nexus_crossings | Welcome Committee

There's been so many fresh faces to the Nexus recently, and more than a few of them have been children. Questions about finding a way home, about trying to decide if they want to go home. People wondering what to do now...

There are a few tables set out this morning in the Plaza in front of a small cafe loaded with several caraffes of coffee, breakfast pastries from more than a few different worlds and cultures, and a large pan of eggs and sausage kept warm over a chafing dish. On either end of the table are disposable plates, cups, and cutlery as well as a few welcome pamphlets in a small container. Along the front of the tables is a hand made banner.

"Meet and Greet"

Manning the tables is Katsuya Suou, red apron on and a cup of coffee in hand. He looks far too cheerful for how early in the morning it is.

"Right then, is anyone hungry? Have any questions about the nexus?"

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She looks at him and smiles, eyeing the pastries he's pointed out to her.

"They do look delicious," she agrees. "There's so much here! I do so love a feast."

She knows it's not really a proper feast--no dancing or fancy dresses, after all--but Katherine likes that she's getting to mingle. She was always a bit of a socialite, back home.

"My name is Katherine." She curtsies politely.

"It is pleasant to see so many people gathered to share it," he agrees with a smile. It may be more informal (and much shorter) than most of the feasts he's been to, but he has missed communal meals since he's been posted away from a large garrison. There's a happy atmosphere here that he hasn't felt in some time. "Our host is a wise man, I think - both our hosts." One of them is a bear, of course.

He bows in reply to her curtsy, warmed a little by her familiar manners. Perhaps her homeland is more like Tamriel than most. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I am Stratos Caelus, tribune in the Imperial Legion of Tamriel." He carries no sword or helmet, that said, just a blue-green hood draped around his shoulders.

She's noticed the bear, certainly--Katherine just thought it was some sort of a puppet at first.

"Oh! It's wonderful to meet you, sir," she replies, a grin on her face. "I am lately come from England."

She has no clue where Tamriel is, and she's not sure if he expects her to or not. Sometimes Katherine can be a bit of a, well, blonde.

"I've not met many people here yet, but those I have met have been very kind. I like to see that."

It makes her feel less alone.

He lifts his eyebrows when she mentions her homeland, genuinely curious. There's a place he's heard little of - and that from some interesting people.

"I'm glad that you've found such a pleasant reception. Are you a visitor to the Nexus or a more... long-term resident, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I'm here permanently," she replies. "But I don't mind it. People are pleasant enough, and if we have gatherings like these often--well, then I can't complain at all, can I?"

It's been an adjustment, certainly, but Katherine's starting to realize that the Nexus can very well be a home for her.

"I try to be grateful for what I do have."

She tilts her head, curious about him.

"Are you stuck here too?"

"We could stand to have them more often, perhaps. Though there is a popular holiday here called Halloween, and I'm told our hosts will be holding a true party to mark the occasion." It may not be the life of a royal court, but Katherine might find more than enough chances - and reasons - to celebrate, with some luck.

He shakes his head a little at her question. "Thankfully, no - the doorway to my home realm is stable, though it opens into a rather lawless and frozen part of our Empire. Keeping the passage safe from intruders and lost wanderers is one of the matters I come here to oversee. My particular skill is as a mage, so any problems involving magic tend to fall to me."

"Oh, I would love to attend such a party!" She claps her hands together, in a rather stereotypically girlish expression of glee. Katherine adores socializing--it's probably one of the few things she's genuinely talented at.

"You perform magic?" Her mouth falls open a little. Is this man a wizard?

"I have no doubt you'd be welcome." He can't help but smile at her innocent excitement. "It's customary for many people to wear costumes or disguises for these events, though by no means required." Of course he says that. He has no intention of coming in costume and nobody challenged him last year.

"Indeed. In Tamriel many people are born with a talent for magic, though few are able to make a good study of the art." He holds out a hand and closes his fingers: there's an odd little snap as he opens them, and a little ball of brilliant, shimmering light appears to float a few inches above his palm.

She's about to say something about choosing a costume, but when she sees his magic, Katherine's left speechless.

"My God," she says, after she's come back from stupefied awe. "That is remarkable."

And also punishable by death, where she's from. But Katherine's quickly learning that in the Nexus, things are different.

He bows a little. "I have no doubt you'll see a great deal more, in the Nexus. Though I, for one, try to ensure such power is used responsibly by those under my command."

'Try' being the operative word, especially where his little brother is concerned. Stratos flicks his fingers and lets the little orb of light drift up to float about somewhere over their heads. It's quite harmless if Katherine wants to try and touch it, and in any case will dissipate shortly.

"I fear my magic tends more to the demands of the battlefield than to amusing demonstrations," he explains, a little apologetically.

SHe watches the orb float above them for a moment, mesmerized.

"You use your magic to fight?" Katherine can only imagine how deadly that could end up being, and she frowns. "I would much rather--if I had your powers--use it for fun and games."

"There is some wisdom in that," he concedes. "There is nothing ignoble in seeking to make the world more joyful. But some of us must follow a harsher path to safeguard that world. The first battlemages among my people took up their art in order to protect us from enemies who enslaved us for generations."

"Then I can see the value in it, if magic managed to set your people free," she replies, sounding very serious.

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