August Test Drive!

[rubycitymods]

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 event tag!
10. CHOOSE YOUR OWN - Don't like any of these ideas? Feel free to come up with your own!

Comments

Louis de Pointe du Lac | The Vampire Chronicles | 3 & 6 (lol)

[mortalheart]

There were no powers under God that could break them, some would say, and yet Louis saw otherwise. Their hunger would break their free will and their nature. Hunger would twist the nature of anyone, God-fearing or not, the fear of death was stronger. For a vampire, there would never be any death but there would be a walking hell. The fear of pain, weakness, of barely living like a wight adrift: not living, not dead, not feeling anything but that hunger.

Louis had learned long ago not to let himself get to that point, thanks to hard lessons fought and struggled for. He had not yet fed upon the flesh of any of those in Ruby City but tonight he found himself drawn to The Black Stallion like a sailor, lost and yearning, towards the siren call. The smell of them, the living, was intoxicating to him and as he entered, he felt surely like the fox does in the chicken pen.

He had a tight-lipped smile for any who looked his way. Louis did not plan to feed but he would torture himself again tonight in looking, in smelling, in feeling the warmth of all those around him. He moved to a corner table and sat himself down, ordered a glass of wine he would not drink, and watched.

Not tonight, but soon, he would have to sate his hunger. When he sees you, he nods politely with that same small smile.

[adooronceopened]

The French kingdom for good wine. Still, she had been informed that anything of quality was at, heaven help her, a tavern. The very idea of her being in one. Well, she had little choice in the matter? Reinette knew she would have to adjust to life in Ruby City. Being the King's Mistress mattered little here, in fact, there seemed to be a startling amount of royalty.

Hopefully the Black Stallion had a startling amount of decent wine. Her eyes browsed over the patrons and locked with Louis. She offered him a smile in return and nodded her head.

[mortalheart]

Louis looked first to her neck, however much he could or could not see of it did not matter. He looked for that softly pulsing spot. To him, she moved slowly and each pulse of her heart made her come alive to his vampire eyes. Only once he had memorized the beat, what would be only a moment to a mortal, did Louis lift his eyes to her smiling mouth and then up to her eyes.

His demeanor was calm, serene even. Besides his fingers lightly turning the glass of wine in a slow rotation he was utterly motionless. His iridescent green eyes followed her and when she nodded, he finally moved. Louis sat up straighter and bowed his head in a more courtly manner than his twenty-first century suit and tie could account for.

[adooronceopened]

Reinette had grown up in court, lived and breathed it on a daily basis. So when she saw the way Louis held himself, the way he moved and acted, it was not too terribly hard to spot one like herself. He was beautiful, certainly. She had a keen eye for such people. He had a stillness about him like those clockwork nightmares of her childhood. She was curious, certainly, she wondered what sort of man or beast he could be.

Wine glass now in hand, she glided over to him.

"May I join you?"

[mortalheart]

As she studied him, so too did Louis study her. He was still highly attuned to the particular rhythm of her strong heart, but now his eyes took in the way she moved and held herself. His heightened sense of smell took in her particular scents, beyond what lotions or soaps she might use, to the particular musk of her smooth skin.

The hand slowly rotating his glass had stopped its movement, and he lifted the other hand from off his thigh where it had been resting. He motioned to the empty chairs around the corner table he had situated himself at. "Certainly, you are welcome. I would ask only the price of your name."

[adooronceopened]

"I have come to be known as Madame de Pompadour," she offered as she took a seat. "However, Reinette serves me fine in circumstances such as these. And your name?" she asked as she set down her own wine glass, meeting his gaze as an equal and nothing less.

He was beautiful, certainly, a work of art in his own way. Everything about him had a stillness that, now up close, she knew was unnatural. Like those creatures of clockwork who could stand for hours on end, only ever ticking, never moving, not even the rise and fall of breath.

She leaned back in the chair as she studied him. His manner, his attitude, she was certainly dealing with someone who held power.

[mortalheart]

At last a subtle show of emotion plays on his still, white face: recognition. He was not yet born when she met her end but even an expatriate family such as his would know of her. Louis had also heard of her in a historical context as the decades and centuries passed by.

"Louis," he offered in return. This place brought all kinds, he knew that, but also from other times and even worlds. He wondered if it was a stroke of luck or by some more grand design that she should be here, someone from his own native country and so close to his own time.

"It's nice to meet you, Madame. How has your day treated you thus far?"

[darkworthy]

He would not have a nod or a smile in return, rather, he would have a long stare from Vlad. Dark with the wooden beam that ran across the roof and blocked off the florescent light and shadowed his face. Pearl lights from the shine of his eyes reflected in the dark like a cat's, almost as if he had tapetum lucidum shielding over his eyes. But the reflective light that bounced to him was only for this stranger across the bar.

To anyone else, he was no more than a dark stranger with normal eyes.

Vlad had this exhibit of unworldly eyes just for him. He could smell death on this one, as clear as a bat could see in the dark. The unknown was as clear to him as the facade of his combed hair, his put-together-outfit of simple clean-cut clothes of some fashion taken from old as Vlad himself dressed: with carried fashions of ancient past into the present.

Vlad wore a dark blue suit, tailored to fit his body without any sag or any desire for more cloth. It was expensive but unappreciated for their current city. His tie was a light blue, a color one would see in the earliest of mornings before the sun bared its face. His hair was combed as well, with gentle curls at the strands of his hair that brushed over his shoulders. He too wore the facade of a man, but they both were beasts.

[mortalheart]

Mortals moved a very certain and predictable way. Some immortals were adept at mimicking them, though there were almost always tells. There were instances when they moved like themselves and one of those was with a careful precision, precisely to be noticed by a watchful eye. Louis had no choice in the white pallor of his skin or the iridescence to his green eyes. They were as constant as he was.

But this other, this creature who moved like one of his own, had a reflection to his eyes that was not there and then was. Louis stared, his expression never changing, even if his own dead heart beat more rapidly. He waited and watched, for either an invitation or for this kindred stranger to come closer. To make his own invitation known, Louis placed his arm carefully over the back of the chair closest to him.