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rubycity_ooc2015-02-01 07:49 pm
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February 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:
- Use an RNG to choose a location and prompt, or wait for someone else to tag.
- Post with your character with their name and canon on top!
- 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 - The place where everyone gets dumped off at. Your first view of Ruby City, complete with informational posters telling you all about where you've ended up.
2. THE BEACH - Lovely year-round, though in the winter months, you're probably not likely to dip your toes in.
3. THE BLACK STALLION - A rather quaint bar. Supposedly, the burgers are great, but you don't see anyone immediately who's willing to serve you. Maybe you're meant to get it yourself.
4. THE OBELISK - The tall monolith in the center of the city marks the gathering place of many events, though right now it seems to be cold and dark.
5. THE CLOCKTOWER - Offering an impressive view of the city, several residents come here to clear their heads, if they don't mind braving the narrow staircase.
6. THE COFFEE JOINT - the front windows are warm and welcoming, and it seems there's always someone friendly enough to fix you a cup when you wander through.
7. THE CATACOMBS - Intrepid, aren't you? Those weird holes may beg exploring, but go too deep and you're going to be in a lot of trouble, considering the viciousness of the creatures held within.
8. THE CITY STREETS - All told, Ruby City is a lovely place, once you get past the fact that several of the buildings look derelict and on the verge of falling down. There's no harm in doing a little sightseeing.
9. THE PARK - You thought it'd be a lovely stroll, but the park is anything but friendly, if those approaching wolf-like creatures are any indication.
10. CHOOSE YOUR OWN - Don't like what we've come up with? Feel like picking your own place? There's a whole host of lovely locations to choose from in the City.
Scenarios
1. NEW ARRIVAL - Step off that train, walk down the street. People usually latch on to newcomers to try and help them out. Even if you look shy, the other residents probably won't be!
2. WATCH TALK - Feeling lost? Disoriented? Don't worry, everyone feels that way on their first day. Fortunately - if the signs at the station are to believed - the watch in your pocket can be used to talk to whoever else might be here.
3. BAD WEATHER - Aw, man. Whether it's snow, or rain, or just plain cold, today was definitely the wrong day to get dumped off in a City in the middle of nowhere.
4. A RUN-IN - Maybe you weren't watching. Maybe they weren't. Either way, you just bumped into someone. Perhaps apologies are in order?
5. HELP, IT HURTS - Clumsy, aren't you? Perhaps wherever the train brought you from wasn't so friendly, or you just tripped and twisted your ankle. Either way, you're in a bit of pain. Hopefully someone will notice your booboos and help patch you up.
6. HUNGRY - It isn't very obvious sometimes that restaurants are what they are, especially in a place like Ruby City. Where can a person go to get a bite to eat around here?
7. MISTAKEN IDENTITY - Hey, there's someone you know! --Or maybe not.
8. BEING FOLLOWED - Maybe you're just being paranoid, or maybe you've got a reason to be afraid. Whatever it is, it feels like there's eyes on you...
9. CURRENT EVENTS - None at the moment, but feel free to look through our <href="http://rubycity-ooc.dreamwidth.org/tag/event">event tag!
10. CHOOSE YOUR OWN - Don't like any of these ideas? Feel free to come up with your own!
Jaenelle Angeline SaDiablo | Black Jewels by Anne Bishop - SPOILERS
(OOC edit: Um... so I tried to put in cut tags... and... they did not work.... Still trying to fix this...
Okay, tried a white font, so highlight for the posts....)
Option 1 - The Shattered Chalice.
She fled the body. They wanted the body, they could have the body. She didn't need it! She could see all the dreams in the light from the misty place. So when she fled into the abyss and found herself on the train, she found it curious. Until she found the first shard. She held it in her hand, and it became part of her. She stepped off the train, following some vague sense that there might be shards here. The body was gone, the shell was gone, Jaenelle was gone. She was Witch.
Her body was roughly that of a 14 year old. She was... human plus, lets just say. She stood upright like a human, but her feet ended in hooves with small pale gold fetlocks. She had a small doe tail over her rear end. A stripe of soft fur down her middle. Her hands ended in sheathed claws. Her ears are slightly tapered, and from her forehead, resting above and between two bottomless sapphire eyes was a small golden spiral horn. Her hair was almost mane-like as it spilled down her back. She had found a length of sapphire cloth on the train and it was wrapped around herself like a dress. The only other thing she wore was a necklace with a set black Jewel. Witch looked around with sapphire eyes, looking for the next shard, the next piece of her shattered mind. When she found all of it... she could choose to return to the body if she wanted to... but here in the abyss... the spirit felt like the body. She felt solid here. And she didn't want the body anymore.
