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legionworld2017-03-21 03:32 pm
hallaifyouherd) wrote in legionworld2017-03-21 03:32 pm
I've been hoping for a sign...
Who| Marjara Lavellan, and YOU?
What| The new kid in town is finding her way around.
Where| Around the ship in general.
When| First arrival.
Warnings/Notes| If you're squicked by mentions of amputation...well. Here's your warning.
As Inquisitor, she's traveled through the Veil to the Fade, the realm of abstracts and dreams. She's traveled through time. She's delved into the literal hearts of beings too massive and ancient to fathom. But this place is something else entirely. Sleek and metal, with no ground or dirt to be seen, outside of the lush forest that's been afforded her as her biome. And Elgar'nan, she'd never seen so many stars in her life.
Yes, she could certainly be found on the Observation Deck, putting it to its purpose with wide, dark eyes. One sleeve hangs empty, but her other arm extends to grip the rail, allowing her to lean forward as far as she dares. It's all a bit dizzying.
People might blink to see her poke her head into the training room, given her size and slender form, but she does so with great interest. With the loss of her arm, she'll have to relearn fighting with a staff, regaining proper balance with the weapon. She'll need to learn sooner, rather than later. Particularly if she's agreed to fight with the Legion.
Another fight to save all of creation. At least it doesn't fall entirely on her shoulders, this time.
She traverses the halls as well, taking in all the sights and sounds with perked ears and all the curiosity of a kitten. There are a great many humans here but none have mistaken her for a servant yet. So that's a pleasant change of pace. There have been whispers of a farm or garden, something of that nature. Perhaps a place she might be able to continue her study of herbs and potion-making? She may as well cultivate any advantage she can get.
What| The new kid in town is finding her way around.
Where| Around the ship in general.
When| First arrival.
Warnings/Notes| If you're squicked by mentions of amputation...well. Here's your warning.
As Inquisitor, she's traveled through the Veil to the Fade, the realm of abstracts and dreams. She's traveled through time. She's delved into the literal hearts of beings too massive and ancient to fathom. But this place is something else entirely. Sleek and metal, with no ground or dirt to be seen, outside of the lush forest that's been afforded her as her biome. And Elgar'nan, she'd never seen so many stars in her life.
Yes, she could certainly be found on the Observation Deck, putting it to its purpose with wide, dark eyes. One sleeve hangs empty, but her other arm extends to grip the rail, allowing her to lean forward as far as she dares. It's all a bit dizzying.
People might blink to see her poke her head into the training room, given her size and slender form, but she does so with great interest. With the loss of her arm, she'll have to relearn fighting with a staff, regaining proper balance with the weapon. She'll need to learn sooner, rather than later. Particularly if she's agreed to fight with the Legion.
Another fight to save all of creation. At least it doesn't fall entirely on her shoulders, this time.
She traverses the halls as well, taking in all the sights and sounds with perked ears and all the curiosity of a kitten. There are a great many humans here but none have mistaken her for a servant yet. So that's a pleasant change of pace. There have been whispers of a farm or garden, something of that nature. Perhaps a place she might be able to continue her study of herbs and potion-making? She may as well cultivate any advantage she can get.
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And sure, being a superhero wasn't all fun and games. He knew that better than anyone. But it did still come with a few perks.
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Instead of maintaining an army, going over tactics in the war room, deciding the fates of millions. No. Dealing with things on a much, much smaller scale was going to be welcomed, if the relieved look on her face was any indication.
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It wasn't at all a bad thing, especially after what he'd gone through before arriving here, but it was definitely something different. It was weird to be able to think about the little things again, instead of the world-changing ones.
"My name's Kyle, by the way."
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Uncertain if there was some new, exciting way humans greeted one another here, she settles for what always seems to do the trick, simply bowing her head slightly in respect.
"Marjara, of clan Lavellan."
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He wouldn't give up what he did, but he knew it could be rough. It definitely wasn't for everyone. He didn't know what she did, but it certainly sounded like it could be that way for her, too.
"But it's nice to meet you, Marjara."
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Well it's nice to know someone else who feels that way. It's somewhat comforting to know that yes, other people do feel that way too. It's not necessarily just some failing on her part. At least not exclusively.
"You as well, Kyle. Do you come here to look at the stars often?"