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[espigeonage]

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Random scenario test drive meme! For all you thinking about apping to our fair game. Because all our characters are the modern reincarnates of the people we canon reviewed for, you need a modern AU! Post your character with a couple details about who they are now. Use a prompt to set the scene! And tag around.

RAIN: The weather sucks and you gotta share a bus stop, overhang, or other cozy space with someone.

MONSTERS IN THE PARK: Doesn't really matter what they are, it's time to run and/or fight!

NEW ECHO: augh you were minding your own business in public and now you have feathers for hair, or you just had a vivid flashback to being a wizard, or suddenly you have your preincarnation's clothes on. Someone help! Or point and laugh, that works too.

NORMAL DAY AT THE MALL OR WHEREVER: Slice of life happens too!

WILD CARD: You can't be contained by these paltry prompts! Get out there and combine them or make your own!

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Looks like you got your wish

[herofacade]

Not really. Overpriced and over hyped stuff isn't really my thing.

[He observes the tablet for a moment. Yeah, no. He really doesn't buy the excuse. He will shrug to it however.]

If you say so.

[nctosa]

[ there's another snap to her side. other any other circumstances audrey would probably feel... disgusted, or revolted, or at least. but these things are attacking her, and she's been sleeping badly for at least three weeks now, and

and they just keep flying at her, writhing little strands of gnashing teeth and swiveling eyes, and no matter many she slices open they just keep coming, and their blood just keeps pouring down onto her with each cut and

she's not sure quite when she grabbed the crow in her hands. what she knows with certainty is that one of her nice gloves is stained a filthy red, as are the chitinous growths which have ripped at least partially through fabric and bird alike. she hurls it forward with a disgusted cry, watching the eviscerated corpse knock another of the birds clean out of the air (for good, if the snap it made was any indicator).

why does this keep happening? ]

[shortspoken]

[ Ellie doesn't notice anything unusual at first, what with being a little busy smashing an unfortunate crow against a big-ass tree. Something about the feel of that is incredibly familiar. Golly.

She does glance over at that little cry though, and the sight of the bloodied, misshapen not-hand is enough to cause a double-take. She's not entirely certain what she's seeing here. SO many questions! Did the birds do that? Does it hurt? Is it appropriate for her to applaud that last shot there??? ]

What...?

[ A++ REACTION. MOST SMART. ]

I did indeed

[descendsfromshadow]

[That's totally fine with her. She just needs him to not ask too many questions, not necessarily believe her.]

They must be doing something right. Didn't they make over a hundred and fifty billion dollars last year?

Hopefully that'll help with your app!

[herofacade]

Did they? I wasn't really paying attention to their finances. I dunno, maybe it's just how they market it. You know, be the coolest kid on he block if you have object A.

[And watch as he just does his on satirical exaggeration of one of those apple commercials. Including over the top dancing, but minus the black silhouette.

And when he finishes it's just back to standing under the awning like that didn't just happen.]


In a couple of months they try and sell you the next brand with maybe a small new feature. Rinse, wash, repeat. And people go crazy for it because they just want to be ahead of the trend or somethin'.

Pretty much the last bit I was waiting for. Just something to put in the background section.

[descendsfromshadow]

Something like that.

[And, okay, a sudden dance routine. She watches from the corner of her eye with a raised eyebrow. At least it's an amusing wait for the rain to clear up.]

To be fair, they did set the trend in the first place.

[herofacade]

[That's what he's here for. To give entertainment and give no fucks about it.]

Which makes it allllll the worse.

[He side eyes her for a moment before he offers a hand out to her.]

Didn't catch your name, but, name's Caleb.

[nctosa]

[ the woman glances over, and her eyes drop down, past the book to the bloodied mass of chitin and purple passing for her hand, and audrey can feel her heart nearly burst from her chest. she'd done such a good job hiding it for the past few weeks, and of all things, it'll be a murder of crows that ruins her? the hand holding the book drops down, concealing the claw as surreptitiously as she can. ]

Nothing. It's nothing.

[ one of the injured crows flops uselessly near her feet. she kicks it away for good measure. ]

[shortspoken]

[ Gosh, kidlet, if you leave it alive then it'll come back and bite you in the ass in the future. If things threaten you, you kill them! Unless they're baby-faced he-man clones who look at you all puppydog-eyed first. Please excuse Ellie while she stops gawking at the mess on the ends of your arm for a second so she can take care of that injured crow. ]

It doesn't look like nothing.

[ She raises her foot. ]

It looks like -

[ SCRUNCH. ]

- you got bird blood on you. You should go home. Get clean gloves.

[ This delivered in only the blandest and most neutral of tones. Ellie isn't stupid, after all - she might not know this girl, but she certainly knows the most likely reason for her to have such a blatantly inhuman feature. Raising a fuss would only cause problems for both of them, right? ]

Ethan Landes | Syaoran Li | Cardcaptor Sakura

[bladeoftradition]

[rain]
Ethan's waiting for the school bus for the moment; it's raining a little harder than he'd expected, but he did managed to remember his umbrella this morning, so it's a little cold but otherwise not too bad. That said, are you perhaps the poor soul who forgot his/her umbrella this morning?

