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to the ends of the Earth (open)

WHO: Gamora and open
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Arrival and exploration
WHEN: Late July
WARNINGS: will update if required ; fine with tdm being continued here if you'd like

i. beach
Does she stick out like a sore thumb? More than a little, given that she is fully dressed, head to toe. With annoyance written on her face, Gamora has taken a seat near the beach. For a moment she almost wondered if someone would try something now and she would need to defend herself (and a part of her hoped that it would be), but nothing happened. This whole experience was odd, to say the least, and more than a little frustrating. She has never taken well to strangers, and suddenly finding herself somewhere other than where she had been in a rather large juxtaposition. Whatever this game is, she has no time for it.

Her lips pursed as her eyes scanned, first left, than right, taking in everything that she can. She hardly looks inviting, although she's actually not actively trying to portray such an emotion. Rather it is the frustration at the entire situation that simmers on her features. There was nothing that gave away what planet she was on, given that she doesn't simply just trust the information that had been given to her. Therefore, she would find her answers if she had to tear the whole planet apart one piece at a time. Alert and wary, Gamora turned back to the water, eyes constantly moving. She needed to find Peter, to find Drax and to find Mantis.

Arguably, it shouldn't be too hard, as all she would likely have to do was go to where the biggest racket was coming from... Drawing in a deep breath, she let it out slowly. She didn't know what was going on, but one way or another, she was going to find out. Her eyes do flicker, and if she catches someone's expression, Gamora speaks out.

"What? Never seen a Zehoberei? Take a picture. I'm told it lasts longer."

ii. around
Luck is not something that Gamora would place her faith in. Rather, her own skills and prowess are traits that she would draw towards. They are something that she knows and trusts, even if her reputation may be of slightly ill-regard back where she is from. Gamora is well aware of the negativity that is placed within her own name, alone and both in connection with Thanos, but it is still something that she desires to change, that she has been changing.

Still, some things seemed to have fallen in to place just a little too easy, which had started to make her suspicious. It doesn't help that she tends towards that emotion anyway, but knowing her history, it would explain many things. Little by little those chinks are being chipped away as time passes, but here it does put her own edge.

It is a strange restlessness that consumes her this day, that has her pacing around the city like a caged animal. She supposes in some ways that she is, seemingly like to many others here, and yet she cannot help but note that others seem to fit in better. Perhaps not happily, and being green and sticking out like a sore thumb is nothing new to her, but it is that heat that continues to grow, that spreads across her, that makes her walk faster, wanting, wanting... It is a frustrated noise that comes from within her throat, taking a deep breath and feeling her breasts strain against her top.

Her eyes scan as she strides, until like a creature on a scent, she singles out an individual.

"You. Training grounds. Are there any?"

It's a way to spend that pent up energy, isn't it? At least it is something that Gamora can understand better, even as her tongue darts over her lips, eyeing the individual with a look that could well be constructed as predatory.

iii. ships.
Now this? This is far more interesting. There is a keen expression on Gamora's face as she looks over the spaceships, eyeing them up as one might a race beast that one wished to bet upon. Yet... Many of them appear to not be functional, at least at first glance. She stalks along with, eyes roving, measuring, weighing. Some manner of crash, and not that long ago, she would guess. Just what does it mean though?

Scanning back and forth, she does eventually settle for one that seems less damaged than the others, eyeing the door as it opens in invitation. There is a wave of fondness over her, although not for this ship. No, it is another that she has in mind, which... Well, they'd have to work out the whole entire ship thing eventually after everything that had just happened. It's not like they grew on trees, and they were trying to, more or less, stay out of any real trouble. Some days it seemed like a backward battle, especially when Rocket kept putting his thieving hands into places that they shouldn't be.

She is trying to figure something out, a means to depart this city, although she has been unsuccessful so far. Perhaps, with some work....? Patience is a virtue that Gamora can have, when she wants to, as she had waited for an opportune moment to leave Thanos after all those years under his thumb. It still rubbed her the wrong way, but she would find some answers, even if she had to spend every waking hour looking for the solution. Yet, somehow her mind keeps turning, drawn.

Gamora cannot say that she had ever really been one to stop and admire things for their artistic merit, unless one would consider a weapon to be such a thing. Then she may well. A ship though? It is not something that she had grown up putting much study in to, not even before what had happened on her planet. After? Art wasn't exactly something that Thanos collected, let alone spent time regarding. Training, training, and more training. If one wasn't the best... Gamora had been. Her face turns, features sharp and focused, not yet entering, as if it may be a trap as well.

"Perhaps... With some work."

iv. wildcard
Gamora will be around the city, investigating various spaces. Feel free to run into her there.

