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Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace! Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtle shell!
Dramatic Chase Sequence! You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children! One way or another, you can't stop, and much like a katamari ball, you feel obligated to grab everyone in your path along the way to keep them out of danger! Or perhaps you're more the sort to try and knock them into it as a distraction...?
Where There's A Will, There's A...? The Life and Dreaming Planes have been merged, and sometimes what start out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! Though it may only stay for a short while before it disppears again, so make it count. Hopefully you're not the type to daydream about terrible things befalling people you don't like...
SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE! The three major kedan families all have their own agendas, and you've chosen to entangle yourselves with one (or more!) of them. Are you hoping to shift the balance of power? Gain some favours? Perhaps you're on a mission to bring a criminal to justice, or maybe you just want to get the cream of the crop from the black market.
WILDCARD! Go nuts. Suddenly your character is fighting dragons! Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean! Do you really feel the need to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Please note, Wildcard options are also what you can choose to do if you aren't yet comfortable in the Tu Shanshu setting and would prefer a more 'dear-mun'-esque experience. Please specify in your post!
[Shepard is altercating with a Kedan in the Earth district markets]
Its pretty obvious that you're overcharging me.
[The Kedan is indignant, and insists that their prices are fair, but that even if their prices weren't fair (which they are), as a foreigner, Shepard had no right to complain. Shepard takes exception to the Kedan's tone, and grabs them by the ear, pulling until they are leaning painfully over their table, arms flailing, and knocking a few objects off. If Shepard notices the stares of neighboring stalls and passersby, she doesn't show it.]
Tell you what, Kedan - I'm not a big fan of haggling, so here's my final offer. Two Juulan and your ear back. Sound fair?
2) Don't Worry I'm a Spectre
[Shepard is still pretty ragged after fighting through hordes of aliens, climbing the citadel half-dead, and then leaping to what turned out not to be her death. A night of rest was good, but the next step is to get her omni-tool running again. This building looks like a lab of some sort, they might have something vaguely advanced enough to make some repairs. A Kedan at the door asks what business Shepard has at Stark Labs]
None of yours.
[She shoves past the stupefied Kedan and heads down the hallway looking for the facilities. The Kedan flags another down and tells them to inform Zanru.]
3) Shore Leave
[Shepard is relaxing as best she can in a bar. It's a poor substitute for Omega - the music is calm and relaxing, when what she wants is loud and obnoxious. As it is, she's left with her thoughts, and she doens't like it.]
4) Tell Me About Your Culture
[You look hot and/or interesting, and Shepard has decided that you are worth approaching and maybe flirting with. She's a brusk, but not without her charm.]
5) Choose Your Own Adventure
[Shepard has a habit of nosing in on other people's business]
What the heck was going on here? He had been testing a brand new 3D game system when suddenly, he'd found himself in this place. This was not right! This was not what he had programmed! Someone must have messed with his coding, or this was one hell of a glitch.
Needless, to say, the tall young man that stromped through the center of Keelai was not a happy camper. His white coat billowing behind him as he walked, a scowl on his face as he went. So far he had yet to find the mechanism to end the program. Annoying. He was not amused.
Blue Eyes White Jerkface
Since he was stuck here, Kaiba decided to test and see if his duel disk was at least still functional.
It was.
Anyone nearby would see a huge, glimmering white dragon appear out of nowhere and roar. Sending several screaming Kedan running for their lives. Since they were all fake anyway, Seto just ignored them as he tested other features of his device.
If someone had a keen eye, they would notice the tiny holo emitters just feet away from the dragon summoning tyrant.
Anything Else!
Feel free to run into this jerk wherever you like!
[Shepard might not be noticing the stares or the whispers or the kedan hurrying away from the marketplace in pairs, but Garrus sure is. He follows them to their origin, sees someone being attacked, and reacts; the attacking woman gets sent stumbling away from the stall, and Garrus puts himself between them, facing her.]
I'm not having a good day. If you don't have a really good reason for this, I suggest you walk the other way.
[The courtyard was relatively quiet up until a shout from down one of the alleys sent people scattering.
Look out! Wild kirin!
