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Who| Agent Carolina & Agent North, Agent Connecticut, Theta, and open to others
What| Arrival/recovery/training
Where| The medbay, and then the training rooms.
When| After “The Reject Pile” and “An Eye for an Eye”
Warnings/Notes| to be added

[ CLOSED TO THETA AND NORTH ]

It had been a hell of an arrival. She’d just wanted a moment to catch her breath, to gather her strength so they could get the hell out of that hell hole of a base, only she didn’t have the chance. She’d arrived with warnings flashing on her HUD, unable to really comprehend what was knocking her out before she was knocked out.

And then, waking up in this medical ward. They’d at least answered her questions as soon as she started demanding answers. Shvaughn is quick to appear, to explain what’s going on. Carolina might be dehydrated and hurting, but she takes advantage of someone willingly answering questions to keep asking them.

And when she’s done, and rests, the next time she wakes up, Brande is there. Even though she’s not done recuperating, she’s quick to agree to become a Legionnaire. Even with everything going back home - but Shvaughn had assured her they wouldn’t be in danger.

Which is what leads to this - her having the ring nearby her hospital bed, turning over the omnicom in her hand. She’s still relegated to bed rest, and she thinks she’ll catch up on any information she can get a hold of, while she’s figuring out what the hell kind of outfit she’s going to have.

Unbeknownst to her, though, agreeing means she’s registered - means she pops up in a scannable database.

[ CLOSED TO CONNIE ]

Carolina’s been in the recovery wing for another day when they bring someone else new in. She’s looking at the omnicom when they bring her in, and so she misses it at first, until she hears the voice of a nurse checking her over. It’s the name that catches her.

That drags her gaze away, locking on the other hospital bed. That’s someone she didn’t quite realize was here, the literal definition of seeing is believing.

“CT?”

[ HOSPITAL (OPEN) ]

Carolina will be in the hospital for a few days, from her arrival to her release. She’ll easily accept visitors… no matter who they are, or why they’re coming by.

[ TRAINING GYM (OPEN) ]

She knows she’s developed powers - discovered the use of some of them in the hospital. Accidentally phasing through her bed had been one of them, and they’d been lucky she hadn’t ended up with a metal wheel through her body before she phased back.

She’s been having training lessons, but even though she was stuck for days on end in her own armor - she’s not going to take it easy. Even though she’s only cleared for light duty and training, here she is in the training gym.

She might be spending some time kicking and boxing a punching bag - but she’s also stopping to test out her new powers. She’ll move forward to move through the punching bag, or give it a hard hit and then brace herself against it coming back, seemingly becoming as hard as rock given that it bounces back without her giving an inch.

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She comes here often enough, these days. And if the recent battle has taught her anything, she could stand some improvement. Letting her staff get away from her like that...

Having one arm is no excuse. Now, perhaps, is the time to set pride aside and see about having it replaced. Others have done similarly. There's no reason why not. But pride wants to see her learn to wield it perfectly without it, first.

So she arrives, and sees someone already making use of the facilities. Marjara stands watch for a moment, watching as the woman tests her powers. A newcomer. Must be. They all have that look about them, when they have these gifts for the first time.

Carolina can't argue that comparison - this is all new to her. The space part not so much, but the powers? It couldn't even be powers similar to things she's used before. No shield, no speed - no, she has the ability to pass through things and stop them. At least, so far as she's discovered.

Case in point - she's discovered she can stay intangible, but as soon as she wonders how she's still walking she starts sinking through the floor. And as soon as she realizes that she pulls herself back, turning solid and falling backwards onto her ass.

She gives an annoyed huff, resting her arms on her knees and then looking up at the woman watching her.

"...Hi?" Her tone seems to ask why she's watching her.

Ah. Well that's one way of testing things. At least with her powers nothing will be set aflame in the testing of it. She offers a small smile as she makes her way forward, bare feet padding against the floor.

"It wasn't my intention to disturb you," she offers in return. "It all must seem rather strange at the start. Finding your feet."

And she offers her a hand up, with the one hand she does have.

There's a part of Carolina that bristles, assumes that she's being patronized somehow by the woman's words... but it's a momentary thing, something that passes quickly. People here aren't here to compete, they're here to help. Saving the galaxy from evil.

So she reaches up, taking the hand and pulling herself up - and then having to look down at the smaller woman.

"It's definitely taking some getting used to," Carolina acknowledges after a moment. She takes the moment to really look her over - the arm, the ears - before accepting it as somehow alien. "Don't have anything like this back home."

"Nor I. It's a long way from the forests of the Free Marches or the mountains of Skyhold."

