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Who: Trunks with Giru and people, maybe you
Where: various places
When: throughout the month
Format: [ be brave and gimme gimme power ]
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Summary: Trunks doing stuff and thangs with Giru and some other people. Closed prompts within threads with an open prompt or two for whoever wants to come across the pair. o/

( A; TRICK OR TREAT?? )
[ Whether or not the tradition is one held within Verens, Giru has come to learn of Halloween, especially the whole asking for and receiving treats part of it. So, having tossed a small white sheet over him and a single hole cut in it for his eye to see out of, he floats around merchant's square (as a ghost) with a small pail in his tiny hand, going up to various people with a dee dee dee dee dee! treats please! said rather hopefully as he holds his pail out, expecting to be gifted treats.

Treats that are, you know, of the metallic type. But you obviously know that's what he wants, right? ]

( B; HERE AND THERE )
[ At any point throughout the month, there's a few places where one might run into Trunks. If you're of age, you might find him in a bar either in Verens or Shaarnath one night, sitting by himself at the bar with a glass of whatever's on tap, mostly keeping to himself but not exactly looking as though he'll shun anyone who makes chit chat with him. Whatever coffee shop he's holed himself up in is another place to find him, wearing his glasses and surrounded by quite a few stacks of books (both from whatever shop and his own) on the table, scribbling away this plan and that plan, all while making sure to sip on that hot drink and take a bite from whatever sandwich he sometimes forgets he has on that plate; careful not to trip over any extra books near him on the floor. The other place you might find him is out in the market square with stacks of hay or rather large milk cans hoisted over his shoulder, loading up a buggy for an elderly couple. Giru's there to help of course, pulling a basket of apples along... until he accidentally tips it over and said apples roll everywhere down the square. Well, he tried. ]

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[ SOMEONE IS GONNA BE REAL MAD ABOUT THIS??? That someone being the spirit within that mask, obviously.

But as Rokurou gets him in a headlock and Giru continues to more or less jump on his head, he grabs tight at Rokurou's arm and squeezes hard to the point where if the daemon were a mere human?? That arm would be broken in about two point five seconds. Still, probably doesn't feel so great either? Not to mention the fact that lavender coloured hair begins to spike and that gold aura flares around him angrily. Someone is about to go Super Saiyan. Which is why Giru hurries around to the front and, tiny hands holding tight to the edge the mask, he pulls with all his little might giving a dee dee dee dee dee!! as he pulls... and pulls... and pulls...

AND POP.

Just like that, the mask finally comes off, sending the tiny robot tumbling backwards in the air with the mask in hand and the half-saiyan to fall back against Rokurou. ]

Gragh—! [Oh shit this is not good. His physical toughness may have increased, but Trunks has him beat by several miles in terms of strength like this. And that whole golden aura thing is not helping matters.]

Hurry it up, Giru!!

[Is all he manages to shout through gritted teeth as he tries to hold on and hope that Trunks really doesn't break his arm—because it sure as hell feels like it.

And then FINALLY it pops off and he's sent backwards, Trunks falling on top of him.

Pleaseletthisbeoverpleaseletthisbeoverpleaseletthisbeover]

[ It takes a moment for him to really come to after that mask has been ripped off his face but, when he does, he seems to be himself. No creepy grins or laughter and definitely not jumping off Rokurou and trying to strangle him. Nope. Just a very disorientated Trunks who brings a hand up to gently touch at his head as he lays there against Rokurou. ]

My head...

[ As he mumbles that with a groan, Giru zips his way over while holding the mask asking Trunks is ok now? Back to normal? as he comes to hover close. ]

[Man his arm really hurts. It'll be a miracle if it wasn't fractured. At least it wasn't his previously injured arm or it probably would have been broken again with it so newly healed. But a lot of other places are sore thanks to the fall, and sensing that Trunks is at least himself, he just lies there, not wanting to move—

OH HELL NO]

Giru, keep that thing away!

[DON'T BRING THE MASK CLOSER]

[ Blinking some at Rokurou's sudden outburst regarding the mask, he lazily tries to roll off the daemon but fails and instead, just holds his head with eyes squeezing shut. ]

What's... that sound?

[ Could it be the spirit of the mask talking to him and attempting to get back onto his face? MAYBE. Either way, Giru looks to the mask and gives a startled dee dee dee dee dee!! Destroy mask! Destroy mask! as he shakes it around a bit.

In a panic, he tosses it up in the air and fires a few missiles at it, Trunks covering his face with a hand as an explosion occurs in the sky.

JOB WELL DONE?? MAYBE?? ]

[Rokurou is just kind of stuck, but he does put his hands on Trunks's shoulders as he tries to peer over at him as he sees him holding his head. Fortunately Giru gets the right idea and destroy the damn thing, so with that now longer a threat, he can take his time in checking on the saiyan.]

Trunks, hey—you okay? [He had mentioned sound...] Not hearing anything weird, are you?

