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[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Reconnaissance was both a duty to her captain, and a way for Mulan to satisfy her burning curiosity about the new world that fate had brought her to. And so the young Chinese soldier skittered through Stacy's halls, quietly, purposefully, and above all, curiously.

She was glad she'd found her armor, along with her sword, her bow, and her quiver, in the Possessions locker. Her armor would be hot and heavy to wear in this humid environment, but at least it concealed the embarrassingly form-fitting suit the ship had given her. It was much preferable to be slightly uncomfortable at all hours of the day then to be walking around in what would have qualified in her time as nothing but the barest of underclothing. With her armor on and her hair tied back, she looked more like the boy she had become used to pretending to be, the boy she had just been growing accustomed to not having to be back home.

As she explored, she kept her bow, arrow notched and at the ready. She'd heard enough about the dangers that had already beset the crew, though she had the sense not to pull back on the string at the first signs of movement. The people here were abductees, like her, dragged from their strange foreign worlds into an equally strange and foreign one. It would not do to shoot any of them for no reason.

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[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus was patrolling the hallways, usually one of the more low key part of her security duties. She occasionally ran into other crew members, though she tended not to bother them as long as they weren't doing anything suspicious. However this... young boy? Girl? (She couldn't really tell) Caught her eye, mostly due to the fact that he was carrying a bow and a sword. She considered those to be a rather primitive weapon and found it quite odd.

"Hello," she gave a professional sort of sounding greeting.

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

The professional greeting is met with silence. Mulan is too busy gaping to respond. What IS that? What IS it? It's huge and shiny and not like any spirit she's been instructed to expect! It's like a person made of metal!

"Hello!" she squeaks at length, the Chinese of her greeting made legible by the translation engines. "I greet you, honorable . . ." she looks confused, but tries - "spirit?"

The voice, for the record, is no help. This could be a boy too young for his voice to have broken, or a girl whose register is soft and low.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai had finally bothered to put her hair up again (it'd taken her a while, but she was used to it), but there weren't any suitable robes aboard. So, she'd settled for loose jeans (the ones that seemed built for women on that planet seemed horribly tight) cinched to her waist by a leather belt and a very loose long-sleeved blouse (all the better to hid her throwing knives). It was still a complete surprise to her to come around a corner and be face to face with a young man who wouldn't be out of place in the Fire Nation capital. She arched a brow in a quiet, questioning manner.

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Mai presents a much more familiar-seeming face. Mulan bows her head.

"Hello." The other young woman's manner of clothing is strange, but less strange than the plantsuits are. "Fa Mulan, of the Imperial Army of China."

[governorkang]

On his way to the mess hall, Kang was surpised to see someone up ahead with a weapon out, as if expecting trouble. At first glance, the human looked androgynous, but on further inspection (i.e. scent), she proved to be female.

Curiously, and with a great deal of caution, he approached with his hands up to show that he meant no harm, "You seem worried about something, ma'am." He'd never seen anything quite like her armor, though it seemed to be around the same level as his.

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Her reaction is probably not what Kang expected, as the soldier immediately drops her bow and prostrates herself on the ground before him.

"Honorable spirit! Forgive my intrusion. My curiosity lead me to explore - is this your home?"

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

Lyle is exploring the ship himself, since knowing the ship's layout might be vital someday. When he hears Mulan coming, he turns invisible and stands aside. He relaxes once he sees her, but due to the bow, he waits until she's passed to turn himself visible again. He makes soft footstep noises as though he's walking up, then stops some ways behind her.

"Looking for anything in particular?

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

She whirls around at the sound of footsteps.

"Hello." Just a boy, another foreigner, but not threatening. "I am doing reconnaissance."

[fireforger]

Like Mulan, Daja was also trying to get used to this strange new place. She had been walking the halls with her Trader staff for protection and a steady support (she was sure all this...squishness...couldn't be entirely stable), trying to memorise the layout.

She blinked when she saw the armoured warrior coming in the opposite direction - but her surprise soon turned to curiosity. She hadn't seen armour like that before!

Daja stopped and leaned on her staff. "Good day," she said politely. Perhaps, if Daja could just talk to - him? - a little while, the warrior might let her take a closer look at their armour...

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

This newcomer is rather less surprising than the metal woman. Still strange looking - Mulan has never seen a person with skin or hair like that - but comfortingly human, for a foreign devil.

"Hello!" she speaks in Chinese, but the translation engine makes her speech legible to those who don't share the language. She bows, just nodding her head to the girl.

[bouncywarrior.livejournal.com]

Boingy.

Boingy.

Boingy.

The noise, a rubbery bouncing sound, slowly gets closer and closer.

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Mulan's war-sharpened senses are at the ready. Something is coming. She looks around to find it, arrow at the ready.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono was usually a lot more careful, but he had new music and was concentrating on getting some wiring sorted. How the bleedin' engineers managed t' knot all this up t' 'ell an' buggery, he muttered to himself, though broadcasting at the same time. He tugged on the wiring, unprepared for when the knot loosened suddenly.

Which sent him crashing flat on his back right in front of Mulan.

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

He has an arrow pointed at him, but only because she's a little jumpy. She unnotches it as soon as she realizes it's just a prone man . . . with his clothes up over his face. Hmm.

