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going native
Who| Locus and YOU? Open.
What| Newcomer to the Legion finding his feet.
Where| Wandering around Legion at large. Locations will be notated.
When| /coughs vaguely and gestures randomly
Warnings/Notes| n/a
It was difficult, even now, to part with the armor. He'd born its weight, its visage, its name for years now, rather than his own. If this was truly meant to be a new start, he should start by leaving it behind. He was no longer meant to be simply a weapon, a gun, but a warrior earning worthiness.
But some habits are difficult to break. He's not ready to show his face. Not yet.
So, on the initial walkthrough of what is expected to be home base for some time, Locus does so in full armor. It does much to ease his sense of discomfort in finding himself in unfamiliar territory, surrounded by strangers, alone. But the way that helmet turns to side-eye people who pass speak volumes about that unease, even if his expression isn't visible.
It's easy enough to find himself on a self-guided path. Past crew quarters, through the mess hall, past the training room and holodeck, before halting briefly on the observation deck for a time. This, at least, feels familiar. The vast emptiness of the black void, dotted with cold, distant lights, and the looming shape of a planet beneath that would be satisfied to drag them down to its surface in a fiery heap.
So he's in a cheerful mood, in other words. Surely not too intimidating a figure to be spoken to.
What| Newcomer to the Legion finding his feet.
Where| Wandering around Legion at large. Locations will be notated.
When| /coughs vaguely and gestures randomly
Warnings/Notes| n/a
It was difficult, even now, to part with the armor. He'd born its weight, its visage, its name for years now, rather than his own. If this was truly meant to be a new start, he should start by leaving it behind. He was no longer meant to be simply a weapon, a gun, but a warrior earning worthiness.
But some habits are difficult to break. He's not ready to show his face. Not yet.
So, on the initial walkthrough of what is expected to be home base for some time, Locus does so in full armor. It does much to ease his sense of discomfort in finding himself in unfamiliar territory, surrounded by strangers, alone. But the way that helmet turns to side-eye people who pass speak volumes about that unease, even if his expression isn't visible.
It's easy enough to find himself on a self-guided path. Past crew quarters, through the mess hall, past the training room and holodeck, before halting briefly on the observation deck for a time. This, at least, feels familiar. The vast emptiness of the black void, dotted with cold, distant lights, and the looming shape of a planet beneath that would be satisfied to drag them down to its surface in a fiery heap.
So he's in a cheerful mood, in other words. Surely not too intimidating a figure to be spoken to.
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Somewhere inside her head, the gears are turning. A steady rhythm she's always been so keenly attuned to: opportunity, intelligence, something sharper than a general skillset. The kind of friends you can't buy for a dime a dozen.
"So, Locus," Sombra lets out a thoughtful breath, eyes flicking off in a quick scan of their surroundings, though it's played off as casually as anything. "What do you really think about all this? The idea that everyone can be a hero for a better cause."
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In the end, he tells her what he would tell anyone, without flinching or coaching the words in something more forgiving or idealistic.
"There are no heroes in war. And that is what this is. War. Even for something as simple as survival. If it eases their conscience to call it what they do, that's their concern."
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Besides, where's the fun in being careful to the letter?
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see which truth this place was built around." Initial survey taken and satisfied, she shrugs, camouflage flickering to life and masking her silhouette with lines of rapidly fading violet code. The man she's looking for is out there somewhere, and she did promise not to waste too much time. "Adiós, soldado. I'm sure we'll meet again."
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Somehow, he'd doubted he'd seen the last of her.
With a mild shake of his head, Locus continues down the hall. At least there was some small comfort to be had in knowing there were some who might be worthy of allying with, in the days to come.
As to Legion's real role and purpose? As she'd said. They'd have to wait and see.