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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 disappears again, so make it count. Hopefully you're not the type to daydream about terrible things befalling people you don't like...
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2 - She couldn't tell you how it happened. Couldn't tell you what started it. The wrong placement of a foot, the flutter of a ribbon at the wrong moment?
All she can tell you is that the kirin suddenly rolled its eyes, the white lolling into view, and reared, sending its startled handler stumbling back -- back, back, into a pile of baskets. Birds screech, go flying . . . and suddenly the area is a chaos of feathers and kedan yelps and the wild keen of the kirin.
She only has time to take two steps back -- one, two -- and the kirin surges, its startlement escalated into a froth of alarm. She doesn't think, can't think -- just whirls, twists, darting through kedan and stalls with the creature after her.
It's not her day. Not at all.
5 - There's a girl (woman?) kneeling at the turtle head -- a lone, straight-backed figure staring out at the water, her skirt fanned around her. A breeze stirs her hair and the ribbons at her heck, fluttering against . . . what appears to be a gem, embedded into her back.
She is also blue. Very blue. Both her skin and hair are rich with the color, nearly as deep as the water beyond.
As the kirin begins to chase her down an alley, suddenly a wall of glittering ice springs into existence from one building wall to the other, blocking the creature's path. A second forms behind it, trapping it in like a corral and cutting off its pursuit. A white-haired teen lands near Lapis, holding his hands up to calm her. "Hey, are you okay?"
The kedan reach the outer ice wall and, seeing the kirin trapped, hurry to find ropes and its tack to get it back under control.
"Worst thing you can do is run from them," Jack says ruefully, offering Lapis a wry grin, because he knows she couldn't have known that. "Makes them more excited, or something. I guess they like the chase, since they spend most of their days pulling carts."
Run. The thought presses into her brain. Run. Her insides twist into a knot of dread, the hoofbeats pounding behind her, each strike of the foot against the earth like an impact in her own mind.
Fly. She needs to fly, but there's no space; she can't get enough room . . .
Then, suddenly, the boy landing in front of her, hands outstretched.
Lapis gasps, startles like a kirin herself, eyes enormous, feet scrambling to twist, to stop. She only just manages not to run into him headlong, sliding and skidding, poised and braced in the dust like a bird just a moment before flight. For a moment his words are just a scatter, nonsensical; she takes a moment to parse them, sort through them into any semblance of meaning.
Safe?
. . . Is she safe?
She twists back over her shoulder to stare at the ice wall and the kirin rearing in agitation behind it. Her eyes whisk back to Jack, still wide, questioning, as though silently asking him to affirm before standing down red alert.
"No! Stop!" The older Kedan shopkeeper says as one of his displays crashes to the floor. Another Kedan holds him against the wall.
"Whoops! Slipped!" Azula says, watching shards of delicate china scatter and roll across the floor. She gestured her head at another display case, and another Snake that was with her went towards it.
"Please!" The Kedan begged. The noise was audible outside, but two more snakes stood out in the doorway, discouraging anyone from investigating further.
Azula gestured at the other Kedan to pause.
"Is that the sound of a lesson being learned?" Azula asked.
"Yes! Yes! I'll have the juulan tomorrow!" he said frantically.
3. As It Should Be
The avatar was dead - shot right through the back while in the avatar state after having executed Fire Lord Ozai. Zuko was a grieving zombie that Fire Lord Azula kept around as an amusing Jester in her court. She reveled in her high seat of power, which overlooked the world, having completely conquered the northern water tribe and keeping Ba Sing Se in her pocket with the use of the Dai Li.
Everything was as it should be.
Who was this approaching her throne? She was in a jovial mood. She might not order they be tortured for her viewing pleasure.
It was the noise that drew her attention, but the sight of the Snakes guarding the door that caused her to head over.
"Hello, gentlemen," she said with a winning smile, right before she punched one in the face, breaking his nose and kicked the other into the wall, and he slumped to the ground unconscious. Then she waltzed into the china shop like she owned it, just in time to hear the shopkeeper's frantic agreement.
"Now, now," Valdis said, not even bothering to reach for any of her weapons, "If you break all his goods, how is he supposed to pay you?"
{2} "Ah-" This is why no one should wear long capes, and floor length robes into crowded cities. To be fair, it wasn't like Sion had anything else to wear, but here the young king was, staring at a mess from where he's sprawled on the ground.
