Canon Immersion Meme

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Canon Immersion Meme



Have you ever wondered what your character would be like if they grew up in another universe? Maybe you've pictured Dean Winchester as a pokemon trainer specializing in Fighting types who travels from Kanto to Nuvema with his physic trainer brother, taking down rogue legendaries who are causing chaos for the local people. Or maybe you've pictured Sailor Moon as a Power ranger, or want to have Batman be a member of the Avengers.

Well dream no more, your chance has arrived.

HOW IT WORKS:

○Post with your character

○Tag other people. The person you tag determines the canon your character is being immersed in. Imagine them as having always lived in that universe. Make sure to include a little about them in your reply, especially if you are assuming any prior relationship with the person you're tagging. It obviously doesn't have to be lengthy, but a few details would be helpful to your new rp partner.

Comments

Aunty Entity//Mad Max: Beyond the Thunderdome

[aunty]

((If you're going to be immersed in a post-apocalyptic Wasteland, you could do worse than Bartertown...))

G. Callen | NCIS: LA

[37fosterhomes]

[Welcome to Los Angeles and the Office of Special Services, a highly classified branch of NCIS (Navy Criminal Investigation Services). Whoever you was before they're gone now. You're a special undercover agent. Don't get attached to things or routines. You're dealing with counter-terrorism against the Navy forces here. So buckle up cos it'll be a crazy ride.]

Blind!Frisk | Undertale | OTA

[mercybutton]

[Good luck in the Underground, unless you happen to be one of the monsters. In which case: they've probably died at your hand already.]

Liling 'Lily' Yang | Mage: The Ascension | OTA, m/f for shipping & smut

[splendidphoenix]

[ ooc: A long shot probably but Liling is a Mage from White Wolf's World of Darkness. I don't expect everyone to be super familiar with the canon, so general urban fantasy would also be fine for the purposes of this meme. ]

Mitsunari Ishida | Sengoku Basara | ota

[upadly_aniol]

[ooc: Imagine living in 1600s, only with more DBZ powers around, in the Land of the Rising Sun.]

Clarice Ferguson | Blink | Marvel Comics | ota

[blinkportal]

[Anyone interested in the Age of Apocalypse?]

[ihearyouthink]

[ooc: man would I love to...but since Charles is y'know, slightly gone....should I just toss him in as a sort of second Charles from another universe and see how he copes?]

[blinkportal]

[It's up to you, I suppose. The entire timeline is based on the premise that Charles died, and the closest character to a Charles would be Erik and Rogue's son Charles Lehnsherr. So if you want to make him a timeline immigrant, that could be neat. Or maybe Blink is the immigrant to Charles' timeline, and Xavier helps her cope with the changes.]

[ihearyouthink]

[ooc: younger Charles never did get to see Blink in the movie, which was pretty amazing. I'll make him the timeline jumper.]

Charles is lucky he survived the trip. It was a whirling dangerous vortex that sucked him up and spat him out in some dark alleyway. He ducks and covers as his wheelchair follows, just narrowly missing his head and crashing into the wall.

He can hear a few minds around him as he sits up. But strangely it seems very scarce for humans and mutants. Putting two fingers to his temple, he searches out the closest mutant for assistance.

Don't be alarmed, I need your help. Him sending a picture of the alley where he is and the broken wheelchair on it's side. If they don't want to help, well then he'll try someone else.

[blinkportal]

Blink was out scouting for the X-Men in the ruins on the outskirts of Apocalypse Island when she heard the telepathic distress call. Her first instinct was to ignore it; it sounded like the old Psi-Snare trick Apocalypse's telepathy liked to play from time to time. Send a distress call acting like an individual in distress, then ambush any X-Men or human rebels who come to assist. The X-Men had lost good people to that ruse, to the point that they no longer responded without thoroughly scoping out the situation.

For Blink, the tipoff was the nearby patrol of armored Infinites who converged on the designated alley. Infinites always had prior warning of the Pai-Snares, so they never got near an ambush spot. Blink decided to pay attention to this particular distress call, if only because the Infinites were interested.

She watched as five Infinites surrounded a brown-haired man lying on the ground with useless legs. "You need our help," one Infinite commented, pressing the barrel of his rifle against the man's head. "This just isn't your day."

Before he could pull the trigger, Blink opened a portal underneath the crippled man that deposited him a block away at Blink's feet. "Sorry about the gravity," Blink said as she quickly closed the portal. "But I thought you'd appreciate the evac."

Wait. Something was wrong. This man was too clean to be some native homeless man. This was a trap. "Hold on, you don't belong here. Who are you?"

[ihearyouthink]

What nightmare place was this?? Charles stared in disbelief, the gun barrel cold against his forehead. He felt certain that this was the end of him.

And then the ground opened up under him in the nick of time. He landed with a soft oof escaping him and heaving a sigh of relief as the portal closed above.

