Test Drive Meme | #36

[ironwood]

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! 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 starts out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! It's just appeared in front of you. 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. Maybe you haven't been hired by them at all, but are using their name for your own goals... as long as no one discovers the lie! Wait... you want my what now?! The kedan are a curious folk, and the Foreigners are entertainment in conveniently arriving packages, especially when they come along with unique items that the kedan might not have seen before. Maybe it's your cellphone... or maybe it's your knickers! How badly do you want to keep your stuff from some overeager native shapeshifters who want to buy, bribe, or burglarize it right off your person? Sea prunes, get your sea prunes right here! Life in Keeliai can take a little getting used to: the chickens have scales, the cows have feathers, and the fruits come in more colour and pattern combinations than your average tye-dye shirt. Not to mention that meal you just ordered from the food vendor? Has arrived on the plate, and you're pretty sure you just saw it move. Everybody needs a little darkness... The Great Enemy may have been defeated over two years ago, and people are even willing to speak Malicant's name aloud now, but there remains a taint in the city never fully purged. Those who consider Malicant a dark god whose end was unjust are the cultists of Keeliai, and they aren't always so easy to identify as one might think. Sometimes their presence is felt in the growing urge to give into one's darker instincts, especially in such a foreign place... Illicit substances, anyone? Every city has its vices, and Keeliai is no different. Perhaps you actively sought it out, or perhaps an opportunistic dealer saw you as a potential customer needing a free sample, but you're now in possession of a packet of Lucid, an emotion-enhancing drug. Interested in finding out what happens when you crush that colourful crystal and ingest it? Incoming! Tu Vishan's latest landfall stop has brought an unwelcome problem to its residents: enormous, toothy creatures who look more like pterosaurs than most people are comfortable with! With a twenty-foot wingspan, these aren't exactly harmless local wildlife, and they have a nasty habit of swooping down on targets both Foreigner and kedan! How are you going to fend them off, or help someone who might have been injured by the latest dive bombing?? 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!

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Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir - Miraculous Ladybug

[purrns]

[6. Sea prunes, get your sea prunes right here! (Adrien)]

[Adrien is used to weird. Paris gets besieged by a great amount of weird on an almost weekly basis. Even as a civilian, it would be hard to miss the multi-coloured supervillains running around wrecking stuff. You'd have to work very hard not to notice that sort of thing.

As such, the general weirdness of Keeliai doesn't put him off too much. In fact, it's nice to see non-evil weirdness for a change. He's been watching the scaley chickens with a soft smile of amusement. Birds are cool, and it's nice to be able to watch them without feeling like his sinuses are going to start a revolt against him.

He's so engrossed in watching the birds that he doesn't realise his food is making a break from his plate until his fork hits cardboard instead of delicious...whatever it was. He looks down, and lo and behold, his food is sliding off the plate and landing on the floor with a wet SLOP. ]

AUGH! What the heck?

[All he wanted was some food. Why doesn't the universe want him to eat? ]

[9. Incoming! (Chat Noir)]

[Now THIS was more like it. Danger! People to save! Fantastic acts of heroism! The flying dinosaur-y things show up, and it only takes ducking behind a building and a quick transformation later and Chat Noir is ready for the case. Bystanders get the delights of watching a masked boy in a black leather catsuit racing out from some hidden corner, ready to take names and kick ass. Maybe not even in that order.

It's not the same without Ladybug. They are, after all, a team. But these creatures are not born of akumas, so he doesn't have to worry about releasing the corruption within them, which is Ladybug's domain. He can absolutely settle on what he does best. Kicking butt and bantering.

He leaps up onto the roof of the nearest building, extending his staff, waiting for juuuuust the right moment before vaulting off, swinging the staff like a bat, whacking one of those things out of the dive it was making to some poor soul. Maybe it was you. Maybe you were just watching.

Regardless, Chat laughs, from the sheer delight that comes from being Chat. The beast flaps awkwardly taking back to the sky, and Chat prepares his staff for another takedown, grinning like a lunatic. ]

Didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to dine and dash?

6! I'm sorry...

[yoyoparkour]

[Okay, so. Maybe she's been kind of following Adrien, just a little. And maybe when he sat down to watch the birds it was the perfect time to stare at him and admire him while he wasn't paying attention.

Maybe Marinette is a little bit obsessive, but it comes from a pure place. Adrien is just so wonderful, it's hard not to be head over heels in love with him.

And she is better, ever since he helped her with her uncle. She can manage conversations with him a little bit better, but her confidence is still... well it's still pretty low, so she sticks to admiring him from far, far away.

But when his food escapes... well, that's a good opening, isn't it? And it's sad, how upset he looks. So she runs off, and when she comes back it's to thrust a new plate of those weird prunes he was eating at him.]

