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nexus_crossings2022-02-23 08:12 am
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This place reminds them of Cetus, a little. Not quite as bustling and busy with the snow blanketing the walkways, but the closed shopfronts and toned-down open air markets suggest that the dry seasons might be comparable - surpass it even. They've been doing recon for several days now, first by observing from rooftop perches, then mingling among the pedestrians. It seems odd to walk among people of so many different sizes and shapes, and almost never be looked at twice. Never recognized for what they are.
No fear. No adoration. They can just... be.
It's a start.
The warframe is tall as an adult human, metal skin glinting slightly in the faded winter sunlight, hoof-like feet stepping lightly despite the metallic scrape against snow-dusted concrete. The long ribbon-like syandana attached to their back flutters softly in the breeze, a playful contrast to the weapons they carry on their back - a sword, some kind of rifle, a pouch of throwing knives. Their hands are empty, though, flexing yellow fingers absently as if trying to grasp something intangible.
Finally, they choose a perch on the edge of the walkway that passes by the Plaza, balanced effortlessly in a crouch atop a low wall. They raise one hand, projecting an image of words in a swooping script, which the Nexus then translates:
Have you ever dreamed so deeply you forgot who you were?
No fear. No adoration. They can just... be.
It's a start.
The warframe is tall as an adult human, metal skin glinting slightly in the faded winter sunlight, hoof-like feet stepping lightly despite the metallic scrape against snow-dusted concrete. The long ribbon-like syandana attached to their back flutters softly in the breeze, a playful contrast to the weapons they carry on their back - a sword, some kind of rifle, a pouch of throwing knives. Their hands are empty, though, flexing yellow fingers absently as if trying to grasp something intangible.
Finally, they choose a perch on the edge of the walkway that passes by the Plaza, balanced effortlessly in a crouch atop a low wall. They raise one hand, projecting an image of words in a swooping script, which the Nexus then translates:
Have you ever dreamed so deeply you forgot who you were?
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A way of both establishing himself, and suggesting a line of conversation without giving too much away to someone he doesn't know well. But the mention of dreams has drawn the attention of Paul Atreides. He surveys the warframe, trying to work with his own frame of reference to determine what kind of being he's looking at. With his universe's history with intelligent machines he should be scared of them, but he's aware of Exos and Cybertronians.
"I always thought the danger of dreams was mistaking them for the real world...but some dreams are special."
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In what way? The words hover above their palm, simple script that belies the depth of what they're discussing.
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"I hope you don't mind me asking, not to be rude, but who are you?"
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A traveler like everyone else. Who are you?
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"My name is Paul Atreides. You're a traveler. Most people are, here - don't live in the Nexus. I only visit."
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Visions aren't my problem. Just a very real dream.
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"What do you mean by 'very real'? They feel realistic? You aren't sure where the dream ends and the real world begins?"
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Why does it matter? Surely others here can relate to the experience, even if it's not identical.