I've been hoping for a sign...

[hallaifyouherd]

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.

Comments

[mylawn]

Very stoic. Very serious. Highly opinionated.

76 isn't going to outright voice his vague thoughts of possible mutiny to a perfect stranger, but he doesn't make it a secret that he harbors no small amount of distaste for the Legion and their practices and recruitment. And, well, everything, really. It's all far too close to Overwatch for him to make those same mistakes again.

"More or less. They're short on personnel."

Which means they're desperate. No offense, just the truth.

[hallaifyouherd]

"That's the way war works. He with the biggest numbers wins, right?"

There's a wryness to her tone that says no, that isn't always the way. It doesn't hurt, however. Mustering the largest force to walk the continent had helped at the time, things just...

She forces a flat smile. "Here's hoping it doesn't all fall down around their heads when the job is done. That seems to be the only problem with organizations this big."

[mylawn]

"It's not the only problem."

He's speaking from a place of experience, not that he wants anyone to know that. He catches the shift in her tone and it lets him know that he can press a little further. That she might be harboring some of the same sentiments he does.

"They're not discriminatory with the people they take on. It's gonna bite them in the ass sooner rather than later."

[hallaifyouherd]

Oh. Oh, it's that way.

There's a notible tick in her ears as her eyes narrow on Soldier 76. He's bigger than her and he's got both arms, but that means precious little as she feels a little ember of rage start to flicker to life. "Discriminate against who, exactly?"

Because she'll unload about eighty pounds of holy hell on him in that exact instant if it's non-humans he's got a problem with.

[mylawn]

76 senses her hostility and immediately backpedals--he doesn't quite understand what she's suddenly angry about, but it's clear he's said the wrong thing.

"Discerning, sorry. Maybe that's a better word. The Legion doesn't care what you were doing back home. They let terrorists take the oath."

[hallaifyouherd]

"The word doesn't matter. It all means the same. It just matters who you're trying to keep out." Though, alright, that's a valid point, and her eyes are a little less sharp with that realization. "Humans back home like to use all kinds of words to keep people they don't want out, and I've gotten a little tired of it," she adds, by way of explanation. There. No chance of accidentally tripping over that land mine in the future, soldier.

"I'm guessing that doesn't make you a 'second chances' sort of guy." Her good arm folds over her middle as she sinks back onto her heels, that little coil of tension holding her tense falling loose again.

[mylawn]

"I don't see why keeping criminals out is a bad thing."

Then again, 76 is thinking about very specific criminals, ones he knows are beyond rehabilitation. He'd perhaps be more amenable to a case-by-case basis if he wasn't already soured by the presence of Reaper.

But clearly this is about another issue entirely, one he raises an eyebrow at.

"Doesn't matter to me if you're human or not."

[hallaifyouherd]

"That's very generous of you." She lifts an eyebrow, but she's not going to push. If he says it not an issue, then she believes him. Not much point in lying, is there? He's got nothing to gain.

That's usually the easiest way to tell if someone's being honest, at any rate.

"And in theory, I'd agree with you. But I've come across a lot of people that justice has failed, who were branded criminals wrongly. Some people who work outside the law but still do good work and have good intentions. It's not so black and white as to make it easy to say."

[mylawn]

Just as he doesn't care whether she's human or not, he doesn't much care whether or not she believes him. He'll let his actions speak louder than words in that department, if given the opportunity. Right now, it seems prudent to move onto more important aspects of the conversation, now that he's cleared up what he meant.

She's right, of course, but 76 doesn't come around so easily when Reaper is involved. It's far too personal--something that simply cuts too deep and colors everything else in the process.

"Obviously not the kind of criminal I'm talking about."

[hallaifyouherd]

"You say that as though it would be a shock if someone did include people like that. And it's not as rare as you think."

Though she's not chiding him, exactly. No, the anger's died down in here now and she's honestly just trying to make a point. Which. Alright, maybe this wasn't the time and place to do it, but it's hard to rein herself in sometimes. Force of habit, maybe.

She lets out a weary sort of breath, one hand brushing her hair back out of her eyes. "I'm not saying we trust the system implicitly. That's stupid and it gets people killed more often than not." She agrees with him there, at least. But it sounds like his grievances are a little more specific.

"So. what sort of people are you talking about?"

[mylawn]

If he's at all offended, he doesn't show it--more likely he just doesn't muster up the energy to care about things like semantics. He's quiet for a moment, like he's debating how he wants to go about answer this without giving too much away. The awkward silence doesn't last long, apparently, as he decides that the best way to start this conversation is perhaps to put it in context.

"You got anyone from home here?"

[hallaifyouherd]

"No, not that I've seen."

She doesn't elaborate, waiting for him instead. Clearly, this is leading somewhere. She's patient enough to listen and see where. Whatever has him feeling this strongly, it's worth knowing about.

[mylawn]

"I do."

But he doesn't exactly sound happy about it, perhaps elucidating the reason for this tangent in the first place.

"Members of a terrorist cell." Which should be self-explanatory, and he hopes the fact that he's already said they're from his homeworld makes it clear that he knows what they're capable of.

"I don't exactly trust them to play nice. Personal experience."

[hallaifyouherd]

"I see. And it doesn't sound like Legion's taken those concerns to heart," she replies, brow knitting faintly. That's worrisome, to say the least. If he's had the experience with them to know that they're dangerous, that should at least go under some kind of advisement, not just ignored completely.

Of course, it depends on the circumstances. It could be anything at all, from exactly how he tells it to something drastically different. But knowing only what he tells here? This five minutes, she chooses to believe his is the word to take.

[mylawn]

"They say they're aware of the situation."

But it's clear 76 doesn't put a great deal of stock in that assertion. He's been burned before, and he knows what happens when an organization's most dangerous people aren't put on a leash. Then there's the matter of Reaper being Reaper, of course. Reyes has always done what he wants, rules be damned.

"If you ask me, though, by the time they break rules, it'll be too late to act."

Considering the rules he expects them to break.

[hallaifyouherd]

"Perhaps there is a way of keeping us in check they simply don't want us knowing about." That seems more likely than them actively ignoring a problem under their noses. No one wants rogue elements just running around doing as they please, and if these people are here? Considerations must have been made.

Maybe not in their favor, necessarily...

"Then it's a good thing we have someone who knows better to keep an eye on them, isn't it?"

[mylawn]

He could argue that his hands are tied--if he's the one who acts first without cause, he's the one who gets in trouble, even if he knows that Reaper is an active danger. It's backwards, but at the time time, why should the Legion's staff take his word for it? He can't exactly blame them, but it's hard to stand by and watch a ticking time bomb ready to happen.

"Sure. Keeping an eye on them is all we can really do."