[MEME] Let's Talk RC (CR Testdrive)

[missleadingquestions]

I don't really have a fitting picture for this.

G'day, Ruby City! It's time for a meme for both testdrivers and denizens.

Been itching to test out some CR but haven't had the posts to do it? 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: Run by James Potter and Lukas, 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. Inclimate 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

Lancer (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne) | Fate/Zero

[oathshackledbird]

(OOC: Diarmuid's canon point is the end of Episode 16, "The End of Honor." As such, he's something of a walking spoiler. Please let me know if you are trying to avoid spoilers for Fate/Zero and I will do my best to keep them out of the post. Unfortunately, some things are kind of unavoidable, so please keep that in mind. Thanks!)



A.) Train Station:

[The last things he remembers before the train and before the fog are anger and rage, the emotions swirling red and black to fill his vision. He's pretty sure there should have been nothing after that not this white fog that is bright enough it hurts his eyes and this strange city that isn't nearly as modern as the one he has just left behind.

The city he has been forced from. The war he has been forced from.

For a long while, Diarmuid stands in the train station just looking confused. Normally, his battle instincts would kick in and he would off trying to figure out what is going on and what this place is. However, for the moment he is still fighting off being overwhelmed by how suddenly and brutally the war has ended for him...]

B.) The Black Stallion Saloon:

[He is not here for the food or the drink. After all, servants don't need either. They live off the prana of their masters, though he does not have one of those here. Even so, Diarmuid hasn't found his energy waning like it should. How that works is just one more question he will hopefully find an answer for. That had been his goal, after all, once he had finally sorted out his emotions at the train station. Find information.

And what better place than a bar? Places that offer food and drink have always been gathering spots for people, and hopefully someone will be willing to answer his questions. The mix of curiosity and confusion on his face should be more than enough to mark him as a new arrival and if not, then he will have no problems approaching people and asking them questions himself.]

C.) Poster's Choice! Pick whatever situation you like!

[The guy in green armor walking around looking vaguely confused, though full of purpose should be enough to catch most people's attention. Maybe...if things are too weird that day...]

saloon

[puppy_lancer]

[Servants might not need food and drink for sustenance, but sometimes even Heroic Spirits would need to turn to drinks for solace. Such is the status of one Lancer class Servant sitting in the bar.]

Dammit! Goddammit! Stupid Master...

[oathshackledbird]

[Upon entering the saloon, Diarmuid's first action had been to sweep the bar both visually and with his other senses. He had not missed the servant sitting at the bar, but since servants can be unpredictable in their reactions to other servants, he had not approached him right away. The last thing he wants is a fight so soon after arriving. However, upon hearing the cursing and mention of a master he is not happy with, Diarmuid can't help but find himself drawn to the other servant.]

May I sit here?

[puppy_lancer]

[His body tenses as he senses another Servant, but then he decides that this strange is probably nothing to worry about. After all, if he wanted to fight, he would have issued a challenge instead of asking to sit down.]

Sure. Go ahead.

[And he downs more of his drink.]

[oathshackledbird]

Thank you.

[Diarmuid bows his head to the other servant and then takes a seat. He is quiet for several moments before finally choosing to speak again.]

Master problems? Did you come here with yours? I...was brought alone.

[puppy_lancer]

Nah, I left mine at home. I made a Contract with my current one because he had some enemy on his trail. Didn't have any other Servant to make a Contract with, he said.

[He takes another wig.]

And guess what I find when I follow him home? Archer class Servant, living on his couch! Oh and guess what? He doesn't have enough prana to supply me with, so he's trying to make me feed off his wife!

[He sighs.]

I don't mind because she's hot, but hell, I can't do that when she's clearly unwilling! Oh, and he's trying to pressure her into doing it anyways...!

[He finally makes a disgusted noise and polishes off his current drink.]

C

[penisenvy]

[Saber freezes in her tracks. She can feel the presence of another Servant. She spins around to confront the Servant who had just turned up behind her.]

...And who might you be?

[Anything that might be familiar about her height or her voice is a complete and utter coincidence, because she's certainly never seen you before, strange tall guy.]

[oathshackledbird]

[He had not meant to seem like he was creeping up on her, but Diarmuid can not help but be drawn toward her. While her clothing is off, her form and manner seem familiar. When she turns to face him, her face is also familiar, though the voice is not. Not in tone anyway. The sound is the same, but everything else just seems...off somehow. That is why, when he speaks, his voice is a confused whisper.]

Saber, is that you?

[penisenvy]

Yes, I am Saber.

[She glares at him.]

Saber of Red. And what of your class?

[oathshackledbird]

Of Red? I am not familiar with that title. It seems that even though you seem much like someone I know, you are not her. It is probably for...the best. My apologies Saber for thinking you were another.

[He bows to her politely.]

I am Lancer. I don't have any color designation to add to my title. Perhaps that is something specific to your war?

[penisenvy]

[She scoffs.]

A woman could wear my face? How absurd.

[The only one who shared her face was Father, and he was clearly a man.]

Yes. That would be correct, Lancer.

A

[untilavalon]

[It is by chance that Arturia checks the station on patrol this time around, hands in her pockets as she walks. She isn't expecting to encounter anyone she knows; the last few weekends have brought about no one but strangers, after all.

Whether it's good fortune or bad, she is quick to notice her former competitor in the war and, wave of fresh guilt over her, she calls out to him. She knows that time magic works differently here, and wishes not to jar him, but--]

Ua Duibnhe!

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's head comes up, eyes widening. He had been deep in thought trying to understand all that had happened during those last few moments of his life--who had been there, what had been said--and now he hears that voice. He sees the one who had witnessed him raving like a mad animal--who he had cursed when it was no fault of her own--and it causes him to involuntarily step backward. In shame? In fear? He is not sure what, but what Diarmuid does know is that this is too soon after everything. He has no idea how to react. Part of him wants to beg forgiveness while another wants to not mention it at all. Still another part wants to just ignore her and walk away...

