Test Drive Meme | #43

[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?? (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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Souma Haruto | Kamen Rider Wizard | 9

[wizardplz]

If there's one thing people might not expect it's someone jumpkicking a pterosaur-type thing right in the head.

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."

[wolfishflame]

Aly was aaaaall ready to give these dinosaurs what-for when someone else jump-kicked one in the head! Kill-stealer! I'm no damsel in distress or anything!

"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.

And then this happened.

It takes a lot to flummox Aly. She has Seen Some Shit. But this? Honestly? Goes a long way towards getting there.

"...y'okay." Well, hell - Annie did the mahou shoujo thing sometimes, so who was she to judge? "Ready to kick some ass?"

graves ( hustle cat )

[catcursed]

( a )
[ so you were just minding your own business, maybe seated on a park bench or at an outdoor cafe.. reading the paper, or else someone left the paper there before you arrived. either way, suddenly there's a patter, and a black cat has jumped up next to said paper. with bright, surprisingly stunning mismatched eyes, he stares at you for a few moments before slinking closer, glancing down at the text in apparent interest.

ah... is he reading it..??? ]


( b )
[ this is a nice little cafe, isn't it? nice and sunny, and the pastries are to die for. .. ok but seriously where did this new cat come from? it looks like he just wandered in at some point during the morning rush, and now he's sunning in the window like he belongs there. still, for a cat, he's paying an awful lot of attention to the people working there and the various customers. his ears keep flicking back and forth as he listens to the conversations going on in the store.

.. well.. honestly, he's probably not the strangest thing you've ever seen here.. right? ]


( c )
[ there's a slender man in what appears to be his late thirties or early forties just inside the alley you're about to pass. he's slumped sideways a little against the wall, a cane hooked over the arm that's currently crossed over his chest. he looks like he might be having trouble breathing, or perhaps he's dizzy.

still, when he glances up, it's probably a little difficult not to do a double-take. he has the most stunning, jewel-bright heterochromia.. and it's might just be a little familiar, if you've encountered a certain black cat at any point in the last day or two.

he manages a small, slightly strained smile-- an obvious and vain attempt to pretend he's fine. er.. maybe he needs a doctor or something? ]

c! 0u0

[witchcrap]

[Avery doesn't like to look in the alleys. They just like to get back to the cafe as fast as they can, when night is falling.

But something catches their eye, this time - some movement - and they look. A particular thin, gaunt frame that they never thought they'd see again meets their eyes...and so do those eyes, one blue, one gold.]

G...Graves...?

B- aww yis

[purrns]

[Adrien has been bustling about, doing his work of bussing tables and the like. Once they hit a quiet spot, however, he finally spots the new cat, and wanders over with a small smile. ]

Well, hey there. I haven't seen you before. Did Avery bring you today? They didn't say anything about it.

[He wanders over to the window, crouching down and offering the back of his hand for the cat to sniff or ignore. At least he's well accustomed to dealing with the contrary nature of those of the feline bent. ]

The Stalk | Saga (Image Comics) | CW: Arachnophobia, partial nudity

[spiderforhire]

4. Intrigue-ing

The Stalk is stalking a snake - one particular one. Yuxnu has apparently been having some information flow problems, and a short list of suspects, and the need for an outsider to keep tabs on them.

She's an old hat at this game, and despite her particularly notable apperance, she's pretty sure she hasn't been spotted. She sees the Kedan enter a restaurant - the multi-service kind - and veers across the street to a small cafe. She orders something absentmindedly from the menu and then goes to sit down with the nearest person with an empty seat.

"You don't mind, do you?"


8. The Melancholy of The Stalk-chan

Wow, this crystal shit was hardcore, and apparently, the one she'd taken was 'sadness', although the label was pretty fucking insignificant for what The Stalk was feeling right now. Her chest ached as sob after sob wracked her torso, and there was little she could do besides grasp at things around her, upending tables and chairs in her lamentable helplessness.