Option 2 - After the Cassidy books, before the short story about the next Witch.
Massive spoilers ahead. You have been warned.
Witch did not become Childru Dythane if she died young. Witch did not become Demon Dead at all. Dead was dead, and the dreams had been bound to the flesh of a shorter lived race. Jaenelle Angeline SaDiablo, Former Queen of Kaleer, Daughter of The High Lord of H***, Sister to the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih, Wife of Daemon Sadi... was dead. She died of old age. Given the power around her, hers an that of others... there was really no other way. Daemon... she loved him, but ever since she stopper wearing the Ebony, ever since she yielded her power... He might have become a bit too over protective. Given that he was a Warlord Prince already... that was saying something.
Still, it was amazing how much being dead felt like being alive. Was this what Lucivar experienced when she healed him after he made the run? Possibly. Except she knew she was dead. Because once again her body was that of a twenty five year old. Once again she felt the Ebony resting against her chest, yet she felt the gentle purr of Twilight's dawn as well. All the Jewels that anyone had ever been gifted with, this was the power that Lorn had granted her.
She could not return home. She knew that. As a healer, as a daughter to Saetan, and as a Black Widow, she knew that the lines had to be drawn, that the dead needed to withdraw from the living so that the ones they loved could move on. And if she had gone to H*** Daemon, her dear sweet Daemon never would have.
So she did not complain about being here. It was, as near as she could tell, as good a place as any to wait until she could become a whisper in the darkness.
She settled her dress and smoothed it carefully. Black spider-silk, webby over the top of her chest, the strands ending in small chips of the Black. Long dripping webby sleeves and a long trailing webby skirt. Her Widow's weeds. Her golden hair was pinned up, held by clasps set with small chips of red. She knew this dress, this hair style, this... moment.
Kaetan. His name lodged in her throat, then she shook her head. If this was where she came when she was dead... maybe some of her friends who returned to the darkness would be here as well. And if not... well, she was here, she might as well get used to it.
That decided, she strode into town, a woman of confidence and inner fire in a way she never quite moved when she was alive. She was not a queen here. No one needed her. She could just be... Jaenelle. There was peace in that.
Option 1
Chilly air mercilessly tickled his numbed nose as made his way to the train station. As much as he wanted to retreat back to the inviting warmth of his coffee shop, he has already committed himself to this journey. There was no sense in aborting his mission when he was already almost there. Hopefully, he won't have to wait long for any potential newcomers to arrive. He was not planning on freezing his fingers off waiting for nobody to show up.
Fortunately for Touma, it seemed like frostbite wasn't going to be a problem. The train had already arrived and dropped off its latest alternate dimensional abductee. Before him was a young girl with an unusual appearance. At one point in his life, her existence would have registered to him as something a little stronger than simply 'Irregular'. However, experience has long since made people like her unsurprising and he instead focused on far more pressing issues concerning the horned newcomer. Such as the fact she was wearing a lone strip of cloth in freezing weather.
“Here! Please put this on before you get hypothermia.”
Without even thinking, he swiftly shed his jacket and thrust it at her. It wasn't an ideal solution, but it was better than nothing.
Re: Option 1
She studied the jacket oddly then finally pulled it on. she caught the cuff of the sleeve on a claw and frowned at it, like she had never seen claws, or cuffs before. Finally she pulled it free with a small tear, and then carefully pulled the bit of cloth out of her claw and retracted it.
"Where?" she asked him in a voice that was a chilling blend of little kid and dark ageless powerhouse.
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He cringed as he watched her struggle to put on his jacket and accidentally tear it with her claws. In hindsight, he really should have seen that coming. The teenager could only sigh as she plucked pieces of his poor jacket out of her claws.
“This is Ruby City. To put it bluntly, you're currently in an alternate world.”
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Then she looked up at him. "You are cold," she said, in her creepy voice. She took off the jacket and noticed the ripped sleeve. She frowned at it and cupped her hand around the ripped section, closing her eyes. When she opened her eyes and removed her hand, there was silk thread - glossy, black, fine - in a neat patch closing the rip. It looked decorative.
She then moved, fawn swift and agile, and lay the jacket over his shoulders. It felt warmer than it had when he had worn it before. A small warming spell.
The chalice was shattered, but the inner web was intact. She was shattered, not broken, all her craft, all her dark glory was still there. Just the mind behind it was no longer in proper working order.
She tilted her head at him, like a small animal or a small child looking for approval for having done a trick.