I-if you want the rest of mine...

9.

[impendings]

[ Meidhbhín had been watching the creature dive at her with a hardly-bemused expression, having not been attempting to get out of the way. When Chat swats it away with his staff, she laughs a little, amused at his antics, and addresses him with a thick brogue. ]

You look like you're having quite a bit o'fun, lad. Though I daresay, that birdie might have found me a bit of an unwelcome taste, had it tried.

Kaikaina "Sister" Grif | Red vs Blue

[wrongcolor]

5. Sweet, money!

[ Aw man, apparently Sister's armor are SUPER VALUABLE here! Which is CRAZY since she got this shit free for enlisting!! The first alien dude gave her a handful of shiny money things (she doesn't know what they are but there's a lot of them so that's probably good!) for her helmet, so the obvious next step is to start a strip auction in the middle of the market!! ]

Ah yeaah, someone put some beats on and keep the cash flowin'! That's twelve metal things for my glove thing, whose got twenty for my chestplate? I'm not wearing anything under it so it counts as a show too!


8. I do cocaine!!

[ 'Drugs' and 'free' are two of Sister's MOST FAVORITE things in the world! The alien dudette explains to her what the different colors mean, which is very super useful to someone who's colorblind, not that that really mattered since Sister has the attention span of a soggy dishrag. ]

Yeah, uh huh just gimme-

[ She grabs a handful of em and swallows them. The Kedan objects, since she was only supposed to get one but also because you're supposed to inhale them. ]

Pfft whatever your crap is lame, I've gotten higher off of whip cream cans.

[ She shoves them away and goes about on her way. Anyone that talks to her in the next couple of hours are probably gonna be in for a wild ride (and considering Kaikaina's normal disposition that's saying something. ]

5!

[fuckingorange]

[Grif hates his life.

He pushes through the gathering crowd.]

Kai! Dammit, I told you one thing, and that's don't embarrass the family!

5

[drinkuntilidie]

[When a crowd starts gathering like that Kevas always likes to check out what's happening. If nothing else it gives him a great opportunity to start picking pockets.

Thankfully Kevas stands nearly two feet taller than everyone in the crowd so there's no need to push past anyone to see what's causing all the fuss. It's definitely not what he was expecting, but definitely seems entertaining.]

What da hell, I'll be takin' ya up on dat.

[His hand stealthily slides into the pocket of a nearby kedan and withdraws a handful of juulan.]

Twenty shiny bits for ya weird lookin' armor!

[Kevas tosses the money over the crowd to land at her feet. She looks like she's having fun and Kevas is more than happy to help. After all he is a gentleman.]

Kevas | World of Warcraft OC

[drinkuntilidie]

1. Where there's a will, there's a...?

[It's a lazy day for Kevas as he lounges in the on top of some unsuspecting kedan's house. They don't need to know he's here. They don't need to know that he's littering their roof with bottles of ale either. Kevas spent most of the morning and afternoon exploring and now he just wants to relax in the sun with a half dozen or so bottles of stolen ale.

As he finishes his third bottle and begins on his fourth his mind starts to wander. The troll's thoughts drift to boats, but not just any boat, his boat. A decently size sloop that cuts through the water like a knife, striking his targets and disappearing again before anyone knows what happened. He imagines what it might be like sailing it in these unexplored waters. What finds he might stumble across in his adventures. One day, it will be his.

A sudden, loud CRASH in the streets below rips him from his reverie and he jumps to his feet as he looks for the source. It takes him only a moment to find it. It's a sloop. Four cannons rest on each side with enough room to fit a crew of ten of fifteen other people. A skull and crossbones flies from the mast, only a pair of tusks jut out from the skull's lower jaw and a wide brim hat rests on it's head.

That's his ship. And it's just sitting in the freaking street.

Kevas shifts his gaze to the bottle in his hand.]

Da hell be in dis stuff?

[Without another thought Kevas casts the bottle over his shoulder and climbs down to street level. That's his ship down there and dammit he wants a closer look.]

2. Wildcard

[Kevas loves taverns and the shadier the better. That's why Kevas went the the shadiest, seediest looking place he could find for a little fun. Why toast glasses with high society when you can drink with people who will cut your throat if you look at them wrong and flirt with barmaids with cleavage you could lose your hand in? Besides nothing gets Kevas' blood pumping like a good ole fashioned bar room brawl.

Fortunately Kevas gets just that. He just so happens to be flirting with a barmaid when he hears the fight start. Someone insulted someone's fins or something or another. It never matters why the fight started, just that it started.

Excusing himself from the barmaid's delightful company, Kevas moves across the bar floor grabbing a chair as he goes and smashes it over the nearest patrons head.]

So who be wantin' to swallow some of their teeth tonight?

