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rubycity_ooc2014-03-02 01:14 am
rubycitymods) wrote in rubycity_ooc2014-03-02 01:14 am
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March Test Drive
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:
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: 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. Bad 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!
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[As he drew closer, her eyes moved to the table, tensing slightly as she prepared to move forward. This wouldn't actually work if she needed to, for her legs were firmly locked into the position they were in, threatening to buckle under her weight as the rain splattered on and time ticked forward.
She felt weak seeing him like this, she knew she should have been elated in some way. She had seen him again, she was seeing him again.... but she couldn't find it in her to feel any joy right now. There was something wrong... Something felt so wrong. ]
...
[She listened intently to what he had to say. Each word echoing through her mind, absorbing the sounds that were coming out of his. When he had asked a question, her lip quivered. She wanted to answer, she wanted to say something, but no matter how much she tried, nothing really could come out. Just that weak soft whimpering that she couldn't speak. Perhaps it was from the years of how she had regarded herself, how she had literally abandoned the thought of herself being anything other than an extension of her sword.
Perhaps it was just because of now, how she looked at him and how he was speaking to her... Perhaps it was how she saw her vision clouding, that the fact that she was tearing up right now...
Who knows really what it was, but a combination of everything and she felt herself weaker and weaker, her normal tense and ready stance fell out of place as she felt her legs give out and herself dropping to the ground. Of course, the only thing to happen was her legs crumpled under her, the water from the rain that had pooled on the streets splashing up. She continued to stare at him, mustering only a single phrase.]
W...we can't both be dead, c--can we?
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No. No, I didn't...Neither of us died. None of us did. It was...
[There are tears in her eyes. It's hard to tell, with the rain, but Fuyuhiko knows Peko's expressions. He knows Peko. And his own chest constricts, his own eye wells, and, god dammit, Peko, don't cry or he'll cry, too. He takes an unsteady breath and curls his hand around her arm, sits on his heels as he places the other on her shoulder.]
There's too much to explain. A lot happened after you--after you, nh.
[The sentence cuts off strangely and he turns his face away, eye squeezed shut, biting into his bottom lip to keep it from trembling. His hands tighten minutely.]
But Peko, I promise. I promise I didn't die. And you--you didn't, either. I was just about to go back to meet you again...
[Even if she's in a coma. Even if she will never wake up again because she tried to save him.
He swallows a sound and shakes his head, rocking an inch closer.
She's really here. She's really real.]
I'll tell you everything. But--let's get out of t-the fucking rain, okay? Just come with me. I'll take you home.
[He releases her shoulder to stumble to his feet, but his other hand just moves down her arm and lifts it with him, unwilling to let go.]
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Each thing came differently. Elated she was that he wasn't dead, but... curious. Along with that, she really wasn't trying to cry. She knew that Kuzuryuu was going to end up doing it as well, she wanted to stop, but god damn it this mixture of feelings was just tearing her down.
She was vulnerable, but she was with him. She was happy to be with him.]
We're not... both dead?
[Her voice is strangely light, whimsical at the fact that most of this was starting to sink in. Why was he talking like that? She was executed, she killed someone. The latter wasn't a new sensation for her, but the first part. She knew what she felt. It's unbelievable, but she knows deep down to believe in him. He's seen a lot more than she has, he's experienced more on the island -- She knows that for a fact.
Despite this, how stupidly childish she sounds, something just tumbles out before she's able to recognize it was even being said completely.]
I'm here to listen, Fuyuhiko. I'm not... I'm not going anywhere ever again, I promise.
[And when he lifts up again and releases her shoulder, she looks up with those bewildered eyes. She wanted to know all of these answers, she really did. Feeling her arms raise as he was attempting to help her up and not to let go of her, she followed... as she always would.
Her hands lowered slightly, grabbing hold of his. She wasn't going to let go of his and she did not want to be parted with him anytime soon.]
Y-yes, let's get out of the rain before... we get sick.
[There's... only a slight hint of hesitation with her wording, if it wasn't obvious.]
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It's strange, the utter familiarity of his name in Peko's just as familiar, just as deeply known (down to his core, down to his marrow) voice. It's strange how strange it feels in his ear. Strange how much it feels like coming home. His sight blurs suddenly and his breath hitches in his throat, but he ducks his head and rubs the heel of one hand against his eye before she can see the tears spill over. Not that she'd say anything. But he doesn't want to cry in front of Peko.]
Yeah. All--all right. [A small sniffle.] It's--damn rain in my eye. It's this way. Oh, fuck, my table.
[He checks himself mid-motion, one hand in Peko's, the other frozen halfway to his pocket. The table lies where it fell, legs in the air, looking ridiculously forlorn under the rain and church eaves. It's not a big piece of furniture: just a simple Japanese table to replace the Western one he'd found in his room, which he found uncomfortably high. But he can't carry it with one arm. He's not Nidai. Or Owari.
