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Open Action prompts April 26th-May 18thish.

[Action-Nova City]

Trunks was very grateful for Bulma letting him and Mai stay with her. Again. Nor was he going to complain about more time with his mother. Given everything that had happened...it was painful, but worth it too.

But it does mean he is restless. So best to start exploring his new 'home' for now, even if he's less than thrilled about that whole kidnapped thing. But that just means he needs to know his surroundings, so he can first—survive here, and second---maybe be helpful in trying to figure out what's going on.

Out to the streets of Nova City it is, mostly walking and exploring. Some of it he was used to, given it resembled the 'past' of his world more than the destruction of his own time—and it was wonderful. But it was also new, not having to take cover or constantly be on the look out while above ground. Several times he found himself remembering to breathe. Moving about on foot, making note of locations that seemed useful or important, just getting his bearings.

[OOC: Trunks is open to be run into, and if you want a specific prompt feel free to let me know. He'll be checking mostly official buildings like the city hall, the museum, etc. Also probably the Holoplaza.]

[Action-Attleton]

Nova City wasn't the only place to explore though, and Trunks had already made at least one contact in Attleton. Along with getting the basic explanation and expectations of conduct. So he alternated exploring Nova City with Attleton; and it was a contrast. A good contrast though, as Attleton seemed...boring almost. Which was a pleasant surprise.

[OOC: Trunks is open to be run into, and if you want a specific prompt feel free to let me know. He'll probably be found checking out the restaurants, the Colliseum, and the Truth Emporium out of curiosity.]

[Attleton City Guardian Office]
[OOC: Closed to Attleton Guardians, Trunks Brief, Mai, Bulma Brief]

The small sheriff's office matched the rest of the town, and brought a smile to Trunks' face. Also shoving down any nerves, as he'd been invited and was looking forward to this as well. Stepping in, heading for the main desk or whomever seemed to be good to ask questions of.

“Excuse me,” Soft-spoken, with a little half-bow. “I was hoping to speak with Mr. Andor? We spoke over the network before.” A pause. “...if it's a bad time though, I can come back.”

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A slender human approached him, an olive jacket slung over his arm like he'd just been about to leave and a blaster worn on a hip holster. He had, in fact, left his office with his mind on checking on his Deputies in the main office before leaving for a quick patrol, when he'd heard his name mentioned.

"Trunks, I take it? It's good to see you found your way here, and no, it isn't a bad time. This..." he pointedly looked around, to see a corgi in a police dog vest chasing after what looked like an oversized ice cream cone, which kept indignantly yelping Vanillite! as it tried to escape getting slobbered on. "This is normal."

"I am, and it's nice to meet you in person." A little nod of his head. Watching the Corgi and--whatever it was--chase each other, there is a blink, but otherwise no visible surprise. "I've seen stranger. Or close to stranger, anyways."

Trunks was wearing the sweater and dark-green combat pants, instead of his usual jacket and kerchief. No sword with him for now (even if it was comforting) just to be safe. Not that he expected trouble, but with his luck? Average height, and slender besides that, he carries himself like a fighter.

"I've been trying to explore Nova City, as well as Attleton. Get my bearings, learn the lay of the place." That hint of smile again. "My...mother is here, and while I'm not happy we're all kidnapped, I'm glad to see her. She's letting me and Mai stay with her for now, in Nova City."

Returning from his lunch and coming in right behind Trunks is the mayor himself, clad in a surprisingly stylish white suit that would almost look good on him were it not for his... signature mustache. He hadn't expected the other man to stop in the doorway to look around, so he very nearly stumbles right into the saiyan.

Great, just what he needs. A tourist. A quick glance to the front desk tells him that the secretary has yet to notice their guest, so looks like he gets to play greeter. He clears his throat to announce his presence and puts on his fake smile before speaking.

"If you have an appointment you'll have to check in with the woman at the desk over there. Unless you've come here by mistake?" He has the air of newcomer since he's clearly come to city hall by accident; he's certainly not dressed to meet with anyone that works in the building, at least not by Jacques' standards.

