middle of them. As the townsfolk begin to disperse, he gets a better look at the new arrivals, both relieved and disappointed that there isn't a familiar face among them. Most of them are talking to others who are there to explain things to them and try to prepare them for what's to come, and so, Yusei picks out one of the people who seem to have not yet been approached by anyone yet.]
Don't put much stock in those. They're based on rumors and superstition, not scientific fact.
SCENARIO ONE Dale sits on a bench, pamphlets in neat stacks around him. He's sorting as he flips through them (he'll read these better once he's got a handle on the sheer volume of stuff he's collected) but there's a cynical little voice in the back of his head that he's unused to hearing, telling him that he's probably been given all of these to keep him busy and out of trouble.
(He doesn't like the way the locals treat him, all wide nervous eyes and tight smiles- it reminds him of a childhood spent sick in bed and all the neighbors treating him like something fragile that could wither away at any moment)
(But that was fear for Dale's life, not theirs. There's a distinct difference between being a sick child and a monster time bomb)
A pile for pamphlets he's positive will be helpful, like geography, wilderness survival, what to do when you wake up naked and covered in blood. Another pile for things that he's not 100% certain aren't some kind of gag at his expense. (A Fur Bearing Trout? If these are jokes they're in extremely poor taste.) A pile for specific strains of monsters...etc
Regardless of how useful the information in these things actually are he's glad he has something to preoccupy his mind. Waiting to watch yourself turn into a monster is incredibly stressful.
Not to mention lonely.
So when someone sits next to him he lights up and holds out his hand.
“Hello!”
THREE: He had been getting going to bed bed and now he's in the thick dark, small and confused among ancient trees and god knows what else.
It's not unusual for Dale to get caught in a wrong place at the wrong time, he's made a career of it after and it's worked out well, all things considered. But back home he'd have someone else with him, someone to take his shoulder or shout at him for wandering out into the woods without his coat, chasing down animal tracks he couldn't recognize.
That's what he'd been doing, he's pretty sure. He was either following animal tracks or a faint tune. And now he's...?
(He tries not to get alarmed by these little gaps in his memory, the guides said they were fairly common- and he's been reading as much as he can since he was fished out of the water. This absolutely normal. Yep! Everything is fine.)
-Now he's padding down his pockets (for maybe the sixth time that day) trying to find his tape recorder. He knows it's not there but his body works on instinct, needing its familiar weight in his hand and the connection to Diane that had always comforted him, when he found himself alone.
(The recorder is gone with the flashlight that he was carrying before he woke up damp and exhausted on a hospital bed.)
He can mourn the lost of his favorite coping mechanism once he's out of this mucky cold and not-lost. He expects that will be soon, he's been lost plenty of times before and always soldiers on to a solution. He'll be home in no time.
And at least he's not in his pajamas this time.
He was also a boyscout, he knows how to get around woods. Now, to get himself oriented:
First he has to find...
He has to look for...
He knows how to get around the woods, he just has to-
...
He's looking for something so he can get back. His foot prints. He can follow his foot prints.
He looks at the ground- or where the ground should be- he can't actually see it through the Fog that's crept in through the trees, can't really see his shoes either-
Oh dear. Oh damn.
The fog. He's read about this. He needs to get out of here.
(Is the fog settling in his mind? His thoughts are thick and hazy, his limbs are slower to respond when he forces himself forward in the direction he assumes is the way he came)
Agent Dale Cooper needs to be more careful who he holds his hand out to. Partly because this entire place is apparently full of cannibalistic monsters who might just bite off any limb offered to them, but also partly because of the girl standing in front of him.
Dale, meet Rin Tezuka: A japanese girl in high school and an aspiring artist, who was born without arms.
She stares down at the extended hand out in front of her, a somewhat dazed expression on her face. She looks at it quietly and awkwardly for a second, before she looks up to the agent and responds.
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