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[breathingsounds.livejournal.com]

WHO: Darth Vader... and you?
WHERE: Walmart or something.
WHEN: RIGHT ABOUT NOW
WARNINGS: This is Vader there is always a possibility of violence. Always. IF YOU HAVE NOT YET FILLED OUT HIS PERMISSION PAGE IN HIS JOURNAL AND WOULD LIKE TO TAG IN HERE I would appreciate it if you'd stop by there first.
SUMMARY: Look you cannot throw Vader into a (fairly) normal city and not have really bizarre and sometimes hilarious things happen I mean he's Darth Vader.
FORMAT: words

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[It had taken a period of adjustment, to begin to acclimatize himself to the City. The technology here was pathetic and backwards, though Vader had still already begun using the rudimentary parts available to him to build things that might be of use to him. But the lack of parts themselves had been something strange and unusual, and the fact that he was so unknown, that there was so little available. The idea of shopping was still a strange one, and shopping in these sanitized impersonal superstores was odd. Still, he had found mixtures of proteins and vitamins (convenient, that these people kept key ingredients in pills or powders) that were necessary, mixed in with a dizzying variety of other foods, some almost familiar and some almost not, all in cans and bottles and boxes - it seemed that almost no one here had diets any more natural than his was, despite the extreme circumstances that had forced such radical changes to his.

It was useful, if an oddity, that these ingredients were kept in such close proximity to everything else, and it was odd to procure them himself, with this cart, without anyone there to take them for him.

But one made do.

And so Darth Vader, heir to the Empire and second in command, was shopping.]

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[warriorsuperb.livejournal.com]

[ The Incredible Hercules, son of Zeus and warrior superb, had been shopping for condoms but a few aisles down. It was supposed to be a quick in and out trip, a box of Magnums and perhaps some potato chips to go with the beer that Thor still hadn't bought he had hidden in a small refrigerator in his room--but then he saw the tall, black-garbed man carefully perusing each bottle and box in the vitamin aisle--

--and did a double take.

Not because the man was familiar--he was, vaguely, but Herc couldn't quite place him--but because he was so obviously a villain.

That, or a really bad impersonator from one of those conventions Amadeus talked about. That possibility demanded a gentle--but friendly--approach. Hercules walked toward the man and stopped a few feet away. ]

What is the object of your search?

[breathingsounds.livejournal.com]

[The relative quiet of a store at midnight, with the lights slightly dimmed to conserve power, was a marginally more appropriate backdrop for someone who walked around cloaked in a black cape and a all-encompassing suit of black body armor than bright white walls and floors and screaming children would have been. It's enough of a difference that the mechanized breathing as Vader peruses the isle approaches the proper level of menacing.

It is simply not as much so as it normally would be, but Vader does not expect the same level of respect in the City that he commanded at home. It would be nonsensical to do so. And being approached by strangers is, though nothing new, still an irritant.]

I cannot see how that is any business of yours.