The throat clearing had Trunks stepping even more out of the way with a soft 'sorry, excuse me.' murmured. Accompanied by a polite little half-bow. "I don't believe so, but I don't have an appointment. If there's a registry guide for which offices are where though, I'm looking for that. Otherwise I can wait."

Nope, no appointment. But besides just familiarizing himself with City Hall's location, Trunks figured it'd the place to go for rules and regulations for things like weapons carrying among other things. Legal rules and regulations it would be easy to run afoul of, just by virtue of ignorance. They had to have some kind of guide there for newcomers, didn't they?

She wanted to check out that place out. As a Torchwood Assignment; so - even if Ten has already spoken to Chanterelle and Mike; a cute couple and they completely deserve each other.

Ten felt himself inwardly groaning having to do this. They both look excited to see Rose - but Ten on the other end not so much. Maybe because he was rude and not ginger to them already.

"See you didn't forget to wear your tin foil hats today to protect your minds from aliens."

"May I have one?" Rose chimed in cheerfully with a grin for the couple and then gave Ten a look that clearly said it was to protect herself from him. Just to make him twitchy. Because that was healthy.

The couple is more than happy to give Rose one and Ten inwardly- twitches. You're doing this on purpose aren't you?

Fine. He can be unpredictable. Watch him, Rose. Watch him be unpredictable.

"Make that two."

As generous as Aster Technologies was with time off and working from home, Bulma couldn't stay out of the lab forever. Thankfully though, there wasn't too much to do. And as she makes her way through the first floor shop on her way out, she sees a familiar blue bowl cut happen past the front windows.

"Trunks!" She calls, waving as she hurries out of he building to catch up.

Rose laughs really really hard at that. Genuinely and truly happily amused.

"It'll look good on your hair!" Flatten it probably unless it made it static-y. But she was delighted he wasn't snarking and offending people, for any reason at all he had to do the opposite.

The Doctor sticks out his tongue at Rose - and then pouty face states; "I"m out going to say I come in peace." Then gives a suggestive eye wink.

Edited 2018-05-02 22:39 (UTC)

They'd come in during Rose's laughter, Trunks with a polite expression on his face and genuine curiosity. Not because he believed, but because he was interested in finding out what people in Attleton considered 'the Truth'. Even if it was just one rather out-there couple.

Mai had come with him for exploring, and while it was difficult, both of them trying to relax and adjust. With varying levels of success.

He wasn't going to interrupt her at work, but Trunks DID want to know where his mother was employed. Yes, he could find her by her Ki signature; familiar to him since he'd first learned to read it, for all she was often dwarfed by others in level. But just in case that failed for some reason, he wanted to have a back up.

Trunks had not been expecting her to be on break, and come out the door. Turning with the sound of his name, and stopping to wait for her. Seeing her still brought hints of pain--loss for his own mother from his time. But moreso it brought relief, and happiness too. A determination that he'd enjoy his time with her.

Which was easily written in the smile on his face.

Mai seemed to be having a touch more success on her end. Or, at least, outward appearances would lead one to believe that.

She remained close to Trunks out of habit, though her attention was clearly more on their surroundings than on him. Taking in the...interesting theories regarding possible signs of life beyond the barrier of the cities. Very little of it appeared to ring true...but then, Mai could remember the days when Earth was ignorant to the countless gods and alien civilizations that would one day grace the planet with their presence.

HFIL it, one bit of 'evidence' of such contact was literally standing right beside her.

"How much of this do you think could actually be true?" she finally turned to Trunks in curiosity. Doubtful but at least open to possibilities.

His eyes flickered to the group with the foil hats, only having a mild guess as to which might be the proprietors and which might be fellow-outsiders. Head turned, voice quieter, just for Mai. "...'m pretty sure the barrier-chunks are fake."

More at a normal conversational tone, "I'm glad I haven't tried the holo-technology yet. I want to know what specs it has, and see if I can examine it. Or get Mom to, since she'll probably understand it more than I will."

Could be paranoia, could be he 'believed'. It was an open-ended enough statement to go either way.

Rose nudged Ten with an elbow to alert him to the other pair who'd just entered. Which was just as well because the only other directions she could think of to take the banter further were likely to make him depressed again and that was the opposite point of this.

