Test Drive Meme | #38

[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 uncontrollable urge to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Anything goes!

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wanijima akito/agito | air gear | crau | HEY GUYS ILU #yolo

[akito]

{ 9. }

...Since when did we have flying dino-things?

[ Akito and Agito definitely aren't 'most people' - not anymore, at least. Not for a long while. Becoming the adopted baby brother to one Portgas D. Ace meant becoming used to hunting down and either eating or taming random, weird, giant animals on a regular basis. So, if anything, enormous pterosaur-things make everything feel more like home.

And, of course, this means that the small teenage body containing two strong-willed pirates-in-training is having a grand old time taking down pterosaurs in a blitz of flame and blade. It helps take their mind off of the strange new city (that's what it is, right?) they've found themselves in... Though it only makes them more and more antsy the longer they go without Ace's Mera Mera powers coming to join them.

Their body turns from blue-violet flames back into their usual, solid self during a graceful landing alongside a smoking dino corpse. With their shining ko-wakizashi Akito slices a chunk of meat off the beast as easy as a warm knife through butter and samples it.

He pulls a face, tossing the rest of the now-cooked morsel back at the corpse before sheathing his blade. ]

Gross... Sanji-nii could probably make it taste good though, ne?


((ooc: CRAU from thewake, where the One Piece cast has basically adopted them! And taught them lots of useful skills...))

[fierybluebird]

Why can't you?

[Marco is firmly of the belief that you should always give it your best shot instead of pining for those who aren't around.]

[.............]

[Because he's the most hypocritical bastard alive who totally doesn't miss his Pops, Thatch, Ace, and every single nakama that ever died, or went somewhere else, fuck you okay.]

[thatched]

[oh his Pops, Marco. Put a sock in it. Only never do.

In the meantime, Thatch watches the display and claps, impressed]

Nice work there, kiddo. Mind if I cut off a slice?

Jung Shi-hyun - The Doctor's Son | Cruel City/Heartless City

[willsurelylaugh]

[4/8 mashup?]

[This world was strange. Strange, and yet oddly familiar. Even here, so far from Seoul and any semblance of Earth, a criminal underworld had found it's way. It was the same no matter where he went; drugs and greed bringing most to their knees and few to their throne.

Familiar as it all was, what he needed most was information. The who, the what, the why. It was chance that brought a small packet of Lucid into his possession, and now it sat neatly in his pocket alongside the knife he never went without. Thus he sits at a bar in one of the shadier areas, not far from where he encountered the dealer and waits, listening to the world around him and just waiting for that first lead to get him what he wants.

Quiet as he is, it's a little hard not to notice the foreigner in the black hat and jacket. Nor the blood that's dried to his temple, or the cut on his cheek. By the look of things, he's had a rough day.]

[landsonhisfeet]

[When Vic enters the bar there's nothing subtle about it. He nearly kicks the door down before he strides inside like he owns the place. Vic feels the eyes on him, some glaring and some just curious. It doesn't bother him for a second. The cocky grin on his face only grows a little wider.

The stained, wooden baseball bat in his hand spins a couple times before he rests it on his shoulder. Since he got here Vic almost never leaves without it. It's a good luck charm of sorts. Plus it serves double duty by cracking skulls. Vic is just innovative like that.

His eyes wander around the bar for a few seconds before settling on the foreigner at the bar. Without a word and barely a sound, Vic crosses to the bar and takes a seat beside him without even ordering a drink. It doesn't matter to Vic that the other man is a foreigner like himself. That's not what grabbed his attention. No, it's the blood on the other man's face that interested him.]

Looks like you've been having some fun.

[thatched]

[well why not. it's nice to see someone having a rougher day than he usually does and brooding in the corner, can't have that. It's a new city. New and familiar and bizarre and Thatch feels magnanimous. So he orders two beers and saunters over to the others table. Don't mind him looming. At seven feet he can't help it.]

Want some company, my friend?

teobaldo lionheart | lieat

[lionpants]

Scenario 1

I am telling you, that I've seen this cheaper a few stores down the block. You're cheating me out here. And I thought we were friends. [ though his dismay is true, the so called friendship was little more than superficial-- on Teo's end at least. Sure, the kedan had showed him a general amount of kindness, but the con artist did his best to keep his relationships at arm's length.

