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legionworld2016-09-04 10:16 pm
thewildflower) wrote in legionworld2016-09-04 10:16 pm
softly, with grace [open]
Who| Rebecca & OPEN
What| After adjusting to culture shock, Rebecca is released to the world at large! Surprise, she's still overwhelmed.
Where| Around the tower!
When| Her first day or thereabouts, sometime after TTHS!
Warnings/Notes| None!
[Crew Quarters, generally around]
It’s just her luck to finish fighting one dragon and end up in some bizarre otherworld before she’s even made it back to the ship home.
...Actually, it isn’t, she thinks to herself. Normally her luck is pretty good, and she can’t imagine what she’s done in her life to deserve waking up in a death void and then finding herself surrounded by steel magic. But she’s over it! She’s definitely over it. It's been enough time that she's accepted this, and how could she not? She has people to help...people who aren't even here, but even people who are here. Rebecca never thought her soldier life would bring her to this point, but...you don't need a reason to help people, not when she's in such a position to do so. Becoming a Legionnaire had been the right thing to do, she's sure of it.
She’s inside the ship (or miniature planet, whatever, adjusting), she has her room and everything. Crew quarters aren’t much different than a tent (, she lies to herself)...and Legionnaires aren’t much different than fellow soldiers, and...
No, no, it’s all completely different, but she's going to get used to it! Just because it's different doesn't mean it's bad. Well, it's not good, she'll just figure it out! She settles on leaving her bow and arrow in her room and heading out on a walk to familiarize herself with everything. If anyone so much at looks at her for more than a half-second, she’ll greet them with a slightly hesitant, but still smiley:
"Excuse me...if you’re free, might I have a moment of your time?"
[Mess Hall]
The first thing Rebecca does in this new place is load up her tray with vegetables that look familiar to the ones she knew from back home. Well, or the ones that looked mostly similar. She’s not about to take her chances on that melon(?) with polka dots or the fruit she’d assumed was an orange until someone cut into it and revealed it was blue inside. What a ...wonderful place.
She’s ready to make her way to a seat, admiring how quiet the mess hall seems to be at this hour, when she notices that the ground is coated in some sort of slimy gelatin paste that someone had spilled previously. Just from looking at it, she knows it’s going to make a gross mess if she slips in it...and it’s too late to stop walking, her eyes going wide as she realizes she’s about to walk right into mess she’ll have to clean off of herself. Eyes on the wall, she just thinks at the last millisecond that she needs to get away, and—just like that, she vanishes in a flash of flame that disappears as quickly as it came.
The new problem is that she finishes putting her foot down as soon as she reappears, and the only thing in front of her is a wall. She immediately walks into it, hitting her head, and stumbles back. To everyone else, it probably looks like she burst into flame and then walked into a wall, but there was a very unfortunate chain of events there, and she looks mortified. The tray of vegetables she'd been holding onto just drops onto the ground with a clatter, and she hurriedly scoops them back on. Rebecca miraculously manages to say a few words before taking the quickest exit—hopefully someone will come and say something before she walks out, everything is the worst.
"Oh...oh, you idiot!"
Either way, she still needs to eat, and later she can be found standing next to a vending machine and eating whatever’s available inside of it. She looks exhausted and in need of a proper meal, but she will persevere. She can't afford not to.
What| After adjusting to culture shock, Rebecca is released to the world at large! Surprise, she's still overwhelmed.
Where| Around the tower!
When| Her first day or thereabouts, sometime after TTHS!
Warnings/Notes| None!
[Crew Quarters, generally around]
It’s just her luck to finish fighting one dragon and end up in some bizarre otherworld before she’s even made it back to the ship home.
...Actually, it isn’t, she thinks to herself. Normally her luck is pretty good, and she can’t imagine what she’s done in her life to deserve waking up in a death void and then finding herself surrounded by steel magic. But she’s over it! She’s definitely over it. It's been enough time that she's accepted this, and how could she not? She has people to help...people who aren't even here, but even people who are here. Rebecca never thought her soldier life would bring her to this point, but...you don't need a reason to help people, not when she's in such a position to do so. Becoming a Legionnaire had been the right thing to do, she's sure of it.
She’s inside the ship (or miniature planet, whatever, adjusting), she has her room and everything. Crew quarters aren’t much different than a tent (, she lies to herself)...and Legionnaires aren’t much different than fellow soldiers, and...
No, no, it’s all completely different, but she's going to get used to it! Just because it's different doesn't mean it's bad. Well, it's not good, she'll just figure it out! She settles on leaving her bow and arrow in her room and heading out on a walk to familiarize herself with everything. If anyone so much at looks at her for more than a half-second, she’ll greet them with a slightly hesitant, but still smiley:
"Excuse me...if you’re free, might I have a moment of your time?"
[Mess Hall]
The first thing Rebecca does in this new place is load up her tray with vegetables that look familiar to the ones she knew from back home. Well, or the ones that looked mostly similar. She’s not about to take her chances on that melon(?) with polka dots or the fruit she’d assumed was an orange until someone cut into it and revealed it was blue inside. What a ...wonderful place.
