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.
[About half of a year to be exact, a whole winter. Yet it doesn't look or sound as if she's grown up much at all since they parted. He laughs puckishly at her, as promised. Ordering him to do something in that kind of tone was the fastest way to make him abandon any and all thoughts of doing said something. Girl was just going to have to squirm for now. Not like she could try and whack him from all the way down there.]
I'd ask if you've spilled tea on anybody lately, but you've still got all your fingers.
[He refuses her demand by creeping along the boughs. The grin sets off on the move in a gleaming crescent, the shadow behind it giving the vague impression of gangly limbs supporting a body on all fours. It's probably all very eerie looking from the ground; he's counting on it.
Except, another step and the branch begins to cave under his palm-- wait. no. not just the front bit, the whole damn thing is buckling.] Shit!
[And it snaps at the base, depositing Mugen straight down onto the forest floor in a whoosh of dead leaves.]
A while? What are you talking about? We were together until a few days ago!
[And it's hard to believe it had even been that long. It had taken a while for their wounds to heal, his and Jin's. After that they had parted ways, and she started walking. She didn't even know where she was going, did she? It was probably a stupid move, really. Not having a plan. Even letting them go, too...but she couldn't stay there, and she needed a little time alone.
Now, however? So not alone. That laugh is irritating, especially when it seems like it's directed at her. Frowning, Fuu crosses her arms, defensively.]
Somehow it seems like I've managed to avoid more trouble than you, at least.
[...And then, like a self-fulfilling prophecy, the branch buckles with a crack!, sending her former bodyguard falling through the underbrush. Fuu gasps; these trees are fairly tall, and it's a long way down, even for this guy.]
Sheesh! Be more careful, would you? Are you alright? [She won't fuss over him, she knows he doesn't need it. But if he gives an answer, she won't be paying attention to it: she's staring at the large, dark shapes that seem to be...coming out of his back. When she speaks again, her voice is cautious and tentative, like she doesn't believe what she's seeing, like she's not sure she wants an answer to her question.] Mugen...what are those...?
[All of a sudden 'those' belatedly stretch all the way out above him and give a great shudder, like a parachute deploying after the skydiver has already hit the ground dead. Although Mugen is merely addled and decidedly not dead, nor even close.
Flight muscles. Still new. Not very cooperative. Figures that now, of all times, supplying a flap or two to break his fall was apparently beyond them, friggin' pieces of crap. Fortunately, it took a lot more than that to break his bones; the cat body that's been forced upon him was good for landings, at least.]
What are you talkin' about? I haven't seen you in months.
[Rising, wings slowly beginning to furl after their useless encore, he groans. Though, as he collects himself, he steals a quick glance at the look on Fuu's face, and it's as baffled as he expects.
He wouldn't say he looked awful. But different. Different, that's for sure.]
Was wonderin' when they were gonna fish up one of you two. 'Specially you, since you've got that knack for getting yourself into deep shit.
[...Speechless. She's downright speechless. It's dark, and that makes the full extent of his changes hard to gauge, but those-- those things? Who could miss those? Fuu stares for a moment, mouth agape; no, he doesn't look bad, just...rough. Strange. Different, yeah, but "different" just doesn't seem extreme enough.
Her first thought, one that scares her more than she's willing to admit, is that the things people have been telling her aren't an exaggeration at all. So she doesn't react to that beyond her moment of wide-eyed silence, instead going for something easier.]
Months? [She snorts lightly; taking a dismissive tone is easy. As for everything else -- she'll have to work that out when the shock wears off. Still, her eyes don't move from the wings, trying to take them in.] Are you sure you didn't hit your head? I just saw you a--!
[She groans, shaking her head. No, okay, that's just not important, especially not if he's gonna insult her like that. How annoying can one guy get?!]
...Ugh-- never mind! And don't talk to me about trouble, just look at you! What happened?!
[Yes. Months, and Mugen is sure he caught himself just fine. That landing hadn't been a perfect 10, but it was still upright and on all fours. (Just like a you know what.) His knees feel a bit raw, but his head? In perfect working order.]