The end of his cape being fairly dirty indicates why he's there, but that isn't important. More important is that this mess is coming towards him.
"I thought I was done with this!" Sion gathers up his robe in a way that really looks like a lady gathering up her skirts, tries to grab hold of his cape at the same time and wedge more of it about the arm it normally covers, and starts running.
{3} It starts silly. Sion has nothing to do, which is very unusual, so he was daydreaming about things that normally occupy his time.
"Eh?" He yelps as a stack of paper, about half his height, appears next to him on the ground. Yes, that is what he normally does. "It's following me here?" But he is already reaching in his sleeve for a pen, because he has these things stashed on him, because something familiar is good, right?
Wait... A closer look, and the paperwork is already done. Done paperwork... Well, that's always better than new paperwork.
... What does he do after he's done with the paperwork? Whump, two stacks of new paperwork appear. ".... hahahhaa, maybe they are right, and I over work myself..."
1. There's a man in the marketplace, slight frown on his face as he looks from vendor to vendor, pausing here and there before moving on down the path. By all accounts he seems to be looking for something specific, but finding it is proving a difficult feat. His manner is relaxed, but his appearance states otherwise. Blood marks his clothes and face and the sword at his side shows signs of a recent... stabbing.
Eventually he stops, if only because one of the Kedan is pointing at his clothes and muttering something or other to his coworker. Asher can't help but smirk, holding his arms out to show himself off and draw a deeper scowl from the Kedan. "Oh come now," Asher says. "A little blood never killed anyone."
He pauses a moment, amused by his own words. "Well, that might be a bit of an understatement but you know what I mean."
After all, it's not hurting anyone. Not anymore.
5. From within one of the bars in the fire sector, raised voices and banter can be heard. In the corner of the bar a rowdy group has gathered, a scruffy looking blonde man at it's center with three others at the table with him. Atop the table, amidst the mugs of liquor, are four cups overturned.
"Place your bets, gents," declares the blonde, a devilish grin pulling at his lips with the words. It's a grin short lived, the lone woman at the table kicking him beneath the table and scowling his way. "And lady!" he adds quickly, chuckling and shooting the woman a wink.
Coins are set down from each player, a small sum but one that might amount to something over time. All eyes then turn to Asher. "Five fives," he states, his amusement only growing at the looks he receives from both his fellow players and those watching.
"Rarely did it." One of the other browsers among the wares agrees, unable to have kept from snorting at the comment. Arno has experience with that sort of thing, after all. All in a day's work and such.
"Kills a pile of francs, or juulan or whatever money you've got, in laundress fees, certainment, but even so..."
Having someone agree catches him off guard and Asher looks to Arno to grin in return. The man folds his arms and chuckles. "That's true enough, though I've found it's possible to get the worst done without having to pay for it."
Being a charming gent is one of his many skills, after all. Especially when there's something to gain from it. Besides, it's not like he ever asked for things to be done for free. He's just popular with certain people.
Of course, by the state of his clothes in that moment, that popularity has long since run dry.
Oh ho, what's this now? All this ruckus grabs Hawke's attention. Weird as this place might be it definitely has an interesting air to it. It's enough to keep him from dwelling on the fact that he has no idea where he is. As long as he's here why not have a little fun? Besides, after the mess back home this seems like a great way to lay low.
With absolute confidence, Hawke takes a seat across from Asher and drops some coins onto the table. "Deal me in. I want in on this." Sure he has absolutely now idea how to play the game but that's not about to stop him.
It's interesting to have a new player join the game, more so when it's one with a beard as fantastic as that. Asher sits back in his seat, grinning as Hawke joins in with the game only to burst out laughing a second later when the man asks what they're doing.
"Oh I like you," Asher grins. "Liar's Dice. Ever heard of it?"
Shay isn't one for gambling too much, not unless he had a reason to... at least, not when he's this sober. Still, it doesn't stop him watching with a keen eye from his position at the bar.
The game runner had a cockiness in his actions that reminded Shay of his younger self... quite a bit, actually. It was unnerving, a tad, but he shrugs it off, placing a few more juulan down on the bar for another drink, his attention going back to Asher.
