Open Post the Sequel

[desertions]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[cautious]

"Well, yeah, but you're also... And correct me if I'm wrong, because I'm not an expert on vampires or anything, I just know what I've heard of myth and legend— but you're dead. Sensing ki is kind of tied to lifeforce and being dead doesn't really leave you with much life. Your power level is high, but you're also not alive..."

Hopefully he didn't assume wrong with that.

[easily]

"But my body works like it as. As long as I eat and drink regular food it tends to function as normal."

So in theory, she could maybe still sense lifeforce. Maybe. Who knows really combining canons is an adventure for all to discover.

[cautious]

"Okay, let's try this: Focus on the parts of you that feel the most alive, now try to feel that from me. I'm going to raise my power level up. You won't be able to see it," not unless he goes Super Saiyan, but she doesn't know he can do that yet, "but you might be able to feel it."

Trunks takes a few steps back as a precaution. He knows better than to get too close to people who aren't used to it when raising his power levels. He grazed his mom once with that invisible power aura when he was a kid. Needless to say, it wasn't pretty.

"Here it goes." Like lifting a floodgate partway, Trunks allows his power level to rise closer to what it actually is when he isn't keeping a damper on it.

[easily]

Even if he had hurt her, she heals instantly. She's not particularly worried. But for now she's instead focusing on what he's saying. She tries to draw on herself, the parts of her that still feel alive. Like the blood pumping through her veins.

And then she tries to feel the same from him. At first she doesn't feel anything but then slowly there's a slight...something.

"I think I sense something."

[cautious]

Grinning, Trunks lets go a bit more — and a little too quickly. The ground at his feet cracks under the force of his power, the concrete unable to withstand the sort of aura that rolls off a Saiyan hybrid.

"How about now? I'd go Super Saiyan to see if you'd feel that, but that would probably attract more attention than I'm willing to deal with right now."

Willing being the key word. There's no question as to whether or not Trunks would be able to handle whoever decided to take an interest in him, but in spite of the blood pulsing in his veins, he wasn't the type that went looking for a fight. he wasn't goku

[easily]

It's impressive, to say the least. Just the visual force of it is a sight to see -- but what she feels is even more impressive. What was a slight force before feels much stronger, and she smiles at that realization -- this alien kid was tougher than he looked.

"I don't know what a Super Saiyan is but I'll take your word for it. If it's more powerful than this it probably would draw attention, and not the pleasant kind."

[cautious]

"It's an ascension state, a higher level of being."

For a moment — the briefest of moments — his eyes go pupil-less and flash a bright teal, but then he clamps down on his power level all together, masking it once more. He looks down at his feet and frowns.

"Oops. Looks like I gave it a little too much."

[easily]

Her eyes widen a little at the brief flicker of gold hair. And then things go back to normal as sudden as they changed.

"I can honestly say in my very long life I have never seen anything like that."

[cautious]

While he can take them, it's possible Trunks may regret giving Rebekah that demonstration. However brief the moment wherein he brushed up against the trigger point of ascension into a Super Saiyan was, it was enough. Enough to attract the attention of New Orleans' magical inclined population who are, somewhere, trying to make sense of the sudden burst of foreign power that is now on their radar.

"I'm not surprised. My father's race is mostly extinct, and not many have even gotten close to being able to become a Super Saiyan."

[easily]

The witches probably felt it more than anyone else -- they tend to be the most in tuned with the earth and life, after all. Of course, if her brother figures out there's someone possible stronger than him here -- someone he could view as a threat --

Well that'll be a mess.

"So you're special then, is that what you're telling me?" She asks curiously, raising a brow.

[cautious]

Klaus trying to take on Trunks would be a spectacle for all to see. Especially if Trunks was determined not to fight back. It would be a lot of dodging and blurring around at speeds the human eye was incapable of keeping up with. Trunks was stronger, faster— From what he knew of her brother, that would be absolutely unacceptable.

But Trunks was also half-alien. He was cheating, in a way. Cheating at being better, cheating at being stronger. He was more formidable than anything this world had to offer, because his father wasn't from this world. His DNA was only half-human, and while there were aspects of his human physiology that played a part in amplifying his strength, that wouldn't be possible without the parts of him that were bred on another planet.

"I wouldn't call the last living member of a dying race special."

[easily]

"It depends on how you look at it."

Her family had always taken in pride in being the only ones of their kind really. The Originals. There are less of them than there used to be, but the three that remain proud of it all the same.

If what you are is superior, how is that note special? Not that Rebekah hasn't longed for normalacy at times, but.

