A new Month, a new Test drive! Happy Early April.

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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:

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!

Comments

[divampire]

Getting around in the daylight often meant resorting to bat-form, something Conrad could (luckily) do now, and mostly of his own free will.

It wasn't that he was following Hanna. Nor was it that he was checking up on him, even if it would be completely justified considering the stupid kid's gotten into fifty billion different close-to-death situations since the moment they met.

No, this meeting was honestly coincidental, and when Conrad, seated like a bean-bag on a nearby library table, noticed the title of the book Hanna was reading, he could give no other reaction than the most unamused face he could muster and a matching tone of voice.

"Really. Access to hundreds of books from other fucking dimensions and you pick up that two-bit Target sale-shelf piece of crap."

[falkeditupagain]

The tone kind of kills the jump that might have come had it been anyone else. The voice, forever labeled under 'just Conrad', wasn't about to scare him much, or surprise. In fact, at times he found it so easy to ignore, though really he didn't do it on purpose. He just had that voice, yanno? That was so easy to not hear because the constant whine and grown that was just waiting around the corner. He doesn't even glance up, because he's sure that with a comment like that, some bratty behavior is warrented, to which he's going to return with, "But Conrad, 'She was a jungle cat -- a writhing, steel-muscled leopard -- whose ability to love was almost frightening!' I mean, doesn't that speak to you?"

His smile returns to that grin he'd been wearing earlier and lets his head raise, except he hadn't really been expecting a pudgy bat. To which he kind of snorts and grins some more. "You know, you're too cute like that."

[divampire]

"Don't. Don't even. Just stop right there."

Conrad just ain't in the mood for that. He's not a cute bat. This is shitty, having to be a bat is shitty, this entire thing is shitty.

"And don't think I won't fucking risk it to shift and kick your ass in the sunlight. I'll do it," he mutters, crossing his batty arms. "And no, no it doesn't speak to me."

Oh, yes it does. Fuck, he wants to laugh at it too but he just made a big deal about it being stupid damnit.

[falkeditupagain]

Hanna isn't so sure he would. And, even if he'd feel guilty if there were a few severe sunburns gained in his ass kicking, being an ass hole kind of one ups the guilt. "I love how your little mouth is moving, and words are coming out." Talking bats, man. How come all his paranormal friends have to have the most precious fucking forms...

"I bet you're really cuddly. I mean, look at how pudgy you are!" Totally scooting closer, probably just to put him on edge. Probably.

[divampire]

"I will rip off one of your skinny little chicken arms you piece of shit," Conrad hissed, making a swatting motion of his wing and hopping backward.

Look, it's hard to stand upright when your body is made to hang upside down.

"Seriously, what the fuck, Hanna?" He makes an attempt to pout even harder, damn near sneering.

[falkeditupagain]

The reaction is what he wanted, and he starts laughing because okay, dude. Your voice coming out of that body is gold, he swears. "You just Hahahaha-hopped...Oh my god..." And perhaps annoying the shit out of Conrad in other ways besides asking questions is just what he needed, because he can't stop, holding his sides when they start to hurt.

That frown on a pudgy bat with glasses. How do they shrink down to size anyways? Magic? He's too busy snorting to care. "I can't even take you seriously. Wait, wait. Say fuck again. Please"

[divampire]

Conrad glares with as much intensity as his little bat body and tiny eyes can summon, absolutely infuriated (and embarrassed) by Hanna's response.

"No. Hell no. The f--" wait. "The hell is your problem?! Would you cut it out already? I can't switch forms right now, alright!?"

[falkeditupagain]

He takes a few more moments to laugh, definitely not his library voice, but manages to press his lips together tightly, putting a stop to the bubbles of laughter. He raises a finger in pause, trying to regain his usual amount of composure which to be honest isn't much, but it's enough.

"Okay, Okay. I'm good. I'm good. I'll save the rest for later. Promise." Which isn't that great of a promise, but it's something, and he moves forward without the threat of pinching little bat cheeks.

"I didn't know you could go around like that. That's kinda cool." Even if your street cred has forever been destroyed, Conrad.

[divampire]

"It's a recent thing," Conrad grumbles. It's a good thing bats can't blush, because seriously. Seriously? Come on, Hanna, you're the worst.

"I punched Casimiro in the face once, too." Just in case Hanna was wondering his vampire-growing-up milestones. Look, it was important, okay?

Regardless of ruffling, though, Conrad manages to at least look like he's calmed down. It's been a while since he's seen Hanna around... he can deal with a little teasing. Sort of.

[falkeditupagain]

The absolute worst, really. He knows. "I would have paid to see that. I mean, you got pictures, right?" Because how could you not? That'd be a tragedy and a half. In any case, he'll be settling on one of the library lounge chairs, unable to figure out if they were comfy or too stiff, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"What made you do it anyways?"

[divampire]

"Yes, Hanna. I got a picture with my third stretchy arm and a regularly-available disposable."

Unamused, Conrad rolls his eyes and continues. "And he told me to." Moreso that he wouldn't stop beating the crap out of Conrad until he punched him, but, you know. Conrad's not gonna mention that.

"He... and Seras. They kind of helped me." Or tried to, anyway.

[falkeditupagain]

"Well, I know. That's what I figured. Three rolls of film just full up of vampires. I mean, scenery." He grins, though, only for a moment. The way he's talking, he figures he can actually stop making a joke for a moment, take life a little more seriously.

