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rubycity_ooc2014-11-02 12:32 am
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November Test Drive!
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:
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 Beach: You can almost forget you're trapped, in a place like this...
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. The Forest: Not a great place to be caught alone, but are you alone?
8. Wildcard: Pick anything from our list!
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!
Vriska Serket | Homestuck
Vriska made her way along the streets, the soles of her red shoes scuffing the pavement as she walked.
From an outside perspective, she looked like she was paying only limited attention to her surroundings--her face forward, her hands shoved in her pockets. But this was a lie--a big lie. She was watching everything around her--in every nook and cranny, around every corner, from every angle.
And in one pocket, she held eight blue dice against her palm.
Not that she expected any trouble, obviously--no trouble she couldn't handle, anyway! But she didn't not expect trouble either. After all, you never knew what kind of assholes were out there!
All of her readiness, however, did not account for the fucking weather.
Location 5
"Close the door, please, it's pouring out there."
A rainy day like this is perfect for wasting away reading, and that's exactly what Kanaya's been doing. She really should look up from her book and see who came in, but it's just getting to a really good bit and she can't put it down. You see, it had just been reveled that the hero's beloved, whom he believed dead, was still alive. In fact, she's come to his city, but until now neither knows that the other is there. That's all about to change, as by pure happenstance she's walked into a public building he happens to be in...
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Not.
There was no mistaking Kanaya's painfully precise pronunciation... and lo and behold, Miss Maryam. In the flesh!
A smile, sharp and pointed, crept up the side of her face.
"Well, I can't say I'm surprised," she began, ignoring the rainwater soaking rapidly through her jacket to her shirt.
Fine, she wasn't really IGNORING it--it was cold and it fucking SUCKED--but she was pretending to anyway because she wasn't a loser like some people. She could take a little water.
"If you don't have your nose in other people's important business, you've got it in a book. But hey, at least you're here. And I'm here! That's two! Two that actually matter, even."
no no shhhh no, you're doing great
She doesn't even have to think that she knows that voice. The recognition is instantaneous, even if her reaction otherwise isn't. Kanaya slowly turns to see the waterlogged pirate standing in the foyer of the library, but she doesn't seem to react any further than staring with a goofy look of shock on her face. How the hell is she supposed to react? She has no idea.
SHAKY BABY DEER SYNDROME--or baby rat syndrome???
Vriska hadn't expected any reaction in particular, but somehow, goggle-eyed staring still managed to be something other than what she'd expected.
She frowned, one curved fang peeking out from under her blue lip.
Behind her, the door remained open, rain pelting the floor, where it joined the water still dripping from her soggy mane in a puddle at her feet.
"What's your problem? You're acting like you've seen a ghost!"
Shhhh pap pap
Come in. Close the door. And tell me, what do you remember before coming here?
Wait should I swap to action, or
"Hmmmmmmmm. Last thing I remember... I don't know, we figured out how to watch the humans a little while ago and now everyone's pretty obsessed with them! They're okay, I guess." As she talked, she wrung water out of her hair, then shook it out before tossing it over her shoulder.
"Before that, everyone was just sitting around in the lab block, watching Karkat make an idiot of himself with those ridiculous memos of his! He just goes on and on and on and no one even fucking reads them, but I guess he's too busy arguing with himself like a wiggler to notice. And then he has the nerve to tell me to stop what I'm doing! He doesn't even know what I'm doing, but he tells me to leave! I mean, I was done with that particular iron in the fire anyway, but you'd think he'd appreciate how much I do for him."
--yeah, that was perfect! Specific enough to satisfy Kanaya's nosy nub, but vague enough to absolve her of any suspicion.
Secretly, she was kind of delighted Kanaya wanted to know anything that she was up to, even if she couldn't actually tell her what she was up to because the secrecy of her plan was of supreme importance! But Kanaya had been practically giving her the cold shoulder since... well, she supposed she didn't blame Kanaya for being jealous, but still.
It would have been insufferable if Kanaya was the only one here and still pretending to ignore her.
Oh no no, that was my mistake. do what you prefer, and I'll follow suit (when I don't screw up)
"...Okay. The first thing you need to understand is that we weren't brought to this place in order. There's some temporal shenanigans at work. What you just described... for me that was almost two sweeps ago."
Well, I'm sticking to prose, but you don't have to!
The shock shut Vriska up for half a second, maybe even a couple of seconds as she digested that information. Once it sank in a second later, though--
Two sweeps.
That was a long time--way too long for them to have survived hiding out on that stupid meteor. Which meant--!
Vriska did her best to conceal her interest. Or rather, the nature of that interest.
"Really."
She already knew, of course: Jack Noir was dead.
And she'd bet every last boondollar she knew exactly who killed him.
It was her.
Of course.
I will too. Sorry about that.
It's too obvious. Vriska is all but begging for more details, but her ridiculous pride won't let her say it. Kanaya would almost take pleasure in how this conversation is going knock her down a few hundred pegs, if it wasn't so sad.
"I'm sure you have all sorts of questions, and I'm willing to answer them, but first, two things. One, whatever you thought was going to happen in your future almost certainly is not what happened. Two," she pauses, gesturing to a large leather chair next to her own, "take a seat."
No, it's fine! I'm just hopped up on nerves.
But when asked to sit down, Vriska complied, squinting at Kanaya in what might have been suspicion--but was more like an affected parody of cunning.
"All right, Maryam. I'm sitting. Lay it on me!"
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"Vriska, within a few hours of the point you've come from, you and I both die. I got back up. You... your death was permanent."
I'm sorry for Vriska's everything.
But then she started laughing.
"Hahahahahaha, oh my god, Maryam. I thought you were serious! You almost had me!"