Those guys in white didn't tell you? [Assuming she'd arrived the same way and everything. His irritation is apparent in his frown and the prickly tone he takes.] Any stuff you've heard about monsters and a curse turnin' people into 'em - Sorry, but it's all for real.
[Please tell him she at least asked around before deciding that a frolic through the woods was an awesome idea. Please don't make him have to explain further. As real as it is, it also sounds fucking stupid out loud.
Climbing back to his feet, he steps closer, for however much good that's going to do her human eyes - human, because that's a term he has to consider now. His nails are dark and curved, and not just because he hasn't clipped them. Messy, thick fur lines his neck that no amount of shaving is gonna fix. And the cat ears? Okay. Good luck trying to think of a logical explanation for those.]
Take a look. [He invites, with a small sigh of resignation.]
Of course they told me. [She frowns a little, stubbornly.] But who would believe something like that?!
[It's not that she's in denial about it, exactly, it's just so...so out there that she could never imagine any of that being real. Those guys must not have known what they were talking about, or they were trying to scare her, or-- ... Okay, fine. So maybe she's a little in denial.
That doesn't last though, not with Mugen serving as living proof.
She looks him over quietly for a few minutes, observing his changes. Her human eyes don't catch everything, of course, how could they in this light? But some things you just can't miss. The wings. The-- the fur. The ears. After a moment, she reaches out, very, very hesitantly...and tugs gently on one of those ears. Immediately she pulls her hand back, surprised.]
[When her hand leaves her side and it becomes apparent what she's going to do, Mugen has to curb the urge to weasel away from it. He'd said look, damnit. Not -
...
But if this is what it takes to fast forward through this whole convincing part, then fine. His scowl deepens to the point of jutting though, and the ear itself still draws back reflexively as she brushes the hairs around it.
Duh, they're real. And very sensitive; it snaps against his skull as though burned the second it gets released. What'd she think was gonna happen? That it was just gonna fall off like part of a costume? He doesn't play dress up.] Toldya.
Can't ever just take my word for anything, can you? [The only thing missing from that statement is a childish huff.]
Now c'mon, let's get a move on. This ain't the place to chat.
[Mugen jerks his head, indicating the direction they need to go in, and just starts walking. What he'd come out here looking for, well... That could be put on hold for the time being. Not like she had a chance of finding her own way out with that horse bastard's magic screwing with her head, as if he could trust her to be able to, anyway.]
[Was she expecting it to? No, certainly not, but she was desperately clinging to the very slim hope that it was a costume. A practical joke...or something. One swivel of that ear dashes every last hope she has, though, and now she's gonna have to try to accept that.
It'll take a while. Probably.
She makes a face at him, somewhere between a pout and a glare.]
Of course not. No one could take something like this just on faith!
[What kind of idiot does he think she is, anyway?! ...But she falls quiet when he says that. Not the place to chat? If someone like him is saying that...just how dangerous is this place?
She tries very, very hard to put on a nonchalant face as she follows him through the dark woods, silently, staring at his wings as she goes along. She stumbles on one or two occasions over a root or a rock. Other than that, though? She's quiet. Unusually quiet -- although it doesn't last too long. Eventually she can't help it.]
So... [she begins, uncertainly,] What's with this place, anyway? I know it's not Japan, but...how far away are we?
[...] And what about Jin -- he's not here, too, is he?
[She doesn't even wanna think about what he might be turning into. Some kind of giant fish or something? (Fur-bearing trout aren't even REAL, she has to remind herself, thinking back to those stupid pamphlets.)]
[The concern isn't for himself. Give him a giant berserk werewolf gunning for his throat any other day, why not, sounds like a fucking blast. Had been a fucking blast during that one full moon when that'd legitimately happened. But if the wrong person in the wrong state of mind ran across them now, they wouldn't waste any time fighting him. They'd go straight for the clumsy little human like a rabid beast, if they were hungry enough. Exactly like a rabid beast. No amount of bravado would distract them from it.
