Test Drive Meme 002

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Test Drive Meme

Considering apping to the City of Sin, but unsure of who to bring or if they'll fit? Feel free to give the setting a test drive here!

→ Comment with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting, with name and canon in the subject line
→ Choose a scenario, or create your own
→ Tag around

Possible Scenarios 01. A New Arrival: You've just arrived in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a very strange sense of having been displaced. Thankfully, you don't appear to be alone. Here's hoping that person passing by is helpful, and doesn't plan on mugging you or something! 02. Demonic Presences: You were just minding your own business, weren't you? But that's always when bad things seem to happen, and the City of Sin isn't really that friendly. Maybe you'll find someone who can help you fight off that shadowy thing that's creeping towards you! 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a party at the Tower by someone who calls themselves the Emperor. Obviously that's weird, but maybe you can get some free drinks and food out of it! Just make sure you watch out for those little red packets of powder. 04. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure!

Comments

can I just add: 'EEEEEEE ROGUE'?

[prefers_magneto]

"A jet?" Erik asked, approaching as he walked out of a nearby cafe with a coffee in his hand just in time to hear her question. "You arrived in a jet?" That would be new.

only if I can add EEEEW MAGNETO! :D

[justonetouch]

While she had been talking to herself, more or less, she realized that she was a bit louder than intended. Rogue’s gaze settled on him, lips pursing slightly, before shaking her head. “No. Well, I don’t think so...”

That was the confusing part. Although all of this really was confusing. “I’d been on one before being here.”

/clappy hands

[prefers_magneto]

He shrugged. "People were in lots of places before coming here." He looked her over. "Where are you from?"

WHEN SHE FINDS OUT....

[justonetouch]

She could say Mississippi, as that is technically where she is from, but it was not as if she spoke too much of that life. Especially to strangers. Plus she didn’t associate with it any longer. She gave her own look right back as she noted his, her expression dubious and slightly guarded. “Been in New York. ...Canada just before coming here.”

She'll think 'oh no he's hot' before she punches him?

[prefers_magneto]

New arrivals were always wary and guarded.

"You don't sound like New York or Canada," he noted, more a statement of fact than accusation of anything. He, himself, sounded like many places and nowhere specific and didn't associate with his birthplace anymore either. "I'm afraid you're stuck here now. People stay or they leave on the City's whims." He offered his hand to shake. "I'm Erik Lehnsherr."

he should be ugly, like his soul! >P

[justonetouch]

New or not, she had never been a social butterfly since her powers had caught her off guard that day. She likely never would be either, even though she was wearing her gloves and fully clothes. Things could happen, and people could be hurt.

She shrugged her shoulders though, as he did have her there. There was still that slight southern drawl that marked her. There were several events that happened though when he said his name. There had been a debate about whether or not to shake the offered hand, but it froze, just like she did, as her eyes darted up to him, memories of being forced to drain powers on top of the statue, and those residual thoughts that always lingered within. That was- "Magneto?"

Chicks dig a bad boy.

[prefers_magneto]

His expression faltered and the offered hand fell.

"How do you know that name?" he asked warily.

He'd heard it only once in his own world. Children playing spy for the first time. But he'd seen another version of himself, from another reality, in the old City and he'd gone by that name almost exclusively.

Her tone made him think the associations she held to it were no more positive than those held to that version of him.

bobby shows otherwise

[justonetouch]

There was a tightness of her face. How though? It could have been his son or something, but unless he was using the same codename that Magneto used, and named his kid the same name... He was young though. Way too young. It didn't make sense.

"Kinda hard to forget it." Which didn't answer his question at all, or her internal ones. Her nose wrinkled, trying to make the pieces work, but... It would have been different if he would have been confused by Magneto, but he seemed to know it.

[prefers_magneto]

He looked at her suspiciously.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

[justonetouch]

Her mouth opened, only to close, before she finally did speak. "It's not supposed to mean anything."

Last thing she wanted to do? Have a conversation with him, even if he was younger. A lot younger. It was clear he didn't know her, so he hadn't somehow magically become younger. If it was him at all.

[prefers_magneto]

He canted his head slightly to the side.

"What year are you from?"

[justonetouch]

“2003,” she responded, after a moment of hesitation. Which did bring her around to asking the same thing right back.“You?”

[prefers_magneto]

"You're from the future." He considered her for a moment. "I'm from 1962," he told her. He raised his eyebrows. "You were expecting the bogey man."

There had been others from the future. Suggestions of hints of shadows. That name.

[justonetouch]

1962...? True, she can’t say what she was expecting for him to say, but to actually have him say that... Her own brows furrowed, as if trying to figure out if he was pulling one over on her. Mystique, maybe? That still didn’t answer why, or how.

Oh, but her features hardened. She wasn’t that young girl anymore. “More like once an ass, always an ass.”

[prefers_magneto]

He huffed out a humourless laugh.

"And what am I supposed to have done to you?"

[justonetouch]

“There’s nothing supposed about it.” But he didn’t seem to be any better than the man she knew, although maybe that was just Rogue’s own anger clouding her judgment. Younger, sure, but it wasn’t like he was chipper and friendly- which would have been really creepy. “An’ I don’t owe you any answers about anything.”

[prefers_magneto]

He watched her for a long moment, analyzing. Assessing.

"Are you a mutant?"

[justonetouch]

Her own eyes narrow at him, trying to read his expression. She could say no, but she wasn’t going to lie. “I am.”

[prefers_magneto]

"Why would I be a threat to a fellow mutant? I want to save our people."

[justonetouch]

Save them? Okay, maybe he had helped to stop the jet from crashing in to the ground, but not for one moment did she think that was out of the goodness of his heart. He had needed them. Leaving her to die said otherwise anyway, that he was willing to crush them to get ahead. “The only one you really care about in the end is yourself.”

[prefers_magneto]

"Then you don't know me at all," Erik told her, and he was utterly confident in that. Whatever he may or may not do in the future, he knew what he stood for.

[justonetouch]

But that was just the thing. She did. He was one of them now, the voices in her head, a remnant of having touched her. "I know you better than you want me to."

[prefers_magneto]

"Is that so?" he challenged, nonplussed.

[justonetouch]

Falling for the bait, if that’s what it is, she pursed her lips. “Seeing as I can absorb, and seeing as you touched me. Yes, that is so.”

[prefers_magneto]

"You absorb what, exactly? Because everything is subject to interpretation and your interpretation of anything is subject to your biases," Erik told her.