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!

Comments

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'.]

[gordianknots]

A few minutes observation of combat hardly tells me anything, and I know very well that a servant's depiction in history rarely matches the Grail's version.

[arttoenchant]

If you mean by appearance, I assure you I look just as I did in life. Not that the world would know it.

[It's hard when you didn't get your portrait painted...]

[gordianknots]

Alexander the Great was six foot nine with a red beard. I maintain my point.

[arttoenchant]

A fair point. Alright, what would you know?

[gordianknots]

Occupation in life and where you're best known.

[arttoenchant]

Writer, mainly. The English-speaking world if I must pick one.

[gordianknots]

Clothes are hardly a help, but were you mostly working within England?

[arttoenchant]

Yes, exclusively, in fact.

[gordianknots]

Working out of London?

[arttoenchant]

Naturally. I fear this is too simple a guessing game...

[gordianknots]

Lots of writers are based in London though, aren't they? Marlowe, Dickens, Doyle...

[arttoenchant]

True, perhaps you still have your work cut out for you? Shall I name my other profession?

[He laughs.]

[gordianknots]

I'm nearly having fun with this, actually.

Was Catholicism legal in your time?