[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

A...don't ask me why.

[fiddles]

[Nero is trying to figure out this situation herself. This was...disconcerting. She isn't looking at Mordred or well, anyone. She's just roaming trying to puzzle where this train was.]

This is outside my realm of influence. How wearisome.

Re: A...don't ask me why.

[penisenvy]

F-father?

[Her entire body freezes as she stares into a face that she had both wanted to see and wished to avoid.]

You...

[And this is when she realizes that this person is not her father. For one thing, she's a woman.]

...You impostor!

[Embarrassment further fuels her rage as she glares at the woman who had the gall to wear the face of the King of Knights and not even bother with an attempt to disguise anything else.]

You travesty!

[Clarent forms in her hands. Thankfully, this bitch can't seen her red face, which is now hidden under her helmet.]

[fiddles]

[Her own blade forms quickly. The red and black sword is held elegantly in her hands.]

Who would dare to assume that I were to impostor anyone? I may take on a role but I am who I am. To pretend to be someone else outside of the sanctity of the theater would be blasphemy on my own name!

[Who is this cad to slander her so?!]

At least I have faith enough in my abilities to show my face.

[penisenvy]

You wear the face of a hero greater than you. Would you have me believe it is but a coincidence of your birth?

[Mordred is nowhere near as elegant as the other woman, but she doesn't care. Who cares about elegance when she could slay her enemies quickly?]

My face is only shown to those worthy of seeing it.]

[fiddles]

My face is my own. I have nothing to hide. You should be honored that you can see my glory.

[She begins to smirk as she shifts her feet into a more proper fighting position. The fiery reds of her blade, the Aestus Estus, makes it quite a sight to behold--one worthy of someone of her stature. If the other person couldn't see that... well. It was obviously a Servant, probably of the Saber class.

She would hold no quarter.]

Do you dare call yourself a Saber? A true example of the class wouldn't hide behind paltry iron and steel.

[penisenvy]

[With a snarl, she attack, lashing out with a swing of her sword.]

I do not hide!

[fiddles]

[She jumps backwards, sword moving into a defensive position.]

Quiet your barking! My blade is too fine an instrument to be ruined on such a coward.

[penisenvy]

Coward? You would call me coward? You are the coward who would take a face not your own!

[Her swings are quick and strong. Though angry, she still has control enough to strike at her opponent instead of elsewhere.]

[fiddles]

[There's a great recoil at every blow. This opponent was incredibly eager to draw blood.]

I have shown nothing but the face I have always worn! Besides how could I possibly steal the face of a person who I don't even know? [She finally decides to go on the offensive: swinging the flat of her sword at the other Saber's helmet.]

[penisenvy]

[She's so eager to press her attack that she can't dodge the other Saber's counterattack in time. The blow makes her stagger back. She puts one hand on her helmet to stop its vibrations.]

Do not lie to me! If you wear that face, you must know of the King of Knights!

[fiddles]

[There are only a handful of heroes who could hold that title. Her eyes narrow a bit as raises her sword back up in another defensive position. She didn't want to fight. There was no beauty, no glory in an argument over such banal matters.]

If the person you speak of is the Spirit I think you are speaking of then don't flatter yourself! My legend was before the legend of the King of Knights rose!

[penisenvy]

B-before? But then how could you resemble him so closely?

[Even if this woman did not imitate Arthur on purpose, she is still an eyesore. She reminds Mordred too much of her own inadequate body.]

[fiddles]

That is something that puzzles me as well. A twist in the tale, surely, but one written by the gods not I.

[She sighs.]

Shall we stop this farce for now? This strange situation needs investigating, our battles can come later.

[penisenvy]

[She is silent for a moment as she considers the options.]

Fine. I shall stay my hand for only a moment. Until we can know more about this situation.

[fiddles]

[She nods.]

Good. [She thinks for a moment.] It is rather a pity that the King of Knights wasn't summoned. That would have truly tested my mettle.

[penisenvy]

If he had, then you would have needed to pray that you would find him before I do. For my sword shall be the one to take his head.

[Just like before...]

[fiddles]

Is that so? If this man is the person who I think of, then your identity is becoming clear to me.

[Looking up Arthurian stuff to scout Sir Gawain...] A pity then. Only that rumored blade could defeat my own.

[penisenvy]

[Behind the helmet, she's rolling her eyes.]

Yeah, right.

[fiddles]

My skill is unmatched. My beauty is that of Venus, my strength is that of Hercules, even the muses weep with joy when I perform.

[Ahem. This is Nero, let her extol her virtues.]

Is it not true that you didn't land a blow on my body?

[penisenvy]

...You're an Roman

[Her voice drips with disgust as she says this.]

That kingdom was soundly repulsed by the King of Knights. And I am the one who has surpassed him.

[fiddles]

There is no shame in that fact.

[She crosses her arms with pride.]

If it were not for the Romans, your paltry kingdom wouldn't have existed in the first place.

[penisenvy]

[She snorts.]

We had our own kings, our own legends. We had no need for Romans.

[fiddles]

Yet your kingdom fell into ruin, did it not? Rome stood for many years while yours shattered in a single generation.

[penisenvy]

[She grits her teeth.]

That will not be a fact forever.

[fiddles]

Is that why you seek the grail, then? To rewrite your legend?

[She keeps her face even, trying to see what the position of the other is.]