[cautious]

"I choose to look at it as a great loss. My father's planet, his people-- they were destroyed by a galactic overlord who rampaged his way across the galaxy, destroying worlds and killing those he couldn't enslave. My father was one of a handful of Saiyans to survive, and by the time I was born, there were only two. One of them died from a heart disease, and my father died when the Androids attacked. There was another halfling like me, but the Androids got him, too."

Trunks doesn't elaborate on who that halfling was, but he seems more tore up about that last death than he does the others. He never knew the Vegeta and Goku of his time, but he was very close to Gohan. He was the brother and father figures he never had, the mentor who taught him everything he knew about fighting and being a Saiyan.

Knowing the Gohan from the other timeline somehow doesn't make up for having lost the one from his.

[easily]

Rebekah's expression grows more sympathetic. Loss she can understand. She's felt it acutely more than few times in her life. Of her large family only three of them remain now. Or as far as she knows, anyway.

She notices the last one seems to get the most pain out of the boy, though she has the courtesy not to comment on it.

"I'm sorry to hear that. It's never easy to lose those we care about."

[cautious]

"I only really knew Gohan -- the other halfling. My father and Goku died when I was really little. I don't remember them. Not the ones from my timeline, anyway."

Trunks has grown so used to casually passing from timeline to timeline that he's forgotten that mentioning time travel isn't exactly the norm for everyone. Not everyone is a Briefs, has Bulma for a mother, or inherited her intelligence. Just because he can repair a time machine doesn't mean the people of Rebekah's world even have the ability to build one, let alone fix one that's broken.

[easily]

"Your timeline?"

There's another sound of surprise. Like aliens, this is something new for Rebekah. In a thousand years she's seen a lot of magic, a lot of spells that defy sense or logic, but she's never seen time travel. She can't help but be curious.

[cautious]

"Uh—" Crapbaskets. "Y-yeah, I'm, uh, sort of from an alternate timeline? Which, I guess is an alternate timeline of an alternate reality where your world is concerned."

It makes perfect sense in his Briefs brain. He may have his father's fighting spirit, but unlike his counterpart, this Trunks's brain is hardwired more like this mother's.

"We built a time machine, tried to go back and stop everyone from dying. It worked, but instead of fixing my timeline, my interference in the past just created an offshoot— Another timeline where things didn't get as bad as they did in mine."

[easily]

Rebekah is intelligent -- perhaps not as smart as the Briefs are but you don't live as long as she has without picking up some knowledge, and learning how to radically accept some crazy sounding concepts.

"And then you somehow ended up here instead of your original timeline?"

She thinks she's followed along right.

[cautious]

"Miscalculations. Or some sort of disturbance in the time stream, which is more likely. Those are impossible to predict, and there's no way I could've worked that into my projections. Doing the math for something that has a one in a trillion chance of happening on a scale that ranges from nothing to world-ending is like asking a rock to write a research paper. It's just not going to happen. I mean, it could, but you'd basically be spending the rest of your life working out the details of every single what if scenario."

And nobody had time for that, which is why Bulma willingly sent her son into the past knowing that one of those what ifs could happen and she'd lose him forever. But things had gotten so bad that a chance at making things better was worth the risk.

"I've been working on repairs, but this world... kind of leaves a lot to be desired. I'm having to make modifications. A lot of modifications."

Good thing Briefs are like MacGyvers. They can build anything out of nothing.

[easily]

"Is there anything in particular you need? I could probably help you find it?"

Not that she has any obligation to -- but she's curious to see and hear more about his strange world and inventions. It's so rare to run into something actually new for a vampire as old as she is. She might as well take advantage of it while she can.

[cautious]

"You sure? It's some pretty high tech stuff. I could probably break in to all the places that carry have the stuff I need -- actually, I know I could -- but that wouldn't make taking it right. Just because I could knock this planet out of orbit doesn't mean I should, you know?"

Saiyans. Casually flaunting their god-like abilities around like it's just something you do. Tsk, tsk.

[easily]

"I don't see why not. I could make it so they wouldn't even realize you took anything. It'd be like nothing happened."

Vampires, flaunting their abilities and questionable morals like it's nothing.

[cautious]

"Are you offering to pay them off?"

Such an innocent suggestion, contrasting hard against his often violent nature. Rebekah has a lot of nice things, so he assumes she's loaded like his family is -- or used to be. They don't have as much money as they used to, given the state the future's in.

[easily]

"Not exactly, though I could do that as well."

She does have a lot of money -- all of it gained by less than legal manners.

[cautious]

At least the Briefs can say that their fortune was amassed through honest means.

"What do you mean?"