rubycity_ooc | Let's take this for a spin

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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[The Major's golden eyes quickly examine Charlotte. As far as fashion goes, her sense of it is somewhat nostalgic. Maybe this was a good day to partake in the cafe all along. A gloved hand pushes the plate full of scones towards Charlotte.]

You can have some if you'd like, fraulein. I eat them only to remember.

[ His accent, something she hadn't really noticed before for whatever reason, catches her off guard. He's German... no. This isn't Europe, and here there is no war.

Quickly shaking herself out of her temporary shock, the young mage flashes him a small but polite smile -- it's not smart to take food from strangers, that much is obvious, but it would be rude not to either. So she takes one from the plate, setting it carefully onto a napkin in front of herself. ]

Thank you. I honestly don't remember ever trying a scone before, so I guess I can't really say I've got anything to base the taste off of.

[They're barley scones filled with cheese, milk, or fruit, mostly raisins. Anybody who at least likes the taste of bread would find them tasteful. The Major simply has different standards. He takes a sip of his tea as Charlotte sits herself.]

No? That's surprising. Scones are popular around these parts. Where did you come from by chance?

[ They're certainly different looking, at least in her opinion. Then again, it isn't as though she has time at home to partake in chit-chat and scones with tea. ]

America. Specifically, Texas... but my friend and I recently relocated temporarily to Transylvania. Jonathan's probably had these before [ Except probably not because that idiot is completely undignified and has no taste for anything... ] though.

Oh.

[His lips curl up into a wider smile as he takes another sip of his tea.]

A young woman would have much to worry about living in that part of Romania. That is, after all, where Dracula sleeps.

[He chuckles partly for the Romania stereotype and partly because, well, he fought Dracula.]

[ Charlotte is just taking a sip of her own tea when he has to go and say that. She nearly chokes, and quickly clears her throat, looking back at the man with a look that clearly reads how did you know? ]

...You know about Dracula?

[ Because really, they've done so much to keep him out of the limelight so that people could rest their weary minds... as far as most people knew, the vampire was nothing more than a legend meant to scare people. ]

[The girl's reaction has the Major pause a little. No matter how you get around it, it's odd that a well-read person like her would show such a reactio as if he had stumbled on a secret of sorts. He considers the nature of the alternate worlds being connected in this single nexus port.

The Major smiles.]

I don't just know of him, Fraulein.

[He glances over to his left. Then right.]

I know him.

[ Poor Charlotte. It takes everything she has to keep her jaw from hitting the table and from looking completely ridiculous. ]

You... you know him?

[ 'It's okay. It can't be the same Dracula... different worlds and times, remember?' she tries to tell herself. She finds, however, that it isn't helping to comfort her slowly fraying nerves. ]

Because I know him, too. Sort of...

Nosferatu Dracula. Such a greedy tyrant.

[The Major's eyes widen in one instance before returning to their narrow state. He raises up a clenched hand, his arm shaking.]

He lives on as an all-consuming river of death, cheating mortality wherever he goes. He takes that which is not his, the blood of others, and makes it his, a part of him. He's such a despicable count, wouldn't you say?

[ Charlotte nods quickly in agreement. Everything the Major says is true, after all -- the vampire is a no good hellish tyrant as far as she's concerned, and she's extremely pleased to say that, at least in her world, she'd had a hand in his demise. ]

Yes! I completely agree... that stupid, good for nothing vampire... nothing ever seems to stop him! He always comes back! That's why Jonathan and I were in Transylvania.

Haven't you ever heard, fraulein?

[He raises an index finger.]

Only a human may slay a monster. Dracula is no exception.

[Lowering his hand, the raises the other and takes a scone.]

I told you that I ate English food to remember. And what I want to continue remembering is my war with him. With Dracula.

[ She wants to point out that Dracula's half breed son, Alucard, had quite a hand in his father's downfall before... but she decides it's best to hold back on that information for now. She's never personally met the Dhampir and no one has seen him in hundreds of years. He seemed to have faded away with time, along with the Belmont family. ]

Oh, that's right! Dracula... he went to England once, right?

[ Of course he did. Jonathan's grandfather was none other than Quincy Morris himself, the man who had helped Abraham van Helsing defeat the monster... how unfortunate that the vampire refused to stay dead. ]

That was ages ago, though. At least from my time...

The year was 1995.

[Perhaps it's time to entertain the girl with stories of that glorious war. He has no reason to hide it, after all. Not when Integra Hellsing was already present.]

It had been fifty years since I lost my first war with Dracula. I spent the next fifty years preparing. Every day, every night, every second of my being was spent in frustration and tired resignation, planning for the day I would finally have my war with him again.

And fifty years later, on that early morning after the wildfire beneath the bloody moon...

[His hand visibly clenches.]

Victory.

1995... my, that's... that's far into the future. At least by my standards.

[ Then again, in her world there had been a prophecy -- that the castle would resurrect in 1999. Perhaps something like that had happened in his world, too? ]

I see... well, I'm certainly glad to hear that you put an end to him!

[ Little does she realize, of course. But details, really. ]

Let's take this for a spin

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