"That was a near bit of timing. Thank you, Miss Ferguson."

She seemed very suspicious for someone who had just saved his life. "Xavier. Professor Charles Xavier, at your service." Or he will be once he gets himself a working wheelchair. Till then, hopefully she doesn't mind him just sitting around.

Minoru - Narutoverse OC

[itmeanstruth]

[who wants to be a ninja?]

[blinkportal]

Okay, that was just unsettling. Blink, who had been schooled on mental shields from Jean Grey and later Exodus, just had her real name plucked out of her mind by some guy she just met. Some guy named Professor Charles Xavier. "That's pretty funny: you have the same name as a man who's been dead longer than I've been alive. But seriously, who are you? You're too clean to be from around here, and you have next to no survival instinct. Admit it, you're one of Apocalypse's agents, aren't you?"

[ihearyouthink]

...there was an insult in there somewhere, he had a feeling.

"Dead? What do you mean dead?" That definitely needs clarification.

Sigh. "I am not an agent of Apocalypse or of anyone. I'm a Professor at Xavier's School for Gifted Students in Westchester, New York." He didn't have much to back that up other than his word. Hopefully she had some kind of resource to check into that.

And if she doesn't mind him asking what will likely turn into the wrong question, "What is Apocalypse?"

Heimdall | MCU

[allseeingheimdall]

Eh, I'm halfway there with my post-apocalyptic FPS AU anyway, let's do this

[somethingclassical]

Long ago, Lemrina was once somebody...or rather, at least somebody with money. She had come from a well-to-do family, and even as a bastard child, she had lived in relative comfort. But her life had always been within a gilded cage, especially when her legitimate half-sister was the one who lived in the metaphorical sun while she had been swept under the rug, lest her very existence cast aspersions on her father for his indiscretion. Bitterness, jealousy, and simmering anger had been constant companions, and she had resented her lot in life on a daily basis.

The end of the world changed all that.

Her family was, for the most part, gone. She couldn't completely let go of her bitterness at her father, but he was dead, so there was no point dwelling on it. Her mother had died not long after she was born. But her half-sister...she was out there somewhere in the wastelands. As much as she had resented the "princess" before the collapse, she had to find her. Asseylum was only living family.

The Hunter wandered in from the wastes, lugging what salvage she had been able to find into Bartertown. It was a cruel place, but cruel out of necessity. With civilization reduced to little more than ash, human beings had to fight to survive. The frontier trading post was about as civilized as possible, given the state of the world. But Lemrina reflected on none of that, herself toughened through necessity and the iron will to survive. A perpetual scowl was on her face as she unceremoniously dumped her cache on the counter, her arms crossed with affected impatience for the appraiser, lest she seem weak or desperate.

She was done with being weak.

[blinkportal]

"Opposite of alive," Blink replied, shrugging. She couldn't help being a smart-aleck, but she also couldn't believe she had to explain the concept of death to somebody. How new was he?

Apparently, this guy was convinced he actually was Charles Xavier, but he was getting some details wrong. Worst imposter ever. "Nice try, but do better research next time. The estate in Westchester was where Xavier was born and raised, but he never taught there. He was in the planning stages of starting a school when he was killed." She knew the history backward and forward; one could hardly grow up around Magneto and not be privy to that particular history lesson.

Then she realized that if he really was a telepath, he could probably read in her mind everything she was and wasn't telling him. And trying hard not to think of certain facts only brought them to the forefront of her mind. Her brain was suddenly info-dumping all kinds of information about the Xavier Estate, Magneto, the X-Men, Apocalypse...everyone. "Oh god, shut up, brain," she scolded herself.

[ihearyouthink]

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It didn't make any sense. But there it was in her mind, like she said. It was like someone had rewritten history.

Knowing how dismayed she was at letting all this information slip, he puts his hand to his temple, shutting his eyes as he shores up her mental defenses for her. Don't try so hard, think of a wall, a solid wall around your mind.

He couldn't help falling into teacher mode automatically. Despite the fact he's sitting on the ground.

[blinkportal]

Hey, you stay out of this, she shot back at him mentally. You're not my real brain!

Yet, despite her resistance, his telepathic coaching was helping. The more she thought of a solid wall, the quieter all her mental chatter was.

She took a breath and looked down at him. "Okay, fine."

Concentrating for a moment, she caused them both to vanish in a flash of pink energy, reappearing in the great hall of the Xavier Mansion...which was crumbled and in serious disrepair.

"Hey Magneto!" she shouted down the vast hallway. "Sir? You're not gonna believe who I found! Some nutball who swears his name is--"

"Charles," a familiar voice spoke in disbelief. A white-haired man wearing red and purple approached them, removing a helmet to reveal the (older) face of Erik Lehnsherr. "Charles, how could it be you after all this time?"

