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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.

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Rebekah has lived a long time. Over a thousand years, in fact, but she's never seen someone travel through time the way this boy has claimed to. So she's a little skeptical, she can't help it. But she's also curious. In between his hands is some sort of light -- energy even. Again, not something she's ever seen before. And when you've lived as long as Rebekah has when something is that brand new?

Well you get a little curious. To say the least.

She tilts her head, raising a brow at him, as if trying to figure him out somehow. Finally she just blanketly asks:

"What are you?"

"I'll tell you, but only if you answer the same question of yourself."

Compared to a human's, her power level is off the charts. It's nowhere near being close to what he can hit (or is currently sitting at while not even trying to amp his ki up any), but it's not by any means normal.

"You probably don't know what this is, but I'm a Saiyan. Well, half. Enough that it counts."

"You're right, I don't know what a Saiyan is."

Which is interesting to say the very least. There's not much out there that she hasn't at least heard about.

"I'm a vampire." He answered her question, she supposes the least she can do is do the same.

"A vampire, huh? I didn't think those were real, but seeing as my dad was from another planet, I don't really have much room to talk."

That ought to clue her in to what a Saiyan is. He's only half-human, and the part of him that isn't human is more inhuman than anything supernatural this world has to offer.

"I didn't think aliens were real so I suppose we're about even."

She can put two and two together -- saiyans must be some sort of otherwordly beings. Which she didn't realize was a thing but there you go -- even at a thousand years old you can learn new things every day.

She's taking this well, but he supposed if anyone could handle being told that someone was part alien, it would be someone who wasn't entirely human themselves.

He told someone once, someone who'd been an innocent bystander to a fight he'd broken up. They'd asked how he was able to take on that many men and come out on top without a scratch on him. 'Inhumanly possible,' they'd said and he'd confirmed. They hadn't taken it well, and with the androids running amok, it was no wonder. He probably could've handled that with a little more tact, but he hadn't been in a very good place in the months following Gohan's death.

"Your power level is pretty impressive. Coming from someone like me, that's a compliment."

Learn to flirt, Trunks.

She's lived a thousand years. Part alien is new but it's far from the weirdest thing she's heard in her time.

"My power level?" Her brow arches a little curiously at that. There's terminology she's not particularly familiar with. He's right that it sounds like a compliment but not one she totally understands.

"Yeah. Everyone has one, but not everyone can sense them. I learned from a young age how to do it. It's basically an early warning system that tells you how strong a potential opponent's going to be. But it doesn't always work, because you can always mask your power level or keep your ki low, which is what I'm doing right now. Otherwise, I'd be a walking beacon of power to anyone looking for that sort of thing."

His father likely wouldn't approve of him explaining this to someone, but if he's trapped in this side dimension, he might as well start laying down some friendship foundations. Rebekah's been nothing but nice to him, and she didn't freak out when he told her she was Saiyan.

That's something to someone who hasn't had a lot of anything.

"And how do you learn to do such a thing?"

It seems like a skill that would come in handy. Not that there are many things out there stronger than her and her brothers but still. Having a new skill in your wheelhouse is never a bad thing.

It occurs to her that perhaps she is asking too many questions but she doesn't really care.

"Uh, well, it's kind of complicated, and it took me a while to get the hang of it. I had to practice at it practically every day, but it helped that the person who taught me how to sense it had a really high power level that was easy to pick up on once I started figuring it out. There's some humans who can do it, but not all of them have the ability to do so. I have an easier time with it since I'm half-saiyan. We're sort of built to fight and do things like that."

Rambling. Sometimes he does that, especially when he's flustered or excited. It's the Briefs blood in him.

"Right. But you just said I had a high power level, that should help, right?"

And Rebekah is naturally kind of cocky -- it comes with being an Original. She can't imagine it's something she can't learn.

"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.

"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.

"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.

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."

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~~

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."

"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."

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."

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."

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.

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."

"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.

"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.

surprise me. hit me with your best shot.

it had to happen

yes good. hybrids everywhere. forgive my rust.

no, no forgiveness for you ever

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I am the rudest

so very rude

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