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Lost Lion. Please Help?

WHO: Shiro and You!
WHERE: Around
WHAT: New Arrival Exploring
WHEN: Beginning of January
WARNINGS: None yet. Will update.

This was certainly not the last place that Shiro remembered being. He had last remembered returning to Earth and ending up with his new robotic arm. As he stood there for a long moment, wracking his brain, there wasn't much more after that. Certainly, there wasn't enough he would have suddenly found himself here in a world that seemed far more dilapidated than the Garrison was with far fewer technologies.

The information that suddenly came to him was certainly helpful, but very disturbing to him. After all, what had most of his recent life been like other than some other being deciding he needed to be somewhere that he didn't consent to going?

Typical.

But Shiro was out in the town and exploring. Sure, he had the device and he did pause a few times to review it, specifically looking at the map more than anything else, but still, he'd rather see them for himself. After he had figured out where he was going, he could see if there was anything that he could assist with. If he was going to be here, might as well do something productive.

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Keith wasn't near the main part of town, but rather off in the northeast section by the hangars. Between missions, he'd started making sure the ship he was assigned to, the Bloodsport, was in working order. He also kept checking on the Huntress, as he still had a soft spot for that one, and was still secretly hoping that he'd get assigned to it again at some point.

He stepped out, a little dirty from having been doing his checks, and spotted a very familiar figure approaching. Keith straightened up automatically in surprise. He hadn't seen Shiro in a while... a long while... and he had to mentally check himself to make sure his friend was real. Keith had been tricked here before.

"Shiro...?"

For Shiro, Keith wouldn't look much different, but he wasn't wearing his uniform, or really anything Shiro might have seen him wearing recently. Though, his overall sense of style hadn't changed... mostly red and black in color, boots, long pants, a jacket over a plain t-shirt, and fingerless gloves. He did, however, have the black bayard, and it was hooked to his belt. But his hair was still longer and unruly, and he had the scar on his face from their fight, as well as the extra build from his time on the space whale.

There was a crunch of rubble underfoot as a figure emerged from one of the larger buildings. He had a wooden crate of sorts in his arms, filled with various odds and ends, a variety of cups and glasses, a few dishes, maybe a slightly chewed up blanket or two. Hovering after him was a small star-like construct of some kind.

"That place is dangerous, I could be in there all day trying to make decisions about cups. Cups. I needa get out more," the hooded figure was saying. When he turned to face frontwards it was clear to see his features were not human, and yet his movements were as fluid as anyone of flesh and blood. With each word he spoke, the back of his throat lit up with amber, and at some unspoken prompt from his floating partner, he glanced on down the broken streets at the pale-haired stranger roaming about.

Things Tommy was not expecting as he was running through the city, carrying an armload of veggies for making dinner at the diner. The first and foremost was the flash of white hair on another person. For a brief picosecond he hopes, against hope, that it's his uncle Pietro, or maybe even Magneto.

That's why he stops. The fact that it's someone new is what keeps him having stopped. Of course, for Shiro, Tommy would have appeared just as suddenly as Keith's strange blue wolf-dog did. Came from the fact that Tommy, while not capable of teleporting, could run faster than the human eye could really process. So it probably looked a bit like teleporting.

"Hey there," he offers with a wide smile. "Same hair. Sorta. Anyway, I'm Tommy, and you're clearly new. Nice to meet you. Welcome to bullshit. Wanna Cyanana? It's like a banana but it's blue and tastes sorta like pickles flavored with lime. I've also got some Crunchy Persimmons, they taste just like cucumbers."

Shiro, of course, happened to go by the hangar. He had a fondness for all things like that since he was a pilot and had worked on so many ships before. Though one of them being a lion was still a bit of surprise even now after so long.

But as he was nearing the building, a familiar face stepped out. He hadn't really been expecting to see anyone that he knew here. Any of them would have been a welcome sight, but this one was especially.

"Keith? Keith, you're here too?"

And he rather quickly crossed the distance over to the other, a smile on his face.

Non-human was perhaps one of the things that bothered Shiro least of all anymore. He had been around so many non-humans that he barely gave it a thought other than to assess the person who had emerged from the building with the wooden crate. He was also curious about the little robot that seemed to be following after him. Kind of reminded him of Pidge's robot friend, but he had no idea what it did.