[Time to get the party started.]

sup

[ofapromise]

1 [He might of had company on that rooftop, whether he knew it or not. However, the moment the ship appeared there was a murmur of "What the hell is that?", followed by a slight breeze and then... nothing.

Well, nothing unless you count the shirtless, tattooed man with long, white and green hair leaping up onto the boat. Once he's on board, he sets his hands on his hips and looks around, grinning like a fiend.]

Not what I expected, but hey, I'm not complaining.

Yuri Volte Hyuga | Shadow Hearts

[therudesthero]

1 - Wait, you want my what now?

Yuri swiveled away from the hands grasping for his literal fanny pack.

"Whoa, watch it! Hands off!" He barked, only to turn around to face another Kedan who was very curious about his necklace.

"The Hell did I say about 'hands off'?!" He choked, pulling away and staggering into a small gaggle of urchins who immediately swarmed him for his money pouch.

"For the love of-"

---

Incoming!

Yuri's first thoughts when the great bloody dinosaur dragons darkened the sky was that he was a generally good guy who tried to generally do good things. Generally. He ate his vegetables and paid his taxes. Okay, that was a lie - he was a vagabond who ate whatever scraps he could find and didn't really have citizenship anywhere but the point was-

The point was, he didn't deserve this. There were at least fifteen of them swooping here and there, willy nilly, going for anything they could get their talons on.

With an exasperated sigh, he cracked his knuckles.

There was a flash of light, and where he once stood, there was an eight foot tall, armoured demon winging into the air.

And now there's a fight between dinosaur dragons and a big, fuck-off demon. Welcome to your average day in Tu Vishan. Enjoy your stay.

Incoming!

[drinkuntilidie]

Kevas never saw the man change into the large demon. He only heard the ruckus from across the street and headed in that direction to see what was causing all the commotion. Finding an armored demon slightly taller than himself squaring off against a group of flying dinosaurs struck him with a sense of familiarity. Honestly he was still half convinced he was on Azeroth and sights like this only reinforced that belief.

Unfortunately coming in late meant he didn't know which one he needed to fight first. Kevas knew from experience demons were always bad news and a flock of enraged, flying dinosaurs weren't much better. Plus it looked like both the dinosaurs and the demon were sending the kedan into a panic. Fighting them both and sorting out the detail later sounded like the best idea in his opinion.

"Alright which of ya flyin' freaks be wantin' to get ya ass kicked first!" Kevas roared as withdrew his sword and dagger.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng / Ladybug | Miraculous Ladybug

[yoyoparkour]

[3. Where There's A Will, There's A...? (As Marinette)]

[Daydreaming about Adrien is pretty typical in the daily life of your average Marinette, but it's not like she's the only one in the world who did. He was a model, after all! And as kind as he is handsome, and so perfect, and at home in Paris Marinette had his pictures all over her walls. Posters and clippings from magazines, they were all safely in Paris and no one would ever, ever know just how bad her teenage crush was.

At least, they were in Paris. Abruptly they start raining down in front of her, fluttering away in a breeze and causing her to shriek and race after them so she can collect them all before anyone sees. She manages to catch a few and shove them into her bag, but the mad dash will not end until she hides all of the evidence.]

Excuse me, excuse me!

[Because she may be in a panic, but she still has enough manners to apologize if she runs into anyone.]

[Dramatic Chase Sequence! (As Ladybug)]

[There are some things that a magical yoyo is very good for, and one of them is to be used as a grappling hook that can swing Ladybug through the streets very quickly. Why is this a good thing today, in particular?

There's a very large and very angry kirin that's been trampling everything in its path, and what self respecting young superhero sits on her butt and lets that go unchecked?

Fighting it will come later, though, because there are too many people in its way to to ignore. So never fear, citizens! If you're about to get stepped on or run over, you'll be saved just in time by a girl in a red and black ladybug themed jumpsuit.

That's normal, right?]

I've got you! [She's just going to swing the two of you up to the nearest safe place, so hang on!] Are you hurt?

SUCH DRAMATIC SUCH CHASE

[purrns]

[This is absolutely normal. So rather, Chat finds it absolutely normal, but given his definition of the word is skewed compared to regular people...maybe not so much.

With a gleefull 'woooooo' he whirls his staff like he crappiest kittycopter in the universe, landing beside them all.]

No need to panic. The cavalry is here.

[innercactus]

{ Dramatic Chase Sequence }

Or, maybe, just a screaming plant running. And for all he's rather tall - perhaps six foot if he was staying put - he.. sounds like a terrified child.

"Noooooo! I am not foooood!" This probably has to do with how one of the long leaves he's wearing has a bite taken out of it.

