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[torankusu]

Who: Trunks and people (maybe you)
Where: Various places
When: middle of the month up until the player plot
Format: [ like this ]
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Summary: smol Trunks doing some things with people. some closed prompts with an open prompt.


( GOTEN; trees and thangs )
[ A little ways out of the city and from everyone really, Trunks climbs his way up the tallest tree that he can find and makes his way pretty much right to the top. It's once he's found a rather sturdy branch that he throws his blanket over it and takes a seat across it, looking down to see how far Goten is from him since Trunks went up ahead first to make sure there weren't any monsters or anything that would cause them problems. ]

Hey, Goten! What's taking you so long?

[ Sheesh, talk about a slowpoke. He better not have found that nest of baby birds on the way up. ]



( ROKUROU; swords and thangs )
[ On the day that he and Rokurou are to meet for lunch and sword shopping, Trunks comes to gently touch down on the ground after flying his way over to their meeting location in Shaarnath, his backpack slung over his shoulder and a rather determined look on his face. Well, there's also a smile, because he's been looking forward to this but the name of this game is to find himself THE PERFECT SWORD and Rokurou has offered to help. Or was picked to help whether he wanted to or not. Kids or something.

Either way, when Trunks spots the other, he makes his way over and, reaching out, tugs on his pant leg much like he had done back when they did their sword training. ]

Hey, I brought water in case we get thirsty since it can be hot around here.

[ It's good to plan ahead after all. ]


( ZARKON; hunting and thangs )
[ This Herodotus creature sure sounds like it might be a bit of a challenge and what is it that Saiyans adore? A good fight and a good challenge, so of course Trunks signs himself up for this. Unfortunately one needs a partner for this but, so long as his partner can handle himself? He doesn't mind and it shows in the way he approaches Zarkon, coming to stand beside him. ]

You ready then? [ Tilting his head. ] You gonna take one of those flying bikes?

[ Since, well, Trunks doesn't need that or an airship. ]



( OPEN; just thangs )
[ Pretty much up until the player plot kicks into high gear, Trunks will be found around the market looking in various windows of shops, handing out more THE KNIGHTS OF THRAS posters, feeding animals under a bridge, even having lunch by himself on a bench with his papers and sword set aside. Feel free to bump into him wherever you'd like, if you'd like, he's a good kid who's just puttering around town. ]

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[rokubro]

[It's not often that he has someone accompany him on his sword jaunts (more like never), so having Trunks tagging along will be an interesting and perhaps fun experience. ...Or tiresome given how the kid is, but eh. Whatever anyone normal else might think, Rokurou is all for spreading the joy of swordsmanship and is more than willing to put up with whatever may come from the kid.

Whether they actually find the sword...


The swordsman had been staring over in the general direction of Thras's temple lost in thought when he feels the tug on his pant leg. Blinking he looks down and upon seeing Trunks, a grin immediately forms.]

What took you so long, man, I was about to fall asleep. [Just a teasing grin before he continues.] But don't worry about me. As a daemon I don't have to worry about food or water that much, so you can have most of it.

[Not that it wouldn't feel refreshing every now and then, but he'll let the kid have priority since he's right—it can get hot and dry and they'll be going to places with even hotter furnaces.]

[torankusu]

[ He can have most of it, huh? ]

Ok, but you better not complain later if I end up drinking it all.

[ To which, he hoists his backpack up a little more, both hands holding to the strap slung over his shoulder.

With having been here before, Trunks is dressed in shorts a t-shirt with a pair of goggles resting atop his head in case a lot of sand starts blowing up. There's nothing at all fancy about his clothes just "cool", if anything, because he's an eight year old kid who dresses himself so yeah.

That being said, he begins to walk ahead of Rokurou and glances back to him, expecting him to follow and eventually lead the way. ]

So what can you do as a daemon anyway? Can you fly and stuff?

[ That's right, he really doesn't care about Rokurou being a daemon. How can he when he's half-Saiyan? ]

[rokubro]

[It's definitely an...interesting way to dress, but given how Rokurou usually dresses as if he just walked out of a steampunk version of feudal Japan—can't judge. (Steampunk flair not really his choice...)

But yes, yes, he'll let the kid lead—mostly. They'll be hanging to the main road for a while so he'll just walk alongside him, an arm tucked lazily inside half of his robes.]

Nah, nothing like that—I mean there are daemons like that. For the most part I've stayed the same, but I did get a few perks like increased strength, endurance, and some of my senses are more attuned to things.

[torankusu]

[ Increased strength and endurance huh? That just makes Trunks want to spar against him in hand-to-hand combat and see how well he holds up against him. little does he know how SOON that will be. ]

So then I guess you don't turn into a scary monster or anything, right?

[ And as he says that, he puts his two hands up and curls his fingers as if they were claws on a werewolf, even giving a pretty good grrr!! for sound effects purpose. Of course, he laughs a little then and keeps up with their pace, glancing around a little here and there as they go. ]

Maybe you should come have a sleepover with me and Goten and you can tell scary stories or something. You look like you'd be good at telling them.