God forbid he gets friendly. ]

Ehh? Come on, old man. You know that you're the one that makes them the best [ cheapest ] here. I don't want to buy somewhere else, but if you can't-

[ and finally, the vendor budges, adjusting his price. A price that Teo could afford and one that brought a small smile on his face. Thank god he was able to get lunch. He needed a job. Fast. But who would hire a recently arrived informant? ]

Scenario 4 ( kind of )

[ It wasn't so much as undercover as it was getting information. It was, in his own opinion, one of the few things that he could truly pride himself on. After all, it was how he made a living: the gain, trade, and selling of information.

But to obtain information, one had to do some...less than pleasant things. Acting was his least favorite. ]

It's so hard to get used to this place. [ he sighs wistfully as he speaks to the stranger next to him, though absolutely fake. This act of innocence was ridiculous. ] I feel like everyone is just, you know, hiding stuff. I mean, have you seen that Tu Yunxu guy? He definitely looks sketchy to me.

[ God, the stupid accent was killing him. Hopefully this person had something good for him. ]

4

[banditjing]

I don't think there's a world out there where no one has secrets.

[ The comment from a smiling young man in an absurdly bright coat, having overheard the remark. ]

You must not travel much, if you're only used to places where people are truthful all the time.

Makoto Konno | The Girl Who Leapt Through Time

[leaptopudding]

[5]

No! No I need that! Give that back!

[She should of known better than to flash her cellphone about in such a strange place. Now some curious, and rather tall Kedan are in possession of the device and don't seem to be in any hurry to give it back. In fact, it's something of a game to them, watching the young girl dash about and try to snag it from their hands.]

Joke's over, c'mon!

[For someone so small, she's definitely got fight in her.]

[6]

[There's so much food. So. Much. Food. Makoto doesn't know where to start. Sure there are important things she should be dealing with and trying to figure out, but the constant growling in her stomach is all the reason she needs to call an intermission and grab a bite to eat.

Only the marketplace is filled with fresh smells and aromas and try as she might, she can't decide just what she wants to eat first. Or rather what she can afford.

And so there's a short, petite Japanese girl standing in the street between a bunch of food vendors trying to count the money she has in her pouch without making it too obvious what she's doing. She's failing miserably. Subtle isn't one of Makoto's skills.

Just the same, she's failing to have enough money for what she wants to buy. Why do the best things have the cost the most? Why is her life so hard. Realizing she's lacking in funds for that big, steaming leg of some kind of bird, Makoto breathes a somewhat overdone sigh.]

Whyyyy...

[Whine.]

6

[thirdprincess]

[ A young woman with long pink hair and a formal dress steps beside Makoto, discretely pressing a string of juulan coins into her hand, smiling gently. ]

They do look appetizing, don't they?

Vic Faraday | OC

[landsonhisfeet]

|5|
[Vic hasn't quite decided why he's in the market. Maybe he wants to pick some pockets. Maybe he's looking for target to mug or pick a fight. Maybe he just feels like taking a walk. When the whim hits him he'll know. For now he just strolls past stalls whistling a jaunty tune while he swings his bat in lazy circles.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees a hand make a grab for the bat. Some local, maybe a teenager it's hard to tell with these weirdos, tries to wrench the bat from his hand thinking he's not paying attention. Just like that, Vic decides what he feels like doing today.

His grip suddenly tenses around the bat keeping it from getting yanked from his hand. A swift, sudden jab with his free hand smashes the teen's nose staggering him. Vic follows with another jab, this time in the teen's gut, to knock the wind out of him. Finally, a sweeping kick knocks him off his feet to sprawl onto his back on the hard ground.

The teenager wheezes in pain but before he even begins catching his breath, Vic stomps a foot onto his chest and pins him to the ground. Vic settles the business end of his bat next to his head just in case he feels like struggling.

When Vic looks around he sees almost everyone's eyes on him. Some look horrified. Others look disgusted. A lot just try not to stare. Vic smiles back at them as he addresses the crowd.]

So! Anyone want to tell me what Fish Ear's biggest mistake was?

[thirdprincess]

[ A young woman who is very, extraordinarily, pink breaks away from the crowd and steps toward Vic and the pinned-down kedan. She's wearing an elaborate formal dress, but her expression is surprisingly compassionate. ]

I believe you've made your point, sir. Please, there's no need for further violence.

Roy Harper 2.0 (Red Arrow) | Young Justice| 8

[not_speedy]

Roy's not so sure his LIFE hasn't been some massive induced drug trip, or at least turned into one in the last day and a half since he turned up here, but...Hell with it. He could use something good for once, he thinks, eyeing the packet he's been given with more than a little bit of interest. Sure, Ollie would have killed him for touching the stuff at home, even if he's not exactly the Roy Ollie cares about anymore, and Dinah would be even more livid with him for thinking about it, but...