{ Wait you want my what now? }

"... But I need my daggers." The kedan's interest in Asteffiel's twin blades probably comes from their appearance - they look like leaves and vines wrapped around a bright glassy rock. The pale purple sylvari has resorted to holding them both in one hand so that he can also hold onto the carved staff slung across his back. "I can make you a staff, or scepter if you get me things, but my knives are mi- Owww-"

Someone tugged on a leaf - what looks like part of his clothing, and it comes free with a bead of golden sap. "What was that foorrr?"

{Incoming!}

"Dragons are bad dragons are bad draGONS ARE BAAAADDD!" The somewhat terrified wails of the tall purple plant child are a little at odds with what he's doing. He's not running away, but sort of weaving around, staff in hand.

"Go aaawaaay!" and flinging inky black hands at them with his other hand. 'Flinging' is probably the wrong word, because all he's doing is flicking the free hand toward the winged things and a shadowy hand goes flying in a line.

Wait you want my what now?

[purrns]

[Adrien really can't help himself when he seems someone in trouble. He might not be suited up, but that doesn't mean he can't help someone out when they need it. So, he crosses over to where the...plant??? guy???? is having some trouble. ]

Uh, hey. Everything okay here?

5

[on_the_books]

[The Obol was the only thing that The Accountant truly owned. Sure, he'd come to the turtle with the Godkiller still in it's holster, but since it was the Devil's own gun, he never felt right doing anything more than holding it. Unfortunately, some of the natives had come to know just what the Obol was to him, and what it could do. When one of the kedan had by some miracle managed to pickpocket it right off of his person, The Accountant wasted no time in tracking down the would-be thief and pinning him to a wall in the alley.]

Now...normally I'd be impressed. It takes a special kind of individual to just...take something from me, but...here's the thing. That coin you're carrying? It's older than the oldest thing you can think of. That coin was given to me by Julius Caesar himself. [He chuckles.] No, I don't expect you to know who that is.

[He lifts the thief higher on the wall.]

You've got two choices here, friend. Either you give me back that coin, or so help me, I will pluck it from the greasy smear that'll be all that's left of you by the time we're finished here. Understand?

[redlightgreenlight]

[It wasn't so much that Valdis frequented alleyways as that they were convenient shortcuts. Even then, it was the sound of the gasps and the low, dangerous voice that drew her attention. She walked into the alley, head held high, her hand resting on the hilt of her holy sword as she analyzed the situation.]

Problem, gentlemen?

Jack Harkness - Torchwood/Doctor Who

[alifetime]

4. SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE! (or how to convince people that you're harmlessly crazy while on a stakeout of the local thugs)

So you're a giant turtle carrying around an area the size of a US state that people live on. How's that working out for you?

[Captain Jack Harkness leans up against the wall in the marketplace as he addresses a literal hole in the wall about the height of his shoulder and about the span of his hand. Every once in awhile, he tugs off a piece of the junkfood concoction he got from one of the stalls and feeds it through said hole.]

You don't say. That was rude of them. Didn't notice at all? You are literally carrying around the weight of a world on your back. Can't be easy.

[No one seems to be answering Jack and he might be being avoided a little more than the average Foreigner.]

Haven't happened to see a handsome Welshman with coffee making powers around have you? Hmm. Sure he's around here somewhere. Maybe some rooster-haired good looking gawky man who goes by 'the Doctor'?

[Another bit of food is dropped through the hole as Jack appears to listen and then nod with a cheeky grin.]

No, his name is 'Doctor', not 'Doctor Who?'. Male, yeah. No, it's not Milyn, although I wouldn't mind getting to know her better. You think she takes we Foreigners out for dinner if we let her ask all the questions she wants? Wouldn't mind playing doctor with her. What? What do you mean she's not that kind of girl? I can be a gentleman! You hardly know me. Awfully judgmental for a turtle, aren't you? You know, there were these doctor triplets once on Tarusix VI that had a thing for humanoids with hypervodka.

You think she goes for the Japanese schoolgirl look?

[If Jack is really keeping an eye on a suspicious stall further down with a supposed huge haul of Lucid that one gang poisoned to kill off the customers of another, who's the wiser? Freaking weird Foreigners.]



3. Where There's a Will/9. Incoming!

I'm going to need some barbecue sauce and a Welshman for this. Maybe some dark chocolate. Mostly for the dinosaur but some for the Welshman. If he's been good. A lot of it for him if he's been bad. The dinosaur will sort itself out after she stuffs her stomach.

[All of this is said as what looks suspiciously like a pterodactyl swoops down and snags up a sheep in her talons. She rides a draft of wind back up into the sky. Jack winces. That's probably not going to help relations between locals versus Foreigners. Least she hasn't... oh wait, yeah, she looks to be heading for part of the Midnight Hotel to perch on while tearing apart the sheep.]

Myfanwy! Get off there right now! You don't know where that place has been.

