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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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[ Okay, so. Dave's had a pretty weird day. Getting interrupted in the middle of chasing around a couple of demon dog creatures carrying the dead body of one of your best friends to wake up on a train in the middle of nowhere is pretty jarring. Especially when you can't abscond the train to find out what's going on and you have to cool your heels like the lamest of convicts until the ride stops and lets you off.

He does, at least, put the welsh piece of shit away. Who knows, maybe this new world or wherever the fuck this is requires a license to open carry ancient and powerful swords of legend.

So at the train station is a kid in a cape hanging around - literally, about a foot off the ground - with a vague air of annoyance. To literally no one: ]

The fuck. I mean, seriously.

[ He ends up taking to the air to get an aerial view and maybe get his bearings, and eventually ends up by the obelisk, muttering aimlessly to himself about gem-toned historical structures of ambiguously threatening cultural value. ]

[Okay, wow, the air is his turf, who's this asshole in the pajam--ah.

Welp.]

Tell me you're fourteen or under. Give me this, just this one time.

[ Does one side of his mouth twitch?

Nah. ]

Nope. Certified grade-A sixteen year old up in here. Sup.

[Davesprite considers this without expression for a good, long minute.]

Sign.

[UR BREAKIN HIS HEART, DAVE.

But he rallies bravely, circling Dave for a quick damages check before hovering in front of him again.]

So did you finish your three-year meteor mystery tour with Rose yet, or do you actually have something new I can add to the coming attractions pamphlet once we get you back to the house?

[ Just arches a brow as his apparently younger spriteself gives him the once over, sorta following him with his head but otherwise not moving. ]

Guess that depends on how far past the end of the magical mystery tour past me's actually made it. [ Yeah, he's picked up on that part from context fast enough. ] Last I knew I was chasing around Jack Noir and taller white Jack Noir while they made off like bandits with Jade's corpse. It was basically a huge pain in my ass and I don't know if I ever actually caught them. [ He seems particularly aggrieved about that, but whatever. He lifts both eyebrows at Davesprite and gives him a thousand yard stare. From, you know, behind his shades. ]

How's that on the relative scale of shit Dave Strider has reported doing each time his ass has apparently shown up in this city. Also, what house.

[Davesprite's heart does a funny clenchy jumpy thing at Jack Noir's name, but he manages to take it in stride (ha). It's enough that he almost misses it--Jade's corpse. But of course he doesn't. That's what gives him pause. His face doesn't move, but neither does the rest of him.

He almost asks.]

...No, yeah, I think comparatively that takes the cake and bashes it in and drives some fake arms into its mutilated layers of icing like some douchebag in a ridiculous disguise. Sounds like a day of solid fuck, man.

[Still disconcerted, but unable to bring himself to pry into it just yet, he turns and points to the southeast.]

That house. [Come on dude you can't even see it from here.] Basically anyone worth associating with on a regular basis from our worldcluster's set up camp there, plus the miscellany we collect on our daily travels.

Day of solid fuck with a chewy shit center, dude. [ Dave shoves his hands in his pockets and doesn't turn his head the way Davesprite points, though he does look. Not that you can tell with this impenetrable asshole. ]

The fuck's a miscellany. We talking cats or people or trolls or what. Or like all three. [ With a shift of his legs he drops to hit ground and uses it as a springboard to immediately bounce higher, like a swimmer seeking the fastest way to air. ] Come on, don't leave a dude in suspense. Lead the way to party city.

[Davesprite just flaps his wings once and swoops ahead. You showoff, with your legs and shit.]

We got a burgeoning feline infestation, yeah, thanks to our teen mom. Alien assholes not so much. The one we had actually living with us took off a few weeks after I got here, and then the ones who used to visit have pretty much cleared out.

[He rolls to face up and behind like he's doing the backstroke and starts ticking people off on his fingers.]

There's me, kid bro, teen mom, John's mini grandmom, young Granddad Harley buckaroo, Xion. [He says the last in the same tone as the others, but doesn't elaborate. Then his voice drops in pitch as he unfolds his last finger.] And Bro Senior, original flavor.

[No fronting here. Or so little it's practically see-through. They both know what that means to the other.]

[Dirk really does get more and more like Bro every day, and without even noticing he's doing so. Maybe that's why instead of contacting Dave like a normal person he flies up behind him and gently taps him on the shoulder.

