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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:

Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.

Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?

The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!

The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.

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.

The Coffee Joint: Run by Lukas, a lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.

Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.

Scenarios

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.

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.

Inclement weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?

Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!

Have fun, guys!

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[Smile drops his hands, although his grin stays the same. he speaks and with the truffles ~~somehow~~ coming off as a threat, the distortion in his voice is worse.]

Are you sick too, girl?

No. Darkness. No. It isn't time for this, this place is bright, and new, and not for nightmares.

[The words are whispered, and her eyes shine when they look back up at him, though she flinches at the sight of him.

Any hum of happiness the sugar had left in her is long burnt away.]

So dark it blots out the sky, how do you even breathe without wheezing, you fathomless void? Too much, too much, it's too much...

[She cringes, hiding her face in her hands.]

[Smile walks forward and crouches beside Sucre. it may seem like an odd spot to be in but he doesn't care.]

Ahahha. I can breathe...seeing is something else.

[and to that, Smile taps the scars over his eyes. lovely, aren't they?]

But how do you see with your eyes? They seem broken by something. Are you real or sick?

[It's instinct that makes her turn, scuttling so that she's facing him, though she's still leaning away from him, keeping him at a distance. Kinda.]

I am as real as any puppet, as sick as any sickness. I can't see. I don't want to see.

[She shakes her head.] All the Sucre and none of the sweet, and that is what I used to be.

I'm trying not to focus on how frightening you are. [She laughs.] So much darkness. Too much, too much...

[She trails off again, extending her hands, letting the little truffles dangle again.]

I don't like this dance. Do you?

Like a black hole?

[he's aware of his nature, of being nothing more than a bad dream. still it makes you wonder. if he's so terrible, what's the person who dreamed him up like? and more worrying yet, what is Smile based off of?

but he doesn't care about those things. instead he reaches up and gives one of the truffles a little flick.]

I think I do. A macabre dance of a sick girl and a dream. Are you scared of me?

[It's the touch that does it - she's up, she's moving, and what's ~~worse~~ more, she's focusing, summoning up her energies and her competences, preparing to send them humming his way.]

Yes.

[It's rare for her to be so short in her responses, but with her eyes gleaming, it's hard for her to resist the urge to strike out at the being who has her cornered. She's fought it long enough.]

I don't want to dance anymore.

[Smile chuckles and the distortion is much much worse. he raises a hand, a hammer sudden there where there wasn't one before and regards the girl getting ready to attack him.]

Are you going to kill me?

[he doesn't expect an answer nor does he care. he was a reality that would not end. this girl was not Rust. Smile would not die.]

[He's getting darker, and it's encroaching upon her vision, upon him, upon everything. Soon, the glitches would blind her entirely.

But she couldn't give up. Not now.]

No. That isn't the way the dance works. I lead. You finish.

[And she swung.]

[the attack hits Smile dead on but it appear nothing happened. oh sure, physically the damage is there but he doesn't seem bothered by it at all.

no, in fact it seems his smile has grown wider because she attacked him and the dream figment just...laughs.]

Ahahah....HAHAHAHHA!

[but you are right, there's nothing else to do. so Smile charges forward, taking a swipe at Sucre with his hammer. if it hits, she'll find the strike is powerful and very unforgiving.]

[She, too, returns his attack with a laugh, a light giggle, and each blow of his hammer only makes her laugh louder.

And louder.

And louder.

Until she's screaming.

Screams become sobs, and still, she doesn't relent, continuing her useless barrage of attacks until she literally cannot fight and she collapses under the attacks he sends at her, broken and bleeding on the floor.]

[and it's only once Sucre is unable to attack him does Smile stop. well, more that he freezes in place for a split second and then the hammer is gone.

the dream figment tilts his head again, regarding Sucre like a child regarding a discarded doll.]

Are you done, silly puppet?

[Broken and bleeding - but not quite gone - her words are wheezes, more gasped than spoken.]

The dance -- is done. You led -- so well. And your -- darkness -- is too much.

You have a nice dance. I hope your sickness goes away.

[there's not an ounce of light in him. sadly, for whatever good that Smile had been based off of was long gone. a good memory tainted with a nightmare.]

Good-bye silly puppet.

[and with that, he'll take his leave.]

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