"Are you all right?"

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Sokka, as is usual these days, isn't really paying attention. He's deep in thought about the Nightmare King and comes around a corner, finding himself abruptly face to face with another young man in armor. He yelps and stumbles, trying to arrest his forward momentum, managing to trip and land in a tangled heap in front of Mulan.

"...Ow..."

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

The young man in armor has an arrow pointed straight at Sokka in a flash of lightning-fast reflexes. He (lol, he) relaxes as soon as it becomes clear the boy presents no threat.

"Are you okay?" Mulan eyes the tangle skeptically. She's reminded of some of her friends from the army. (The derpier friends.)

[cognitive-array.livejournal.com]

Spot had been walking down the hall when the woman got in her way. That had required quick maneuvering to avoid getting struck by a foot or stomped on. All seemed relatively fine, until one of the clumsy tall person's boots landed firmly on Spot's tail. With hellish (one might say demonic) yowl, the housecat lashed out at Mulan's ankle, with claws like tiny swords.

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Yikes! Mulan jumps, then recognizes her error.

"Oh, sorry, little one." Fortunately her armor covers the calf, so she sustains only a little damage from the tiny sword claws. "I'd give you some fish as a treat, but I don't think the odds of me getting any soon are that high." She looks around. "Unless there's a completely unlikely river nearby that I'm missing."

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara was still making preparations for the Nightmare King, because there was truly no vacation for something like that and she wanted to be prepared. She'd gotten a few incense sticks, several books on meditation, and had taken to some of the techniques that Sheeana had recommended for her,to keep a clear mind. She was just starting to go through them in her mind when she noticed the boy/girl.

And she had to think that because why else would a girl be wearing such heavy armor in this kind of environment? It was fairly obvious that she was not only new, but that she was probably a bit uncomfortable, and probably a little unsure abut this place. She was far from intimidated by the4 way the girl looked though, and walked over to her.

"Hi, you must be new here," Katara said, giving her a polite bow. "I'm Katara of the Southern Water tribe. It's not usually common to have weapons on you though...it worries the security team. I was told they had to break up a few fights already."

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

"The security team?" Even if Mulan were not happy to talk to the foreigners in this strange place, Katara would have captured her attention. "I didn't know there was one. Would it be above this one's station to request an audience with your captain on behalf of my captain?"

She's cheerful now. Shang will be happy to hear this.

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

The first thing that Thrall did after encountering that hell of a mess one could call a meal in the mess hall was head to the armory and regain his armor and weapon. It felt good to wear the heavy iron plates again and wield the large and sturdy hammer of his. The strange suit that Stacy had put him in was far too light and tight for his own comforts.

The large orc was still getting used to the layout of the ship, and he was currently wandering its long corridors, trying to see where others went, what rooms were where, and orient himself a bit better.

Distracted by the sights, he catches himself as he turns a corner and spots a small human with a bow nocked and ready in hand. Thrall stops and blinks for a moment as he watches the human, unable to discern its sex. His blue eyes look at that bow, and right now he's actually wishing not to scare her and look as imposing as he may with his own weapon in hand...

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

You'll have to forgive Mulan, Thrall, she . . . has never encountered anyone scarier-looking than Shan Yu.

"Ahh!"

That's a pretty girly scream, but young boys can get a pretty high range in with their shrieking. The soldier dives around a corner and briefly out of sight, but reappears a moment later with the arrow notched and using the angle of Stacy's vents for cover. Cautious, but the arrow is unshaking, so perhaps he/she is not a complete coward.

Nor a fool, because the arrow stays unfired.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel could not help but boggle at the girl's (the difference was subtle and rather unimportant in the Abh military, but there) heavy armor.

And then she realized how rude that was and gave a quick bow, composing her politeness back around her, as sure an armor as the one the soldier wore. "Hello. Are you lost?"

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Mulan bows back, as best as one can bow around a bow and arrow.

"No, not . . . yet." She was about to say 'at all,' but actually . . . she might be soon. "Hello. I'm new here."

Since everybody seems to already know it . . .

[thekohakuriver.livejournal.com]

A movement above Mulan and behind, of scales moving against each other. Haku paid her little mind as he passed overhead at a relatively sedate pace. He was, for the lack of a better word, 'pacing,' flying loops 'round the ship, landing here or there, and moving on, like a tiger kept in a cage too long. Still, a thirty-foot, white, flying dragon can hardly escape notice, now can he?

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Not at all. She drops to her knees, gasping in awe.

This has to be a spirit. And since this place can't possibly be a spirit's domain (not of a spirit this awe-inspiring, instead of awful), then that means the strange being that is the place must be capable of capturing spirits too.

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

Damian followed from the shadows. A bow and arrow seemed impractical. At least Green Arrow used arrows that exploded or had giant fists attached to the end. Hers seemed like it could possibly slay an unarmored man. But honestly, it was ridiculously low tech. He knew about alternate universes, but surely no one could think a soldier from a time as clearly backwards as hers would be any use?

Finally, he stepped into full view. "Who are you?" he demanded.

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

She whirls on him with the bow, but does not fire. Consternated at being surprised, she says, "I could ask you the same thing, and I will. I am Fa Mulan, soldier of China. Who are you?"