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- Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace!
Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtle shell!
- Dramatic Chase Sequence!
You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children! One way or another, you can't stop, and much like a katamari ball, you feel obligated to grab everyone in your path along the way to keep them out of danger! Or perhaps you're more the sort to try and knock them into it as a distraction...?
- Where There's A Will, There's A...?
The Life and Dreaming Planes have been merged, and sometimes what 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??
(Please note: This scenario isn't applicable to becoming game canon if you choose to app your character, as an alien pterosaur attack is a major event.)
- 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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Conan Edogawa | Detective Conan
Conan pokes skeptically at the food on his plate.
It moved.
He looks back up at the vendor.
"Are you sure this is safe to eat?"
He almost felt like he should be investigating this instead of eating it.
9.
The first Conan knows of the flying creatures is when one snags him by the back of his short and carries him off.
He is surprised into a single startled cry, but after that he wastes no more time on screaming or panic. Instead he is calmly observing the situation and assessing his chances of getting back to the ground without injury.
He has a few ideas, but a rescue might be appreciated.
9!
"Drop the kid, flappy bird!" Aly snarls, and a gout of precisely aimed crimson fire startles the creature into actual-facts dropping him. She runs to catch said kid, and it's lucky the pterosaur-thing hadn't gotten more than fifteen or twenty feet off the ground, because even catching him from that height knocks her on her back. (She didn't plant her feet properly, is why.)
"Ow. You okay, short stuff?" she pants.
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Aly Haskell | OC
"...all right," Aly said, watching the pterosaurs (pterosaurids? pterosaurians? ptero...ptero...pterodactyls? Aerodactyls?) swoop and dive. "Look, buddy, you stay way up there where you belong, and I'll just..."
One screeched and swept down towards her.
"Neat," she muttered, unhooking the mace from her belt and conjuring a crimson fireball. "Last warning, birdosaurus! Back! Off!"
[dealer's choice]
This place did not look familiar.
Aly chewed her lip, thinking. The Otherside had rules, but not many. It was entirely possible that she'd been drawn to this strange city against her will. And she still felt like she was Otherside. A quick glance at herself confirmed it - leather armor, a copper mace hanging from her belt, and a drab green cloak with a ruff of white fur about her shoulders, held together with a clasp in the shape of a red maple leaf.
She didn't like this. Luckily she still had an escape route. She reached her hand out into the air, turned her wrist, and pulled.
Nothing.
She tried again. Nothing. She let her eyes drift shut, trying not to panic. She could still see all of her lines, but they faded out into nothingness. Even the line she could feel in her hand, the one that connected her to the forest to which she had a land tie.
She didn't like this. Not one bit.
"What the hell is this place?" she asked nobody in particular, trying not to sound agitated.
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Meidhbhín didn't find Aly's outfit unusual at all, as it would have been suitable across many lands in Knimre. It was more elaborate than Meidhbhín's own unadorned apron dress and rust-red wool cloak.
"D'you need some help, lass?"
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Dino DNA
"Fire a warning shot if you're serious about trying to scare it off."
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Ciri | The Witcher 3
[With a skill set like Ciri's, she's seen her fair share of strangeness. Her time in hiding, ever on the run took her to worlds foreign and new. She saw things she never thought possible and learned more than she'd ever dreamed she could.
But the kedan are something else, and their varied looks have her attention from the get go. Thus she moves about the marketplace, taking in the sights and doing her fair share of 'people-watching'. She's in deep conversation with a merchant when someone yells from a nearby stall, and Ciri looks up to find a rather large kedan about to slam into her, a package under their arm.
Instinct kicks in and she blinks out of view, disappearing where she stands in a flash of blue that streaks across the street at lightning speed. There, she reappears again, just in time to knock right into an unsuspecting stranger.]
Sorry! I'm so sorry.
[But her attention is fixed on the person getting away. Respond?]
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Instinctively he grabs her shoulders, trying to steady her and see if she's okay.]
Whoa there, are you alright? I didn't even see you.
[Literally. Suddenly she was just there.]
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I rolled a 21 on my survival check 8Db
atta boy Connal!!
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Joseph Ivers | OC
[It's been a long time since Joe has really been around people. Getting stuck on a destroyed, mostly lifeless planet at the far edge of the galaxy does things to a man. Back in the day he might of been different, cheerful and sociable, making conversation with strangers at ease and finding the situation enjoyable.
Being alone for so long has dulled those abilities. It's not that it's gone forever, but rather that he's forgotten the how and why, the comfort of conversation.
Thus when the plate of food slaps down onto the table before him, Joe jumps and reaches for his weapon. His fingers pause, just grazing against the rifle before he breathes a sigh and forces his hand back to the table. A nod of thanks goes to the chef.]
Fuckin' hell. Calm down, Joseph.
