[OPEN] Days go by...

[unetrustworthy]

Characters: Midii Une, Zatanna Zatara, Aya & OPEN
Date: Month of June
Location: Various (specified in Headers)
Situation: Various (specified in Headers)
Warnings/Rating: None to start; will warn if anything pops up

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MIDII - (Fire Sector)

[She was on the roof.]

[Not an uncommon place to find certain individuals, granted, but...certainly not the first place one might normally find her. Midii's reason for being up there, though, was twofold. The first, and much simpler explanation, was that she was looking for a moment of privacy. The streets and open grassy areas were all full of people. It was difficult to find any place where she wouldn't be lost in a crowd. So she'd found a nice, open seat on the edge of a rooftop. Her legs lightly swinging over the edge as she ate her lunch--a stuffed pastry bun, with a canister of tea and small bag of cookies.]

[Her second reason, however, was the view. From the ground, it wasn't quite so noticeable, but once she had enough elevation...she was sure of it. That glow in the distance. Not a reflection of any of the sector's fire displays, but something else. It was curious. Dim enough that she couldn't see where it was coming from just yet, and that made her all the more--]

[Her train of thought was interrupted mid-bite as the very building she was on suddenly shook. Not violently, but enough to startle her into dropping her pastry. Down...down...several stories down.]

[Wincing, she peered over the edge with a sheepish look on her face, hoping it hadn't...actually hit anybody.]

Sorry!

[So much for privacy.]


ZATANNA - (Welcome Center)

[As the continued sole runner of the Welcome Center, Zatanna had to devote a LOT of her time to the place. Which, admittedly, wasn't so difficult when she also lived in one of the back room areas.]

[As Spring--or what passed for Spring in Keelai--was making itself more wetly known, the now 19-year-old Mistress of Magic was busy with the usual cleaning. Occasionally, one might even wander in through the front door and find her floating several feet in the air, legs crossed in what seems like it would be a comfortable position if it had been in a chair. She had a piece of chalk in hand, a small bowl full of what looked like salt in the other, and was drawing strange symbols on various corners of the room, above the windows, and over the doors.]

[Once in a while, she might be seen in the common room large plush chair, by the fireplace, with a large kedanese spell book in hand. Idly flipping through the pages while occasionally making notes in her own private spell book.]

AYA - (Multiple Locations)

[Up in the air.]

[Moreso than usual, that is where people will find the young Green Lantern. On occasion, she would be traveling to an intended location, but more often than not, she would be simply patrolling. Maintaining as casual of a presence as possible so as not to alert any potential danger. Eyes constantly scanning the streets below for signs of danger. Or, more preferably, a familiar face to encounter.]

[Only then would she gently lower herself back down to ground level, greeting the presence with a warm smile and nod of acknowledgement.]


MISC.

((If there's any specific scenario or location you'd like to encounter one of the three girls, feel free to specify in a starter header, or else contact me at hina_mun and we can hash something out!))

Comments

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas looks down at the small puddle now at his feet before looking up again. He decides to just stay where he is instead of tracking water through this lady's business.]

I be lookin' for da shelter, or hell, any shelter.

[Someone finally had to swallow their pride and stop camping around the outskirts of town. It was either that or die of pneumonia. He hasn't had a dry camp in days.]

A place to dry off ain't be soundin' so bad either.

[backwordscompatible]

[She would hardly have flinched if he had. And there was a reason for that:]

...okay, before I answer, I have a question for you: how do you feel about magic?

[Once upon a time, she would have just cast the spell, no questions. But she'd gotten into far too much trouble in the past for taking so many liberties, regardless of intentions, and now knew better than to start throwing her magic around on newcomers without warning.]

[drinkuntilidie]

[The troll shrugs his shoulders and grins at her.]

Long as it ain't be da kind dat be blowin' me up can't say I mind it too much.

[Magic was just another part of life in Azeroth. Kevas even has a few tricks of his own, although he's still not sure if that actually counts as magic.]

[backwordscompatible]

Glad to hear it.

