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justicecoulduseanap ([personal profile] justicecoulduseanap) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2016-12-23 10:42 pm

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Who| Ana and anybody!
What| Coming back exhausted after a loooong solo mission
Where| Randomly wandering the habitat deck. Let me know in your tag if you want her to show up in your character's section!
When| Feel free to bendy time before or after plot
Warnings/Notes| None!

She'd been gone for what felt almost like ages, though in reality, it was really only about a month.

She'd taken on what seemed like a simple mission on some backwater planet, Lodax, helping local authorities track down and apprehend members of a local smuggling ring. Black market weapons, drugs, the like. Hard to pin down, but it didn't seem like anything she couldn't handle. Very cut and dry.

Only problem was that they were very, very good at what they did. Every time Ana managed to track them down, they'd slip away again, leaving hardly anything to go on. The fact that she'd manage to track them down several times was a testament to her own skill, having spent several years as an ace bounty hunter.

Still, the whole thing had gone on much longer than she had thought it would when she'd signed up. Lodax had been so remote Ana wasn't able to stay in communication with the rest of the Legion, so she was somewhat behind the times, as it were.

Even so, she wasn't exactly in a rush to get back into the swing of things. After a fairly long mission like that, even she needed some down time, especially considering her age (not that she'd ever admit it, of course). To add to things, her arm was still in a sling from a minor injury, one she'd gotten near the end of her mission. Unfortunately for her, the medical facilities at Lodax weren't exactly top-notch, so they couldn't simply patch her up then and there like the Legion could have, and her biotic rifle could only do so much for a broken bone, so she was stuck with the sling for now.

Now that she was back at Legion World, she'd be able to hit the medbay and get it fixed in a matter of minutes. Before that, though, she needed a moment to herself, to unwind and relax. So she found herself wandering the Habitat Deck late at night, exploring the various sections designed by the numerous Legionnaires. She noticed a couple new sections, but for the moment was content just wandering aimlessly.

Eventually she'd go and visit the medbay. For now, she wouldn't mind some company and some conversation, should the opportunity arise.
vata: (who likes to hack)

just slams right into this at full speed

[personal profile] vata 2016-12-24 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sombra keeps a tight watch over her perimeter. The information kept there, the vulnerability of her tech if were left unguarded— the other soul that slips in from time to time, hidden away in shadow. It's too important to leave exposed, and those precautions prove their worth when she gets pinged halfway through a session of subdermal network digging.

Ana Amari. Back from the dead, a midpoint between Reyes' immortality and Morrison's purgatory.

The doors to her battered shelter of a safehouse are all habitually locked, so it doesn't take much work to peel away from surveillance screens, slipping out the back to take a less direct path of approach. Beyond the industrial building's limits, her habitat? It's beautiful. The outskirts of some nondescript city where it meets the sea, more tropical foliage and sand than manmade anything. Strangely enough, it's night more often than it is day, flecked by the warm glow of distant lights along the shoreline, waves hissing where they break over rocks.

"Hey."

Like most everything Sombra does, it's steeped in an easy, casual calm - the bright blue of her disguised markings and circuitry glinting in the darkness at Ana's back, no more than a handful of feet away.

vata: (somebody burn me down)

[personal profile] vata 2016-12-24 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
If it bothers her, having a gun pointed squarely at her forehead (courtesy of the second-best sniper in the world, provided Amélie's victory counted for as much as she liked to think) it doesn't show: hands raised in relaxed surrender even after the pistol's lowered, chin tipped down towards her own shoulder in mild deference.

"Lo siento, hermosa. I didn't mean to scare you."

In truth, it's an interaction she'd rather have avoided altogether. The woman— half blind or not— has a reputation for being dangerously sharp. Even Sombra knows better than to pick fights with predators in close quarters. Not unless she has the upper hand.

And she can't be sure she does just yet.

So her eyes flick down towards the sling in a bid at transparent sympathy, painting an excuse for her approach without bothering to spell it out. If she's meant to seem innocuous, she might as well play the part. "Is your arm okay?"

Edited (it's late I'm braindead apparently) 2016-12-24 09:31 (UTC)
vata: (I'll stop you in your tracks)

[personal profile] vata 2016-12-25 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Scenic is right." Sombra huffs out under her breath, bitterness entirely buried - confrontation (mostly) diffused, Sombra's attention drifts out towards the shoreline. Her aim remains to keep Ana's focus away from that ruined industrial building, it's the only thing that justifies actually exposing herself in her own habitat.