"When in Rome," she winked back at him.

To the fresh pair, she gave Spock's Vulcan hand symbol. A joke no one would get, and Jack WOULD now, but he wasn't there for it. "Yo!"

Edited 2018-05-03 05:57 (UTC)

Cassian gave a little nod. Get your bearings, learn the lay of the place... That sounded exactly like his own early days, only that he'd been in full meltdown mode at the time, half convinced that he was in an Imperial prison being brainwashed.

"Good, I'm glad to hear spending time with your family is working out for you as planned. Nova City is a nice enough place, there's a lot to explore. I've never lived there myself but I work closely with its Guardian, so I visit regularly."

He slipped on his jacket. "I did promise you a tour of Attleton, if you're still interested? And I need to get Starky, that's the dog, out of here before someone murders her."

Goku had sensed Trunks's initial arrival, but as he was training at the time, it quickly slipped his mind. It's a wonder that he ever makes it to any of the group's get-togethers, honestly.

Of course, Goku was heading to the Holoplaza in order to use a room for training. It wasn't quite the same as a real fight, and his attempts at making a simulation of Beerus, Whis, Arale, or any of the people of that caliber ended in failure (the machine came back with error messages, they weren't as strong as the originals, etc.), but luckily, the machines were intuitive enough that even he could use them without any issues.

However, his original goal is forgotten when he spots a familiar head of blue hair. "Hey, Trunks!"

Working his way over to the half-Saiyan, Goku remains as cheerful as ever despite everything that's been going on. "So how are you liking it here?"

"It's closest in some ways to what my mother's home was like, in her timeline. Not mine, but I'm familiar enough to adapt." Trunks could confirm with small smile. Bulma obviously felt safer and more comfortable in Nova City, which was more than reasonable. Even if there wasn't also the presence of Cell and Frieza, her being kidnapped and trapped alone was enough that Trunks understood.

His mother was strong, one of the strongest people he knew of; maybe not a physical fighter but that didn't matter. But he knew all too well sometimes being strong wasn't enough, and the vulnerability that came with it was deep. Hopefully his being there would help her feel better, as much as her being there for him would.

"As long as I'm not in the way. I also plan to follow your own lead, because this is your territory--but if we do run into something, I'm happy to lend a hand." A nod, and Trunks' posture shifted slightly. A loose ready stance that was alert, but open, and it was an unconscious shift on his part. "She's adorable, so having someone murder her would be horrible."

That same small smile is there, so that might've been an attempt at a joke.

"But it would be well-deserved," Cassian responded without missing a beat. He snapped his fingers and called the dog's name, rolling his eyes a little when she bounded over him and immediately started trying to climb his legs in her eagerness to shower him with love. "She's been insufferable today, too much energy."

He grabbed the leash which laid rolled up on K-2SO's desk and leashed her, then quickly checked that he did have his blaster, spare ammunition and his device. That done, he was ready to leave, holding the door open for Trunks.

"There shouldn't be any bigger trouble than neighborhood spats about ugly lawn ornaments, or maybe a kitten to save from a tree... but I appreciate the backup. More manpower can never hurt." He paused a moment to enjoy the spring breeze that hit his face after hours of being stuck in the office before good-naturedly giving into Starky tugging at the leash. "I'm thinking we can go downtown, I'll show you what interesting stores we have and check in with a few retailers, see how they're doing on theft. And if their business is still being hurt by our bird problem."

Edited 2018-05-07 17:23 (UTC)

There is a bit of surprise, and an eyebrow-raise. The way Cassian had said that made Trunks guess it as more serious than just them doing what birds normally did. It wasn't his place though yet, to ask--since he was still learning. And a guest, albeit one who would be happy to help if needed.

"It sounds pleasantly mundane compared to what my life has been like. Thank you." A pause, then, as he knelt down and held out his hand towards Starky. "If Starky'll let me, I don't mind running her around and helping her get some energy out, when we're done." If she wanted to come sniff and say hi now, she could--if not, Trunks'd just get back up and be ready to go.