[WIth that, she glanced behind her just long enough to utter a single sentence: "lewot dna pam!"; within seconds, two different pockets of air would swirl just above the troll's head, smoke appearing the faster the swirl got. It dissipated almost as soon as it appeared, however, leaving a medium-sized towel and a pamphlet (that would fold out into a map of the city) hovering in the air directly in front of him.]

For you. Complementary.

[Yes, even the towel. She had plenty.]

As for housing...there's a shelter, yeah. You actually arrived just in time; it was only recently established. I don't know too much about it yet because of that, but I can vouch that its legit and run by someone who'll make sure you're safe for as long as you're there.

If you're looking for something a little nicer, though, there's always the Hotel. You gotta pay rent, but it's pretty worth it.

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas blinked in surprise at the sight of the map and towel before grabbing both out of the air.]

Alright, dat be a new one.

[He can definitely say he's never seen magic quite like that before.

Setting the map aside for the moment, Kevas removes his hat and begins to dry it before anything else.]

Ain't plannin' on stayin' dere too long. I might be a vagrant but I ain't be lookin' for handouts.

[Kevas pauses, looking at the map and towel as he rethinks what he just said.]

Not a lot of handouts anyway.

[The towels gets tossed over his head to begin drying his matted green hair and to hide his slight embarrassment.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She smirked at that, something she was able to easily hide through a combination of the height advantage, as well as turning back and pretending to add a few extra centimeters to the line of her chalk design. It was showing up quite nicely against the Center walls.]

Try thinking of it less as a handout and more of a...Welcome present.

[Haha, get it? Because this was a WELCOME center.]

That's what this place is for, after all. People who show up with basically no explanation as to what's going on or why they've been brought here. I try to give them as many answers as I can and help ease the transition.

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas made a noise as if she physically struck him and looked at her from beneath the towel.]

Ladymon dat pun hurt.

[With his head dry and his pride soothed, he pulled the towel away to set his hat back on his head.]

Oh yeah? Don't suppose ya could help point me in the right direction to get my own ship?

[It was a long shot but he might as well ask.]

[backwordscompatible]

[His pain only fueled her that much further.]

...that...might be a little bit trickier.

[It wasn't so much an unreasonable request on his part...probably...assuming he came from a place where it was possible to get his own ship. It was just...not that feasible at the moment. Or any moment.]

There aren't any ships around here. And even if there were, they wouldn't be available.

I mean, we're already on a floating giant turtle. Isn't that enough?

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas sighed, deflating just a little bit.]

Yeah so dey told me. Just kinda hoped dey be wrong.

[At least now he knew that angle was truly pointless. Time he focused on something else instead.]

Guess dat just be leavin' me with my backup plan. Ya be knowin' anyone who be in need of a good mercenary?

[Then he smirked, tossing the towel over the back of his neck.]

Or at least a decent mercenary?

[backwordscompatible]

[She froze in mid-chalk stroke. Then slowly turned her head to look back down at him with a very dull, unamused expression.]

...you're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking.

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas just looked back at her with some confusion.]

If I was I like to think I be funnier den dat. I say a dirty word or somethin'?

[backwordscompatible]

That depends. On whether you're talking about the kind of mercenaries that kill...because we don't do that here.

[Well, they try not to. Most of them. The ones that knew how to relatively behave themselves.]

[drinkuntilidie]

When I got here a mon told me dere be problems with gangs. I figure dere gotta be some mons or ladymons out dere dat might need some protection.

[He sighed, already guessing where this was going to go and what she already thought of him. Lying about the person he was wouldn't change anything in the long run. Even the good ones fell apart.]

I been a soldier since my sixteenth summer ladymon. When I finally left dat I got hired to fight pirates, undead, demons, more pirates, and all da dark nasty things dat be crawlin' out of da shadows of my home.

[Again Kevas shrugged his shoulders.]

I ain't be havin' many skills outside dat. Sure I be alright with a fishin' pole, but I ain't no fishermon. Know some things about plants, but only da ones back home. Definitely ain't be no tailor or blacksmith, so I gotta work with what I know.