The drinks are flowing, the company is decent, the game is entertaining and Asher has a heavy pocket of coins that he didn't have when he walked in here. The day is a good one, and strange as this place is, Asher is content.
Or at least he was content. Shay hasn't gone unnoticed, no matter how relaxed Asher still seems to be. A combination of a youth filled with battles and brawls combined with a good five years in Yunkai have trained Asher to never let his guard down.
Of course, it's possible the stranger is just curious about the game, and with Asher at it's helm, there's no reason for the attention not to be on him. If that's the case, then all the more reason for Asher to catch Shay's gaze and give the man a nod. It's an invitation to join him if he wants it to be, a simple 'hello, yes, I see you,' otherwise.
It was still hard to grasp the idea that this place he'd found himself in was resting on the back of some giant beast. Many times over Haytham had scoffed at what he'd been told about it all, thought those explaining everything to him to be a bit slow in the head. Nothing of that sort was possible; it was merely a children's story.
And yet, standing at the turtle's head, Haytham found himself reeling as everything became much more real.
When he'd first reached his destination along the walkways, the Templar had been thrown off by what he was seeing, torn between feeling as though he'd been drugged or that perhaps he was dreaming. It had taken the better part of a half hour for him to come to terms with it and now, standing there staring out over the water, Haytham was trying to come to terms with the fact that he was a long way from home. Not that he hadn't realized that before; no, he wasn't that deluded.
But now it weighed heavy on his shoulders and he found himself wanting nothing more than to wake up from this rather uncomfortable dream.
That voice is all too familiar to him and he turns to face the younger man, momentary surprise on his face.
"Shay."
He's quick to school his expression, arms going behind his back as he takes in the other, gaze sweeping over him before settling on his face as the grand master frowns slightly.
"And here I was beginning to think I was alone in this forsaken place."
Peggy knew that if she was going to be able to learn more about her surroundings, one o the best place to go for information was a marketplace. As she browsed, she found a few things that she couldn't resist. A bouquet of flowers that reminded her of happier times back in England and some fruit that she was curious to try. Eventually, she found a stall full of bright colored fabrics and a hat that was trimmed with crimson ribbons that were the perfect shade of red.
She might be moving away from the patriotic colors that had been common in her wardrobe but the hat was irresistible. Even if she was slowly moving forward, that didn't mean she couldn't indulge in a few frivolities when red had always been her favorite color. "How much is this?"
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This was not how Peggy had anticipated spending the afternoon. Bad enough to chase after a thief in a city she knew but to chase someone through the streets of a place where she was a newcomer was nearly impossible. Or would be if she lost sight of the thief. At least there was nothing significantly valuable in her purse. But even without the possibility of losing a weapon or something more important, she wasn't going to back down and lose something from home to some thug who had decided she was easy prey.
Dodging between people who seemed to have a sixth sense for getting in her path, Peggy called out apologies, hoping that she didn't collide with anyone before she managed to catch the thief.
Luckily for Peggy, the thief, in his desperate dash to get away, ended up running smack into someone else. The other man was shoved out of the way, only to round on the fleeing man, freeing a staff from the holster on his back and making a thrusting sort of motion towards him. In the next moment the air around the thief cools, slowing him down, and in another he's frozen almost solid. He walked the few steps to close the distance between them.
"That was both extremely rude, and extremely stupid. And what's this?" He cracked the ice around the man's hand, plucking Peggy's purse from his grip, ignoring his muffled protests. "Ah, well that answers the question of why you were running at least."
Peggy was certain that the thief was going to escape. Perhaps if she knew the streets better she would have a chance but at this time, she was at a disadvantage. At lest she had been until the purse snatcher collided with someone and...
Stumbling to a halt, she stared as the air around the thief seemed to break a few of the natural laws and he seems... frozen.
Taking in the strange sight, she pushed aside her shock to focus on the person who had retrieved her bag. "That's mine. Thank you for -" Freezing someone? That didn't sound quite right even if it was true. "-your assistance." Looking at the protesting thief, she couldn't help asking, "What exactly did you do to him?"
"It's barely worth half that," Tony interjects with a snort when the kedan merchant quotes a price. The man puts on a show of being offended, but before he can jump into a spiel about the quality of his wares, Tony turns to the woman and says in a stage whisper, "He can tell you're new, that's why he thinks he can get away with overcharging you. Don't give him more than five juulan, or you're being ripped off."
