NOV. TEST DRIVE

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Sorry to be late this time!



G'day, Ruby City!

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:

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


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


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


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


5. 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.


6. The Coffee Joint: A lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.


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

Scenarios

1. 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.


2. 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.


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


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

Have fun, guys!

Comments

Dick Grayson / Nightwing || DC Comics

[niqhtwinq]

[ The Clocktower ]

[ A lean, athletic figure perches on the railing. He almost resembles a gargoyle with the way his arms drape in front of his knees, balancing on his toes. Musculature is easy to see through the skintight clothing which is a dark blue. Teal stripes trace his arms from his fingers to his shoulders, connecting across his chest. A dark pointy mask conceals his identity, eyes and brows not visible. Peering through his white-out lenses, he observes the city, taking mental notes of his new and unfamiliar location. ]

[waywardbird]

[ Even from the base of the Clocktower, it was easy to see the bright blue 'v' of Nightwing against the dark sky. Most people wouldn't have looked up and just passed right on by, completely oblivious to the out of place speck of blue. But Jason, well-

Jason wasn't most people.

Against his better judgement, Jason went to the top, sticking to dark shadows. Dick Grayson didn't know he was alive and Jason liked it better that way. ]

You know, there are better ways to do that. Usually by finding a map.

[niqhtwinq]

[ He was well aware of the new presence and wasn't the least bit surprised by it. ]

I like my methods just fine.

[ Nevermind that a map might tell him the name of this city as well as a few other key features. In reality, he doesn't care much about anything other than which direction Blüdhaven lies in.

He turns to face the voice and sets his jaw in an unreadable expression. ]

[waywardbird]

[ Jason doesn't move from his spot. He likes his little slice of shadow just fine, thank you very much. ]

Whatever floats your boat. I think I'll stick to the maps myself.

[ He crosses his arms and leans back against the door to the stairwell. His expression is carefully blank, though his eyes have narrowed. Why did he think it was a good idea to capture Dick's attention? Oh yeah, cause he's a dumbass. ]

[niqhtwinq]

[ Slipping off the railing, he straightens up. This guy is really suspicious. ]

You're saying you have a map, then?

[ In which case, he has an advantage over Dick. He doesn't like when people have advantages. Right now, he's wishing Oracle was available to offer some information. ]

[waywardbird]

[ Jason feigned nonchalance, but he felt a definite itch to get the fuck out of Dodge. Dick was creeping closer and closer and Jason really didn't like that. Such a fucking dumbass. ]

Not on me. Got some in the library though. You should go check them out, they're nice. Educational.

[niqhtwinq]

[ A slight twitch in his lip made him seem almost disappointed. Usually, Dick had a little voice in his ear telling him mundane things such as where the hell he was. He didn't want to have to go and "study" his surroundings if he didn't have to. ]

In the meantime, care to fill me in on where the hell I am?

[ He hopes that's a question he never has to ask again. ]

[waywardbird]

It's called Ruby City. Benevolent overlords pick people up and drop them here. There's no way out and there's no trying to escape.

[ Jason smiles. It's not a nice smile. ]

I guess you could say we're the entertainment.

[niqhtwinq]

Uh, what?

[ He sounds incredibly intelligent as nothing makes sense to him. Now he really doesn't trust Mr. Mysterious over here. Sounds like he's just pulling his leg. ]

[waywardbird]

[ The smile drops and he rolls his eyes. Okay, time to ollie the fuck out. ]

You heard me.

[ He pushes himself off the door, putting a hand on the door knob. ]

Ask anybody, they'll tell you the same thing.

[niqhtwinq]

Hu- Wait!

[ Before he knows what he's doing, he reaches towards the man and lays a hand on his shoulder. Something about him is intriguing, and he knows things that are more than probably useful information. There's a pause as Dick wracks his brain for something to say and internally curses his impulsivity. He just has so many questions. ]

Who calls the shots. . . and how long have you been here, anyway?

[waywardbird]

Nobody knows.