But he's not letting Peko go. Not ever.]
Aah, fuck it, I'll get it later. [Sniff.] Let's go.
[Fuyuhiko leads the way at a brisk trot, still holding her hand like she's a lost child. Or maybe he's the child, clinging to her for the safety and assurance he's so clearly only been pretending to feel. He's glad for the plausible deniability the weather offers him. With the rain rolling down his face, there's no trace of tears to be seen.
Not that Peko needs it to know they're there, not when it comes to him. But it's a comfort all the same. And he's basically done by the time they reach Apartment Building A, just down the street from the cathedral.]
Here, it's on the second floor. Watch your step.
[He has to himself, using the handrail as a guide. He's clearly used to the climb, but his depth perception isn't what it used to be, with only one eye to work with.
At the top, he reaches across himself awkwardly to dig his keys out of his pocket, because he's still not releasing Peko's hand.]
I got towels, and--and I can make tea. Shit, you're totally soaked, will my clothes fit you?
[He seems to realize what a ludicrous question that is the second he asks it, because he flushes. He's practically two-thirds her size. What a dumbass.]
Just until yours dry, anyway...
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Sigh.
She was ready to get out of the rain, but when he motioned to the table, Peko was ready to help him get it to the apartment. She was totally ready. Hell she'd frickin' carry it herself if he needed her to... but when he said to forget about it, she simply crooked an eyebrow.]
A...alright.
[Words were hard, acting primarily 'normal' was even more difficult. She prided herself with her silent ways, input needed when necessary. She was... still slightly regarding herself as nothing more than a tool, but... for now she was focusing on the now. There was no danger at the moment, she could let herself 'relax'. Whenever they got to the apartment, that is. Her hand was not moving at all from where it was, holding with a firm grip as she followed right up next to him, with a bit of leeway as they were making their way into the complex and climbing up the stairs. She was wary of him for his sake, even if it was apparent that he was getting used to the skewed depth perception the girl still wanted to make sure he was going to not you know... fall. Or do something dumb. ]
I wouldn't be the one to be worrying about watching one's step.
[She fusses because she cares, of course. She almost let go of his hand to help him get his keys out, but before she was able to she caught what he asked.
Oh... oh... Kuzu.]
I... could make them fit, since it is only temporary. I-- I mean it is only the two of us, and perhaps I could also bundle myself up in a blanket if needed?
[Fidget. Fidget. She is totally not objecting to getting out of her soaked clothes, but dang Kuzu.
This is going to be interesting.]
Tea does sound nice right now, I'm starting to feel the chill from the rain.
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Right. Yeah, okay. Clothes first, and then tea. And--and then I'll tell you everything that happened after the trial.
[He leads her inside to a modest, middle-sized apartment. It's a little sparse yet, as he lives alone and hasn't spent much time decorating, and the furniture's mismatched as he trades out Western pieces for more familiar Japanese ones. But he's been taking care of himself, and the place is reasonably tidy, barring the little pile of snacks on the counter.
Fuyuhiko closes the door behind them and draws her towards another door.]
My room's back here.
[It's like the rest of the apartment--little lived-in, but gradually becoming more and more his. He does let her go now to rifle through his closet. He grabs the first shirt and pants he finds for himself and then looks for something that might fit her.]
I dunno if...will these pajamas work? They're elastic, and there's buttons on the top, so.
[He holds them out to her sheepishly. They're a dark charcoal grey and at least a little bigger than the rest of his clothes.]
There's also--here. It's a robe you can throw on over 'em. [He takes the hanger down from the bar to give her, too.] You can change in here, and I'll take the bathroom and then heat up the water. Okay?
[He watches her for any sign that she isn't okay, that she needs him to stay, that they can't be separated again, not yet.]
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she's learning.As she's lead in, her vision greets with the apartment. It... seems homey, lived in. She was proud of him, even if it was something small like this. It was odd, but she was glad to have a place that was his that she could live in. Her hand still firm to his, she follows him to his room, still taking it all in.]
Mmm...
[Oh. RIGHT. right. Clothes. She was still soaked to the bone and freezing. Taking the pajamas, she held them up to inspect them. Hrm... Perhaps they would work. At least for now.]
They're perfect...
[She hadn't even tried them on yet, but, eh. They'd work. She knew they would. Oh. She also takes the robe, then looks at him with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. He's going to leave to the bathroom, even if it was a short amount of time that they'd be apart... part of her didn't want to be apart.
But she also didn't wish to make him uncomfortable.]
Don't worry about me, Fuyuhiko. I'll be fine for the moment.