In Garrus's experience, 'wild' never precedes anything good. No one ever shouts look out, wild pack of fluffy and cuddly pijacks. So he immediately draws his rifle, aiming to kill or at least cripple the large animal before it can hurt anyone.]
B)
[Out in the farmlands, Garrus is leaning on a fence, watching a flock of bird-like animals wander around pecking in the dirt.
Is this what chickens look like?
[They match the description Vega gave him, but honestly, Garrus would have thought a staple of the human diet would be more... impressive.]
Can't you do anything else? Fight, or sneeze, or... make a noise?
[He hesitates, then sighs.]
I'm talking to animals. I need to get home before I go completely native.
[There weren't too many people who could get the drop on Shepard like that, but she recovered quickly. Seeing Garrus, on the other hand, was a bit more overwhelming.]
Garrus?
[She rushes forward to grab the convenient handhold that his fishbowl collar provides and pull him into a kiss.]
[Garrus doesn't get more of an opportunity to try and work out why his girlfriend's voice is coming from a woman he's pretty sure he's never met before, because in typical Shepard fashion, she doesn't give him any time to think, let alone react. An awkward two seconds later, he finds his foresight enough to push her away.]
Wait. This doesn't make any sense. You don't... [Not that he wasn't enjoying that, but.] Are you sure you're Shepard?
"They actually can fight," Shepard said, coming up behind Garrus. "They just only fight things smaller than them."
She gave him a bit of distance, sensitive to the fact that the Shepard he remembered was not quite the same as the Shepard she was.
"And the males make a very distinct sound, but only in the morning. We had a chicken roost on our farm on Mindoir, including one very loud rooster. I recall throwing a few rocks in its direction on a couple of occasions."
[Hup! and there's a smallish probably-human girl perching on the fence nearby, giving his external monologue a really curious look.]
You... know they're not gonna talk back, right?
[She scratches her cheek, tugs on one of the feathers in her hair. After a bit, having long since learned her lesson about giving confused people the benefit of the doubt:] I think that's pretty much just what they do. Kinda boring, huh? But I guess food doesn't have to be interesting.
At least chocobos you can ride. [And Rikku gives the chickens a look like they've betrayed her by being several times too small for that.]
[Shepard gives Garrus a playful shrug - it's still a hard shove, but it was probably obvious that it was playful, at least to the Garrus that Shepard knows]
No, I'm the other Spectre that saved the galaxy from a race of machine gods.
[At least, she hoped she saved it. She hadn't exactly been around for the fallout of that]
I mean, I hope I did. Are the Reapers- Wait, how did you get here?
[Shepard figured that the Conduit must have tricked her, and that instead of dying, she'd been teleported elsewhere. Or it hadn't tricked her - and this was the other side.]
Garrus listened without turning around. It was stupid, he knew, but only having her voice and footfalls to go by made it feel more like she was Shepard, and not... whatever she actually was, especially when she mentioned the farm on Mindoir.
"I guess you can call that intelligence," he mused. "Or just plain bullying. They look like they're kept in separate cages, though. When do they ever get the opportunity to fight something smaller than they are?"
[Theoretically, yes, but Garrus has made the mistake of assuming a giant sentient plant wasn't going to talk back either. Nothing would really surprise him these days.
He watches the young girl for a bit before replying.] Chocobos? Can't say I'm familiar with them, either.
The moment she heard the screams, Aqua had summoned her keyblade and sprinted towards the cries, mind racing to guess what had caused such panic.
Unversed? The shadowy monsters of the Realm of Darkness? Something else?
Something else it was, she saw soon enough: a large dragon, shining and ferocious. She hadn't seen anything like it before, but she wasn't going to let it cause any of the kedan harm. Such was her focus on the great beast that she failed to notice the young man standing nearby, seemingly uncaring of the danger he was in.
Aqua leapt forward into a surge to close the distance and draw the dragon's attention, a ring of lightning surrounding her. The first strike would bring its focus onto her, and then she would retreat and begin casting, keeping it occupied while the kedan escaped.
At least, that was the plan. A plan that completely fell apart as she passed through the dragon in her attack, coming to a baffled stop on the other side of the immaterial creature.
