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[scienceofthearcane]

WHO: Viktor and you?
WHERE: Newly arrived at the fountain
WHAT: This doesn't look like Piltover
WHEN: Now (early April)
WARNINGS: None anticipaed


The sun was setting, casting the council chambers in a red glow. Viktor said nothing about it but as Jayce continued he couldn't help the feeling that there was something perverse in the making of the Kingdom of Zon. It was fueled by a drug kingpin (a drug you made use of his conscience mocked him internally) who had made a lot of money selling misery. Though, in his opinion, it could have been easily the same had it been the wealthier part of Piltover that was targeted. Having power was a human desire regardless of wealth.

Viktor didn't remember going to sleep, but that wasn't a surprise. He rarely remembered it if he had passed out at his desk. But he would have remembered it if he fell asleep anywhere that was outside? It was cool but not cold and he could hear a fountain burbling nearby. He came to with his crutch next to him and after sitting up and looking around for a moment he used it to lever himself to his feet. He saw no one else at first, but he did see the light floating next to the fountain. He watched it for a moment, charmed by its appearance. Then he reached out one hand to tentatively touch it. As soon as his fingers made contact, his brain was flooded with information. Startled, Viktor clutched his forehead for a moment feeling woozy from the influx of data. Agra-10. The Agri. Rebuilding a society. There was something about that last part that struck Viktor as particularly odd. Then again he did not have very good experience with society.

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[buildingitsir]

York had been wandering around like a teenager trying not to get caught doing something bad. His hoodie didn't smell terrible since washing it a little in the fountain (washing: dunking it in there and scrubbing at it with his hands before letting it dry out). Now he was back and paused.

Someone else was there now. Touching that same datapoint like he had. 'Well he handled it as well as a human could,' the android thought as he went over. No one else was around, might as well in for the 'welcoming committee' or whatever it was called. "Another new sack of skin for the decrepit city I see."

A glance down at the crutch with teal eyes. Didn't remark on it. "Gonna go out on a limb and say you're not from 2038 Detroit either."

[scienceofthearcane]

Viktor didn't exactly startle but only from having long practice. He used one hand to wipe at his eyes until they focused on the owner of that voice. York also wouldn't be the first person that had remarked on the crutch. The fact that he was being polite, despite very obviously looking at it, did help.

"I don't even know where Detroit is supposed to be."

This should probably answer both the question of whether he was from Detroit or if he was from Earth at all. His voice sounded like it had a slight German accent but everything he said was perfectly clear.

[buildingitsir]

He's seen androids missing sections of their shells, missing limbs, and other pieces. A cane was tame by comparison. He thought to himself how the Agrii would take anyone, but maybe this human wasn't brought here for physical labor. Maybe something more academically inclined.

He sat on the fountain edge, with his system finding the perfect balance so he wouldn't fall in. York regarded the other newcomer with a sort of haughty look. The man's clothes looked weird to him, but the accent… slight as it was, maybe German? There was no telling with people here.

"Earth, 2038. Detroit, MI, United States of America, North America, Earth," he clarified. Ironically, he said this while wearing an NYC hoodie. "But that’s not where here is, much to my fucking dismay."

[scienceofthearcane]

"No, I still don't know where that is."

Viktor's clothes hung loosely on him, as was the case from any wasting disease, but still covered what might have been odd about the way he looked.

"I take it that is where you came from."

He had no idea it was an active combat zone and certainly had never met an Android.

[buildingitsir]

Well at least that put this newcomer out of the revolution's sight. Probably didn't have androids either wherever the fuck he came from. He snaps and points to Viktor, a smug smirk on his face. "Nothing gets past you I see. Which is impressive since I've seen threaded rods bigger than you." It was easy enough with a scan to see that the man was thin. He wondered briefly if that was healthy.

"Where are you from then? I already know it's not from here, this five star rated shithole of a city."

[deal_me_in]

Cayde-6 liked high places. You could see a lot of things, get around a lot quicker by cutting across rooftops, and of course, get a bit of a thrill from the jumps between and down them. The problem was there weren't a whole lot that were near each other, but the Exo made do.

The only sound that probably heralded his arrival was the snap and flutter of the ragged cloak he wore as it trailed after him, a silhouetted figure dropping down from the Civic Center. About three-fourths of the way down he gave himself another boost in midair, dramatically slowing his descent so he could land without breaking his legs, touching down neatly on the ground below.

[scienceofthearcane]

Because he didn't have much to compare to it, Viktor had looked over his shoulder to see what was making the ragged cloth sound, and watching someone do a sort of dash mid-air was impressive enough. But defying physics wasn't exactly something that he hadn't seen before.

"Do you do that without any assistance from technology?"

[deal_me_in]

"Yep!" Cayde replied, making a show of dusting himself off. "Well, unless you figure in that I'm kind of walking technology, sooo I guess it depends on what you're really asking.

He grinned, finally looking over before arching a brow, although he supposed he wasn't totally surprised it was someone unfamiliar to him. The voice had been new, definitely.

[scienceofthearcane]

Cayde gets a slack-jawed look of surprise right back. Viktor had never seen anything like him.

"You...You are mechanical!"

Thank you captain obvious. But if Viktor was a fanboy for York as an Android then he was looking at Cayde with awe as if Cayde were wearing a halo and holding a fiery sword.

"H-how are...you are...when did..."

[deal_me_in]

"Last time I checked, anyway," Cayde said with something of a shrug. He wasn't much of a fiery halo sword guy- sounded like a warlock thing. He was more prone to setting himself on fire.

"Whoa there, deep breaths. You're new in town, obviously."

[orangewayfinder]

He was going to go check on the planting that still needed to be done, or thought that it needed done. Either way, Terra was going to go get this accomplished. So he had to go near the fountain and see if he could grab some water from it. He'd brought some buckets and they were going right over to the greenhouse.

