SEPTEMBER - OCTOBER TEST DRIVE MEME

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➞ Post with a character you wish to test drive in this game's setting.
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[battlesheet]

[ We're going to say this is Goldenrod, because if Fabian is here he's definitely been brought in as a Rocket. And while Riz's dress might seem familiar, he doesn't look the same.

Of course, Fabian looks exactly the same minus what he's dressed in because half-elves only get the ears outwardly and that is not offensive to this world. But really, his gush of a proper accent and his demeanor is more than enough. ]

Perhaps they don't sell caffeine to children - get over it and order a tea-based cortado.

While he's debating, I'll have vanilla bean frappe with whip... and a pup cup. Thank you.

[ Behind Fabian sits a dutiful Houndour and a bored Baile Oricorio. ]

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[nightyorb]

[Riz definitely does not look the same, which is... still pretty damn weird? Each time he catches sight of his reflection (not that he tries to look much as reflective surfaces these days) it takes him a good moment to remember that the weird, pasty-pink, short-eared and flat-teethed thing in the mirror is supposed to be him.

He grew a little, coming here, but that is really not worth all this weirdness.

At the words coming from behind him, he spins on his heel, ready to let this stranger know how he is sixteen, thank you very much, and this world just has it out for short people, and anyway, he's been drinking coffee since the very normal age of five so everybody should just lay off already and let him have his goddamn coffee, but the words die on his tongue when the guy's appearance clicks with the accent, and instead, he just ends up pointing and staring wide-eyed up at him.]

F-Fabian?

[battlesheet]

[ The presumptuous teen is taken aback after his name is reckoned, blinking back from his imperious command for frappe. His order is out there and is being processed, but Fabian's eyes narrow down on this pink creature. The way his name was said, this person obviously knows him... it even seems incredibly familiar. ]

Ri-

I mean. [ He crosses his arms. ] What's your name? So many people around here know mine, you have to be new...

[ Fabian is gesturing and posing as awkwardly as usual for a scene he is totally not comfortable in. ]

[nightyorb]

[Riz knows Fabian doesn't have the best insight, and again, he also looks completely unlike himself, but even with all these very logical reasons why Fabian wouldn't recognise him, it does twist in his chest a bit.]

Come on, we're best friends.

[And then, with a small huff, he reaches for his dumb, flat ears, pulling them outwards as much as he can.]

Picture these but much bigger. And also, I'm green instead of pink and not this tall. And my teeth are properly badass instead of whatever this is.

[Come on, Fabian. How many people do you know that could honestly call four-and-a-half feet tall?]

[battlesheet]

[ We're best friends. Fabian casts such a dubious look behind him his Oricorio fluffs up like a bouncer, though his Houndour is notably dozing.

Fabian watches this display and gives a mild gesture to let his Oricorio know to not to dunk on this dude despite some odd things. A part of him already knows what to expect, but... this is so weird. He actually feels a bit wrong the moment after he's sure this is Riz. It's always felt fine calling the goblin The Ball, but it was something else watching him perform being a friend as a pink little humanoid. ]

OKAY! YO! [ Rounding on the barista to channel his excitement. His friend is here! ]

YOU BETTER GIVE ME A GRANDE PUMPKIN SPICE! TWO GRANDE PUMPKIN SPICE!

[ Tis the season for his mom sending him out for coffee... ]

[nightyorb]

[When Riz sees it click in Fabian's head, he lets go of his ears, breaking out into the slightly dopey, crooked grin that Fabian must have seen thousands of times on the goblin's face already. Just with fewer pointy teeth this time.]

Finally got it, huh?

[Just a little bit of bantering between best friends!]

It's great to see you. When did you get here? How did you get here? You guys were still in Hell last I remembered. Did you take a hijacked portal too? Where are the others anyway? Have you seen any of them?

[battlesheet]

[ A lesser person would have sprinted away from this display of sheer audacity and privilege. Fabian doesn't actually have privilege here but damned if he doesn't know how to pretend he does. And it works in a sense - a lot of other patrons wander off, no doubt figuring coffee isn't worth this diva. Even Fabian's Oricorio jumps a bit. ]

TWO ESSPRESSO SHOTS IN ONE OF THOSE! WHIPPED CREME!

[ He relaxes enough to turn to the other boy. He looks exactly like himself - half-elf, half-black, and eye-patched. ]

I got here this month. Let's just start with that.

You didn't... wake up in a sort of bunk-bed situation, did you?

[nightyorb]

Bunk-bed? No, I woke up in some house with a weird woman calling herself my mom.

[Riz's face scrunches at the memory.]

Which is when I discovered my gun was gone.

[Because naturally, Riz's hand had immediately gone to his gun. Because if you weren't reflexively drawing weapons then what sort of Agueford student were you?]

[battlesheet]

[ Oh... oh no... Riz isn't a Rocket? Well just fuck his life, then. He can't just recall his Oricorio now - that'd be too obvious. Fabian has to bite his lower lip and think for a moment about what he says to his friend. ]

Yeah... so your gun, straight up? It's animals now, my dude.

[nightyorb]

[The bitten lip catches Riz's eye for a moment, but that is something they can maybe cycle back to later. There are bigger metaphorical fish to fry right now.]

If I wanted to fight with animals, I'd have taken levels in ranger.

[Riz rubs his face for a moment before holding out a small hand for that glorious coffee Fabian ordered for them. He needs his caffeine.]

Have you seen any of the others?

[Either the other bad kids. Or their hirelings. At this point, Riz'd even be happy to see Gilear!]

[battlesheet]

[ Levels...? God, Riz is such a nerd, isn't he? ]

No. At least not that I know.

You... ahem... I think everyone else would look a little different. But I'm me so...

[ Obviously all the other Bad Kids would flock to him if they were here!! ]

No. It's just you and me, The Ball.

Is this weasel thing your Pokemon?

[nightyorb]

Huh? Oh Yeah. Yeah. This is PI. He's something called a Yungoos?

[The Yungoos in question sits up, studying Fabian for a moment, before he chitters a greeting.]

I'll admit, I wasn't sure if I could trust him at first, considering-- [Riz gestures in a way that seems like it is meant to encompass this whole world] but he's actually been a good help.