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RC Test Drive!

I don't really have a fitting picture for this.

G'day, Ruby City! It's time for a meme for both testdrivers and denizens.

Been itching to test out some CR but haven't had the posts to do it? Thinking of apping a character but not sure they'll fit in the city walls?

Have no fear, a meme for you is here.

Directions:

Post with your character with their name and canon on top!

Choose a location and prompt or wait for someone else to tag.

If you'd like, leave contact info for people to get in contact for plotting and other such shenans.

Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to chat OOC while tagging.

Locations:

Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.

Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?

The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!

The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.

The Library: You came to do a little research, but it looks like all of the information's just out of your reach. Though, you can always find a way to pass the time here.

The Coffee Joint: Run by Lukas, a lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.

Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.

Scenarios

Just walked in: You intended to get here, and you made your way in; but now someone's caught your eye and you'd like to have a chat.

Been here all day: You've been sitting around minding the time. Maybe you didn't notice them at first or maybe you were just working up the courage to talk-- either way, they know you're here and you know it too.

Inclement weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?

Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!

Have fun, guys!

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[there is actually a delay in Zacharie arriving. that alone probably says how much he is not sure about this. on one hand, it was Sucre. On the other...hand...

"I guess it's better like that."

he approaches slowly. a dozen or so greetings come to mind, ones the merchant had said to many different people over the course of his stay but none of them work so...]

Sucre.

[The girl that whirls, dances, moves towards him is definitely, honestly, truly Sucre --

but her eyes are glassier than they'd been in her younger days. Oh, yes. Sucre's had her sugar.

There's a reason she's so happy.]

Zacharie?

[She tilts her head to the side, reaching for him.]

How real is real, that you're here? In this place with no metal, no plastic, no smoke?

[he allows her close, close enough to see the haze in her eyes and Zacharie knows why she's so happy. oh Sucre...]

The same reason you are here, my dearest friend. The Puppeteers brought us here for awhile. We are completely off script and ad libbing all our lines. Ahahha...

[he tries sounding as chipper as normal but falls flat. without knowing the script, Zacharie didn't know what to expect.]

Oh, dearest. And you were never good at improv, were you?

[Her hands lift to touch his face, cupping his cheeks.]

Dearest Zacharie, how have you managed, in this place with no rules to keep its puppets safe? How have you stayed safe? Just obeying your puppeteer?

[She smiles. ~~When isn't she smiling?~~]

I missed you! We could dance, if you'd like. Dream of better days, in this better place where the grass is green and the sky is so, so blue. Would you like that?

Safe enough, although my Puppeteer neglected to mention the lack of credits here. It seems they are trying to break my poor heart!

[he laughs. ~~and stop insulting me Zacharie, if you wanted to know you should have looked at the FAQ.~~]

I'd like to think my ability to improv dances were at least at a passing grade. But luckily enough, we don't have to dream. The grass is green here, or at least out of this train station. I would like to dance with you again but maybe in a place where we don't have to worry about falling off track.

[and he kind of wants you out of here before the Batter showed up. that would end badly.]

Passing is not always succeeding, dearest Zacharie.

[Hearing a genuine laugh from him makes her giggle, and she drops her hands to her sides, skipping lightly around him, spinning slowly as she moves. She sighs happily, actually brushing against him, her fingers grazing his shoulder.]

Then show me the stage, my fellow puppet. Where are we dancing, if not here? In a place with a roof? Shining lights on the walls? A crackling fire, all the warmth of homes that we never had?

[he hums for a minute, thinking.]

The top of a clock tower, high in the sky. The roofs of the houses or somewhere in the sea. There are hills that could come alive with our dancing with no need to dream of what we no longer have. This is no longer a video game but a place we can explore, off script with longer strings.

[and he could keep a better eye on you this time.]

What do you say, my dearest friend Sucre? Do those stages sound wonderful to you?

[She clasps her hands together, nearly bouncing in place at his descriptions.]

With you? Oh, Zacharie, yes. New stages in a new zone, one that doesn't sing of pain and madness.

[That smile is - for once - very nearly genuine, and the glassy sheen in her eyes seems a little less present than it was when they began talking.]

Show me. Please?

Ahahah. Well then, shall we?

[and he'll hold out his hand to her. Zacharie couldn't transport two people - that wasn't want it was for - but he could still lead. a tour.

give him a second to switch masks. Sucre was the only one he'd do this in front of because he didn't worry. she knew what was under his masks, the only one to know.]

