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.
Still, his response + that visible recoil makes her laugh. All teeth and sharp angles as her fingertips find their way to the empty holster at her hip. It's not the first time she's crossed paths with someone that functions without violence but damn, there's no getting used to the mental image of it.
Probably because she doesn't exactly have one.] Lucky you.
[Any place that classifies killing as a hobby instead of a necessity must be real nice. Or real boring. Maybe both.] Still, if the punchline around here isn't all bullshit you're gonna want to change that point of view real fast.
[Hey, now, he never said that he didn't participate in violence, just that he never killed anyone.
That laugh does not rub off on him well. This is not a topic that should be laughed about.]
I won't have to.
[Honestly, he'd rather not spend this much time thinking about what everyone is telling him is inevitable, but since she brought up the elephant in the room...]
Even if I had to kill someone, I don't have to enjoy it.
[He's actually serious. Her eyebrows lift; she's busy blinking away the unexpected alternative that isn't all black and white. Besides the fact that killing without enjoying it is just-- sad. Sure, you can suck down nutrient-powder for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the sake of getting eating done, but where's the fun in it? Might as well sign your life away right there and then.]
Everyone is important to someone else, even the...nobodies. There was a certain lot back home that treated the lives of others as a means for their own selfish goals. I'm not about to become like them.
If I have to kill, it will have to be in the name of survival. Nothing less.
Survival's usually the bottom line, champ. Useless killing makes you no better than bandits, that's for damn sure. [Meaning that in spite of any and all differences on that front they agree. Sure, she'd tried the whole bandit deal back when she was a kid with fresh scars. Most people did. Only difference was she gave it up for mercenary work - clearing out the corrupt trash that liked to call itself the local government, bandit lords that thought being the law meant tormenting the townsfolk, wound up saving a planet. That sort of thing.]
Doesn't mean you can't have a little fun makin' the bad guys pay in the meantime. Crime's everywhere - even here.
Sorry, can't see myself enjoying it. Even if they "deserve"...
[He pauses, distracted by her other point.]
You think the people here are dumb enough to give us a good reason to off them?
[A tramp like him, making his living in the dark corners of an otherwise bright and bustling city, isn't going to deny that any established town is going to be devoid of crime. But there are tiers of crime, after all, and a big difference between petty theft and holding someone at gunpoint.]
Sure. [Could she sound any more confident? Chances are probably not, tongue briefly pressed to the tip of an eye tooth, attention flicking away from him to the locals milling about with fixed stares.
She's not even thinking when she reaches up to scratch the itch that's prickling away at her cheek, feels the tacky draw of warm blood as she realizes it was one of the still-raw scratches from their unpleasant arrival. All it earns is a quick pause spent wiping it away via rubbing a few fingers together, ruddy smudge on her cheek still stuck where it'd been left off.] Even if these people don't meet the criteria, one of us might. Power's got a way of screwing with heads; someone's gotta keep it all in check.
Sure, he's a fighter, though he keeps the thrill of the brawl to himself--and there was always the safety net of, you know, not actually having to end someone's life. But back then, it was all good "clean" fun, all about the sport and burning off testosterone, not a matter of life or death or keeping innocent people safe.]
Never fancied myself as a vigilante, but it's a sentiment I can support.
[He tilts his head to the side, as if to get a better look at the smear on her face.]
[Nisha cracks a smile, almost laughs though it doesn't really live past the initial scoff of genuine, innocuous amusement. Thinks he's joking for all a half-second before it sinks in again like some glaring cultural distance between them. It's so strange. Weird and bizarre and so entirely foreign that she watches him before bothering to respond, fingers still curled in midair.] If you've got a hypo on you I won't say no.
[The hesitation makes it clear that he has no idea what she means by hypno. Indeed, there's a huge cultural boundary between the two of them, as well as almost anyone else that washes up on the coast. It's a wonder they can even communicate with each other--or the locals, for that matter.]
Be right back.
[He takes off to fetch a bottle of isopropyl and a stack of gauze, a quick and effortless endeavor when everyone here is quick to please. He dampens one of the sheets of gauze and hands it to her.]
Might sting a little.
[...just in case she's not familiar with this stuff.]
[Judging by the clueless, moderately confused look he returns to find at the bottle et all in his hands, she's not. Not directly, anyway.
Not that any injuries less than losing a few fingers or a torso or all your internal organs are usually a first aid deal back home to begin with. Still, she's clearly entertained enough by the idea to play along: stands there patiently watching him while he wets the gauze and passes it off.
Holds it against her cheek without flinching or sucking in even the slightest breath, waiting for some indeterminate amount of time or a cue or...]
How long's this stuff supposed to take to work?
[Doesn't feel healed through the cotton; maybe she's doing it wrong.]
[He smirks. He's no stranger to the concept of instantaneous healing technology, though such a privilege was reserved for the higher echelons of Cloudbank. Him, well, let's just say he'd rather have his body take care of it on its own.]
It's only a disinfectant, just something to clean up with.
Oh. [Wah-wahh magic over. Nisha purses her lips in a pseudo conciliatory shrug, peeling the gauze away and eyeing its now muddy surface for a few beats before it's tossed to one side. Hard to go from medi-stations to this; girl's currently tallying the idea under this whole rodeo just being a real challenge.