Sorry, bro.]

Hey.

[ He doesn't start - at least not at first. At first he just turns his head to see who it is.

And THEN he starts, jerking away like he's been burned and this is a Saturday morning cartoon so that requires all sorts of comical flailing motions. ]

What the fuck?

[ He was not prepared. ]

Uh.

[ fuck, that was so uncool.

Dave drags a hand down his face below his shades and sorta. Gets his scattered shit back together. ]

... sup, man.

Smooth.

[Not. Dirk's expression is faintly wry, one eyebrow slightly arched over his shades.]

Quick question before we jump straight to potentially needless introductions. Do you have any fuckin' idea who I am.

You're, uh.

[ Pauses. Takes a breath in through his nose, centering himself. ]

Judging by the scorching good looks and the swagger, I'm gonna guess we're blood relations of the gross ecto kind. [ He lifts a hand, like he wants to do something with it, then very consciously lowers it again. Awkward trappings flutter around him like a much shittier cape. ] Kidbro, right?

[ God fucking damn, he's such a dead fucking ringer for Bro it's like the dude twisted a vice directly onto his heart. ]

Heh.

[His gaze flicks to that raised hand, his own twitching faintly by his side but the movement abruptly aborted as Dave lets his arm drop.]

Dirk. ['Kidbro'. Not entirely accurate but not entirely wrong either. He does think of Dave as his brother, but it's... complicated.]

And you're Dave.

[He holds his fist up for a stoic bunp. Don't leave him hanging.]

[It's at the obelisk Bro finds him, and when he does, he just takes a couple seconds to stare, because this Dave is a good three years older than the last time he saw him. This Dave is taller, a little broader.

This Dave is wearing red pajamas and had been flying a few minutes ago.

Oh, well. Shit changed.

It only takes a couple seconds for the man at the edge of the square to compose himself, and when he does, he folds his arms over his chest, standing in a position that could only be described as silently changing - legs shoulderwidth apart, shoulders back. A faint smirk on his face.

Best to let Dave see him than to call attention to shit.]

[ Kris fucking Kringle.

Dave gets this weird sixth sense, like a fuckin Spider sense tingling its way up the back of his neck and it's shitty and dumb as hell, and he thinks maybe he's just losing his fucking mind when he turns to the "source," which he expects to be fucking nothing, and--

It's been three years. He's forgotten what it's like, to sense his older Bro sneaking up on him again like the god tier level ninja he was.

Is.

He freezes, half turned in mid-air, the only piece of him that moves his stupid cape as it flutters a little in the breeze. For a moment his mind is drenched in blood and he feels unsteady rock beneath his knees, the stutter of his broken heart in his chest, the irritating fucking beeping of Terezi buzzing in his ear when all he wanted was to carve his chest open with the sword he couldn't even manage to break--

No. Fuck this. All at once he unsticks, animating with almost-aggressive life force as he lets himself lower to the ground and strides on over there like it ain't no fucking thing in the world.

Dave stands in front of his brother (he doesn't have to tilt his head nearly as far back as he used to, it's the first thing he notices and something goes weird and sour in his gut) and nods. ]

Sup.

[There's some small feeling that bubbles up in Bro Strider's heart, crawls right up his throat and sits, choking, in the back of his mouth, makes his eyes burn and his chest a little tight, like a little monster with legs spread out across all of his vitals and just pulling, making everything compressed. The monster's name is Pride, and he's spent most of his natural life trying to keep it from having any affect on him whatsoever.

Still, its hard to contain the beast as he watches his brother turn, freeze, and then move again. Dave's tall, too tall, and there's a part of Bro that knows he'll be taller than him in a few short years. There's a part of Bro that knows that, given time, he won't have to look down to meet Dave's gaze. There's a big part of him that's more than a little disconcerted at the thought that Jesus he might actually be around to see that, because Ruby City exists and time passes just like it does anywhere when you're in the City.

So yeah, he knows what that sour feeling in Dave's gut is, because he's got it, too. It's unspoken, because he doesn't need to say it. He doesn't want to acknowledge that it's there at all.]

Not much, lil' dude.

[He reaches out, scuffs his hand across Dave's noggin. Musses his hair.]

You been keepin' out of trouble?

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ahaha i am terrible at everything 4ever why do you even put up with me