The merchant looks indignant, and Tony gives him a good-natured grin. Ah, the joys of haggling. It had taken Tony ages to pick up the skill (mostly because he'd grown up too rich to have developed any reasonable sense of how much things are actually worth).
Haggling over prices might not be something Peggy is accustomed to but she has spent years dealing with uncooperative individuals who were trying to take advantage. Looking over at the young man, her lips quirk in a hint of a smile before taking up the argument. "Five? Isn't that a bit much? Two stalls down I saw one with purple trim and they only wanted three."
The price is probably too low but she could keep the prices bouncing back and forth until the mentioned five was agreed upon. Or, perhaps she could get it for less. Eventually she merchant offers a price that seems reasonable and Peggy agrees. When she has the hat, the kedan's attention focuses on another potential customer. Peggy turns toward Tony to give him a smile. "Thank you for the help. Prices are one of the things you don't pick up quickly in places like this."
After Steve disappeared, Howard felt like he'd lost a part of himself. It was more than just the fact that he'd helped Erskine with Steve's procedure. Steve wasn't some creature that he'd helped make like a damn Frankenstein. He'd thought of Steve like, well, a friend. Steve was a good man, one that they didn't make them like anymore. Others saw Captain America, the hero. He just saw Steve, the man.
After a year of searching for the plane and their frozen soldier, Howard had given up. It wasn't by choice. If he had his way, he would have kept looking. At least, until someone decided to frame him. Other than Jarvis and Peggy, Howard had nobody in his corner. He couldn't really blame people. It wasn't like he let anyone in. Even Jarvis and Peggy didn't know it all, but they knew the most. Trying to find the people fencing his work had been what seemed like an insurmountable task, but one he was willing to take up head on.
He had to. He couldn't let people do terrible things with his work. That was his job. It was a case of what would Steve do.
So, when Howard woke up, feeling disoriented and confused, he should have been more surprised than he was. Sitting up, he rubbed the back of his head, wondering if he'd been hit by something. Or someone. Thankfully, it was late enough that he didn't need his sunglasses. After shaking off the dizzy feeling and taking a walk around the area, Howard found himself in a place he knew best.
The bar. Now, if only he could get himself a drink.
Tony doesn't spend a lot of time in Keeliai's bars, for a couple reasons. One, they're all kedan-owned and there aren't usually a lot of foreigners hanging around to talk with, and, two, the occasional foreigners don't tend to be from his social circle anyway. Also, he's discovered that Extremis makes him pretty much immune to anything except the very focused application of very hard liquor. It seems kind of silly to pay extra for drinks that don't have any more effect on him than fizzy water.
But he does stop by Korra's old place sometimes, just for nostalgia's sake. They still have good bar snacks. He happens to be passing by this evening, and decides that he could go for a little something to eat and a quick drink. He steps inside, glances around the room— and stops dead in the doorway.
He blinks, and stares harder, seriously wondering if his glitchy soul gem is giving him hallucinations. The face of the man at the bar is familiar. Very familiar. A couple decades too young, but unmistakably...
The first thing that Howard noticed was that this bar was not like any other bar he'd been in. They didn't seem to want him there, till he offered to pay very well. Even still, he didn't try to charm anyone, preferring to just drink his sake and observe. Just the fact that they had sake made him wonder where he was. And the snacks weren't bad.
His head tilted to the side and he turns around, raising an eyebrow at the young man in front of him. "Dad? I think you got the wrong guy, kid. I..." His voice trailed off and he looked at him. He couldn't explain it, but the kid looked like he did when he was younger. Not a twin, but there were likenesses that he recognized, remembered from growing up with his dad. Not that there were many pictures, but they had one or two.
It was more than that, too. Waking up somewhere strange. Not being sure where he is. Now, there's a kid calling him dad? "What's your name?"
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Lapis Lazuli | Steven Universe
All she can tell you is that the kirin suddenly rolled its eyes, the white lolling into view, and reared, sending its startled handler stumbling back -- back, back, into a pile of baskets. Birds screech, go flying . . . and suddenly the area is a chaos of feathers and kedan yelps and the wild keen of the kirin.
She only has time to take two steps back -- one, two -- and the kirin surges, its startlement escalated into a froth of alarm. She doesn't think, can't think -- just whirls, twists, darting through kedan and stalls with the creature after her.
