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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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Pidge leans in a little closer, brain going a mile a minute behind her wide eyes. "In my world, dreams are just the subconscious mind sorting through random information during certain stages of sleep. Are you telling me your brain is connected to another plane of existence when you sleep?"
Her smile goes impossibly wider. She's not a psychologist or an expert on sleep or anything, but it an idea she'll be playing with for a long time. "Cool!"
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Her lips tip wryly upwards.
"I dealt with them quite a bit, back home."
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"So if magic can come out of the Veil, can people enter it?"
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And lest Pidge get too curious about the idea, perhaps she ought to heed Dorian's advice. There's a reason people don't try to visit the Fade, and she's been too many times for her liking, as it is.
"Long ago, a group of mages purposefully tried to pass through into the Fade, to harness its power or meet their gods...the reason didn't matter. They were cast back out as monsters, infecting everything they touched." Her lips twist wryly. "So trying to do so isn't advisable."
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Oddly, Pidge seems even more curious than before about the Veil and the Fade and the way dreaming works. She doesn't really want to go in, at least without proper protective gear, but knowing how that all works would be cool.
It's all hypothetical anyway.