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Catchall Catchup (Various)

Alchemical Aptitude (Trunks, maybe Bulma?)
[True to his word, Soma managed to show up at the Capsule Corp building in Nova the day after his conversation with Trunks. He's wearing his usual attire - long white coat, jeans, boots, and black turtleneck - but doesn't seem to be wearing a sword, for once. Not that that means anything, necessarily, but it's generally considered to be bad manners to go armed to a friendly meeting.

He's carrying a folder with a stack of what looks like loose printouts as well as a smaller pamphlet that looks to be handwritten.]

My Demons (Dante)
[Dante's invitation to demonstrate his capabilities put Soma in something of a tight spot. On the one hand, he was pretty sure the hunter would agree that he had all the control he needed to work with them on Attleton turf. On the other, his methods were... decidedly not normal, and might be a bit off-putting. Hopefully Dante won't object TOO violently when he finds out he's playing host to a soul eater.]

Uptown Downtime (Open)
[It's the weekend, and Soma has a whole entire day to goof off. What better way to do that than spend time shopping around, talking to friends, and generally trying to seize a few hours of normalcy from a world that's been dedicating itself to making his life as abnormal as possible? About the only place he won't be spotted is probably Attleton. Feel free to chat up the dhampir!]

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[The building entry area is clean and sparse for now, with a potted plant or two for décor and a comfy couch for guests. There's a front desk, with some boxes over it and something being installed on it besides the computer system.

Trunks looks up at the footsteps, from behind the desk. Part of that whole 'helping his mom' thing, in terms of being free labor. Not that he minds at all. Soma is given a wave and directed to the couch to sit.]

Give me a minute okay?

[Then back under the desk, and there's a faint whirr of a monitor activating along with some more subtle beeps indicating active connections. It's not more than a minute or two, before Trunks lets himself out from behind the desk. Normal black combat pants and boots, with a black shirt and his blue Capsule Corp jacket over it.]

Sorry about that. Wasn't sure what time to expect you.

[He takes the indicated seat, sprawling a bit. After a couple months of stiff formality, it feels nice just to relax for a minute.]

No problem, my fault for not calling ahead. How are things shaping up here?

Most of it's automated, but I know Mom plans to have more employees eventually. For now, that's what I'm doing though. Besides just helping wherever she needs me to. It's going well enough, considering Torchwood has been one of our biggest buyers of storage capsules.

Free labor. The greatest privilege of parenthood. [He smiles, just a bit.] What are these storage capsules you've mentioned?

[There's a grin from Trunks.]

Guess you missed seeing 'em at the party huh? From what I can tell, Capsules are kind of like the pokeballs, except we can't store living creatures in them. They're used for all kinds of things back home, but for some reason here we can't store anything bigger than a car.

[Turning, Trunks gestures for Soma to follow him. Down a hallway, into a clear Employee's only area, and to a small room set up as a 'break' room. Table, fridge, stove, and water cooler. Along with some storage counters and cabinets. Basic, but good enough for now.]

Hmm. I can do something similar with my coat pockets, but it's limited by what I can fit through the openings. About the biggest thing I've managed is a positron rifle.

[...Yes. Soma just admitted to carrying an antimatter beam weapon. In his pocket.

He follows along to the break room, taking in the scenery as they go - such as it is.]

[There really isn't much to see in terms of scenery---it's all pretty utilitarian walls and a door or two. There's a faint whir and hum of machinery in the background if you pay close attention, but otherwise it's kind of boring and practical.]

I'm going to guess that it's 'magic' for how you hold things? I'm also hoping you don't just walk around casually with said positron rifle.

[There's an amused eyebrow-raise from Trunks, leaning against the counter by the Refrigerator.]

[As any such place should be, before it's completely finished.]

Honestly? I'm not sure what it is. I woke up in a demon-infested castle and found my pockets had become a pocket dimension. And I don't carry it openly, but... it's right there with the rest of my armory.

[He reaches into a pocket and extracts a rather large hammer, gives it a little toss, and then puts it back. From the look of the head, it had to weigh at least fifty pounds.]

I try not to ask too many questions. I might get answers.

[On the one hand, Trunks is definitely impressed; both with the pocket dimension and the hammer. On the other? He's seen plenty of strange things, both magical and technological and otherworldly besides.]

Is it a dimension only accessible to you, or are we in danger if someone steals your coat?

[The earnestness of Trunks tone hopefully dispels any potential sarcasm.]

My coat can take care of itself. The bear traps I put in there help, though. [Just a hint of smirk, there.] Really though, anyone can go digging around in there. Whether they find what they're looking for or not, though, is a different story - and you have to get it away from me first.

[He reaches into a pocket on the inside of the coat and pulls out a rather large sword. It appears to be glowing.] Anyone who can do that probably doesn't need a gun to break the city.

That's reassuring...

[There is a hint of smirk, and it's unclear whether Trunks is teasing or serious.]

I admit, magic isn't my forte. Even after training for a while with the kais on my world, I'm still not that familiar with it. So I'll take your word.

Whereas I have no idea how you manage to operate at the level of spiritual energy I sense from you. Magic is all about focus and willpower - you're telling the universe that something is other than what it is, in essence.

[He holds out a hand - the one not holding the gigantic claymore - and conjures a ball of fire into being above it.] It still obeys certain laws - or, perhaps it's more accurate to say that we're taught that it does, because practicing it without those limits invites disaster. There are things outside our reality that can use an improperly performed ritual or spell to gain a foothold here. Have you ever heard of a man named H. P. Lovecraft?

[The smirk vanishes, and there's a blink of surprise and a small laugh. Then a resigned smile.]

That makes me wonder just how much you can read from me, considering I'm masking my ki. Most advanced tech where I'm from designed to read things like that peg me as lower because of that masking. It's a survival thing.

Never heard of H.P. Lovecraft either, but I wouldn't be surprised about things outside reality. I've seen enough monsters and things IN reality that were disasters.

If I weren't what I am, I probably wouldn't be able to sense it at all. That kind of power is dangerous to vampires; it's the same sort of power wielded by exorcists, onmyouji, and demon hunters. [He lets the fireball go away, and gestures at the sword he's holding.] This also helps. It's a holy weapon, and it's all but singing at you. It's only done that for me a couple times, usually when I was fighting something really big and really ugly.

[He puts the blade away now, and folds his arms.] Lovecraft wrote about things he called elder gods and eldritch horrors. Abominations that exist in dimensions beyond our own, the mere sight of which is capable of destroying a person's mind.

[All but singing huh? Sometime, some other time--Trunks would ask to see it again. Last 'holy' sword of any kind he'd held was the Z sword before it got turned to stone by Dabura's spit. Unless his own broken blade which had been temporarily transformed into a spirit-bomb counted... Another time though, as he settles back into his lean against the counter. Arms crossed, looking up in thought for a bit.]

I suppose that makes sense, although ki on its own isn't wholly made up of 'spiritual' power. Or rather, it's not 'just' that, but it's...complicated. I think we understand enough between us, and I get what you're saying.

[There's a sigh, and his eyes go down, expression hardening.]

I don't know about it destroying the mind, but I'd definitely say I've met an abomination then. A mad god, who just kept getting more insane.

I'd like to do a comparison at some point, if you feel like it. I might be able to learn something from observation - and any tool I can add to my own demon hunting kit is welcome.

[He listens to Trunks' description of presumably Zamasu, frowning.]

Those are never fun to deal with. Closest I've come is a personification of Death... well, that and Legion, the one from the Bible. Rather larger, uglier, and smellier in person.

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Alchemical Aptitude

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