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The awkward silence between soon shattered when the horned girl suddenly launched towards him. He instinctively found himself jumping back in surprise as a clawed hand reached out near his foot.
“Oi! Just what are trying to do?”
His surprise soon gave way to confusion as he watched the horned girl careful cradle something within her hands. He watched as she silently stared at the mystery object she seemingly plucked from the ground. The protective cage she created with her fingers prevented him from seeing what exactly she picked. Before he could ponder further about her strange actions, she has already finished examining the mystery object and began addressing him again.
A soft smile spread across his face. “Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. It's not something.... Hey! Don't take that off! I just said I was fine! Are you even listening...?”
His protest quickly died once he noticed what she had just done. She had fully repaired his jacket with some strangely decorative black thread. With uncanny agility, she placed the newly repaired jacket upon his shoulders. A sublet warmth could be felt radiating from his jacket and he immediately understood that she must weaved some magic into it.
He beamed brightly at her. “Thanks! I really appreciate it.” All his uneasiness from earlier was quickly swept away thanks to her kindhearted action. Unfortunately, her gift was not something he could readily accept. There was no way he could accept his jacket back when she had nothing to guard herself against the weather with. Touma carefully removed his jacket with his left hand and once again presented it to the horned girl.
“But, I think you need this more than I do. Take it and lets both get out of this cold. I own a coffee shop not too far from here we can run to. It's definitely a lot more cozy than where we're currently standing. Sound good?”
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She had remained seeming confused, head slightly tilting... until he said coffee. It was as if the rest of the sentence melted away, leaving only that one word, and she clung to it like a rock in the ocean.
"Coffee..." she repeated. It was the same oddly haunting voice, but the way she said the word... there was a longing to it not usually reserved for inanimate things. Some people longed for coffee, some people loved coffee, some people thought they needed it to live. She... She said coffee the way a road weary soldier might say "home"; as if it were the most important word in the world.
She looked at him, almost desperately, pleadingly, though her eyes remained the deepest sapphire. "Coffee?" she asked, as if she thought he were her only chance to ever have this home-like coffee ever again.
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“Yeah. Coffee.”
Coffee was the last thing he would have expected to invoke such a powerful emotion out of her. There was an undeniable nostalgia with the way she spoke that deeply resonated with him. As curious as he was about her reaction, he decided it would be best to get themselves out of the cold first.
“Hold still for a moment.” With his almost forgotten jacket in hand, he carefully did his best to drape it over her shoulders. This would normally be a trivial task if it wasn't for the fact he had to accomplish it solely with his left hand. One touch from his right hand could not only render the magic within his jacket moot, but also potentially harm the horned girl as well. After some impressive dexterity, he managed to successfully place his jacket on her without any misfortune.
“Finally! Now lets go before we become popsicles. I can make us both some coffee to warm us up once we get to my shop.” Touma gently grabbed hold of her clawed hand with his left in order to lead her. “Alright, this way.”
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She had stopped fighting about the jacket, though she did frown, and while examining the other hand, still linked to him, she passed her arm through the sleeve of the jacket to keep it from falling off, so that when she was done, she was wearing the sleeve properly, without having let go. The other sleeve still flapped free, though a pinch of craft kept it anchored to her shoulder.
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Appearance wise, there was nothing abnormal about his right hand. It looked no different from any other mundane human hand. If she has any capability to sense magic, she will discover absolutely nothing. The teenager guiding her did not possess a single drop of magic in his being. In every practical sense, he seemed like an ordinary human.
“So, what's your name? I'm Touma.”
Given her current track record when it came to speaking he wasn't expecting much. Just a little small talk to pass the time and keep his mind off his chilly body before they arrive at his shop.
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It was a long moment before she spoke again, considering her words carefully it seemed. Or maybe she was trying to understand the question. Finally she said "I am what is beneath this skin..." she said slowly, tilting her head and looking at the sky, as though that would give her an answer.
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What should have been a simple question has quickly evolved into something confusing. At first, he thought she was intentionally trying to avoid answering his question, but her expression clearly showed otherwise. Maybe her cryptic response was the best answer she could have honestly gave him? Is it possible she didn't actually have a name? Were names a foreign concept where she lived?
Whatever the case may be, he sincerely hoped she could give him some kind of explanation. Although, knowing his luck, he would probably just get an even more confusing answer.
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She tried again, nearly crying. "The... self.... I am... I..." she seemed so distressed.
Then the smallest whimper and the quietest of voices, "I am a shattered chalice," she whispered, as if confessing a dark secret that hurt her deeply. She shook terribly.