If she notes the way Carolina looks at her, she doesn't seem phased. Staring is expected more often than not. Instead, she merely shrugs. "But some things stay the same. There's always a fight to be had, and people to fight in it. That's why we're here."

Though the battlefields are foreign to her, and their enemies strange even to her, that remains constant. It's almost reassuring. It's the one thing she knows, after all this time.

"I'm Marjara, by the way. Of Clan Lavellan."

The locations Marjara names aren't familiar to her at all, but Carolina listens to her speak about fights to be had. She finally laughs to herself.

"I'm not exactly complaining about having something to fight," she admits. "I'm Carolina. Just Carolina, although I guess you could call me 'agent' if you wanted to be really formal."

"No, please. I've quite gotten used to avoiding formalities whenever possible. I wouldn't want to fall back into bad habits."

Her smile broadens with true amusement as she rocks back onto her heels.

"You were a warrior, then? Where you come from."

Carolina smiles a little - a smaller thing, just a little curve of her lips up but - it's a start. All right, this isn't so bad. Relax, Carolina.

Then that question and Carolina tilts her head again. "I was a soldier," she corrects, because that feels important to note the difference to her. "But, same thing, I think. I've seen plenty of fights, but nothing on this scale before."

She shrugs as she says it, planting her hands on her hips.

"True. 'All of existence' covers more than you'd think. Until I came here, I didn't even consider that there might be other worlds. Much less other...universes. Strands of time and existence."

Her eyebrows lift as she gestures vaguely with her hand.

"And apparently mechanical undead."

"Yeah, I was reading about that."

It sounded awful, mechanical undead virus. Connie had said she had been infected, and the idea was not a comforting one in the slightest that she could easily have arrived in time to fight them. She might face worse, though. She was prepared - just not excited about it.

"I have to admit I knew about the theory of universes, but I always assumed it wasn't real. And then here it's living proof of a lot of things I thought weren't real." She shrugs.

"Heavy stuff."

"Don't try to wrap your head around too much of it. It can be maddening trying to understand it all. I'm not sure anyone really does, outside of the ones who brought us here."

Still. It's a lot to come to terms with. She gets it. Her tattooed brow crinkles slightly. "Some things stay pretty constant, though, if you're used to fighting."

"Yeah, I am - one of the things I'm pretty good at," Carolina offers with a little grin, but she raises an arm, waving it.

"This whole having powers thing, though, that's new to me. I'm used to having enhancements, but that requires a full suit of armor, not just... thinking about it."

"Suddenly being able to do something you've never been able to do before, not understanding how it all works, that's disorienting for anyone." Her eyebrows lift again as she nods to the training room set-up. "But I don't need to tell you what the best way of dealing with that is. It seems as though you're already well on your way."

Her hand lifts, tucking a loose lock of hair behind one ear absently. "What power did they grant you? If you don't mind my curiosity."

"When they told me what it was I didn't think it'd work this way," Carolina tells Marjara, frowning a little bit as she thinks of a good way to explain it.

"I can pass through things or let them pass through me, like a ghost. But I can also become rock-hard. I can move during the first, but I'm stuck in place during the second," she explains. "I haven't figured out if I can do them both at the same time yet."

She seems to consider this for a moment, and Carolina might notice the way her ears perk ever so slightly when she's puzzling something over. "Become impenetrable while still remaining intangible? It sounds contradictory. Though that doesn't make it impossible," she contemplates out loud, before moving to start pacing around Carolina in a circle.

It's slow. She doesn't even appear to notice she's doing it.

"Not at the same time," Carolina repeats - that'd be awesome if she could, no lie, but she's been stuck going fully one or fully another, no mixing it up. She watches Marjara start to pace around her, and it makes the hair on the back of her neck raise.

Not because she thinks she'd actually betray her but, well - trusting an unknown at her back has already bit her in the behind once, recently. When Marjara starts to hit out of line of sight, Carolina turns a little to keep facing her.

"I agree though - I would have thought one or the other, not both."

"Then maybe your true power is something that affects both."

Ah. But now she's stopped in place, head tilted to consider Carolina thoughtfully for a moment. Then, a smile tugs at her mouth, curling upwards slowly.

"It would be interesting to see. Well. Need someone to help you test it out?"

"I mean - not complaining about having both, even if I'm still getting used to it." Carolina shrugs her shoulders in a smooth movement, loosening them up. When Marjara offers to help test it out, Carolina's eyes light up a little bit.

"Like maybe in a sparring match?" Her tone sounds a little goading, in a friendly way.

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