RC Test Drive!

[rubycitymods]

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 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. Inclement 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

Trent Douglas and Cimeries | OC / content warning: some blood and gore

[speaking_in_tongues]

[It'd be unfair to say that the storyteller is a troublemaker, he isn't even much of a trouble magnet. For a man who fancies himself the butterfly bringing about a hurricane of change with nothing but the power of his words, Trent Douglas is truly an unassuming person. It's healthier to stay under the radar, that's a lesson he learned the day they cut out his tongue. Being possessed by the demon Cimeries has fixed that problem and quite a few other hazards as well but not even Cimeries can reattach his head once it's been chopped off.

It takes some lengths to make a man like him throw caution to the wind.

Yet here he is on this fine day, standing in front of the obelisk, which he has been told is of some significance to their kidnappers...

...and making quite a spectacle of himself.]

...for all that I understand your desire to further your own goals, I have to protest being dragged into your games! I don't blame you for your ruthless opportunism but I hope you don't expect me to be an obedient pet... I claim the same rights to further my own goals as you do to further yours. So if we could just strike a deal... I won't ask you to send me back, I realize you wouldn't. But if you could just make him shut u...

[The man's face turns pale, then red as he falls to his hands and knees while making choking noises. A moment later, he chokes up nails and shards of glass amidst a stream of blood.

And there you have it, the crux of Trent Douglas' problem: his demon isn't pleased with their little unexpected vacation.]

o/ hi meg is a demon otl

[thornybeauty]

[Meg watches, bemused, well, this is different.]

That looks like it hurts.

[Her comment is simple and she makes no attempt to help the stranger. She can sense the other demon and more often than not, since Crowley has taken over Hell, she finds herself wanting to punch every other demon she comes across in the face. Seriously? Why couldn't things just go back to normal where they all worshiped Lucifer and had a cause?

The brunette's head tilts to the side curiously before she shrugs and wonders a bit closer.]

They don't usually care what their kidnapees have to say.

[A grin lights up her face.]

But I can't mind when one of my kidnappers is dreamy.

[When will she not hit on Temper?]

hi Meg fancy meeting another demon here oh joy

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Trent peers up to throw the smug woman a disgruntled glare, but before he can snark right back Cimeries has him puking up another, more impressive load of junk. Even through the pain of his throat being torn apart he can't help scoffing as he catches sight of a deformed, half-molten cross.

Seriously. Demon has the subtlety of a sledgehammer today, what happened to keeping him a secret so the charming and irresistibly sexy host wouldn't end up a very resistible unsexy chunk of ground meat? If he didn't know better he would think Cimeries is showing off...

The demon's temper tantrum comes to a blessed end with a few stray shards of glass and in the wake of them, Trent can feel sundered flesh mend until there is nothing left but a phantom ache and a mess he won't be cleaning up.]

Sorry, Miss, but I don't give a damn if they are dreamy.

[He brings a hand to his throat and massages it gently, sending the bloody heap of trash another disgusted look as he does so.] For the record, it did hurt. [But he's used to it. Has been suffering worse ever since they arrived and Cimeries' temper tantrum started.]

HEY AT LEAST MEG HAS HER OWN AGENDA

[thornybeauty]

[A grin finds itself plastered and stuck on Meg's face throughout the show, not at all trying to hide it. If she notices the cross, she doesn't say anything, however something has one of her eyebrows raised above the other. He's... not human, and he's certainly no angel... not any demon that she's seen before, and she's seen just about all of 'em.]

Call me Meg.

[It's not her real name, but it's what everyone seems to call her, and when you've lived so long, names become meaningless. She steps closer before her eyes flicker to pure black. Her black eyes watch, trying to recognize before they flicker back to the hazel they were once before. Her next words are a pleased hum.]

It could be a lot worse. I'll certainly put in a good word for your little friend to Alastair if he ever shows up.

[She had apprenticed under the torturer of hell, maybe that would get this kid and her on the same level. Usually only vengeful spirits did this to people, but she's known a few demons to do similar. She would definitely have to ask Azazel if he knows this one. As long as he isn't one of Crowley's vermin she doesn't mind being friendly.]