[Those bits of blood, guts and wool would wash right off. No worries.]

[Myfanwy eyes Jack as she tosses back her head and gulps down the last of her meal. There's some challenge there as she wriggles and caws at him playfully. 'Playfully' for an oversized extinct lizard might sound a lot like Threatening To Eat You to the average person.]

[cherrywood]

[ she's that kind of girl ]

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[clonekiller]

[Life on Tu Vishan was entirely too peaceful, at least...compared with what Starkiller is used to, so when larged, winged beasts started attacking people in the street, he wasted no time in activating his lightsabers to fend them off, the complicated dance of his Dual Shien lightsaber technique being more than a match for the attacking avians. For a while he does fine, until an upsurge of anger causes him to unleash his powerful Force Lightning on a large group of them, stunning the fleeing crowd into angry stares.

Starkiller deactivates and stows his lightsabers, turning to address the crowd.]

Look...I know I could've hurt someone, but...I didn't have a choice. It was either them or you people, and I won't let innocent blood get spilled, all right?

[Not satisfied with the angry looks he's getting, Starkiller flips on the hood of his cloak, and storms off.]

[drinkuntilidie]

[By the time Kevas arrives it looks like the pinkskin has everything under control, flipping about and slicing things up with his shiny swords. So instead of stepping in Kevas decides to watch. It never hurts to learn a thing or two about your fellow Foreigners. The sudden blast of lightning takes Kevas by surprise though.

Is the pinkskin a shaman? Are there even pinkskin shamans? Until a couple years ago Kevas didn't even know there were troll druids so it's not impossible. Kevas also takes notice of the angry glares as the would be hero storms away.

Out of a some curiosity and a lot of boredom, Kevas slips out of his dark alleyway and silently follows the brooding pinkskin shaman.]

An ungrateful lot ain't dey? Save dere lives and cook dem up a meal at da same time and suddenly ya get da cold shoulder.

Bastian Greene | Original Character

[dothisforme]

[1]

[The marketplace had been quieter that day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and people were going about their business in a peaceful, calm manner. That peace was now on the brink of destruction. A scruffy looking man in his mid-thirties stood before one of the kedan merchants, two dead birdlike creatures dangling from one hand while the other points at the merchant. It's a debate between the two, and it's getting more and more heated with each word.]

Whoa, whoa- hey! No. No way are you backing out on this. You said if I bring you two of these goosey... alien bird things, then you'd give me that chunk of scrap over there.

[He shakes the birds at the merchant.]

Well lookie here, friend. I've got your stinkin' birds and--

[But the merchant has changed his mind. The human man wants the shiny metal thing too much and two birds seems too low of a trade. Things can only escalate from here.]

[3]

[Bastian is walking, frown on his face and hands shoved into his pockets as he trudges along. It's been a long day, a longer week and a decade from hell. He's tired. Sleep doesn't come easy anymore and honestly, it hasn't since he and his wife parted ways. There's a void in his life that he's never quite been able to fill since she left and it's one he knows is going to take a long time to get by.

So he turns his thoughts away from the past and focuses on the here and now. Right now he has A. Sleep Deprivation. B. A dwindling source of money and C. Really, really sore feet. What he would give for a bike of some form. A speeder. An oldschool Earth motorcycle. Gosh, a Harley even. Bastian had never been big on the older bikes but right now he'd take about anything.

Anything at all.

It's a though that he regrets when a bright pink moped appears at the side of the path. There's a pause from the man as he looks around for an owner and finds... no one. He knows it wasn't there a second ago. Bastian is tired but things like this just don't happen. Thus he approaches the poorly coloured moped and stands it up to get a better look at it. There's a helmet too; just as pink as the bike itself with 'You're a Star!!' written on the side.

For the first time in a long time, Bastian smirks and makes an amused sound before tossing the helmet to the side. Time to see what this little bike can do.]

3

[drinkuntilidie]

[When Kevas sees the man as blindingly pink vehicle he almost laughs. He definitely snorts though. Whatever is going on it's way to interesting for him to just pass up. Plus Kevas is bored...and maybe a tiny bit drunk. Anyway, Kevas moves a little closer.]

Dat be one impressive lookin' ride mon.

[He grins a big toothy grin.]

Ya sure ya can handle all dat power?

Edna | Tales of Zestiria

[parasolled]

[6...ish]

[Standing in the street outside one of the food stalls is Edna. She's short, blonde, dressed in a cute little white and yellow dress and holding an umbrella overhead. Expression caught somewhere between boredom and annoyance, she watches the kedan before her as he prepares a meal ordered by someone else.

The kedan is doing their best not to respond to her staring, but it's not hard to miss that their uncomfortable with the seemingly young girl staring so intently at them. Eventually they glance up and the tiniest hint of a smirk pulls at Edna's lips.]

