(OOC; tag me in whatever format you prefer, regardless of my starters. I will match!)
• C.
[ Videl frowns as she turns a flat, disc-shaped pendant over in her palm. To say she was dubious of all the things the little item could purportedly do would be an understatement; collect emotions, power 'magitech' (whatever that was), and make everyone telepathic? ]
Not likely. [ She scoffed to herself. ]
[ But as she turned the pendant over again, second thoughts wedged their way into Videl's mind. If telepathy wasn't real, then how did that wrinkle-headed alien Babidi talk to everyone on Earth all at the same time? She remembered the image of a fat pink monster projected into her mind without her intention. ]
I don't want a bunch of strangers reading my mind whenever they want. [ The complaint was meant for herself, but her vehemence is strong enough to project the thought without Videl's intent. ]
• D-2.
When someone from Team Epsilon approached Videl and asked her to help out with a public safety drill, of course she was more than willing to go along with it. He fished a random sign out of the pile he was carrying and looped it around her neck, instructing her to act it out as accurately as possible. Videl didn't even get a chance to ask her what kind of safety drill they were doing before he thanked her for her help and rushed away toward other potential volunteers.
Oh well. Videl shrugged and reached for her sign. Acting wasn't really what she had in mind, but how hard could it be?
Until she read her sign.
I HAVE CONTRACTED SYMPTOM: DYSENTERY
"Hey, wait a second!" she let the sign fall from her hands and jerked her head back up to look for the man who had given it to her. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen.
"There's no way I'm acting this out!" Videl shouted.
• E-2.
[ Videl is still several blocks away from the Flower Festival when the crate she has been tasked to transport starts vibrating in her hands. ]
[ Concerned, she sets it down on the sidewalk and kneels down in front of it. ]
What's the matter with you? [ She asks the crate as the vibrating intensifies. Videl places her hands on both sides to try to hold it still and get a look at the meter. The meter dictates when the crate opens, was the explanation she received. Well, what does it mean when the dial is out of control spinning in circles? ]
[ The vibrating worsens as someone approaches, wobbling violently in Videl's hands like there was a live creature inside it rather than a bunch of flowers. ]
Watch out, I think this thing's about to blow! [ She warns the approaching figure, but before they have a chance to react, the crate does exactly as threatened. The top explodes open, sending a blast of flowers right into the newcomer's face. ]
Videl | Dragon Ball Z
• C.
[ Videl frowns as she turns a flat, disc-shaped pendant over in her palm. To say she was dubious of all the things the little item could purportedly do would be an understatement; collect emotions, power 'magitech' (whatever that was), and make everyone telepathic? ]
Not likely. [ She scoffed to herself. ]
[ But as she turned the pendant over again, second thoughts wedged their way into Videl's mind. If telepathy wasn't real, then how did that wrinkle-headed alien Babidi talk to everyone on Earth all at the same time? She remembered the image of a fat pink monster projected into her mind without her intention. ]
I don't want a bunch of strangers reading my mind whenever they want. [ The complaint was meant for herself, but her vehemence is strong enough to project the thought without Videl's intent. ]
• D-2.
When someone from Team Epsilon approached Videl and asked her to help out with a public safety drill, of course she was more than willing to go along with it. He fished a random sign out of the pile he was carrying and looped it around her neck, instructing her to act it out as accurately as possible. Videl didn't even get a chance to ask her what kind of safety drill they were doing before he thanked her for her help and rushed away toward other potential volunteers.
Oh well. Videl shrugged and reached for her sign. Acting wasn't really what she had in mind, but how hard could it be?
Until she read her sign.
I HAVE CONTRACTED SYMPTOM: DYSENTERY
"Hey, wait a second!" she let the sign fall from her hands and jerked her head back up to look for the man who had given it to her. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen.
"There's no way I'm acting this out!" Videl shouted.
• E-2.
[ Videl is still several blocks away from the Flower Festival when the crate she has been tasked to transport starts vibrating in her hands. ]
[ Concerned, she sets it down on the sidewalk and kneels down in front of it. ]
What's the matter with you? [ She asks the crate as the vibrating intensifies. Videl places her hands on both sides to try to hold it still and get a look at the meter. The meter dictates when the crate opens, was the explanation she received. Well, what does it mean when the dial is out of control spinning in circles? ]
[ The vibrating worsens as someone approaches, wobbling violently in Videl's hands like there was a live creature inside it rather than a bunch of flowers. ]
Watch out, I think this thing's about to blow! [ She warns the approaching figure, but before they have a chance to react, the crate does exactly as threatened. The top explodes open, sending a blast of flowers right into the newcomer's face. ]
• G.
[ Wildcard! ]