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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_ooc2015-06-22 02:10 am
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Test Drive Meme | July 2015


TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!
Itching to try out writing a character? Then rev up your engines, grab your accounts, and slam your way into this meme! Here is a venue for you to try out whatever character there might be tickling your fancy, from fandom to OC, for as few as one and as many as MANY. Seriously, there's no limit.

How do you partake in this fantastic congregation of character testing? Why, by following these simple steps:
    → Comment with the journal of a character you want to test; put their name and canon in the subject line for added sparkles.
    → Tag around with everyone!
    → Profit like you live on a the back of a turtle!
    → Maybe even RESERVE so you CAN live on the back of a turtle!
But wait, there's more! For the low, low price of $9,999.99, you can even use one of our handy prompts when you tag someone. You could even pick one with a Random Number Generator to help decide which prompt to go with!
  1. 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!

  2. 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...?

  3. 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...

  4. 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.

  5. 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 can also be 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!
echooflife: (pic#9263932)

Rhys | Tales from the Borderlands | 2 for 300, Bob.

[personal profile] echooflife 2015-06-22 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[One minute, Rhys is flying out the back of a caravan as it pelts over the desert away from a bandit racetrack. The next, he's slamming into the side of what he later decides isn't actually a bull, but which very much feels like a bull while he's slamming into it. And he's no longer in the desert; he's in some kind of city. And the roar of the caravan's engine has been replaced by the chatter of a market crowd.

To say he's confused is kind of an understatement.

The not-really-a-bull swings around, snorting angrily at Rhys. Rhys has seen too many movies not to know exactly how this is going to end. Slowly - very, very slowly - he gets to his feet, the bare striped sock on his right foot squelching into what he really hopes is just a puddle.]


Good horse - bull - uh, thing. Nice horse bull thing.
Edited 2015-06-22 06:49 (UTC)
arewefriends: (Default)

[personal profile] arewefriends 2015-06-22 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey you! No, the blank-faced primitive hominid behind you. Yes, you!

[ Patricia Tannis appears on Rhys' arm interface. ]

When you get away from that cow, come see me. I have a job for you.

[ She uploads a map of Keeliai to Rhys' system and adds a helpful Placemark in the Metal district. ]

Also you should probably start running.
echooflife: (pic#9263909)

[personal profile] echooflife 2015-06-22 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, good, he's still getting echo calls from total strangers. Things can't have changed too much.

The timing could have been a little better, though.]


Cow? [He looks up at the horse bull thing.] That's a cow? Really? I think it looks more like a -

[Whatever it is, it launches forward, and with a yelp Rhys stumbles into a run. Thankfully, he stumbles into a run in the right direction - that is to say, away from the bull horse thing. Cow. Whatever.]

Just so you know, your warnings are terrible!
arewefriends: (bitchface)

[personal profile] arewefriends 2015-06-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
You're alive, aren't you? I'd say the warning worked exactly as expected then! I don't have time to develop a quantitative value standard for statements of imposing danger just so I can explain to your pea brain how completely adequate my warning was. I'm very busy and its honestly just rude of you to assume I have that much free time.

[ A beat. ]

Anyway, I need you to find a Kedan and hit him on the head, preferably with something very heavy.

A specific Kedan, that is.

I mean, I have no problem if you just start whacking Kedan on the head indiscriminately (most of them probably have it coming) but for the purposes of this job you just need to whack one on the head. Very hard.
echooflife: (pic#9263907)

[personal profile] echooflife 2015-06-23 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[That's totally insane and makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

At least that probably means he's still on Pandora.]


What? [Rhys dodges around a corner and sends a group of people ahead of him scattering. One of them shouts something after him, but Rhys doesn't stop to find out what, and a moment later the shouts turn to startled screams.] I'm not going to hit someone on the head just because you're telling me to! I don't even know who you are!

[Seriously, who would do whatever shady job got mentioned on the ECHOnet by complete strangers? That's just... that's just bad time management.]
arewefriends: (intense)

[personal profile] arewefriends 2015-06-23 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, come on, please?? I'll make it worth your while!!

