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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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[ Seeming a little reluctant at first, Trunks then turns it upside down and holds the hilt out toward Rokurou. ]

Don't worry, I'll give it back. [A light, amused grin as he takes the sword and holds it up to closer inspect it.

He turns it slowly in his hands, first held vertically then horizontally. After running a finger down the line of the blade and pressing it lightly against the edge to feel the sharpness, he then turns to the side to more open space before taking a few practice swings. He's not trying to show off or anything. Only by doing this can he feel how the blade cuts through the air, how the weight and balance feels in his hands.

After one last flourish, he takes one last look at the blade before he turns back to Trunks and smiles widely, turning the sword around so that Trunks can take it back hilt first.]

That is definitely one good sword. Take a few swings yourself if you want, but I can already tell that I think you found it.

[ Trunks smiles brightly as Rokurou seems to more or less give the sword his approval and, carefully taking it back into his hands, he nods rather eagerly. ]

Yeah! It's totally the one!

[ To which, he digs around in his pocket with a hand and pulls out a bit of coin, making his way over to the swordsmith and places his coin down on a wooden stool. ]

Excuse me, is this enough for this sword?

[ Sadly... it's not even half the amount. Poor kid. ]

[Poor kid... But don't worry, Trunks. Despite what he said before, Rokurou's going to help him out.]

Hey, Belkar, I got this. Just add the difference to the swords I ordered.

[You so owe him, Trunks. Or maybe not, depending if Trunks would rather pay it back or would actually accept this as some kind of return gift. Either way, he'll have time to double check with Rokurou once the older swordsmith gets up to retrieve Rokurou's swords.]

[ There's a look of surprise that overcomes Trunks when Rokurou chimes in that he'll handle the difference and, it's with a quiet sort of appreciation that the half-saiyan looks down to his sword with a gentle smile, as if silently pleased with being able to take this sword home with him. Despite the playful banter with each other earlier and the tugging and whining and wiggling atop shoulders, Rokurou really did help him out and that has Trunks smile still to his reflection in the sword, feeling happy and... ]

Hah! I knew you would!

[ He hops around and points to Rokurou with a finger and laughs, sticking his tongue out after before he goes back to laughing and looking to his sword. ]

Hey, Rokurou. Can you put a magic spell on it for me or something?

I'm only doing this once okay. [Just a wry look, but there's a little shine in his eye as he watches Trunks look so happy about it. Really, even a daemon like him could feel a little pleased at seeing someone so excited about owning their very first sword. It reminds him a little of himself when he was that age.

At the request, however, his brows shoot up in surprise.]

Magic spell? [A small thought pause.] Unfortunately I don't know any real spells, but I do know something like a charm that my family would do.

[He may or may not be telling the truth, but does it really matter?]

Yeah, that'll work, too!

[ And, to show how ready he is for that, he holds his sword out across his palms and lifts it up to Rokurou, eyes shining with both curiosity and excitement. ]

Ok, I'm ready.

All right, here goes.

[He stares at the sword for a moment, as if considering the exact "enchantment" he'll use. Honestly, he probably is thinking of what he could do here. But whether what he said is true or not, there is something to be said about his family's heritage and culture of charms and beliefs in one's weapon. About the power of one's will, hopes, and desires that drive it through battle.

If Trunks is expecting flashy lights or some kind of chant, he'll be a little disappointed. Rokurou won't say anything, instead focusing on the blade for a few moments before he places a forefinger atop the middle of it. Closing his eyes, he takes a breath and then as if with well-practiced motions, his finger moves across the blade: right, left, an arc clockwise up top, back around to complete the circle counter clock wise, and then a hard strike down the center.

And although he really did not intend it...there may actually be a little bit of a shimmer of pale orange yellow light, one that he catches a glimpse of as he looks back up. Well, huh. That's a little surprising. But then again...]

All right, that should do it. Just a little something to help guide your blade and to give you the courage and strength to strike true.

[Even if it was just something as simple and silly as just hoping for Trunks to be able to enjoy his sword and that it would actually be useful for him should he ever use it in a fight, those feelings were genuine enough for the world to pick up and act on it.]

[ Trunks is silent the entire time Rokurou works his magic... and boy, is it sure some magic! Not entirely sure what he had been expecting (maybe some chanting or something??) it's definitely not that and it has Trunks STARE as Rokurou goes about moving his fingers this way and that. Eyes of blue widen in surprise as the shimmer of pale orange yellow light appears and, without a doubt, Trunks can feel that an enchantment of some sort has been placed upon his sword; it's even more special now.