[rokubro]

[If it's actual hand-to-hand, Trunks would actually win since while he can hold his own for a while, actual martial arts isn't his thing.

But he just laughs at Trunks impression.]

Not yet. One day I might, but for now I'm happy and proud to maintain my human form.

But I don't know if you'd really be able to handle the stories I could tell.

[Is that a smirk? That is definitely a smirk.]

[zariconic]

I am ready.

[He says this in all confidence. Of course. When is he not ready? He glances at the bike, which is—odd to him, as the empire doesn't have bikes, but he can adapt.]

I've had some time to practice with this vehicle. It may be useful.

[Unfortunately, he doesn't have his lion here. He does have his armor, which has a propulsion system, but it has its limits. It's not exactly flight capable, in the traditional sense. Although he's sure it will be of assistance in the hunt.]

[torankusu]

[ Having to ride one of these bikes or not, Trunks does think the armor is pretty cool and he smiles a little, even with arms folded against his chest. ]

Uh, by the way... are you a knight or something?

[ But then... he doesn't seem to have a shield or sword... unless it's tucked away somewhere? Hmm... maybe. ]

[zariconic]

I'm a paladin.

[Which is similar to a knight. So, in a manner of speaking, yes.

Zarkon does have his weapons with him, as usual, just as he usually has his armor with him. But he doesn't share that information, because he doesn't see a need at present. In good time.]

And I am an emperor.

[An important detail, never to be forgotten. Zarkon isn't an expansive conversationalist generally, and he's distracted by his eagerness for the hunt, but he does remember his social graces.]

And you?

[torankusu]

[ A paladin? Trunks scratches at his cheek as he takes a moment to really try and figure that one out. But when the emperor part is thrown in, his blue eyes blink a little in surprise before he comes to smile rather brightly. ]

An emperor? Really? So you're kinda like a prince or something?

[ Hey, so's his dad! A prince, that is. ]

Don't you have a special weapon or something then?

[ That's just... what emperors and the like have, right? And speaking of, Trunks floats up then, showing that he's ready to get going whenever this guy here is. ]

[zariconic]

I was once a prince, before I ascended to the throne. That was when I took on the title of emperor.

[But he's aware that succession and titles may work differently in other societies. So that doesn't necessarily follow.]

Yes, I do. You will be able to see it in action, soon.

[Zarkon doesn't draw his weapon yet. Instead, he mounts the bike. It was made for humans and not Galra, and he's much larger than your average human, but he manages to wrangle it well enough to ride up after Trunks. He does look a little oversized compared to the bike, but he can make do.]

[waitingforhope]

[It was in the market she would find him.]

[Dressed in a slightly more casual outfit, her hair still a bit damp from that morning's shower--(she may have spent a little too long under the hot water. Enjoying a luxury she hadn't known in so long)--and with a basket in hand. Food, mostly. She weaved in and out of the fresher displays, taking her time to admire the selection. Recalling how to discern which pieces of fruit were at their freshest. Which vegetables mixed well together. Which cuts of meat would be easiest to cook.]

[Not to mention...how much she could currently afford on their her budget.]

[By chance, she caught glimpse of his familiar mop of hair. The same she had left in the apartment earlier, only at a much lower height. And for a moment, she considered walking away. Not wanting to anger him further. It was a mixture of cautious curiosity and a strong desire to make amends that pushed her forward, however, and she allowed herself to be seen.]

...Trunks.

[Knowing the boy, there was a chance he would have sensed her presence, anyway.]

[torankusu]

[ He's quite capable of such a thing, it's true. But Trunks here had been so busy pinning a couple posters to a sort of market corkboard that he hadn't really sensed her up until his name had been called and that's when he turns around with those curious blue eyes of his.

When he sees Mai, he stands there and there's a look of somewhat apprehension that comes over him. The last time they had spoke, well... he had sort of run off on her, upset about what he had learned and he hasn't spoken to her since. He hasn't been avoiding her, to be honest, just... he's had a lot of other things on his mind... and work to do with The Knights of Thras.

Still, he comes to hold his posters against his chest as he stands there and allows his blue eyes to trail their gaze off to the side for a moment before he looks back to her. ]

Uh, hi...

[ Not at all awkward, totally nailed it. ]

[waitingforhope]

[He, at least, had the excuse of youth. Meanwhile, Mai was feeling pretty awkward herself. Lightly shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she held the basket of groceries in hand. Unbothered by the weight so much as the cumbersomeness of their existence at the moment.]

I'm glad I ran into you, actually.

[She figured she might as well just get it over with. Inhaling once, she knelt down just enough to better meet his gaze...and lightly bowed her head.]

I wanted to apologize. For last time.