[ Let's see, what does she have for a reward? She doesn't have too many guns left - she probably should have been a bit more judicious in her bartering - maybe that piece of pseudo-chocolate wasn't worth giving away that orange maliwan assault rifle?? ]

Yes, you can have this- what is this? No, wait that's a piece of scrag jerky, you don't want that. Do you? Actually nevermind its mine you can't have it.

[ She had fond memories of living for a month just on the horrible, retching taste of that scag. Well. Memories of it. ]

Oh, maybe you want this piece of Eridium? I don't know what I'd do with it here.

Would it help if I told you that he was a murderer? And a thief?

[ It's not true, but maybe it'll help. ]
dadroid: (headlock)

Baymax - Marvel 616

[personal profile] dadroid 2015-06-24 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
                2-ish

[ Even in human guise, Baymax is an imposing figure -- well over six feet tall, and a frame designed to look like solid muscle. He's a frightening figure, right down to the scowl on his face, and it's a good deterrent for crooks and muggers who might be otherwise stupid enough to try and harass him.

It's also bad news for any low-lifes who happen to catch his attention. True, this wasn't Japan, but Baymax took a certain level of pride in his status as a superhero these days -- and with that status came a certain responsibility. Home turf or not, protecting people was his duty.

Which was why when he heard a commotion from a nearby alleyway, he took it upon himself to check it out personally. Two muggers were chasing someone into a dead end alley, laughing and taunting as they raised their small weapons with intent to hurt. Baymax approached from behind them, quiet and unassuming, and at first glance anyone might assume that this monster of a man was part of the gang.

However, when he reached up and yanked them both back by their shirt collars, it became clear that he was most certainly not on their side. ]


That's enough, I think.

[ Effortlessly holding the two thugs well off the ground, he looks up at their intended victim at the back of the alley. ]

Are you all right?

                orrr Wildcard - write your own starter c:
Edited 2015-06-24 02:32 (UTC)
looksfine: (pic#5546346)

so I thought it would be interesting if these two met....

[personal profile] looksfine 2015-06-24 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Aya was...also not human. In fact, her physical form wasn't even based off that of a human female, despite many often making that erroneous assumption at first glance.]

[What she was, on the other hand, was quite interested in the display before her. The thugs that had been following her for some time? She had been perfectly content with the idea of leaving them be, until their more hostile intentions were made known. Clearly unaware just how out-powered they were. They attempted to corner her in a back alleyway, where she had been seconds from activating her abilities--]

[But never got the chance. Because another individual--a very tall individual, towering more than a foot above her petite frame--had taken it upon himself to take action.]


I am fine. [Her construct brows were slightly raised in surprise.] They could not have harmed me, even if they wanted to.
dadroid: (profile)

well it wouldn't be the first time we started CR like that!

[personal profile] dadroid 2015-06-24 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She was very, very clearly not a human. Green skin could mean many things where he came from, but there was definitely a robotic quality to her, and his own wireless capabilities were picking up some kind of passive signal from her -- not one he immediately recognizes, but that was hardly necessary right then. If she bothered to check, she may also Baymax himself was reaching out to find similar signals in the area, as well.

He nodded in understanding, still nonchalantly holding the thugs in midair as they flailed and uselessly grazed their blades along his unscathed arms. He bowed as he spoke again, taking his two captives down and back up with him.]


My apologies. I hardly meant to intrude if you'd already planned to deal with them.

I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the local law enforcement. Is there a proper procedure for turning these young men in? I'd prefer not to let them loose again to potentially target someone else.
Edited 2015-06-24 03:17 (UTC)
looksfine: (Looking Up)

true that

[personal profile] looksfine 2015-06-24 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Full system scans were utilized only when it was deemed necessary. Not the ideal way to make a first impression, particularly on someone who was demonstrating themselves to be an ally.]

[Still, there was a certain manner to him. His speech. His movements. Strength wasn't even a factor, as she had seen Kilowog perform far greater feats of strength, even without his Ring.]


It is of little concern. You need not apologize for volunteering assistance.

And I do not believe they will immediately locate a new target, now that they have been made aware of our combined presence. This, in addition to the fact that they have technically committed no crime we were witness to, suggests that the current logical solution would--in fact--be to release them.
dadroid: (papa wolf)

[personal profile] dadroid 2015-06-24 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Fair enough.

[And with that, he dropped them rather unceremoniously, taking little interest as they quickly scurried away and out of the alley.]

