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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. ]

Comments

[torankusu]

Is that important?

[ And he just... shakes Rokurou's hair a little. ]

Come on, please? When have I let you down?

[rokubro]

Technically no, but was kind of wondering if I'm going to get into trouble with anyone in particular if they find out I bought you a sword.

If I buy it.

[torankusu]

[ He sees you caving, Rokurou. ]

No! I'm with the Knights of Thras, remember?

[rokubro]

Fair enough.

[A small sigh before he resumes walking.]

Let's first see if we can even find you a sword. Then we'll figure out how you'll get it.

[torankusu]

[ Well, that'll do? For now. But Trunks just smiles as he goes back to gently holding onto Rokurou's hair. ]

Hey, do you wanna join the Knights of Thras? You like Thras, right?

[rokubro]

[His hair is surprisingly soft for all that thick mess that it is. Enjoy it.]

The Knights of Thras, huh? [Hm...] I dunno, I don't think I'm really cut out to be a "knight."

[torankusu]

[ So soft and perfect to shake. Curiously, Trunks looks around that mop of hair to try and look to Rokurou's face. ]

Why not? Are you a prince, too?

[rokubro]

[PFFTT HAHA. No really that gets a laugh.]

Not by a long shot. I just meant that you won't want a daemon like me in your ranks. [Especially since...ah ha. Certain things to come.] I'm more like a mercenary than a knight.

[torankusu]

But that doesn't sound cool. The Mercenaries of Thras?

[ THE FACE he makes at such a name... ]

Well, how about you can help out sometimes then? You can be like a friend to the Knights of Thras.

[rokubro]

I think I can do that—if I have time. [A light grin.

Really, any other time he would have been more receptive to the idea because hey, there's definitely something going on with Thras and some kind of rebellious factions. He's seen the signs for it, so there's bound to be opportunities for some fights. But given what he knows will eventually happen on the horizon, he just continues to dodge and evade as best as he can.

And now he's going to put his most solid excuse out.]

I should probably tell you so you don't misunderstand, but I've been focusing on my training, particularly with dunamis. So lately I've been sparring with Thras.

[torankusu]

[ Well that's all fine and dandy that he sort of got Rokurou to agree to that until- ]

WHAT?!

[ And Trunks grabs a fistful of hair in each hand. ]

And you didn't take me with you?!

[rokubro]

Ow ow ow ow watch the hair WATCH THE HAIR!!!!

[torankusu]

[ Quickly, Trunks takes his hands off Rokurou's head and touches his cheeks instead. ]

Why didn't you tell me?! Are you trying to spend more time with him than me?!

[rokubro]

[Aaah man that's going to sting...]

What? No, of course not.

[torankusu]

[ Maybe you need a haircut, Rokurou. Do you want Trunks to give you one?? On the house. ]

You better not.

[ He narrows his eyes a little at Rokurou's head before hands slip away from cheeks. ]

I still have to race Thras.

[rokubro]

[Excuse you no?? Hair is a man's pride and all that.

Also don't get all yandere, man.]

I think there's plenty of Thras to share. [Just a wry response as he glances up at Trunks.] Maybe you should try asking him to spar, too. He enjoys it, anyway.

[Let's see they've been walking for a while. The place to turn is...aha, down this alley.]

[torankusu]

[ Thras is his buddy, ok? The Knights of Thras?? Helloooooo. ]

I'm used to sparring with my dad or Goten. I've never sparred against a dragon before. I don't want to really hurt Thras.

[rokubro]

[He just laughs.]

I know you're strong, Trunks, but he can definitely handle it. I have yet to come even close to beating him. Besides, he's the Arehtei of courage and leads a people full of warrior. Of course he likes to fight.

[torankusu]

Yeah, I guess.

[ Arms come to stretch out on either side of Rokurou's neck and Trunks lets his head rest against the back of the daemon's head as they go. He's silent for a little bit before he finally begins to mutter again.]

Hey, Rokurou? Have you ever had someone important to you leave this place?

[rokubro]

You're full of topics today... [But he just tilts his head just slightly as an indication that he's listening.

More importantly this particular topic...]

But no. Granted I haven't really been here long enough so those I've met who have left were people I didn't know all that well.

[Small pause.]

I take it you did.

[torankusu]

[ Trunks remains quiet even after the remark is made and, for a boy who is usually so bright and bratty, it's clear that this is a little more serious for their talks. ]

My dad did.

[ He says that with small hands coming to curl into fists against his knees. ]

He wasn't here very long but he disappeared anyway. So did the other Gohan.

[ Hands come to slip away from his knees and gently hold some of Rokurou's hair then. ]

Before I came here, Goten and I tried to help my dad because there was someone trying to destroy the Earth... but he wouldn't let us and he knocked me out and when I woke up... I found out he died.

[ Frowning, he looks to the back of Rokurou's head. ]

People don't come back here very often, do they?