[monsters]
The park. It'd been pretty quiet here, up until things went south with the sudden arrival of a bunch of Vermedi. Pretty much everyone's running for their lives... wait, who's that kid that's standing up and starting toward the thing? Is he sane? Might be a good idea to save him.

[at the mall]
The soccer team had taken the day off practice because of some event using the field, and he didn't have judo today, so Ethan's sitting out in front of the coffee shop with a cuppa and paging through a book on Shintoism. Which... doesn't really suit the rumors about him. Ask questions? Offer knowledge? Wonder who the hell this kid is?

[rain]

[keywarding]

[Of course she'd forget her umbrella today of all days!]

But it was so pretty this morning!

[Who is she even talking to? She's running through the rain with her school bag over her head trying to make it to the bus stop. Maybe she'll be lucky and the bus will actually be there right as she gets there. Unfortunately for anyone in her path, Holly has her gaze stuck on the wet ground rushing beneath her. She's on a collision course and isn't aware of it.]

[bladeoftradition]

[The patter of shoes sloshing through the rain catches his attention before the voice does, but both combined are enough to get him to look over at the girl running toward him... and probably not seeing him.]

Hey, look-

[No, she won't hear him in time, not like that, and if she tried to stop now, she'd probably slip in those damned shoes of hers... Bracing himself, he puts a hand out in front of him to catch her as she gets close, hoping he doesn't flub this, or else both of them are going to fall.]

[keywarding]

[Being an athlete does help in some things. like make her faster, but her balance was never good when she wasn't paying attention. As she glances up in time to see him, she trips. It's dramatic- really, her arms flying forward to grip onto the boy with the umbrella, her bag flying past him.]

Ah!!

[All she can think in the rush of the moment is, please don't knock him over, oh god!]

[descendsfromshadow]

[Which she'll take. Even if it does mean an accompanying rant on trendy technology.

She lowers the tablet when he offers his hand, reaching out to accept the handshake.]

Blake.

[moonlitblade]

[Part of him wanted to appreciate the absolutely perfect timing at which Holly tripped, but the rest of him scrambled to react, dropping the umbrella so he'd have both hands free to catch her. One was enough to keep her from falling to the sidewalk, the second was to steady her as she crashed into him, head bumping into his chest; he felt himself slide backward an inch or two on the wet ground, but no more. The rain was cold on his face, but it wasn't really important now.]

Easy... are you all right?

[keywarding]

Yes! Yes, I'm fine!

[She's quick to reply, embarrassment coloring her cheeks bright red for moments, even the cool rain can't wipe this away.]

I am so, so, so sorry.

[Holly tries to arrange herself, you know so she's not hanging on Ethan like some girl out of the romance books she'd deny reading.]

[moonlitblade]

I'm glad. That could have been rough. [Helping her pick herself up, then, considering he's still holding on to her; he's quick to remove his hands once she's stable.]

And don't worry about it, really. I'd rather be a wall any day than let you fall.

[keywarding]

[Oh- that was sweet. She smiles brightly at the remark- remembering her bag when a fat rain drop lands on her nose making her blink.]

Ah- well I hope I didn't hurt you.

[She's bending to get her bag and his umbrella, offering his umbrella back soon after she straightens back up.]

[moonlitblade]

No, I'm okay. I'm pretty tough. I'd be more worried about you, but everything seems like it's in the right place.

[When she returns the umbrella, he shakes it out a little before returning it to its old position over his head, shifting a little to cover her as well.] Here, stay close. There's enough space for two.

[keywarding]

I'm tougher than I look! [She says it quickly, realizing belatedly that might not be what a girl really wants and instead of saying anything more on that she smiles at him and takes the shelter from the rain.]

Thank you.

[moonlitblade]

With balance like that, it's probably a good thing. [He's smiling - he didn't mean it as an insult, just a casual observation.]

You're welcome. It's not like I need the extra space, anyway.

[keywarding]

[She starts to react, something obviously ingrained in her after years of her elder siblings making fun of her ability to trip over herself at the worst times- but thankfully she keeps it down to just a quick intake of breath before she clearing her throat and scratching at the back of her neck.]

You're on the soccer team, right?

[New subject! Something that won't let her show off her balance or lack there of.]

[moonlitblade]

[The abrupt change of topic tells him he probably ought not have said that. Oops. But really, what are girls' feelings?]

Yeah, I am. Everyone says I'm pretty good, but it's really just something I enjoy doing.

[His free hand goes to the back of his head; it's a topic that comes up often enough, but he doesn't normally talk about it like this.]

[keywarding]

[It might sound like bragging to others but Holly doesn't hear that way. She continues to smile, nodding to his statement]

You are pretty good. I get to watch practices sometimes when I'm stretching.

[moonlitblade]

That's right, you're on the track team. I remember now. Um, thank you. Sorry, I don't actually get to watch your practices that much, since I'm on the field all the time. [A pause.] Maybe I should start. You're probably pretty good. [What with how fast she was coming in earlier and all.]