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A simple meme. Post a comment describing a hypothetical meeting between the Save the Earth AU version of- hold on, this is a meme so we need a silly picture.

A simple meme. Post a comment describing a hypothetical meeting between the Save the Earth AU version of your character (IE the one in this game) and the original version (IE the one straight out of the TV show/book/game.) either with a description of their opinions or with an actually written out conversion.

Also, if you like, you can continue by way of tagging other people's posts, and threading out an encounter between your StE AU and their Original Flavor version. Or between your your Original Flavor and their StE AU.

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[he laughs, moving his hand back down. This kid was so stoic... it's not any fun!]

It'd be an honor, you know, to be eaten by me. I ain't no run of the mill Hollow. I'm a Zanpakutou, too. Like that voice who's name you don't know.

Oh...that's fascinating. I would have never conceived of a world with you in it that--

[He cuts himself off and there's an obvious, sudden change in his expression, from surprise to concern.]

...You said Shinji is your brother. Is he happy?

[Glad to know you have the same priorities, Cowroo.]

Yeah. Sort of. Sometimes.

He was worse off before you showed up. The new you. The one he's dating.
Before that, he'd mostly just play neopets all day.

[He's fortunately had a few real fights under his belt. Makes it easier to confront a threat right in the face. Even if Zangetsu has actually managed to freak him out more than most of those.

[But what he says . . . that doesn't sound right. Nothing about what he's gotten back says that could happen. So there's another confused blink before he settles his face back into that far too natural frown.] It's not an honour to be somebody's snack, no matter what they are.

Aw, you're like a tiny Bertl.

[ Too busy finding you adorable to be mad. ]

[He blinks a little.]

You-- you think I'm ...tiny?

Xander didn't know what to expect when he meets Sandrath. Sure, he had a few memories and abilities of the being he was becoming, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. It was rather startling at how close the other man resembles himself, except he has brown eyes instead of blue, no visible scars and dressed rather elegantly. Yet, there was this presence to this other man, with a confident posture and a rather cocky, all-knowing smirk on his face. Although, that expression didn't last long when the other being notices him. It was quickly replaced by a darker, curious expression with a slight tilt of his head as he approaches. Xander stands his ground, keeping his gaze level with the other man, but flinches slightly at catching a flicker black from the other man's eyes. That was something he hasn't seen before and has no idea what that flicker meant. It was enough for him to stay on guard, not sure what to come next.

"Well, someone is clearly trying to rile some old memories." Sandrath comments with a chuckle, moving to pace around him. "I have to admit whomever did this did a good job of recreating my first vessel, but they've missed a few details."

Just like that, the other being is pressing up against him and brought an arm to the front before brushing a hand against Xander's stomach, smoothing his palm across the fabric there. Xander couldn't help but tense a bit, finding himself at a bit of a disadvantage as Sandrath's hand moves across his torso. He would pause to tap a spot with his finger with a 'here' before continuing to another spot, sometimes dragging his finger to indicate a longer injury. It didn't take long for Xander to guess that Sandrath was referring to the time that he and his Conleth were stuck together and being tortured, a traumatic memory he received from a pulse after drinking the water when it was tainted. Except his train of thought was interrupted by a sharp pain in his side and glances down to see a weapon in the other man's hand. That knife wasn't there before and he would have felt Sandrath move to pull it out. This was rather concerning, considering his predicament.

"I could be kind and fix those tiny, little details..." Sandrath starts with another chuckle as he pulls back the blade and his other hand reaches up grasp Xander's throat, forcing his head back. "But you don't have to keep your lips sealed or else I'll start to think that you've lost your voice and you'll ruin my fun. Besides, it's not like I'm planning on impaling you against the wall and seeing what is on the inside."

If this was the person Xander was to become, he did not like it at all. He was nothing like this other man who invaded his space, felt him up before injuring him without missing a beat. What a sadistic bastard.

Xander could feel an increase of pressure on the sides of his throat, but he manages to grunt out. "...That won't be necessary. I would appreciate remaining intact."