[Quiet words muttered to himself more than anyone else, but one close enough might hear them. His voice bears a faded but still distinctive Irish accent.]
You've turned into a jumpy little rat in your time away.
[Not to mention scruffy and unkempt. He still wears the heavy cloak and armor designed to protect him from a harsh environment, though the hood is pulled down.]
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The things that've happened in this place could make even the stoutest feel a bit of water in th' knees, lad.
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The Stalk | Saga (Image Comics)
Shoplifting is very easy with eight hands, especially when the visible part of your upper body appears armless. The Stalk is a little odd walking down the street, but not very odd compared to shapeshifting Kedan - which was honestly par for the course as an interstellar bounty hunter. She was only marginally weirder than everything else.
She pulls out a porcelain figurine she'd stolen from a stall down the street and presented it to another table. "How many Juulen could I get for this?"
9. Incoming
Hardly the weirdest thing she's ever eaten. The Stalk prefers her food packaged and sanitized, but she grew up on a planet where you kill your own food, so no big deal. She shoves a purple tube thing in her mouth as she walks along the rooftops, rifle in hand, watching the silhouette of the large pterosaur fly across the sky. She leveled it and fired, watching the bird stagger and then plumet to the city below.
She ran forward, jumping roof to roof until she found the clearing where it had fallen. It was injured but alive, flailing around, smashing vendors and shop fronts. She aimed the rifle again and fired, striking it in the head. It dropped to the ground, making a miserable noise. She scrambled down the building front, deceptively fast, drawing a dagger and looking to finish the creature off.
9
"Was that you that shot the dinosaur?"
Okay, pterosaurs weren't dinosaurs, and this probably wasn't a real pterosaur, but... close enough.
cw: blood
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She doesn't even realize she is staring.
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Khadgar | Warcraft: The Beginning (possible spoilers, but will try avoiding them)
Khadgar was still was wrapping his mind around what had happened to him. The first day and night had been somewhat miserable and worrying, but he'd managed to distract himself with learning about the world he now found himself in. Now after some inquiries, he'd managed to find a rather impressive library and lovely gardens. After learning that the books had to remain within the library, he went wandering through the myriad shelves, quietly reading the spines of the books he passed. Occasionally, pulling one from the shelve to explore what the book held within it.
When he'd decided that he'd spent enough time amid the books, he went for a walk through the gardens to enjoy them.
Incoming
Khadgar had only seen creatures similar in appearance back home in books he'd read, but hopefully the knowledge he had of those creatures would serve him here with these. Calling out an incantation, he sent a barrage of arcane projectiles at one creature, driving it back and into the sky. The same creature ended up incinerated shortly after when it dived back down, which ended up being the last thing it did.
Once he'd fended the creature off, he looked around him to see if anyone else could use his aid and upon seeing someone currently being attacked by more than one of them, he shouted another incantation which wrapped the one being attacked in a glowing blue shield protecting them from the beak and talons of the pterosaur-like creatures. The defense established, he turned one of the attackers into a sheep, while turning his offensive magic on the other.
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Suddenly a shield of blue surrounded him ending his thrill. He stepped back, looking at the blue shell in confusion while the flying lizard attacked it in futility. Then Kevas saw the mage, and the troll narrowed his eyes. That must be the source of the sudden magic.
"Hey dere pink-skin! Let me outta dis thing!"
Sure, maybe he could walk right through it, but when it came to unknown magic he didn't want to chance it. For all he knew the human wanted to keep him caged in this thing.
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garden
Recognizing that her emotions were controlling her ice powers, she went outside. A nice walk in the garden would help her calm down. Seeing a man who she had also seen in the library, she approached him.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
Finn | Star Wars
[ He's trying to get to Rey. Save her. There's no telling what the First Order will do to her, and he can't bear thinking about it. He'll find her, he'll get her back, she'll be fine.
But these people are wasting his time. They keep grabbing at his jacket, the one Poe told him to keep, and he's doing his best to be polite, but forceful. He's not trying to make enemies, he just needs to know where he is, how he got here, and how he can get to Rey. Shrugging them off one more time, Finn's clearly agitated. ]
I'm trying to find my friend, okay? So for the last time, no, you can't have my jacket.
sorry not sorry
it's the voice that catches Phasma's attention; she'd only planned on doing some mild reconnaissance, see if she could learn anything in passing the kedan - or, rather, get better at learning anything in passing. subtlety is not her strong suit, but when it comes down to it, Hux and Ren are even less suited for this sort of thing. so when she hears a familiar voice-
she turns, cape twirling just a bit. it may be because she's given a wide berth by most; something in her posture, her attitude, extrudes keep away despite how much she is...trying...to tone that down. but when she catches sight of that speaker?
it's not so much an attitude as a nigh-palpable aura. the universal body language of a hunter that's just caught whiff of a quarry.]
ooooh yes... *rubs hands together*
aw how nice you came to say hello :'D
foolish though it is XD
let her hug you; also if this is too much lmk via pm and i'll edit for you!