She was causing a scene on the street, but honestly, she didn't care. Nothing mattered. Everything was broken and horrible. She was alone, in some foreign backwards rural town without her ship, even worse off then she'd been on Demimonde. No money, no prospects, no The Will (although she'd never tell him to his face that she missed him).

God, she was gonna die here, wasn't she?

4

[wyldlifecontrol]

Connal hadn't been paying attention when the newcomer took a seat near him. He still read the menu in his hands as he absentmindedly replied to her. "Um, no it's fine don't-"

Then he looked up and actually saw the person sitting beside him. Connal jumped so hard that he nearly sent himself and the seat tumbling backwards. The fact she appeared to have eight red eyes he could overlook, even her missing arms didn't bother him. It was her exposed chest that really took him by surprise. Even tomatoes weren't as red as Connal's face right now.

"Do uhm...d-do you need to borrow a shirt?" He already started unclasping his cloak to offer to her.

Connal Felwin | D&D OC

[wyldlifecontrol]

[On the Hunt]

[Most of the time when someone asks Connal to hunt a beast, it's a monstrous creature like a hook horror or a manticore. Being asked to track down a little girl's missing kitty is a refreshing change in that regard.

What worries him is the trail takes him to the very outskirts of the city. Connal doesn't know if there's predators this far out, or if there are any predators at all on the back of a giant turtles, but if there are a defenseless cat would be an easy snack for a hungry animal.]

Here King Biscuits. I only want to take you home.

[Time that animal handling check.]

[My Food is Watching Me]

[When you come from a small town your pallet tends to be pretty tame. Meat and veggies used to be Connal's entire diet until he ended up in the Underdark. He never knew they were so many ways to cook mushrooms until then. Strange as it was there, at least his food never actively watched him.

Connal stares back at the fishy thing on his plate. The more it looks at him the more guilt builds in the pit of his stomach. Food should not have eyes.]

So...I think my food is still alive.

[It blinks at him.]

[cavalryiscoming]

[Food]

[The moment he speaks there's a perk from the table beside him. A dark haired girl looks his way and leans over to see just what he's talking about.

At the sight of the fishy thing, she practically leaps out of her seat to get a closer look.]

Aww, look at the little love!

[Connal might be weirded out, but Tracer thinks it's pretty damn adorable.]

Poor little bugger. I wonder how it ended up here?

huntin'

[consultingbishop]

King Biscuits?

[This is coming from a man, leaning against a tree, arms folded and smirking slightly.

Don't mind him, Connal, he's just amused.]

Tracer | Overwatch

[cavalryiscoming]

[5]

[The markets are a buzz of life and Tracer is right in her element. The people are strange, but she's no one to judge and honestly she finds the kedan fascinating.

There's so much to do, so much to see, and Tracer zips from vendor to vendor, quite literally vanishing from one place to appear at another where she seeks to check out something else. There's a grin on her face as she goes and her British accent carries through the crowd as she happily comments on what's around her.

What brings her to a halt, however, is one of the kedan pointing excitedly at the goggles on her face.]

Hm? Oh, no sorry love. These are kind of special to me, y'see?

[But the vendor knows what he wants and is only getting louder about it by the second. At least it's the goggles and not the glowing core on her chest.]

[flashandfan]

Ya oughtah listen to the lady.

[McCree sidles up behind Trace, his arms crossing over his chest. He can't help but get himself involved, especially after spotting an old friend.]

She packs one hell of a punch lemme tell ya. Don't wanna make her mad.

[Sure he knows Tracer would never hurt the merchant, but he doesn't have to know that now does he?]

Jesse McCree | Overwatch

[flashandfan]

[1]

[McCree's supply of tobacco is running a little low. His bullets are too but right now one of those is easier to find than the other. All he wants to do is buy some cigars and go smoke. The problem with that being the merchant looks enamored with McCree's hat.]

