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TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!

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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...
Let's play cops and robbers!
Local law enforcement is handled by the Keeliai Police Department, an organization of both Foreigners and kedan dedicated to keeping the peace in the turtle... and they're about to make a raid on a large, illegal gambling ring! Are you going to collar the nearest bad guy, or are you one of the high rollers now looking to make a quick escape? Or a bookie who's now getting booked downtown?
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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There was a pause before Devin spoke. "My kind is known for brutality; I realize there may be more open-mindedness here, but I've found it necessary to point out my distinction from them," he said in reply to the first.

The vampire looked pensive; he'd been made aware of the network when he arrived. "She seemed kind enough. It is an option I had considered exploring, and perhaps I will if enough time goes by without a suitable alternative, but admitting to being a predator in even that public of a way likely won't win me any friends." He sighed. "Where I come from, humans that know of my species are either obsessed or repulsed, almost exclusively. Explaining myself goes against many of my instincts."

This of all things makes Melek grin again, a sharp, too-pleased expression. "Self-defense is sensible," he says, approving, like Devin has actually asked for his approval in the first place. "Murder on sight is fun, but not always practical. You know, you don't have the attitude of a genocidal maniac?"

A rational person would have stepped away. Melek is not even approaching that vicinity. "Yes genocide, no to mania," Melek says aloud, not really asking, just considering.

She sighs. It sounded like he was from a place a lot like Alternia. Her heart ached for Kanaya and her own counterpart who had to live through such a violent history.

"If you refuse to assault people for blood, you aren't a predator. That's a label for the 'how', not the 'what.'"

She does think that he's overreacting, but even if she doesn't understand his hangups, she's sensitive to them. "How much blood do you need? How regularly?"

[Wildcard??? Let's just see what happens]

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."

They could argue the semantics of what he was another time, but it would be difficult to convince Devin that he was anything other than a monster.

"A parasite, then," he amended.

He really hated being a vampire.

"A pint every other week would be sufficient," he answered, volume low. He sighed quietly. "I'll likely have a lot of assuaging to do on the subject of vampirism, regardless of who the volunteer might be, if I were to announce myself to the Foreigners. But I suppose that may be an inevitability."

There is something very wrong with this man.

"I said it guaranteed a death sentence. I did not say I always murdered on sight," Devin clarifies. He sometimes did, but he was also strategic about many of his targets. His eyes narrowed. "I'm aware I retain my relative sanity, all things considered. I'm beginning to think you haven't."

Yes. Yes there is.

"Everything's relative," Melek says, lacing his fingers together behind his head like he's reclining. It's a relaxed posture, like he either doesn't think he has anything to fear from the man he's hanging out with, or doesn't have a concept of fear in the first place. "And all things in my maker's hands."

Devin visibly bristles at the word 'maker'. He has few positive associations with the concept, and with his own (although enough time and gentle treatment would allow him to admit that the Spirit had looked out for him despite Devin's distaste and anger).

"If you're speaking of faith, I have nothing further to say to you. Leave me be," Devin says icily.

That faith is somehow more taboo than genocide may say something.

Melek laughs then, unlacing his fingers and bending forward with the force of it. He genuinely hasn't heard anything funnier this month. "Sense of humor, too. You're a man after my own heart -- wherever it is -- and I don't even know your name," he says when he straightens. "Suppose it doesn't matter if we're introduced. What is your race, anyway?"

He isn't sure, himself. He knows what he is, and the other man isn't quite the same. Cross-cornered, maybe. Wouldn't be the first time. There's a lot of them.

"That would be because I didn't introduce myself, nor do I intend to," Devin replies flatly. "And that was in no way meant to be humorous."

Technically, this stranger hasn't done anything to earn him a physical altercation, but he is absolutely getting on Devin's nerves. He has enough problems without an insane groupie following him around. Yet again, he's found himself in a situation well outside his control, with his life turned upside down and inside out.

"Vampire," he answers tersely. Devin does wonder why he's so interested, so unconcerned by genocide, but asking questions was further engagement, and he's not curious enough to go that route.

"What an inane observation."

If Marie turns, she'll see a very unimpressed-looking little person, who can't be more than four feet tall, including her triangle hair. This person is speaking in a snide tone, as though she's not at all surprised that the woman would say something so, well, inane.

She is also green.

"That was in no way meant to be about faith," Melek returns, quite abruptly in contrast to his earlier, almost lackadaisical attitudes. He stretches his hands out, curling his fingers in and out again.

Ah, the magic word. "Be specific," Melek chides Devin, once he's answered. "What type? Obviously the day-dwelling sort, so you're no mindless shambler. Hmhm..." He hums lightly, looking Devin up and down with a little more interest. "How do you feel about running water? Silver?"

That statement is less appeasing than it perhaps ought to be, but the stranger continues to be off-putting even if he's not strictly speaking of religion. Again, there is curiosity, but there's more suspicion, so Devin doesn't ask.

