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| [As a Saiyan, Trunks generally doesn't get sick. His immune system is too hardcore.
Tension headaches are a whole other matter, though. Kinda happens when you get concussed one too many times without the benefit of a regen tank to completely heal you back to normal. The SFC's video feed snaps on when Trunks throws it onto the counter in irritation, showing him rubbing at his temples and the back of his neck.
Unfortunately for him, his metabolism also means medicine like aspirin don't really work very well to take the edge off. He gets a glass down and goes to fill it with water, but the headache and his general frustration because of it means he isn't checking his strength like he usually does, and the glass shatters in his hand, leaving him staring at a handful of shards. Not bloody shards, at least, since his skin is too tough to be cut so casually. But he still actually growls a little.]
Damn it.
[Picking up glass while his head is throbbing is not his idea of a fun time. Especially since he looks over and sees his SFC on. Reaching over with the hand that isn't full of glass to turn that off now.] | |
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| [Anise has been taking a few weeks to get acclimated to her new underwater environment. As surprising as fish overhead, alien tails, and weird curses were at first, the young Fon Master Guardian is nothing if not adaptable. She's figured out this silly little starfish fontech and decided to get down to brass tacks.]
Hi there everyone! My name is Anise Tatlin, resident cutie~ I know a lot of us were something else before we got pulled here. I was a Fon Master Guard for instance! What was everyone else? Cute little Anise is curious to know~
[She laughs behind her hand in what she hopes is a demure way but mostly just comes off as precocious.]
Especially if you were a noble or a prince or something, hehehe | |
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| [ The feed flicks on as the SFC thumps out of a pocket to the floor. It looks like someone's laundry room, basket of clothing near the open dryer hinting that it was full of clean, freshly dried clothes... and a lot of white something or other spilling out from the top.
The basket shifts, and... Duke seems to be pretending he's a cat, or something, because all that white? His hair. Deal with it. ]
.... the hell are you doing? [ That would be Zelos. Duke just.. kinda blinks at him from his spot in the basket. ]
(OOC: Zelos will reply too! If your character wants to talk specifically to one of them, subject line it.) | |
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| I am searching for an artist that is able to recreate pictures with very small details with a high level of realism. Is there anyone within this city who would be willing to attempt this? | |
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| [Johnny can be seen leaning against the bar in his tavern, grinning like a kid on Christmas day.]Heeelllo, everyone~ Due to recent events, Fai and I kinda went bake-crazy. [He pans the SFC around to show the rest of the counter and a few select tables covered in almost every kind of dessert imaginable.]There's no way we can eat this all by ourselves, nor do I think we really want to~ Any volunteers for helping us~? Feel free to just come on by and grab some for yourself, a loved one, a special occasion, whatever~ we just need it gone. Oh! Crow~ley~! I made something special for you, so be sure to come by and get it~~ [OOC: Action is encouraged and threadjacking for anyone else who shows up in the tavern is definitely okay <3] | |
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