leaderless [ INTRO // OPEN ]

[magebind]

who ; magebind and anyone who wanders by
what ; Ketojan's intro to the station.
where ; Zone 01
when ; Now :|b
warning(s) ; Can't think of any!
notes ; Action or prose is fine by me!

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[double_discs]

Despite Flynn's recent work, it still hurt. Everything ached and not in a physical manner that Rinzler could easily ignore until he self-repaired but in a way he'd never felt before. He didn't understand it. What was worse, he didn't know how to fix it. That was supposed to be what the User's programming on his disc was to do. It had only seemed to make things worse.

He still couldn't calculate a way to help CLU. He couldn't stop processing over pointless facts that only led to infinite loops. He couldn't make this roiling emotion go away. What was the point of that if it made everything unclear? He tried to pinpoint when it had become a problem to feel things and came up empty. It probably had something to do with this place. He hated it. He hated the User world and its illogical sets

[magebind]

This was wrong. Each step Ketojan took was a reminder that he was defying the proper course of action--waiting still and silent for a command to move--and the further he proceeded into the strange city the greater his unease grew. It was only his self-imposed (the thought made his hands clench into anxious fists) goal of finding his basvaarad that kept him moving forward

[double_discs]

The security program had to fight against his instincts to remain completely stationary and not reach automatically for his disc when the other went into a defensive stance. The power he saw gathering on the tips of the User's hands happily reinforced the command to halt, do nothing even as he wanted to deny the User the chance to use its unnatural abilities on him. His hands twitched all too eagerly at his sides for a fight.

Then it was over. The other relaxed and the enforcer felt the tension ease slowly out of him even as he continued to access the potential threat, eyes scanning over the odd armor and seeking out weak points with a programmed efficiency. He didn't think it would be too tough--even with the User's extra powers--but he knew in this world looks could be very deceiving. He wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating his opponents while CLU still needed him

[magebind]

The other rumbled--the sound both familiar and yet not. His kind relied heavily on such noises, bound and stitched as they were, and Ketojan was acutely sensitive to the change in the other's tone. It was almost calming, and proved to be a jarring contrast to the sudden demand that followed

[gweatntewwible]

Avery has made a habit of exploring the station since arriving, getting familiar with the different areas and formulating exit strategies from any given place he might like to be. In case he has to run out of them really fucking fast. You know, the usual. He's been careful not to show his face on the network thus far and no one here seems to know of him anyway, so he feels pretty safe about his daily strolls.

That is, until he turns a corner and is suddenly presented with a musclebound hulking manbeast. His first thought is that this guy's a juicer and his second is that, rep or no, he'd really like to avoid getting punched in the face today. So he puts on a fake smile and steps aside with an 'after you' gesture.

[magebind]

Ketojan is lost in his thoughts as he walks, growing more and more uneasy as he reflects on how he is failing in his duties. He should be waiting where he fell for his basvaarad--or anyone not a half-seen woman thing of light and noise--to come claim him and lead him, not wandering unknown streets with no guidance. He is rethinking his plans when there is sudden movement in front of him and he grinds to a halt.

Human. Male. Ketojan would ask him for directions, for information, but to use his voice amongst strangers--at all, really--is still very much a forbidden thing. He settles for simply rumbling at the man, the closest he can come to a questioning sound.

[gweatntewwible]

Oh goddamn, Big Lovin' over here is actually growling at him. Growling. In Avery's mind, this does not bode well for keeping his nose in its current (broken once or twice before) configuration. Which is a shame, because he kind of likes the way it set this time. Just the right amount of ugly.

"Your move, buddy. Plenty of room on this sidewalk for both of us."

[magebind]

The mans words more or less went straight over the mages head, leaving him standing there and staring. His move? His move to what? It was too vague a statement to serve as anything close to instruction, and as a result Ketojan was uncertain whether or not he was expected to react.

He rumbles again, even more confused this time.

/combo breaks

[moeclaws]

[it had a been a really good hunting day, and Nepeta was feeling very proud of herself as she trotted back from the garden zone. oh, but there was someone coming up from the other way and...wow. just when she'd gotten used to being surrounded by people who made her feel like a twig someone like this showed up.

oh well. all the better for clambering on top of once she made friends, right? Nepeta smiles and waves vigorously]

Oh wow, you're purretty tall! Hi there!

