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rubycity_ooc2015-08-02 10:42 am
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August 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 event tag!
10. CHOOSE YOUR OWN - Don't like any of these ideas? Feel free to come up with your own!
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[His voice now was smooth as ice, charm an effortless veil over every word. He was still very much Giorno, his youth apparent in his face and his body, the soft line of his jaw and the lilt in his tense voice. But there was Dio in him now, too, quite a bit more apparent than it had been thus far, in the heavy weight of his stare, his eyes sharp and unblinking.]
There's a great deal more to me than I like to disclose at first acquaintance. I think this is true of everyone; no one likes to share all their secrets. But I will make a deal with you: you tell me what you suspect, since you obviously do suspect something, and I will tell you if it's true.
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[But that reaction all but confirmed it, and he didn't know what to make of that. It would be wrong to condemn Giorno for what he hadn't done and presumably had no hand in at all, and yet it was very easy for Kakyoin to let that sense of dread find a firm hold on him.]
Your....father, I'm guessing. He was a Stand user as well...one who spent some time in Egypt, am I correct?
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[Something sharp in his tone now, and that was not Dio at all. Dio was used to getting his way through a careful combination of threats and seduction, whereas Giorno lived now in a world of physical force and machismo. Both of them were used to getting their own way, but they did it very differently. Giorno never threatened. He commanded, and Kakyoin's willful disobedience was beginning to rankle.]
Your caution is officially misplaced. You believe I'm dangerous, and yet you don't play your cards, as if holding back your hand will make me any less who I am, as if we don't both know exactly what you're asking. No hiding, no games. We show our weapons, you and I, or this conversation ends.
What you mean to say is, "Don Giovanna, your father was Dio Brando." Isn't that what you mean? Ask me, and I'll answer. Waste my time with sideways questions and euphemisms, and I'll leave.
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[This really wasn't a situation he was used to. Kakyoin kept information to himself so that he could use it as a weapon; that was how he functioned, the user of a subtle and quiet Stand that made fights into a matter of waiting for the right opportunity to strike. But it was becoming clear that Giorno Giovanna was not someone who allowed anyone to gain the upper hand on him; that he'd fight on his own terms, whether that fight was verbal or physical.]
[Fine. If he wanted an all-out direct approach, Kakyoin would play against his usual strategy. Taking off his sunglasses again, he looked steadily at Giorno and spoke plainly:]
Was your father Dio Brando--that is, are you or are you not related to the person that killed me?
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[It became clear, then, that Noriaki Kakyoin was one of those who brought an end to his father, and, because Giorno was only human, he felt a brief and easily-squashed pang of regret. Here was someone who had met Dio, even momentarily, known him, even if only through cruelty, a connection to a past that Giorno never quite knew what to do with.]
[There was a certain fascination in this, but - it bore repeating - Giorno was not stupid. Kakyoin did not deserve morbid curiosity. Furthermore, he had finally done as Giorno asked, and so he deserved a measure of respect.]
[With careful, smooth movements, Giorno stepped back a few paces, not to retreat but to give Kakyoin space, and nodded as Gold Experience draped its arm around his shoulders again, almost protectively.]
Yes. My father was Dio Brando, the man who murdered you.
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I want this to be clear right now--I'm not in the habit of holding people responsible for things they had nothing to do with. But I had to be certain of that, I hope you understand.
[Slowly, he folded his arms--Hierophant's coil moved from Kakyoin's arm to his shoulder in a similar fashion. As unsettled as he was, Giorno hadn't...done anything. There was no reason to act like they were enemies just based on one single fact.]
You didn't recognize my name, which means it's highly unlikely you were involved at all. [Everyone (or damn close to it) that worked for Dio would almost certainly recognize the name 'Noriaki Kakyoin', but Giorno hadn't so much as blinked.] So I don't want either of us to think the other's about to throttle them, assuming that is an absurd thing to expect.
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[He nodded, then, his fingers coming up to graze over Gold Experience's.]
Yes. I do understand.
I was only a few years old when he died; I was a talented child, but not that talented. And I have no intention of killing anyone who doesn't come after me first.
