legionworld | Action

Who| Fareeha Amari (~12 years)
What| Friendship!
Where| Training room, Observation Deck, Mess Hall
When| Throughout her time effected by the Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| n/a

This is the longest Fareeha has been on her own. No parent chaperoning her, no guarded escorts, no visits with her extended Overwatch family like Reinhardt or Jack. Gabriel was at least here, so that was good, and she has made friends with some of the other Legionnaires, but without guidance and a set routine she's gotten restless.

So, she's made her own routine.

It includes mature things that she thinks would make her mother happy; healthy foods, time spent training, reading through the news or any books she could find. At the end of the day, though, she's still a kid, so there are times you can find her on the observation deck with a piece of cake and a litany of colorful threads spread out as she spends her time deftly making friendship bracelets. It's a fun hobby, and leaves her with something to gift the people who have been nice and helpful to her, but it's also a distraction so she's not constantly thinking about how much she misses home.

If you've spoken to her once or twice (and weren't mean) there's probably a bracelet in there for you.

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Fareeha takes the bracelet and works deftly to secure it on his wrist. She settles back on her haunches and looks up at him with wide, hopeful eyes at his suggestion.

"Really? I mean, I don't know if I'm allowed ..." She frowns; it's not like her mother is here to tell her otherwise. "IT'd be a lot of fun, though."

"Definitely not without supervision," he stresses albeit sadly, as if he's just as let down that he can't confidently tell her to go hog wild. She can start breaking rules once she's a little older.

"Surprised you aren't rolling your eyes at me," Mako admits, laughing in a very subdued manner. "Kinda rambled there."

"Of course not without supervision, I need someone to show me what to do." The implication, of course that would be Mako giving her direction.

She smiles back and tilts her head at him, "You didn't ramble." She was hanging on every word.

Why couldn't all kids be this sweet?

"Hah, yeah... 'Spose so." He just won't mention how easy it is to learn how to do just about anything with an internet connection and a quick google search, coupled with some bravery, in this particular case.

But what Mako does feel is obligated to offer his support in whatever way he can, as a fellow time refugee, even if they weren't exactly in the right age group to be hanging out. If he could pull something off, maybe it'd save her from just sitting around like this, making a billion more of the same bracelets she made while "waiting for her mother"-- who probably wasn't even here. His wasn't.

"On a scale of one to ten how serious would you say you are about this right now?"

Oh, she knows; you can find anything teaching you anything online, but that's not how she was brought up. When dealing with potentially dangerous things, you let responsible adults show you the safe and proper way to handle things.

Mako seemed that, at least in her limited experience and judgement.

"I can pack up right now!" She turns back towards her work, then pauses and watches him eagerly; just say the word and she'll be ready to go!

"All right, all right." With Fareeha's latest and greatest showing of enthusiasm, Mako yields and lugs himself back to his feet, shaking off the pins and needles that'd come from sitting on the hard metal flooring. "Think I got an idea."

Technically, he doesn't have a bike at the moment either, but there's at least one potential fix for that.

(And no, it doesn't involve theft.)

He's just hoping they don't get turned away at the door.

"Dunno if they'll let us use 'em for not-superhero stuff, but I'm willing to take the shot. If it doesn't work, we can go bother Jamie for ice cream or somethin'," he says jokingly, not that he wasn't also totally serious. The guy's fridge was like the culinary equivalent of the Cave of Wonders.

"Could we do both?"

Because ice cream sounded like fun but so did learning to ride a hovercycle and she didn't see how they should exist exclusively outside of the other. She packs up her strings and bracelets and tucks it into a backpack, swinging it over her shoulders as she stands.

"Ready to go!"

Porque no los dos indeed.

"Don't see why not," he concurs. "Nothin' like mixing sweets and adrenaline."

All set, Mako takes the lead, and while he knows he wants to head for the sim rooms, getting to them without taking a few wrong turns is another story. He spends the walk constantly glancing down at his side to make sure he hasn't lost her too; she barely comes up to his to his waist and his vision's been thrown off by these stupid sunglasses.

Some trial and error later, they reach their destination, where the first technician they meet informs Mako that they've served far more unusual requests for flimsier reasons, which is both a relief and begs the niggling question of what. Inside, another technician instructs him on how to use the anywhere machine to pull data from his era.

Once all is said and done, Mako and Fareeha are standing in the middle of a silent stretch of road at the base of Mount Maunganui, overlooking Tauranga, New Zealand. Except for them, the usually bustling city is completely deserted--no cars, no people, nothing moving other than some distant sea birds--which is pretty eerie on one hand, but really quite peaceful on another... if you simply look past that small detail.

Set up directly in front of them are two bikes, one hovercycle and one retro, Mako-sized cruiser. The former happens to come complete with a small leather jacket already laid out over the seat, along with one other very important thing.

"First thing's first." Mako picks said thing up and presents it to his pupil with both hands. "Helmet."

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