[ihearyouthink]

He mentally braced himself for another fall but this trip was a little easier this time. Of course he instantly recognized the mansion but the state of it was shocking.

But not half as shocking as Magneto. Charles stared in disbelief up at him. "...Erik...this cannot be real." Yet, with his helmet off, he knew that it was. His friend looked so worn, many years between them now. "I scarcely know myself. I would not have been alive if it hadn't been for this young lady saving me in the nick of time."

man, I didn't even get a notif for this yet.

[aunty]

Bartertown is brutal in its way, but there's a civilized veneer to it and a set of simple but firm laws. Bust a deal: face the wheel. Thunderdome: two men enter, one man leaves. You can sell yourself; you can't sell anybody else. Caveat emptor. The organization, such as it is, tends to draw a crowd that remembers and regrets the fall of the old world. Sometimes that means people drop by who fancy themselves Wasteland heroes, sometimes they're outlaws living off the corpse of the dead world, sometimes just road warriors looking for an edge, looking to survive. That means there's a tough crowd behind those gates, but at least it's not a crowd of feral desperates or battle-hardened warlords, like you'll find in the desert.

Typically, the line at the counter is long in the morning and the evening, but for whatever reason the Hunter doesn't have long to wait right now. The bald man appraising goods at the desk looks her over critically before he eyes her cache. A lone young woman coming in from the wastes is a bit of an oddity. He won't question it, but he'll note it. Meanwhile, it's not as if there aren't other women there. Several of the guards hanging about are women in somewhat-impractical, yet impressive, black leather armor, with tumbling Mohawk headpieces made of feathers or boar bristles.

"Right," the man at the desk says. "It's a twenty percent cut for the house, to gain entrance. You're willing to pay?"

It's common knowledge that Bartertown survives on this kind of trade taxation, but twenty percent is a lot. He's starting high on purpose, seeing how much she'll fight them, but she'd be a fool not to haggle.


((I figured a post-Max Bartertown that's managed to recover from him trashing the place would work as setting/timing, if that's good for you. Entity will show up before long, promise!))

[blinkportal]

"Eh, it was no problem," Clarice replied. Standing off to the side as the X-Men's leader was, apparently, reunited with the man to whom he'd dedicated his entire crusade. "So...it's really him?"

Frowning at the possibility of this man as an imposter, Magneto turned to a dark-haired European man in red leather armor. "Exodus," can you confirm?"

Exodus stepped forward and placed a hand on Charles' forehead, his eyes going white. "I can try, Lord Magneto. Provided he holds very. Very. Still."

Clarice grimaced. "You're not gonna turn his brain into scrambled eggs, are ya, Paris?"

Exodus concentrated. "If he turns out to be an imposter to sully our savior's crusade, then yes. Also, if he makes sudden movements."

Memories of Charles' entire history and memories of Erik were unearthed with all the grace of a smash-and-grab operation.

I had to research Exodus vs. Xavier's powers, hope this is okay?

[ihearyouthink]

[....Lord Magneto?? Seriously? Charles thinks that's a bit much.

But he wasn't prepared for another telepath, or one as strong as Exodus. Wincing as memories of him and Erik are pulled forward. Saving him from drowning, joining forces, the day on the beach...but after that is too painful for him to share and he pushes back.]

That's enough!

[Just about throwing Exodus backwards with a mental shove. Now his head hurt and he was less cheerful than before.] Erik, there's no need for this. I don't know how I came to be here, but I do know this is not the future that was supposed to happen.

Charles Xavier | Xmen

[ihearyouthink]

It's cool!

[somethingclassical]

If she were completely honest with herself, the pink-haired young woman had to admit that there were far worse places than Bartertown. The Wastes were unforgiving; with her petite build, it had taken more than a few stabs to certain vulnerable areas to get the point across that she was not an easy target...or at least much more trouble than she was worth. She'd had to learn how to fight with every last dirty trick in the book to keep from becoming yet another defiled corpse out in the sands, how to effectively hide from the savage feral gangs roaming the dunes, and use both skill and wits to live another day.

By contrast, Bartertown was as safe a haven as anything could be. Not that she could let her guard down, but there were laws, some semblance of a civilized society there. That is, if she made herself useful. The useless were just as dead here as they were in the outback beyond.

There wasn't anything she could do about her slight build, but she kept her youthful face hidden below the hood of her cloak and covered with the scarf covering the lower half. Only the bright blue eyes were visible as they continued to glare at the appraiser. But he wasn't laughing or leering at the waifish Hunter; thank whatever for small mercies. Lemrina appreciated that small amount of professional courtesy, at least.

"You're kidding," she answered gruffly. "Five percent is all that's worth getting into this shithole." Sure, they needed to make a living, but so did she. After lowballing on purpose, now was just the familiar dance of haggling for a reasonable fee.

((Works for me!))