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The question is a bit of a surprise only because it comes from an unfamiliar face. Cobb had been so distracted by the mines and the new city he hadn't realized some new folks had shown up. The Agrii had grabbed a few more to make up for all the new space, he guessed.

"Yeah, there's one set up," Cobb said and pointed in the right direction. "Lauri-Ell's got one around the civic center. It's got a gym and an obstacle course."

He looked her over for a second and then scratched at his chin. He was a little beat up right now, clearly he'd been in some trouble. "You need me to show you? I can point it out on your map if you'd like."

If given the choice, Gamora would have been just fine remaining where she had been. Unfortunately, at least for her, she hadn't been consulted. It wasn't that she had issues with seeing new places, as she had been across the galaxy and to various planets and places throughout her years. It was the whole kidnapping aspect, whatever they might call it.

"What is it like?" She was fine with a dummy, preferably not living, to practice on, or at least let some steam off, whether with hand to hand or with her blade. Godslayer remained. Glancing to the right, her brow furrowed. "Is it obvious? And about how far?"

"Wouldn't know. I haven't gone running through it." Cobb did his physical training by doing work. Running and jumping over things didn't seem like a fun way to exercise. He could do that when something was chasing him.

"From here?" He pointed to the south-west. "About a ten minute walk. Big building. Looks real impressive."

Probably not the best description but that was the truth of it. The civic center was a big building with space for lectures and various gyms. He'd never been inside it.

Thanos had liked to test them. Physically, mentally, emotionally. There had been nothing off limits for him, and Gamora had learned early to excel, lest she face his wrath. She'd been a frightened girl then, wanting only to survive. Now, she trained for herself, and for others, to help aid in the wrongs that had transpired in the galaxy. Her blade was her weapon of choice, but at times, it wasn't always an option.

"And weapons? Is it equipped for such things, or is it obstacles and more hand to hand based?"

"Wouldn't know. I haven't been through it. I'm pretty sure it's meant to be something you run instead of fight." Cobb scratched at his beard, frowning a little. "There's not really a place to fight others."

Because it wasn't really necessary around here. They worked together and the few threats they met had been handled really well. Cobb hadn't done any fighting himself, not much actually, but he didn't see the need. Besides, he was a gunfighter.

"You'll have to wander over and check it out. Or maybe asked someone to train with ya if you want that sort of training."

She may not be with Thanos anymore, but there were some lessons that would remain. That, and laxness was not something in Gamora's vocabulary. She did like to be busy, whether doing some actual mission or even just training to keep on the top of her game.

"It has some merit," she conceded. She knew that some of her companions could do with a little more cardio... When you had to run, and were out of breath, it wasn't always beneficial. Her head tipped slightly, as she tended to train by herself. Then again, her choices were usually a bit limited.

"There are plenty of vacant areas, yes? This place is still... building up?"

Cobb nodded. "Yeah, a lot of rundown and empty places. Some of them aren't worth fixing up but if you're looking to start something of your own."

He'd been fixing up houses and the food sources and a few other little things. "Whatcha lookin' to build? I can maybe suggest a few places."

Cobb had wandered far and wide looking for supplies to scavenge. There were a lot of places that needed just a little work to make them usable. Some of them probably in the same place as the gym and obstacle course.

Something of her own. It wasn't actually something that Gamora had ever truly had, at least in a sense. Under Thanos, it had been whatever he had doled out for them. Later, she'd been on Quill's ship, which he did at least attempt to make more welcoming for all of them, to an extent.

Her gaze turned back to him, contemplative. "Is that what people here do? Find a place, and start something?"

She would like to say that she'd always slept with a roof over her head, but even that wasn't true. There had been times when she had crawled up in whatever corner she had found. Ideally, she would seek some place strategic to call her own.

"Depends on the person. Folks do what they can to make life comfortable for themselves. Some folks will share that with everyone else." Cobb wasn't optimistic enough to think everyone shared everything all the time. Some folks kept some luxuries to themselves. It was human nature.

He shared what he could and probably a little bit more than others just because of how things were on Tatooine.

"Long as you're not hurting anyone else or taking from anyone else, you can settle in somewhere and make a place for yourself. Build somethin'. No one's gonna stop you."

Make life comfortable. It's not something that Gamora had ever really done, although perhaps since meeting Quill and the rest... Not that it has been comfortable all the time, because that hadn't been the case, but there had been some comfort.

"No. Hurting others isn't something that I had planned on doing." She'd been a weapon, and is still growing since breaking from Thanos, but if asked what Gamora would want to do, she may well draw a blank. Stop Thanos, but that doesn't seem to be something on her radar here.

"I've never been one to sit still for long."

"Well, building somethin' will keep your hands busy," he said with an easy smile. It was how Cobb kept himself from going stir crazy in this place. "Or you can ask around, see if anyone needs help."

