voidtreckerexpress | OTA with Closed Prompt

"I've been settling in though, and I appreciate your help from the platform too. I met Glorfindel, among others." Saiyans and half-saiyans do have a certain build they can't fight.

"Good," Cassie says. "I know Glorfindel. Solid guy. Reliable. Co-nominated him for the council elections a while back."

"He thinks highly of you too." That had been clear. "Called you a pillar of team Purple." Still blushing, but a brief glance her way and part of his mouth quirked up. "Do all new arrivals get your personal attention like this?"

He can try and tease.

Good job, Trunks. You actually got her, a little. Her eyes dart to the side a moment. She wouldn't call it blushing, but for a moment, she looks a little less smug, even if she doesn't stop smiling.

"Well, only the ones that can give me the kind of fight you can. Which is...just you so far."

He learns and adapts quickly. "Guess Piccolo's been going easy on you then." Still teasing, but just in case that's not clear, he squeezes her hand in reassurance. She was a very good fight, and he enjoyed sparring with her.

"Maybe," Cassie says. "Might have to draw him out and see."

She squeezes his hand back and smiles as they enter the cinema car.

"Give me a minute while I set everything up. You grab some popcorn."

"Maybe we'll get lucky on a mission and have time to go all out in a spar." Trunks will try hard to not examine that warm-and-fuzzy-feeling he got when she squeezed his hand back right now. "Popcorn I can do. Soda too?" Because when you were watching a movie it was a rare time to engage in junk-food.

Not that there really was such a thing as junk food to a half-saiyan.

"Sure, whatever you can get to drink's fine," Cassie says.

She sets up the screening, as well as stepping up front to explain the basic details of the film to anyone else who happens to be there.

She slides into the seat next to him just as the opening credits start to roll.

Two things of popcorn, and two sodas, and a shy smile when she slides to sit next to him. "So how bad was it growing up with a famous dad?" The only thing he'll whisper before paying attention to the movie as much as he can, since he hasn't seen the others.

Seriously though, a ninja-mime? Then again, he supposed it wasn't any crazier than some other premises.

"I took the good with the bad," Cassie says. "Having money was nice. I liked it when he'd take me to the premiers. But the tabloid shit?"

Rather than finishing, she shakes her head and grabs a handful of popcorn.

The opening credits are intercut with scenes of a shadowy figure being chased through a nightclub, while music so Euro-90s it hurts blares (helpfully, if redundantly, labeled "Paris, 1997" by the title card).

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It's a completely different world than Trunks' own though, so he's paying attention. He might have to ask her about the year-names though, as 1997 seemed awfully in the future from how he was used to reckoning it. "Money can make things easier, it's true." He whispered back at one point, but mostly he was paying attention to the film.

"Sure does."

It can get you things like pony friends for the pony you already have. It's a miracle she didn't turn out completely ruined by it.

Meanwhile, one of the figures is revealed to be our intrepid hero. Why he is wearing makeup is unexplained, and will remain unexplained throughout the film. He's cornered the villain in a back room.

"I suppose you think I'm too late, don't you...Ninja Mime?"

"Wait, why is he wearing make-up?" It's the obvious question.

"Because he's the Ninja Mime."

It's the obvious answer.

As he is a mime, he can only nod in response to the villain's inquiry.

"You do not know the power I possess! I command the sands of time! It will NEVER be too late...for me!"

A portal opens in the wall and the villain dives in. The hero tries to go in after him, but crashes into a VERY visible wall.

Trunks winced, though whether in sympathy for the impact or because of how cheesy it seemed who could tell. Taking a sip of his soda too, and offering her more popcorn.

Cassie grabs another handful of popcorn, her hand brushing against Trunks's.

The film continues. The Ninja Mime reaches into his pocket to grab his watch. His face contorts in silent, exaggerated horror as the photo of a child and his mother slowly start to fade away. Then his expression grows more shocked still as the twin coffee mugs in the back of the photo, one labeled "World's Greatest Dad" and the other labeled "World's Greatest Mime" fade away as well.

She leans in to whisper to Trunks. "Just so you know, this series is supposed to be silly. So...don't feel bad if it, uh...is."

There was that warm-and-fuzzy-feeling again, and he could feel his blush returning. Then there was the evidence of the past being changed, and Trunks had to snort a bit. With her whisper he breathed a quiet sigh.

"Oh good. I really didn't want to be insulting by finding it funny."

"Nah, these were his stab at making a Jackie Chan type action comedy. You're good."

She smiles a bit, glad she could put him at ease about that, at least. Even if she's making him uncomfortable in...other ways.

And so the film progresses. The hero returns to his master, desperate and confused. He appears to know little of his plight. But together, they piece together the solution. The villain has traveled back in time, and means to erase all that the Ninja Mime holds dear - his family, and the art of mime itself.

It will take a great effort on his part. The art of mime is an ancient one, dating back as far as Ancient Greece. But it was France that perfected it, from the Middle Ages to the modern day. He must travel to medieval France and confront him there, while the miming techniques still exist to allow him to do so.

That one can travel back in time using mime is simply taken as a given.

"Never heard of him." Trunks whispered back quickly, but 'action comedy' was a good descriptor. He liked her smile, but he also really was trying to pay attention. Not that it was the deepest plot--except for the parts that were part of a world he was unfamiliar with. But he could guess enough from what was going on.

IT was weird though, as a 'mime' so far mostly reminded him of a silent Chao-Tzu. He might have to ask for more details later. "The physical acting is impressive." Trunks whispered--he could appreciate that at least and how difficult it had to be.

"A lot of people like to joke that these are his best movies because he doesn't talk much in them," Cassie says.

Most of the talking here is done by his master, whose repeated exhortation to "Mime back time!" is answered with the hero miming the backwards turning of a clock.

"Yeah, well, they probably don't appreciate just how hard not saying stuff can be." He'd found that out the first time he'd time-traveled to the past.

"Especially for Dad."

Who continues to wear a goofy, vaguely constipated expression on his face as he continues to mime back time over a swirling Mr. Peabody time vortex. De Gaulle, the World Wars, Napoleon, Louis XIV - all the history this film's financiers and core audience care about.

Until at last, he materializes on the ramparts of a castle.

A lot of it is very unfamiliar to Trunks, so he just watches quietly. A castle though, he recognizes and aside from the references to a world that is not his own, it's not been hard to follow. "Is that why he looks so unhappy?"

"Think that's just the makeup," Cassie says. "Though he says it was a hard shoot."

"About how old were you when he made this one?" Trunks asked curiously.

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