[Perhaps this was telling, the way he went from zero to sixty in a phrase like that. He was not Dio, but he was don, and even before that, there was a certain ruthlessness in him, an affinity less toward cruelty than toward the swift and irreversible follow-through of justice.]
[One hand came up to touch his lips as he wondered, vaguely, what gave it away. What part of him was so irrepressibly his father's that Kakyoin had seen it? Something he said, some gesture, some expression? Would he be able to stamp it out, with practice? Would he want to?]
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[It was easy to be angry and hate Dio, and he certainly did that much without a problem. Maybe it would be easy to hate Giorno by extension, but it wouldn't be right. Being that kind of spiteful person didn't suit Kakyoin, and the idea left an unpleasant taste in his mouth to even consider.]
[As long as what he was saying was true (and Kakyoin found himself believing it was) then as far as he was concerned, there was nothing Giorno needed to answer for in regards to his father.]
A few years old-...? What year was it, when you left?
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[His head cocked, wondering where this line of questioning was going. If there was still a point; but it was Kakyoin, wasn't it, so there was always a point.]
2001. February. I'm fifteen, if that helps your math.
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[...questions he frankly neither wanted to ask nor know the answer to right now, to spare his own sanity.]
It was 1988 for me. January sixteenth.
[5:15 PM, Cairo time. He remembered it down to the specific details, but the context of that night down to the exact minute weren't necessary. He suspected Giorno would understand what that meant all the same.]
I'm obviously not the one that killed him. But I suppose you have the right to know that wasn't for lack of trying.
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[No, Giorno would not be merciful. Not in that other, imaginary circumstance. But in this one, here and now, he could at least be gracious.]
[He nodded fractionally, his fingers lacing together in front of him.]
I'm sorry you didn't get the opportunity.
[And - then he remembered, it's just that I won, that's all, and flushed slightly, pursing his lips.]
What I said before - it was insensitive. I'm sorry for that, too.
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[But he paused as a thought occurred to him; were their roles switched and Kakyoin had unknowingly given himself away as being similar to someone like that, wouldn't there be some crucial information that he would want?]
...It wasn't quite that which gave you away, not specifically. You're...charming, Giovanna. Charming, but anyone that would know what to look for can tell there's something dangerous to you--and I'm not only talking about your Stand.
But you're missing something he had. Hearing him talk came with a sense of fear so overwhelming that it surpasses any possible ability to describe it, and yet he was so charismatic that it was impossible to do anything but listen.
[Kakyoin resisted the nervous urge to look away and remained as focused on Giorno as possible as he spoke.]
...I don't feel that from you. I can tell that you're dangerous--probably more so than I can handle--but I can't pick up on any reason to be afraid of you, rational or otherwise.
If it's any consolation, there aren't many people other than me that could see that kind of thing as being any quality he had. [As an afterthought--and unaware of any significance--he said half to himself:] No, I guess Polnareff probably could, too. We'd both spoken to him before, right?
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[And yet the way Kakyoin spoke about the similarities between Giorno and Dio, it came with a weight of personal experience that a simple murder couldn't convey. So what had it been, then? Torture? Certainly not out of the realm of possibility, but charm is significantly more difficult to convey during torture, so Giorno dismissed that for the moment. No, there was something else there, something more, a greater crime than death, some other monstrosity.]
[He had to know what. He had to, not only for his own sake but for Kakyoin's; he did not want to repeat it, and he absolutely didn't want to repeat it in Kakyoin's presence.]
[All of which he was very staunchly focused on until he heard a familiar name, and then - he stood bolt upright, eyes widening with a faint glimmer of hope, and he asked the question before he'd even fully parsed what Kakyoin was saying.]
Mr. Polnareff's here?
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[While he'd been willing or at least prepared to explain just how he'd met Dio in the first place, Giorno's next question momentarily threw that resignation to an unpleasant subject out the window.]
He's-...I haven't seen him here, but how on earth do you know Polnareff?
