Carbon Copies [OPEN!]
Jul 6, 2014 17:39:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 17:39:35 GMT -5
| Blurb: Dante's vortex manipulator has had a blip, dumping her down in London in the midst of a comic convention - unaware that she is a main character in a comic herself. The writer of these comics is an anonymous mystery, and as she wanders around meeting many people cosplaying as Captain Dante Wilder of the Vanquisher and getting her accent all wrong she begins to wonder if things are quite as they seem. Who is really writing these comics? How do they know so much about her? However, it seems she's not the only victim... Open for one/two others c: |
Captain Dante Wilder
Fear is our tradition, darlin'
As a general rule, Dante hated vortex manipulators. They dumped you where they wanted, when they wanted and broke down more than a ship thrice their age. However it was a much needed holiday for the crew, Irwin had gone back to visit his family, Dax had disappeared on a side-job with Kabe and Orion which left Lars ship sitting with nothing more than Ood and a deck of cards for company.
Dante had wanted to take a few days away from the ship to investigate new trade links and didn't want to take it down to planetary level as their shields needed replacing. It wouldn't do to scare all of London more than once a year. As such, she had reluctantly strapped on the vortex manipulator, nodded a farewell and been vaporised into tiny atoms- the physics didn't matter to her, all she knew was that this pesky device liked to play games with her.
This time she vaporised into...
a bathroom stall. Fantabulous. Her foot had gone down the thankfully empty toilet bowl but her boot was now soggy. The pirate glared disappointedly at the device around her wrist, sparking in an odd and certainly unhealthy way. "Well ain't this pretty." She hissed, the device finally dying as she pushed open the stall door.
What she came face to face with looked like herself, but she wasn't looking in the mirror. The other her was slightly shorter, her scales the wrong shade of green and frankly the wrong shape all together. It was like she'd been taken apart and reassembled with odds and ends. Dante blinked once, staring at the other her with a clearly disdainful yet confused face. The other her smiled and held out her hand. "Wow, your cosplay is good!" She gushed, reaching out to touch her jacket. "There's even real oil on the jacket, I used black paint for mine - cheaper really. I don't remember her wearing a vortex manipulator much though, not after the Juton 5 incident."
Dante didn't understand. What was a cosplayer? Why wouldn't the oil on her jacket be real? The Juton 5 incident? Dante had certainly been to Juton 5 and been stranded for a week whilst she repaired it. Her face became a tighter frown. "Where am I? Why do you dress as me? How the hell do you know of Juton 5?" She asked through gritted teeth, nudging away the girls hand that was still poking and prodding her jacket. The other her gave her a look, then made an 'oh'ing notion and smiled knowingly. "I love a dedicated cosplayer!" She whispered. Dante didn't smile.
"You are in London, Captain Wilder. Here in the middle of a party, it seems you are quite famous in these parts. Mind as you go now!" The girl pushed past and into one of the cublicles, giving Dante a wink as she did so. The pirate just glowered at her back and trod out of the bathroom, leaving behind one soggy footprint as she walked.
The sight on the other side of the door turned her limbs to lead, and no, it wasn't just due to the planet's gravity. There was more than one version of her. There was more than one version of her. There were Lars's, Irwin's, Dax's and even Oods. People were dressed up as Kabe and Orion. One Magpie cosplay had her scowling as she walked past but there were many, many people (she swore she saw one dressed as Vanq) dressed up as the people from her life.
Shocked, the pirate put a cool face on and stormed through the crowd ignoring their comments and picked up a comic book from a nearby vendor, flicking through it.
Woah, that was not what she expected at all.
The cover was of her standing defiant in front of the Vanquisher holding Pilax to gunpoint whilst the man was on his knees. She certainly remembered that. Flicking through it, there was a pane by pane drawing of those events even down to the words she had spoken that day! Dante couldn't believe it, chucking some earth coins at the man and walking off with her head in the story. How did someone know this much about her? How had she become a character in a comic? The pirate scowled deeply and read as she stormed through the convention, she was going to get to the source of this and find out where she had been compromised.
There was only one flaw in the plan... the author was anonymous.
Dante had wanted to take a few days away from the ship to investigate new trade links and didn't want to take it down to planetary level as their shields needed replacing. It wouldn't do to scare all of London more than once a year. As such, she had reluctantly strapped on the vortex manipulator, nodded a farewell and been vaporised into tiny atoms- the physics didn't matter to her, all she knew was that this pesky device liked to play games with her.
This time she vaporised into...
a bathroom stall. Fantabulous. Her foot had gone down the thankfully empty toilet bowl but her boot was now soggy. The pirate glared disappointedly at the device around her wrist, sparking in an odd and certainly unhealthy way. "Well ain't this pretty." She hissed, the device finally dying as she pushed open the stall door.
What she came face to face with looked like herself, but she wasn't looking in the mirror. The other her was slightly shorter, her scales the wrong shade of green and frankly the wrong shape all together. It was like she'd been taken apart and reassembled with odds and ends. Dante blinked once, staring at the other her with a clearly disdainful yet confused face. The other her smiled and held out her hand. "Wow, your cosplay is good!" She gushed, reaching out to touch her jacket. "There's even real oil on the jacket, I used black paint for mine - cheaper really. I don't remember her wearing a vortex manipulator much though, not after the Juton 5 incident."
Dante didn't understand. What was a cosplayer? Why wouldn't the oil on her jacket be real? The Juton 5 incident? Dante had certainly been to Juton 5 and been stranded for a week whilst she repaired it. Her face became a tighter frown. "Where am I? Why do you dress as me? How the hell do you know of Juton 5?" She asked through gritted teeth, nudging away the girls hand that was still poking and prodding her jacket. The other her gave her a look, then made an 'oh'ing notion and smiled knowingly. "I love a dedicated cosplayer!" She whispered. Dante didn't smile.
"You are in London, Captain Wilder. Here in the middle of a party, it seems you are quite famous in these parts. Mind as you go now!" The girl pushed past and into one of the cublicles, giving Dante a wink as she did so. The pirate just glowered at her back and trod out of the bathroom, leaving behind one soggy footprint as she walked.
The sight on the other side of the door turned her limbs to lead, and no, it wasn't just due to the planet's gravity. There was more than one version of her. There was more than one version of her. There were Lars's, Irwin's, Dax's and even Oods. People were dressed up as Kabe and Orion. One Magpie cosplay had her scowling as she walked past but there were many, many people (she swore she saw one dressed as Vanq) dressed up as the people from her life.
Shocked, the pirate put a cool face on and stormed through the crowd ignoring their comments and picked up a comic book from a nearby vendor, flicking through it.
Woah, that was not what she expected at all.
The cover was of her standing defiant in front of the Vanquisher holding Pilax to gunpoint whilst the man was on his knees. She certainly remembered that. Flicking through it, there was a pane by pane drawing of those events even down to the words she had spoken that day! Dante couldn't believe it, chucking some earth coins at the man and walking off with her head in the story. How did someone know this much about her? How had she become a character in a comic? The pirate scowled deeply and read as she stormed through the convention, she was going to get to the source of this and find out where she had been compromised.
There was only one flaw in the plan... the author was anonymous.
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