Fuck if Roy actually cares all that much right now. Sure, he's used to putting guys like this dealer away, but he'd like to forget a couple of things right now, really badly. Which means he's looking for an okay place to figure out how to USE the stuff in the first place. Crush and snort? Because he's NOT happy with the idea of popping something he doesn't exactly understand through his veins, thanks very much. It's not him, or anything. The need for a break though? Oh that's definitely him.

Turning a corner, into what he thought was a side street, he's instead finding things are busier than ever, the packet is very clearly sitting on his palm, visible to anyone, and there's what seems to be a guard heading toward him, gesturing to someone else. Really, the best thing he could do is throw it at them and vanish but...he might still want it, so the next best thing is reaching for one of his arrows, smoke bomb type, and launching it at the ground near the guards, right?

Of course, he's got to get a little more distance between them first, and so he's picking up and running fast as he can, moving to nock the arrow, and slamming backwards into someone heading his way, who he hopes isn't the guard.

"Holy FUCK!" He exclaims, elbows flailing all around the place, maybe hitting someone in the process. "Sorry, this is NOT what I had in mind."

[thatched]

Thatch has been watching the scene with some interest. Though he can't quite piece together the story. Is the guy a fugitive? A criminal? A stoner? An assassin? Trying to get away from the encroaching guards? Though why? Who can say but Thatch is interested in finding out and so he maybe navigates himself into the guy's way, letting himself be bumped into.

He looks down at him and smirks.

"Woah there, no harm done. What's your hurry, lad?"

Iroh | Avatar: The Last Airbender | Reapp

[whitelotustile]

[2]

[Iroh hadn't expected to find himself back in Keelai. Actually, it had taken him a bit to remember that he'd been here before. In that time, he managed to trip over a cart with a rather too-skittish kirin. The kirin (stiill attached to the cart) chased Iroh, and the farmer chased them both. Welcome back to the Turtle's Shell, Iroh.]

Hello! Nice to see you! Let's catch up later? Watch out!

[9]
[When the local wildlife is rampaging, sometimes the best thing to do is sit under shelter made from cafe tables and finish your tea and bowl of noodles. However, Iroh is quick to gesture to any fleeing passers-by to join him. Or maybe assist with a grab and a warning shot designed to startle the flying menace more than hurt anyone. Animals have to eat too; Iroh would just rather they find other things.]

2 - :D

[lordhotman]

[Zuko had just been minding his own business in the marketplace, selling his latest catches and kills from one of his hunting excursions. However, he looks up with several other Kedan as a commotion is coming their way.

For a moment, Zuko can only stare at what he sees.]

Uncle?!

Thatch | One Piece | CRAU

[thatched]

2 [the problem with an eat'n'run is that the running part is that much harder if you don't know the area. Still Thatch does his best to tear through the city streets with a small gaggle of cooks behind him, brandishing butcher knives. He has a bowl of rice in one hand steaming gently in the night air and the other is free--

That is until he encounters you in an alley that has room for you and a seven full tall bepompadoured pirate on the run, but not both. So be prepared to be scooped up for at least a little while. Unless you plan to get in his way or trip him up. Either way is up to you]


8 Hmm. [now this is interesting. Thatch peers at the free sample he was given, not sure what it is nor what it does other than the rather vague 'it'll give him a good time'. Though the question is will it give him a good time for an hour or so and bring him down again? Or will he be a shivering toothless wreck with no self control. He wonders if he should find out. What do you think?]


9 [incoming petrasaur attack? At Thatch's back? Do you warn him? Try to shove his rather large frame out of the way? Or popcorn gif on the side. Either way he seems oblivious.]


Wildcard [anything else goes here]

2 because duh

[fierybluebird]

My hero.

[Deadpan.]

[He doesn't know where they're going, where you're running from, or why he's being carried bridal style in your strong manly arms, but hey. It must be Thursday.]

Marco | One Piece | CRAU

[fierybluebird]

4: Spy Games and the danger of death

[There's only one way to ensure that Marco isn't spotted by simply recognizing his stupid pineapple haircut. Sorry, not stupid. Very important and culturally significant as proof of his friendship and loyalty to the Minks. But they weren't here, and as much as the Kedans reminds him intensely (and quite happily!) of the animal tribe, Marco is wearing a fedora.]