You're doing it wrong.

[wyldlifecontrol]

[Seeing how it's Connor's food that they're preparing, the vendor isn't the only one that's uncomfortable. No one else is bringing up the staring girl though so he just tries to go with the flow. This city is foreign as it can possibly get for him. Maybe it's just a custom?

When she finally speaks Connor almost jumps. Then he looks at the food.]

Um...they are?

[Now he's not so sure he should eat that.]

Zaveid | Tales of Zestiria

[ofapromise]

[5]
No siree, it's not for sale.

[It's a rare moment where Zaveid is dead serious. His brow is slightly furrowed, his voice firm, and the kedan trader that was pointing to his necklace is clearly starting to question his life choices. Still, the market is bartering, right? The kedan speaks again, voicing an offer slightly higher than the last only to be cut off by a firm shake of Zaveid's head.]

No. I said no. No means no. Same goes for the hat.

[A pause. Zaveid's frown fades and he smirks a little.]

I might be willing to part with the pants though, if the right person is asking. Preferably one of the female variety. You uh... got any friends who fit the build?


[10]

[On one hand, it's nice to be seen again. Zaveid can barely remember a time when humans and seraphim alike could see and interact with each other. Back at home, things were on the improvement but the bulk of humanity still had no idea he was there.

Now he's here, on the back of a giant turtle and everyone knows exactly where he is. Over three thousand years of going it alone and then suddenly the world knows right where you are. He loves and hates the attention. Just walking down the street is going to take some getting used to. More than a few times he's jumped when a random passerby has addressed him.]

5.

[isochrone]

I have to say, that's not exactly the most subtle approach.

[ But Elizabeth is laughing as she says it. ]

Connor Callahan | OC

[wyldlifecontrol]

9. INCOMING!

[Connor is no stranger to danger. After all the man lives in a forest with things that could easily tear him in half and he's the one who keeps them from causing trouble. Danger comes with the job.

However Connor also knows his limits. A silver etched broadsword isn't exactly a lot of help against a freaking swooping pterodactyl. So for now he's just going to run for his life while trying to keep anyone else from risking theirs. As one of the flying monsters plunges toward him for a quick bite to it Connor throws himself to the ground. It just barely misses him as it passes over.

If he can just make it to the alley then he'll be safe. Hopefully.]

Never thought I'd miss dealing with faeries.

10. Wildcard

[Connor just isn't meant for city life. It's not that he dislikes people or anything. He knows most are decent human beings...kedan...whatever, but he just doesn't know how to deal with people. Connor gave up trying to figure it out a long time ago. Now trying to socialize in a city just stresses him out.

He heads for the outskirts, trying to get away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. More than anything he just wants to return to his forest. That's where he belongs. It's where he's needed. More than anything though, it's where he feels at home.

If he's lucky maybe he'll find a forest here that might help with his homesickness, but he doubts it.]

9. OH LOOK, A FAERIE

[impendings]

[ A hand reaches out and snatches Connor by the front of his shirt, hauling him into the alley just before the creature swoops down for another attack. The space between the buildings is too narrow for it to climb down, and it caws loudly before wheeling off, frustrated by its lack of meal. Meidhbhín huffs a little, brushing her rust-coloured cloak off. Her accent is very strong, a strange muddling of various Gaelic-like tones that actually belong to none of them. ]

They might've said something about th' local wildlife going hill-for-naught on us.

[ She pats him on the head, smiling. ]

Are you all right, lad? You took quite the impressive dive out there, bit like a swan, only without th' water.

Zuko | ATLA | CRAU

[lordhotman]

Incoming!

He was supposed to go home! Not end up on the back of a turtle! Much less a turtle that's being attacked by giant flying... things.

There's fire everywhere. With sweeping kicks, flips, and punches at the air, Zuko was sending blasts of flame at the flying menaces. One such creature getting hit dead on in the chest and crashing to the ground nearby. Kedan scatter quickly to get out of the way, of both the creatures and the firebender.

Some might recognize this particular hot tempered guy as he's been on the turtle before. His scar more than enough to give him away. But what some might find odd is that there's a small pair of red and black wings on his back.

Sea prunes, get your sea prunes right here!

Sea prunes? Are you serious? He's heard about these, and not here in Keeliai either. Those were those things that Sokka and Katara talked about, and he had it on good authority from Aang that they're pretty disgusting. So when a vendor tries to sell Zuko some, he turns them down quickly. It's the meat that he's most interested in anyway. Many selections are offered him and pushed in his face and... wait did that one just move?

"Ugh, forget it! I'll find my own food!" And with that he begins to stomp his way out of the marketplace.

Incoming!

[innercactus]

The fire everywhere is pretty cool at first. Reminds Asteffiel of Winter Rose when she was furious, her staff ready and fire everywhere.