[magebind]

[ Movement. A voice. Small and female. Ketojan's head tilts slightly as he tries to get a better view of whatever--whoever--it is speaking to him. What he sees does little to clear matters up.

...A child? He's thrown by the color of her skin and the horns. She almost, but not quite, appears to be a kossith.

He finds himself unable to anything but stand there and rumble his confusion. ]

[moeclaws]

[Nepeta doesn't see much wrong and trots over, still smiling.] Are you new? I don't think I've efur seen you around befur! But that doesn't mean much, it's such a big purrlace. Really easy to get lost in if you're not careful, haha.

[magebind]

[ The puns go straight over his head as he simply assumes they're some local dialect quirk. He's more interested in how she confirms what he suspected: this place is large, too large to be without guidance, and he has clearly gotten himself lost.

He tilts his head again, growls, and continues staring. Really it's... all he can do in this sort of situation. ]

[emberandash]

Ever since first arriving on Sacrosanct, Azula had spent her time both trying to get her bearings, and trying not to appear like she had no idea what she was doing (which, of course, she didn't). Being dropped into strange places wasn't a new concept to her, but she had never experienced anything quite like this-- and though she was refusing to let herself believe them, the way everyone kept telling her that she was here to stay was making her uneasy.

If this had been like all the other times, she would have found someone familiar to meet up and explore with, but almost everyone here was a complete stranger. Even the people that she did know didn't recognize her-- there were apparently different versions of people running around all over the place here, and though it was interesting, right now it was just adding to the confusion.

Turning a corner and nearly running smack into a towering, monstrous-looking creature didn't exactly help either.

[magebind]

His search had turned up nothing so far, and the longer he wandered the less his hopes of finding his basvaarad. There were no hints of familiarity in these streets, from the odd paving below to the flashes of alien architecture he caught through the mask grills, and he could not shake the nagging suspicion that he was merely making himself more lost.

Ketojan's thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt intrusion of a stranger in his personal space, and the mage ground to an immediate halt, careful angling of his mask to try and identify who it was.

Human. Female. Unfamiliar. He rumbled softly, although the sound was more confused than welcoming.

[emberandash]

She frowned, and stepped backwards a little-- not out of fear, but in an attempt to figure out a way around without bumping into... whatever it was.

"Do you speak?"

[magebind]

Ketojan's head tilts slightly tracking her through the slits of his mask as he sluggishly processes her words.

A question? An easily answered one, at least. His lack of verbal response should be enough, although just to be certain he growls a low negative.

Trolls do nothing but combobreak

[mcfussyfangs]

[She is tired, which she finds to be really bizarre given the time of day, but it might just be a blood thing. Which is... something Kanaya is simply avoiding for now. So she wanders aimlessly (except not so much because she mostly knows where she is) and then stops dead in her tracks when she sees the...

Actually she's not sure what she's seeing. A massive hulking figure in armor and chains and a mask. It almost reminds her of Cindy. Kanaya squints and moves little closer, glowing softly with mild apprehension. She looks up at him and tilts her head just slightly to the side, hand covering her mouth in thought.]

Excuse me, but may I inquire as to what your designation is?

[magebind]

[ Most of the creatures Ketojan has been encountering have been made of metal, and often they glow in some way, so when he finds himself approached by something--someone?--small and softly glowing he nearly slips into a defensive stance.

It's only what he can glimpse through the mask that prevents him from calling forth flames. Small, female, pale and horned. She could almost be kossith.

Slowly he relaxes, dipping down into the proper position for a saarebas--head down, shoulders hunched, gaze carefully averted--and growls softly. The subservient posture is as close as he will come to speaking his title for the moment. ]

[mcfussyfangs]

[To say that Kanaya was bad at reading postures wouldn't be totally inaccurate, but this isn't one she's seen before and she's not experienced in what she deems slightly animalistic behavior, but he isn't really looking at her ad seems to be making himself... smaller? Maybe?

She ducks a little, bends down slightly to get a better look at his his and, finding it to be a useless endeavor but to the mask, straightens up again. Kanaya frowns just barely, expression a muted version of confusion.]

Are you lost in this current frame of time? Have you been lead astray of something?

[Where is your special helper...]

[magebind]

[ He holds the position, submitting to the brief inspection without complaint. Her questions, however, make him growl again. This time the noise is a vague acknowledge, a confirmation that yes, he is lost, and yes, he has been lead astray.

From what, and by what, he has no idea, but there is little point in vocalizing such frivolous information. ]