Hee hee, you never need to be sorry about her with me!
.... that icon tho (Also I'm really groggy I'm not sure this tag is a reasonable progression at all)
If you like that icon, how about this one? I never get to use it, but now...
Oh NO. (Sorry for the delay oops)
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And... wow! That was a surprise. She hadn't seen Vriska in months, not since they got the treasure and went back to hang at Meenah's hive. And she hadn't seen her alive in even longer - but that was less of a surprise, given how trivially the city brought people back to life. The same thing had happened to Feferi. But something seemed off... she couldn't put her finger on it.
Whatever it was, she was sure she'd find out soon enough. So yeah, have a sparklebutt Maid of Time waving genially at you from one of the tables. "Hey! Fancy seeing you here."
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Vriska stomped inside, her long black hair hanging wet in her face. She'd screwed her eyes shut in aggravation (and to keep the water out of her eyes_, but at the sound of that voice--
That voice--
She opened her eyes.
And there she was, Aradia fucking Megido, in the actual living flesh.
Not a ghost, not a frog, not metal and wire, but flesh. And wings.
Vriska had half a beat to stare in disbelief, her mouth slightly ajar, before she finally blurted out "What are you doing here?!"
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... Wait.
Aradia's smile shrank away to nothing. Timeline shenanigans again? But how far off was she? All eight eyes and no metal arm, that narrowed it down, but...
"You were expecting someone else?" she asked, in a careful tone. The question itself was kind of dumb, true, but how Vriska responded would speak volumes. (Not that Vriska herself was ever reluctant to speak volumes.)
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Everybody knew the story of Wherein An Elderly Blue Blood Who Has Been Too Merciful To His Inferiors In Life Is Visited By The Ghost Of A Former Coconspirator On 12th Perigee's Eve And Refuses To Change Until A Trio Of Chronologically-Themed Ghosts Representing His Many Mistakes--etc. Obviously.
"Doomed timeline? Hilarious joke?" She flashed a pointed grin, but instead of cheer, it was sharp and full of menace. "C'mon, I'm dying to know."
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"Vriska, what's the last thing you remember before you got here?" she asked.
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Vriska crossed her arms over her chest impatiently, but resisted the urge to roll her eyes in favour of fixing Aradia with a more calculating look.
"Depends. Do you mean the last thing period or the last thing that was even remotely interesting?" She was being difficult on purpose and she didn't care how obvious it was. She didn't feel like dishing every detail of her last few hours to Aradia, and she didn't feel like giving Aradia the upper hand, either! Her pointed smile had hardly left, but it was back again.
"Tell you what, why don't we mix this up a bit! You tell me where you got those so-very-stylish rags of yours, and I'll tell you something interesting."
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"Not you, that's for sure!" Aradia had walked right into that one! Which didn't make it any less true. Though maybe the whole 'you're dead' thing was getting old? You could only bring that up so much, after all. It was hard to say, though--maybe if Aradia stopped dying so much, it'd be easier to tell when the joke was over.
The waterlogged hair thing was getting old, however. Not to mention the water in her shoes and soaking her jeans. Lucky for her, there was an easy fix for that!
And it just so happened to be a great way to rub things in Aradia's face.
Two can sport wings and pyjamas, Megido.
But only one of them could wear it this well.
"I'm feeling pretty good right now, though, so I'll be extra nice and tell you which way you died this time. Here's a hint: you left a great big crater behind... oh. Wait, I guess that's not very helpful, is it? Too bad!"
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She smiled innocently. "Oh, I've blown up more than once? Thank you. See, that wasn't so hard."
Okay, she couldn't resist a little snark that time. The timeframe between the botsplosion and Vriska's death was only a couple of hours, which she figured was an acceptable margin of error. But she'd keep to her end of the deal, and hopefully in time to keep Vriska from interrupting.
"You know how I didn't have a dream self, right?" she went on. "That turned out not to be true. She was just sleeping in the crypt, in Derse's moon. So I blew up, Jack Noir destroyed the moon, and I came back to life." Simple, really.
Trying not to bring up stuff Kanaya tells her in the other thread dkfaksd
No thanks to someone.
It was good that Aradia had plowed ahead. If she hadn't, Vriska would have had some words for her--she did manage to slip in a scowl before the red blood could open her mouth again.
Once she'd finished her explanation, however, Vriska paused, considering the logistics of what Aradia had just told her.
"....pretty convenient. Too bad more of us couldn't have gotten there the easy way, like you. Maybe I wouldn't have been the only one to accomplish anything!"
xDDD
Pfft, implying that Vriska isn't heavy to lift - I mean *cough cough*"It couldn't have turned out any other way," Aradia said matter-of-factly. "There are timelines where we weren't the only ones. They didn't last."
Nor did those where Vriska got too ambitious. There were upwards of one of those.
But that was all in the past. Funny to think of it that way, as the player to whom past, present, and future meant the least, but it was. If they were both going to be stuck in this dimension indefinitely, she didn't want to spend that time futilely sparring over things that happened forever ago.
"That was all a sweep and a half ago for me, though," she said. "As you might imagine, quite a bit has happened in the meantime."
Something tells me that you're not a reliable source, miss 'I could snap your neck with a twitch'
At length. With extra emphasis on how much everyone was dead. And how much older than her Kanaya was. And how dead she was supposed to be. She was getting really sick of that one.
"--hey, forget that for a second. You're the Time player and all, where does this city nonsense fit on your timeline junk?"
Because by all accounts, the answer was 'it didn't.' But most of those accounts came from people who didn't know a boondollar from a transportalizer, so frankly she didn't give a damn what they thought.
i just came out to make a fat vriska joke and i honestly am feeling so attacked right now 9u9