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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...
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 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!
Somehow, in the midst of arriving in a strange new land, with no idea what's going on, Talia's strode, unknowingly, into the middle of gang territory, and there are currently a group of strange men and women glaring at her, surrounding her in fact.
"May I pass?" she tries, pushing all of her strength, everything that she's learnt from Ser Royland, from Roderik and Ethan, into her voice, and shifting her stance to show that weaponless or not, she is unafraid.
They seem to have no intention of allowing that, instead, breaking into questions about an item of some value that she is supposedly carrying, calling her a courier and the like. With no idea what they are speaking of, Talia's trying to remain firm and calm, but her resolve begins to break after several moments of this rather one sided conversation.
"I tell you, I have no idea what you are speaking of." And, she's being Asher's sister now, bold and unpredictable Asher, who lets no one stand in his way. "I have nothing to do with this, and wish to pass. Please." She adds, and in that 'please' is not so much a whine or plea or bratty childish demand as a request, from a lady of a noble house, to let her by and continue her business elsewhere. There is respect in it,what she can muster up, but she will also NOT be cowed. So Talia hopes at least.
The marketplace had too many people, but Lucy was hungry and the quieter parts of the city would be too difficult to steal money. She didn't need to skulk around or anything either; she just needed to walk around, browsing, while her invisible hands ventured off to grab the strange metal coins out of unguarded pockets, or to grab poorly watched goods off of tables.
She made sure not to get greedy; just enough to get by. After one run through the market she was sufficiently wealthy for a small meal at one of those restaurants, and more than overstimulated enough to seek out solitude.
That is, until she saw that dress there. She involuntarily reached out to touch the fabric. It was gorgeous and it even looked her size.
"Interested? Thirty Kedan for a pretty lady like you!" A compliment to hide that it was actually marked up, but Lucy had no way of knowing that.
"I don't have enough..." she muttered. A thought popped into her head. Kill him, take it for yourself. She was ashamed that the next thought was not 'no, that's wrong,' but 'there's too many people.'
"S-sorry." She turned to leave, lowering her red face behind her long hair.
::RADIO - Voice::
[ There's a voice on the radio. Young, feminine. Scared? ]
Does anyone else here have horns? Can anyone else... do things... with their mind?
Nevermind, forget it.
::WILDCARD::(CW: Violence/fighting)
[ Now you've done it. You've made Lucy mad. Or maybe you've just made her scared. Or maybe you've done nothing, and something else has triggered a relapse/panic attack. Either way you better be really powerful, really quick, astute and maybe durable (ideally all of the above) because a set of invisible hands are lashing out at you at supersonic speeds, fast enough to cut through stone and some metals.
[Keeliai's going to be treated to video of this man, looking like every single existing stereotype of a movie villain all rolled into one - or, more accurately, his pointy forehead, as he leans forward to fiddle with the dials.]
Is this thing on? Is it working?
[To top all the stereotypes off, he has a German accent. It sounds a little like this.]
This is ridiculously over-complicated. I can't believe it doesn't even have a remote control. Everything has a remote control these days. What am I supposed to do, lean forward every time I want to change the - oh, wait a minute. This light is blinking. Does that mean it's working?
[He looks up. His face brightens.]
It is! Perfect! Okay, okay. Hello, citizens of... Keeliai. My name is Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, and I am an evil genius. Oh, but not today! Today I'm here with a very simple request. I just want a building. A big, empty building. Ideally a tall big empty building, right in the middle of the city. If you're willing to sell to me, I'm a very reasonable man. I can almost guarantee that the building won't get blown up, or... struck by lightning. I don't know. Do you even have lightning here? Is that why you don't have remote controls?
It's the first day of his new life here in...wherever this place is. Doesn't matter. It's not home, and it's not where the elven bankers are waiting to collect on his student loans, with the exorbitant interest rates that don't necessarily involve percentages so much as years of his life.
Elves are weird.
And they're (hopefully) too far away to collect.
He's practically skipping as he makes his way down the street, eyes wide with wonder (and a little giddiness that comes from a taste of financial freedom, no lie, even if he is one broke wizarding asshole right now. Dire financial straights soon to be remedied, hopefully.) Walking backwards, head tilted back so he can have a look at unfamiliar skies, runs him right into some poor, unsuspecting humanoid - whom he hopes is not an elf. "Oh! Terribly sorry."
