Meat n' Greet

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a tall man in green armor and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

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[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Now at least clean and clothed, Soren made his way to the Obs Deck. Surely he couldn't be the only one here. There had to be someone else from the Mercenaries. Ike, Titania, Mist -- even that opportunistic jackal, Shinon, here to rob new and better corpses of their weapons, no doubt.

Someone. Anyone.

[quick_strike]

Mon-keigh. Mon-keigh everywhere. It was like being in a horror house full of humans and not one Eldar in sight. But this guy...this guy had red eyes. Hopefully it was natural but in her dealings with humans, Alendian never once saw a human with red eyes...unless they were overtaken by one of the Dark Gods. Filled with their power.

She didn't say a word but she definitely kept a wary eye on him, prepared to take a trip to dodgeville if something happened.

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren knew this feeling. He'd become well-accustomed to it, in his years before finding Ike. The feeling of being silently scrutinized, sorted into threat or nonentity.

He turned to see a dark-haired woman. Not human -- not beorc, though she had no beastial features that he could see. But the Dragon Tribe had no such prominent tells, did they?

"Yes?" he asked. His tone was cold, businesslike.

[quick_strike]

Alend clicked her tongue in reply. She didn't really feel the urge to talk or even converse with anyone considering the situation. But she wasn't an outcast anymore so she wouldn't have an excuse to fall back on. So reply she did. Her mouth twisted in difficulty, trying to pronounce the human words that her vocal cords weren't built to pronounce, making her voice vibrate and echo awkwardly.

"Nothing, mon-keigh. I can look where I wish."

hahaha I am so sorry

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

He didn't know what was wrong with this woman, but she was obviously having trouble speaking. Perhaps she was one of the beasts after all, then. How quaint.

"Oh? What happened to 'human'? Getting a little more imaginative with our epithets, at long last?"

Of course, he wasn't completely beorc, but she didn't need to know that.

[quick_strike]

"Use a term given to yourselves?" She couldn't help but laugh. That would be like calling her an Eldar as an insult. Which wouldn't be an insult at all.

"You would find that too much of a compliment. Yes, mon-keigh suffices just fine. What will it be from you? Xeno? Pointy-ear? What?"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren eyed the woman with some disdain. "Yes, it is rather ill thought-out, isn't it? But then, no one ever accused your kind of having much in the way of brains."

Xeno? Pointy-ear?

"I think the term in favor is sub-human," he replied. Although technically, he wasn't supposed to call the laguz that. Ike would be appalled, he was sure.

...but she started it.

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex ran up to the dark-haired boy, who had clothes now.

"Hi!" He raised his hand, a large gold ring covered in occult symbols on the thumb. "This is Ifrit!"

"~Charmed, I'm sure.~" A voice echoes in the ear right around Alex that doesn't sound charmed at all. Then, apparently addressing Alex, "~This is your plan, now? You plan is to mill around saying Hi to people?~"

"Yep!" Alex declares.

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Ah, it was that young boy from before. Soren eyed the ring with some suspicion, which only increased when he heard that voice. "I don't suppose you'll heed any of my warnings about the danger of carting around mysterious magical artifacts that house a consciousness within them."

He looked to Alex, then to the ring, not sure which to address. "Ifrit, is it? Who are you, and what do you want? If you're a god of destruction threatening to destroy all life, I'd recommend you remain where you are."

Soren wasn't above fighting a god or goddess, if it meant he'd live to see Ike again.

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

"I can't just leave him lying around all by himself!" Alex says earnestly.

"~Oh. What useful suggestion!~" Ifrit's voice says, irony all but dripping from the air. "~Considering I'm bound to this thing and staying in it isn't any kind of a choice.~"

"I tried to talk about getting him out once, and Ifrit says that was stupid," Alex says quietly with a frown.

"~That's because it was stupid. Kid, you're not the worst master I've ever had, but you have the sense of self-preservation of a moth. You need to work on that.~"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Well, he didn't sound like an all-powerful god of destruction. Soren relaxed slightly. "So he's bound to that ring... permanently? And you are his master?"

And then, to Ifrit: "What exactly are you? And what happens if you are released?"

