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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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But he knew the problems that would cause. She had the feel of one who could be easily annoyed and irritated, the type to lash out when her expectations weren't met. She wouldn't be the first he'd known.
"Locus," he replied dryly.
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"And what can you do, Locus, other than lug around that armour?" Of course, that might be his power, which would be rather disappointing. Azula was hoping for something a bit more dramatic.
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Of course she's digging for particulars, but he doesn't feel much like performing tricks for her amusement. Though he might pull one of them out, if she continues to annoy him.
Meanwhile, he's assessing her. Clearly she'd been in command of someone or something, at one point. She has all the mannerisms required.
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Azula was beginning to tire of his stubbornness. Though the idea of having soldiers to command again was appealing.
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Because he'd apparently proven that he was useful to the Time-Trapper who'd brought him here in the first place. Enhanced and given the opportunity to serve, it seemed all the validation he needed.
Who was she, that he needed to spend the effort impressing her?
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