Look, just because I'm new here doesn't mean I can't tell what this is worth.
[It's not quite a lie. She's still figuring out things like currency and how to tell what sector she's in. But she knows cities, and tourists are always prime targets for fleecing, and while she can't do anything about being out of her depth, she can guess this is not worth as many juulan as the vendor is trying to charge her. Elizabeth firms up the set of her mouth and gives the man she's talking to something of a stern look.]
[The kedan does not look impressed, and indicates that the price is not going to change.]
All right, fine. [Know when to walk away.] I'll try somewhere else.
[The vendor fails to stop her with a more reasonable offer, as she was hoping. Clearly she needs practice. The result is a woman with an expression of moderate consternation, who has no idea where she's going but is walking as if she does, because there's not much else she can do.]
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[Elizabeth has spent much of the last three hours being exceptionally confused. This is not New York. Most of these people aren't human. She had thought her standards for weird were fairly high, after experiencing friendship with Mozzie, but apparently that wasn't even the half of it.]
[She doesn't know what a city like this could possibly want with her, but she has a feeling that it is probably, somehow, related to Neal. It usually is.]
[She's been sitting on the edge of a fountain for a little while, out of the way and trying to gather herself; now it's time to do something. One of the kedan she talked to first told her about a place called the Midnight Hotel, but she hasn't managed to get directions yet. Elizabeth watches the crowd, biting her lip and trying to pick out other "Foreigners" from kedan. Sometimes it's easy. Other times it's... less so. The first one she's sure about, though, she'll approach.]
Excuse me? I haven't been here long, and I was hoping you could give me directions.
[ There's a young adult standing in the middle of the street. Kind of an odd place, really, considering there seems to be some kirin galloping full tilt down the road! His hood lifts, pulls up over his head, and the golden rivets attached spread apart and begin to draw glowing lines in the air.
Maybe... maybe not such a good idea to be doing that in the middle of their path, bud...? ]
Three | wherever
[ So. There appears to be a book fair going on. Completely out of nowhere, but kedan are all the rage into some seriously bad, dime novel fiction and are trying to spread all the love. The raven-haired youth seems definitely into this block-wide yardsale. ]
Oh... This is a new one. These are all new. How much did you say these were again? Do I have enough...?
The turtle's new arrival is sitting half-slumped on the ground, and is not in a good way.
Daniel is liberally coated in what appears to be his own blood, his right sleeve is pushed up to reveal a new, angry brand mark on his wrist that looks like a sideways E, and his head is bobbing wearily as he mumbles to himself. It's the same two phrases, over and over, and the translation magic wavers in and out. "Ya amerikanets. Ya khochu advokata. I'm an American. I want a lawyer."
Gotta be honest, Amerika was freaking out. Not that you'd know it looking at him. Amerika was a perfect specimen of poise and badassery, glancing around as figments faded in and out of reality and the ground warped between different times and places like a kaleidescope. You learn quick how to hide what you're feeling on the streets, and Amerika had had years of practice.
He had a knife in hand (wishing he had a gun), ready to shank the first one of these diablos that came at him. Maybe it wouldn't do shit, but they'd know he wasn't no puto either way.
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The gang life if the life Amerika is most comfortable with; holding a 'job'? He didn't have the scraps for that. Back in LA places just didn't take chicanos with rap sheets, and it wasn't much better in Johannesburg. The gangster aesthetic seemed to be popular enough that it went international, which was just as well for Amerika, made it so his rep carried weight in places he'd never been before. The original gangster. Show 'em how to do it right.
Gangsters on the turtle were a different story. More like Yakuza than Rolling 30s. But respect was a language that went past cultural lines, and Amerika found a place for himself in the snakes easy enough. Low level, but he'd work his way up from there, probably. Not too high though, that was just asking for trouble.
This other foreigner, though? They didn't strike Amerika as someone that really 'fit' the lifestyle. He honestly wanted to know what they were doing trying to roll with an outfit like this, if only for their own good.
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Talia Forester| Game Of Thrones (Telltale) 4
"May I pass?" she tries, pushing all of her strength, everything that she's learnt from Ser Royland, from Roderik and Ethan, into her voice, and shifting her stance to show that weaponless or not, she is unafraid.