"Caged chickens are pretty much a different animal. With Earth's food needs, they cram them in cages and pump them full of corn and growth hormones. Take them out of the cage and they can barely walk. Good for protein and calories and not much else.
"Free-range chickens are penned in with chicken wire, eat insects, mostly. Strap a blade to their leg, rile them up, and set them up against another chicken and it makes for a good show, and good gambling. Those kind of fights are illegal in most places, though. Have been for decades on Earth. You still see it in some of the newer colonies, where there's fewer animal rights activists or Systems Alliance soldiers who give a damn."
Talking about Mindoir was bittersweet. Did this Garrus even know what happened there? Did her Garrus know?
They're birds, silly. [Not unkindly, but, y'know, weren't they just talking about birds?]
They don't really fly, though. I mean, they can glide if they get a bit of a start, they jump okay, but mostly they just run. Some people race 'em, or use them to pull things... y'know. [What do you expect a beast of burden to do? Rikku stretches up a bit, waves a hand in the air to indicate about how big they get.] Usually yellow, way fluffy.
[She gives him a sidelong curious look. Not the weirdest guy she's seen, but definitely nothing from Spira.] Well, what are you familiar with? ...Besides chickens.
See, that's what I always thought chickens were. Big, and yellow, and I think I remember someone mentioning it breathed fire.
[Spending money on keeping an animal just to eat it later seems like a waste. Birds big enough to serve as labour, on the other hand? That made sense. Work an animal until it died, then eat the remains later. No waste, no loss.
Garrus gestures up into the sky.] Up there, mostly. Well, in a different reality, I guess, but you know what I mean. [Hopefully.]
[That didn't make any sense. She'd looked fine this morning - maybe she didn't look her best because it was hard to find good mascara in Tu Shanshu, but she'd be surprised if Garrus even noticed that kind of subtle difference]
I did, I reached the conduit, and activated it. Garrus - how did you get here?
Gambling. Of course. Garrus wanted to believe the desire to strap knives onto anything capable of walking and betting on the results was a purely human thing, but he'd seen too much in the galaxy to be that naive.
How was it any fun, though? The birds barely came up to Shepard's knees.
"They make noises," he said, gesturing to one of the chickens. It had just started clucking, seemingly for no reason. "That's new. What do they taste like, aside from everything in the galaxy?"
A moment later, Garrus turned around. "Damn it. I was never any good at small talk. What is this, Shepard? Are we any closer to figuring out what the hell is going on?"
[Dryly. Seriously, he doesn't have a clue. One second, he was on the Normandy, forced to remain behind while Shepard ran right at the giant Reaper shooting at them. The next, he was here, and Shepard had a different face. A different colour.]
If you pressed the button labeled 'Kill All Reapers', I think we should ask for our money back.
There actually was one of those, but I pushed a different button.
[Garrus probably would have disapproved of the button she pushed. She imagined most people would have objected to the idea of being joined with the Reapers, of mixing aliens and the AI they feared so much.]
[But what form did Synthesis take? Was whatever was happening - Shepard's or Garrus's memories - a side effect of Synthesis? What else could it be?]
She took a step forward, then another, tentatively reaching out her hand to his face, hoping he didn't retreat from it.
"Maybe the conduit brought us here, maybe we're dead. Maybe a wizard brought us here to fight a demon that doesn't exist anymore. Either way, there's no Reapers, there's no Saren. There's just us."
No. But I don't see the Normandy either. Or Joker. Or the shuttle. Or Earth. All I see is a planet I've never heard of, and a race of people who look human, but can change their appearances to look like anything they want.
Garrus would have been lying if he'd tried to claim there weren't one or two fantasies which ended exactly like this, but fantasies were fantasies for a reason. Sure, there weren't any Reapers, but neither was there Tali, or Liara, or the rest of the Normandy's crew. There wasn't anything they'd been fighting so hard to save. Retiring to some paradise planet in the middle of a happy galaxy to find out what their offspring would look like was one thing; being dragged away before they could discover if the fight was even worth it? It didn't sit right.
Nothing was sitting right. Garrus didn't retreat from Shepard's outstretched hand because it was the one thing which still made any sense to him.
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