[And sunglasses.]

[It is the perfect disguise now!]

[Perfect.]

[It'd be a lot more "perfect" if he could actually listen in to the conversations properly, instead of just looking vaguely like a businessman taking a smoke instead of the bouncer/hired guard he actually is.]

[Ah, psuedo mafia intrigue, his favorite, and an actual specialty he majored in.]


5: Just like old times, well except for the time travel and all
[Actually the Kedans' intense curiosity reminds him of the Minks. A lot about the Kedans' reminds him of the Minks. And provided they don't start cuddling him or sucking on his ears, he's not too bothered. It's sort of familiar, and wanted in a strange way after so many years away from the sea, and away from the giant elephant where the animal tribe lived. So he just takes the attempts to steal his stuff, or the intense curiosity and questions about it in stride, as with everything else.]

No, that's my wedding ring, I'd sooner part with the soul gem, eh? No, not my belt either, that keeps my pants up, and no one needs to see that. Eh... the anklet is an important tradition I can't explain right now. [Waves a hand.] What this? It's just a triad card. I don't even know why I have it. What's it do? It's a playing card. No, not quite like poker and such, less fun, more about collecting. Like marbles, yoi. No, I don't have marbles on me. Aye, I have to wear sandals to keep my feet free. They're talons sometimes. [Sigh. Please rescue him? Or join in. Whichever.]


9: Ptero-phoenix-diles?

Awwwwwwwwww, who's a cute widdle dinosaur. Yes you are! I bet you just miss your family, don't you?? [Uh. Yup. That would be a pineapple-headed man trying to cuddle and tickle a flying lizard monster under the chin. He's also covered in blue flames.... so there's that too.] No. No biting. Awww you're just teething aren't you? You want some steak? I bet you want some steak!

[....]

[Why he's trying to mother this beast is another question. Maybe one that needs asking.]

[Or maybe not.]

[Just don't get eaten yourself perhaps.]


10: Quack.

I'm a duck.

[No he's not. He's a flaming blue bird with a pointed beak, not a bill, and he could almost pass for a turkey, except he's about 3 times the size. Not quite long enough neck or legs for an emu or ostrich however, and the tail is much more like... well if you've ever seen a phoenix, it's clearly a phoenix tail with three long ringlet chains nearly the full length of his body, but sure. Be a duck.]

Quack.

[He doesn't even quack. He just says the word, like that's enough. And wears a lineface expression, inasmuch as a bird can/does.]

[Also the whole blue fire thing might contradict the duck idea, even if the rest doesn't, but you know what? Cows have feathers, chickens have scales, maybe ducks have fire. Who knows.]

9.

[banditjing]

Well, that's an interesting way to handle them.

[ The grey-eyed young man wearing a smile doesn't seem at all startled by the display, whether the dino-bird or wreath of flames around the man. ]

Who'd have thought all they wanted was a snack?

ERUKA FROGG | soul eater

[frogglingwitch]

( ONE; )
Stop changing the price and hoping I won't notice, ribbit!

[ Eruka's just about had it with this shopkeeper, who keeps scaling the price up and down in increments of juulan. Unfortunately for him, Eruka is a master of Arithmetic Magic, and numbers in any system are as familiar to her as the sun in the sky. except the Sun here has no face and that's freaking her out ]

( FIVE; )
G-Gekko! No, you can't have my hat! It's not for sale! You can't just buy a witch's hat!

[ Especially since, by the way this one's mouth is gaping, it's at least partially alive... which unfortunately, is making it all the more enticing for these pushy kedan to want to own. ]

Ribbit! Stay back, I'm warning you!

( NINE; )
[ A witch she might be, and therefore as immersed and brethren to chaos as one could get, but that didn't mean she wanted the chaos-causing creatures to be directed at her. It didn't help that avian predators pinged all her froggish self-preservation instincts, since large birds and frogs: not really friends!

And she had no qualms about admitting it. Therefore the attack happening in the marketplace was exactly the kind of trouble she wasn't looking to attract. Yet as her poor luck always seemed to, she uttered a panicked "gekko!" when the dive-bombing creature swerved in her direction. ]

Eeek, get away, get away!! Tadpole bomb!

[ And that sure is a magically conjured, highly explosive floating ball. ]

5

[thatched]

[that is an interesting hat indeed. Though he's more faintly concerned about the threat, however overly curious the kedan are, surely it doesn't need to result in that. He has one on his shoulders who is currently messing up his otherwise glorious pompadour.