They seem to have no intention of allowing that, instead, breaking into questions about an item of some value that she is supposedly carrying, calling her a courier and the like. With no idea what they are speaking of, Talia's trying to remain firm and calm, but her resolve begins to break after several moments of this rather one sided conversation.
"I tell you, I have no idea what you are speaking of." And, she's being Asher's sister now, bold and unpredictable Asher, who lets no one stand in his way. "I have nothing to do with this, and wish to pass. Please." She adds, and in that 'please' is not so much a whine or plea or bratty childish demand as a request, from a lady of a noble house, to let her by and continue her business elsewhere. There is respect in it,what she can muster up, but she will also NOT be cowed. So Talia hopes at least.
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Lucy | Elfen Lied
The marketplace had too many people, but Lucy was hungry and the quieter parts of the city would be too difficult to steal money. She didn't need to skulk around or anything either; she just needed to walk around, browsing, while her invisible hands ventured off to grab the strange metal coins out of unguarded pockets, or to grab poorly watched goods off of tables.
She made sure not to get greedy; just enough to get by. After one run through the market she was sufficiently wealthy for a small meal at one of those restaurants, and more than overstimulated enough to seek out solitude.
That is, until she saw that dress there. She involuntarily reached out to touch the fabric. It was gorgeous and it even looked her size.
"Interested? Thirty Kedan for a pretty lady like you!" A compliment to hide that it was actually marked up, but Lucy had no way of knowing that.
"I don't have enough..." she muttered. A thought popped into her head. Kill him, take it for yourself. She was ashamed that the next thought was not 'no, that's wrong,' but 'there's too many people.'
"S-sorry." She turned to leave, lowering her red face behind her long hair.
::RADIO - Voice::
[ There's a voice on the radio. Young, feminine. Scared? ]
Does anyone else here have horns? Can anyone else... do things... with their mind?
Nevermind, forget it.
::WILDCARD:: (CW: Violence/fighting)
[ Now you've done it. You've made Lucy mad. Or maybe you've just made her scared. Or maybe you've done nothing, and something else has triggered a relapse/panic attack. Either way you better be really powerful, really quick, astute and maybe durable (ideally all of the above) because a set of invisible hands are lashing out at you at supersonic speeds, fast enough to cut through stone and some metals.
Better get out of her 4 meter killzone quick! ]
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Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz | Phineas and Ferb | you're not the boss of me
[Keeliai's going to be treated to video of this man, looking like every single existing stereotype of a movie villain all rolled into one - or, more accurately, his pointy forehead, as he leans forward to fiddle with the dials.]
Is this thing on? Is it working?
[To top all the stereotypes off, he has a German accent. It sounds a little like this.]
This is ridiculously over-complicated. I can't believe it doesn't even have a remote control. Everything has a remote control these days. What am I supposed to do, lean forward every time I want to change the - oh, wait a minute. This light is blinking. Does that mean it's working?
[He looks up. His face brightens.]
It is! Perfect! Okay, okay. Hello, citizens of... Keeliai. My name is Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, and I am an evil genius. Oh, but not today! Today I'm here with a very simple request. I just want a building. A big, empty building. Ideally a tall big empty building, right in the middle of the city. If you're willing to sell to me, I'm a very reasonable man. I can almost guarantee that the building won't get blown up, or... struck by lightning. I don't know. Do you even have lightning here? Is that why you don't have remote controls?
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Steven Quartz Universe | Steven Universe | OPTION 5
There's a kid, short, black, thick curly hair, kinda tubby, in a pink shirt with a yellow star on it.
And he's tugging on your coat, shirt, or whatever's in reach.
"Uh, excuse me?" He asks, politely. "Could you... tell me where I am? I'm... kinda lost."
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Wallace Everett, Wizard | Original Character
Elves are weird.
And they're (hopefully) too far away to collect.
He's practically skipping as he makes his way down the street, eyes wide with wonder (and a little giddiness that comes from a taste of financial freedom, no lie, even if he is one broke wizarding asshole right now. Dire financial straights soon to be remedied, hopefully.) Walking backwards, head tilted back so he can have a look at unfamiliar skies, runs him right into some poor, unsuspecting humanoid - whom he hopes is not an elf. "Oh! Terribly sorry."
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Elizabeth Burke | White Collar | hold on to your hats, voicetesting
Look, just because I'm new here doesn't mean I can't tell what this is worth.
