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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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[ Cathedral ]

[ Charlotte hadn't bothered waiting around at the train station. This place... was this a more modern portrait? Arriving on that train, it certainly felt like she was back within the gothic victorian city portrait again... except there were no monsters lurking around that she could see or detect.

Just... people.

At first, she'd thought she'd been transported directly back into Dracula's Castle, something that she thought to be impossible -- she and Jonathan had defeated him and sent him and his servant Death back to the depths of hell where they belonged, right?

Regardless, she'd found her way to the Cathedral, and entered it, finding it practically empty, which was fine by her. Charlotte wasn't much of a people person, and the solitude was nice.

When you see the young witch, she's standing calmly in front of one of the large stained glass windows, a large, heavy looking tome tucked carefully under her left arm. It looks old and worn, but looks can be deceiving. Magic users and those sensitive to it can probably feel the power and magic pulsing from the otherwise ordinary looking book. Feel free to question her about it, but don't think about touching it. ]

[ The Library ]

[ THIS was more like it. Finally, a place that would surely give her a good, decent explanation as to where the hell she was. She'd eagerly grabbed an arm full of books and had plopped them down at one of the tables furthest away from... well, wherever anyone else was sitting.

If approached, one will take notice again of the heavy tome that is resting on the table. Again, those with sensitivity to magic can probably feel something special about it. ]

[Soma cautiously made his way around town, the knife in his pocket along with that Hipster-ish smartphone - why a pocketwatch form factor?

The Cathedrel would be a good place to get himself oriented, he decided as he started to head over at a quick clip, only slowing as something nagged at the very edge of his sense]

Huh...?

[Cautiously he pushes the door open, and peeks in, a hand stuck into his pocket just in case]

[ Poor Soma. What he finds is... an ordinary looking girl with an old, heavy book tucked under her arm. The fact that the door creaks open is enough to catch her attention, and she quickly glances over her shoulder. A young man, no doubt much older than herself.

And yet, there's something... odd about him. ]

Hello... I'm going to assume that you're not here for the scenery either, hm?

[ Blunt and to the point, as per usual, but at least she's being pleasant. ]

[This feels almost like being around Yoko or that Cecila woman - does the girl have magic powers as well? He gives her a look over, she's not hostile. So maybe it's safe?]

I'm actually trying to find the person that decided to dump me here - I was kind of in the middle of something.

[He steps inside the church, looking around at how it's built. Doesn't look desecrated or in shambles, then he folds his arms over his chesting, sighing softly]

I don't suppose you know anything about this place, do you?

[ She wants to push away the nagging thought that this young man reminds her somewhat of Jonathan, but in a completely different way. When he speaks, he's quiet, and that is something she can appreciate. Quiet, mature... then again, appearances can be deceiving. ]

So am I. I haven't found any clues yet, though, other than those posters on the walls at the station.

[ There's a pause as she turns to face him completely, a slender brow arching. ]

You... did take notice of those, right? As for having any information, no, not yet. But if I can find a library, I plan on heading over there... most libraries are filled with newspaper clippings and books about the area that they're in, so I'm guessing this one does, too.

[ There's a pause. She's a little bit of a social retard, something no doubt her partner would call her out on if he were here, and she realizes that she's forgetting to do something-- ah, right. Introductions. ]

My name is Charlotte, by the way. Charlotte Aulin.

Yeah, I saw those posters - and there's languages on there I don't even have a guess at placing them, I can only guess how many people ended up here.

[He pursed his lips, brows furrowed. The person... or persons? responsible are most likely guys with some serious mojo]

Maybe some computers too, though guessing from this place - they might be obsolete.

[Soma pauses as Charlotte turned around, she's rather petite like Mina is, and reminding him more of what he was suppose to be doing]

Charlotte, huh? I'm Soma Cruz, nice to meet you.

[He bows politely]

Yeah, I noticed the languages, too. It seems like our captors are smart... but we'll have to see just how smart they really are.

[ Because as far as she's concerned, she's going to have this figured out within a day or two. If she can help topple a castle, save two vampiric souls and free a trapped one, take down Death itself twice along with two big bad vampires in a single night?

She can do anything.

Of course, she'd had help then, but that wasn't the point. ]

Eh? What's a computer?

[ She's dead serious, Soma. ]

Oh, it's nice to meet you, too, Soma... although I do wish it were on different terms.

[ You know. The not-so-kidnapped terms. ]

(Wait... she's serious, isn't she?)

[He puts a finger to his lip, okay. How do you explain a computer? Let's see... let's see...]

Well - it's kind of like a thinking, no - a data-gathering and creating machine.

[And he trails off, pacing. This place looks old enough to not have any computers with voice or touch command, probably just the old dinosaurs with manual input]

It has... like a typewriter keyboard and a viewing screen. You bring up the right... uhm, Oh. Boy. Programs, which performs different functions and you in put what you'd like it to do, and if it's within it's capabilities, it can do it.

[ At his description, Charlotte gives Soma a skeptical look. She's never heard of such a device... ]

That sounds pretty far fetched. Amazing and wonderful, but far fetched.

[ There's a pause, though, as she begins running through various scenarios in her mind. She taps her chin for a moment, and then looks back at him. ]

Just out of curiosity... where are you from? [ Another pause. ] And what year was it?

Le Cafe Anglais

[There was no necessity in eating. His body, now mostly machine, ran on its own perpetually with need for only occasional maintenance. Even so, he reveled in the experience that came from eating. A gloved hand wrapped itself around a scone with a cup of steaming darjeeling sits just next to a dish of yet more scones.