It's good to see you're all right, even if my intervention wasn't necessary.

Are AIs a common target for such attacks?
looksfine: (Where are you going?)

[personal profile] looksfine 2015-06-24 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[It had been so long since an individual had not erroneously assumed she was inorganic, Aya was almost surprised. Almost, but not entirely, for it had always been rather obvious to those from her universe of origin. A single glance had been all it took for the Star Sapphires, for example, to recognize her as a robot.]

They are not. [We are not, should have been a more accurate term, though Aya struggled with the technical accuracy of continuing to refer to herself as Artificial ever since learning about her Organic nature.] But that is primarily because there are few Artificial Intelligences residing in the city.

For a notable duration of time, I was the only one.
echooflife: (pic#9263910)

[personal profile] echooflife 2015-06-25 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[What is scrag jerky?

You know what, never mind. He doesn't want to know.]


Not really, no! [Which is... sort of a lie. It does help. It means Rhys doesn't have a problem with the guy being whacked over the head. It doesn't mean he wants to be the one to do it. His grand ambition is to reach a position where he can hire people to do that kind of thing for him.

Eridium, though? That's worth something. Vault keys were supposed to have a lot of eridium in them. Maybe Rhys can do something with that, just as soon as he figures out where he is and what happened to Vaughn and the others.]


Uh... [Thinking. He's thinking. And running. Can't forget the running.] Wait a minute, I need to - woah! [Thaaaaaat was a sharp corner. Ow. He might have cut the foot missing a shoe. Ow.]
arewefriends: (bitchface)

[personal profile] arewefriends 2015-06-25 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, are you alright there??

[ Tannis didn't want to have to find another schlub - that is, valued helper - to do her dirty work for her. ]

Look, how about this. You find me a list of spare parts and then I can just build a robot that will hit him on the head, how does that sound?
raptorblue: (chatter)

Blue | Jurassic World | Spoilers for the end of the film | no one stopped me

[personal profile] raptorblue 2015-06-25 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
There's quite a commotion going down in the marketplace, an uproar having emerged in a section of the open-air shops. Indeed, there's something of a small-scale panic happening, with several of Keeliai's inhabitants having been hurried away to be treated for some rather painful punctures on arms or legs. The cause of said injuries can be found in the middle of a few now-deserted textile stalls, the owners having decided rather wisely to give the incredibly stressed Velociraptor antirrhopus as much space as she demands.

Blue is scared. She doesn't know why she is here, how she got here, where here is. It's wrong, it's all wrong, there are too many smells, too many sounds, too many sights, all of them unfamiliar and strange. What's worse, though, is what's missing. The scent of the Alpha, familiar even in how he smells of prey yet isn't, the tang of blood from the battle against the White One, the smells of her sisters - they are not there, but they were, a moment ago. Everything changed suddenly, swiftly, and upsettingly.

She caws for her packmates, stopping to hiss a warning at any who dare approach her - she's bitten several braver souls already, and feinted at even more. At least one stall has been wrecked entirely in her frenzy, finely colored cloths strewn all over and shredded on sickle-like claws, and Blue has knocked several other goods to the ground. Every now and then her calls take a pause when she tries to bite off the strange band around her forepaw, the one of metal and set with a single stone. It's loose enough that it offers no constriction to her wrist, but not enough so that it can slip off.

It's just another frustration, another stressor, and after the umpteenth attempt to remove the offending object (numbers are meaningless to her), Blue lets the bangle drop from her teeth and finally screeches her fear-anger at it.

Her guard is lowered for the moment, and anyone brave (or stupid) enough to approach her won't be rushed.

[OOC: I WAS ENCOURAGED BY NUMEROUS PARTIES]
navynotnavajo: (on me)

[personal profile] navynotnavajo 2015-06-25 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily for Blue there's someone nearby that might be able to shine through the confusion just a bit... Maybe. If he wasn't so damn confused himself.

Wandering through the city in a bit of a daze, Owen Grady can't help but think this is all a dream. He has a dull headache, the result of coming down off the sheer adrenaline rush these past few days have been, and, honestly, he thinks this is all some hallucination brought on by stress.