But he couldn't help but overhearing what the other had said and smiled slightly at that. "Cups, huh? Sounds like there are a lot of options to consider."

Shiro had just been walking along, examining the different buildings when there was suddenly someone in front of him. He took a step back from shock, not having expected that. Had he... been there before and Shiro just hadn't noticed until now? He had been looking at other buildings. Maybe he had just missed him being there...?

"Hey. Nice to meet you, Tommy. I'm Shiro." He couldn't help but snicker in amusement at the comment of 'welcome to bullshit'. "Hmm... I guess I'll try... a cyanana?"

Sounded interesting.

Somehow that metal face managed the impression of a grin. He stepped in the other man's direction with a bob of his head. "Oh, you have no idea! I mean, there's tons of things left over in general there, some kind of shop back in Agrii heydays. I was just scavenging for more things to use at the bar."

He looked Shiro up and down before giving a thoughtful nod. "You're new here," he decided, not really a difficult conclusion to come to when you knew most of the faces in town.

Hey, at least he still had it going on enough to make the guy snicker.

"Hold on, don't want to drop everything."

Tommy is gone in a blur of green and white. And then he's immediately back, as if he hadn't left, a small dustdevil kicked up in the air behind him where the rush of pressure from him leaving and returning left the winds blowing. Perhaps things will make more sense then. Or perhaps it will from the fact that now Tommy's only holding one blue banana and a mushroom. The former he holds out, the other he takes a bite of.

"Shiro. Cool name. You new-new to Temba, or did I just fail to notice you recently?"

"Really? So everything was just left there? Such a strange thing... but at least you are able to use what was there."

Shiro nodded his head at the assessment. "I am. I'm Shiro."

Shiro opened his mouth to say something then stopped himself when the other seemingly out of nowhere kicked up a small dust cloud and appeared holding that blue banana and a mushroom while not holding what he had a moment ago. Ah... so he was... superhumanly fast? That seemed to make sense.

"Thanks," Shiro said taking the banana and peeling it so that he could try it. He was used to weird foods now, but it still took a moment when something wasn't quite right. "New to Temba. I have barely even had the chance to walk all the way around this place."

"You can eat the peel, it's good for you," Tommy offers as an off-hand thought. New, huh? That sucks. Being new is hard, always has been, probably always will be.

"It's a large place, even for me." Tommy explains. "You probably haven't even picked a place to sleep yet. That's fair. Best place to start tends to be the ships, until you can get a place comfortable for yourself. I've been here since the Agrii brought us, so I guess I could give you advice if you want."

"Most everything's just been left as is, I'm guessing. Some things just fared better than most." The Exo shrugged. "I mean, just take a look around at the place. Still, a lot of this city's in better shape than some of the places back home."

He shifted his load to one arm, sticking his freed hand out to shake. "Name's Cayde. This is Sundance," he says, nodding over his shoulder at his Ghost, who gives a slight bob in the air in acknowledgment. "I'm figurin' you got the basic rundown of the situation."

"I suppose that's true with everything that's just been left behind." He glanced around at the comment to look around. "Hmm... that is true. I've seen some places out there in the universe that were really not in good shape, but that wasn't necessarily their fault."

War kind of did that.

Shiro reached over to shake his hand. Of course, it was his floating disembodied robot hand...

"Nice to meet you, Cayde. And nice to meet you too, Sundance. Yeah, I got the basic gist of it. Still... a lot to take in."

"Oh? You can?" Shiro looked at the cyanana again. Well, when in Rome... So that was what he did. Even though he had been told what it tasted like, his mind was still expecting the sweet flavor of a banana so the pickle flavor was a surprise and he couldn't help but make a face at it. It wasn't... bad, but a surprise for the senses.

"Nah, haven't quite gotten to that part yet. I'll have to check it out. I'm sure the ship will be plenty comfortable given some of the places I've been.

If you have any advice that you think someone should know, I'd appreciate that."

The ship. Comfy. Tommy winces at the very idea. Seems suspicious to him, but he'll take it. So, notes, what sorta of notes does he have?

"First things first: meals are available at the diner three times a day. Outside of that, I leave whatever leftover stew is on present for people to eat. But the ships have protein pastes, and that's good for other calories. Uh, there's hotsprings in the caves by the lake but looking at you..."

He eyes Shiro for a second, and then gestures to his arm.