Re: Finn | Star Wars
[Iroh had been out buying some groceries for dinner, but he's familiar with those kedan in the marketplace that take a special interest in Foreigner stuff.]
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[An amused voice comes from a nearby street corner, revealing a man who looks entirely human, at least. He's munching on some local fruit, smiling, almost grinning, in amusement.]
I've found things tend to go easier if you haggle.
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have all the First Order love, Finn ♥
He strides quickly through the crowd, albeit not masked he still has his size and build to make for an imposing figure in his black robes.
Kylo grits his teeth as yes, he catches sight of the man. Walking, talking, infuriatingly alive. ]
Did you misplace your scavenger again, traitor?
he's so lucky XD
he is! he should really consider himself privileged to be so showered with love
so late to this party but omg!!!!
She breaks into a sprint toward him, pumping her arms and running as fast as she can toward him. ] — FINN!
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Trafalgar Law | One Piece
[You know, he just got through with an infiltration and nearly getting killed for it, it really isn't fun to jump into another one, but Law has needs and this appears to be the best way to go about it. He has no personal reason to work from within against the Snakes, but in order to get information from them, this is the quickest and most effective way.
Anyone may see him consulting with well-known leaders and then quietly walking away, surveying the crowds as he goes. While most people wouldn't judge on appearances, the way his hat shadows his eyes, the tattoos, or perhaps the cold scowl make him look extra-suspicious. He's up to something, and as he leans into a merchant's stall and mutters something to the kedan behind it, the terrified reaction is telling. Whatever he brings out from under the counter, Law makes a couple of quick gestures with his fingers, and the mystery object vanishes from the merchant's hands - and a corresponding bulge appears in Law's coat pocket.
Secret drops are so easy to make with his Devil Fruit.]
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[It's not so much a mob as a cluster of five or six, but they all seem extremely intent on finding a certain someone. They shove and jostle each other, trying to be the first to get to him and claim their prize. Law, meanwhile, has just Shambles-ed himself to a spot behind them and pulls his hat low over his eyes, grimacing in frustration as he slinks off toward the nearest alley.
But one of them happens to turn around just in time to spot him, and gives a cry of "There!" to alert the others. Law bristles and takes off in a sprint, long coat flapping behind him. He's got his hand up ready to use his ability again, but he can't see anything close by which he can swap out for himself, not unless he wants to move that girl...
Whoops, he's just enough of an asshole to do it.]
ROOM! Shambles!
[In a blink, the slender girl is standing where he was a moment before, while Law himself is in her place, about ten feet to the left and in a position to double back on his path and keep running. The chasers pile into the poor girl, all except for one, who manages to swing around and outpace his competition.
"Get back here!" he bellows at Law's retreating back. "I want that hat!!!"]
Li "Hundred Eyes" Jinbao | Marco Polo | 5
Some kedan children have thus pegged him for an easy mark. He lets them get close enough, before saying, "Ah, ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you."
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"Some of the children here can be a bit bold with newcomers," he said conversationally, intending to speak to the newcomer, but clearly also directing it to the children: I see you too. Iroh's voice sound jovial enough, like the older shopkeeper that he was. Depending on how well Hundred Eyes could pick up on movement from footsteps, however, Iroh moved like a martial artist.
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Chappie | CHAPPiE | alex please stop shaking your muselist over the tdm
He's found his way to a fountain in the Fire Sector, and he's watching the flames spout up, his internal readout showing that they're quite cool.
"Whoa."
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Amerika is in the Fire District because, well, he's a snake. Or at least as close as you can get to being a snake not being in the family. Seeing the robot was a bit of a surprise, but whatever, he'd seen weirder shit. Like that fire stuff, still trippy.
Souma Haruto | Kamen Rider Wizard | 9
The monster screeeches, falling to the ground, before managing to pull itself back up into the sky, letting out more ear-splitting noises. It doesn't sound happy. Meanwhile, the man who just extreme karate'd something from the sky rises from a crouch.
Turning to look behind him at the person he just saved, he flashes them a slight smile. "You okay?" He asks, before another loud screech sounds... and another. And another. Suddenly, there's a whole flock of them slowly making their way over.
"Uh... Looks like the bird brought a few friends." He raises his right hand, a ring catching the light. "I'll take care of this..." And he brings his hand down over the hand-shaped buckle of his belt. A voice rings out.
"Driver on, Please."
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"Peachy," she says, "and if you think I'm gonna let you have all the fun, you've got another thing coming." She grins. There's the impression of wolf's teeth.
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