He's tempted to put a hand on her shoulder but doesn't. Still, have a seven foot pirate lingering in your vicinity]

Oh, come now. There's no cause for violence. They're just curious, that's all.

The Kid | Bastion

[buildsthatwall]

|1|
[The teenager looks troubled. All he wants to do is buy a hammer. The intricate sledgehammer slung across his back is far to imprecise for the work he's doing. His partner might be good for a lot of things, but fine work is not one of them.Unfortunately the vendor makes something this simple far more difficult than it needs to be.

The original price started at ten juulan. Kid paid that easily. Then the vendor told him the price suddenly became fifteen juulan. He felt a little confused but Kid paid anyway. After that the vendor demanded another five juulan for the hammer. Now Kid really didn't understand what was going on yet he paid without comment. The price continued to rise until the vendor wanted the Cael Hammer in exchange for the plain one.]

But, that doesn't make sense. You said it was ten juulan.

[The vendor crosses his arms before telling him the price is nonnegotiable.]

I just want a hammer. I'll give you all my money but you can't have my partner.

|6|
[Kid's hungry. There's a problem though. All the food he finds looks too weird here. Kid's just a simple guy. He likes simple food. Nothing in the market looks simple. In fact most of it looks like it's still alive.

Someone offers him what looks like a snail, if a snail had tentacles and single giant eyeball anyway. Kid looks at it dubiously.]

Do you have anything normal? Like an apple? Or maybe a sandwich?

[They suddenly look offended. Kid doesn't have a clue why.]

1

[purrns]

[If there's one thing Adrien understands, it's that you don't try to take an important object from a person. He has no idea what this guy's relation is to the hammer on his back, but if he's calling it his partner, it has to be important. Maybe even Miraculous level important. It warrants intervention, at least.

He walks over, offering the merchant a pleasant smile. ]

Hi there. I'm pretty sure he's not going to sell it, and he has given you more than your asking price. I'm sure we can be fair about this, right?

Nanny Ogg | Discworld

[oggling]

1.

Everyone knew that witches don't pay for things. At least, in respectable parts of the universe, everyone knew that witches didn't pay for things. They helped out wherever they went, and they were often given things. It was amazing really, how people were willing to give you things when you saw to it babies got born, wounds didn't go septic, and the dead didn't wander off to who-knows-where.

Right now, Nanny Ogg was flabbergasted that she had to pay out of pocket for a loaf of bread.

"Here now, you're going to make a helpless old lady pay that kind of money?" Nanny Ogg, a woman who ruled her own private empire with an iron fist from the comfort of her armchair, said without a trace of abashment. It was astounding lightning didn't strike outside as the blatant lie.

10!

Do you want a witch all up in your business? Need some good ol' advice from Nanny over a pint or six? Found Greebo in your kitchen god help you, you poor sod? Well now's your chance!

1. YES.

[purrns]

It's out of sheer curiosity (the great feline downfall after all) that a boy in a cat-suit has come to see what all the fuss is about . Sure, he lacks the solid testosterone fuelled pirate-yness of a certain cat in her life but you've got to be content with what you get here. Chat will just assume these people are trying to overcharge the sweet old lady. That sounds about right for the merchants around here.

"Everything okay here? Looks like you're in a bit of a purrdicament."

Kit Fisto | Star Wars

[dredi_master]

6 (with maybe a bit of 1 thrown in)

[Kit Fisto found the assortment of foods, creatures, and other items that this most unusual city had to offer less strange than some might. He'd visited a great many planets in the service of the Jedi order, and each was unique.

This particular fruit stand couldn't help but draw the eye, though. The array of colors and patterns on display there would make many an artist jealous, and the different fruits were arranged so that the various colors contrasted each other making them stand out all the more. He wondered if that was a deliberate act on the part of the vendor or simple serendipity.

Regardless, he found himself stepping up to the stand to examine the wares on display. The vendor was dealing with another customer just then, so he was free to browse at his leisure, assuming he wasn't interrupted.]

5

No.

[The Jedi's tone was rather flat and brooked no debate, though he had a feeling that the young man wouldn't take the hint.]

My lightsaber is not for sale. Or trade. Nor will it ever be; it is too dangerous for an inexperienced being to use in any case.

5

[bespin]

[ The young kedan indeed doesn't seem to be taking the hint. Lando, passing by, recognizes the Nautolan as a Jedi, though he's only ever met one Jedi before and heard stories of others. Still, it seems like his particular skills might come in handy here.