Maybe their journey had ended, maybe he wasn't her bodyguard anymore, but that role has become ingrained after so long. It'd just taken seeing how overwhelmed she'd looked up close to properly kick it back into drive.
His expression fades into something more neutral as he presses on, setting the best pace he can without leaving her in the dust. He's not much for talk either, grateful for the silence before the inevitable onslaught of questions, which sure as shit - it begins.]
Dunno. [It fits for them all, even the ones she's yet to ask, most likely. She'd probably flip out on him if he just left it at that, though.] All the way on the other side of the world, if I had to guess. The locals seem to think there aren't any other countries, so there ain't jack to go on.
As for that guy, I haven't seen him.
[He so would be a fish, though.]
Doubt he's here, unless he showed up with you. Lucky bastard.
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[About half of a year to be exact, a whole winter. Yet it doesn't look or sound as if she's grown up much at all since they parted. He laughs puckishly at her, as promised. Ordering him to do something in that kind of tone was the fastest way to make him abandon any and all thoughts of doing said something. Girl was just going to have to squirm for now. Not like she could try and whack him from all the way down there.]
I'd ask if you've spilled tea on anybody lately, but you've still got all your fingers.
[He refuses her demand by creeping along the boughs. The grin sets off on the move in a gleaming crescent, the shadow behind it giving the vague impression of gangly limbs supporting a body on all fours. It's probably all very eerie looking from the ground; he's counting on it.
Except, another step and the branch begins to cave under his palm-- wait. no. not just the front bit, the whole damn thing is buckling.] Shit!
[And it snaps at the base, depositing Mugen straight down onto the forest floor in a whoosh of dead leaves.]
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[And it's hard to believe it had even been that long. It had taken a while for their wounds to heal, his and Jin's. After that they had parted ways, and she started walking. She didn't even know where she was going, did she? It was probably a stupid move, really. Not having a plan. Even letting them go, too...but she couldn't stay there, and she needed a little time alone.
Now, however? So not alone. That laugh is irritating, especially when it seems like it's directed at her. Frowning, Fuu crosses her arms, defensively.]
Somehow it seems like I've managed to avoid more trouble than you, at least.
[...And then, like a self-fulfilling prophecy, the branch buckles with a crack!, sending her former bodyguard falling through the underbrush. Fuu gasps; these trees are fairly tall, and it's a long way down, even for this guy.]
Sheesh! Be more careful, would you? Are you alright? [She won't fuss over him, she knows he doesn't need it. But if he gives an answer, she won't be paying attention to it: she's staring at the large, dark shapes that seem to be...coming out of his back. When she speaks again, her voice is cautious and tentative, like she doesn't believe what she's seeing, like she's not sure she wants an answer to her question.] Mugen...what are those...?
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Flight muscles. Still new. Not very cooperative. Figures that now, of all times, supplying a flap or two to break his fall was apparently beyond them, friggin' pieces of crap. Fortunately, it took a lot more than that to break his bones; the cat body that's been forced upon him was good for landings, at least.]
What are you talkin' about? I haven't seen you in months.
[Rising, wings slowly beginning to furl after their useless encore, he groans. Though, as he collects himself, he steals a quick glance at the look on Fuu's face, and it's as baffled as he expects.
He wouldn't say he looked awful. But different. Different, that's for sure.]
Was wonderin' when they were gonna fish up one of you two. 'Specially you, since you've got that knack for getting yourself into deep shit.
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Her first thought, one that scares her more than she's willing to admit, is that the things people have been telling her aren't an exaggeration at all. So she doesn't react to that beyond her moment of wide-eyed silence, instead going for something easier.]
Months? [She snorts lightly; taking a dismissive tone is easy. As for everything else -- she'll have to work that out when the shock wears off. Still, her eyes don't move from the wings, trying to take them in.] Are you sure you didn't hit your head? I just saw you a--!
[She groans, shaking her head. No, okay, that's just not important, especially not if he's gonna insult her like that. How annoying can one guy get?!]