She’s ready to make her way to a seat, admiring how quiet the mess hall seems to be at this hour, when she notices that the ground is coated in some sort of slimy gelatin paste that someone had spilled previously. Just from looking at it, she knows it’s going to make a gross mess if she slips in it...and it’s too late to stop walking, her eyes going wide as she realizes she’s about to walk right into mess she’ll have to clean off of herself. Eyes on the wall, she just thinks at the last millisecond that she needs to get away, and—just like that, she vanishes in a flash of flame that disappears as quickly as it came.
The new problem is that she finishes putting her foot down as soon as she reappears, and the only thing in front of her is a wall. She immediately walks into it, hitting her head, and stumbles back. To everyone else, it probably looks like she burst into flame and then walked into a wall, but there was a very unfortunate chain of events there, and she looks mortified. The tray of vegetables she'd been holding onto just drops onto the ground with a clatter, and she hurriedly scoops them back on. Rebecca miraculously manages to say a few words before taking the quickest exit—hopefully someone will come and say something before she walks out, everything is the worst.
"Oh...oh, you idiot!"
Either way, she still needs to eat, and later she can be found standing next to a vending machine and eating whatever’s available inside of it. She looks exhausted and in need of a proper meal, but she will persevere. She can't afford not to.
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Even someone like her understood the importance of time; that had to be a universally frozen concept. She'd certainly heard stories about being frozen in time, or traveling back in time...but those were all myths and stories.
Smiling, she took another bite out of her food before continuing.
"Is Reinhardt another...Legionnaire?" She has to take a moment to recall the word; it wasn't a title she was used to yet herself. "I'll try to keep that in mind."
Listening to the rest of her words, Rebecca waited carefully for Ana to finish, occasionally taking another bite out of the food provided to her. She was careful not to eat too fast, even if it was nice to finally have a meal in her hands.
"My world...it isn't very..." She hated how awkward she sounded when using phrases like it, but she repeated Ana's words: "Technologically advanced. It isn't anything like this at all. The only large buildings we have are castles, and even those pale in comparison to everything else I've seen. An attending nurse had to spend an hour explaining...oh, electricity to me. I feel like calling me a fish out of water by this point would be an understatement."
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Ana hadn't been thrilled when Lena first joined Overwatch at such a young age, but it was out of her hands. The higher ups wanted every available asset they could get their hands on, and if that meant a genius test pilot who just happened to be a teenager, so be it. Thankfully, Lena was old enough to take care of herself now.
"Yes, Reinhardt came from my world, a little bit before I did. We were both in Overwatch together--similar to the Legion, but a bit more paramilitary--but before that he was in the Crusaders. He's as close to a modern knight as you can get."
Literally. From what she'd heard, they even had their own heraldry and everything.
"There's no shame in coming from a world where you have to work harder to get things done," she replied with a smile, noticing how awkward Rebecca seemed to get talking about technology. "It just means that if any of this amazing technology does fail, you've got a leg up on the rest of us."
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It sounded like Ana was fond of her, actually, and Rebecca could relate to being young and being a trooper. Literally. She'd enlisted in the Pheraen army when she was fifteen because it was the right thing for herself, for her lord, and for her family. Sometimes, things just needed to get done.
"I might not look it, but I'm a soldier myself." And it's something she sounds a little proud to admit, even if she looked a little embarrassed. "I'm a sniper for the region I'm from, Pherae. I have no small amount of skill with a bow these days, though I don't think I've seen one since arriving here."
Why was she always seeing guns? Just when did archery go out of style?
"I'll hope it won't come to that, but I can't say I'd be horribly upset if it did. I wonder if I'll ever get used to electronic lighting."
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Even so, Ana felt sorry for her. There wasn't much of a normal life for her outside of Overwatch given her condition.
"Sniper, huh?" Ana replied with a chuckle. "Sounds like we've got a lot in common, then, even if our kit's different. But where I'm from, there's a fellow running around using a tech-enhanced bow that's been giving us 'modern' snipers a run for our money."
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A countess with a bow, no less, who won her husband over with her archery skills. Rebecca thinks that there can't be anyone more beautiful or talented than she, and she beams recalling her.
And she's proud to nod at that.
"That's right. I was promoted a few months back while we were looking for my Lord's father, and...well, it's a very long story. I'm only glad that my bow and eye can be of some service to my country." But a technology-enhanced bow? That...wow, she can't even picture that. "How does a bow like that work? And...and modern snipers use these things called 'guns,' don't they? I've never seen one in person."
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"Well, she must be quite the person, then," she replied, letting no hint of what passed through her mind a moment ago slip. "I'm sure you do her proud."
"I've never gotten a close look at his bow, though I've had a few run-ins with him. But given the kind of technology we had back at Overwatch, I can take a couple guesses. Carbon nanotube string, high strength polymer body, mono molecular blade trick arrows...could be any number of things. I could probably ask Genji if he ever shows up here, I heard they're actually brothers..."
She looked thoughtful for a moment as she trailed off, before catching herself and turning back to Rebecca.
