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[espigeonage]

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Because all our characters are the modern reincarnates of the characters we know and love, you need a modern mundane AU! Post your character with a couple details about who they are now. Use a prompt to set the scene! And tag around.

->Stranding Shower Inclement weather has suddenly forced you to take shelter. There's someone else under this overhang or bus stop - this might take a while, so you might as well get to know them.

->Mafia Menace Armed thugs with catlike mutations are attacking someone to tell them to stay out of the metaplot! This will end well!

->Cliffside Calamity Vegas has turned into a city atop a mountain. Things are somehow intact, but now the front door to something you have to get in or out of overlooks a sheer drop.

->Superhuman Sighting You have an interest in seeing one of the numbered - is that one there?

->Superhuman Surprise You felt hollow for a moment, and now you're numbered! Suddenly you're that much closer to canon and manifesting a mutation, a power, or a strange memory! Probably in public!

->Wild Card Combine prompts or pick something less alliterative! Monsters! Cultists! Boring days at the mall!

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The Cat | Tortall Universe

[topurrdivine]

[A cat has taken shelter from the rain, tail curled neatly around its paws. Its eyes are strikingly purple.

...Wait, is that your cat? Surely it didn't have purple eyes before. dude idk if I'm going to play the Cat but if I do, starting as a pet sounds fun. Give me a few lines about the animal's personality, I'll see if I can integrate it into everyone's favorite constellation.]

Lleld Kemberaene | Dragonlords

[satisfactionbroughtback]

[In March Laurel Kendall echoed back a dormant dragonsoul which pushed her to falling out of love. This led to breaking an engagement, and she has been making her way in Vegas in the time since. Now, wracked by claustrophobic Echoes, she's leaning out the doorway of a shitty little apartment building, looking down at quite a drop. She pulls back - and then takes a running leap out into thin air!

Laurel's body barely starts to fall before dissolving into a red mist which spreads and spreads, forming a winged shape - and then there's a red dragon gliding overhead, clearly looking for a place to land.

...man I still can't decide if it's better to start her as tall and she Echoes the height of an "undersized ten-year-old" or start her short. If she's short her dragon form is around elephant size, if she's tall holy shit what.]

[and_taxes]

There is a figure making its way through a crowded marketplace. Unless one is a small child, an animal, a magic user, or an Anthropomorphic Personification it's hard to distinguish any details about it. It's... tall, yes. Probably thin. Definitely blue-eyed. The tracksuit is kind of incongruous. But basically, this is normal.*

The figure has an hourglass and keeps checking it with growing concern bordering on panic. Still, it's grinning.

*Some things are difficult for the human mind to grasp, and so it refuses to accept them. This process is very helpful in maintaining sanity.

Khordeshkhistriakhor | Tales of Kolmar

[akhorishaan]

[I tried this guy out back here. Why not try again!]

The gym where Virgil did his laps was inaccessible now, but the rising of the mountain had also led to great flooding and a huge new lake. One problem solved by something else, and now he wouldn't have to pay gym membership! No one stopped him from swimming here.

But today as he shucked his shirt he noticed some discomfort in his navel and under his fingernails. Prying at both with a pin, he dug out thin dirty slivers of gold from his nails, a kind of minute coronet from out of his stomach.

Ladd Russo | Baccano!

[boxingbuff]

[Ladd Splot was not the luckiest man in the world. His child eloped with some girl, half the force was taken away because of some illegal activities, and now the mafia were trying to take route in the city. Now, Ladd wasn't the kind of person that cared for the Numbered, truthfully, he could give less of a crap about them. But, he still had to do something, right? That was his job.

But now he was a Numbered now. Memories not belonging to him swarmed his mind, clouding it and giving him a heck of a headache.

He sat on a bench in the park, staring down at the ground. He was still in uniform.]

...This damn headache. [He groaned loudly, massaging his temples.] Just what I need on a day like today.

...And who the hell is Lua?

[He's talking to himself, don't mind him.]

Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files

[no_love_potions]

A
[Talk about your sticky situations. Harry had known that trouble was going to find him eventually if he, intrepid reporter that he is, kept poking his nose into the recent rash of mob attacks. And found him trouble had in the form of some augmented mob goons who were intent on roughing him up. He'd evaded them for awhile before they'd caught up with him in a blind alley. It all seemed lost until that weird hollowness struck again and when it cleared, he was holding a six foot length of carved oak in his hand. He didn't have time to think about it, though, when one of the goons came for him. Instinctively, he whipped the staff out and shouted the word that had come to him in a previous Echo.]

Forzare!

[And the blast of force erupts like a cannonball from the staff, streaks across the alley and catches the mobster square in the chest. The impact carries him up and out of the alley and through a window all the way across the street. Whoah, that was... way more than he'd ever thrown into that spell before and for a second, he's just staring across the road with the thugs.]

Whoah....


B
[This time, for once, Harry isn't sticking his nose into things that will get him into trouble. He's actually just out, minding his own damn business, even drinking a coffee when randomly, out of the blue, an Echo comes in.

Spacing out for a few steps, he barely notices the person coming up to him before he bumps into them. Fortunately, the impact knocks him out of the Echo trance.]

Oops, sorry.

[Unfortunately, he's not yet aware of just what this Echo returns and makes the mistake of making and holding eye contact with this person for a split second too long....]


C
[Wildcard. Hit me with one of the other options or come at me with your own. Whatever.]

Jacob Wilconson / Jib Janeen | Thrilling Adventure Hour

[hiallmybuddies]

A | Transportation | Action

[Jacob- or was it Jib now? Honestly, Jib seemed to have a nicer ring to it than his former name. In any case, Jib glanced around the bus stop, looking for anyone notable.

He wasn't sure why the past version of him was so hellbent on discovering people's secrets. But it suddenly seemed like a great idea. If he was lucky, maybe he'd run into someone from the Network. That'd be a great source of information.

And so he approached the first people he could find, waving giddily.] Hi buddy! How you doing?

B | Network | Video

[Why look, it appears a familiar face has appeared on the network. Who is it? An old friend, an old enemy, who cares? The person Jib is impersonating is a little tied up at the moment, giving him the perfect chance to cause a little chaos.]

Hi all my buddies! Its me! Your pal!

So, bad news guys. I was just minding my own business, as I do, when I was attacked! By a handsome and crafty alien spy! I've got him locked up in the next room, but he's somehow made himself look like me! Its super-duper creepy.

This could mean anyone of us could be a spy! We should hunt down the impostor and hang them! Hang the spies to death! And maybe give them our secrets? Whaddya think?

[Most clever spy ever.]