And you know what, it works.]
Thanks. [It's pretty dour. Flat and even and not some cheery expression of gratitude, but that's how she sounds from the get-go: business without bullshit. Given that she's not wearing an expression to match, chances are good that she actually does mean it.]
Hey, no problem. Call me if you ever change your mind about picking up the slack, could use a strong arm or two to help out. [Some part of her suspects he's too soft-hearted for the job. Doesn't make him any less of a curiosity, though, for someone so unfamiliar with the concept.
So the lack of reciprocation doesn't even come close to bothering her - can't be hard to find a guy all cyberneticed up in a place like this. She tips her hat, couples the gesture with an easy wink.]
[She's not wrong. He is soft-hearted, and he knows that if and when the context comes up, he'll struggle. But knowing someone like her is a little bit of a comfort, as odd as that may seem considering we're talking about someone who clearly has no problem killing other people. If it really is a means of survival, he might need her influence in order to avoid cowing out of the task and end up hurting himself or someone he cares about.]
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Still, his response + that visible recoil makes her laugh. All teeth and sharp angles as her fingertips find their way to the empty holster at her hip. It's not the first time she's crossed paths with someone that functions without violence but damn, there's no getting used to the mental image of it.
Probably because she doesn't exactly have one.] Lucky you.
[Any place that classifies killing as a hobby instead of a necessity must be real nice. Or real boring. Maybe both.] Still, if the punchline around here isn't all bullshit you're gonna want to change that point of view real fast.
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That laugh does not rub off on him well. This is not a topic that should be laughed about.]
I won't have to.
[Honestly, he'd rather not spend this much time thinking about what everyone is telling him is inevitable, but since she brought up the elephant in the room...]
Even if I had to kill someone, I don't have to enjoy it.
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You're serious.
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Everyone is important to someone else, even the...nobodies. There was a certain lot back home that treated the lives of others as a means for their own selfish goals. I'm not about to become like them.
If I have to kill, it will have to be in the name of survival. Nothing less.
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Doesn't mean you can't have a little fun makin' the bad guys pay in the meantime. Crime's everywhere - even here.
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[He pauses, distracted by her other point.]
You think the people here are dumb enough to give us a good reason to off them?
[A tramp like him, making his living in the dark corners of an otherwise bright and bustling city, isn't going to deny that any established town is going to be devoid of crime. But there are tiers of crime, after all, and a big difference between petty theft and holding someone at gunpoint.]
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She's not even thinking when she reaches up to scratch the itch that's prickling away at her cheek, feels the tacky draw of warm blood as she realizes it was one of the still-raw scratches from their unpleasant arrival. All it earns is a quick pause spent wiping it away via rubbing a few fingers together, ruddy smudge on her cheek still stuck where it'd been left off.] Even if these people don't meet the criteria, one of us might. Power's got a way of screwing with heads; someone's gotta keep it all in check.
Keep decent, innocent folk safe where it counts.
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[Well, when you put it like that...
Sure, he's a fighter, though he keeps the thrill of the brawl to himself--and there was always the safety net of, you know, not actually having to end someone's life. But back then, it was all good "clean" fun, all about the sport and burning off testosterone, not a matter of life or death or keeping innocent people safe.]
Never fancied myself as a vigilante, but it's a sentiment I can support.
[He tilts his head to the side, as if to get a better look at the smear on her face.]
Still there. Want something for that?
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[The hesitation makes it clear that he has no idea what she means by hypno. Indeed, there's a huge cultural boundary between the two of them, as well as almost anyone else that washes up on the coast. It's a wonder they can even communicate with each other--or the locals, for that matter.]
Be right back.
[He takes off to fetch a bottle of isopropyl and a stack of gauze, a quick and effortless endeavor when everyone here is quick to please. He dampens one of the sheets of gauze and hands it to her.]
Might sting a little.
[...just in case she's not familiar with this stuff.]
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Not that any injuries less than losing a few fingers or a torso or all your internal organs are usually a first aid deal back home to begin with. Still, she's clearly entertained enough by the idea to play along: stands there patiently watching him while he wets the gauze and passes it off.
Holds it against her cheek without flinching or sucking in even the slightest breath, waiting for some indeterminate amount of time or a cue or...]
How long's this stuff supposed to take to work?
[Doesn't feel healed through the cotton; maybe she's doing it wrong.]
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It's only a disinfectant, just something to clean up with.
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And you know what, it works.]
Thanks. [It's pretty dour. Flat and even and not some cheery expression of gratitude, but that's how she sounds from the get-go: business without bullshit. Given that she's not wearing an expression to match, chances are good that she actually does mean it.]
Nisha, by the way. Nisha Kadam. Lawbringer.
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But really, though, dried blood on skin is never a fun experience.]
Pleasure, Nisha. Wish the circumstances were better.
[...and he shows no signs of returning the introduction.]
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So the lack of reciprocation doesn't even come close to bothering her - can't be hard to find a guy all cyberneticed up in a place like this. She tips her hat, couples the gesture with an easy wink.]
Adios, partner. I'll see you around.
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See ya.