Catchall Catchup (Various)

[notquitedracula]

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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[lunarlegionnaire]

[Marc's breath hitches a moment, though any attempt at explaining is quickly forgotten. While he'd rather not put his friend and student in harm's way, he's come to know what he's capable of over the last few months. Soma can take it. And who's Marc to stop anyone from doing some good?]

Love it. See that lightpost? [He points a short way down the street, away from the car's rear end.] I'll cross over from there, so try to draw their fire till I'm right on them.

[Staying low and using other cars for cover, Marc scoots towards said lightpost. A single stray bullet shatters the window of another car and sends broken glass tinkling around his shoulders. The voice of a GCPD operator comes over his videophone right before he reaches his waypoint.]

Genessia City Police Department, please state the nature of your emergency.

Four armed men just robbed Ingrid's Deli at Aspen and 11th. No one's hurt but they're shooting into the crowd. Hurry.

[Despite the civilian urgency in his voice, the nod he gives Soma from beside the lightpost is decidedly collected and professional. He's ready.]

[notquitedracula]

[Soma nods, then puts deeds to words. He stands from behind the car they've ducked behind and starts walking forward, hands raised.] For God's sake, stop shooting. Do you people not even think about your methods?

[There's a faint heat shimmer aura around him, which Marc might just be able to spot as he moves forward toward the goons. If they choose to shoot at him, their bullets aren't going to do much good.

Of course, if they decide to try good old blunt force trauma, that's a different story.]

I'm giving you a three count to put the guns down, or this gets painful. One...