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Paladin ([personal profile] i_paladin) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2016-11-12 11:28 am

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The horse makes no sound as it trudges wearily through the empty streets.  Hooves, like smoke fog sort of drift over the streets instead of ringing out and signaling an approach.  In fact the only noise that comes from the rider and steed is the wooden litter dragging behind it, strapped to it the rusted red head of a Wyvern, the tip of it's dismembered tail trailing in the dirt behind.  The silent one person procession: a miserable, filthy, exhausted mess. 

That especially includes the rider, cloaked and hooded in black, slumped slightly in the posture of the weak and dying or the absolutely exhausted, the hint that this figure is included in the latter class is that it's body is a little more ridged and controlled: the posture of someone who has lost the fight against the doze.

A jolt in the litter has the rider jerking awake, automatic response has them pulling on the reins, urging the creature to halt: a command it is all too eager to obey.

"Fuck," the hooded head looks around, a body twists in their seat to get a better look at their surroundings.  It's not just that the town looks completely unfamiliar, it looks straight up foreign.  Not completely foreign, buildings are still buildings: but taller, fancier, with brighter lights clearly from a type of magic.  The road, at least the one Paladin is on, is clean and well paved, maybe a throw back to the old empire.

How in the many hells did they end up here?

A few more blocks and Paladin calls out to the next figure they see.  "Excuse me," oh for fucks sake, hopefully they speak human/common.  "Excuse me, does this town have an inn for a weary traveler?"

 
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[personal profile] chiron_survivor 2016-11-13 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
It's the horse that Adia notices first. Silent it may be, but it has been a long time since she has seen one, in her own universe or elsewhere. She sets her paperback aside and stares at it in wonder for several seconds before she even notices the litter it is dragging, and the figure atop it.

"Oh, um... I'm not sure," she says, hurrying over to the paladin's side. "It probably does, it has just about everything else. Are you all right? Do you need help standing?"
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[personal profile] chiron_survivor 2016-11-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
She thinks about maybe offering to help, but her own experience with horseback riding tells her that she'd only be in the way unless she was willing to take most of Paladin's weight on the way down. She does stretch out a hand, briefly, but drops it when the other woman regains her footing.

"Adia Costas," Her answer is just a moment delayed, distracted by the strange beauty of the horse. She can't help but smile when the horse sniffs at her, wishing she had an apple or whatever it is magic horses eat to offer it. "Where is it you rode in from?"
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[personal profile] chiron_survivor 2016-11-13 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice to meet you, too." Only passingly familiar with the term, she's surprised to hear it as someone's name. Or perhaps this person prefers to go by her title alone. Either way, she isn't one to judge.

"You summoned him? With magic?" She does feel a bit sorry for the horse. An animal as intelligent as a horse deserves a name. "You could give him a simple name, like Shadow or Midnight. Or you could name him after a famous hero, if he's the noble type."

If the ease with which she offers naming suggestions or the way in which she fawns over the horse don't answer Paladin's question, her nod in the affirmative confirms it. "I learned to ride horses when I was a girl... they were my favorite animal, growing up."

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[personal profile] pathfromdarknesstogrey 2016-11-14 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"As I understand it," This comes from a relatively short woman in a loose, black, long robe. She's not wearing the hood at the moment, revealing a pale face with dark black hair, and faintly lit yellow eyes. Attached to her belt is a set of paired hilts. "There's a number of Inns here, most of them are in that direction." She points with a leather gloved hand. "And given how this bloody place operates, they accept all forms of currency that I've seen so far."

Dia doesn't recognize the beast that the new arrival is riding, but she keeps a respectful distance. The Nexus's resident former, Exiled Sith is wise enough to do so, especially with creatures she doesn't recognize.
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[personal profile] pathfromdarknesstogrey 2016-11-15 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Dia's used to the stares, even in the Nexus, the dark robes tend to make her stand out in any crowd unless she's using the Force to actively hide her presence. To say nothing of the lightsabers strapped to her belt, or her pale appearance with the yellowed eyes from the corruption of using the Dark Side's methods for controlling the Force in the past.