[torankusu]

[ When Mai comes to kneel, Trunks sort of just STARES for a long moment, even taking a step back. He's not... sure what's going on here?? Why is she apologizing when he's the one who rudely ran off on her after what she had told him? And after he had more or less demanded she answer him rather than simply brush it off. It has Trunks feel awkward and he blinks a couple times before he looks away from her for only a moment. ]

Uh... you didn't do anything wrong, though... so I don't see why you want to apologize.

[ Is his future self going to drop out of the sky and bean him on the head for this? ]

[waitingforhope]

[His reaction only further cemented the notion in her mind that an apology was necessary. Not out of any guilt of having done wrong. Just the opposite: she knew telling him had been the right choice. He'd deserved to know, deserved to be given a chance to hear and react to the truth.]

[He was a child, yes, but so were Haru and Maki. And those brave little souls had faced far worse horrors than anything she'd let him in on.]

I upset you.

[...but that didn't mean she didn't feel a little bad about it.]

I know what I had to say was probably the last thing in the world you wanted to hear. I could have lied. Told you something to make you feel better. But...I couldn't. You deserved the truth, and for that, I'm sorry.

[sonofson]

[He....might have. Goten has always had a bit of a soft hard for nature and animals. This new world is treated no different so it's not uncommon for the young half-saiyan to stop and get distracted by something that catches his eye.

He does eventually make it up the tree, climbing with one arm as he holds his other hand against his chest. He sits on the same branch as Trunks, grinning.]

Well I did kinda make a friend!

[Cue a little squirrel popping it's head out of his gi as Goten flashes a big grin]

[torankusu]

[ Trunks is not even surprised when he sees the squirrel pop their head out and he just SIGHS at his friend. ]

Of course you did.

[ But, even with that being said, he fishes around in his pocket and pulls out a bag of treats he brought along for them, setting it between them on the branch so they can easily dig in with their hands. ]

You know, being away from everything and up here is kinda nice. Everything feels like a mess.

[sonofson]

[Goten idly kicks his feet as the squirrel moves from inside his shirt to his shoulder.]

Yeah...with Gohan stuck the way he is, it really makes me miss home...

[He really misses his mom and his dad too. There's lots of friendly people in this weird place but that doesn't make him miss home any less.]

I'm glad you're here with me, Trunks. Even if everything is a mess at least that hasn't changed.

[torankusu]

That's 'cause we always stick together no matter what, right?

[ And Trunks smiles a little to Goten before he reaches into the bag and takes out some of the snack he's brought for them, shoving it into his mouth. ]

I got into a fight with the other me. You know, the one from the future.

[ He huffs a little at that and swings his legs over the branch so that he's sitting a little more properly on it and stares out to everything around them. With being able to fly, heights or the thought of unexpectedly falling off a branch up a tree is never exactly a fear one needs to worry about. ]

I guess it was kinda dumb but I was mad at him.

[sonofson]

You fought with him?

[He thought he felt something but just figured they were sparing like Gohan and he use to do sometimes. He looks at Trunks curiously. Is it really a good idea to fight an older-bigger verison of yourself?]

What were you mad about? Did he say something mean to you Trunks?

[Goten hasn't spent too much time around the Future Trunks. He seems to want to keep to himself more anyway. Maybe Goten should reach out to him more..]

that last one if a late tag-in is okay!

[inheirence]

[ The sight of Trunks with his posters gives him pause as he passes by, but after a moment of wondering why that face seems familiar, it clicks for him. Oscar's glad that he appears to have come back from Brinndosi safely, and at the additional sight of one of those papers slipping out and falling to the ground, he breaks from his course to walk over and pick it up. ]

Here, you dropped... this? [ While reading it over, his tone turns quizzical. ] Thras has his own knights?

totally fine! you're not late at all!

[torankusu]

[ Oh! Trunks recognizes Oscar and he comes to smile a little sheepishly when he's questioned about his posters. Well, he DID draw them himself. ]

Uh, yeah! I guess you didn't hear, huh?

[ Cue awkward laughter and scratching his cheek. ]

I'm looking to recruit some people.

thank you!!

[inheirence]

No, I didn't...

[ He tries to tune out the network like 50% of the time, and now he turns a little sheepish, too, not having meant to make Trunks feel awkward. ]

People who are aligned to him?

[torankusu]

[ Well... that's ok. Trunks here is just one who tends to eavesdrop listen to conversations on the amulets when he's bored and sometimes even makes a couple transmissions there himself. However. when he's questioned about the knights, he shakes his head, posters being tucked under his arm. ]

I mean, I guess it makes more sense if you are like me? But it's not just for protecting Thras. It's also for protecting others because we should probably be taking care of each other if we live here.

[inheirence]

[ Even if it was just for Thras' sake, that's something he'd agree as being pretty worthwhile, but that it's about much more is even better, and there's a flicker of surprise from him before a smile slowly takes form. ]

Yeah, you're right. I hadn't thought there'd be a group for it— [ It's always seemed to him like there are a lot of people doing that anyway, especially with the turnout for the expedition. ] — but helping others is something I believe in, too. That's a great goal.