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Action-Log [Open]---Cleaning up and Organizing

Who: Trunks (Future) and YOU (Open to all.)
What: After dealing with a haunted village and an abyss that feeds on rage, Trunks needs something normal and productive to do. Cleaning and organizing it is!
When:Post-orientation events? (Especially post his)
Where: Main Library--Dorm section
Warnings: Dust? None yet.

After checking in with the Librarians, after his and Sunset's adventure in the book with the butterfly on it and the cursed village and abyss, Trunks needed a distraction. A solo distraction, given the memories and emotions dealt with on their adventure. Wandering in the 'safe' areas but near the main-desk, eventually he found his way to what looked like a dorm section.

This must be where they would all be staying. There were empty name-plates on doors lining a hallway, and looking in one produced what he'd expected. Small rooms with basic furniture, and an attached bathroom. But the furniture was all stacked, and dusty, and linens were folded and left on the bed. Perfect--cleaning and organizing would give him something to do that would be mindless enough, but physically active.

He claimed a room by virtue of leaving his jacket and sword in it, and pulling the furniture down. Chair off the desk, making the bed, and he'd dust his own later. Taking one of the towels, he moved methodically down the hallway. Each room got a thorough dusting, and the beds were made and furniture set right and organized. Not more physically taxing than helping with the shelters he did back home, for those who'd escaped the Androids.

[OOC: Come say hi to a sweaty demi-saiyan doing some house cleaning. Feel free to help him, or not.]

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Rose got up and gingerly sat beside him on the mattress, gently giving a small hug around the shoulders. Bad habits died hard, and she'd been known to comfort even enemies she'd been raging at only seconds before.

"I've spent the last... I can't even count how long, trying to make a fixed point, to keep someone from dying." She let out a deep breath and hugged Trunks a little harder. "For what it's worth, it gets easier, yeah?" she gave him a lopsided grin, trying to cheer him up with her promise. "It really does. Because eventually you get the hang of what causes what else, and it's a lot easier to snap the right things into place." She gently nudged a fist to his chin in a 'cheer up' move. "And it sounds like, you're working against a lot more than just one man's own stubborn stupidity like I am, yeah?" another wry lopsided grin, because there was a lot more to it than that, but still. "It gets better, I promise," she gingerly knuckled his shoulder comfortingly.

It's probably like hugging a rock, as Trunks is mostly muscle for all his slim build otherwise. Nor does he get hugs often, as he's looking at her, startled-surprise in blue eyes. It's not unwelcome though, as he takes a breath, and listens.

"I was still in that alternate past, when I was brought here. The second time. We might've found a way, even if the Androids I know still exist there. We also have everyone alive, and people are stronger." His father was stronger. That had to count for something.

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Yeah, he's reminding her more than ever of her blue-eyes Doctor, like when they first met. But with a touch of herself in there. She wondered slightly if the Doctor would hate what had happened to her. That she'd become a bit harder, tougher, stringier.

Rose nodded her head and tried to knuckle his shoulders a little more to ebb out the tension, but it was like knuckling a wall, jeez. At a better time, she'd have to ask him what his workout regime was. She'd taken to doing running and gymnastics to keep in shape for her job, but that was definitely something else.

"Even just one person being alive changes the universe," she insisted quietly. "I know, because I made a paradox once. Endangered the whole universe. My friend was livid. It used to be his job to prevent that kind of thing, and he's the only one left that can. Well, and he thought I was just usin' him for it but--" she shook her head and bit her lip again, "Trust me, yeah? One person can make all the difference. Lots of people? And you're virtually unbeatable."

"You have no idea how much I hope you're right about that." A definite need for hope and belief there, with that determination. But there's another deep breath, and Trunks is at least able to smile a little. "It is nice to have someone to talk about this with. The only other person here who really knows anything about me is Sunset Shimmer, and that's because we got sucked into a book together. She's has Empathic abilities and is a touch telepath too."

Turning slightly, then a deliberate shift away even if he's still sitting on the mattress. Not used to being touched, clearly. He might also be blushing just a bit--just a tiny bit. "Part of how we had to get out of the book though, involved her having to channel emotions from us both. She got some of my memories while doing so."

"I know so," Rose insisted with a nod of her head. "The power of one life on the whole universe has been drilled into my skull more than everything else." She held up both hands with a small laugh. "Mind ya, nothing else tends to stick, right? But that one has. That's how important it is."

As for Sunset, she blinked. Well that explained a bit more. "Ah..." she sucked on one of her fingers, and went back to the chair. "She mentioned that it was Japanese occult rituals. Sounded pretty cool, but I'm guessin' it wasn't?"

Oh no, big tough guy being so cute. It's her total weakness. Worse than Jack and the blue-eyes Doctor, really.

Big-tough-guy who's definitely shy and not used to being around people, okay?

There's a blink, and then a completely serious and deadpan. "We weren't going to do the rituals in the book, to appease the Abyss we found. It feeds on anger and pain and rage right?" There's a brief laugh, not entirely nice, and a hint of smirk. "I have a lot of that."

