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→ 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!
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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? Anything goes!
Simon had had no reason to believe that the necklace he'd found on him was harmless- indeed, vital to his existence here. This could still be an Alliance trap of some sort, and he wasn't going to trust anything his abductors had given him.
However, he was soon beginning to regret leaving it behind. The further he explored this strange new place, the dizzier he felt. And there was pain in his joints- unnatural pain, given how healthy he tended to keep himself. And there was the tiredness. He finally had to admit that perhaps he'd been mistaken and should keep the necklace on him after all.
However, he'd left it at the base of a market stall, and since they all looked identical to him- and were all staffed by merchants eager to get his business- he was beginning to feel like this was a hopless exercise. The hounding of the merchants was beginning to strain his usual politeness, as well.
((ooc: Can do prose or brackets, just start whichever you'd prefer!))
Wildcard - Ambushed!
[He's been in the city for a couple of days now, long enough at least to get over the initial fog of confusion and fear. Confusion for obvious reason, and fear because one doesn't necessarily see seven foot tall spiked people in Thedas every day. Usually when one sees someone like that, it's because they're staring at a demon--and those sorts of people are all over the place in the city. All shapes and sizes. For a whole city to be infested....
But he's been to the Welcome Center, and he has, more or less, come to grips with the idea that he's not standing in the center of a city full of demons. Which leaves him only to worry over the fact that he's not back at Skyhold, attending his duties. And even if this nonsense about not losing time back in Thedas proves true... what is he supposed to do with himself here in Keeliai?
He's going a bit mad, is what he's doing. He's used to being busy more hours of the day than the day technically possesses. So he's wandering the streets currently, trying to learn the lay of the land and more or less wasting time. Wasting time. What an absurd notion.
Which is when he manages to skirt a little too near to a business with only a red paper lantern out front to distinguish it, and he's instantly surrounded by kedan, both men and women. They coo, they beckon, and some of them flat out reach out to touch the armor, the fluffy pauldrons. It's Halamshiral all over again.
"Looking for some company? You seem so lonely...."
"Why not come with me? I could use a--"]
Please, I--
No, I don't--
[He's trying to extricate himself, and he's being so polite, but he's blushing fiercely now that he's realized he's somehow found the local brothel. Please come save the knight in shining armor.]
Wildcard - Nerd in Shining Armor
[Somewhere in Keeliai there's a cute little cafe with a smattering of tables sitting outside under an awning. And at one of these tables there's a man in full plate armor with big fluffy pauldrons. On the table in front of him is a chessboard, though the pieces aren't what you might expect if you're from Earth. The man in armor isn't sitting with anyone else at the moment--he's moving a piece, then shifting his gaze to the opposite side of the board and playing another piece against himself.
Join him?]
Choose Your Own Adventure
((Poke me on plurk or message me through DW on this or Erskine's account and we can discuss something, or just throw something at me and I'll roll with it :3 ))
Wildcard- Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean!
[Kylo Ren was definitely not pleased by the appearance of the far too familiar freighter now partially beached on the turtle. Outside of mild annoyance of that heap of scrap metal called a ship appearing, there was confusion because how did it arrive here? Did they come along with it?
No matter. If they were here, then he'd prepare. If not, well, he could take the ship for his own. Even a piece of junk like the Millennium Falcon was still something like home compared to everything else in this place. And he could sink it if he felt the desire to, which was steadily creeping up his to-do list as he started to walk towards the craft.]
What would Han Solo say if he saw you in this condition? [His voice was almost musing, warped a bit by the voice changer in his helmet.] Complain, probably. I've heard the stories.
Simon Tam | Firefly
[Note: If you'd rather do brackets I'll match!]
Simon had had no reason to believe that the necklace he'd found on him was harmless- indeed, vital to his existence here. This could still be an Alliance trap of some sort, and he wasn't going to trust anything his abductors had given him.