[He remained casual as he spoke. If she though of him as some kind of villain for that, well, she wouldn't be the first. Kevas refused to lie about it though, especially since it served no purpose.]

[backwordscompatible]

[He could guess, but...he also might be surprised.]

[Killing was definitely out. There was no leeway, unless self-defense or an otherwise inescapable situation left one with no alternative choice. And even then, guilt would have prevailed.]

[However...well, she was the proud only child of a great crime fighter--essentially, a vigiante that just so happened to be sanctioned by the government. And Zatanna, herself, had taken up the battle the moment she was able. Fighting Crime often led to violence. Combat. That, she had no problem with. So battles with pirates and demons...heck, even the undead...she would have hardly batted an eyelash if he'd brought up that first.]

You could always get in touch with a girl here named Pepper Potts. Or a guy named Bakura. She's been in talks of setting up a sort of Foreign-run local police force. No killing, but if you're looking for work in the protection area, that might be your best bet. And Bakura runs the local dojo. For training needs.

[drinkuntilidie]

[The names aren't ones he recognizes but he commits them to memory for later.]

Ain't be needin' tranin', but uh, 'police force'?

[Those words aren't familiar to him.]

What be dat? Some kind of militia? Miltary? I be tellin' ya right now ladymon I left da military behind me for a reason.

[backwordscompatible]

And yet you're offering your services as a 'mercenary'.

[An eyebrow raised. In other words, what could the military have lacked that life as a for-hire muscle fulfill]

[drinkuntilidie]

Dere be a lotta mons out dere who be needin' help and ain't be leadin' armies.

[He got the sense that's not what she was after though.]

But more den dat, I get to pick what I do, when I do it, and who I do it for.

[No crazed warchief could send him to some frozen waste to die alone anymore. This way he has his freedom.]

[backwordscompatible]

[...ah. She was starting to get the picture.]

Hey, I'm all for doing the independent thing. And we're definitely not an army here.

But you also need to realize that a lot of us work together here. Sort of like a team.

[drinkuntilidie]

So far dis ain't be soundin' dat bad.

[But then again he still doesn't know who he might work for.]

And I might not be a soldier anymore but I remember a few lessons still.

[Namely loyalty to those you trust, the most important thing he learned in his opinion.]

Rather put some names and faces to dis whole thing though. Want to know if dey be mons I can trust. And I be needin' to talk to dem about payment.

[backwordscompatible]

It's really not.

[Again, as long as he remembers the no killing part. Which...was really moreso her insistence, compared to what he might hear from others.]

You can trust them. That much, I guarantee. We've all known one another for a while now. And the payment part...well, you'll have to work that out with them.

[drinkuntilidie]

[He'll remember it. Whether he follows through with it is another matter entirely.]

Aye, all of ya have known each other. I ain't be knowin' any of ya and none of ya be knowin' me. Might be good if I met da mons I might be workin' with.

[Then he motions to himself.]

And look at me. I ain't exactly be the most friendly lookin' mon out dere.

[In fact that's half the reason he was hired to be someone's bodyguard. When you look like an eight foot tall monster you tend to intimidate people from appearance alone.]

[backwordscompatible]

[He made a good point...except she had a pretty decent counterpoint of her own. One she was proud enough of that she held up a single finger to emphasize it.]

We've known each other since we met here. Most of us don't even come from the same world. And we're used to newcomers.

Just play nice, and it won't matter that you don't look friendly. Heck, for some people, that could even work in your favor.

[drinkuntilidie]

Just gonna have to take ya word for it on dat one ladymon.

[Kevas gets the feeling they'll just keep going around in circles if this continues. Besides, he needs a job so there's no real point in arguing.]

Guess I be in luck den. No mon pays a troll to look friendly.

[backwordscompatible]

[Most likely.]

Don't worry. You'll find out for yourself in time. Just keep an open mind, alright? And good luck. On finding yourself a job, I mean.

[drinkuntilidie]

I been brought to another world against my will and without my ship, and I still haven't trashed a bar. Not sure how much more open minded I can get ladymon.

[He grins at her.]

But thank yah. I be da type dat makes his own luck.