legionworld | 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.

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She pauses, turning back towards the man who'd greeted her. She's got to admit, the friendliness here is remarkable, and more than a little welcome. So she'll return it in kind, turning more fully with a small smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

"Not in particular? Just trying to find my way around. The way you do in a place this big." There's a vague gesture with her hand -- noticeably the only one she has -- back the way she'd just come and the hall stretching ahead. "And I thought the castle was massive."

It's then she notices the grass-stains, with a flicker of interest. "Is there...a garden somewhere around here?"

Ah, reconnoitering. It had been North's first priority as soon as he'd had the ability and opportunity to look around the place too, and he's about to comment on that when she has a look at his grubby trousers and connects the dots.

"Forget a garden, there's a whole section of the habitat deck just for farming." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, back in the direction he'd come. "Do you want to see?"

"Oh! A...deck for farming?"

She's not quite up on all the terminology yet -- decks, like decks of a ship, she's got that, though envisioning a farm on one? A little ridiculous -- but she can follow along pretty readily by context. Her eyes brighten a bit at the prospect, and North gets a quick nod.

"If you don't mind."

"This way." Fortunately they're not too far off, and he heads back into the habitat deck, explaining as he goes.

"Everyone gets a little section of the habitat deck to do what they want with - it's outdoorsy space inside a ship. Weird as that probably sounds. A lot of people set up little houses, places that look like home to them. I'm sure you could put a garden in yours if you like that kind of thing."

"I think my habitat is a little wild for a garden. But I suppose we're free to do with them as we like."

She'd set up a campsite, in her own. Funny, the things you grow used to. A bed never feels quite as right as the sounds of the forest and the crackling, acrid scent of campfire smoke.

"I'm sure you could always ask if you could use some of the farming space, if you don't want to mess with what you already have." The door to the habitat deck slides shut behind them, and he shakes his head, offering his hand out. "Sorry, where are my manners. I'm North."

Those dark brown eyes blink, slightly bemused. "...North of what?"

Wait. That might be his actual name. Maybe? Who knew what naming customs in other worlds were like.

Whether she means that as a joke or not, he does have to admit, it's perfectly timed. He snorts, dropping his hand before he can sit there any longer with his objectively silly code name waiting for it to be treated like something serious.

"It's- uh. Kind of a nickname." It feels almost transgressive to admit, after all the time in Freelancer, and everyone else in the Legion up until now just accepting the name at face value. Calmer though it might be, being here still feels like an extension of his last job, and his legal name isn't something that had any place there, outside of maybe the Counselor's files. "My real name's Gabriel, if that works better for you."

"Oh."

Well she's not laughing at him, at least. She's heard strange names before, and if that's the one he chooses to go by? No judgement here. "Well, what would you prefer to be called?" she continues, head tilting slightly.

That seems the fairest way to decide.

I've been hoping for a sign...

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