Yet, she is an honorable person who deserves better than all of those things. She had not deserved to be cursed at all. He knows this and on top of that this is a strange place that he needs information about. If there is no one else he can trust in this place, he can trust her not to lie to him. It is for these reasons that in the end he forces himself to take a deep breath push away those other feelings. They can be dealt with once he knows more about what is going on.]

Well met, Saber. I...had not expected to see you again so soon.

[Honestly, he had never expected to see her again period, but...]

[untilavalon]

[If his phrasing is any indication, there are few points in time from which Diarmuid may come. His posture, his reaction; it speaks for itself, and Saber's gaze lowers slightly in her own guilt. Fault or not, she still wishes she could have kept their last meeting honourable.

Still, it isn't right of her to assume.]

Tell me, Lancer, when had we last met?

[oathshackledbird]

[He attempts to meet her eyes, but he cannot and instead ends up looking at a spot over her shoulder.]

I did not see the blood stained morning after the night Caster left the war, though I did see you. Do you know of what I speak?

[Unconsciously, his hand rises to his chest and he rubs there--the spot where he had been forced to drive his spear through his own heart.]

[untilavalon]

...I do.

[She can't look him in the eyes either, instead locking her gaze on the place he'd been run through.]

My sincerest apologies, Lancer. If there had been something I could have done...

C... somewhere near the park

[makesmonsters]

You there. In the armor. Come with me.

[ Yeeah no he really doesn't care if you're new or not. He just needs someone to come help him kill this monster so he can dissect it... Sorry? ]

[oathshackledbird]

Excuse me?

[Diarmuid turns in surprise toward the man who has addressed him. While he has been looking for people to answer questions, this is the first one who has just come up to him and demanded he do something for him. It leaves him equal parts suspicious and curious.]

Do you need some assistance?

[He's not exactly the best person to ask for help right now, but Diarmuid is also not the kind of person to turn down someone in need just because the task is a challenging one.]

[makesmonsters]

No, that's why I'm asking you to come with me. [ HIs voice is dripping sarcasm. ]

I need assistance in dispatching a monster. You are clearly a warrior. You can help. [ He adjusts his glasses and waits impatiently. ]

[oathshackledbird]

There are monsters here?

[The man has his attention now. His words are true. Diarmuid is a warrior. Beyond that, he is a servant and has several advantages a human wouldn't have in a fight. If there is a monster threatening innocents, then he has no issue dealing with the problem.]

I am new here. You will need to tell me about what I will be fighting.

C

[tenured]

[When he catches sight of the familiar green-armored Servant, he waves a hand, gesturing for Diarmuid to join him. Good, so he's not without his resources here. The explosion had left him shaken, in more ways than one. He keeps Volumen Hydragyrum at his side, not so much a show of strength as because he feels vulnerable--not that he would admit to that fact.]

What are you doing? Come here.

[oathshackledbird]

No.

[Diarmuid thought that he had gotten the anger under control, but the moment he hears that voice it roars back to life. Even the strangeness of seeing and hearing Kayneth without feeling their bond doesn't cool the anger. He can almost see himself summoning his spear and driving it into Kayneth chest. No words, just actions.

But Diarmuid doesn't call his spear. He doesn't move closer. He doesn't do anything except repeat his denial.]

No. I don't think so.

[Because no matter what Kayneth has done to him, Diarmuid is determined not to fall as low as his master had fallen. For whatever reason, Kayneth seems to trust him now just as Diarmuid had trusted him then.

Diarmuid would not betray that trust as Kayneth had.]

[tenured]

[Kayneth glances down at his hand, where the Command Seals lie, beneath his glove. He's confounded, not to feel the bond between them, as it should be. What's wrong? Could this place itself have broken their bond somehow? Volumen Hydragyrum swirls around his feet.

Or was it something Diarmuid had done? Kayneth certainly didn't do anything. Could it have been Kiritsugu Emiya? The man was a menace, a disgrace. Who knew what he would do, what rules he would break? Kayneth would see that he paid for every one of his infractions.

But surely even he couldn't break a contract between a Master and a Servant.]

What is the meaning of this? You are my Servant.

[oathshackledbird]

Call me your Servant again and I will return the favor you so unhesitatingly gave me.

[Diarmuid's voice is calm, but the edge to it is so sharp it could cut with the slightest contact. Pair that with the way his killing intent suddenly rises and there is little doubt that is it probably for the best that there is so much space between them right now. Had Diarmuid obeyed the order Kayneth had given him before and moved closer, he might not have been able to resist striking out at the man.]

Apparently this place can draw people from different points in the timeline. Lets just say that at the point I came from you made it very clear you no longer wanted me as your Servant.

[His eyes narrow at Kayneth and his voice becomes harsher.]

So let me make this clear to you. I will never bow my head to you again. Do you understand?

[tenured]

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

[Kayneth hasn't had the best day, and he's not in the most rational frame of mind, to say the least. He has the sense not to move any closer to the Servant, but not the sense to remove himself from the vicinity. His manner remains brusque, but inwardly, he's confused and frustrated, and not a little afraid, though he does his best to keep these feelings suppressed. He simply doesn't understand what's happening, neither here, nor back in his world. How could things have come to such a point?]

I have done no such thing, and I fail to see why I would willingly sacrifice my greatest advantage in the War. That would be madness.

[Not that Diarmuid was the Servant he'd really wanted, but--details. Without a Servant, he wouldn't even be a Master, so how could he hope to win?]

So, I see. This is your betrayal. I can't say I'm particularly surprised.