[She covers her eyes all the same, even giggling. They're in public; the fact that Zacharie would change his masks here - even for her - was still a big deal.

She peeks from behind her hands with a wink and a half-smile, and when she's sure he has the proper mask in place, she slips her hand into his.]

Lead the way. Yes.

With pleasure! Maiou.

[still just as terrible. but he leads her through the city at a slow pace for her sake, to let Sucre look at what she wanted. his aim was for the clock tower but he would stop wherever she wanted to.]

[She doesn't ask to stop anywhere, though she does occasionally release his hand and skip around him in a small circle, even cartwheeling a couple times, because she's just.

So.

Happy.

When they reach the clocktower, she bounds up the stairs, not hesitant in the least, though if he lets her get too far ahead, he'll come to a disheartening sight: Sucre, upon reaching the pinnacle, has settled in place and is rifling through her inventory.

Specifically, she's digging out her small stash of sugar and taking a bite. Or two. ~~Or three.~~]

[disheartening sight indeed, and he can't help but sigh.]

Sucre...don't.

[that's all he really can say about the matter. he knew that this may wind up being like their last conversation - last proper conversation when she was still - but....well he did not want to see her go down the path she had when the game came to a close.]

[One spoonful down, and she blinks up at him.

Somewhere, in the dim backwaters of her mind, she remembers the sugar being a problem, she remembers the fight they had.

It's enough to make her wince.]

Please?

[She looks hopeful, even as she's screwing the lid back onto the jar, the little silver spoon still inside. She puts it away, without any further argument, and she even has the presence of mind to look a little ashamed.]

It's so dark without it, Zacharie.

[She sighs.] But I'll. Try. If only to keep your shadows long gone and your happiness bright. I don't want to stop dancing with you again.

[he crouches down beside her and lifts his mask slightly so she can see his smile, all scars, stitches and dark marks.]

I know it is and I neglected to bring a nightlight. But I will try my best to help you this time and dance away the darkness with you. You won't have to look for pleasant things if they are already here, my dearest friend.

[As she always had, she reaches to brush her fingers lightly over his scars, as though she could smooth away his wounds with a touch. It was a familiar notion, and just further proof that even the months ~~and possibly years~~ that had separated them couldn't keep them apart.

He is, and always would be, her closest friend.]

Will you bring one next time? [She leans closer, her forehead touching his, her voice softening as though she's confiding in him a great secret.] You know, I am very scared.

[that's right. out of all the people that Zacharie called a friend, Sucre was the closest he'd ever have.

shame the script--]

Yes I will. You'd think being the obligatory items merchant I would have one but I guess not!

[but the joke falls flat at her next words and Zacharie understands.]

I know Sucre. I am...I am scared too.

[She sits back, her hands on her knees, her smile a little shakier than it normally is.]

Well, that's good. It's brighter now, isn't it?

[Or maybe that's just the sugar. Whatever it is, she reaches to take his hand between her own, thumb idly stroking over the back of his knuckles.]

I'm glad you're here. [There's a silent moment, and she giggles.] I missed you, fellow puppet. The darkness is so much greater without your voice. It's harder to remember shining skies when all I have is my own scared sights.

This is. Is better.

[that's the problem he has. telling what is Sucre and what is just the sugar talking.]

Yeah...it's better like this.

[maybe he would fall into the same pitfall of looking for that elusive day of brightness and color. but that was not in the cards, he knew. there were always downsides to being aware of everything, after all.]

Do you like the sky here?

[She tilts her head back, looking up. There's a glimmer in her eye, a brightness that wasn't there a moment ago.

It's going to be a while before Sucre's without her sugar, but she really will try. Because Zacharie asked her to.]

Yes. It's pretty. All the smoke's up there, like white clouds. And so much blue. I do like blue.

Are you still selling the world to itself?

[Zacharie chuckles, switching masks again. he liked the brightness in her eyes that was Sucre instead of the sugar.

that and talking about business was something he could go on about for hours since there was no script that could be skipped.]

As always! Obligatory and all. This and that needs to be sold and everyone here is willing to trade with me. Although there is still the tragedy that there are no credits to be found here. It's terrible Sucre.

[he's being a little dramatic but it never really hurt anyone.]

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