Either way, sweetheart, they don't care how much glass or maiming or really anything you do as far as I can tell.

RUDE CIMERIES HAS AN AGENDA TOO DON'T HATE ON HIS AWESOME "I'M BORED ENTERTAIN ME" AGENDA

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Trent barely manages to stifle an eyeroll and exasperated groan when Meg's eyes turn black. Oh fantastic. The smug chick is some smug non-human chick. He inspects her a bit more thoroughly while she talks, looking for fur or scales or maybe a tail, some clue as to her true nature. Maybe a regular witch with a love for illusion spells and melodrama? Annoying, but harmless.

That train of thought is derailed when she mentions his "little friend." Oh, you bet it is derailed.

He forces himself to his feet, never mind that his legs are still weak and wobbly. The uneasy feeling at the back of his mind, as if Cimeries is shifting around nervously, proves slightly satisfying but not the least consoling. So for all he's been posturing, Cimeries doesn't know to make of her either.

Trent takes a step back, then on second thought another one.] I reckon they wouldn't care about glass or self-maiming... kidnappers rarely care if you get damaged as long as you keep your value. [Yeah, maybe if he just pretends he hadn't picked up on that clue...

He narrows his eyes at her. Oh screw this. If Cimeries had wanted to keep himself a secret he shouldn't have gone for public torture. Let him deal with the consequences.] But tell that to my little friend. He is in his Terrible Twos.

because we made a deal or something ;*

[onlythefinest]

[ He's been around for a short while - long enough, at least, to know he's not going back home anytime soon. And that's not so bad, you know, there's no impending concern of being dragged back into the hole he crawled out of (figuratively speaking, of course), no demonologist on his trail, completely unaware of his colourful array of identities, nothing of the sort. You know what makes it bad, though? He wanted to travel. Sure, he's seen a lot. He likes to say he's seen it all, but the truth is he hasn't. So now he's stuck here, in some city in the middle of nowhere without any means to travel anywhere else at all. How disappointing.

He hasn't been here for long, but at least he's been here long enough to understand his case isn't unique. So while others' surprise doesn't outright catch his attention at this point, it's nonetheless a unique sight he comes across as he crosses the city square. The bartering prompted amusement, but the rest strikes him as eerily familiar somehow and Alaric can understand that this is no ordinary man. ]

It seems your pleas are falling on deaf ears.

[ Ha ha. He does approach the other man though and sets a hand on his shoulder. Hope you don't mind the impromptu conglomerate of demons, Trent. ]

[speaking_in_tongues]

[He does mind. You might even go so far as to say that he minds very much, but what does it matter. Demons aren't in the habit of minding human sensibilities.

While he isn't aware of Alaric being anything more than an ordinary, though nosy human, Trent sends him a sullen glare between two mouthfuls of glass. He would be trying to shrug off his hand, he would, but he's far too busy being in insufferable pain here, give a man a break.

It isn't until Cimeries is done - for the moment, Trent assumes glumly - that he pays proper attention to the smartass.

He wipes the blood from his lips with the back of his hand and swallows experimentally, but if it weren't for the taste of his own blood it would be as if the last five minutes had never happened. Cimeries is just as good at mending as at breaking.]

Funny. I would have never noticed if you hadn't pointed it out to me, so thanks for that. You're an angel.

[onlythefinest]

[ His eyebrows arch high and he can't help but chuckle - it's an amused laugh, not at him specifically, but from his words at least. Why it's so funny, well...

Nonetheless he does remove his hand from the other's shoulder and stands upright, stuff his hands in his pocket in the process. Hey, if he doesn't like being touched, who is Alaric to go against that? ]

You looked as if you needed a helping hand... Or a tub. [ Ha ha so funny. ]

[speaking_in_tongues]

[Yes. Funny. A real riot. Why not throw in a few "cat got your tongue" jokes while you're on a roll.

His legs are still weak, yet Trent forces himself to his feet in an act of sheer willpower. No, he won't cower before this man if he can help it.]

If you want to provide a helping hand you're welcome to clean up behind me.

[He pointedly takes two steps away from the man. He may stand there in a casual stance but you never know...]

Is there any special reason you are here or do you simply like to watch people suffer?