Still, Dia takes in Paladin's appearance without missing a beat. Her Galaxy is full of humanoid non-humans, and non-humanoid ones. Horns, an androgynous appearance, and a tail, to say nothing of the glowing eyes, are not new at all. "I am Dia Starfall," She replies, responding to the handshake with one of her own. She wears the leather gloves on both hands, and bracers of some kind of metal are on her wrists beneath the loose sleeves of the dark robe she's wearing. With faintly lit indicator lights on them.

"You've arrived at a sort of inter-dimensional Nexus," the words still feel bloody odd coming out of her mouth. Her accent is closest to something like Earth's British-English, "A connecting point between an impossible-to-determine number of realities."
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[personal profile] pathfromdarknesstogrey 2016-11-17 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"To my knowledge, the world I hail from has no specific name to reference it, unfortunately." Dia explains, folding her arms low as she shifts her weight. She's relaxed, but Paladin will probably notice, particularly as someone used to combat herself, that Dia is still very aware of her surroundings.

And, admittedly, Dia doesn't pretend to know anything about how the science (or hell, even the mysticism) of how the Nexus works. After a moment of internal debate, Dia pushes the loose sleeve of her robe back so that Paladin can see a bit better.

The metal work for her bracers is probably not quite like anything Paladin's ever seen. Case in point, they're made of black colored Plastisteel, a resilient alloy who's name and composition probably aren't like anything like the newcomer's ever seen. There's a number of indicator lights on the top of the 'forearm' of the bracer, as it extends about halfway down her forearm.

They're also clearly attached to her arms, rather than simply being worn. Dia doesn't really see them as an embarrassment, simply as a fact of life at this point. This is especially shown as she tugs off one of her leather gloves, revealing the obviously mechanical hand beneath.

Medical technology in her Galaxy is ridiculous: Between bacta tanks and the like, to the mechanical hands Dia herself possesses. Hers are, also, the expensive ones, although she's had to have them repaired numerous times at this point, they were one of the last things she managed to purchase before the Sith Empire declared her a renegade and crashed her accounts.

As such, Dia's hand, as she lets Paladin see it, is probably a mechanical marvel compared to what she's used to seeing. "Thanks, I suppose, though. It took me a long bloody while to get used to them, but I am, at this point."
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[personal profile] rekindledtitan 2016-11-21 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
There's a whistle - albeit one with a synthetic edge to it - as the nearby robot warrior takes in the arrival. Well, her gaze appears to be on the newcomer's trophy, actually. For her part, Blaze is clad in futuristic plate armor, with no insignia save the embroidered strip of cloth at her right hip. And despite the two guns peeking over her back, she sounds friendly enough in her reply.

"You can have your pick, if you like." She shifts her bright orange gaze to the mounted warrior. "Looks like you've had a good day!"
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[personal profile] rekindledtitan 2016-11-21 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
She isn't very good at whistling, apparently. Exos sound almost perfectly human when they talk, albeit like a human speaking over a decent radio... but you try mimicking a whistle with none of the appropriate vocal equipment. Cayde-6 just makes it sound easy.

"Want a hand?" she offers, stepping forward. The horse is getting a very curious look, for that matter. "We can guide you around some of the accommodation here. So is, uh- is that what it looks like? Some kind of dragon?"

She gestures briefly at the partial wyvern, eager to learn more about it. And how it was taken down...
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[personal profile] rekindledtitan 2016-11-22 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Blaze willingly steps up and takes her hand to help her down, her grip gentle but unwavering. There's a tiny silver bot floating along behind her, and it turns to peer a little nervously at the horse.

"I'd like to hear all about it," Blaze says, her enthusiasm audible - and visible, in the brightness of her optics. The wyvern's prior activities ease any concern she might have had about the ethics of slaying it. Though she nods at the warrior's wounded shoulder. "How's that wound? You need to get some anti-venom in there first?"

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[personal profile] red_room 2016-11-23 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"There's accommodations around for just about any budget and sense of comfort."

High heeled shoes click against the ground as a human with red hair observes the newcomer carefully from behind her sunglasses. However, she seems more curious than cautious.

"What are you looking for?"
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[personal profile] red_room 2016-11-25 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
It's an accent Natasha isn't familiar with--not quite right to the few places she could guess at. She looks out over the plaza and points off toward a road that seems to lead to more densely packed and taller buildings.

