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| [ Today, ladies and gentlemen, you are at a Pokémon stadium. Whether you're Ash's next contender or in the audience, you're sure to see an awesome battle from this kid! Now, then... the stage is set as the announcer calls out: "Everyone! On the left corner... let me present you, Ash Ketchum, the Champion of the Orange Islands... from Pallet Town! And on my right -"
So. Which one are you today? A contender? Or one who watches? Don't worry if you don't have any Pokémon. This dream will give you six.
Except all of them are non-legendaries and any of the Pokémon from Kanto and Johto. ] | |
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| [The stage is set. What stage? The stage in a club/pub thingie, where bands like Sex Bob-Omb would have played in Toronto. Scott's standing out on said stage by himself, his head bowed, and the most awesome bass guitar in existance in his hands. Oddly enough, he was alone to play, no band or anything.]Uh, hey! We're Sex Bob-omb -- well, I am, and we're here to play for all our fans! And if you're one of the new guys? Well, I hope you like my show. And stuff. [Scott knew he could do this, even if he never wanted to see the rest of the band again. And he could do it well. His fingers started to strum at the strings of his bass guitar, and music started to pour out. Visually. Like, the whole notes and stuff? Coming on out. And it wasn't just bass -- the music was full, like everything was being played! The singing was all Scott, but who cares about small details like that.
As for the songs? Well... here, here and here. (If you can't tell, I suck at choosing music.)
And as he finishes up? He jumps off of the stage -- throwing his bass to the side -- and into the crowd. Hopefully, you're one of the people there! Scott himself is unaware he's asleep right now -- he fell to sleep on the job. Again.] | |
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| [Buffy is wandering through the Sunnydale graveyard, still wearing the clothes she died in. Her pants are torn at the knees and thigh, shirt ripped up the side. She has a minor head wound, but none of that seems to matter as she sluices through the fog, stake at the ready.]
Oh, come on. Don't make me say it. [She rolls her eyes.] Olly olly oxen free.
[Just like that, there's a slew of vampires. Human but for their ridged faces, fingers still torn from clawing out of their own graves. She stakes one, turning and dipping like butter to the next. She never pauses, an unwavering force until they're all gone.
And then it's only you and Buffy, and she sees you across the astroturf, swinging her stake like the Lone Ranger before placing it at her back pocket.]
Don't worry, [she assures you.] You're safe now. | |
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| [Welcome to the Grid. The entire world is outfitted in dark colors. Blues. Greens. Blacks. Nothing too bright, except for the lines of light that seem to cover every surface. Circuitry. In some places, it's a bright, steady glow, while in others it seems to flicker, like a light bulb on the verge of burning out. The Grid's been damaged. Badly, in those places where the flickering is particularly harsh. The portal off in the distance seems to cover up the fact that the glow of the circuits is at it's dimmest there.
Off in another direction, there is what appears to be a crumbling city. It's own glow is still strong, though. Tron City won't go down so easily. Whether or not there are still Programs wandering the streets, though, is still pretty up in the air. Speaking of air, overhead there's a perpetual electrical storm. Electrical surges are probably closer to accurate though.
Sam's back on the Grid. He didn't think he'd ever go back there after Clu's re-integration and... what happened, but here he is. He's sitting alone in the Outlands, near where the house Flynn and Quorra lived used to sit. It's gone now. Like a lot of things.
Maybe he just needed confirmation of what happened to his father. He never got that before, after all] | |
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| [Welcome to the beach. A beach with a clear, beautiful ocean and white sand. The kind of beach one might expect in pictures of a vacation resort. In the distance behind it is stands a grand city, her home and legacy. But the sun does not shine upon the beach. Night has taken over and the stars above are free to shine without a cloud to hinder them. Anyone who gazes up at the night sky might find another smaller and oddly shaped moon alongside it.
Seth is there, walking into the water until it reaches her knees. After which she proceeds to walk around in that depth with a faint smile on her face. Unlike most who’d go to the beach in a swimsuit she’s doing this in one of her short dresses. It is just water. No reason to fret over if it gets wet. After all who is going to care about a little wet clothing? ] | |
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