...Ugh-- never mind! And don't talk to me about trouble, just look at you! What happened?!
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Those guys in white didn't tell you? [Assuming she'd arrived the same way and everything. His irritation is apparent in his frown and the prickly tone he takes.] Any stuff you've heard about monsters and a curse turnin' people into 'em - Sorry, but it's all for real.
[Please tell him she at least asked around before deciding that a frolic through the woods was an awesome idea. Please don't make him have to explain further. As real as it is, it also sounds fucking stupid out loud.
Climbing back to his feet, he steps closer, for however much good that's going to do her human eyes - human, because that's a term he has to consider now. His nails are dark and curved, and not just because he hasn't clipped them. Messy, thick fur lines his neck that no amount of shaving is gonna fix. And the cat ears? Okay. Good luck trying to think of a logical explanation for those.]
Take a look. [He invites, with a small sigh of resignation.]
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[It's not that she's in denial about it, exactly, it's just so...so out there that she could never imagine any of that being real. Those guys must not have known what they were talking about, or they were trying to scare her, or-- ... Okay, fine. So maybe she's a little in denial.
That doesn't last though, not with Mugen serving as living proof.
She looks him over quietly for a few minutes, observing his changes. Her human eyes don't catch everything, of course, how could they in this light? But some things you just can't miss. The wings. The-- the fur. The ears. After a moment, she reaches out, very, very hesitantly...and tugs gently on one of those ears. Immediately she pulls her hand back, surprised.]
Th-- they're real!
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...
But if this is what it takes to fast forward through this whole convincing part, then fine. His scowl deepens to the point of jutting though, and the ear itself still draws back reflexively as she brushes the hairs around it.
Duh, they're real. And very sensitive; it snaps against his skull as though burned the second it gets released. What'd she think was gonna happen? That it was just gonna fall off like part of a costume? He doesn't play dress up.] Toldya.
Can't ever just take my word for anything, can you? [The only thing missing from that statement is a childish huff.]
Now c'mon, let's get a move on. This ain't the place to chat.
[Mugen jerks his head, indicating the direction they need to go in, and just starts walking. What he'd come out here looking for, well... That could be put on hold for the time being. Not like she had a chance of finding her own way out with that horse bastard's magic screwing with her head, as if he could trust her to be able to, anyway.]
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It'll take a while. Probably.
She makes a face at him, somewhere between a pout and a glare.]
Of course not. No one could take something like this just on faith!
[What kind of idiot does he think she is, anyway?! ...But she falls quiet when he says that. Not the place to chat? If someone like him is saying that...just how dangerous is this place?
She tries very, very hard to put on a nonchalant face as she follows him through the dark woods, silently, staring at his wings as she goes along. She stumbles on one or two occasions over a root or a rock. Other than that, though? She's quiet. Unusually quiet -- although it doesn't last too long. Eventually she can't help it.]
So... [she begins, uncertainly,] What's with this place, anyway? I know it's not Japan, but...how far away are we?
[...] And what about Jin -- he's not here, too, is he?
[She doesn't even wanna think about what he might be turning into. Some kind of giant fish or something? (Fur-bearing trout aren't even REAL, she has to remind herself, thinking back to those stupid pamphlets.)]
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Maybe their journey had ended, maybe he wasn't her bodyguard anymore, but that role has become ingrained after so long. It'd just taken seeing how overwhelmed she'd looked up close to properly kick it back into drive.
His expression fades into something more neutral as he presses on, setting the best pace he can without leaving her in the dust. He's not much for talk either, grateful for the silence before the inevitable onslaught of questions, which sure as shit - it begins.]
Dunno. [It fits for them all, even the ones she's yet to ask, most likely. She'd probably flip out on him if he just left it at that, though.] All the way on the other side of the world, if I had to guess. The locals seem to think there aren't any other countries, so there ain't jack to go on.
As for that guy, I haven't seen him.
[He so would be a fish, though.]
Doubt he's here, unless he showed up with you. Lucky bastard.