[ The answer is clipped as Jason shrugs his shoulder out of Dick's hold. Please, no touching. ]

A couple months, at least.

[ This was a spectacularly bad idea. ]

[niqhtwinq]

Months?

[ Dick puts a little more space between them and sits on the railing. He's not sure what he's supposed to think and much less does he know what he's supposed to do. ]

Let me get this straight. We're all here against our will, held by god knows who, for reasons unknown. It just doesn't make sense.

[waywardbird]

[ The space helps ease the worries on Jason's mind a little. He hesitates at the door before looking at Dick again. Something in him very much wanted to raise a little hell; but he wasn't prepared and that just ruined all the fun. Fucking with Dick would really be icing on the cake. ]

Lots of things don't make sense, this ain't that special. Like costumed vigilantes. And here I thought you guys only existed in floppies.

[ Or at least, that's where he'd been told he was from. Batman was a comic book character, who knew. ]

[niqhtwinq]

Floppies?

[ He huffs. ]

Hell, costumes are basically all that I know.

So, where were you pulled from?

[waywardbird]

[ Something in his head clicked. Why was he being so casual about this? Who just asked someone where they were from? Jason gave Dick a disbelieving look. Were things just that goddamn easy for Dick Grayson all the time?

He was actually offended. His eyes narrowed. Okay, prepared or not, he was doing this. ]

Gotham City.

[niqhtwinq]

[ Every hair on the back of Dick's neck is standing. Something is off in the other man's tone. As if the situation isn't confusing enough, now it's blown way out of proportion. He feels severely disadvantaged and it leaves him on edge. ]

Then perhaps you know who I am already, then.

[waywardbird]

[ Jason stepped out into the light, smirking. ]

Who the hell wouldn't know who you are? Everybody knows Nightwing.

[ He circles a little, like a predator. ]

How's Bludhaven? Still a little crispy around the edges, or have you not gotten to that part yet?

[niqhtwinq]

[ His breath is caught in his chest momentarily and he can't breathe. This person has been here for supposedly a few months, yet knows about Blüdhaven? That doesn't make sense. ]

The last I remember, before this, I was - I.

[ Clearing his throat, he tries again. His voice cracks again anyway. ]

I was doing what I could.

Who are you? It seems to me a little unfair that I don't know anything about you.

[waywardbird]

You know, I think I'm going to keep that to myself.

[ Jason smiles, sharp and raw. Placing a hand on his chest in his act of false cheer. ]

I'd hate to ruin the surprise.

[niqhtwinq]

[ Dick's unease definitely isn't being settled. He subconsciously takes a defensive stance.]

I'm not sure I like surprises.

[ Although, He's pretty sure he has no choice. ]

[waywardbird]

You never know, Dickiebird.

[ Jason draws his knife. ]

You might just like this one.

[ But he doubts it. ]

[niqhtwinq]

[ His heart jumps, and not just at the knife. That nickname. . . ]

What I'd like at this moment is some answers.

[ Dick's reflexes have his escrima sticks out before he can even think about them. His mind is busy racing with even more questions. Why is this man attacking him? Dick is pretty sure he's been singled out, but he doesn't recognize the man at all. ]

Who the hell are you?

[waywardbird]

Aw, you mean you don't recognize me? Not too surprising, I guess.

[ At this point, Jason's smirk is practically feral. He flips the knife around in his hand, not yet attacking. In fact, it almost looks like he's playing. ]

I'm supposed to be 6 feet under. Guess we can't always get what we want, hm?

[ Almost. After all, Jason was never very good at play. Always took it too personal. ]

[niqhtwinq]

[ He takes a step closer to the man again, trying to find something familiar. It finally clicks. ]

Jason?!

[ Dick's shoulders immediately slump, but his eyes don't leave Jason's face. He wants to close the space between them, but unfortunately there's a knife between them so he keeps his feet planted.

He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, but doesn't know what to say. It's not easy for him to process the situation properly. His brain and his emotions are currently overloaded. ]