June Test Drive~!

[rubycitymods]

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

Finarfin | Tolkien

[goldenfair]

1.

A most unpleasant form of transportation. At the least, however, there was little of the actual travel that Finarfin recalled. Though that in itself was a bit...disturbing, to lightly describe it. The noble elf, tall and fair, studied all he could, wary but not immediately going on the defensive.

A place he did not belong, and yet here he was. Whisked away to wherever this was. Beings he knew nothing of walked all around, chattering in languages he knew not of, yet could understand just as clearly were they speaking Quenya - he hardly dared believe his ears.

Yet - this was where he was. Now. He stepped out of the way of others, turning to keep yet more in sight to learn what he could until he could learn just how to return to his people.

4. [Open to having him get bumped into anywhere!]

[silvergift]

One familiar face stumbles off the train, cringing away from large groups with her arms wrapped around her almost protectively. There's no outward sign of her distress aside from that, wavy silver hair hanging loosely around her like a shield. It doesn't take her long to weave her way between people and obstacles until she's somewhere open and quiet where she feels like she can breathe.

[goldenfair]

Silver hair caught his attention and he turned, noting how she moved and held herself. How she hid from the crowd. His heart clenched in memory of those yet early days, though why had that fear returned? Finarfin hardly wasted a thought before he weaved his way through the masses to reach her side, concern only evident in a crease of brow and swiftness of step.

"Celebrian," he murmured, just loud enough to catch her attention and not surprise her if he could avoid it.

[silvergift]

Her eyes flicked around, to the others in the train station, to the signs and then to whoever had said her name. It took only a moment for relief to flood her and to relax but her arms stay around her.

"Grandfather." Her eyes flick back to the signs around the station, carefully making out the words on them. Ruby City. It doesn't sound like anywhere in Valinor or Middle Earth that she's ever heard of.

[goldenfair]

She was too nervous, even for this strange situation. Finarfin stepped closer, aiming to shield her from others' sight. Protect this precious light. No, there was no such place that he knew of on Arda.

But she knows him, and that relief relieves him. He reached out to rest a hand lightly on her arm, guiding her away from where she'd sequestered herself. Away, towards the strangely built structures.

"You have not been harmed?" If the answer was that she had been, he would not be so peaceful about it.

[silvergift]

She leans close, instinctively, when he reaches out. His is a familiar and welcome presence, an important one too when in a strange place. She'd had no such comfort the last time she found herself somewhere that she didn't recognize.

"I am alright." But uncomfortable, her body language says. There's still a wariness in her eyes and she's easily guided. "What of you?"

[goldenfair]

Clearly this was cause for concern. He didn't like how this was affecting her, not one bit. He didn't know where they were any more than she did though, but that didn't keep him from searching out a likely place to regroup and speak. Finarfin kept his hand on her arm, gentle, reassuring.

Uncomfortable, but unharmed. "I have not been touched, aside from however we were brought here."

[silvergift]

At least she isn't running or curling up and trying to block out the world around her. It's progress for someone who still has nightmares although a great deal of her behavior, right now, can be attributed to Finarfin.

"I'm glad. I do not even remember anyone bringing me. I was with you and grandmother and then... I was not."

[goldenfair]

It was certainly a good thing, though he had hope she would return to that bright light he knew and loved. Not that he loved her any less, but this level of timidity just wasn't the Celebrian he'd come to know since he'd first lain eyes on her on the dock. He'd never given up hope that he'd seen family, but the state she'd been in was far from something he'd ever forget.

He nodded at her words. "Same as I."

[silvergift]

She does relax a bit more, once they're outside the station. Enough that her hold on herself loosens and she lets her arms hang at her side, she breathes a bit more easily and even takes a moment to glance back at the other people.

"I do not see anyone else from home." Home, she says. Tirion is where she thinks of. "What will we do?"

[goldenfair]

A good sign. But Finarfin did not release the gentle hold he had on her, not just for her sake though. Tangible proof neither were alone.

"I have seen only yourself that I have known. Not to say there are none, they may yet arrive if they have not already." Who, though? And the faint frown would tell her he wasn't so happy that even the two of them had been taken.

"We will learn all we can of this place so that we may return home - unharmed." Because he refused to let anything more bad happen to her.

[silvergift]

She was glad though, that he kept hold of her. It was nice to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was with her. Her gentle and wise grandfather. Guilt stabbed at her though, thinking that he was drawn here as well. However much she wanted him with her, she couldn't forget that he was king. There were people that needed him more than she needed or wanted him.