[It's not quite a lie. She's still figuring out things like currency and how to tell what sector she's in. But she knows cities, and tourists are always prime targets for fleecing, and while she can't do anything about being out of her depth, she can guess this is not worth as many juulan as the vendor is trying to charge her. Elizabeth firms up the set of her mouth and gives the man she's talking to something of a stern look.]
[The kedan does not look impressed, and indicates that the price is not going to change.]
All right, fine. [Know when to walk away.] I'll try somewhere else.
[The vendor fails to stop her with a more reasonable offer, as she was hoping. Clearly she needs practice. The result is a woman with an expression of moderate consternation, who has no idea where she's going but is walking as if she does, because there's not much else she can do.]
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five | water sector
[Elizabeth has spent much of the last three hours being exceptionally confused. This is not New York. Most of these people aren't human. She had thought her standards for weird were fairly high, after experiencing friendship with Mozzie, but apparently that wasn't even the half of it.]
[She doesn't know what a city like this could possibly want with her, but she has a feeling that it is probably, somehow, related to Neal. It usually is.]
[She's been sitting on the edge of a fountain for a little while, out of the way and trying to gather herself; now it's time to do something. One of the kedan she talked to first told her about a place called the Midnight Hotel, but she hasn't managed to get directions yet. Elizabeth watches the crowd, biting her lip and trying to pick out other "Foreigners" from kedan. Sometimes it's easy. Other times it's... less so. The first one she's sure about, though, she'll approach.]
Excuse me? I haven't been here long, and I was hoping you could give me directions.
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[ There's a young adult standing in the middle of the street. Kind of an odd place, really, considering there seems to be some kirin galloping full tilt down the road! His hood lifts, pulls up over his head, and the golden rivets attached spread apart and begin to draw glowing lines in the air.
Maybe... maybe not such a good idea to be doing that in the middle of their path, bud...? ]
Three | wherever
[ So. There appears to be a book fair going on. Completely out of nowhere, but kedan are all the rage into some seriously bad, dime novel fiction and are trying to spread all the love. The raven-haired youth seems definitely into this block-wide yardsale. ]
Oh... This is a new one. These are all new. How much did you say these were again? Do I have enough...?
Three!
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two. defs.
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Daniel Kinney | OC | alex no
Daniel is liberally coated in what appears to be his own blood, his right sleeve is pushed up to reveal a new, angry brand mark on his wrist that looks like a sideways E, and his head is bobbing wearily as he mumbles to himself. It's the same two phrases, over and over, and the translation magic wavers in and out. "Ya amerikanets. Ya khochu advokata. I'm an American. I want a lawyer."
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sorry Valdis I just bring in all the blood-soaked idiots. It's kinda my thing.
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THUMBS OF FURY
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I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I NEARLY SHOUTED WHEN I SAW THIS TAG
GOOD :)
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why hallo thar
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Amerika (Yankee) | Chappie
3 Dreaming
Gotta be honest, Amerika was freaking out. Not that you'd know it looking at him. Amerika was a perfect specimen of poise and badassery, glancing around as figments faded in and out of reality and the ground warped between different times and places like a kaleidescope. You learn quick how to hide what you're feeling on the streets, and Amerika had had years of practice.
He had a knife in hand (wishing he had a gun), ready to shank the first one of these diablos that came at him. Maybe it wouldn't do shit, but they'd know he wasn't no puto either way.
4 Undercover (except not really)
The gang life if the life Amerika is most comfortable with; holding a 'job'? He didn't have the scraps for that. Back in LA places just didn't take chicanos with rap sheets, and it wasn't much better in Johannesburg. The gangster aesthetic seemed to be popular enough that it went international, which was just as well for Amerika, made it so his rep carried weight in places he'd never been before. The original gangster. Show 'em how to do it right.
Gangsters on the turtle were a different story. More like Yakuza than Rolling 30s. But respect was a language that went past cultural lines, and Amerika found a place for himself in the snakes easy enough. Low level, but he'd work his way up from there, probably. Not too high though, that was just asking for trouble.
This other foreigner, though? They didn't strike Amerika as someone that really 'fit' the lifestyle. He honestly wanted to know what they were doing trying to roll with an outfit like this, if only for their own good.
"Hey, vato, what's your story?"
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