As soon as he answered, the pressure decreases, but he can still feel Sandrath's hand around his neck and a sudden burning sensation around his injury. It was very similar to the time Savarna had healed him, but it lacked any trace of comforting warmth. It didn't fix the tear in his shirt and the stain that was drying in to it.

"So, he finally speaks!" Sandrath's words were followed by laughter as he moves to stand in front of him while keeping a hold on Xander's neck.

The rest of Sandrath's words went ignored since Xander's attention was focused on the murderous expression he was seeing. Something he said must have struck a nerve in the other being. This wouldn't end well and he should take his leave before it got worse. Without another word, he started to slip in to the shadows. The process was slow, but it was enough to cause Sandrath to stop in the middle of whatever he was saying to look at Xander with interest.

"Well, aren't you a bit of a surprise." The tone was flat, but Sandrath didn't bother to grab Xander from disappearing in to the shadows.

Well, you're obviously way younger. And you're not as tall. So yeah, tiny Bertl. How old are you, fifteen? Seventeen, at most?

[ Still cute at sixteen, daw. ]

Uhm... sixteen? Almost seventeen I guess...

[Youre kind of throwing him for a loop here, Ryan-san...]

Wow, sixteen... That's way cute.

[ Tiny boyfriend... Bertholdt would be so embarrassed if he knew. ]

So what's Bertl like at sixteen?

Holy shit you're cute.

[Mac is reasonably attractive but kind of off limits because age differences.

This kid's open.]

Edited 2013-11-11 06:20 (UTC)

The first thing that original Roxy does is break all of Kurosawa's bottles of alcohol. Every single one.

Then she does her best to push her out into the public, trying to get Kurosawa to form as many friends as possible because Lalonde knows just how bad loneliness can fuck you up and damn is that not a path Kurosawa gets to go down, especially when there are more than, like, six people in the world.

Lalonde also does her best to get Kurosawa to reconcile with her mother, although whether this goes well is debatable. The thing is, Lalonde sees Kurosawa as her pre-game self (which she basically is), and so is desperate to keep her on a better path. Kurosawa is as likely to accept Lalonde as a wise mentor who has her shit together as she is to reject her in a "shut the fuck up this isn't a phase mom it's who i am" tantrum, depending on her mood and probably on how drunk she is at the time.

Dude.

Dude.

Your empress killed my entire planet what the fuck.

Uh... You mean him, right? Not... me...

"Yeah," Banagher answers, more out of habit than anything. He'd known it'd be different, but — well. He might be staring, but more in an effort to wrap his brain around the sight. Having a literal embodiment of who someone you know once was was a little...

...startling.

"Well, one of them."

Whoa!

[He almost dodges it. Almost. He sank into the ground pretty quickly, but he wasn't expecting the blade, and the tip of it ends up a few inches into his shoulder. It's not so bad right now, but it could get really nasty if he doesn't get it fixed.

He maneuvers underground quickly and then pops out a good thirty feet away, invisible first before popping back into view. He's hovering in mid-air and begins tossing ecto-blasts at the guy.]

[Dammit, why do you have to almost make him feel bad for his intense distrust.]

There's not much else to say, is there.

I'M NOT BONERING AT ANYONE

Don't tell me you don't even know about the obvious crush he has on you.

[HAHA NOPE]

Don't try to act like you don't know, you piece of shit.

[Okay, maybe he really doesn't know what his past self did, but Eren doesn't exactly have the most rational response to some people.]

And you thought it was your business to tell me because...?

[ UH-OH SHE'S PISSED AGAIN

IT'S LIKE DEALING WITH ELLIE WHILE SHE HAS PMS

SUPER PMS ]

I suppose not.

For the record, Alan trusts me.

[ This sounding more like a point of pride than it probably should. Because. Because Alan. ]

You have at least eight boners right now. Give it up, creeplord! You ain't getting your Earth human irons in my fire!

Of course we are called trolls. Where do you think the inspiration for your sacred Earth human art of trolling comes from? God.

And you'd be surprised! She is just hiding her secret and all-consuming love for justice from you. You should talk to her about it more! Fill her sponge clots with every possible factlet about human justice that you can. She'll love it! I guarantee it.

Yeah, she does that. What a scamp, right? What wiiiiiiiillllllll she get up to next.

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