He slides in, placing a hand on the Jedi's shoulder. ]

What my friend means to say is, it might be best to start smaller.

[ He reaches into his pockets and pulls out a sabacc card from the deck he keeps on him. Six of Coins. Not the most important card. He can easily part with it, and it seems to satisfy the young kedan. ]

There. Now everyone's happy.

Elizabeth | Persona 3/Q/Arena

[elevatoravatar]

1.

A turtle, this wasn't quiet what Elizabeth expected when she stepped out of the Sea of the Soul and into the world of man, but she had seen much much weirder, this wasn't anything she couldn't deal with. That being said, when she saw the MP3 player that looked like his she had to have it. She had a large amount of her money from persona summoning still, and thankfully had not yet found a fountain to sacrifice it to so she didn't see an issue till the interloper came.

"I must say, that I have all ready placed my desires upon that and nothing save a challenge will sway my opinion."

3.

People were odd, they did things, they fed monsters they shouldn't, and this was beginning to get to Liz. Sitting under a tree she leaned back and closed her eyes. Focusing on what brought her here to this place, and places like this she didn't notice the giant golden door that appeared behind her, the 8 eyes engraved in the panels that moved around and sighted anything or the statue of a man woven in the middle by thorny chains. She simply sighed, before noticing the shadow and looking up.

"So is this from me, or are you coming here to remind me of something?"

3!

[meds4sale]

Well that was unusual. Not that the Medicine Seller was a stranger to unusual - unusual was part of his every-day routine. But this was the sort of unusual that was out of the ordinary.

He approached at a slow but steady pace, finding the seemingly unlimited ofuda within his sleeves. The girl hadn't seemed to notice the door hovering behind.

Or perhaps she did? She certainly didn't seemed disturbed by it when she spoke to the thing. Some of the tension left the Medicine Seller. But only some.

"You are on familiar terms with this."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.

Giselle | Enchanted

[myheartsduet]

5. You want my dress? But I'm wearing it!

[It's earlier in the day just after her arrival, and after a bout of confusion and feeling sorry for herself that lasted entirely too long, Giselle has decided that she's determined to make the best of this. Robert will come for her--no, Edward will come for her. Someone will come for her, surely. In the meantime, she has a wonderful opportunity to explore this new city and learn about all the new things it has to offer. Just like New York!

She's not too sure about the food just yet. New York food smelled a lot better, and it didn't move quite so much.

After smiling at yet another friendly merchant trying to get her to buy something, Giselle feels a tap on her arm and turns to face an older kedanese woman. The old woman's accent is a little hard to understand, but after a moment Giselle thinks she has the gist of it.]

Oh, you like my dress? [She smiles brilliantly] That's so kind of you, thank you. I can't tell you how much I needed to hear something like--

[But the old woman is shaking her head, and saying something else. Slowly Giselle's smile fades.]

You... you want my dress? I... well, I'm flattered of course, but I-- I mean, I don't have anything else to-- Maybe I could make one for you?

[The old woman puts a hand on Giselle's arm again, and the redhead blanches.]

I'm sorry, I don't--



8. Illicit substances + Disney princess

[Giselle has been wandering Keeliai all day, and she's no closer to discovering why she's meant to be here. Robert isn't here. Neither is Morgan, or Edward, or Pip. So she's lost and alone, again, and more confused than ever.

She's also never heard of illegal substances. So when the friendly kedan offers her a packet of colorful crystal and explains that it will help make her smile again, her natural inclination is toward enthusiasm. She could use a smile. She's so tired of being unhappy. Lost. Confused. Angry.

The kedan has explained how one is meant to use the crystal and then beat a hasty retreat, so now Giselle is standing in an alley in Keeliai with Lucid in her palm. Please someone stop her.]


[can do brackets or prose, whichever is preferred]

8!

[meds4sale]

[The Medicine Seller had watched the transaction from his little alcove in the alley where he'd stopped for a smoke. As the Kedan rushed passed him, the Medicine Seller took a long draw from his pipe, turning the situation over in his head.]

[Normally he just let these things play out but she seems to have no idea what she's getting into. People really were funny things, weren't they...?]

One might find the promise of happiness so easily obtained -

[He paused. He drew it out for as long as it was dramatically convenient.]

- suspicious.

Morphia Scarborough | OC

[caitseethe]

[Have a short young woman with a long dark braid; it flicks to and fro as she scans people and things, more reminiscent of a tail than anything else. She's got an impressive deadpan tone and a tiny frown.]