So he helps out, because that's a good plan! Two is better than one! Inky black hands seem to be his main form of attack, the shadowy claws flying in straight lines for flying things.

And it works out. Until the weird elementalist kicks one down and its on fire and a little too close to him. Because guess who forgot that he is, in fact, not a normal plant and thus a bit more resistant to fire than he looks?

"AAAAaahhh fire and dragons, bad bad bad!" The purple plant man running in circles flicking shadowy hands at other flying dragon things.

Padmé Nabarrie Amidala (Skywalker) | Star Wars

[angelofnaboo]

[5. Wait... you want my what now?!]

[All her life, Padmé has dealt with landing in strange areas and trying to find someone to talk to so that questions can be asked and answered. She's used to that. It was part of her job as a youth ambassador, she'd done it while queen of her planet, and most of her life a senator required heavy travel between Coruscant and other planets in the galaxy.

What she is not ready for are the people who swamp her the second she arrives. The hands are touching here dress, her hair, her jewel-]

I'm sorry. Please don't do that.

[She puts up some resistance because he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but she's starting to get very annoyed. However, just as suddenly as they've arrived and begun touching her, they've stopped and are moving on. She starts checking to see if everything's in its place when she realizes something's missing. Something important.]

Stop! Wait! Thief!

[9. Incoming!]

[As soon as the turtle seems to find land, Padmé is off and trying to figure out where it is they've arrived. Only to be greeted by the sounds of some giant, screeching lizard. Having been to Tatooine more than once, she's a little worried. Stories about krayt dragons are notorious for the sounds the effective hunters make during mating season. As such, she's searching for the animals over the horizon and not looking up at the sky.

So, when the lizard swoops down from the sky and picks up the person standing next to her, the first thing that kicks in for Padmé is the need for cover. She runs behind a cart because it's the nearest thing she can find from what appears to be flying death and yanks the first person running by down by the arm beside her with a hand over their mouth.]

Don't scream. We have a better chance of hiding if they can't hear us.

9 hi mom :v

[flyinglight]

[Bemused, Luke nods slowly and waits until the hand is dropped before he tries to say anything, turning towards his impromptu not-quite-rescuer with a slight frown.]

I'll be quiet, but that thing can't just be left to fly around either. It's already picked someone up, what if more people get hurt?

[Things might have left him reeling lately and finding himself here doesn't help, but he's not going to just leave something like that.]

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

[flyinglight]

[6]
Luke wasn't eyeing the fruits he'd gotten because they looked like a child had coloured them. No, that was pretty familiar, to be honest. The question was if they were safe to eat for others than the natives. He wasn't usually this careful, but the situation wasn't precisely normal, either.

And he remembered Yoda's rootleaf stew all too well, thanks, which was part of the reason he'd avoided anything that still moved, no matter the guarantees that it was good. Not that anything in the stew had moved, but he wasn't feeling too culinarily adventurous at the moment either.

"Will this leave me regretting eating it, do you know?" he asked with a small, wry smile as he held out one of the fruits in question.

[hadthehighground]

"Oh it's quite harmless, I assure you."

This coming from a robed man with a beard, one that Luke might recognize, though certainly much younger.

"And it doesn't taste too bad either."

Obi-Wan had become quite familiar with the fruit selections here in Keeliai. Some of them tasted similar to fruits back in their native galaxy. Others... were unlike anything he had ever tried before. Some good, and some not so good. Fortunately, Luke had picked one of the better ones.

Rey | Star Wars

[forcefilled]

1:

[She was used to haggling. It was how she had come of age, bartering and attempting to gain a fair price for the things she scavenged. The marketplace here was no different than the one on Jakku in the end. Everyone had a price and Rey was currently attempting to figure out the cost of new goggles.]

You will accept my gratitude in exchange for the goggles.

[Convincing the guard had been easy enough. She expected it would work here as well.

When it didn't, Rey was left staring in surprise.]

3:

I thought you would show yourself eventually.

[Rey smiled as she came across BB-8. The droid was one of her friends and she had just been wishing to see him again. She crouched down to examine the little droid and after seeing that he was just fine she rose up to walk. BB-8 followed, beeping and clicking in response and Rey laughed.]

Wherever we are, BB-8, you'll need to keep up. Stay close.

[Rey and BB-8 can be found and stopped for as long as he's able to roll around behind her before vanishing.]

9:

[It was dusk and out of the darkness Rey came running. One of the large creatures she had never seen before was close on her heels. She ran until she spotted a shopkeeper's broom sitting out in the marketplace and she grabbed hold of it. The end with the bristles was easy to break off but it caused the shopkeeper to yell louder at her. She cast the shopkeeper a look that demanded silence before running off with the broken broom toward the creature.