He's still dressed the same; dirty clothes, mud-and-blood splattered, hair messed up. Kedan are avoiding him, because, come on... who wouldn't?

And then he hears the noise. Pertinent over the sound of commotion. It's a familiar noise, one that snaps Owen out of whatever daze he's in.

"Blue...?" Another caw, and that's just confirmation. He's going to start running, reaching the marketplace, and... there she is. There's a group slowly approaching her, looking like they're going to try and grab the critter.

"Hey! Stay back!" He calls out, pushing forward, moving around to get into the raptor's sightline. "Blue! Hey... Over here..."
raptorblue: (stare)

this reply brought to you by sleep deprivation and waiting for final projects to slowly upload

[personal profile] raptorblue 2015-06-25 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The approaching group catches her attention first, and Blue immediately drops low, backing away from the greater numbers and hissing loudly. One or two alone she would rush, but she recognizes a larger pack when she sees one, and though normally she'd be content to issue a challenge to groups like this, they smell wrong and she doesn't know them. She's tense, confused, panicked, and when another figure suddenly emerges in her field of view, solitary and alone and speaking in a voice she would instantly recognize were she not so distraught.

How dare this one ignore her threats? He is alone, unlike the others, and she will drive him off. Her posture remains low, but now it’s poised for the rush. She gives a single shriek before surging forward. He will know to respect her, to fear her, this familiar man with his words and speaking to her and the scent and she’s charging her Alpha oh no.

A raptor’s attempt to reverse her direction mid-charge is not a graceful sight under normal circumstances, and when said raptor’s distress has left quite a bit of fabric strewn about just waiting for the chance to tangle up claws trying to stop, the whole affair is rather comical. For onlookers, at least. Possibly not so much for Owen Grady, who has the misfortune of being directly in the path of 300 lbs of indignantly squawking dinosaur that has just tripped herself up in an effort to not bowl over the man who guides her pack.
navynotnavajo: (wtf)

[personal profile] navynotnavajo 2015-06-25 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Owen was backing up, aiming to start sprinting when Blue lowers to charge him. He has his escape plan all sorted... when he notices something change in the raptor's expression.

Recognition.

So, instead of weaving away, Owen Grady, Raptor Trainer extraordinaire, is backing up, noticing that she can't stop.

"No, no, no... No!"

And a loud crash as a heavy-set ex-Navy man is bowled over by a large dinosaur.
risingwinds: (But I swear I wasn't looking at 'em!)

Ventus | Kingdom Hearts | wildcard

[personal profile] risingwinds 2015-06-29 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[So, this is new. When the Star Shard sent Ven away, he really wasn't sure where he'd end up, so imagine his surprise when he wound up in a big, bustling city with lots of strange people and lots of strange creatures and excitement unfolding all around him.

It's a bit confusing, actually, but that might be because the only crowds he's used to are those of the more monstrous variety, but he's darting about with wide, starry eyes, with a clunky armored pauldron, waist guard, metal boots, crisscrossing straps with a heart-shaped pendant, and a jacket that looks like it was made from two totally different tops.

But as exciting as this all is, experience has taught him that there's probably some kinda trouble lurking in the shadows.Before he gets too caught up in his exploration, he decides to take a slightly more cautious route.

So don't be surprised if this blond-haired intercepts you while you're milling about.]


Hey, wait up!

[Mostly, he just wants to make sure the Unversed aren't causing trouble. The where he is/what he's doing part's not quite as important as that, and he's just happy to have a chance to make some new friends.]
peacefullywreathed: (don't taint this ground)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2015-06-30 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Solomon is less 'milling about' and more 'trying to figure out where he took a wrong turn', because the cobbles don't feel right under his feet and these particular smells definitely aren't right for the street down which he should have gone. He must have gotten carried up in the crowd; damn it. It still happened, sometimes, when he wasn't using his shadow-aura to guide him, and he was trying not to do so in public. It made the kedan uneasy.

[At the sound of the boyish voice Solomon turns, his gaze sweeping sightlessly over Ventus's head mostly because it's, well, sightless. The small thin scars on his face, around his eyes, are difficult to see, but are evidence of the injury responsible.]

Yes?

[His brow furrows. He doesn't recognise the voice.]