[rokubro]

[As Trunks speaks, Rokurou's pace slows a bit until he finally stops at the end. He only shifts his head slightly as if to glance toward him before he resumes moving forward.]

I see... I'm sorry you've had to go through that. [He reaches up with both hands to lightly place them on Trunks's legs, as if to help support him both physically and emotionally.

But...damn. Yet another case of someone who has to watch their loved one return to nothing. He might not be able to feel true sadness, but he does feel sympathy and understands that this isn't easy. Hell, he's seen much worse reactions.]

I don't know how often people leave and come back. Apparently I've been here once before a while ago, but I have no memory of it, so there's that, too.

[There's a small pause before he continues.]

Do you want him to come back?

[torankusu]

Of course I do, he's my dad.

[ Even if he was... slightly different due to being from another timeline or something... and even with being told that, supposedly, everything will work out and that his dad will come back, he can't be sure. Not when there's an alternate version of himself here because... who's to say he himself isn't from some other timeline then and not the one that lines up with his mom? It's all just... confusing.

But, going back to the whole revelation that even Rokurou has left before and is now here again... ]

I don't want you to leave again because then what if you come back and don't remember me?

[ Maybe that's selfish of him to say, but, it's how he feels. ]

I understand why people don't always want to make friends here and I thought of doing that myself when my dad left.

[ Pausing, he looks to his fingers curled (gently) in those dark strands of hair. ]

But I want to help people, too. Because that's what my dad would do... that's what my dad tried to do. So I want to do that, too.

[ Even if it's being something as ridiculous as a Knight of Thras. ]

[rokubro]

[Hearing that someone actually doesn't want him to leave? That's new. Hell, for the past couple of weeks, he's begun to realize that whether he intended it or not, he's actually made quite a number of social relationships, including actual friendships. And that...is a very strange thought for a daemon who had pretty much turned whatever friendships he had into tools towards his own personal revenge. A daemon who for the past three years had only really looked out for himself. Yes he had always been relatively friendly, but actual connections?

That's not the kind of world he comes from. That's not the kind of life he expected to ever have again and honestly didn't think twice or care. He had his sword, he had his fights, that's it. That's all he really needed to be content and happy.

So this is all...very strange. It's like he's living like a human again, with people not caring (as much) about what he is and just for who he is. Isn't that exactly what he wanted? How did this all happen—it's baffling.

But. It's not necessarily a bad feeling, either. He's fine being alone. He's fine being with people. He's so indifferent it doesn't really matter all that much, but...it's hard to deny that even if it's just a little nudge, being thought of that way is kind of nice.

A little foolish and naive because what, they haven't known each other for that long, but nice.

And yet overhanging all of this is the plan Velvet is getting ready to set in motion. A goal that ties directly to what they're talking about. He still has his reservations, but...

Maybe...it's not such a stupid thing to try after all.]

You're not the first who told me they thought about keeping their distance. I know someone who has been here for years, apparently, and he's seen many of his friends come and go. Kid like you, actually—Emizel? Dunno if you've met him. Anyway I'll tell you what I told him.

Meeting people, making friends and those connections—they may be brief or they might last forever even after their gone. I think what's important isn't so much "who" you meet, but the experiences you share and how they help you grow as a person. Sometimes it hurts, but that's just life.

So I think you're on the right track. It's tough, but pushing forward is what you really need to do. And it's good that you want to follow your dad's footsteps, but don't forget you should also work on your path, too, and do things because you yourself want to.

[A small shrug.]

That's just what I think, anyway. And—[He turns to look at him with a grin.] Even if I did leave and return without my memories, I think we'd become friends again pretty quick.

[torankusu]

[ The fact that they've been able to jump from one topic to another so effortlessly and without any sort of awkward pause or feeling between them sure says something and... maybe it's needed? In a sense, at least.

But, as Rokurou talks, Trunks listens and it's only after a moment that he comes to pull his backpack around a little so that he can unzip a pocket to reach inside.

Maybe for an adult... maybe for someone who's had different experiences than him, it makes sense with the whole accepting that people can and will inevitably leave you at some point during your life and that the experiences of those friendships and relationships are really what it all boils down to in the end. But for an eight year old who, while still relatively smart for his age, is still just a kid with a lack of life experience overall, he's not so sure he can agree with that so easily. ]

I want to protect my friends and people I care about. Even people who can't protect themselves.

[ Perhaps an insight into his creating The Knights of Thras aside from protecting his Arehtei and finding knights to be cool. ]

And I don't want to forget about anyone here or have them forget me.

[ To which, after a little digging around in the pocket, he pulls out a leather cord that has a small pebble or stone of some sort tied to it and holds it out for Rokurou. ]

Here. I was making these for the Knights of Thras because they kinda look like dragon eggs [ they're not, thankfully. ] and even though you're not one of the knights, if one of us leaves and forgets the other, if we have these, we can see that we know each other because I have one, too.