She wasn't someone who waited for others to defend her. She knew she had to defend herself and the people here. So she didn't hesitate to leap into action, attempting to frighten the bothersome creature away with several smacks and prods with the broom stick.

It was unfortunate that someone happened to get in the way in the scuffle and she hit them with the stick. She spun around to face them with her eyes blazing.]

You need to go. Now!

haha I'm sorry for the facetwin

[androit]

three.

I have never seen a robot like that before. It's not even useful. What does it do?

[ Yeah, he's standing and staring and head tilting like a normal person would. Even if he looks like that guy who, you know, did all those terrible things to the galaxy. At least he doesn't have the scar? ]

Or is it just some kind of... pet?

Phryne Fisher | Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

[agoodwoman]

[2 - Dramatic Chase Sequence]
[When one finds themselves in a new place --a very new place, from the look of it-- one might feel inclined to lay low, for a bit. Observe the local culture. Measure twice, cut once, as they say.

Unfortunately, "lay low" is not a phrase within Phryne Fisher's vocabulary.

Which is how she came to offend one of the locals (completely by accident, of course)...and why that local is now chasing her, very angrily, through the streets. The steady clip-clop, clip-clop of well-tailored heels careening wildly down the street heralds her approach, because the honourable Miss Fisher is being chased. Whomever she happens to spot, she'll be heading in their direction, busily fishing a pair of dark glasses out of a pocket as she does so.]

Hello there! [A broad, unflappably friendly smile is painted across her face as she comes to an abrupt stop. Immediately, she holds out her hat and an ornate overcoat, wrapping her scarf around her hair at the same time.] Here, hold this for a moment, please.


[6 - Sea Prunes]
Oh, dear. [The height of fine dining, this is not. Between two gloved fingertips, she holds a...a fruit? A candy? It's somewhat soft, and an unnatural shade of chartreuse that she's certain doesn't really exist in food. It also happens to be wriggling, pulsing almost, as if alive. And yet...it most certainly is not. (Is it?) It's certainly not something she's ever seen before.

Nonetheless. Unnatural circumstances make for bold decisions. Scrunching up her face and screwing up her courage, she pops it into her mouth, and--

...immediately, a surprised, somewhat bewildered expression overtakes her face, and she looks down at the bag of like objects in her free hand. To the nearest person looking at their plate in confounded disgust, she'll hold one out.]

Here -- try these. They're delicious!

ALL THE DRAMATIC CHASES bc why not

[thetruthwithin]

[ There are many ways to investigate a place as foreign and different as this one, and Hercule Poirot's methods... well, as he is so fond of reminding those close to him (and sometimes those who just so happen to be nearby), it is all about the little grey cells.

Those, and some well-placed questions and a non-threatening appearance when talking to those who one might not pay the most attention in the first place. As it happens, Miss Fisher interrupts one of his discussions with one of the lower merchants... though polite as ever, he turns to her with a smile and a nod of his head. ]

Of course, mademoiselle. [ He holds the garments she places unceremoniously in his arms and glances towards the curve of the street with a faint frown. ]

Tch, what terrible racket...! [ He makes it sound like common disapproval of too much noise in the streets... but his eyes look back to her and the way she's in the process of hiding her hair with knowledge. ]

5

[omnivident]

[ It only took about a few days for Leo to process the shock from waking up on an entire new world. the new species that walked among him nor the strange animals really bothered him in the first place-- it was almost just like home.

Maybe with less ruined buildings and definitely with less explosions. And though he was the victim of a few stares from the Keeliai, there wasn't anything that had alerted Leo's senses.

Until now, at least. ]

Look, I am not giving you my camera.

[ He repeats it for about the third time , hands raised in hopes of showing the mugger that he was meant no harm. The hooded figure pays no attention to such gesture and, sick with waiting, pulls out a dagger from his pocket, pointing it at Leo. ]

Come on.... [ groans. a mugger without a weapon is one thing...but a mugger with a weapon is another. should he just make a run for it? ] Are you sure you wanna do that?

[ the mugger nudges the knife closer-- he clearly means some business. ]

[purered]

[Tu Yunxu and the Snakes generally made it safe for foreigners to walk the streets, but that didn't mean the occasional mugger didn't get desperate enough to try to nab valuables from the potentially super-powered strangers. ...So not at all unlike Jerusalem's Lot, really.]

[It was rather fortunate Klaus was passing by with a hefty bag of pastries in one arm. He saw the commotion and was promptly looming behind the Kedan, politely clearing his throat. The was really all it took to send the mugger on his way - being seven foot tall and built like a wardrobe tended to take care of these kinds of problems quickly.]

[And then Klaus realized who was getting mugged. It took a lot to surprise Klaus Von Reinherz, but seeing a familiar face after over half a year would do it.]

...Leonardo...?!