"Ah, but I imagine the tech boys here could probably come up with something that suits you. A good sniper's kit should be suited to them, and not the other way around."
Well over thirty years of experience taught her that and much, much more. Her gun had more notches on it than she cared to mention. She felt kind of sad that a girl as young as Rebecca was caught up in becoming a sniper, but she imagined her world was just like that.
"Yeah, guns are standard fare where I'm from, especially for snipers. High caliber and extremely long distance. Though my current gun is...a bit unconventional. To say the least."
She was just glad Ziegler wasn't here to complain about the 'misuse' of her biotic field technology.
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Even if their friendship had a brief one. Rebecca thinks that being transported to this world is a pretty good way to end a relationship, but even then the countess would have no reason to speak to her after the war. It's how life goes; there are no cellphones and every meeting is precious.
Rebecca is attentive when Ana speaks, though her expression when she explains the bow will explain how clueless she is about all of that.
"I'll take your word for it...I'll have to talk to them soon, I don't know how much use I can get out of my bow at the moment, and I'd hate to run out of arrows. I have a feeling bow and arrows aren't going to be easy to find here."
Or maybe there are specialty shops that carry them, what does she know? Nothing, but at least she's aware of that.
"How is it unconventional? If you don't mind me asking, that is, I don't know enough about them to tell the difference between one or the other yet."
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"I used to work for an organization called Overwatch. It wasn't entirely unlike the Legion, though we were a bit more...grounded, let's say, in the military. One of our recruits, Dr. Angela Ziegler, was just about your age when she joined us. She was a medical genius, and eventually developed a technology that could be used to heal soldiers in the field."
"Our engineer, Torbjorn, figured out a way to weaponize it. Make a rifle that hurt and healed. Ziegler wasn't happy with that, she was something of a pacifist, but we went ahead and had it developed anyway. It was too useful a weapon to simply abandon the idea for."
She laughed awkwardly. She knew Angela meant well. But once she developed a technology that could be weaponized, it was only a matter of time before someone did. Better them than the enemy.
"So there you have it. My rifle can take lives, and it can save them."
Somehow, she didn't sound entirely proud saying that last sentence.
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Well, who was she kidding, they'd all be the wrong words to say, but she could at least try to relate.
"It's...honestly, Ana, it sounds very complicated, but... I bet you've saved so many people! And so many of your friends, too."
Maybe that was the wrong choice, but just speaking to Ana, she knew it had to be true.
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"It's okay, dear. I've been a sniper long enough to understand the reality of it. It's sometimes necessary to take one life so that others might live. The notches on my rifle aren't trophies, but a reminder to myself not to take that fact for granted."
Her tone becomes a little more somber as she continues.
"I just want you to remember one thing, since you've chosen the same path for yourself. Even your enemies are people. There is no point in being needlessly cruel. I've seen too many of my fellow snipers toy with their targets, saying they're merely drawing out more of the enemy, but such cruelty isn't worth it. They are also someone's sons or daughters, the same as you are to your parents."
She leaned back, and let out a loud sigh.
"Ahh, there I go again. Here I just wanted to treat you to a nice lunch and some conversation, but I've gone and gotten all gloomy on you. I apologize."
She gave Rebecca a joking smile.
"You see, this is what happens when you get old."
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There's so much she can still do, she doesn't have to be nocking arrows for the rest of her life.
"I appreciate it, ma'am, I really do. I know I could never be like that...my only aim is to be of some use to my Lord. Every time I hit someone..." Which is often, because her speed and luck stats are fantastic. "...it's hard for me, too, but it'd be even worse if I did nothing. That's what I think."
Without Eliwood and the others, who would be facing the dragon, the Black Fang, preventing the world from coming to destruction? She'll leave that part out.
"You don't have to apologize, though! I'm really glad to have met you, I mean it. I'd been making a fool out of myself trying to get used to everything, and now I have someone new to talk to and some food in my stomach. I feel a lot better than I did before."
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"You're a good soul, dear. You remind me a lot of my own daughter."
Fareeha had always been strong and idealistic. Even if Ana disapproved of her choice to join the military, she knew her daughter was someone to be proud of. Though what her daughter actually thought of her after what she put her through was another story entirely.
She stands up, boxing up what's left of her meal to take with her.
"Well, I'm glad that I could give you a pleasant afternoon, at least. But I should probably let you go for now. At this rate, I'm going to start going on about the good old days, complain about young people music, and whatever else it is old people do."
She gives Rebecca another warm smile.
"It was lovely talking to you, dear. If you ever want to train, or even just to talk, just let me know. I'm pretty easy to find when I want to be."
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And even if Ana insisted otherwise, Rebecca would refuse to believe it. How could someone so kind and experienced be anything other than a good soul?
Rebecca gently set her box on the space next to her, standing respectfully when Ana did the same. She would finish her food here, but she'd still see Ana off, of course.
"Well...I can't say I know much about music, but it is awfully loud compared to the music I know." She flashed a smile. She can't imagine a situation where Ana would need her, but. "If you ever need me for anything as well, please don't hesitate to ask! I'd like to help in any way I can here. I hope we meet again soon."