He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "You should talk to Lauri-El. She's the one that built up the gym. She'll be real helpful for settin' up another training space."

Where Lauri-El was right now was anyone's guess though. Probably on a morning patrol but Cobb didn't know her route.

There was a wry expression on her face for a moment. She'd been used to bring things down, not build them up. Not that she was still that person, as she was aiming to right the wrongs that she had partaken in, and some of those did include what Thanos had done, and would do, if he got his hands on the stones... "Are they posted anywhere? A central hub where people may ask for aid?"

She could keep herself busy that way until she found something to settle more fully into. She couldn't say that she was impressed, but it seemed that there was little currently to be done about it. "No need, if there is already one. I can use most things for training, whether they are in a formal setting or not."

"We just use the communicator and say hey, I need help with this thing. Interested folks will respond." It's really that simple, which he had a feeling she'd struggle to believe.

She seemed like a wary one.

"I've always gotten some sort of response. You'll be fine." She seemed like a good sort, able to handle herself. Cobb didn't think she'd need someone to hold her hand around here.

Ezra blinks at the new person.

"Uh. We train at the Temple sometimes. Lauri-Ell runs a gym?" he offers.

"The Temple?" Gamora hasn't learned all the locations of this place, yet. Although she does wonder what style exactly one learns at a temple. It likely depends upon the temple in question.

"Yeah. Several of us who ended up here are...part of the same tradition, tied to abilities we were born with," he tries to explain. "We're called Jedi, and a couple of us live in the complex of buildings that we think used to be a museum. And all four of us train together there. So we're calling it a temple."

"I'm Ezra," he offers. "Padawan Ezra Bridger, if you want to be formal about it."

"So then this temple is more for those with whatever your abilities are." Gamora does have enhancements, compliments of Thanos, although far less than Nebula has received. Yet, she does wonder after these abilities. More than what one can feasibly learn?

"I have never run across that word before. Jedi." Then again, this place seems to be a hodge podge, as she is slowly learning. "Gamora. ... just Gamora."

"Pleased to meet you, Gamora," he says, easily. "Everyone is welcome to visit. Master Kenobi doesn't like anyone else using the actual lightsabers, because they're sacred, and also we wouldn't have any way to replace them. But I've spared with some of the other people here who have training with other blades, we just use sticks. And sometimes we do hand to hand, or general...endurance and strength exercises. I don't see why you couldn't join us for those," he reasons.

And ok, sometimes the Jedi also make things float while they do extended handstands. He still doesn't see a problem with anyone joining in the physical part.

Her brow furrows. A... saber made of light? It isn't a term that she is familiar with, although she isn't overly surprised. Stars only knew how there were times when she was utterly confused by Quill, and Gamora had spent time with him. "I have my own sword that I prefer."

Maybe a lazer thing? It seems of little important, although she does perk up slightly. Hand to hand and general training were always good to keep on top of. A blade can be disarmed, but unless one was actual dis-armed, hands would be available. "I may well stop by to visit."

"Awesome," Ezra says cheerfully. He'd explain the lightsaber if asked, but he's make at least a little effort not to just dump information on her. "It's Blue 6 on the map that's on the communicator. Anything else you want to know about?"

She would assume some weapon, like her own blade at her side. There's plenty of different varieties. "Blue 6. I will look into it."

Staying still isn't really in Gamora's vocabulary. Then again, she's ever really had the chance to. "What do people do around here?"

"Well, I've been here about...6 months? And two of those were mostly taken up with...specific things. I'm happy to tell what they were, but in the interest of keeping it short - sometimes things pop up that take us away from routine. For those of us who like to have routine," he adds.

"I've been trying to help expand the food stuffs and goods we can we can produce on our own. Some other people have been fixing up some of the buildings. Other people spend more time exploring. I'd like to do more the exploring too, myself, but it's my first growing season, garden and greenhouse wise, so I'm still learning a lot of what to do with the plants."

Also, he's been helping with babies who are growing out of being newborns. Soon they'll be more mobile, with is a whole other problem - he's also learning a lot about babies. But that he doesn't mention off the bat.

"What kind of things?" There is a certain alertness in her features at the mention of what, as she would want to know of any threats that she may face. She could be wrong, and perhaps it was something less nefarious. For all she knows, efforts could have been put into something else, like exploring or building or any number of things.

Although he does go on to speak about those things in particular, which draws her to believe it had been something else. The city doesn't exactly look like a thriving hub, and whether what she had heard is true or not... People can say any narrative and claim it to be true. "I do not have a way with plants, but is there any sort of organization towards rebuilding?"

She may as well make herself useful.

Ezra makes a face. "Organization around here is a little - yeah. Not always great. Some people even think those seemingly random things that pop up are on purpose to keep us distracted from organizing. Which...is possible."

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