It's not her day. Not at all.
5 - There's a girl (woman?) kneeling at the turtle head -- a lone, straight-backed figure staring out at the water, her skirt fanned around her. A breeze stirs her hair and the ribbons at her heck, fluttering against . . . what appears to be a gem, embedded into her back.
She is also blue. Very blue. Both her skin and hair are rich with the color, nearly as deep as the water beyond.
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The kedan reach the outer ice wall and, seeing the kirin trapped, hurry to find ropes and its tack to get it back under control.
"Worst thing you can do is run from them," Jack says ruefully, offering Lapis a wry grin, because he knows she couldn't have known that. "Makes them more excited, or something. I guess they like the chase, since they spend most of their days pulling carts."
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Fly. She needs to fly, but there's no space; she can't get enough room . . .
Then, suddenly, the boy landing in front of her, hands outstretched.
Lapis gasps, startles like a kirin herself, eyes enormous, feet scrambling to twist, to stop. She only just manages not to run into him headlong, sliding and skidding, poised and braced in the dust like a bird just a moment before flight. For a moment his words are just a scatter, nonsensical; she takes a moment to parse them, sort through them into any semblance of meaning.
Safe?
. . . Is she safe?
She twists back over her shoulder to stare at the ice wall and the kirin rearing in agitation behind it. Her eyes whisk back to Jack, still wide, questioning, as though silently asking him to affirm before standing down red alert.
(whoops sorry, I was away from tags for a week)
(It's fine -- welcome back!)
ty! and gah, Lapis is so cute
Thank you! <3 I'm loving playing her.
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Azula | Avatar the Last Airbender
CRASH.
"No! Stop!" The older Kedan shopkeeper says as one of his displays crashes to the floor. Another Kedan holds him against the wall.
"Whoops! Slipped!" Azula says, watching shards of delicate china scatter and roll across the floor. She gestured her head at another display case, and another Snake that was with her went towards it.
"Please!" The Kedan begged. The noise was audible outside, but two more snakes stood out in the doorway, discouraging anyone from investigating further.
Azula gestured at the other Kedan to pause.
"Is that the sound of a lesson being learned?" Azula asked.
"Yes! Yes! I'll have the juulan tomorrow!" he said frantically.
3. As It Should Be
The avatar was dead - shot right through the back while in the avatar state after having executed Fire Lord Ozai. Zuko was a grieving zombie that Fire Lord Azula kept around as an amusing Jester in her court. She reveled in her high seat of power, which overlooked the world, having completely conquered the northern water tribe and keeping Ba Sing Se in her pocket with the use of the Dai Li.
Everything was as it should be.
Who was this approaching her throne? She was in a jovial mood. She might not order they be tortured for her viewing pleasure.
5. Anything you can think of!
1. For Your Protection
"Hello, gentlemen," she said with a winning smile, right before she punched one in the face, breaking his nose and kicked the other into the wall, and he slumped to the ground unconscious. Then she waltzed into the china shop like she owned it, just in time to hear the shopkeeper's frantic agreement.
"Now, now," Valdis said, not even bothering to reach for any of her weapons, "If you break all his goods, how is he supposed to pay you?"
sorry for delay
"I'm going to assume telling you 'move along' will get us nowhere," she said.
No worries
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Sorry, You caught her in a sassy mood
Azula is perpetually set to sassy
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Sion Astal | The Legend of the Legendary Heroes
The end of his cape being fairly dirty indicates why he's there, but that isn't important. More important is that this mess is coming towards him.
"I thought I was done with this!" Sion gathers up his robe in a way that really looks like a lady gathering up her skirts, tries to grab hold of his cape at the same time and wedge more of it about the arm it normally covers, and starts running.
{3} It starts silly. Sion has nothing to do, which is very unusual, so he was daydreaming about things that normally occupy his time.
"Eh?" He yelps as a stack of paper, about half his height, appears next to him on the ground. Yes, that is what he normally does. "It's following me here?" But he is already reaching in his sleeve for a pen, because he has these things stashed on him, because something familiar is good, right?
Wait... A closer look, and the paperwork is already done. Done paperwork... Well, that's always better than new paperwork.