To whom am I speaking?
risingwinds: (scritch scritch scritch)

[personal profile] risingwinds 2015-07-01 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes him a moment to catch on, if only because he's not used to seeing people who, well, can't see. He leans forward a little, taking note of the scars, but soon cracks a broad smile, gesturing at himself as he speaks.]

Ventus, but you can call me Ven!

[He pauses. On one hand, he's still gotta ask about the Unversed, on the other hand, manners are important, and he can't just call this guy "you" or "mister!"]

What about you? Feels kinda silly to start asking stuff when I don't know your name.
peacefullywreathed: (tread careful one step at a time)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2015-07-01 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Really? I'm used to it.

[It's said very dryly, leaving it up to Ventus whether or not Solomon means that most people he's met are rude, they don't bother to ask because he's rude, or something else entirely. Admittedly, an instant exchange of names in his world is foolish at best and disastrous at worst, so he's been finding himself irritated by the propensity of late.

[So he doesn't, notably, answer. Most of the kedan know him as 'the shadow man', when they don't know his name. Most wouldn't pick him out of a crowd as someone to interrupt. Therefore ...]

I don't recognise your voice and you don't know me, so you're likely new. You'd like to know where you are, what's happening, and optionally whether some danger or another you were recently fighting is a present threat.

[Is it just him, or is Ventus rattling when he moves? Armour? Honest to God plate armour? Well then.]
risingwinds: (Could you repeat that?)

[personal profile] risingwinds 2015-07-04 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.

Ven deflates a little when he doesn't give his name. Was he in a bad mood? Maybe he really was busy. Drat. Most people he meets aren't so blunt.

But even if he is blunt, how quickly he catches on makes Ven pause for a second. He gapes, blinking, because, whoa. He took the words right out his mouth!]


Er... are you some kinda psychic? I was mostly gonna ask about the Unversed, but if they're not here...

[Well, that changes a lot! He could ask about his friends, maybe. Could they be here, too?]
peacefullywreathed: (of life so incomplete)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2015-07-04 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, the days when Solomon could make teenagers think he's psychic. The question makes him smile an amused smile, more a quirk of his mouth.]

No. Just observant, and logical.

[But he's not going to explain his reasoning, because where would be the fun in that? It's not often he gets to meet a new Foreigner before everyone else has already filled them in. He just shrugs instead.]

Never heard of them, so they probably aren't. There's nothing in particular trying to destroy the city this month, or if there is they're doing it subtly enough that I haven't heard about it--which, I assure you, is quite the feat. As for the rest, you're in another dimension, in a city called Keeliai, which is on the back of a continental-sized turtle. Welcome to the soap opera, do enjoy your stay.
risingwinds: (But I swear I wasn't looking at 'em!)

[personal profile] risingwinds 2015-07-04 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He folds his arms, cocking his head to the side. That's... interesting. He got that it was another world, but with the way Solomon's talking, it's almost as if he should expect danger. Eventually, anyway. And that's just weird. How can he be so calm about it?

He was about to ask, but there's something about what he said that catches Ven's attention and sends his train of thought flying off the rails.]


Huh? But what's a soap opera?

[He thought operas were some kinda stage show. What's the soap for?

Sadly, the deeper meaning's kinda lost to him. This is what happens when you're a sheltered kid whose daily life centers around fighting with magic keys.]
peacefullywreathed: (cos you seem like an orchard of mines)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2015-07-04 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
They're like dramatic plays, but instead of soles everyone wears wet soap on the bottom of their shoes.

[It's said promptly and without any kind of indication that Solomon is joking.]
cagefight: (pic#8729805)

korra, legend of | 1 or wildcard me!

[personal profile] cagefight 2015-07-05 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it isn't the biggest issue at hand, exactly. yes, the gloves will be extremely useful for both the cold and protecting her knuckles if she so happens to find herself in more forceful trouble, but in the grander scheme of things it shouldn't be important.

and yet, here lies korra, playing tug of war with some stranger and (very visibly) becoming more and more frustrated as each minute goes by. finally she lets out a loud huff, releases her grip on the gloves and instead balls her hands into fists. ]


Don't you get it, I need this- [ she bursts out - and okay maybe she's overcompensating for the whole "i arrived on the back of a giant turtle and maybe i'm not taking it so well" but the psychology of the matter isn't stopping korra from ticking closer to the danger zone. ] -and, I was here first!

