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Canon Point Swap Meme

HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO KNOW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU HAD APPED YOUR CHARACTER IN FROM A DIFFERENT CANON POINT

WELL HAVE YOU

How would it affect their relationships with others on the ship? How would their first meetings have changed? Would they still be friends or enemies or dating the same people they are now?

NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO FIND OUT OMG SO EXCITING

1) Post your character, with a short explanation of their canon point and how it changed them.
2) Other people tag you!
3) ????
4) MEME

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Lash now comes from the end of Advance Wars 2. After Sturm has been killed, she went off with Hawke, Adder and Flak to rebuild Black Hole somewhere else and to get Orange Star at a later date and time.Personality wise, very little has changed, if she's got looser definition of morals. Lash thinks herself as the best, and obviously, hasn't been a Ranger because of it...or has she? ~~Lash is evil Green Ranger I mean uh.~~

She's gotten more than her share of warnings for bad behavior but that hasn't stopped her...yet. Word of the wise, if you do see her...run.

Edited 2011-09-02 18:16 (UTC)

[It had taken hundreds of years of methodically destroying every last bastion of the DRF's power along the 4.8 billion kilometers of bizarre, organic architecture that made up the Recreator, but at last, Zouichi had stormed his way into the last remaining MSCF and destroyed its Matriarch. Few of his friends were still alive, and he'd presumed by now that his last remaining sibling, too, was already dead and gone.

It had been infuriating to learn that the last remnants of Earth had been destroyed anyway, but at the same time, a relief. His mission was over, his connection with the people of the Recreator tenuous. There were enemies to be fought here, and people who were still fighting fiercely to reclaim their homes. It reminded him a little of old Earth.]

Jr. is ... actually 12! Born and raised in the Yuriev Institute and experiencing nothing outside of the facility. He'd be somewhere in the timeline between meeting Sakura and before tons of emo crap with her and the war, so his training is kicking it up a notch. He's happy but not exactly so, due to sheltering but also due to the effect Sakura has started to have on his view of himself and what he is. His name isn't Jr. anymore, though. He introduces himself as U.R.T.V. Unit #666 ... or Rubedo, as many default to call him when given the alternate.

Basically you'll get a cute bb bioweapon boy with some blooming identity issues who's nervous about where the hell he is and omg you guys did our last dive just go super wrong again what is this. D8

"Hello, Rubedo." This version of Zouichi was still a little out of practice at speaking with those he was not already familiar with; a couple centuries of minimal conversation will do that to you.

"Did you find anything interesting at the bazaar? They seemed to have a larger selection of weapons than the last shore leave destination."

Rubedo was still awkward around other people - used to the company of his own brothers, the scientists at the Institute, and the occasional visitor to their father. Waking up on Stacy still felt unreal to him, and he sometimes wondered if it was simply just a surprise test to work his skills. Or rather, that was easier for him to believe.

He shook his head slightly. "No ... not really." Weapons didn't really interest him much. What they were to Rubedo were things they needed to use when they fought, so it was best to learn how to use them-- which he did, but gazing at them as he walked around didn't catch his fancy. He only had one item that came with him from home, anyway, and he made sure to keep it on him at all times. At least until this test was over.

Since it was just a test. He'd wake up soon at the Institute with his father observing the actions he took inside.

Zouichi was... admittedly not great at talking to little kids. But he tried.

"I see." Maybe this planet was too boring for children or something. "Well, they do seem to have a fairly wide variety of activities. I thought I would try fishing. It probably wouldn't have been possible back on Earth, and I understand some find it quite enjoyable."

[Meet an 18-year-old, freshly out of college Stephen Valkonan. Happy, cheerful, social, best friends with a certain Morgan Knight. The world is his oyster--and yet now he's found himself on a spaceship, wat?

Actually he thinks this is much cooler than he wants to let on, even with the 'your world has been destroyed' spiel. Saving the World is what Valkonans do. HIS BODY IS READY.]

"Fishing?" He looked thoughtful. "I've never been fishing, before..."

You've never done a lot of things, Rubedo.

Zouichi smiled at him, though he was a little rusty at it. "Would you like to come along? The guide mentioned there were fish as big as 100 pounds in the lake. I don't know if it's true, but it would certainly be an adventure to catch one."

