Test-Drive Meme

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TEST-DRIVE MEME

Maybe you've considered appping a new character but you're not sure how well they would adjust to the in-game scenario? Well, here's a chance to give it a try!

• Post with a character journal you'd like to voicetest or you've considered apping to Ruby City. Feel free to play them as newcomers or as if they've been here for a while - the setting is your own choice.

•Respond to other threads with new characters or with characters who are already in the game.

• Explore different interactions, find castmates, develop possible CR - anything you want, as long as you have fun!

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Caster of Red (William Shakespeare) | Fate/Apocrypha

[arttoenchant]

A) The theatre
[There's someone skulking about the theatre, inspecting every inch of it. He goes through the wings, the greenroom, below the stage, anywhere he can manage. And when he can't manage because of a locked door, he simply vanishes and moves through it in spirit form. But really, it's easy to forgive Shakespeare for snooping around in a theatre...right?

Eventually he stands downstage right, looking out at the seating.]

Hmm, a thrust would lend far more possibilities...

B) The park
[So maybe such a long cape isn't so great for fighting strange wolves, especially as one seems to be tearing it up in its attempt to attack Caster. Meanwhile, he has a fencing rapier in hand, and is by no means doing a bad job fighting off another. The real frustration here is having to constantly swat the one at his cape. He really does not look worried so much as disappointed for this loss.]

Option B. Hi there you!

[gordianknots]

[Waver had been lurking the outskirts of the park in hopes of observing some of the local monsters without having to get into a fight. Had, being the key word. With seeing a few wolves going after someone, that hope had been dashed.

Not that Waver hadn't stopped to pack up his notebook first. After he shoves the notebook into the bag he has with him, he takes out a container of water, opens it, and fires two very quick splashes of water at the wolves in question from a distance.

His circuits prickle with power, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.]

mo_om Meg

[arttoenchant]

[Caster just wanted to enjoy the park, not be mauled! The assisstance is much appreciated, and he takes the chance to back off. If this person is going to do it, there's no point wasting his own energy and effort...]

You have my thanks-

[Wait a minute.

He squints at Waver.]

my lord.

[gordianknots]

[Waver doesn't bother shouting. He just fires off two more splashes of water, morphing the edges into something sharp and expression remaining cold when there's blood drawn from the wolves.]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[arttoenchant]

Are you not Lord El-Melloi of Clock Tower? If so, we certainly have met.

[Yes, thank you Waver for doing the dirty work. He takes a look at his foil and frowns at the blood on it before wiping it on the tattered edge of his cape.]

[gordianknots]

The Second.

[And if the correction comes off as icy, it's totally intentional. Waver lets out one more burst of water at the retreating wolves, then screws the top of the water bottle back on.]

But yes, that's me. I would, however, recall your face if we had met.

[arttoenchant]

[He waves a hand at the first remark - minor details as far as he's concerned.]

Are you certain? You must know Caster, at least?

[gordianknots]

[Only for you, Willy.]

--I'm aware of ser--

oh, hell. What grail war number are you on?

[arttoenchant]

Hm, four? Five? It's no matter.

[HE REALLY DOESN'T CARE.]

Regardless we did meet during. Or rather, before the official start, I believe. I'm hurt you've forgotten so quickly....

[gordianknots]

[KAYNETH]

And there's the answer. You're on a different timeline than I am, meaning that the Lord El-Melloi II you encountered was a me different from the one you speak to now, with different life experiences.

[arttoenchant]

...Ah, I see, it's like that, is it. Well, I assure you, we got on famously.

[Maybe. Maybe not. Who's to say.]

[gordianknots]

You're Caster, I take it. Does the self that doesn't know you get to ask and receive response as to your actual name?

[arttoenchant]

He might. Though I should like to hear your guesses.

[He doesn't care at all about keeping his name secret, actually, so, the answer should technically be 'of course'.]

A! because why not.

[untilavalon]

[Shakespeare isn't the only one scoping out the theatre- albeit for a very different reason than Arturia. It is best to know the lay of the land one finds themself in, and a theatre is a part of that land-- nevertheless, learning about such things is also interesting. They may be gifted with the knowledge of the areas they are summoned to, but knowing and experiencing are two very different things.

As such she has just begun to run her hand down the red velvet of the curtain, a bright contrast to the black of her suit, before she hears Shakespeare speak. The man looks considerably knowledgeable about what he's speaking, so she ventures an approach.]

Beg pardon, sir. Are you-- an actor, perhaps?

[arttoenchant]

[He turns to her, practically beaming.]

I am, in fact.

[His expression falls for a moment as the likeness to his own Saber registers with him, but, no, in a suit, with formal language? They could easily be twins, but Mordred would never present herself that way. So he quickly regains the grin, acting as if he'd had no suspicions.]

[untilavalon]

I see. Then even out of place, you must find some sort of home on the stage, musn't you.

[It's more of a fond observation than a question, but she does see his face fall.]

Have I interrupted?

[arttoenchant]

No, no, not at all, I'm about finished my inspection, you only reminded me of another. Tell me, do you know if this theatre has been put to use at all?

[untilavalon]

Another-- mm, no, I can't say I'm very sure it has been. I haven't been here very long, but I've not encountered any actors via the network communication system.

[She can't help but be puzzled- but surely it can't be much of a connection. After all, she's never seen this man.]

[arttoenchant]

Yes, someone who looks like you, that's all.

Well, we shall have to do something about that. And yourself - are you a patron of the theatre, or perhaps an actor yourself?

[untilavalon]

I see. [She'll not put much thought into it for now; were there not always blondes about? Still, it seems peculiar.]

I am neither. [She crosses her arms and seems to relax.] I have never seen such a performance, no. I am... I am a knight.

[arttoenchant]

...A kinght?

[Normally this is where he would say something along the lines of 'I love strong women', but...well, looking so much like Mordred, and a knight at that, maybe it can't be a coincidence.]

[untilavalon]

Mm.

[Noting his expression, Arturia steps forward and gives a small bow.]

I should introduce myself. I am the king known in legend as King Arthur, Arturia Pendragon.

[arttoenchant]

[He stares for a moment before bursting out into laughter.]

Well, my liege, then it's no wonder you look so much alike - you reminded me of your own daughter.

[untilavalon]

[Until he speaks, Arturia only seems confused-- when he explains, however, the colour drains from her face.]

I'm... You speak of... Of whom do you speak?

[Her inquiry hinges on urgent. Mordred-- couldn't possibly--]

[arttoenchant]

Is there more than one? I refer to Mordred, of course.