test drive meme.

[fablemods]

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... You snap awake with a sudden jolt, the sounds of nature surrounding you. The ground is warm beneath your hands, a press of fabric under your head. Sit up. Look around. This isn't where you fell asleep. Not even close to it. But with no one around you, answers as to how you got there in the first place are a little beyond your reach for now. If you decide to head off, don't forget your bag. You'll want that if you plan on making it out here. If you want to survive. And if you don't want to move, well...good luck. There's a shadow on the prowl. A rustle of leaves, a snap of twigs. Glowing eyes in the distance... -------------------- Characters find themselves waking up on the bare ground (or a bed if they're very lucky), a leather pack beneath their head, and entirely alone. It's not where they fell asleep that night. Isn't even close. The sky is the wrong shade, the ground isn't quite right. The only note of familiarity are the clothes on their back. Searching through their pack, characters will find a change of clothes, a few food rations, and something personal to them. They'll also find a pouch of wooden coins and a shard of mirror. Before they get a real chance to investigate those items though, they'll hear a rustle in the distance. The sounds of something moving around. It's their cue to get moving too. And somehow, all characters find their feet guiding them in the same direction. Off towards the Great Lake, less than ten minutes walk away, no matter where on the island they first woke up. Welcome to the island of Leutheria. Welcome to the Fablelands test drive. Above is an arrival prompt that players are welcome to use to introduce or test out any characters they are interested in bringing to the game. Below is an on-going event that takes place throughout the first two weeks of a character's arrival. (Though the wolf will still remain a constant presence on the island for the months to come). And of course, you are free to use this post for any other prompts you wish to use, or mirrorshard conversations too. All threads are able to be used as game canon, providing both players agree to it, and can ultimately be used for bonus AC if you wish to. If you have any questions, please direct them to the FAQ. And without further adieu, let's get on with the show! premise | faq | locations | wishing well | taken | reserves | applications | hiatus/drop | bonus ac

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away... You wake to the feeling of being watched. Of a set of unfamiliar eyes, of warm breath on the back of your neck. A jolt back to the land of the living, and it's gone. No matter how quick you are, how sneaky, the source of the disruption has long since disappeared, so you have no choice but to try and ignore it. To continue on with your day and try to set that moment of strangeness aside. You eat, drink, speak with others. Perhaps you explore a little. Whatever it is you choose to do for the day, that feeling from the morning won't return. And by the time the sun sets and the moon glows brightly above, you've likely set those moments of strangeness aside. It's not like it's anything new, after all. It's the same again for the next few days. No better, no worse. Something best ignored, right? A speck of blood on the doorframe. That wasn't there before, was it? A snap of twigs in the distance. A crunch of leaves. Claw marks gouged deeply into the door. Into the wall above your bed. Scraps of red fabric, turned darker with blood. Pieces of fur. Of flesh. Do you run and hide? Do you fight? Whatever you choose, it's definitely time to make sure your body parts aren't scattered next... ...what a horribly big mouth you have. -------------------- Since first waking up on the island, characters have been stuck with that feeling of being watched. It isn't a constant. Isn't more than a few seconds at a time, dotted throughout the day. Investigation has never turned up much, and there's never been any sightings of the cause of it all. Until now. Throughout the first half of the week, characters will find themselves suffering from that feeling of being watched on a far more constant basis. Rather than it being a one-off, few seconds occurrence each day, that feeling will last for minutes at a time, and on multiple occasions. However, it isn't until the fifth day that they'll start stumbling across physical signs of their monitoring. There are claw marks on doors. Spots of blood on the paths outside. A crack of twigs in the forests, or the imprint of bloodied paws in the snow. Ten days in and those signs start finding their way indoors. Wet footprints, tinged with red. Claw marks in the walls, the floor. Torn sheets and the smell of wet...something. Whatever it is that's been watching you, its finally decided to come and say hello. Two weeks in and characters will begin to have sightings of the creature, its fur dark and its eyes a glowing yellow. At times it looks like a wolf, prowling in the distance. At other times, it's walking on its hind legs, almost human were it not for the muzzle full of gleaming sharp teeth. Get too close, and it slips away like a shadow, gone between one blink and the next. It decides when to reach out to characters, not the other way round. It's after characters finally get a good look at the creature that it starts leaving...gifts. Characters will start to find familiar items from their home worlds amidst the mess. The remains of a childhood pet, perhaps. Photographs of loved ones, faces torn almost beyond recognition. It's only once it delivers its final gift that the creature retreats to the trees again: a blood-splattered item of clothing that clearly belongs to the person the character misses the most at the time, alive or dead. [credit 1 & credit 2]

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[wahey]

[The old contours of the book brings a look of surprise to his face - and with it, something else shifting in the devilman’s large frame. Perhaps Ryo might feel the more subtle stirring air of the demon’s energy leaving his body, threads of static barely visible at the standing ends of fur, but the physical changes are too drastic and simultaneous to easily ignore.

The thick keratin of claws retract back into their beds as the dense undercoat on his legs thin out until bare skin was all that was left underneath. Crouched on the ground, the monstrous mass of his limbs slim down to human proportions. The long tail, with all its tense and emotive curves and arrowhead tip, vanishes into his spine. Wing-like crests and thick antenna lose their shape, becoming a formless, writhing mane of hair absent of any effect of gravity. The shearing carnassials and fangs of his teeth lose their vicious sharpness - though a hint of them remains by the end.

Akira soon stands to his feet, bare as the day he was born, and wipes the still-present blood from his mouth. His eyes are obstructed by wisps of hair, falling chaotically over his face once they lose their supernatural viscosity. The yellow glow of the demon fades from his eyes until there is nothing but a familiar, warm umber staring back at Ryo, and a hand (mostly) wiped clean of his lunch reaching for the book.]

[Touching the worn paper edges with his fingers brought fond memories of being lost with Ryo in the curiosities of the Professor’s study. Despite his rougher appearance and even more physical methods nowadays, the human Fudo Akira once enjoyed diving through a library - whether they be at his school or in the dark corridors of the Asuka mansion. His room in the Makimura’s house was sparsely populated, save for small things like this copy of the Divine Comedy he'd taken a liking to, unaware of just how relevant Dante’s stories would be to his future.]

Why this, of all things…?

[Akira muses on the question as he picks it up out of Ryo’s hand, his own pack nearly empty in comparison. A quick flip of the pages uncovers the scent of old paper before the book is packed away.]

I have something for you too. Let’s trade.

[Akira offers his lighter bag in with the thing in question, taking notice of how Ryo’s strap sank sharply into his shoulder. Even with his friend’s uncanny endurance, Akira knew he’d have an easier time carting around something heavy on his own back. Ryo was still human, as far as he knew.]