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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.
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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Mulan can be distracted by these things. At least it's genuine, now that she really knows a thing or two about swords.
"I have one too." She pats her hip in demonstration.
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"Nice. I practice the Piandao school, what about you?" 'Cause damn, that guy looked like he was from the Fire Nation.
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"I was trained by my captain, the honorable Li Shang. Who's Piandao?"
Not that she paid a ton of attention to schools of the sword before becoming a soldier, but perhaps she ought to have heard the name.
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"It's made from metal from space. A rock fell from the sky and we took the metal out of it to help make my sword!" He paused, scratched his chin. Maybe he wasn't from the Fire Nation after all.
"Master Piandao. Only the greatest swordsman in the world!"
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She DOES look impressed at the space-sword's lineage. "Can I see it? Does the skymetal give it special properties?"