_{[This Karis is from many years earlier - in fact, she still thinks she was in the Scourge. Although the new-found freedom is welcome, her memories and thoughts of her living days are still muddled and her reaction to humans are hostile and skittish. She answers to "Needles" or "Needleteeth". She doesn't have the same vindictive sense of bitterness or despair, but she is casually cruel and doesn't seem to understand human empathy.]}

"You're... Needleteeth, was it?" Zouichi wasn't particularly familiar with this particular member of the crew, but he did at least try to make an effort to say hello to people. He still wasn't terribly good at it. "I don't think we've ever spoken before."

It was still strange to not hear the Master's voices whispering in her mind or his lieutenants. Or even the fainter, quieter voices of her sept-mates. Roteye. Glow-worm. The Bone-Captain. She felt so very alone, even if she was free. Free. Free to do what? She jerked her head around in a quick, animalistic movement and simply stared at Zouichi for a long moment before she figured out how to get her vocal chords working again. Her sharpened teeth clicked together and after a moment she finally spoke.

"Yes. Needleteeth. Can call me Needles, if you want."

She stared at him suspiciously - this was a Breather. A living one. The living hated her, feared her. They tried to burn her. They were her enemies.

Weren't they? But here, there was no Master, no War. Just her, all alone, without the comforting embrace of her sept-mates' minds and the ease of their conversation.

"What do you want?"

One would have to wonder what an 84lb boy could do if he managed to snag something 16 pounds heavier than him. Rubedo looked a mix of excited but hesitant, as if he were unsure if he should go, despite wanting to.

"Do you think it'd be okay...?"

"Nothing in particular." Zouichi paused. Wait, this was a bad way to start a conversation. "I noticed you don't speak often to the others. So I thought I would introduce myself. We are, after all, working toward the same goal."

"I don't see why not, unless you're planning to sink the boat."

Rubedo was tiny!

Karis eyed him suspiciously and then settled down into an odd, animalistic crouch, bony claws splayed out in front of her as she peered up at him. "Maybe we are. Doesn't mean I trust any of you."

"So I've heard. But not everyone here is out to get you."

"You're all Breathers. You all hate me. Why wouldn't you be out to get me?"

This was the longest she'd actually talked to anyone since she came aboard. Most of the time she lurked in the city, watching.

Well, he guessed he was alive. "I don't even know you; why would I hate you?"

Persecution complex, much?

"Because. You're a breather," Karis rolled her eyes. Come on, this was obvious.

"Breathers hate deaders like me."

He shook his head. "As long as you don't harm any of the crew, I have no quarrel with you. If that's why I scarcely see you around, well. It has to be inconvenient trying to avoid everyone on this ship who's still alive."

Karis hissed through her teeth and crept a few steps back, looking more like some sort of animal than a human being (or zombie). "No! They'll bring light and fire and burn me down to my bones!"

That's what the Master had said. That's what the Sept had told her. That was what happened to any of the Master's servants who fell into the clutches of the living.

"Very well, I won't try and set you on fire. I guess I can't really speak for everyone else."

Although he was fairly sure the overwhelming majority of the others wouldn't, either. He had dispatched an awful lot of zombies in his time, but none of them had talked... and Needleteeth hadn't attacked anyone so far. At least, not that he knew of.

"How do I know you're tellin' the truth?" She squinted and then circled back and forth for a moment, head swinging from side to side as she tried to keep track of all the entrances and exits.

She hated being alone like this. There was no one to watch her back. To tell her what she had to do. But she was... free. Wasn't she?

"I suppose you don't. However, I am speaking with you. And I haven't tried to harm you yet." How do you win the trust of a zombie? Now that was a question he'd never considered before.

"If it helps, I wouldn't have much to gain from trying, either. Though I am curious about these other 'deaders'."

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Canon Point Swap Meme

WELL HAVE YOU

Hahaha why do I get the feeling little will change

Kanoe Zouichi

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IT'S AN ACQUIRED TASTE, JR.

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MAN I'LL NEVER LIKE GUNS WHEN I GROW UP. "Grow up."

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