rubycity_ooc | NOV. TEST DRIVE

Sorry to be late this time!

G'day, Ruby City!

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: 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.

Bad 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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I have the fucking scar!

[ Jason pulls the collar of his shirt and jacket in one rough moment. ]

He fucking did that! Over the Joker!

. . .

[ Dick's eyes widen, now seeing the scar. He stares in silence for a moment before breaking eye contact and looking over his shoulder towards the city behind him. ]

I don't know if I can believe you. But then. . . I don't know what I can believe.

[ There's a long moment where Jason just stares in disbelief. He's...disappointed. Incredibly so, honestly. The hand drops, but the scar is still clearly visible. You can't hide something like that. He feels drained. Like those words sucked all the fiber from his being and the air from his lungs.

Is this what ghosts feel like?

In a quick movement he didn't know he was currently capable of, Jason throws the knife to land in the door. ]

Fuck you, Dick.

[ And then he walks to the door and starts heading down the stairs, one empty step at a time. ]

Uh- Shit, Jason. . .

[ Part of him knows he's done damage and he should just let Jason go. But there's another part of him that won't let him leave. It's almost a fear of losing Jason all over again. Now that Jason's here in the flesh, Dick isn't about to let him just walk away. ]

Look, I didn't mean it like that. Can we just stop, please? I know I can be stupid sometimes, I know I don't know how to use my head and just think sometimes, but-

[ He's following Jason, reaching for his shoulder, ignoring personal space again just like always. And, fuck, it's almost like he's begging. Dick is definitely grasping at straws, that's for sure. ]

God fucking help me, Jason, what am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to do? It's like I've been turned over my head and rattled until all the change falls out of my pockets. Nothing is right.

[ Oh yeah, he's good at blabbing until the cows come home, too. ]

I just. . . I just don't understand anything anymore.

[ Jason snorts inelegantly, not even pausing his walk down the stairs. ]

Yeah, I can't help you with that. After all, aren't I too busy telling lies about our illustrious and sin-free guardian to give you any kind of help or advice?

[ Dick finally gets a fistfull of Jason's coat and latches on. ]

Please, don't. Don't mock me.

[ He hates himself for his pathetic display of emotions currently. ]

What's happened to you, Jason?

[ The latch on stalls him to a halt. Jason looked over his shoulder at Dick, glaring. ]

I don't want to talk about it.

[ It's alright, Dick. Jason hates himself too. (But that's more of an all the time thing.) ]

[ For a minute he just stands there, eyeing over Jason. He knows he's crossed a few lines. He softens his grip and lets go finally. ]

That's fine. . . but I can't - I won't let you just leave like this.

[ You mean something to him, Jay. Really. Emotions are hard. ]

[ You're talking to the crown prince of emotional trauma here, Dick. You think emotions are hard? ]

Never stopped you before.

[ A long breath escapes his lips and his entire body relaxes. He feels like some kind of stupid puppy for following him around like this, but. Batpeople are excellent at hiding and if Jason wanted to avoid Dick, it would be all too easy. Dick wouldn't be able to handle it.

As usual, he has to grasp for small talk to fill in the silence between them. ]

You said you've been here for a while. What's it like?

Fine. Until it's not, anyway.

[ He pushes his hands in his pockets. Jason will let the conversation veer for now. In all honesty, avoiding Dick is more of a pain in his ass than its really worth right now.

Also, he had responsibilities in the city. Ollying out to the woods would be a serious dick move. ]

Wow, I'm so enlightened.

[ It's horribly obvious Jason's not in the mood to talk. . . so he attempts to shut up. It doesn't work. ]

What happens when it's not?

People die. Or well- the people who don't deserve to.

[ Jason wasn't overly fond of excessive collateral damage. Made all the other shit seem pointless. ]

[ 'Nobody deserves to die,' Dick decides not to say. ]

How? Is it really that bad?

[ Jason rolls his eyes. ]

Told you, I haven't been here that long. But apparently, shit hits the fan on the regular. [ His face hardens. ] There was a war, I guess. Pointless, honestly, the end game wasn't even real. A lot of people died. A couple kids, too.

[ Some girl he hadn't met (L-something? Labby?) and the orange boy, Davesprite. ]

That's horrible.

[ His eyes fall to the ground. Hearing things like that is never easy. ]

What about you? Have you been okay?

[ Dick has to be sure. He cares too much. ]

They came back. Doesn't make it better, but they came back.

[ Jason had seen their posts on the return. It was fucked up. ]

I haven't died if that's what you mean.

[ Not recently, anyway. ]

[ Dick is just silent for a moment. He doesn't know what dying is like, and can't imagine what it's like to not only die but then come back. . . ]

That, or injured or your mental health. I can tell you're stressed out.

[ Who isn't, after all this bullshit?]

[ Unfortunately, Dick, Jason knows all too well. He laughs, a little bitterly. ]

We're always stressed out. It's part of our illustrious career.

[ He gives Dick a look. Speaking of which... ]

You're gonna want to change. I get you like to show off, but the suit is a little over the top.

[ He shrugs. Usually he's got a duffel bag full of civvies hidden away in an alley somewhere, but. . . ]

Uh, it's all I've got.

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