[6]

I hope you know this looks disgusting.

[She's eating the meal, though, apparently unfazed by the fact some part of it is still twitching. It's just knowledge she thought was valuable for everyone in the immediate vicinity to have.]

Delicious. But presentation does a lot, you know. You'd probably get a lot more business if this didn't look like it was about to strangle someone.

[10]

[As the day wears on and the shadows get longer, she finds herself a nice corner where the darkness pools, and hunkers down, considering the corner like there's some potential it might reveal to her the secrets of the universe.]

Hey. You'd tell me if you were here too, right? Unless this is some kind of-- shit, I don't know, independence test?

[Her expression twists wryly. She flicks her braid back over her shoulder and sighs.]

And if it was you wouldn't tell me. Right. And now I look like the crazy girl in the corner talking to nothing.

[9]

[Holy what the shit that's a dragon. Not on the same planet any more, she's pretty sure those went extinct at least a thousand years ago and there aren't any hills to be under here. Lord, what even.]

[Her fingers flex, and then she-- darts into an alley. Right.]

[About three seconds later, a large black cat of indeterminate breed emerges from a pile of discarded clothing and flings itself at the dragon like there's no tomorrow. Save people first, figure out dragon biology issues later.]

10!

[taranova]

[Actually, the crazy girl in the corner talking to nothing is the first thing Tara's come across which makes her feel at home. She tries not to think too hard about what that means and, after a moment of internal debate, stops next to the corner, kneeling down.]

Hey. Are you alright?

[God knows people do some pretty crazy things when they panic, but everyone here seems normal. Or at least, they seem like they believe they're normal. Not many of them talk to brick walls in public, anyway.]

Genis Sage | Tales of Symphonia

[kendamagic]

two;
[Genis likes to think that, as far as kids go, he's a pretty good one. He doesn't poke his head into things he shouldn't (except for human ranches), he doesn't let his temper get the best of him (except for when he does). He definitely doesn't do the kinds of things that end with him being chased.

...unless he's with Lloyd. Which, in this case, he isn't, so how did he even wind up in this situation? There are some rather displeased looking people his age hot on his heels and he's running as fast as his legs will carry him.]

Uh! Excuse me, look out!

[Luckily he's small and nimble, and also doing his best not to cause too much trouble, but the best of intentions don't stop things from going wrong. His foot catches on something and he pitches forward, having lost his balance.]

—aaaaack!

[Great. Just great. Because that's not embarrassing at all.]

nine;
[So there are a lot of things about this place that are baffling to him, even as smart as he is - but seeing monsters appear and attack people? That's something he knows how to handle. He's got his trusty kendama in hand he can feel the mana swirling around him to cast a spell, even before he shouts a warning to the poor, unfortunate soul the nasty creature is swooping down upon.]

Come get some! Air Thrust!

[Sharp gusts of wind converge on the creature; Genis takes the moment when it's distracted to finally look over at its would-be victim.]

Are you okay?

nine!

[ruinsprofessor]

I'm fine.

[The person in question has a fairly distinctive green shell of a shield up, a Force Field which drops only a few seconds later, when the rakenga is off of her. She looks startled, mostly because she knows that spell and she knows that voice very well indeed.]

Genis?

[She twists her staff around and darts over. It would be better strategically to stay distant, since that way both of them can't be hit at once, but she also needs to see him from slightly closer, right now. Raine skids to a halt nearby and looks him over.]

How long have you... no, we should handle the rakenga, first.

[She braces her staff, and begins to cast as the creature recovers itself.]

Photon.

Alya Césaire | Miraculous Ladybug

[blogueuse]

five;
[This city is fascinating. Alya, being Alya, can't help but whip out her phone to start recording as she makes her way through the streets, documenting anything and everything that stands out to her as different. And oh, boy, are there are lot of them. She's wandering past some stalls, idly recording her walk, when a kedan's hand snaps out and grabs at her wrist, clearly interested in the device.]

Whoa, whoa, no! This is mine.

[She grips her cell phone tightly in both hands and takes two quick steps backwards, yanking her hand free. She's not opposed to bargaining in theory, but her phone is something she absolutely won't give up. She scans the crowd for anyone nearby who might be of assistance, and when she locks eyes with someone, she mouths "I could use a little help here!"]

eight;
What the heck is this...