Listen fella, I already told ya twice that the hat ain't for sale. Now I'm willin' to give as much juulan as ya want, but my hat ain't on the table.

[The merchant frowns for a moment, then a light bulb goes off above his head and he points to McCree's poncho.]

No, no, and hell no. None of my stuff is for sale!

[9]

[McCree hears the beating of wings before he actually sees the creature. Above him, what could only be called a pterodactyl screeches and swoops towards the street with its talons extended.

Without missing a beat McCree dives and rolls out of the way. The pterodactyl goes wide. Its talons sink into a rancher's weird bovine instead of McCree's shoulders and it flies off with its prize.]

Now that's somethin' ya don't see everyday.

[Again McCree hears the sounds of wings beating, only this time much louder and in much greater numbers. He turns to see an entire...flock? Herd? Whatever you call it, there's a lot of giant flying lizards coming his way.

McCree moves his cigar around in his mouth as he reaches for Peacekeeper. Any other day this wouldn't be a problem, but today he's running low on ammo. Time to get a little creative.]

1

[consultingbishop]

I thought I told you the last time you tried to hustle Foreigners of their stuff.

[A voice rings out, drawing the Kedan's attention. A man, dressed entirely in black, a scowl on his face.

The kedan merchant stammers slightly, trying to make excuses.]

You want our deal to continue? Stop scamming the Foreigners. [He pulls out a wallet, dumping some juulan onto the table.] Give him what he wants.

[bonedagain]

(a)
It's been a weird welcome, and he wasn't sure he believed the idea that time stood still back home, but what was home now? He'd gone back to a younger self and was a bit stuck there. Near drowning at one moment and then here? For all he knew he finally died and this was his punishment. This was the strange mutant hell that wasn't too bad but wasn't really his idea of a good time either.

Why can't he just settle down, on his own, and be left alone? Why did these weird things always happen to him? Such is life, he supposed.

Being new here he's trying to do a few things. One, see if any one he knows is here. Anyone who would know him. the Professor maybe, young or old, or any of the kids. He needed to find out if the plan worked or not. For a second thing? He was trying to learn the area. Figure it all out, so... he's wandering.

And looking for a damn cigar. After everything that has happened, he needed one.

(b)
This is not food.

This is not how food should move.

He sat at a table where a plate had just been placed before him and stared. Stared at it for some time. He was pretty sure it moved. He was also sure that food shouldn't be that vibrant of a color.

"Come on, buddy, what is this?" he asked the waiter, who simply shrugged and said it was today's special, like he ordered. Logan watched the man walk off before curling his nose at his place. Oh, he's eaten a lot worse. What harm can it do?

(c)
Incoming! Some creature with huge wings swooped down and grabbed at a young woman, who screamed and kicked and gave it a good flailing fight. Logan didn't even need to think before he stepped into action. Dropping bone claws out of his knuckles, his hands flexed into fists as he ran at it.

Sinking the claws into it's thigh, the creature dropped the girl, who tried to duck and cover herself on the ground. Logan, swinging his other fist in attack, snarled at it, jabbing the head that tried to take a stab at him. "Get out of here! Go!" He yelled darkly at the kid, who whimpered and started to scurry off at a crawling run.

The one he was fighting bled, fought and snapped, then flew up again. There were others though. He turned around, claws out and glaring, seeing that people were running while the flying creatures dove for them.

"All right, bub. You're asking for it." He said to no one, starting to charge, running towards another that someone was fighting with. He jumped for it, aiming to sink some claws into it's head.

B!

[socanfaith]

Kurt sat at a table nearby, a hat customarily pulled low over his face. Sure. the kedan didn't look twice at his blue skin or his pointed tail, but old habits were always the last to die. He can't help but giggle a little bit at the trouble the old man was having with his meal, and after scooping up his own plate of semi-unidentifiable "food", he walks over to Wolverine's table to join him.