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[What was the right way to put this, really . . . Polnareff's status within Passione was somewhat nebulous, given his less-than-normal physical state, and besides - people still treated him somewhat as an outsider, despite Giorno's attempts to weave him into the fabric of the family.]
[He took a moment to temper his excitement - Polnareff was not here, no one from home was here, he was still alone - and then pulled his braid over his shoulder to toy with the end of it, acquiescing at last to a single nervous gesture.]
Adviser. He's my adviser, and a member of my family. He helped me end the life of a very dangerous man.
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He's my friend--we were in the same group in Egypt.
[And as much as his friend was a miserable judge of character at times, that still cemented the idea that Giorno could almost certainly be trusted.]
It's...honestly a relief to hear he's doing well, that many years after all of this.
['well' was...kind of subjective.]
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I protect him. I don't let anything happen to him. I owe him a great deal, and I respect him.
[Except who was protecting Polnareff now, with Giorno gone? Mista was not capable of leading Passione on his own. Trish, maybe; he had to place his hopes on Trish.]
My family will be protecting him now. I can promise his safety.
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[Kakyoin answered with an honest smile, laughing to himself in a much less nervous way once he'd taken a minute to process that.]
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I imagine he's grown up since you knew him. But he isn't exactly tactful, sometimes. There's a certain subtlety that he's lacking. The first time we met face-to-face after everything ended, he was vocally surprised about my size.
[Super annoying.]
But subtlety was your role in your group, I can only assume.
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[Dammit, Polnareff.]
Ah--that's right, yes. I was a little more of the strategist type among us. Hierophant's better suited as a scout or a line of defense.
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It's all right. People are people. If I didn't have a thick skin, I would have chosen a different line of work.
[With another quick glance at Hierophant--] I can see that. Just from the way it moves . . . although of course there's so much you can't tell about a Stand just from looking at it. He and Silver Chariot were offensive, yes? You don't have to be subtle when you're charging something.
He never talked to me like this, though. [About this. Part of it was that there wasn't time, part of it - Giorno could see the wounds were still wide open.]
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[Kakyoin paused, thinking the matter over. The Polnareff he knew tended to lack any brain-to-mouth filter, but he wasn't an idiot. There were plenty of reasons he wouldn't want to talk about this, not the least of which was 'I helped kill your father' not being polite conversation.]
...I can't say I'm too surprised. I only talk about it at all because I know trying to lock everything up is only going to drive me insane. [Without thinking, Kakyoin started restlessly curling the end of his hair around one finger as he spoke.] Polnareff and I had...a similar problem, you could say. And it only occurs to me now that you mention him, but...I wonder if it might have gotten to him as much as it does with me.
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Something that my father did to you. Something . . . [Worse, he wanted to say, but didn't.] More complicated than killing you.
[He could imagine. Maybe too well. There were a thousand awful things that even an ordinary person could do to harm someone else. For someone as creative, as clever, as ruthless as Dio (or, for that matter, Giorno himself), the sky was really the limit.]
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[Even if it was very hard to keep a tone of disgust out of his voice--not directed at Giorno, but in equal parts at Dio and Kakyoin himself.]
We used to work for him. Not by choice, I promise you that. Unfortunately, mind control was just one of many horrendous things at his disposal.
[A pause; he wasn't sure if he should say more, but the words left him before Kakyoin could really think further about it.]
I'm not sure how long it was for Polnareff, but I was under his control for...two, three months? I don't have a clear memory of most of it, which I am frankly quite thankful for.
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[He tugged at the hem of his jacket to straighten it and nodded, though what exactly he was acknowledging he couldn't really say. Mind control. It would be a lie to say he didn't understand the appeal, but - it was weak. Mind control was for those too insecure in their own power to gather loyal followers on their own merit. Even Diavolo never stooped, although he probably would have if he'd had the means.]
[For the first time, there was nothing in Giorno's eyes, no grief, no sorrow, no sympathy - nothing but pure, cold anger.]
I see.
[Weak. What a stupid, weak man.]
That makes sense, then. I wouldn't talk about it either. Not unless there was revenge to be gotten, and all of that was long over by the time we met.
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