"They may." She agreed softly, glancing up to him for a moment before looking ahead. She didn't exactly want anyone else to end up here but it would be nice for them to have others with them.

"It is... very different from Tirion."

[goldenfair]

Yes, he'd been drawn here too. Away from all duties. It disturbed him, though he could not dwell too long on it while there was still something to do. Someone to protect. He'd not abandon her if he could avoid it.

He looked back at her glance, sharing the sentiment - the worry. If it were just them, he trusted their people would be fine. But if more began to show up...he did not dare poke at that too long for it may well come to pass.

"Yes," he murmured, looking around again as he kept them walking, though now the pace was more a stroll rather than flee. "There will be adjustments to be made while we are here. But make them we shall, so that we remain in good health until we find our way home again."

[silvergift]

At the very least, Earwen could keep everything together while they were gone. Her grandfather may be the person Celebrian most preferred to be around but she knew enough of her grandmother to know that she was more than capable.

"We ought find somewhere comfortable." And quiet, though she wouldn't say as much. Already she could see that he was worrying for her and she didn't want to make him worry any more.

=D

[huntingorcs]

Here's another stumbling off the train with a Khuzdul curse (well, he thinks it's a curse - and there are no dwarves around to tell him if it isn't). He's obviously Noldo, or at least, partially so - dark haired and grey eyed, but if Finarfin is paying attention there is something of Elwing in the eyes, and something of Earendil in the face, but mostly he will remind Finarfin of Celebrian.

<3

[goldenfair]

The young one was enough Noldo to catch Finarfin's attention and curiosity, even more so when he picked out just who the other reminded him of. Certainly more than as strictly necessary to have him approach.

"If you seek to bring ill to whomever brought us here, you may wish to search for a more direct manner," he mused lightly. He knew not what words the younger meant to use, nor what he actually said, but the tone said it all.

[huntingorcs]

There is no recognition beyond a surface one - Elladan, after all, has never met his great-grandfather, nor does he know what he looks like - but Elladan straightens with a cheery grin and bows.

"Forgive me, my lord, but I was merely expressing my distaste in being so rudely kidnapped!"

His eyes are curious - Finarfin is familiar on some level, but he does not know why - but restless - he cannot feel nor see his twin.

[goldenfair]

No, not until this moment, though neither quite know it. Yet. The cheerful grin earned a smile of his own as he nodded to the bow.

"Forgiveness has already been given, for this is without doubt an unusual event."

No one enjoyed being kidnapped. Though this had to be the strangest he'd heard of...

"You are otherwise unharmed, I trust." He hoped. Even if he could only guess at how they were related, the answer mattered.

[huntingorcs]

"Well, I certainly seem to be." Now assured that he has caused no great offence to the familiar-unfamiliar elf-lord before him Elladan shrugs and shifts restlessly, eyes scanning his surroundings.

Where are you, 'Ro?

"Do you know where we are, lord?"

[goldenfair]

That was one less thing to worry about. For whatever reason, they'd been left unharmed, if confused and no less whisked away.

"Only that this city calls itself Ruby. Beyond that I know not where we are nor why."

Upfront. Though the tone was a bit...uneasy as well. His eyes also turned away to once more study their strange surroundings.

[huntingorcs]

A frown. "The name is unfamiliar to me, as well." He shifts again, worried, for the bond with his brother that has always been there gapes suspiciously empty and silent.

"Lord, have you seen another with a face akin to mine?"

[goldenfair]

The question drew his attention back to him, an apology clear even as he shook his head a little.

"No, none precisely like yours."

Not that it was a bad face in the slightest, of course. It did, however, indicate this was one of a pair.

"Though I have only just arrived myself."

[huntingorcs]

The frown turns more worried, eyes turning to search the platform in vain.

"Then he is not here." For surely, surely, if Elrohir was here, he would have answered him by now - they have been apart before, but not like this, not in some strange land where he does not know anyone.

[goldenfair]

Worry that he understood far too well. There was little he could do, however.

"He may yet arrive. Though whether that is a good thing or not, I cannot say." For to give real assurance he'd have to know a great deal more about this place.

[huntingorcs]

"Ah... I suppose that is true." Elladan is torn - on the one hand, Elrohir, on the other strange place. Mastering himself he manages a smile and a slight bow.

"But forgive me, I lack manners - father would be appalled. Elladan of Imladris, milord, at your service."