"In some cultures, turning one's nose up at their food is a grave offense. Though I don't know what it say about you when your food turns it's nose up at you, ein freund."

Kurt smiles a toothy smile, and removes his hat so as to be more easily identified.

A.

[celticromanstone]

Heather's sitting at a table, outside one of the classier pubs in the Fire district. She knows a newbie when she sees one. Well, no reason to be unprofessional, now is there?

"Hello, darling, lost?" She asks, sipping her wine.

She's a young looking thing, at least. And smells somewhat like some sort of hospital soap, if he gets close enough. But there's something ancient about her eyes....

Avell Talsun | Original Character

[secondskin]

[Wildcard: Bar]

[It's been a long time since Avell has been in a bar that has actual people in it. True, where she was before had it's own few makeshift ones, but the company was decidedly lacking, in one way or another.

She steps inside, dark hair tied back in a tiny ponytail and takes in the scene around her. She's on the shorter side, a mere 5'2" and skinny as her build is, there's something about her that screams strength. Whether it's in her attitude and mannerisms, or something else entirely goes unsaid.

Moving to the bar, Avell drops a few coins on the counter.]

Whisky.

[The word bears a faded French accent. It seems she's been away from home for a very long time.]


[Wildcard: Collection]

[In the marketplace stalks a woman, a metal bat rested on her shoulder. She takes her time, half taking in the sights but clearly looking for someone as well. Eventually she comes to a pause, staring down a particular vendor and smirking to herself.

The bat is tapped twice on the vendor's counter.]

You. Old Red Cape demands his payment. It is best not to keep him waiting.


[Wildcard: Rain]

[She's been doing just fine, getting from a to b. Sure she's had a few run ins with poor weather, but so far she's managed to play it out well enough. This time however, the rain looks to be catching up on her quicker than she'd like, and the afternoon crowd has all but stopped her in her tracks.

Thus she pushes and shoves, trying to work her way through the crowd without panicking or doing any unnecessary harm.]

C'mon move. Move you stupid fuck.

[Perhaps it's karma that draws the rain down quicker. The rain starts to fall, only light for the moment but seeming to get heavier with each drop. She needs to get off the street, away from this weather and to cover of some form.

A little more aggressively, Avell starts to push her way through the crowd, static crackling off her skin as she goes.]

Move, move, move!

Collection!

[consultingbishop]

Now, that isn't very nice.

[A voice is coming from behind Avell, from a man in a black coat, arms folded.

He doesn't look amused.]

D'you usually bring weapons when asking for money?

it's like raaain~ on your wedding day~

[wolfishflame]

[Ugh. Crowds.

Aly's not a huge fan - mostly because when she's Otherside, she's usually almost always with ten people or less. And this is why she hates them; too loud, too noisy, some asshole always trying to push through them while crackling--

--wait a minute. She draws alongside the staticky lady.]

You're gonna make everyone's hair stand on end like that, [she says casually.]

Rain

[landsonhisfeet]

What are you people? Fucking deaf!? She said move!

[As she tries to push through the crowd Vic tries to cut her a path through him his own way. He swings his wooden bat wildly in front of them, trying to scare people out of the way. If someone ends up getting smashed with it then that's their fault. They told these people to move after all.

Looking at her behind him Vic swears under his breath. He sees the static crackling across her body and knows it's not a good sign.]

If you don't want to end up looking like fucking hamburger then move!

[Vic doesn't care about causing a panic at this point. He just wants to get Avell to safety. The man isn't about to leave her though. If she gets friend then he gets fried. That's all there is to it.]

Vic Faraday | OC

[landsonhisfeet]

[10 | Shakedown]

[A kedan sprints madly through the streets, knocking over anyone that gets in his way. Every now and then he looks behind him, his eyes wide and wild with fear, as he searches for his pursuer. Unfortunately he doesn't see Vic step out of the alleyway before it's too late.