Terra was happy to help in this strange place of course and this task was just as important as any of the others he did. But just as he filled one of the buckets, he happened to look up and saw an unfamiliar person clutching at his head. His blue eyes noticed the data point and again looked at the person.

Halting his watering duties, he kept his distance for the moment. "Are you gonna be okay?"

[scienceofthearcane]

/Viktor rubbed his eyes back into focus. When he did he noticed the blue-eyed young man that was speaking to him.

"Ah yes."

The information that had just been downloaded directly into his brain supplied the reason for another person being here.

"... I take it that bewildered-looking strangers are a common occurrence here."

[orangewayfinder]

Terra nodded. Someone being alright after looking pretty not okay was a good sign. But he had to smile a little at the observation being made.

"It happens from time to time, and probably more often than I notice." He himself was one of those aforementioned bewildered looking strangers not too long ago. "But when people touch data points like you did, it takes a second to process the information being received, so that's normal."

As normal as normal got around here.

[scienceofthearcane]

"Data...points?"

Again the information that had been downloaded straight to his brain provided an answer. Viktor was really not used to that happening.

"Nevermind. Do they all have the same effect of this first one?"

If so they were going to be a prolonged headache.

[orangewayfinder]

He nodded again and gestured to the machine. "Ya, it has the same effect every time." Terra wasn't sure that it would ever change even with him. He used the piloting data point so that he could make sure he knew he knew what he was doing with the ship although he had been considering changing it to something else.

What that something else would be as of yet, he had no idea.

Terra shook his head. "Wish I could tell you it'd be different. But I take it you haven't found a place to stay?"

[iseegoblins]

Jean spent an inordinate amount of time since her own recent arrival on the roofs of buildings around fountain. People passed by frequently enough for it to be a good place for practice on filtering things out and searching for things. Maybe it was weird for her to continue her training here, but it made things feel less overwhelming to do something normal. Though, when she really thought about it, was training to perfect your mutant power of telepathy really normal? Was anything about what she'd become recently normal? That was a depressing line of thinking that was thankfully interrupted by her telepathy picking up something from someone that was definitely unfamiliar.

She immediately jumped down from one of the buildings closest to the fountain, gliding down with less concern for if anyone noticed than she probably should have. Then she headed towards the startled looking man. His expression reminded her of when she'd first arrived here or when her telepathy got super overwhelming.

"Just arrived I take it? If so, it's definitely kinda overwhelming."

[scienceofthearcane]

Viktor noticed that Jean seemed to float down from a rooftop with ease. It didn't quite warrant a slack-jawed look the way that Cayde's mechanical appearance had but Viktor had never seen anyone that was capable of doing that before. So he regarded Jean with the appropriate amount of awe.

"I…yes. I am having trouble visualizing how to recreate a society."

Or just how to create anything like a fair society period.

[iseegoblins]

"I get that," she said with a very tiny smile. "That was kinda the moral dilemma I left my home-world in." And really she had no idea how they were going to go about rebuilding things and trying to mend relations.

"Seems like a difficult thing to visualize let alone actually uh, pull off doing. Kinda feels like high expectations here."

[scienceofthearcane]

"Yes, to a degree."

Viktor seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"First I beg your pardon for mentioning it, but how are you able to float like that?"

Viktor gestured toward the roof that Jean had come from.

[iseegoblins]

"Oh," she rubbed the back of her neck then shrugged. "Mutant ability. That's what people with gifts in my world are called. I have two, well kinda three but the third isn't exactly the mutant thing. Telekinesis lets me do things like that, move objects, myself, and other people with my mind. Telepathy is the second. Do you have anything like that where you're from?"

[theirondragon]

Being the center of Temba, Bull tended to make his way past the fountain pretty often, making his way from one area of the settlement to the other. Today he happened to be running a little late for dinner, but that didn't stop him from stopping to watch the guy who'd just had the misfortune of waking up by the fountain. He crossed his arms, letting the guy have whatever time he needed to orient himself. The massive man with the impressive horns atop his head could sympathize, and it was best to just let it happen and fill in the gaps later.

After Viktor pressed his palm to his head, the big guy took a step closer, noting the crutch and the young man's overall appearance. He didn't look well.

"It's a lot, right, touching the shiny ball, I mean. You good?"

[scienceofthearcane]

Viktor rubbed his eyes for a moment as the woozy feeling passed.

"Yes, excuse me."

He opened his eyes to look at the person that had spoken... And then kept looking up with round eyes. It wasn't so much the person's size that Viktor was looking at, it was the fact he had a pair of horns. Viktor was standing a little straighter these days but he was still on the emaciated side, as anyone that had a wasting disease could also say.

"... I beg your pardon but somehow I didn't really realize how different the different types of worlds could be."

[theirondragon]

"Don't worry about it. The arrival's got one hell of a kick."

He'd been pretty disoriented himself, and he was pretty sure on his feet, unlike this new guy. He looked like he needed to eat a good meal or twenty, and he would, if the Bull had anything to say about it. A slight smile teased across his lips as he watched Viktor acclimate himself, and he crossed his around across his expansive chest.

"Go ahead, take it in." He chuckled, turning his head to the side to give Viktor a better angle. "It's an impressive rack, I know."

[scienceofthearcane]

"Please don't be offended by this, but are you...human?"

If so, he had never met a species of human that had horns. Horns which Viktor had managed to stop goggling at but he was still looking at them as bull showed them off.

[theirondragon]

If the deep laughter was any indication, the Bull did not take offense.

"No. I'm Qunari. You humans are a lot smaller." He grinned. "And bendier. You can call me The Iron Bull."