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legionworld2016-11-29 05:47 pm
agnominal) wrote in legionworld2016-11-29 05:47 pm
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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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And still cranky about being rammed into by a runaway cart, thank you for noticing, Pidge. Slowly, his gaze dropped to the contents of said cart. Just where had she been going in such a hurry?
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"Good to meet you..." If it sounds a little less than sincere, it's because she's noticed his attention drop to her cart and that makes her uneasy. Because she'd try to size him up in the exact same way.
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Almost immediately he spoke to cut her off, regarding her stonily. "The formality is unnecessary. You're not glad. Don't pretend to be."
It's dishonest, to his mind. And he's had quite enough of people pretending to feel one way towards him to disguise another.
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Pidge grips the kart handle with both hands, ready to push. "I probably would have been glad, if you hadn't been so standoffish, but at this point I think I'm OK with staying out of each other's way."
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He hadn't really expected an apology, but neither did have the desire to engage in false niceties. They were here to accomplish the Legion's mission, nothing more.
With one last dispassionate look in Pidge's direction, the armored soldier had turned, hopefully to continue his exploration of the station without being rammed into by such careless individuals.