RC Test Drive!

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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

[knightofhonor]

[Lancelot himself is dealing with an unexpected situation. Having died moments before, he is startled to find himself standing in a train station, of all places. His vanished strength has returned to him, and he feels no connection to his Master. He has gathered his armor to him in defense, and For Someone's Glory cloaks him. He is not mad, but he is uneasy, and an unsettled excitement runs through him that is akin to madness, if not a true battle rage.

Where is the peace he has sought, in death? What trickery is this? He had fallen in his king's arms, slain by her, and he thought that at last, he could rest, at last with his judgment and his punishment for his sins...

When someone approaches, he turns toward them, then stills once more. He had seen Arturia mere moments before arriving, but he's nonetheless surprised to find her here, with him. They should not have gone to the same place. He regards her in some amazement, although his expression is hidden by his helm. He does not trust himself to speak--his voice catches in his throat--and so he starts toward her, in silence.]

[untilavalon]

[Arturia does not trust her own voice, either-- but Berserker is not attacking. He is not, as he was in their battles before, approaching her at all. Could it mean that he was from the time she was? She can tell-- he's not the same. It worries her, it distresses her, but she must know if he is the same.

There is only one way to find out.

Her legs feel almost like lead as she takes a few steps closer, repeating the name in her head that she can't seem to make her mouth form, let alone force her throat to speak. A few more steps and a few more repetitions, and she manages to croak--]

Sir Lancelot?

[knightofhonor]

[When Arturia says his name, he stiffens.

He does not deserve to have his name spoken by her, to be called Sir, when he has fallen so far. Even though he has found his peace, his ill works cannot be undone, and he will never be that man, that knight, again.

But his name is a reminder. It clears his head. He should not approach her clad for battle as he had during the War. To have fought her in anger and in hatred had only added to his dishonor. When he dispels his armor, he stands wearing a black suit, his clothing modern. He bows low.]

Though I am not worthy of that name, there is no other who can lay claim to it, my King.

[untilavalon]

[She forgets to breathe.

When she resumes, she can do little more than bring a hand to her mouth as if trying to steady some force shaking inside of her, causing each breath a tremor of its own. Guilt fills her stomach and rises into her throat, pushing at it the same way tears do.

It is her knight that stands before her, the one she'd let fall into madness. It's guilt that has been put off a while, but guilt nonetheless. She swallows it, forces down her hand, and forces herself to speak once more. Forces some semblance of composure.]

It is I who is not worthy of such a title, Sir, not you. [Lancelot was not the one to fail her-- not in her eyes.]

[knightofhonor]

[Still bowing, he continues:]

Speak not so, I beg you. You are my King, and I, your most wretched knight.

[He cannot accept that honor. If not for his treachery and his rage, the kingdom might not have fallen. He will bear that burden always. He sees nothing to censure in his king's actions. She had behaved as a monarch should. He was the selfish man, moved by passion and anger and his own desires, which had carried him down into a disorder of the mind, a derangement of the senses.]

I have had my judgment at your hands. Do not rescind it, or what will I have remaining to me?

[He had craved her anger and her justice, and he had found it on her sword.]

[untilavalon]

You have had my judgement, yes! [Even if it was not by her intent.]

But if you will have my judgement, will you not also have my forgiveness?

[It's almost hypocritical-- she can't seem to accept forgiveness herself. Lancelot had told her, and she remembered. He had been clear about his thought of her as king.

And still she could not accept it. Not when she had let Lancelot down, Guinevere down. Her entire kingdom.]

I... it is not by my will you are here, Lancelot. Do not believe I wish to take anything from you, please.

[knightofhonor]

But I spoke poorly. [He had not meant to tell her what to do or what not to.] What little I have is yours to take, after all.

[If she would wish to take even that from him, then he will allow it. He should not think to tell his king what she can or cannot have. Though she was once his dearest friend, his shame is such that he can hardly bear to look at her now. He had been fortunate enough to die in her arms, but to expect her love and friendship again--how could he accept those treasures he does not deserve?]

I deserve no forgiveness for what I have done.

[It was forgiveness and mercy, without punishment, that had driven him from himself. Without any way to atone, he had floundered. He had been lost.]

I think no ill of you, and I know such a thing is not within your power. You cannot bring back the dead, and I do not think you would willingly disturb my rest. But what is this place, and why am I here? I am connected to my Master no longer, so what sustains me?

[untilavalon]

...Is forgiveness deserved?

[It's an honest but quiet question, one she's had to ponder while in the city for quite a while now. Still, she's almost sure she knows the answer-- or else, is afraid to hear it-- and thus pushes forward to answer Lancelot's question.]

I know not by which we are sustained. I would assume it is by the power of those who brought us to this place-- Ruby City. It... is a city connected to many different worlds, it would seem.

Different worlds, different times... different realities.

[knightofhonor]

I will take no reward I do not merit.

[He says this stubbornly. He is a stubborn man.]

To answer your question, some deserve forgiveness more than others. It may be folly to forgive one who has betrayed you, for how can a traitor be trusted again? [He's pretty hard on himself, you know!]

I feel no shortage of power, though I have none to draw on. It is... odd. [He glances down at himself. He can tell he is not limited, sensing the full range of his abilities, not as a man, but as a Servant.] Yet preferable. I do not miss the bond. [It had been an ugly thing, the bond between him and his Master, a thing of fury and agony.]

Realities? Some fell magic, then, that can bridge worlds. [Not exactly what he was hoping to hear.] You speak of those who are responsible. You know of them? Are there sorcerers or enchantresses to blame?

[untilavalon]

[It takes quite an effort to still her tongue, to bark that perhaps she freely gives her forgiveness-- because is that not hypocritical? And is not not limiting what Lancelot wishes for?

Still, there's one thing she can't stop herself from saying.]

Then it is my folly to concern myself with, Sir Lancelot.

I know next to nothing of those who have brought us to this world. My colleague deems that it must be some variant of the... second magic, and I have heard the voice of some of our captors, but the information available to us about them is very limited.

[knightofhonor]

As you like.

[It is not his place to instruct her. Even if he does not feel he deserves a place in her service, she will always be his king.]

Second magic? I know not this term. Magic was different in our time than what I witnessed during the War. It is lesser than what once it was. The more terms they use to define it, the more it degrades.

[To a man who was raised in fairyland, modern magecraft seems unnecessarily complicated, not to mention watered down.]

We are simply meant to stay here? For what purpose? I would go to my rest. My life can have no meaning here.

[The gloom that hangs over him doesn't seem willing to dissipate.]

[untilavalon]

...I can't very much explain it myself. Magic was never... [It wasn't the art of a king, alright? Jeez. She waves it off.]

I was told to find my own meaning. I believe that such a suggestion may be becoming more and more understandable the longer I stay here. They can't keep us here forever. What matters is what is done now.

[Or... that's what she'd been told. There are days she believes it, and days she doesn't.]