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justhugalready2013-08-01 03:59 pm
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Test Drive Meme!
 Welcome to the Rekindle Test Drive! Trying to see if a character will fit or work in the setting? Need some interaction samples? Well this meme is for you! Make a post, tag around, and most importantly, have fun! Here's the setting page for those who want to learn a little more about the city itself. Here's some prompts to help you get started, if you need it: |
Option 1 |
[The midsummer heat is still in full swing. But that's okay - enterprising residents on the riverbanks are renting out innertubes for you to float along the cool waters in. The catch? They're innertubes for two, and you're sharing with the person ahead of/behind you in line! Get nice and cozy, you two.] |
Option 2 |
[There's something odd about some of the shops in the third district. There doesn't seem to be any pattern - it's something that can be found in all sorts of establishments. But if you see the twin daisy sign in the window, it turns out that you can get a discount when making a purchase with someone else. It could be someone you know, or someone new entirely, but so long as you both reach the checkout at the same time, you get the discount - a pretty substantial one too! So hey, look and see if there's anyone else shopping with you! Could be a great way to stretch the allowance you've been given.] |
Option 3 |
[Even if there are no children among the natives, it doesn't stop the adults from being a little immature - or maybe the heat's just getting to them. If you glance around, you might notice almost-hidden baskets of water balloons, tucked under benches and against trash cans... If you didn't notice, though, it might be an awful surprise when one hits the back of your head. And when you whip around to look - well, it's probably not immediately obvious who the culprit is. Will you brush it off, yell and scream, or take revenge on the town at large?] |
Option 4 |
[Whoops. Looks like you haven't taken the cautionary words of the other NPCs to heart, or maybe you just wanted to take your chances. Either way, the withdrawal symptoms have started and you need to find someone to hug quickly before you get even more sick.] |
Option 5 |
[If there's something else you wanted to play with, that you didn't see here, then have fun with that. You've just arrived in a strange city, after all. There's got to be plenty to explore out and about, not to mention people to meet.] |
Vincent Nightray | Pandora Hearts
[ Vincent literally does not know what hit him - all that he is aware of is that something exploded in a mass of water upon hitting his head, leaving his lovely blond locks hanging like limp seaweed. He's altogether startled and affronted, body wound up tight and face stuck in a grimace beneath a dripping veil of hair.
But it's okay! He's got this. He'll simply... run his fingers through his hair, and delicately wipe away the remaining droplets. Not without looking for the culprit or this misdemeanor in the process, mind. ]
It seems that a prankster is afoot?
[ He's all chuckles and smiles, but there's just that twinge of annoyance at the edge of his lips. ]
Option 4:
[ It was odd indeed for Vincent to refrain from physical touch, but it seemed to him that this new world had presented him with a challenge. Mostly doubtful of its tales of consequence, he had decided to learn of them first-hand. Surprisingly enough, all that they had said was true, and Vincent had allowed the symptoms to progress just enough that he saw it fit to end the cycle.
Perhaps it would make physical touch all the sweeter, now. Oh, wouldn't that be fun.
He's carefully picked out his prey for the evening. Male or female, familiar or not - those things don't matter to him at present, but instead, how interesting that they seem. Approaching, he offers a seemingly modest smile, forced as it may be in his delicate condition. ]
Ah, please forgive me for the sudden intrusion. It seems that fervor has outweighed my manners.
[ To those that know him, the tone may be recognized as mocking, or something for show - and his smirk perhaps more apparent, as he gently caresses their hand in his own. ]
Would you be so kind as to humor a foolish man this evening?
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Who were they? Rainsworth, that's right. It hardly mattered. He didn't care. One hundred sixteen souls, a nightmare in the Abyss, his left eye lost - and none of it had mattered.. Nothing mattered. Nothing ever would again.
Which is why he hardly registers Vincent's syrupy voice or even his caresses, beyond the weak protest: ]
Leave me alone.
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[ He lifts the man's hand, to nuzzle his cheek along the back of his palm. Small reliefs, but he could feel the nausea lifting just so. ]
You won't cease to exist simply by allowing yourself to saturate in your guilt, Mister Kevin.
[ His lids slant to match his feral grin. ]
Allow me to assist in easing your suffering, so that you might have the strength to take a more active role in your path to destruction. A small kindness, for you would be helping me much in the same way.
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[ He is still in his own world, but some of Vincent's words register: guilt, suffering, destruction... ]
Sir Kevin.
[ he says automatically. He is confused. How does this man know him?
So distracted is he by these questions, he fails to notice the lessening of pain and the warmth suffusing through his body at Vincent's touch, at least not consciously. On an unconscious level he must, for he doesn't pull his hand away. ]
Who are you?
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Sir Kevin, then. My apologies!
[ It's almost fond, the way he reaches his other hand out to draw modestly gloved fingertips over the bandage that wraps over Kevin's eye. He steps closer, like he might see right through them, drawing the hand he still holds to press against his chest. ]
You really don't recognize me? What a shame. I remember you quite well.
The first we'd met, I was much smaller then. But you... You look just the same as that time.
[ A thoughtful tilt of the head, while he leans in dangerously close. ]
As for the name, call me nosy, but I was incredibly intrigued as to why the Mister Mad Hatter I know - [ And with an easy pluck, he might pull those bandages loose! ] - goes by an old look and different alias...
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My, you were looking rather parched up until this moment ♡
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Lotti.
[ Turning to approach her, his smile turns a touch more wicked. ]
If you were interested in playing games, you should have said so.
[ Infringing upon her personal space, he finds - while admiring her essence, of course - that his still very damp tresses have rained a droplet or two upon her breasts. He chuckles, taking it upon himself to wipe one away with a brush of the knuckle. ]
There are far more entertaining ways to get wet.
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Vincent, dear, mind yourself in public... Unless you want more than simply water to be soaking your lovely locks ♡ [ it was always the same, wasn't it? fingers gingerly moving to play over those tresses ]
But if you're happy enough to play my way, I'd be more than happy to oblige.
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Ah, but she always is full of pleasant little promises. Vincent melts over her just the slightest bit at such words, allowing her to play with his hair as he slips his arms along the small of her back. ]
See, now, that sounds like much more fun♥.
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Why in the world are you out here dressed like that? Are you trying to make yourself sick? Or perhaps, simply an open target? One would have to wonder.
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Are you worrying over me now, Lotti? [ Chuckle. ] I'm flattered.