[She turns the packet over in her hand. The person who'd given it to her had all but rushed off after foisting it upon her (in quite the hurry, too, which makes her think that maybe this isn't the best thing to be carrying around in plain view), but she can't help it: She's curious. She slides her phone into her back pocket and tentatively rips open the packaging.

Inside the packet is a small crystal. It's deep purple in color, and it's pretty enough, but... what is it supposed to do? Puzzled, she steps off to the side and shakes it out into her hand to get a better look at it.

Some kindly soul might want to tell her to get that out of sight before the kedan pursuing the drug dealer who had dumped his stash on her spot her with it. Some unkindly soul, on the other hand, might think it funny to get her to take it.]

nine;
[Where there's danger, heroes are sure to follow.

Alya has believed in that for a long, long time now, and she doesn't think think there's any real reason why it wouldn't hold true here. Ladybug and Chat Noir had appeared when Paris had needed them. Why wouldn't heroes appear when the people here needed them, too?

So when the winged creature swoops down on a kedan, she doesn't panic. She already has her trusty phone out to document everything she's seeing here - at this rate, she's going to need to find some way of expanding the amount of memory she has on it, because she doesn't have any intention of deleting any of the Ladybug videos she'd stored on it before appearing here - so it's a simple matter to point it toward the attack and start recording that.

Of course, bad things are made worse when good people allow them to happen. Alya is sure that a hero is on the way, but just to be safe, she uses one hand to tug her shoe loose and throws it at the winged creature.]

Hey! Pick on someone your own size!

[Not that a teenage girl really measures up to something with a twenty-foot wingspan, but she has to do something until someone who could actually handle the situation shows up.]

Nine

[purrns]

[Having Alya around is something of a mixed blessing for Adrien. It's great to have a friend here, someone who knows him, someone he can talk to about home. On the other, it's made the secret identity gig a little trickier, especially with Alya's propensity to get herself into the thick of danger whenever humanly possible.

Still, it's Chat who comes landing into the scene, staff swirling, trying to keep the thing back, to try and give her a way out. He'd really like for it to not eat her today. That would be great. ]

Unless you have a secret growth superpower you've been hiding from us, Mademoiselle Césaire, I'd say you've bitten off more than you can chew.

Malcolm Reynolds | Firefly

[notightpants]

2

Running away from things is a usual part of Malcolm Reynolds' life, but most days, he finds himself on the run from people who've decided their plans have changed. Now, however, he's not sure what or who he's running from, just that something's behind him, and he's not too keen on stopping to find out.

Of course, that means he has to cut a path through what appears to be a giant throng of people, and there's nothing worse than being chased while having to weave in and among others who are just going about their usual business.

As he runs along, some choice swear words might well be flying from his mouth, but it's hard to tell what with all the din. Hopefully no one around minds being almost plowed over, because Malcolm's sense of direction isn't looking too good right about now.

[pompous_today]

"Whoa!" was the first thing out of Simon's mouth, as well as a glare in the general direction of the man who'd nearly run into him- before he did a double-take. And the second thing was a confused "Mal?"

Serah Farron | Final Fantasy XIII-2

[cantfixtime]

1

[Serah may normally be a very good-natured person, but back home, there was a reason why she and her sister were two people you didn't want to piss off. Serah is trying her best to be polite as possible, but the vendor isn't budging at all, and Serah knows there's gotta be a middle ground.

She's trying to be reasonable, really. Her words seem tense, to say the least, even though they come out politely.]

Look. I really need that piece of fruit, but I also have some other items I still need to get. If you could just go down a little bit....

[The vendor shakes his head, and Serah's face grows darker, angrier, voice steely.]

Just compromise and I'll be on my way.

[Someone please stop this before something gets out of hand.]

5

It's a promise from a friend, so if you could please....

[Her smile is gracious but awkward as a native touches her necklace, trying to ask for a price while it's still around her neck. Of course, Serah's not going to sell it, and she keeps trying to get away, but if she moves, the necklace might be torn off of her neck, and it's the last thing she wants. A gloved hand goes to the native's wrist, gently tugging at it. It doesn't seem to be working.]

I really need to look for him, please let me go.

[OOC: If you want to wildcard it, go ahead! I'm not too great at writing scenarios, I know.]

1

[buildsthatwall]

[Sometimes Kid can't help but get involved in things he shouldn't. Actually it's more like all the time. Without a word he steps beside the stranger and sets some juulan in front of the the vendor.]

Give her the fruit please.

[Talking isn't what he's good at but he likes solving problems without a fight starting. If that means he's out some money that's okay.]