[ she half shouts the last word, and as she does a small flame bursts into appearance in her right hand. someone should...probably intervene before she accidentally burns something down. ]
wolfstrike: (hand on hip)

[personal profile] wolfstrike 2015-07-05 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yuri just happened to be passing by when he noticed someone making a scene. Normally he wouldn't get involved, but one of them seemed to be foreigner, one he hasn't seen before, getting into a literally heated argument with a Kedan. This doesn't look like it'll end well.

Thus Korra will find a sheathed sword placed between her and the indignant looking Kedan.]


"Whoa, hold on there tiger. Let's play nice."
hamanyet: (serious)

Hiro Takachiho | Marvel 616

[personal profile] hamanyet 2015-07-08 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
1. haggling

What do you mean, the last time I was here? I've never seen you before in my life! I only just got here today!

[ Normally Hiro wouldn't be so rude to a stranger -- especially someone he's trying to haggle with. But he's spent this entire conversation talking in circles with this shopkeeper and he's swiftly losing his patience. ]

Look, I'm telling you, this is all that I have, and it's a reasonable price. I just want to buy this toolkit! Why are you making this so difficult?


2. chase

[ Hiro's not sure what he did to make those guys so angry -- he couldn't have done anything! He's never met the before! Regardless, they seemed ready to take some kind of grudge out on him and Hiro really wasn't too keen on sticking around to find out why.

He darts down the street, lithe frame and years of experience making it easy to dart through the crowd with ease. Still, he stumbles once, crashing face-first into someone and sending them both tumbling to the ground. Hiro scrambles to his feet, bowing quickly at the stranger in a frantic apology. ]


Sorry -- sorry! I didn't mean to, I just -- uh --

[ His eyes darted to the crowd. Were they still after him? ]


5. wildcard

[ Hiro's managed to scrounge up a book of blank pages for himself. He sits hunched over at an outdoor table at a cafe somewhere, furiously writing as he chows down on a pork bun with his free hand. It's a train of thought mess as he tries to work out his frustrations in the slowest way possible but it'll do for now. It's somewhere between a journal entry and a log of the mishmash of technology he's spotted here so far, along with half-finished ideas in the margins of what he could possibly do with it all.

His glasses fog and Hiro lifts his head, setting down his pen and letting the bun hang from his mouth as takes them off to wipe the lenses on his shirt, his face plainly visible to any passers-by. ]
risingwinds: (Could you repeat that?)

[personal profile] risingwinds 2015-07-08 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
But wouldn't that make 'em slip?

[Yes, he believes this, because he's seen worlds with aliens and talking ducks and little men with bushy beards.

His face crinkles up as he imagines this, and he scratches his head. How weird...]
peacefullywreathed: (of life so incomplete)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2015-07-10 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
The idea is not to.

[Solomon's demeanour is one of airy amusement, as if the amusement is directed at the soap operas, rather than at Ventus.]

Have you any other questions, or are you just particularly interested in the finer details of dramatic theatre?

Roll - Archie's Megaman - 5ish. IM RUSTY ;_;

[personal profile] helperbot 2015-07-18 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Even though it was a new place with unfamiliar things, Roll wasn't one to panic. Keeping a leel head was important in situations like this! She'd have to gather information and figure out where she was, where everyone else was, and what had happened in her absence back home.

It was a big task, for sure.

The little blonde bot wandered the streets with a trusty broom in her fists as she gave sweeping looks to the area around her. Once she came across someone new, she'd tap them on the shoulder with a polite "Excuse me!"
makesright: (i gave you hands a child's face)

bweee sorry for late ily crim

[personal profile] makesright 2015-07-19 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Thomas's eyes widened when he saw that broom sticking up from the crowd. Carefully he wove through the crowd, eyes locked on those bristles and heading for them as quickly as he could. When he finally reached the tiny hands clutching the handle, his eyes lit up as he touched her shoulder.

"Roll! Roll, sweetheart! You're here!"

[personal profile] helperbot 2015-07-19 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dr. Light!" Roll didn't even hesitate when she heard that voice. She trotted in his direction and stopped just short of her familiar father and creator. "Dr. Light, where are we?"