"Might be a bad idea. It's known to supercharge some things. My brother's magic, my speed, probably Aunt Wanda and Lorna's powers too. Even Cal's Force powers. So you might not want to risk it with the tech you're wearing. If you feel yourself super itchy and angry, try and find Jon or Wanda or Billy before you lose your mind with rage and start to kill people or destroy things. Basically, treat the world like a bad episode of Star Trek and you'll probably be safe."

Eh, he'd prefer larger spaces, but if he had to, he could make do. Being a pilot in space trained you to live in small spaces. Experience with the Galra led him to appreciate the little things.

Shiro listened to everything that he had to say. The first part was fairly normal it seemed. Supercharging powers at the hot springs was... unique and since he still didn't know everything that his arm could do, he was right; it was probably best to leave it.

But the last part...

"Is... that a common thing here?"

Small spaces weren't something Tommy was doing very well with most of the time, but he supposed he was doing a bit better now.

"Things going bad? Yeah. The rage bugs? They only hit a few of us. We mostly try to avoid the things."

Cayde gave a knowing nod at that. He did arch a metal brow at the man's arm, definitely up there on strangest things he'd ever seen, and it said a lot when he was centuries old.

"At this rate we're going to have a club for people with metal arms," he joked. Except he came built with his. Still hadn't coaxed the story out of the other guy he knew. "Oh yeah, definitely a lot to take in. Not as straight-forward as it's been made out to be, either. If...being abruptly saddled with clean-up and world-restoration for an alien race is straight-forward." He paused. "-I guess it kind of is until you start asking questions anyway."

"Rage... bugs? Is it like a disease or an actual insect that attacks you and causes you to become angry like that?"

Because these are important things to know so that Shiro would be able to watch out for them either way.

"Well, we can certainly start a club if there are more people with that or in case we get others." He had better feelings about this one. It wasn't the Galra arm that had been intended to help him fight, to control him. It was the one that his team had made for him.

Shiro nodded his head as he said. "I feel like I could definitely say been there, done that. I guess there's a lot of those questions here?"

Oh good, someone who can roll with his jokes. The Exo chuckles. "You never know I guess. Between random worlds and universes and then alternate universes, could be possible!"

He arches a metal brow at Shiro. "Oh yeah? Previous experience is always good. Less freaking out and being all upset at the situation. Although it's completely fair to be the latter. I mean, that seems a more natural response than lookin' at this place and thinking we're on vacation." He shrugs. "But yeah. A little more complicated than just the 'get here, fix things for these poor displaced Agrii.'"

"Other worlds I have seen. I've seen plenty of those, but alternate universes? Is that really a thing?"

~~Yeah, be amused Shiro - just because no one told you about Sven or the obligatory game show episode~~

"Yeah, I've been to a lot of places and had to deal with a lot of things. Don't really like the 'no choice but to be here' part of it, but I'm sure that's a sentiment shared by all if not most people here." At least he hoped so. "Anything worth sharing or is it a long story?"

"Oh yeah. I mean, we got what, several versions of Earth so far as I know. Unless I'm from some terrible future version, but uh- anyway, there's some guys that sorta know each other but then not really?" Cayde pauses, backtracks as he realizes how confusing that might sound. "Same faces, same names, not the same...version. I don't know, I'm just going off of what I hear from people here."

The Exo nods as he folds his arms. "Yeah, the 'no choice' bit is the clincher, but otherwise it's not...terrible? Now, when you consider that maybe someone's set all this up just for the hell of it? Then I'd say we all have the right to be perfectly pissed. And I'm not talking about the Agrii- who do exist, by the way, in case there might be doubts. They might just be some unfortunate bystanders in this mess, a means to a thus far unknown end."

"Actual parasites," Tommy answers. Which is pretty bad.

So yeah, he was warning him for a reason. The things had been bad. And Tommy had to be extra careful given the fact that now that hew as back, his powers were that much more dangerous.

"They haven't had much cause to go after us since we first apparently disturbed a colony."

"Really? That's very strange. I guess... in all the stuff I've seen. I shouldn't be too surprised by that."

He listened to what Cayde had to say and frowned at it. "So there's the possibility that some force we don't know about is playing around with us and using Agrii to do it?"

That was just sick.

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...we need a Slav, STAT

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A good way to make Shiro freak out lol