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[Open] Choosing A New Path

WHO: Lauri-Ell, Open
WHERE: Around Temba, Hospital
WHAT: Patrol and New Datapoint
WHEN: Mid-June to end of the month
WARNINGS: N/A

I. I Walk These Lonely Roads | Roads of Temba
No matter the decision as to whether her purpose here was changing or not, there was still some inherent things that were not going to change. After Lauri's morning work out she put up a sign at the civics center training area saying to contact her if someone wanted work out help. And then she set out to do the normal. Hammer in hand, Accuser armor wrapped around her, Lauri-Ell walked confidently through the early morning streets. It was time to do her patrols.

But she was getting started a little later today, and she was happy to see others around, raising her free hand in a greeting and offering them a smile.

"It grows warm in the mornings, yes? Very lovely."

II. Learning The Ropes | Hospital
It had taken time to come to this conclusion. Time and soul searching, and the kindness extended to her by Omega and Billy recently. And the realization that she did not need the weapons the Agrii provided to protect others. Which meant she could learn to protect people in more ways.

That didn't mean she entirely knew what to do with this knew knowledge. Lauri-Ell removed her hand from the datapoint and just... stood there for a moment.

"I still don't understand," she said, a bit frustrated before she turned and entered the hospital. "But I suppose I should see if there is a means to learn properly."

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York was still upset at Calibrations. Lured down into a hellhole with other humans, trapped there for a month? Detroit was starting to seem like a paradise compared to this. At least back home he knew what he was getting into. Not this bullshit. So the android had stalked around off of the main paths to try and get some of his anger out in a... healthier way. Just walk it off. Walk it off and then go back to the factory.

Only the ordeal with Calibrations had left him... off kilter. York didn't pay much attention to his energy usage as he should have as he stomped about. He hadn't a need to pay attention to it too much in that bunker, having plenty of time to recuperate his power to stave off boredom with a nap.

Not this time. There was no way to get back to the factory in time, with it still blocks away, he had laid down in a wild patch of greenery and simply... took an android nap. He looked like an abandoned teenager, laying with his hood up despite the heat as his system repowered. By the time he came back online, he blinked to make sure his optical units were configured properly.

Where was he?

Mm, temp memory said not home. Still the city at least, and outside with the greenery around him. Leaves fall from him as he sits up to look around. What time was it?

Without her movies, her collectibles, and her patrols, Reno was finding herself rather bored in a way she had never quite been. Sure, there were hero things she could do, but there seemed to be a lack of heroes around to show her those things. She's a good sidekick, she just needs direction! Therefore, she decided this morning, it was high time for her to find others that could guide her in said direction.

So, as Lauri is on her patrol, she'll find one quite awestruck girl wandering the roads as well. Her rigging is nowhere to be found, as presumably the roads are mostly safe and she could always summon it if needed. As people do tend to double-take at girls wearing battleship parts, this should also make her appear more approachable! Alas, it doesn't make her appear any less a newbie, as she's consistently wide-eyed and dropping stunned 'wow's at the crumbling ruins and the plants that have seemingly decided that its their city now. And when a six and a half foot wall of muscle approaches, well...

Her jaw just drops. "W-Woooow! I- I've never met anyone as huge as you before!"

Edited 2022-06-17 02:05 (UTC)

"Hopefully not too much warmer once the sun hits its peak," the shadow perched at the edge of a crumbled rooftop commented as he gave the armored woman a nod. "I think it is about this time the previous year that I first found myself in this city, if this place holds to seasonal cycles as does Earth."

Felwinter straightened from leaning over a knee as he surveyed the streets. It wasn't the most ideal place for watching, not when it wasn't even a second story, but he'd not too long ago stood atop the roof of the flanking building that shadowed this one. This was not entirely a patrol for him so much as an excuse to stretch his legs and exercise his abilities.

Lauri-Ell sees the unexpected motion and immediately makes for it, expecting some sort of a fight. Only to find York there. Her concern fades to a bit of a smile.

“Hello there. Is all well?”

Because an android sleeping on the streets is not normal

Huh. Lauri-Ell was not expecting this. A small human woman, looking around in such awe. And that was definitely a comment there. It leaves her staring in a bit of confusion. What’s going on here? Was that offensive or just… eager?

“It seems you have now met such a person. You are a newer arrival then? I do not know you.”

“Yes, to my experience it holds seasonal cycles very well. Intense ones. Kree worlds do not,” she admitted as she looked up, trying to find the speaker. The voice, it’s familiar.

Yes, from the dreams.

“You seem to like high places, Lord Felwinter.”

Yes, that was his name.

"...it is easier to see what's coming from high up," he replied. But it seemed rude to speak to someone while standing at a different level. The warlord stepped off the ledge, drifting rather than outright falling, until his boots stepped lightly onto the ground.

"Accuser Lauri-Ell," Felwinter greeted.

York startles a little as this very tall woman comes towards him. Holy shit she was tall. But he doesn’t move from his seated position as he blinks up at her. She was very blue but familiar? He had seen her down in the tunnel but like, familiar from something else. Finally he stands in the growth around him.