Vic lays the kedan out with a single, brutal punch to his face. The kedan hits the ground hard, rolling a few feet away before coming to a stop. As Vic walks toward him he swings his wooden bat in lazy circles.]

Running off like that was just rude you know?

[He kneels down over the kedan, pressing his knee uncomfortably into his groin.]

You got some real problems here pal. The most important one being, where the fuck is my money?

[10 | No one talks about Fight Club]

[Vic stumbles onto the main street of the Fire District looking like a complete mess. Blood dribbles down his face and over his mouth. His shirt is missing revealing nasty, yellowish bruises all over his chest. Despite all that, Vic grins like a fiend.

He tosses a sack up and down in his hand. From the jingling sound it makes it's clearly full of juulan.

Licking some of the blood from his lip, Vic spits it on the ground before continuing his drunken stumble down the street.]

Gotta love big cities and stupid fucking people.

[10 | Lookout below]

[Today feels like a lazy day for Vic. He sits in the window sill of a third story building, one of his legs dangling haphazardly over the street. Vic watches the people below him bustle through the streets, all of them busy and just trying to get through their day.

They remind him of ants.

Occasionally he spots someone he just doesn't like the look of. Maybe it's the way they walk or the way they dress or maybe Vic just feels like an asshole in that particular moment. As they walk below his window, Vic reels back and spits on them.

Watching someone freak out as the globe of spit splatters against their head always gets him a good laugh. He doesn't even try to hide it either.]

Lookout Below

[secondskin]

[A hand smacks him fair in the back of the head, playful, but with a bit of force.]

No. Bad. Vic that is fucking disgusting.

[Even she has her limits. Though she's tolerant to a lot of things, this one toes the line.]

There are other ways to fuck with them, you know.

Alex Conklin | The Bourne Series (novels) | three guesses who this is, first two don't count

[saintoflangley]

2. Can you not?

Conklin has no idea what he'd done to deserve this.

Actually, he does, but not specifically. Thirty-some years in grey-to-black operations sure puts a lot of red in your ledger.

He can deal with one child. He can, on occasion, deal with two, but only if someone more experienced with children is around because he makes one hell of a bad babysitter.

He's dealt with the street urchins throughout southeast Asia, in Saigon during the bad old days, and he knows the 'swarm of adorable pickpockets' strategy. He is not, however, used to them being so damn fascinated with his cane and damnable boot!

"No, you may not look at it. Go away."

They giggle and press in closer, drawing more kids their age, one crouching down to get a better look at his prosthetic foot.

5. No but seriously Can You Not

Sure, so a guy limping through the city - a new Foreigner - looks like a soft target. And Conklin isn't unused to being tailed, but his erstwhile tails had been more experienced than mere petty thieves.

Or just the one, in this case. Why send two people after an old man with a cane who can't even walk right?

Conklin turns down an alley, the thief follows him, and halfway down Alex turns on his good foot, plants his cane in front of him, and smiles.

"I'd advise you to reconsider," he says evenly. "Your current plan of action's pretty ill-advised, friend."

[Dealer's Choice]

There's a new Foreigner in town. An older man - about sixty - with greying brown hair, a face prematurely lined by stress, and - most noticeably - a pronounced limp. The cane makes the limp steadier, while the still-awkward gait is courtesy of a late-eighties prosthesis.

What.....do you do?

5

[spoilsfun]

When Conan sees a man with a cane being followed into an alley, it didn't take a detective of his skill to guess what was about to happen. Sticking close to the alley walls, he follows after them while talking full advantage of being light enough to have very quiet footsteps.

And then when they come to a stop, he steps out directly behind the prospective thief and makes a loud remark.

"It isn't nice to steal things from people, you know."

Pamela Landy | The Bourne Series (movies)

[needsrest]

[Dealers Choice]

She doesn't appear to be particularly amused by the sights and sounds, but neither does she come across as particularly intimidated, even knowing that everything that is happening around her and happening to her is so very far from possible.