The Major has been here all day, talking to any patron who would muster up enough courage to sit next to him. He laughs, his mouth still full of pastry, as he indulges his mood to chat up a storm.]

I never cared much for English food. They're not nearly as hearty as real food should be. Most of the meat is just ground up into their little pies and pudding as if a man couldn't bother chewing his own food.

[He tosses the scone into his mouth, though at a short distance, now chewing what's left of it.]

How an empire sustained itself on this, I will never understand!

[If you ask around enough, you'll find that he's actually a regular. Why, even?]

Train Station

[Now and then, he would sit on one of the benches in the terminal, sitting and waiting for the train to arrive. There isn't much that he actually does besides that. Should a train come, the Major would flash a grin and wave, still sitting.]

Welcome.

[He would say, ever smiling. Sometimes he would have a scone in his hand and a thermos of coffee beside him.]

(When?)

[He frowns, then again, he was inside an eclispe, maybe time travel isn't so strange?]

I've been living in Japan, though I was travelling in Europe when I got kidnapped. And right now... it's 2036.

[ She frowns at that, and places her unoccupied hand on her forehead for a moment. ]

Just as I thought. You and I are from completely different eras and countries. I'm from 1944... World War II is still raging throughout Europe.

[ Dropping her hand and instead placing it on her hip, she hums thoughtfully. ]

So what I would like to know, is how is it possible?

[ She wants very much to blame the STUPID castle. So very much... but it's been destroyed for a good few days now. Maybe this is an after effect? ]

What the-?! That far back?

[His eyes shot open, and his head shakes. This is nuts]

Well at -

[He stops. It's probably not a good idea to mention anything that close to her era if she is telling the truth]

Nevermind.

[If this was Dracula's castle, he could believe someone has been trapped there since the early 20th century. But here? This is too weird, and too much he doesn't know]

The more I learn, It feels like the less I know.

[Rip had been out and about doing business safely hidden under her trusty umbrella when she heard a very very familiar voice. She stopped in her tracks, her eye widening as she felt the largest grin simply take over her features.

Immediately she was back tracking towards the source of the voice, giddy and practically bouncing as she took a seat across from him. How did she miss his arrival!?]

Good afternoon Major~. I zee you are enjoying zome of zhe local cuisine. I do hope it lives up to your standards even if it iz bland English food.

...Well at what?

[ SHE HEARD THAT. SHE HEARD IT, AND IT CAN'T BE TAKEN BACK NOW, SOMA.

Either way, she shrugs her shoulders, deciding that being calm is the best way to go about things. For now, at least. ]

Yes, well, we won't learn any more about this place unless we go out and do something about it.

[ You heard right, Soma. We, as in the both of you. Looks like she's just decided you're her new partner. Congrats. ]

Oh.

[A trusted officer. A familiar face in quite some time. This is a pleasant surprise.]

No, First Lieutenant. The food is quite atrocious.

[Grabbing the plate full of remaining scones, he lifts it up, only to turn it over. Scones drop down like tennis balls and bounce off the table once before rolling off in their respective directions.]

I would not dare bring myself to offer you any even if you were hard at work. So sorry.

If you're from 1944 - I almost said something that I probably shouldn't.

[He sighs, and hopes she understands. She's definitely an assertive person]

You're right... so, is there anything special you can do that can help?

[Soma's not exactly thrilled about being volunteered, but it makes more sense to search around together in case of trouble]

...If it's about the war, I already know that Germany is going to lose. It's only a matter of time now.

[ From the way things are looking, at least. But she could be wrong... maybe that's not even what Soma was going to say, but she does understand so she drops it. ]

I know my way around books, and if there are any dangers here, I can protect you and I both... granted I haven't seen anything dangerous yet, but I just don't have the best feeling about this place, you know?

The Library:

[ What's this hot captain doing in a library of all places? Well, it started raining hard, and while he likes water, he prefers being able to choose to jump into it instead of randomly being caught in it. But he's unexpectedly quiet, trying his best not to drip all over the place.

He seems to be looking at the books, maybe trying to find some information on the place... ]

Le Cafe Anglais:

[ What a cute place. Mikoshiba's looking for a cup of tea, and though he's admittedly more used to green tea than the western sort, he seems to be enjoying a cup of milk tea. He seems rather friendly, won't you sit down and have a chat? ]

[It's bad enough that the library only carries books and no digital information whatsoever, but this is just...]

Don't get the books wet. They're only paper, after all.

[Tieria doesn't even make eye contact, continuing to place books from the stack in hand back onto the shelves. ]

[Now this guy smells all SORTS of weird. Time to have a little look at the newcomer, then.]

Well now, I guess it's that time of the month, again. Another batch of fresh arrivals. Hey, stranger.

[The Major turns his head over to Akira, flashing him a smirk. He raises a hand and gives a wave.]

Hello there, friend. Why don't you take a seat?

[He gestures over to the part of the bench next to him.]

I may be a stranger now, but let's see what I can do to fix that.

[Much as he likes to see people with spirit, this is perhaps a bit too friendly for his tastes. He's hesitant, but eventually settles next to him. Up close, the scent was more intense. A metallic scent with a touch of lubricant. Was he carrying a gun on him?]

Snappy dressin', by the way.

Why, thank you.

[He pulls up his lapels proudly. He was a material man at heart and he would neither admit nor deny that for all his philosophies of the battlefield beyond.]

The most critical moments of a man's life comes when he least expects it. If nothing else, I would still like to dress up for them.

So, are you one of the livin' or dead?

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Charlotte Aulin ✟ Castlevania

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The Major / Hellsing

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Le Cafe Anglais

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Seijuurou Mikoshiba | Free!

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