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Today, she decides to spend a bit of time exploring. It's important, Homura thinks, to get her bearings straight. To familiarize herself with the passageways of this place, the ins and outs, to feel comfortable under the swell of Stacy breathing. It makes her feel small and trapped to be inside a being so huge, but it's okay. She just needs some time to adjust.
The first thing she does is head towards the city level. Once there, she dives down streets and alleyways and figures out how the place is set up. Observing the online network of this place has given her a map, which she follows. You might have noticed her there, walking around. Wandering isn't the word to use for what she does-- nothing Homura does is without purpose.
Moving through the city and figuring out the general size of it takes most of the day. She has yet to explore every nook and cranny, but that will come to her with time.
So she heads to another place that she'd heard of in passing, read on a map.
The main armory.
Weaponry was a practicality as well as something she held some interest in; bombs, rifles, handguns. At one point they'd frightened her, considering how illegal they are in her home country. But no longer. She instead takes some comfort in the familiar weight of a gun. It's something that never changes between timelines; a bullet is always so strong, a bomb made with this ratio of materials has this much firepower. It's good, to have some consistencies.
The technology here however is far beyond her wildest imagination. The weaponry is no different. Flipping through the holographic display, she finds things that are familiar to her and then things that are not. She looks through it all appearing at first rather stoic, but she's really quite interested-- and that's obvious in the way her eyes scan over each weapon that appears before going to the next. There's fondness too, as she sees something she recognizes. Something she's handled. It's something hard to really see, but it's there.
But isn't it a little odd to see a girl who looks only around fourteen years old so familiar and at home with weapons?
The first thing she does is head towards the city level. Once there, she dives down streets and alleyways and figures out how the place is set up. Observing the online network of this place has given her a map, which she follows. You might have noticed her there, walking around. Wandering isn't the word to use for what she does-- nothing Homura does is without purpose.
Moving through the city and figuring out the general size of it takes most of the day. She has yet to explore every nook and cranny, but that will come to her with time.
So she heads to another place that she'd heard of in passing, read on a map.
The main armory.
Weaponry was a practicality as well as something she held some interest in; bombs, rifles, handguns. At one point they'd frightened her, considering how illegal they are in her home country. But no longer. She instead takes some comfort in the familiar weight of a gun. It's something that never changes between timelines; a bullet is always so strong, a bomb made with this ratio of materials has this much firepower. It's good, to have some consistencies.
The technology here however is far beyond her wildest imagination. The weaponry is no different. Flipping through the holographic display, she finds things that are familiar to her and then things that are not. She looks through it all appearing at first rather stoic, but she's really quite interested-- and that's obvious in the way her eyes scan over each weapon that appears before going to the next. There's fondness too, as she sees something she recognizes. Something she's handled. It's something hard to really see, but it's there.
But isn't it a little odd to see a girl who looks only around fourteen years old so familiar and at home with weapons?
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Wakka whirls around to look at... a little girl.
Oh.
"Oh, you ain't a machina, you're a girl."
She's a girl. Not a machina.
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This man is clearly already clutching a slightly lumpy, blue-and-white ball to his chest.
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"If you are unsure of how to use this, I could help you. And also, my name is Homura Akemi. What is yours?"
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sorry for the late!
Re: sorry for the late!
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Wakka, if he knew the term, would consider himself to be a Luddite.
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"Maybe you can do it for me. I'm lookin' for a blitzball."
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"I don't know what that looks like. I'll flip through and you tell me when to stop."
And flip through she does.
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"It's round and it's got blades all round the sides, ya," said Wakka. "It's called the World Champion, ya."