When Rokurou is done, Trunks holds it proper and looks it over with soft little wow's leaving his lips, catching sight of his reflection in the blade again before he looks up to Rokurou. ]

That's so cool! Thanks, Rokurou!

[He hopes Trunks doesn't think it's like a real magic spell. But—oh well. It's one of those things you do for kids.]

Just remember to believe in yourself and in your sword, otherwise it won't work.

[There, safety net.]

Now I hope this doesn't become a curse since, you know. Daemon and all.

[Joking of course. ...Hopefully.]

[ ... ]

You mean I might become a daemon, too?

[ ...!!! ]

Wow, I'd be like your apprentice then, right?

I'm pretty sure that's not how it works... More importantly, should you really be that excited about it?

[Trunks why. He is the worst role model.]

[ No way. He seems pretty cool! ~~for now.~~

Trunks, naturally, just laughs a little. ]

I'm just kidding, I know that's not how it works, sheesh.

[ But he still looks happy to have his sword. ]

Thanks, Rokurou. You're the best.

[There's just a very light smile.]

No problem. [He definitely doesn't really deserve it, but he won't say anything.

Plus, his swords have arrived, and after taking a brief once over and a few test swings, whatever thoughts he may have had are completely gone. Not even the added expense (jeez Trunks, just had to choose the expensive one, huh) can bring him down so once he's done he is definitely one happy daemon.]

So, ready for some lunch?

[ Did someone say one of the magic words?? ]

Yeah! Let's go!

[ And, with food now being next on the list, Trunks carefully slides his sword into its sheath and buckles the thing across his chest, sword resting against his back. It's a little big on him considering he's, you know, 8 and all, but it's not about to trip him up or anything as he goes.

...which is good considering he's already running out of the place (while throwing a THANKS MISTER!! to the swordsmith) and back out onto the streets, proud to be wearing his sword strapped to his back; now he's a REAL knight. ]

Which way do we go?

[He'll grow into the sword soon enough. Maybe. Eat meat and drink milk! In any case, Rokurou follows in his usual more leisurely pace, watching Trunks amused.]

Depends on what you feel like having. Got anything in mind?

As long as there's a lot.

[ And he pats at his belly with both hands. ]

I can eat a lot, so you better watch out.

[ Will Rokurou come to learn the horrors that is the neverending Saiyan appetite?? Tbd... ]

What do you like to eat though? Do daemons have special food or something?

You're deliberately trying to make me broke, aren't you? [Just a wry look before he just decides to pick a direction and go down it.

Does he have an actual place in mind? Or will they just find some place along the way? Time will tell.]

As for daemons and eating...it can vary depending the kind you are. [Ah ha ha therions.] But for me, I don't really need to eat to survive, but it does help keep my strength and energy up. So I just eat the same usual food like everyone else. I'm not too picky, but I'm partial to stir fry and sweets myself.

[ Well you see, Rokurou, that's because you're just cool.

But Trunks follows along, smiling as he goes because, look out everyone, here comes one of the Knights of Thras with a friend of the Knights. ]

I like those things, too. Let's get that!

[ To which Trunks gives Rokurou's hand a gentle tug with his own. ]

[OH MY GOD WHAT LOL

He just laughs at the tug before there's more of a cheeky grin as he looks down at him.]

I think I might know a place, then. But it's going to be through some busy streets—need me to hold your hand?

[ Giving the daemon A LOOK for such a suggestion, he comes to hop himself into the air and floats up then, turning around so that he's facing Rokurou, hands folded against his chest as he does so. ]

If anything, you're the one who needs to hold my hand so I can carry you over these busy streets.

[ So there. ]

[PFT. ...Wait, no he's had that whole flying experience before, he kind of likes being on the ground.

But he just chuckles as he continues to walk forward.]

I think I'll stick to the ground, thanks.

[ HMPF. ]

Suit yourself.

[ To which Trunks grins a little and floats his way after Rokurou, making sure to keep relatively close. ]

Hey, Rokurou. [ Coming up beside him. ] Even though you're a daemon, are you scared of anything?

[More questions, huh? ...Hm.]

Of course. Even daemons have things they're afraid of—sometimes that's why they're a daemon to begin with.

[ Friends are curious about each other, Rokurou. That's just how it is. ]

Well, what are you afraid of then?

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