revivalproject | Titles are hard

WHO: Omega, Tony the Mothcat and whoever's in Sh'Ka
WHERE: Sh'Ka
WHAT: Not getting into any trouble, honest!
WHEN: During the Apocalypse in Temba
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose pref!

i. General Exploration
Omega hadn't meant for her trip to the other city to be as long as it was, but there was nothing to do about the train being inoperational, nor the comms ceasing to send out. She could only hope that Echo wasn't worrying too much about her absence, but she'd been sure to let him know where she was going beforehand at the very least, and she wasn't alone. There had been others aboard the train at the time. Maybe they're still around.

Even knowing that there are others from Temba here in Sh'Ka, it's still an entire city. Things are still quiet, and the young clone tries to remember to be cautious as she goes about her exploring. She fancies herself out patrolling, wandering along the streets, keeping nearer to buildings. At times she comes to a halt by the edge of a wall, holding up a fist the way someone would signal for a halt to their troops. Except the only one with her is a rambunctious little mothcat on a harness who never fails to leap on ahead, oblivious to her intents. And with a sigh and a shake of her head, Omega could only follow after. "Tony, we're definitely going to have to work on some things."

ii. Estate
It was the mothcat who noticed the activity at the estate. Perking, Tony hadn't waited to take off like a little kite gliding along with the girl trailing behind him. He'd started to take to the harness, which at least assured Omega that the flying fuzzball would stay within sight. The last thing she wants is have Jon get mad at her for not looking after the mothcat.

"Whoa... what's going on here?" she marvels, spying the grounds-keeping robots as they buzz about their work. She's never seen any droids like these before. After catching Tony making an attempt at pouncing the busy bots, she decides to keep a hold of him as she enters the estate building itself.

It's not a building she's ventured into during her previous visits, but it's definitely more lively with all the robots at work. It puts her at ease, even if they aren't very talkative. She might wear herself out following them as they go about setting up furniture, so if one doesn't catch her poking about after them, perhaps they'll come upon her napping on a pile of bedding left in one of the rooms with a mothcat curled up beside her.

iii. Target Practice
With danger of falling leaves and so many trees around, it was difficult to find a suitable spot for practicing with her bow. Omega finally settles for using the quarry. She's chalked out some wibbly targets here and there along varying levels where she could find a decent surface that jutted up. To hopefully keep Tony busy, she's found him a box from the estate to play in. Hopefully the robots won't miss it.

The girl extends her energy bow, taking aim at one of the farther targets before pulling back and then releasing a shot of violet energy. She makes a slight face as it clips the edge of the target. She's out of practice and can only imagine what Echo would say.

iv. Wildcard
Choose your own adventure!

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Won't meet her? Oh no.

"This is when I'd offer a hug, if you wanted one. But of course there is no requirement to accept."

She's glad, though, that the man had accepted her.

"And are you learning things from him."

She wasn't going to say no to that. She'd been trying to put a brave front in spite of things but having a hug couldn't hurt. For all her weapon use and scouting, she was still a kid, and appreciated some offer for comfort. Setting her bow down, Omega looked towards Lark expectantly.

"-I am. I'm sure he doesn't know exactly what to do with me, but then that's fair- none of my brothers were really sure what to do with a kid around."

"Often adults don't know what to do with children around, even if they are parents," Lark answered, before moving forward and pulling Omega into her arms to hug her. To hug her tightly and just hold her because all children deserve to be hugged and held.

"He will learn. Adults are very good at learning."

It was kind of relieving to hear that even under more normal circumstances, such was the case. Omega hugged back, glad for some form of comfort. She didn't like not hearing from her brothers, or knowing what they were getting into. She imagined they might wonder the same if they were aware she was gone. Sniffing to forestall tears, she nodded at Lark's words.

"Guess there's still lots of room for learning no matter what age."

"Oh indeed. I didn't learn my trade or my magic until I was nearly thirty. There is room for learning because we are people, and people, like plants, grow through all of our lives."

And that was the beautiful thing about nature. Even if you wanted to stay the same, there would always be change. Maybe the change wasn't always for the better, but it would always come.

Omega smiled faintly at that. She and her brothers had definitely been doing a lot of learning and growing for the time they've been together. And she'd keep on learning so that she could look out for her brothers just as much as they looked out for her.

The girl gave Lark one last squeeze before letting her arms loosen, wiping at her face with a sleeve once Lark let her arms fall from around her. "Thanks."

The girl loosening her hug was what made Lark release her and step back.

"You're welcome. In fact, I should thank you too. I quite miss hugs myself. Perhaps you will seek me out from time to time so I can have one?"

Because yes, she did believe in affection, but Lark also knew from helping raise children that sometimes you had to offer what they needed as if it was something you needed from them to make them feel like they could do it. It made sense, they didn't want to seem needy, or couldn't admit to their own needs.

Or worse, they had been around adults who treated such needs as unimportant.

In Omega's case, it was more a matter of none of her brothers really being exposed to that sort of level of family. Clones had sorted out brotherly bonding well enough, but save for the young soldiers in training, they had no real experience with children, much less a young girl who wasn't a soldier. Wrecker was the easiest for Omega to connect with since he was practically a giant child himself, but she understood that they were all still feeling their way around things. She was too. This was her first experience with so many people who weren't clones or scientists.

"I'd like that," she said to Lark, her smile broadening at that.

"Well that will make two of us," she smiled. "And of course you're welcome to hug Bear too. He's used to so much more affection than I can always provide. When my hands are busy with thread, I can't give him the attention he deserves."

If she could encourage as many children to interact with the dog as possible, they would all be happier.

The girl grinned, glancing over at their dozing furry friends. "He does look very huggable," she said. Clearly she'd be more than happy to offer Little Bear his share of hugs.

"Oh quite," she smiled right back. "All those curls make him super soft."

With that she looked back to the target.

"Do you mind if I keep you company while you shoot? I can sit and spin, and watch you practice."

She'd definitely have to see for herself just how soft the big dog was. Lark's inquiry received another smile. "I don't mind at all. It'll be nice to have more company." The city was all too big and all the more easy to feel lonely, even with a mothcat tagging along with you.

"Lovely," Lark smiled, and almost immediately she was sitting down, her legs crossed before her as she pulled a few supplies from the bag at her side. She was never without her spinning work.

Smiling, Omega nodded, watching as Lark got herself settled. She spared a glance towards their napping, fuzzy friends before looking back at the targets across the quarry before preparing her bow. Already she was feeling more at ease, having someone else around. It wasn't enough to dismiss her worries for whatever was going on back in Temba, but it was a reminder she still had friends here to help support.

With that, she drew back on the bow as she took aim.

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