"I wasn't expecting anyone to come walking though." Open as the Legion seems to be, few heroes are content to help themselves to browsing even during downtime. "Only just finished trying to get the old details right."

Mostly the scent of salt spray, the heat on the wind—

From there she tips her still-open hand forward, a formal greeting, whether or not Ana chooses to accept. "Azúcar."

vata: (and then I'll translocate)

[personal profile] vata 2016-12-26 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"—Tu hablas español."

Locus had noticed it, too, how seemingly (intentionally) harmless it is as far as code names go. Still, so long as she doesn't flinch in the face of intelligent suspicion, it doesn't much matter.

"I like to think I look flashy enough to make up for it." Pulling her hand back, Sombra flicks a few glowing claws towards the bright blue markings at her cheeks. A joke, or at least a mild jab at her own decisions. "But I can't say I expected to be sucked into some kind of time vortex, let alone asked to become a...superhéroe."

She drops her stare to the outline of Amari's holster for a beat. "Maybe I'm just not used to it yet."

mylawn: (pic#10436242)

you come to my house

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-24 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Situated somewhere among much larger, much more detailed, and much more outdoor sections of the habitat deck is what can only be described as a safe house--you know, the kind shady vigilantes use. It's nondescript, looks more like a bunker than anything, and might not even be noticeable if you don't know what you're looking for. It isn't glamorous, no, but 76 has never quite been used to that kind of thing. Simple, spartan, and on complete lockdown is all he really needs nowadays.

Doesn't mean he spends all his time in there. He's leaning in the doorway when he spots Ana--taking note of the sling but otherwise saying nothing. For a few long moments, he watches and waits before finally speaking up.

"You can come in, you know. Don't have to stand out there."
mylawn: (pic#10436292)

dang

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-30 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
The inside is about as unimpressive as the outside, but it is clean, and functional--perhaps what he'd maintain if he ever stayed in one place long enough to get a suitably off-the-grid place livable beyond 'electricity and a working coffee maker'. Sometimes not even that.

This at least has more than one room--a small kitchenette, living area, and even a separate bedroom, sort of (not that it houses much beyond a low, military-style bunk). All-in-all, much more civilized than anything he would've been able to show her in Egypt. Maybe he's a little proud of it.

He'll let her take it in for a minute. He's out of his gear, for once. "Coffee? Tea?"

Either way, the implication is that they need to do some catching up.
agnominal: (ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ)

[personal profile] agnominal 2016-12-27 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
His own habitat is largely unremarkable, a UNSC base on a largely uninhabited world. It represents military structure, order, and quiet, the things that bring him the most peace when he's on his own.

It appears, however, that he's no longer on his own. Thanks to York's present, he's able to pinpoint exactly when and where someone enters his territory from, and while she doesn't appear to be a threat, he doesn't take anything for granted anymore.

So from one second to the next, a suit of power armor materializes a few feet behind her, seemingly out of nowhere. Locus's head cocks.

"Can I help you?"

Not the unfriendliest greeting in the world. He's getting better at this.
good_bamf_ugly: (pic#10544845)

mom's home

[personal profile] good_bamf_ugly 2017-01-05 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
McCree was no stranger to late night aimless wandering, which seemed amplified since arriving here and having vast (technologically advanced and kind of amazing) unexplored grounds to cover. Shame he had to do a lot of it on foot... (never mind these weird as hell flying magic rings). What he wouldn't give for a trusty steed or zero emissions--

And then there in the hallway he saw a ghost. His boot spurs stopped and he lifted the brim of his hat just to squint extra hard like it'd make the apparition go away. When it didn't he reared back and began to wonder if he'd gone drinking and completely forgot. Or was sleepwalking. Or something crazy.

"Slap my ass and call me Sally..." She looked like the spittin' image of...

"..." Well shit. If he was drunk he sure sobered up fast and suddenly.

"...Ana?"
deafleppard: (47)

[personal profile] deafleppard 2017-01-05 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't unusual for Gwen to not go to bed until late night. And sometimes... she just couldn't really sleep all that way. Though it wasn't like she could start tearing up her drums at this hour. Or... could she? Maybe her room had been strongly soundproofed.

You know, being the future and all.

Anyways, it's late but she's up and about, walking through Legion World. It looks... exactly the same as one would expect, being a large space station. Just a lot of people walking around thanks to how late it was. Made it much more quiet. Like Ana, she didn't really have anywhere specific to go. Just looking to pass the time, maybe talk it up with anyone still awake.

"You can't sleep either?"