ADORABLE!

Rose's eyes widened a lot at first, but at his laugh, she grinned softly, and chuckled right back. "I think I get why it shook up Sunset a bit then." Empaths. Never easy.

"But you're okay now?" she tilted her head a little worried. "Did you manage to seal the abyss or whatever?"

That brings a more genuine, and mirthful laugh. Leaning on his knees on his elbows again, and a breath. Much calmer now, even with the serious subject. "I'm a lot better. That's part of why I was cleaning. I needed something mindless to do."

And he should really get back to that, so back to his feet and the wiping down of the dresser it is. "We didn't--it's not our place. But we gave it a huge case of indigestion. I'm just glad I didn't break her hand, since she had to hold mine to channel. I did bring some medicine out from the book though, and she said it was fine since then."

"Gotcha. Still looks tiring," she lightly teased, but mostly as an excuse for not helping.

"'m glad you're okay," she added genuinely. "My mission seems really easy now. We were just in board games. Checkers and Mousetrap. Lots o' runnin' and jumpin' but that's been the story of my life for years now."

"I think I'd have preferred that." Physical activity and challenges were not a problem for him, and he was no slouch in the brains department either. "Then again, facing down an abyss that feeds on pain and rage? Not that dissimilar to what I was dealing with either. At least in terms of hopelessness and constantly fighting against an enemy you can't easily beat."

Frown on his face, and he took a deep breath to relax again. Really, he was alright. Better anyways, than he had been. Dresser done, and he was nudging it back into position. Step back, rolling his head slightly to ease some tension, and then looking at her. "Other than tired, you alright?"

"Same," Rose got up and tried to help via knuckling out some of the tension again, only to shake her head in disbelief. "Seriously, what is your daily work out regime? Because if I get an hour a day in, I'm good and I'll call it quits," she scowled slightly, "Micks always said I should put in more time at the gym if I was gonna eat so much chips but then he wonders why we're not datin' anymore," she laughed jokingly.

"Yeah, I'm all right! I got some good news, that my friend is here, like I said, so I'm excited. But tired," she winked, and knuckled his shoulders a little harder, aiming for releasing some of the tension from specific points. "Don't work too hard, okay cutie? Even superheroes gotta sleep sometimes."

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He straightens a bit at the unexpected touch, again that hint of blush, and his head ducking. "You don't want it. I've been fighting for my life for the past 5 or so years. Before that it was being frustrated that I wasn't allowed to really fight, because no one would train me and mom didn't wanna lose me like she lost my father to the Androids."

That harder knuckling gets a little bit of give, and the teasing gets a full out obvious blush. Definitely ducking his head there, moving to grab the bucket and rag in nerves. "I'm not a superhero, believe me."

Oh no, it's so super cute!

"Ah gotcha. My Mum was a bit like that too early on. When she'd lost my Dad." She rubbed the bridge between her eyes. She loved Pete, her Dad that never was, but then he was suddenly... but seriously going from twenty years of not having a father, to suddenly having one, and your Mom marrying him and having another child was a headache. She was happy for her, and loved Tony, loved Peter too, but it was still complicated.

"No? Sounds like it to me~!" she teased, sticking out her tongue to the side cheerfully. "Wait so... you brought people back to the new future, yeah? Does that include your Da'?" Because now she's crazy curious. Especially given the paradox, and then her own situation with Peter Tyler.

A blink, the mood shifts causing him a moment to catch up from the questions.

Well, okay--looks like someone else was getting the story too. Putting the bucket back down, and turning. Nudging her back over to the chair. "I didn't. I couldn't bring people to the new future. I altered the past, so as near as I can guess...maybe there's two roads now where there were one. A split happened, since my past--their future--didn't change."

Gonna go back to sitting on the mattress, manner serious again.

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"No," Rose tried to clarify, after returning to the chair, sitting backwards again, "What I mean is, you said... people who had died before lived instead, yeah?" A pause. "Unless I'm getting too caught up in my own story, which is possible." She shook her head to think it through. "The androids are there, but different? Did your dad still die?" Heavy topic, but she couldn't think of how to better lighten it.

Bringing his legs up, to sit cross-legged, and he leaned on his elbows again. "Alright, so--first things first." A hint of smile. "I'm glad you found your friend. I know you were excited and worried about seeing him again." He didn't miss that detail, even with everything else going on.

"Secondly, remember when I talked about Frieza, coming to Earth with his father for revenge? That was about 22-23ish years before I was born." It got a bit hazy, with the time-travel.

Rose gave him a wry grin right away at that. "Mm, he was dead in some... a lot of the timelines I had to deal with," she admitted finally. "But that's just between you and me, yeah cutie?" Since the last thing she needed was for the Doctor to scold her for saving him. If he did that, she might take a page from her mum's book and slap him. Probably not really, but again, she'd be tempted.

She nodded her head, following along easily enough and made a note to herself mentally to tell him about her OWN father situation when she could. If not tonight, the certainly later.