Learning was important anyways and he taps his finger on the opposite knee, interested in getting more out of him. "Seras huh? So you've got your regular bat on, then? I mean, more comfortable now?" The thought that he is kind of makes Hanna feel a little better about life in general. Conrad's death had been a major fuck up on his part, and he felt bad about it despite how often he made fun of the guy.

It was good that he was getting his bearings, if not for him, for Hanna's conscience.

[divampire]

Regular bat on? Really? Conrad rolls his eyes behind his itty bitty glasses.

"Seras Victoria-- out of that one 90's comic. And yeah, I.... guess I'm doing better." Conrad... isn't going to mention the fiasco with Sephiroth's blood.

Hanna doesn't need to feel guilty about that. That, of all things, wasn't his fault.

"Been here long enough it'd be pathetic not to be a little better at this."

[falkeditupagain]

"Wait, seriously?" The name was familiar, and he vaguely remembers reading something like that way back before, well. Things. "That's good. I mean, for a while there I was actually, maybe, kinda sorta worried, you know?"

He lifts an arm to run a hand through his hair, "You don't have to worry about clients and friends and family figuring it out now I suppose since you're pretty much out of the undead closet, right?" He scratches at the back of his head, fluffing the mess and lets it fall back to his knee, shaking his head.

"Maybe a little pathetic but that's okay."

[divampire]

"More like there's worse around here," Conrad replies, batty wings crossing again. Not a single person here gave a shit whether you were a vampire-- okay, maybe one, but that girl was like a disney princess or something-- so long as you didn't eat them. And shit, most things here could probably get rid of vampires on their own.

"How much do you know about 90s video games? Playstation specifically."

[falkeditupagain]

No stop, Conrad that's cute again. It's not his fault if he gets a stupid grin on his face again. Silly fluffy bats. God.

"Uh...Well, I have an N64 at home but...Playstation?" Who can afford a 'new system' when a classy meal is day old garlic bread and macaroni noodles? "I guess I know a little? I never had one, so...just what I read online I guess."

Ask him about yoshi story though, he's totally got you covered.

just pretend that's a bat shh

[divampire]

"Oh, come on. You're twenty-fucking-five! Old school Japanese imports, work with me here," Conrad urged, batty gestures mimicking his usual patterns of absurd gesticulation.

"Final Fantasy 7. Tell me you've heard of it, at least."

Well obviously.

[falkeditupagain]

Actually dude, he's twenty-four, but....usually the number people say is so much lower so he'll just let that slide. It feels good, okay? Though the dramatic gestures look kind of funny as a bat, Hanna lifts both hands and waves them in a 'geez stop, just stop before you throw a tantrum' sort of way.

"Hey, Hey. I didn't say I knew nothing! I know it. I swear! That one dude with the spiky blonde hair and the other guy. With the really long silver hair, and he has a wing, right?"

[divampire]

"Yeah, the wing, and the long sword, you know, that guy," Conrad grumps, doing his best to limit his gestures.

"You know, the villain of the damn game, the stupidly-overpowered-connected-to-fucking-Jenova-by-the-way-his-cells-feed-on-life-energy villain, you know, the one who's also here."

His voice reduces to a furious hiss as he finishes speaking. Hey, evil sword wielders use libraries too. He can't be too careful.

[falkeditupagain]

Excuse Hanna as he stares at Conrad a moment and considers this. He isn't too star struck that a video game character that he doesn't know much about is here but...his eyes seem to brighten at another possibility. Something far greater than Mr. Uses-a-fucking-gallon-of-shampoo-every-morning and his words come out in a loud rush.

Libraries should be a Hanna-free zone, really.

"Oh my god, does that mean Mario could be here?"

[divampire]

"Are you REALLY IGNORING THE FACT THERE ARE OVER-POWERED KILLERS IN THIS PLACE FOR THE SAKE OF A FUCKING 8-BIT ITALIAN?!"

Conrad has every right to yell, okay.

And there aren't any librarians here.

[falkeditupagain]

A little taken a back at the screaming, Hanna can't help but look a little sheepish, running his hand through his hair, "Well, I just have different priorities I guess? I mean, Mario is pretty great. Coolest plumber I know."

Still, okay, he can throw Conrad a bone. "So is he out for blood, or what? I mean, back home you got killed by a vampire, and I swear dragons exist somewhere. Just...they must be really good at hiding. It's not like I'm completely unused to the supernatural.."

[divampire]

"He fucks with people just because he can, Hanna," Conrad grumbled, not wanting to get into it-- but he did have ample reason to hate the man's guts.

After a short pause, though, he added; "But I think there are dragons here actually."

[falkeditupagain]

"Oh...well, that's great. Sounds like a nice guy." The sarcasm is obvious, but that is a little concerning. Especially since Conrad isn't complaining more about it. He might pry later, but that last statement has him perking up.

"Wait, seriously? Have you seen any?" Which kind of came out in more of a rush than the mario statement and Hanna is scooting closer, practically right up in the little bat's face. "Like, where, and what kind?"

[divampire]

"Wh-- I said I think! I've never seen one!" Batty arms up as though that would keep Hanna from getting too close, Conrad hopped a pace backward.

"I've just heard people talking about them. The fuck do you think I'd be looking for fucking dragons for?!"

He is not the hobbit. He does not want to be burnt to a crisp. Death by dragon is not on the agenda.

...Which isn't to say that if he was guaranteed to come back in the same state he left, he wouldn't go looking.