"There's plenty of taverns, motels, hotels, and apartments downtown. If you ask around, I'm sure they'd be willing to point you to a place that will accept your world's currency."

Her clothes remind her vaguely of the Caelus brothers or other Tamrielic Nexus goers. Natasha's own are of modern Earth and quite different. Curious.

"If you're lacking in funds, well. There's other ways to get by."
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[personal profile] red_room 2016-11-28 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you run into help, you may want to look for the Imperial banner of Tamriel. The legionnaires have a station set up outside their portal to assist with their kind, but they're quite useful in manners of culture shock, too. They dress similarly to yourself, so. It's a safe place to start."

Natasha glances at the steed Paladin is on once more, taking half a step back. She doesn't do much work with animals. Entirely too messy. The name makes Natasha frown slightly, though in truth she's just confused. That's a title as far as she's concerned. But hey, whatever floats this lady's boat.

"Natasha Romanov. Don't mention it. Everyone's new here once."

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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2016-11-24 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Amelia had been trying to blend into the crowd today so she could get to the library and out of the Autumn chill quickly, but hearing the call for an inn rather than a hotel grabs her attention. The rogue stops and turns around slowly, the daggers, rapier, and slingshot on her belt making her feel a little better about someone who's come riding in on such a strange horse. Magic might be growing on her, but she hasn't read about something like the horse before.

"This 'town' has several, though their appropriateness varies depending on what you're looking for." Everyone has a certain level of discomfort they're willing to put up with, and the Nexus is a place that can push that to the limits. "Anything specific you're hoping for in an inn?"

No matter the answer, Amelia's already got half a dozen places in mind, including the inn she herself has taken up residence in since she arrived. She settles into a neutral posture, her arms crossing loosely in front of her leather-corseted chest and her head tilting just enough to cause the dark silver hair pin in her hair to tinkle musically as she waits for an answer. She's a veritable contradiction with her heavy amount of weaponry yet finely made and embriodered clothes, but that's often a tell of a rogue, isn't it?
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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2016-11-24 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The rogue nods, digging through the options in her head quickly. "Stables are a little less common here, but I'm certain we can find something suitable." A beat, and then she asks, "How far are you willing to ride or lead the horse?" The best place Amelia can think of is a fair distance from their current location, so she'd rather suss out how far the traveler is willing to go than simply start leading.

She shifts her weight into one hip and motions down a larger street to her left. "No matter the distance, we should head this direction. The best options are all this way." Usually, anyway. The Nexus has a habit of shifting the scenery at its whims, which can make getting around difficult on even the best days.

When the traveler moves to follow, Amelia turns and falls in stride next to the horse, her hands resting comfortably at her sides. Despite the fact that air's not that chill, she's wearing short leather gloves in addition to her wool-blend clothing. The fabric is a rich forest green with gold embroidery along the seams of both the shirt and pants and covers her entirely with the modest neckline. Once they're on their way, the rogue looks up at her new companion, a curious glint in her eyes even as her expression remains neutral. "First time in the Nexus, I take it?"
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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2016-11-25 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll travel as little as possible, then." Which means they're off to the inn she lives in, one that should remind Paladin very much of an inn on her own world. Two stories of dark wood built in a horseshoe shape around a large, open courtyard with a large hall on the first floor for food and drink. It's got the feel of every inn found in every city, large or small, that any adventurer has ever been in.

"It's not on any map you'll ever see - it's a place between places." A wry smile settles on her lips for a moment before she looks up at her companion with a look of mild concern. "You're... not on your world anymore," she begins slowly. "This place, the Nexus, connects all worlds - yours, mine, and all those that brought these tall buildings and strange devices you see people carrying around." To emphasize her point, Amelia motions to a couple walking past them, their faces all but pressed against their smart phones. They seem to have no idea of what's going on around them as they draw their fingers across the screens, their faces contorted with concentration.

After a moment of silence, the rogue continues in a soft tone. "It may take some time to get used to, but the inn I'm taking you to now should help ease that. It's a lot less... advanced than many of the other buildings around here." At least, that's her hope. She'll be holding her breath as they round the last few corners and the inn comes into view.

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