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

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!

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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?"

"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.

"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.

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."

"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."

"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."

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.

"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."

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?"

"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.

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?"

"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.

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.."

"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."

"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?"

"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.

"Well we need to change that. For the both of us." He nods sagely, which is kind of hard when he's trying not to laugh because Conrad hopped again.

"Because I asked you to? I mean, I can't go alone! And it'll be fun. I mean, I could probably figure out some runes so it'd be safe and you won't wu- uh..." Give him a second, "Worry. Yeah. I mean, Cause it's totally normal to be afraid, though I guess I'm not really...where do you think they all are? I haven't heard any but I guess if they don't want to be found they don't want to be heard either and you think we should pack a lunch? It could take a while and we'd have to go at night, god that sucks...unless you stay like that, but it'd be hard to get photographic proof and I mean, are these watches even fire proof?"

He will never stop, Conrad. Look what you've done.

"Do you listen to yourself talk or do you just try to fill the space around you with as many words as you can fit in one breath?"

Exasperated, Conrad rubbed at his forehead with a bitty claw. "You are lucky this place works the way it does. And I don't know. Do I look like a dragon expert?"

Don't answer that, Hanna. Conrad knows way more about dragons-- or at least, British dragon myths-- than he'd like to admit.

He could probably attempt to repeat all that...just. In a different order. "I bet you'd do the same thing if I put a..." Well. He doesn't rightly know what you'd geek out over, but he knows you're just as much of a dork as he is. "Well. Something you like. You'd do the same thing. I'm sure."

But. Really, did you ask? "Was that rhetorical or..?"

There has never been a moment that Conrad has more appreciated Hanna not knowing about the things he likes. Because it's probably true.

"Yes. Very rhetorical."

The unimpressed stare he give Hanna could probably intimidate children.

If he wasn't, you know, a bean-bag looking bat.

"...Well, with an answer like that, do I even need to ask? I think you answered it for me, dude." His grins back at Conrad's, brightly fighting his stare, settling back in his chair now that he wasn't entirely freaking out.

"But I mean, come on. Doesn't that sound like fun? Live a little!

"What it sounds like is more like you have an interest in being charred by dragon flames on a cold mountaintop," the bat barks, crossing his wing arms as best he could again. "And it doesn't look like I'm really into the whole 'living' thing these days."

...hey, Conrad thought that comment was mildly funny, okay.

Hanna thought his 'live a little' comment was funnier.

"Hey, who knows! Maybe they live in a jungle? Or on the plains?" If there are plains around...but, still. "Can't you just think about it? I mean, it's a dragon! I mean, if Sephi-what's-his-face is here, what about Smaug? I mean, if you give him enough compliments we could probably run away."

You are dead, he smells dead. Doesn't sound so tasty, right?

"Hanna, Smaug is about the last person-- thing?-- I want to be brought here. Don't even joke," he grumbles. "We already have Bowser."

...Shit. Conrad immediately regrets mentioning that.

The shriek rivaled on Ring Wraith, man. Banshee even.

"BOWSER!? HOLY SHIT, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?! I EVEN ASKED ABOUT MARIO AND YOU-" Dude, perhaps for a second he thought you couldn't be his friend. For just that moment. But they're col now.

"Geez. I...How big is he? Is he really cool? Can he really breathe fire?!"

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

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just pretend that's a bat shh

Well obviously.

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