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

[starmark]

[When time restarts, a burst of weariness washes over him; in the heat of battle, he'd been too fueled on adrenaline and desperation to really take much notice, too preoccupied with staying alive to even consider the possibility of being tired. Like this, in the relative peace of an average day, he's free to notice the stress it puts on him to use Star Platinum that way. To some degree, that's almost reassuring; it makes him doubt that he could ever extend it indefinitely, ever push it past some finite upper limit, and even if he did he'd suffer for it.

That's different. Different is reassuring.

And Giorno's impressed him, which is something he doesn't bother to hide or try to suppress; it's bewildering and unsettling to see the world change around you in no time at all, but Gold Experience never appears, even when he's fully expecting the Stand to emerge and defend the way that it had before. That's impressive.

Amidst his whirlwind of memory and trauma and repressed emotion, there's one feeling that's rapidly becoming clear, and it's comforting in its simplicity:

He's starting to like Giorno Giovanna.]

I don't. Star Platinum is mine, and has always been.

[He pauses, casting a glance in his Stand's direction. Even in the moments when he hasn't been sure what the dynamic of their relationship is, the mine has never been something he's questioned.]

I don't know why they were the same. If there's a reason, I never heard it. But when he would use The World...I could see him as he moved. I could watch what he did.

That was where we fought, for a lot of it. In his world between moments in time.

[digiorno]

[He can see it, something in Jotaro's face that he's beginning to be able to read. It takes a moment for him to parse what it means, because he doesn't have much to compare it to, but in thinking of men he's met before with Jotaro's demeanor, he comes to the odd conclusion that he has done something right. That he has proven himself, somehow.]

[There's a small burst of relief in his chest at that, a release of tension he didn't realize he was holding on to. Had he wanted to impress Jotaro that badly? Maybe. It would be - vindication, in some sense.]

[But that isn't something he needs to focus on now. Instead, he focuses on what Jotaro is saying, about Star Platinum, about - The World. His brow furrows slightly. What a thing to call a Stand . . . and he has to wonder who named it, Dio or someone else, and whether it truly belonged to Dio or to the Kujo ancestor previously mentioned, the one that provided him with a body. It's convoluted and disgusting to think about, and Jotaro probably doesn't have the answers, but he can't not analyze every angle. He's received more information about his father in the last fifteen minutes than he's ever had in his life, and he has to understand it, for reasons even he can't put his finger on.]

Completely alone.

[He doesn't need to say it out loud. He's quite sure Jotaro will understand that he understands, words or no words. But he says it anyway, and leaves the rest implied - that he can imagine, in the absolute silence of timelessness, hearing only the echo of his father's laugh, seeing only his smile, and knowing that you are going to die in time between time, that someone you love will blink, open their eyes, and see you dead.]

[There is no way to communicate that perfectly, it's true. But Giorno can imagine. He is trying very hard right now to imagine.]

[He takes a step forward, leans down to pick up the cigarette pack, then straightens and turns it over in his hands.]

The man I mentioned before - Trish's father - he was . . . evil. Not as powerful as my father, but his Stand was similar. It deleted time instead of stopping it, and he wasn't clever or charismatic. Not like my father.

[Not like me.]

But I remember - the hiccups. Time being eaten away. That's why I wasn't surprised. I thought it was him for a moment, but I wasn't surprised.

[He steps forward again and holds the pack out to Jotaro.]

You will not be alone again. [It has the tone of a command - not to Jotaro, but to the world, a listen here and obey me, I will not be ignored. He will not allow it to happen. Not anymore.]

[starmark]

I don't really go around using it. If —

[And it's obvious that he's already begun to say something else by the time he stops himself and thinks better of it, but there's an odd character to the way he pauses the thought — like he's only put it on hold to think about it a little longer, rather than biting it off because of a realization that came too late.

What he'd almost said was, if it bothers you, but that's stupid to start with. Giorno has seen something similar wielded by a man he doesn't hesitate to call evil. And it's the kind of thing that no person should ever be all that comfortable with, anyway.

So he tries again, searches for better words that will more gracefully fit what it is he actually means.]

I'm not going to use it to put myself above other people. I've decided that much. So you can ask me not to use it around you, and I'll respect it.

[He reaches forward, taking the cigarettes and pocketing them — and then offers the same hand again, empty and outstretched, in a gesture of greeting that's long overdue.]

When you're done here, come with me. There's someone else you should meet, if you're going to be staying.

[digiorno]

[If he had any inkling that Jotaro feared similarity to Dio - in his power or his anger - Giorno would tell him now that he's proven similarity impossible. I'm not going to use it to put myself above other people, he says, and Giorno is reminded more of Bruno than of anyone else, with his staunch dedication to doing the right thing even under awful circumstances.]

[It would bother him, of course. Any reminder of Diavolo makes him feel sick, sick and angry, makes him remember all the deaths in his family, all the unnecessary pain. It makes him remember, too, the way Diavolo died, and kept dying, and will keep dying - though he isn't in Italy anymore, Diavolo will continue to die, forever and ever until the end of time.]

[His expression sets into something hard and too-old, but he nods all the same.]

I understand. But if I asked you to do that, I wouldn't respect myself. I have to face what he was every day, back home. I won't push away all reminders of him here and make myself weak.

[Sacrifices of comfort are commonplace to him now. It doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the gesture; it's just that he can't accept it.]

[He does take Jotaro's hand in his, though, and shakes it. He has a politician's handshake, perfectly firm, dry-palmed, so impeccably timed that it's almost possible to ignore how small and thin-fingered his hand is, like a child's.]

I'm done. Whatever there is here . . . I don't think it's as important as anything you could show me.

[starmark]

[...Yeah. He likes Giorno Giovanna, all right. And it's nothing to do with the star on his shoulder or the blood in his veins, and everything to do with his determination to live by the rules he's set for himself, even when it means taking a difficult path over an easy one.

You will not be alone again, he'd said. Good. He's pretty sure he could do a lot worse than the companionship of someone like this.

Speaking of which...]

All right, then.

[He notes that handshake, practiced and smooth — like he does it a lot, and he's never actually asked what it is that Giorno does in Italy but between these little references and nods to things like evil men, to a girl that acts as his right hand, to the way he squares his shoulders like he's daring the world to challenge him and the way he shakes hands like it's second nature, it's enough to at least posit the educated guess that it's far bigger than anyone might guess from looking at him, and unlike his own rich tapestry of history, it's probably something Giorno set out to pursue for himself.

Yeah. He likes that, too.

When his hand comes away, he returns it to his pocket out of habit, and lets Star Platinum disappear again, nodding once at Giorno before turning his footsteps in the direction of the place he still can't quite think of as home, save for the fact that there's one person there who makes it feel like it might be someday.]

Come on. I'll introduce you to my best friend.