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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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Regardless of her really wondering if magic was real in other worlds, she focused on what was asked of her, nodding a little. "They are specifically designed to be wielded one-handed. Many will still use two hands to help steady the gun to increase its accuracy, but that is a matter of personal preference."
She looked Marjara over, clearly assessing the elf's physical attributes, and hummed as her brow creased. Marjara looked like a strong gust of wind could blow her over. Even Tracer was more stoutly built than the elf. That did not bode well for handguns with an appreciable recoil. Lighter handguns weren't particularly useful for killing someone that was trying to kill you back. Again, it was going to come down to what Marjara wanted to do with a handgun as to what kind to start with.
"You are slightly built. Do you possess strength beyond how you seem?"
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But ah. She recognizes that look-over, and she tries not to smirk. A second later she lifts her good arm, flexing it slightly and offering it up.
"You tell me."
Amazing what a lifetime of hiking mountains, climbing trees, and beating people upside the head with a staff will do for you, even at her size.
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Two hands reached out to grasp Marjara's forearm, slowly moving up toward her shoulder. It didn't occur to Widowmaker to warm the elf about how cold her hands would be, likening more to a corpse than to a living being of flesh and blood.
"You are stronger than you look."