"Superstitions do not apply to me," Devin answers curtly, observing the man's odd movements but otherwise continuing to stalk around with the goal of getting anywhere but here. He most certainly wasn't going into any details about potential weaknesses with this man, nor his relative uniqueness among the rest of his race. He was the only daywalker he knew of, the only one unburned by silver and symbols of faith - he wore both on his person, albeit very hidden. Wooden stakes hurt, but so did getting stabbed by an equal sized piece of metal, mostly because he was being stabbed and not because the material had any special properties.

But none of that is information Devin will be sharing.

Edited 2016-12-14 18:21 (UTC)

"Inane?"

The taller woman just lets her eyebrow raise ever so slightly at the sight of what seemed to be a humanoid stringbean. Then she shakes her head slightly and then retorts with "Mind me asking what's so inane about it? Especially if I wasn't making it for someone else's benefit."

Marie then sighs. That was probably a little sharp even for her, but at the same time she can't help but feel a little bit "come on, that was just rude" about this whole situation.

That turn of phrase usually meant one of three things, in Baqir's long and storied experience:

1. sex;
2. drugs; or
3. ~~rock and roll~~ that the speaker was a creature like him.

"Asking questions like that is likely to attract the wrong kind of attention, you know," he says, just as nebulously. "Because something that vague doesn't mean that you'll find what you're looking for. Please. Elaborate."

"Hm." She examines her fingernails, as though the information wasn't particularly interesting, though the smile on her face would seem to indicate otherwise. "So it's kind of a numbers game. 'Coffee is for closers'."

"Because it could be worse," the Gem says matter-of-factly. "The turtle could be sinking. We could all be on fire. There could be a Cluster getting ready to burst out from the planet's core and shatter us all. So yes. It could be worse. Hardly worth remarking on."

"Maybe it's worth remarking on because it's not worse." The woman decides within a moment that it was worth being contrary, though, it's not as if the little stringbean is wrong either. It could always be worse.

"Maybe there's already enough things that aren't good at something that is even just "okay" or "fine" is worth mentioning."

The woman then sighs. She really does not want to know what that last example would be like.

Edited 2016-12-15 00:43 (UTC)

"Oh, such a narrow mind." Melek hums a little longer, a faint, tuneless sort of a thing. That tells him some more things about his new -- acquaintance. No multiple worlds. Maybe only one type of vampire. Definitely carrying a grudge against spirituality.

In the end, driven mostly by boredom, Melek shrugs. "So," he says, flipping back to conversational just as quickly as that. "Are you going to try to kill me here?" It seems like genuine curiosity, a man not actually worried by the prospect of a vampire -- another vampire -- trying to kill him.

[That, too, sounds just like Lloyd. Raine smiles over at Kratos, something wistful but more open than she'd commonly worn during their journey. Even if she's been here years, she still misses the friends she made in her world. Even if she knows she'll see them again.]

[She catches the look Kratos gives her and isn't sure what to say to it. It seems like it deserves some response; but before she can formulate anything, they're interrupted by the initial purpose of their sidetracking. Raine nods to Kratos, and quickens her pace toward the door the child is waiting at.]

All right. Can you tell us what the problem is?

[It's also a very neat way to skirt talking about anything heavier. For now.]

Peridot wrinkles her tiny nose. "You humans make no sense at all. Always saying unnecessary things and being obvious."

She folds her arms. "Maybe things being fine is worth noting, but saying that it could be worse is hardly an efficient way to do that. Besides, what if things are fine for you but not someone else? It's subjective."

"Then what would you say instead of that?" Then an eyebrow raise follows, "Go on... I'd like to know what the example I'm supposed to follow is."

Marie is actually curious to hear what Peridot would say instead. Of course, Marie also knows that she might not like it or that she might not even have anything to say other than another comment about humans.

The woman frowns and shakes her head again, then mutters, "I never said that it wasn't subjective and sometimes it's not about being efficient. It's about being aware of how things really are."

Edited 2016-12-16 01:37 (UTC)

"Tch." Peridot has to come up with something, and fast. She didn't think the human would call her bluff. "Conditions are currently optimal."

See? She is An Scientist.

Devin takes a moment to take the stranger in, studying him. "Being straightforward doesn't generally win me any favors, either," he counters without venom. "I've often found the seedy underbelly of a place is at least a good start."

Not always, but often. Still, this is a new city and he's found himself in a situation out of his control yet again. Despite his general distaste for relying on other people, he does need the help.

"But since you've asked, I'm looking for someone willing to part with a replenishable portion of their circulatory system." He may as well be blunt. "Blood. And preferably not directly from them."

"So, basically things are fine..."

Then she really lets the eyebrow raise, both of them in fact. Then she lets a very slight smile form and she sweetly continues.

"But, didn't you say that was subjective? So, maybe the conditions aren't currently optimal for someone else? Something else? What if you were a fish that had gotten caught by a fisherman?"

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10. hello buddy

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peridot is bad and rude

Bad humanoid pixie stick, bad.

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annoying soybean

Marie is not feeling so patient now.

that happens with peridot

wheee

These two should be enemies/frenemies?