That hint of blush returns. "Could--could you just...use my name?" Definitely shy on some things, clearly. But he did nod; he wouldn't tell her friend--whenever he figured out and met who that was.

"So, in the original time-line--Goku dealt with Frieza and King Cold. Then 6 months later, he dies of some kind of sickness of the heart." A pause, his eyes showing he was remembering stories, as well as his own experience. "2.5 years after that, the Androids appeared. I'd been born the year before. These two...they were stronger than any opponent that had appeared before right? Artificial humans, and they took out the strongest martial artists on the planet easily. Piccolo--that's the Namekian, my father, Krillin, all of them. Goku's son Gohan survived--although I don't know if it's because he fought and ran when he was outclassed, or just didn't fight in the first place."

No judgement there, as Trunks understood very well--and still mourned his master. Gohan had saved his life, and been like a brother.

She laughs so much at the first part, although she tries to stifle it, the giggles still come out. "I'll try," solemn promise.

The grin dropped as she listened even more solemnly, eyes following along dark and sympathetically. "So Gohan was the only altered survivor?" Still, one person can change all of human history, she knows that... far too well.

"No, this is all before I altered anything. This is all still current up to my time-line, my past. Their future." Trunks explained patiently. "The Androids continued their reign of terror, decimating cities and killing people all for their own amusement." Again it was clear he carried a lot of weight and guilt here, tone solemn as he shared his memories. "I think Gohan had started trying to help people, to fight back--but he couldn't take on the Androids."

A sigh, and Trunks was taking another deep breath. A slight shift of his posture, calling on inner discipline to keep himself calm even as he shared painful memories. "When I was 14, I managed to get in touch with him, and to mother's frustration--even though she knew she couldn't stop us--Gohan started to train me properly. I'd learned some stuff myself--it's in my blood, if nothing else. He had managed to achieve the state of power, in terms of level, that Goku had. I kept trying to achieve it myself--I believed if we had that level, we could fight back and beat the androids."

Rose tilted her head, she'd say Gohan sounded like the Doctor. Lone survivor of the war and someone her Mum didn't want her running away with, and yet she stubbornly did anyway.

"Your Dad was a fighter then?" Since he said it was in his blood. "Mine was a crazy inventor. He believed in trying anything, being willing to sacrifice himself for others, so long as it was doing something, no matter how crazy. 'S how he died even when I made a paradox trying to make him survive." She quietly bit a finger. "Power level?"

That actually made the corner of his mouth turn up in a hint of smile. "My mother was an inventor and business woman. So was her father, although he was more pure inventor." Kindred-spirits---Trunks was definitely starting to feel like they were kindred spirits in a way.

Kind of glad he'd opened-up to Rose now, even if he hadn't planned on it.

"Power-levels...right." Trying to think of how to explain. "Let me back up some. Remember those aliens I told you I was familiar with? and ki-manipulation?" She needed some information, before he could continue. Part of him wanted to wince--as she was probably going to tease him about being a superhero again too.

Definitely kindred spirits. Rose laughed and offered Trunks another bro-fist. "My Dad too. Businessman. In the parallel universe -- sort of like an alternate timeline, I fell into, he's crazy wealthy and markets all these health drinks. 'Tonics' my mum called 'em. She wound up marrying him, the alternate universe version of my Dad, and moving there. That's where he's the head of Torchwood. Uses his money and business connections to invent more," she beamed. "That's how I came back. Dimension cannon."

She nodded her head about the ki and aliens. "So like a psychic fighting kung-fu alien thing?"

He leaned forward enough to repeat it, tapping her knuckles with his a little harder than her nudge earlier. Definitely not nearly enough to hurt her though, but to accept it. "My mom basically is responsible for like...90% of the basic conveniences of the modern world, in terms of making things more efficient. At least before things started going to hell. And yes, my Father was a fighter. That's relevant to the next part too."

Good job Rose, he's grinning again and actually relaxed. Or maybe it's he's finally getting tired. Who knows?

"Well, ki-manipulation is actually something anyone can learn, provided they have the right training. Pure human martial artists can do it, although it's really rare for them to do much more than basically have an idea of how to 'sense' someone, or use it to boost their endurance and stamina. Basically think of 'ki' as being your entirely body/mind/soul being in balance and focused. Namekians just are more adept at it, and can use it to do other things--like energy blasts, or flying, in addition to sensing someone's presence as well as their rough level of ability."

"Wow, definitely hardcore," Rose laughs, and is pleased with herself for not falling over from the fist-high-five. "Even Pete can't claim title to that much. And Torchwood kind of half steals and cannibalizes alien tech a lot of the time," she winked to him.

As for anyone being able to do ki manipulation... "Wot, really?" She tilted her head. She knew TimeLords were far more advanced with psychic energies, and the TARDIS used to offer her some protection, and Torchwood trained everyone in rudimentary psychic levels but even just being able to tell someone else's capacity.... "Yeah? Can you sense mine?" Another head tilt.

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THIS ONE is after Trance but b4 Doctor yes. I CAN ORGANIZE RIGHT?

That'll work.

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