... What does he do after he's done with the paperwork? Whump, two stacks of new paperwork appear. ".... hahahhaa, maybe they are right, and I over work myself..."
Asher Forrester | Game of Thrones (Telltale)
There's a man in the marketplace, slight frown on his face as he looks from vendor to vendor, pausing here and there before moving on down the path. By all accounts he seems to be looking for something specific, but finding it is proving a difficult feat. His manner is relaxed, but his appearance states otherwise. Blood marks his clothes and face and the sword at his side shows signs of a recent... stabbing.
Eventually he stops, if only because one of the Kedan is pointing at his clothes and muttering something or other to his coworker. Asher can't help but smirk, holding his arms out to show himself off and draw a deeper scowl from the Kedan. "Oh come now," Asher says. "A little blood never killed anyone."
He pauses a moment, amused by his own words. "Well, that might be a bit of an understatement but you know what I mean."
After all, it's not hurting anyone. Not anymore.
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From within one of the bars in the fire sector, raised voices and banter can be heard. In the corner of the bar a rowdy group has gathered, a scruffy looking blonde man at it's center with three others at the table with him. Atop the table, amidst the mugs of liquor, are four cups overturned.
"Place your bets, gents," declares the blonde, a devilish grin pulling at his lips with the words. It's a grin short lived, the lone woman at the table kicking him beneath the table and scowling his way. "And lady!" he adds quickly, chuckling and shooting the woman a wink.
Coins are set down from each player, a small sum but one that might amount to something over time. All eyes then turn to Asher. "Five fives," he states, his amusement only growing at the looks he receives from both his fellow players and those watching.
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"Kills a pile of francs, or juulan or whatever money you've got, in laundress fees, certainment, but even so..."
He can't help grinning.
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Being a charming gent is one of his many skills, after all. Especially when there's something to gain from it. Besides, it's not like he ever asked for things to be done for free. He's just popular with certain people.
Of course, by the state of his clothes in that moment, that popularity has long since run dry.
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With absolute confidence, Hawke takes a seat across from Asher and drops some coins onto the table. "Deal me in. I want in on this." Sure he has absolutely now idea how to play the game but that's not about to stop him.
"So who wants to tell me what I'm doing?"
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"Oh I like you," Asher grins. "Liar's Dice. Ever heard of it?"
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The game runner had a cockiness in his actions that reminded Shay of his younger self... quite a bit, actually. It was unnerving, a tad, but he shrugs it off, placing a few more juulan down on the bar for another drink, his attention going back to Asher.
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Or at least he was content. Shay hasn't gone unnoticed, no matter how relaxed Asher still seems to be. A combination of a youth filled with battles and brawls combined with a good five years in Yunkai have trained Asher to never let his guard down.
Of course, it's possible the stranger is just curious about the game, and with Asher at it's helm, there's no reason for the attention not to be on him. If that's the case, then all the more reason for Asher to catch Shay's gaze and give the man a nod. It's an invitation to join him if he wants it to be, a simple 'hello, yes, I see you,' otherwise.
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Haytham Kenway | AC: Rogue
It was still hard to grasp the idea that this place he'd found himself in was resting on the back of some giant beast. Many times over Haytham had scoffed at what he'd been told about it all, thought those explaining everything to him to be a bit slow in the head. Nothing of that sort was possible; it was merely a children's story.
And yet, standing at the turtle's head, Haytham found himself reeling as everything became much more real.
When he'd first reached his destination along the walkways, the Templar had been thrown off by what he was seeing, torn between feeling as though he'd been drugged or that perhaps he was dreaming. It had taken the better part of a half hour for him to come to terms with it and now, standing there staring out over the water, Haytham was trying to come to terms with the fact that he was a long way from home. Not that he hadn't realized that before; no, he wasn't that deluded.
But now it weighed heavy on his shoulders and he found himself wanting nothing more than to wake up from this rather uncomfortable dream.
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There'll be a very familiar, very, very confused voice behind you, Haytham. Incredibly confused.
And, yet, standing there will be Shay Patrick Cormac. And he'll be staring right at you, Grand Master Kenway.
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"Shay."
He's quick to school his expression, arms going behind his back as he takes in the other, gaze sweeping over him before settling on his face as the grand master frowns slightly.
"And here I was beginning to think I was alone in this forsaken place."
