legionworld | 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.

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(It'll do, ~~pig~~ Kon. It'll do.)

"Ah, no, I've never had superpowers before." Did that make her less impressive in someone else's eyes? It certainly didn't bother her, but it would be pigheaded of someone to blame her for not having something so common around here before arriving. "I'm an archer, I've been serving my lord directly in his campaign for several months now."

He hadn't asked about her history, but it helped to explain that she was used to fighting.

"Okay," he starts, crossing his arms. "Now you're gonna have to explain something to me. 'Campaign'? You mean, like... war and stuff?"

There's no judgement or anything—it's a genuine question. Just to be sure. He didn't pay too much attention in history class.

(Mostly on account of not ever having taken a history class, or actually gone to school at all, but you know. That's beside the point.)

"That's right. War and stuff. I suppose you can say that in addition to being an archer, I'm a soldier as well, though I've had no formal knighthood training...really, I just consider myself lucky that I can help at all."

And isn't it infuriating to hear someone so selfless and modest? Even worse is the fact that she means it. Country and war are two very important things she can't afford to joke about, even if she's about five feet tall and looks more like she should behind the counter of Space Wendy's.

It doesn't bother him too much, at least. Self-centered as he is, Superboy still wants the best for people, so the idea of wanting to help is something he can relate to pretty easily.

Even if the rest of what she says is like, wow. Really old school.

"Maybe that's why you got dragged here. I mean, being a soldier's pretty different from being a superhero." Prob...ably. They seemed different to him, at least. "I bet there are things you can do that no one else can."

Like wash clothes in the river or milk a cow or something—

"Do you really think that's true?"

Rebecca sounds a little unsure about that statement. It's bold to think that there are things that only she can do. She's not into self-loathing; she knows she works hard, but there are still so many people with more skill than she has.

But it still feels nice to hear that, even if Kon is making fun of her in his head.

"Well, yeah. If this was something only one person could do, they wouldn't need so many of us."

If he hadn't lost his powers, it might have been harder for him to see that. But when you went from being able to do just about anything to only being able to do a few things here and there... Well, you sort of learned the value of others. You learned that the world couldn't only revolve around you (even if you were pretty awesome).

Granted, it still bummed him out that he couldn't do more. (He was supposed to be Superman.) But if they only needed Superman, it would be him here instead of them. It was the only thing that made sense.

She still can't imagine why it would be her. She knows she's capable, but women like Lyndis and Louise are so much more so. But she won't let that get her down, no, she actually feels a little better.

"I'll work hard to make sure no one has to pick up my slack, then." And just because of how he'd greeted her, she decides she'll try to get Kon to measure up to her level of earnestness. "Since you've been here so long, I'll be looking up to you, alright? It'll be an honor to see a Legionnaire always working his hardest and setting an example."

"I don't know much about the whole Legionnaire thing," he said. That seemed a little bit contradictory compared to what he said before about living here for most of his life, but he continued without hesitation. "But I'm pretty much, like, a professional superhero. I mean, this is what I was born to do, so that's gotta count for somethin'."

The problem with earnestness and Superboy was that you had to get past all the bluster and boasting in order to see it. It was there... just hidden under a few layers of, 'But look at how awesome I am.'

(That did not mean, however, that he should be an example for anybody. He really, really probably shouldn't be.)

"Ah...but hadn't you..."

She blinks, confused for the eighteenth time this conversation. Is he making fun of her? Is he really bad at lying? Is he just bad at remembering things? It's really hard to tell what's going on, so she just shakes her head.

"That's...impressive, at least, that you already know your calling. There are a lot of people who don't, I think. So you have at least one thing going for you."

At least one, meaning this is the first credit she's giving him.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, sounding (and looking) far from convinced. "I didn't exactly get to choose it. Maybe it's weird, but I don't think I'd mind havin' to think about it."

It wasn't that he didn't like being a superhero, because he did, but he wondered sometimes what it was like to not know, to have to think about it and figure it out himself. This earnestness, too, is fleeting, though.

"But anyway, long as I'm around, I'll do what I can to help. I guess that counts for other heroes, too."

Teammates should help each other, or something like that.

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