It's interesting in some ways (the different languages stick out - she wondered just how many dialects of it existed, probably more than any language back in her world with how her luck has been going), downright irritating in others (she had begun to take to carrying as little money or items on her person as possible when walking through the markets - the constant hassling always ended with something of hers missing in action), but it wasn't anything that couldn't be handled once she was aware of it and the longer she had remained within this place, the easier it became to shrug certain small things off.

Of course that didn't necessarily mean everything was as simply handled. There were a few things that even the "bold" Pamela Landy could tell were best to avoid at all costs, unless they were unavoidable. This world was just dangerous as in her own, but in different ways. It was very much like comparing an apple to a tomato. They were both fruits and both could be red in color or even green, but nothing else really even came close to matching.

She kept walking forward still, allowing her eyes to carefully scan the distance and with her posture as straight and tall as she could make it. No different than when she walked within the agency. A woman on the the way somewhere and not about to labeled as "timid" - she had a purpose, a mission if someone with an overactive imagination was allowed to describe it.

Truly? It was the best way to give her message of "do not bother me" or rather the only one that had a shot at working.

The woman tucked a lose strand of light hair as she walked. Of course now was the time when she was aware that there was no briefing or meeting to attend, no reason to actually rush - there hadn't been for some time now and it was still very...unsettling.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid's nose is, unsuprisingly, in a book. This one is about the language and what others have done with translating it. Well, she's never been into the Asian languages and that means learning a whole new alphabet. She plans on finding out if there's some nursery school or something she can attend in order to learn the language - written if nothing else.

When she fails to move around someone, she actually looks up from the book. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." From her? It's actually sincere.

Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series (movies)

[reluctantaccessory]

[Dealer's Choice]

Marie could liken, once she was able to ignore the obvious differences, the market to any of the dozens she had spent long hours shopping at in the past. The vendors weren't much different in their behaviors. Some were pushy and willing to rip off the innocent or uninformed with broken bits of junk or random mixes of herbs that did nothing but make one's skin peel or make it itch like poison oak would. Others were much more pleasant to deal with.

The smells mixed with the sounds of children or adults shouting the names of items and prices (or what she believed were those things - the language end of things was still a bit tricky sometimes, though she was lucky that she wasn't entirely without help on a good day). But, she understood this type of life. It was simple. You woke up, you did the daily shopping, you went home and put things away before going to work (or you didn't - there was a long period where she instead "goofed off" after her daily chores and work was not an option), and perhaps picked up a few things on the way home or just took a long walk before going home. Perhaps tonight she would stop by one of the many food stalls, she was woefully behind on trying the local cuisine.

Of course, there were a number of things that she had made mental notes to avoid. Most of those things looked plenty alive when served on plates. Other things smelt "funny" even disgusting enough to make her cast iron stomach turn. There were also a handful of items that she had made similar notes about. The only thing she wished she could figure out how to avoid entirely were the locals who always found a way to flock around her and root through her pockets and bag when she had begun to let her guard slip some.

Though, it was not as much of a shock to her as it was to others, she had been "attacked" more than once in her own world in a like way. It usually took a few sharp words, sometimes a couple of threats from the "scary one" that had been guarding from a distance, and other times she had to give in and let something of her own go to appease the group. It always ended up depending on a few things.

The young woman sighed contently and flipped some of her long blonde hair behind her tattooed shoulder as she kept wandering carrying her now battered blue bag. She had some time to kill, her shopping hadn't taken nearly as long as it would have a short time ago. Or perhaps she just got lucky and didn't need much today. She herself roll her shoulders a few times as they got stiff and she allowed a very bright, though close lipped smile to form.

"Well, this could be worse."

have another shithead cia guy

[accipiterrible]

There's a sigh from nearby, and a man about Marie's age is shaking his head, a little exasperated.

"Why? Why would you ever say that? Yes, it could be worse, but don't you know better than to tempt fate?"