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex just nods a little, while Ifrit starts ranting. "~I'm a djinn, for God's sake! Spirits of scorching fire? Connected to other planes of existence? Subject of horrifically misrepresented human stories? Anything ringing a bell here? And as I told the little bleeding-heart here back then, an unbound djinn is a ridiculously dangerous thing. He could get himself incinerated if he just let me out like some kind of moron.~"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren listens, curious. "We don't have any such spirits on my world, I'm afraid. Ours are without form or specific function. Generally speaking, that is."

Actually, if all djinn went on and on about themselves like this, maybe they were better off without them.

"Are you joined by some sort of contract? That would be the kind of relationship most typical of Tellius."

[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei looked over the crowd of confused-looking people. More non-humans, good. She fastened up her fireproof military jacket all the way, and raised the collar; there had been fire thrown about at the last two podpops she had seen, and she wanted to make sure it wasn't a theme.

She tapped her earpiece, but the frequency scanner had not detected Hornackk. Again. Still.

Her eyes were drawn to the too-thin young man with the mark on his forehead. For a moment she was hopeful, her own fingers rising to the sign of the Eight Wings painted on her cheekbone; but no. A different sign. Still, his searching expression was familiar. He was looking for someone too, maybe...

"Do you have any questions that I can help you with?" she asked, keeping a respectful distance between herself and the new crewmember.

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren turned, scanning the woman's face for clues. Her face did not look familiar. But she did seem to have some manners.

"Yes. Two things -- I would like to know how to use this device..." He held out the Omnicomm he'd been given. "And I would like to know how to make myself useful aboard this vessel."

[8wings.livejournal.com]

The man was carrying paperbound books, so she would assume he came from a lower-technology culture. Explaining the Omniconn within that framework would hopefully work.

She pulled out her own Omnicomm for reference. "You can think of this as an electronic book that can access every page in the library here, and show it to you. It can also show pictures and moving images. You can use it to write messages, and they can be sent to every other person's Omnicomm, or just to certain people. It should display a grid of your alphabet as a 'keyboard'; touching the letter will cause it to be 'written' in the device.

"There are multiple departments here, which align with peoples' skills. Is there any particular skillset at which you excel, or would like to learn more about?"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. I see. Useful trinket, I suppose." At least, it seemed more convenient than messenger pegasi. Although he couldn't imagine who he'd need to speak with that quickly. And he rather preferred solid books to this odd little windowed device. "There's a library here, you say?"

"I'm a tactician and mage by profession. However, I can also heal wounds and battle ailments."

[8wings.livejournal.com]

"A Media Library, yes. The records are stored electronically, not on paper. A huge volume of data, from multiple worlds and universes. You can view the records there, or take away datapads that hold the information. There are also lockers and quarters available to the crew, where you can store your possessions." that with a flickering glance at the armload of books.

She smiled. "There is both a Magical Department and a Medical Department, and you would be welcome to work in one or both. I myself work in Medical, in a secretarial function."

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren's expression was one of faint distaste; his grip on the books tightened at Anwei's glance. A mage's tomes were his weapons. "I see. A shame the creators of such an advanced vessel failed to appreciate the appeal of the written word."

"Is that so? Then I shall look into them, thank you."

[curiousredsoul]

Ever the curious one, Celena had made her way to the Observation deck after she had heard the announcement of the pod-release go about the ship. Thus it was that the curious dragon padded into the room, long neck craning easily above the multitudes for anyone of interest.

Her eyes came to rest on the seemingly red eyed human and deciding she may as well greet some of the new arrivals, made her way through the crowd towards him. "Hello there, can I help you at all?"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren drew back, stiffening instantly at the sight of a dragon making its way toward him. He snapped open his Arcthunder tome. "Keep your distance, dragon. I'm in no mood to deal with your kind."

[curiousredsoul]

Celena blinked at his sudden reaction to the sight of her, stopping a distance from him, "I mean you no harm, I was merely wishing to see if you needed any assistance given the situation," She replied easily and cheerfully no less, none to disturbed by his attitude or the book in his hands, if anything it made her all the more curious.

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"What, more Goldoan neutrality? You can save it for someone who doesn't know what your kind is capable of." He's not attacking, not yet, but the anger in his voice is quite palpable.

Dragons.

[curiousredsoul]

"I know not what this 'Goldoan' is, and before you go much further, from what you are saying, it is clear that you are from a different world to I," She explained calmly if with a little less obvious cheerfulness.

"I am not of the same manner of dragon that you may be familiar with,"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"And what manner of dragon is that?" Guarded, still guarded -- but the question is real.