However, he was soon beginning to regret leaving it behind. The further he explored this strange new place, the dizzier he felt. And there was pain in his joints- unnatural pain, given how healthy he tended to keep himself. And there was the tiredness. He finally had to admit that perhaps he'd been mistaken and should keep the necklace on him after all.
However, he'd left it at the base of a market stall, and since they all looked identical to him- and were all staffed by merchants eager to get his business- he was beginning to feel like this was a hopless exercise. The hounding of the merchants was beginning to strain his usual politeness, as well.
But who could he ask for help?
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Cullen | Dragon Age: Inquisition
Wildcard - Ambushed!
[He's been in the city for a couple of days now, long enough at least to get over the initial fog of confusion and fear. Confusion for obvious reason, and fear because one doesn't necessarily see seven foot tall spiked people in Thedas every day. Usually when one sees someone like that, it's because they're staring at a demon--and those sorts of people are all over the place in the city. All shapes and sizes. For a whole city to be infested....
But he's been to the Welcome Center, and he has, more or less, come to grips with the idea that he's not standing in the center of a city full of demons. Which leaves him only to worry over the fact that he's not back at Skyhold, attending his duties. And even if this nonsense about not losing time back in Thedas proves true... what is he supposed to do with himself here in Keeliai?
He's going a bit mad, is what he's doing. He's used to being busy more hours of the day than the day technically possesses. So he's wandering the streets currently, trying to learn the lay of the land and more or less wasting time. Wasting time. What an absurd notion.
Which is when he manages to skirt a little too near to a business with only a red paper lantern out front to distinguish it, and he's instantly surrounded by kedan, both men and women. They coo, they beckon, and some of them flat out reach out to touch the armor, the fluffy pauldrons. It's Halamshiral all over again.
"Looking for some company? You seem so lonely...."
"Why not come with me? I could use a--"]
Please, I--
No, I don't--
[He's trying to extricate himself, and he's being so polite, but he's blushing fiercely now that he's realized he's somehow found the local brothel. Please come save the knight in shining armor.]
Wildcard - Nerd in Shining Armor
[Somewhere in Keeliai there's a cute little cafe with a smattering of tables sitting outside under an awning. And at one of these tables there's a man in full plate armor with big fluffy pauldrons. On the table in front of him is a chessboard, though the pieces aren't what you might expect if you're from Earth. The man in armor isn't sitting with anyone else at the moment--he's moving a piece, then shifting his gaze to the opposite side of the board and playing another piece against himself.
Join him?]
Choose Your Own Adventure
((Poke me on plurk or message me through DW on this or Erskine's account and we can discuss something, or just throw something at me and I'll roll with it :3 ))
CHESS
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Ambushed!
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oh dear
ohshi--
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Ambushed! (pls be ignoring these icons all)
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Ambushed!
Kylo Ren | Star Wars
[Kylo Ren was definitely not pleased by the appearance of the far too familiar freighter now partially beached on the turtle. Outside of mild annoyance of that heap of scrap metal called a ship appearing, there was confusion because how did it arrive here? Did they come along with it?
No matter. If they were here, then he'd prepare. If not, well, he could take the ship for his own. Even a piece of junk like the Millennium Falcon was still something like home compared to everything else in this place. And he could sink it if he felt the desire to, which was steadily creeping up his to-do list as he started to walk towards the craft.]
What would Han Solo say if he saw you in this condition? [His voice was almost musing, warped a bit by the voice changer in his helmet.] Complain, probably. I've heard the stories.
Welcome!
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i am so sorry except i'm totally not
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Leaving this vague and as spoiler-free as possible for everyone.
it will be a valiant effort, trying to not involve spoilers
Valiant? Sure, we can call it that. I prefer to just keep people surprised. :P
you say that to kylo "i am a walking spoiler" ren
Adrian Fletcher | Holby City | #1
[A loud voice cuts across the bazaar in the Water Sector, revealing a man haggling with a kedanese storeowner. Over what, you might ask?
A Stethoscope.]
10 juulan, and not one more coin. It's that, or I take my custom elsewhere.
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