[Also dude you may be shorter than him but you're still heavy with all that freak muscle.]

[ With bits of the burnt mask falling around them, he struggles a little to sit himself up but manages to do so thanks to the hands on his shoulders. ]

I've been better... [ He groans a bit, blinking slow. ] ...would be nice if my head stopped ringing.

[ And before he can say anything else, Giru flies his way into Trunks, small hands clutching at his blue scarf with a Trunks! Trunks! Giru get help! Giru bring friend! to which he just laughs a little with a hand coming up to hold the small robot against him. ]

Yeah... thanks, Giru.

[ And with a lazy glance over his shoulder. ]

You too, Rokurou. [ A beat. ] Uh... I didn't hurt you, did I?

[There's just a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing as Trunks responds and begins to sit up. He soon follows, releasing his hold so that he could press a hand against the side of his neck and roll his shoulder.]

Nothing I haven't been through before, although you did almost break my arm. [Just a very dry look.] But that still wouldn't have been as bad as everything else that happened.

You were really creepy back there.

Was I?

[ He seems a little surprised as he continues to hold Giru against him and comes to shift over and not be on Rokurou so much. Still sitting, of course. ]

I don't... remember that.

[ And now he just looks confused. ]

I remember trying to help this girl take this mask off and... I guess I got it off?

[ It just, you know, clung to his face instead. ]

[...Wow. Wow.]

Yeah, you got it off the girl all right. Only you had it stick to you instead. Was that some kind of cursed mask or something?

Yeah, I'm guessing so.

[ Rubbing at his face a little, he allows Giru to slip away from him and float his way over to the daemon. Staring at him. With that one eye of his. Yeah. It's with floating there in front of him that he opens up his stomach and, reaching in, pulls out a small bandaid which he holds out for Rokurou with a for your arm that Trunks almost broke. to which Trunks sort of chuckles a little sheepishly. ]

Man, I'm real sorry about that, Rokurou... would have really sucked to break your other arm, huh?

[Rokurou was actually not sure why Giru was staring intently at him, but when the little robot finally offers that bandaid? He can't help but laugh a bit as he takes it.]

Thanks, Giru. [Look, he'll even put it on RIGHT NOW.] And you should be. [Just a wry glance at Trunks.] I just got my swords back and able to fight again. I don't want to go through more weeks without it. [YOU SAW HOW HE WAS LIKE.] Although I guess I could have made you my personal servant.

[ Wow, Rokurou. WOW. ]

Hey, it's not like I did it on purpose or anything.

[ Give him a break?? But he goes to stand there while Giru offers that bandaid and stumbles a little before he finds himself sitting back down, the small robot floating over to him and touching at his shoulder with his eye flashing. ]

I'm ok. Just... a little out of it. It's not exactly like when Baby possessed me.

Details. [Just a grin as he just remains on the ground, shifting his arms behind him to lean back a bit as he watches Trunk with a more scrutinizing eye.]

So, that wasn't the first time you were possessed?

[ SWEATS. ]

Well, not exactly. I mean, first time here?

[ He's not wrong?? ]

But back home, it sorta happened twice. The first time wasn't so bad because I was able to take back control but the second time... I couldn't do anything about it.

Were you just as creepy back then, too?

[ Before he can give an answer to that, Giru chimes in with a yes. very creepy. Trunks scare Giru to which the half-saiyan can only chuckle a little sheepishly. ]

Well, there's your answer.

All right, from now on you're forbidden from ever being possessed again. So you have to stay away from any cursed objects.

Otherwise, you're grounded.

[Can he do that—]

[ Nope. Nice try, buddy. ]

Yeah, are we forgetting I'm the older one here between us?

Age doesn't matter if I'm the one needing to save your ass all the time.

["All the time" AS IF HE'S HAD TO DO THIS MORE THAN ONCE. But he's saying it, anyway, because yeah. Even if Trunks is older, forever seeing him as the little brat.]

Excuse me but when have you ever had to come save my ass before today?

[ Wow he's quite offended by this?? And it shows in the way he gets himself up with a bit of a stagger and SHOOTS HIM SUCH A LOOK. ]

Details. I'm sure it'll happen again soon enough.

[You know you don't look nearly as threatening as you're trying to be. Although clearly Rokurou is trolling as evident by that smirk.]

[ Whatever, see if you're invited to his birthday next month!!

But Giru of course floats his way over to Rokurou and gently gives him a thumbs up with a we'll both protect Trunks! to which- ]

I don't need protection! Not you, too, Giru.

[Eeeey Giru, you know what's what. Rokurou grins at the little robot before looking again at Trunks.]

Sure, you might not need it, but Giru knows who to come to in case you get in trouble.

Right, bud?

[LOOK AT HOW FRIENDLY THEY ARE AFTER SUCH A QUESTIONABLE FIRST MEETING...

Also, wow rude how else is he supposed to give the birthday present??]

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