[Were Trunks even near it, he might either hear some noises, or sense fairly strong power levels within. Inside was the Demi-Fiend, Naoki Kashima, currently swerving through seemingly invisible ki blasts thrown by a large metallic angel, his size easily making him a giant. Each blast blew a hole into the ground. And just as Naoki closes in, a figure in white and blue armor grabs Naoki by the ankle, and hurls him across the battlefield. The celtic spearman smirked, landing next to Metatron as they both stared Naoki.]

"Give up yet?"

[Naoki lands, glaring at the two demons across from him. Before he could even open his mouth, a woman clad in tattoos and nothing else launched a snake at Naoki, wrapping around his neck. Naoki choked a bit, struggling as he tries to break free. Taking advantage of this, Cu Chulainn and Metatron charged in.

Will Trunks help, or watch how the half-demon gets out of this mess?]

Likewise, it had been reassuring to Trunks, to be able to sense Goku's Ki in Genessia. Almost as reassuring as finally catching up with his Mother, when he and Mai finally met her in person. It was still a lot to get used to though; being able to sense Cell and Frieza, and other-unknown signatures did not exactly make Trunks comfortable. But there was little he could do other than what he'd planned.

Which he was doing now, by exploring Nova City and Attleton. He had not yet tried any of the games in the Holoplaza, but Trunks was exploring it and getting the lay of it so to speak. Turning though, when he hears the familiar voice calling his name. Friendly smile, and Goku is a good sight to see, as he's as cheerful as ever.

"It's...comfortable. So far. Which is a little worrying, since we're still essentially kidnappees." Honest there, Trunks ducking his head slightly. But he was also relaxed and at ease and Goku would easily be able to sense that.

"Not what Mai and I expected, either. We had just left the past together, when we were brought here." Giving Goku that reference point, so he'd understand where in the timeline things were. Several days worth of rest, and more time spent with Bulma, had done Trunks well though even with this unexpected development.

[The existence of a Colliseum (especially once it was fully clear what that meant and was) in Attleton was a surprise to Trunks. It...made sense he supposed, but it still seemed almost cruel in a way, with people cheering and watching it. Then again, for all that Trunks had Saiyan blood, he'd spent far too much of his life HAVING to fight. Training was good, testing himself against others and improving--but actual fighting to the death and similar wasn't something he enjoyed. The problem of his being half-saiyan, half-human, and his life all left their mark on him.

But he didn't want to judge--not really. He was all too aware of what too many powerhouses all bottled up together could be like without outlets, especially when grudges and volatile personalities were mixed in. Better it be handled in an environment like this, he supposed. It was contained, it was as 'safe' as it could be, and as 'harmless' to others as it could be.

All of that alone drew Trunks, and the strong presence he sensed inside didn't hurt. There had been a *number* of those he'd sensed besides the few 3 he'd recognized when he'd arrived (of friend and 2 foes). Some of this was also reconnaissance then, as he went to watch the match.

Observing for now, but his eyes narrowed. It was likely that the marked and tattooed male he sensed had volunteered, and was here of his own volition. Certainly the enemies seemed....generated. Or part of the setting perhaps. But the odds still made Trunks wary.

He'd watch for now, and if he needed to--he'd step in. Because he was still unfamiliar with this place, and was learning. But he wasn't going to just let someone die again on his watch. Not if he could help it.]

The dog looks toward Cassian and when he gives a small nod she bounds forward to lick Trunks's hand. Cassian rolls his eyes. "She loves people. I swear she would be welcoming a burglar. We are lucky the cat is more suspicious, Starky is useless as a guard dog."

But he is a very happy corgi who is going to slobber all over his new bestest friend if he is allowed to.

"If you'd like to take him on a run I would appreciate it. Kay and I have been a little swamped lately. Regular work but..." He shrugs. It still eats up time. "You will want to be careful of these aggressive birds. It's like they are rabid."

Trunks is okay with Starky licking his hand, but he'll keep her away from his face. She's welcome to all the scratches though behind her ears. "After the tour I will happily take her on a run." Trunks' smile growing in genuine pleasure.

"I'm guessing you don't want them hurt--but a stinging shock should be alright?" Because Trunks would be careful, but he's pretty sure he could handle the birds.

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