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Peggy Carter | MCU
Peggy knew that if she was going to be able to learn more about her surroundings, one o the best place to go for information was a marketplace. As she browsed, she found a few things that she couldn't resist. A bouquet of flowers that reminded her of happier times back in England and some fruit that she was curious to try. Eventually, she found a stall full of bright colored fabrics and a hat that was trimmed with crimson ribbons that were the perfect shade of red.
She might be moving away from the patriotic colors that had been common in her wardrobe but the hat was irresistible. Even if she was slowly moving forward, that didn't mean she couldn't indulge in a few frivolities when red had always been her favorite color. "How much is this?"
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This was not how Peggy had anticipated spending the afternoon. Bad enough to chase after a thief in a city she knew but to chase someone through the streets of a place where she was a newcomer was nearly impossible. Or would be if she lost sight of the thief. At least there was nothing significantly valuable in her purse. But even without the possibility of losing a weapon or something more important, she wasn't going to back down and lose something from home to some thug who had decided she was easy prey.
Dodging between people who seemed to have a sixth sense for getting in her path, Peggy called out apologies, hoping that she didn't collide with anyone before she managed to catch the thief.
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"That was both extremely rude, and extremely stupid. And what's this?" He cracked the ice around the man's hand, plucking Peggy's purse from his grip, ignoring his muffled protests. "Ah, well that answers the question of why you were running at least."
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Stumbling to a halt, she stared as the air around the thief seemed to break a few of the natural laws and he seems... frozen.
Taking in the strange sight, she pushed aside her shock to focus on the person who had retrieved her bag. "That's mine. Thank you for -" Freezing someone? That didn't sound quite right even if it was true. "-your assistance." Looking at the protesting thief, she couldn't help asking, "What exactly did you do to him?"
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The merchant looks indignant, and Tony gives him a good-natured grin. Ah, the joys of haggling. It had taken Tony ages to pick up the skill (mostly because he'd grown up too rich to have developed any reasonable sense of how much things are actually worth).
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The price is probably too low but she could keep the prices bouncing back and forth until the mentioned five was agreed upon. Or, perhaps she could get it for less. Eventually she merchant offers a price that seems reasonable and Peggy agrees. When she has the hat, the kedan's attention focuses on another potential customer. Peggy turns toward Tony to give him a smile. "Thank you for the help. Prices are one of the things you don't pick up quickly in places like this."
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Howard Stark | MCU | 5
After a year of searching for the plane and their frozen soldier, Howard had given up. It wasn't by choice. If he had his way, he would have kept looking. At least, until someone decided to frame him. Other than Jarvis and Peggy, Howard had nobody in his corner. He couldn't really blame people. It wasn't like he let anyone in. Even Jarvis and Peggy didn't know it all, but they knew the most. Trying to find the people fencing his work had been what seemed like an insurmountable task, but one he was willing to take up head on.
He had to. He couldn't let people do terrible things with his work. That was his job. It was a case of what would Steve do.
So, when Howard woke up, feeling disoriented and confused, he should have been more surprised than he was. Sitting up, he rubbed the back of his head, wondering if he'd been hit by something. Or someone. Thankfully, it was late enough that he didn't need his sunglasses. After shaking off the dizzy feeling and taking a walk around the area, Howard found himself in a place he knew best.
The bar. Now, if only he could get himself a drink.
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But he does stop by Korra's old place sometimes, just for nostalgia's sake. They still have good bar snacks. He happens to be passing by this evening, and decides that he could go for a little something to eat and a quick drink. He steps inside, glances around the room— and stops dead in the doorway.
He blinks, and stares harder, seriously wondering if his glitchy soul gem is giving him hallucinations. The face of the man at the bar is familiar. Very familiar. A couple decades too young, but unmistakably...
"Dad?" he blurts out, before he can stop himself.
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His head tilted to the side and he turns around, raising an eyebrow at the young man in front of him. "Dad? I think you got the wrong guy, kid. I..." His voice trailed off and he looked at him. He couldn't explain it, but the kid looked like he did when he was younger. Not a twin, but there were likenesses that he recognized, remembered from growing up with his dad. Not that there were many pictures, but they had one or two.
It was more than that, too. Waking up somewhere strange. Not being sure where he is. Now, there's a kid calling him dad? "What's your name?"
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