"…‘m Fine. Unexpected stasis." He runs his chest where the biocomponent was hidden before realizing he was way too hot. Shedding the hoodie and folding it over an arm, he squints up at Lauri-Ell. "I think we’ve met somewhere before, but I can’t place where."

Viktor had decided that since he had not had it for all of the calibrations ordeal, it didn't make any sense to use his crutch again when he had the chance. As such, he was without it now and keenly felt its lack since it had become something of a security blanket rather than necessary for him to walk. He had already planned to move into a specific factory and was moving with his only real belonging; a rather ratty-looking blanket. He had already resolved to look for some sort of more suitable bedding and to that end was making a pile of mattress-topper pieces of foam outside the alien Target - which was the only way they would be free of grime and glass. Both blanket and foam pile were now starting to block the way a bit, and Viktor was mildly surprised to see that his foam pile was in the way of anyone.

"Oh. Yes, it has been warmer, which makes for the warmer evenings that I prefer."

Yes, she supposed that was true. She misses being able to fly. WEll, she's never done it, but she knows the Weapon should allow it. But she stares in shock at the way he comes down so gently. That was impossible!

And yet clearly it had happened.

"You remember me I see. Wonderful. Hello again."

Stasis. That sounds familiar. But he's clearly not human then. When she sees the glowing thing, though, she gets it.

"You are the man in the too small room," she notes, her voice full of remembered pity.

Yes, that is absolutely in the way, and she is intrigued.

"It will remain warm, and become more so. Yet I must find myself asking this. Why are you obstructing the road?"

Her expression didn't go unnoticed, although Felwinter didn't think he'd done anything impressive. But he supposed not many had seen him glide. He wasn't able to fly, not exactly, but he could cover a fair distance from the right height.

"You are in much better spirits," he observed. "But that is likely true of anyone who was forced to be confined for so long as we were.

"I am free," she points out. How could she not be in better spirits. So yes, his point was a correct one. "Are you not happier for this?"

Free... From one confinement into another, but Felwinter will not argue the case. Even he knows better than to bring up the dismal fact that they are still in a way, imprisoned.

"Yes," he says, and strangely enough, he feels it's true, at least so far as he can understand the sense of it. It's a lightness he can't quite describe. Malicious as their captors may have in their intent, the experience of those 'Calibrations' seems to have actually helped ease some of the burdens he's been shouldering.

"Though now I am at a loss for what I should do, now that I have the ability to do things again."

York brushes himself off, with leaves still stuck in his synthetic dark hair before he looks at her. What did she say?

The room she mentioned. He remembered that room. A workshop that he had destroyed in fury. Smearing his blood on the wall to remind himself that he was sentient, that he was alive. People had came and went, but trying to remember them was like trying filling a colander with liquid. There but gone too quickly.

Then she says that and York remembers seeing her there. She had barely fit.

"...It's you. You had trouble moving... you touched the hoodie..." But what was her name?

"There is something sticky spilled on the flooring in there and I believe it is one of the lightbulbs has broken further down the laneway. Because I will have to bring it outside to transport it anyway it seemed prudent to put it here."

At the moment Viktor is picking up a roll for each of his arms to clear Lauri-Ell's way.

"But I didn't expect anyone else to be out here so I do beg your pardon."

Perhaps they are, but when the falls are further away, it is easier to accept the yoke upon their shoulders.

Still, his observation makes Lauri Pause and consider.

"You are a skilled warrior, yes?"

"There are plenty of people here, and we move around," she notes, watching him. He didn't ask for help, and she's on patrol, so doing so may not be the wisest. "Had you considered asking assistance to move things? There is young Thomas, he is fast and strong."

ANd could probably help move things.

Barely fit indeed.

"I am Lauri-Ell," she said, moving closer to help him brush leaves away. She's helpful.

Felwinter looks down at his hands in consideration. "I am not unfamiliar with battle," he says carefully. It is not out of modesty, merely truth. He has learned how to fight out of necessity, he has honed his skills by efficiency. Perhaps it is true that in this he can be considered a skilled warrior, but there has never been a single set model for comparison, nor a level sought that he can possibly measure.

A skilled survivor would be more appropriate. Had circumstances been different, he wonders that he would have ever learned to fight at all.

"If I had anything else to move from one place to the other, then I might ask for help."

Viktor offers a small smile.

"But all that I have is what you see."

Which is just some impromptu bedding that's not really even his to begin with.

Reno is comparatively rather small, for the most part. That she caused such confusion leaves her somewhat perplexed for a brief moment before Lauri explains and there's a surprised blink. "Yeah, I've never seen anyone your size outside of movies! Huh, I guess I'm gonna have to get used to others around here being bigger!"

That leads into her introduction with a friendly wave, "And yeah, I just arrived. I'm Reno, its a pleasure!"

Which is still a bit. But she offers a nod at that.

"Reasonable enough. This place, it is good for supplying things, so you made a wise decision."

"Well, there is hunting to be done I don't doubt. And exploration. That is a thing of warriors here."

For the forests are definitely dangerous. She's seen people suggest going out into them before, but given the one that had pushed that way had been the same one as to manipulate and try and blackmail Felwinter, she had not supported the idea at all.

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