Having been given the go-ahead to do some scouting on his own during his rounds with Zack and the General (provided he did not stray too far into unsavory territory), Larsa would be not too far from the church in Espoir now. He kept his foot steps light, as he'd been instructed to, in order to hear any strange or oncoming noises.
One such noise did catch his ear, from up ahead. None too subtle, either. The bright face of the clock mingled with the sheen of the moonlight and in combination, they glossed over the sizable bulk of the... thing... up ahead, striking it an impressive feature. Much assured as he drew closer that the noise was words, and therefore the hulking mass hume or at least sentient, Larsa called out softly, "Hello?"
The Space Marine looked down at Lasra, his expression taking on a surprised cast. "A Juve... I have not seen one of you in some time."
He kneeled, his armor making a heavy clank as he takes a knee before Larsa, trying to meet him eye to eye, or close enough. "Good evening, Mortal. I intend you no harm."
Head tilting at the word 'Juve'; perhaps some form of military slang for 'a juvenile'? This was his best summation, though he'd learned better than to rely on mere guesswork in defining the words used in this place by its colorful inhabitants...; Larsa stood his ground, hands clasping lightly at his front when the man knelt and greeted him.
'Mortal' was another word that made him curious... but these were questions for a latter time.
"Good evening." He gave in reply, smiling openly. "Rest assured, I mean no harm either. Merely, I was on patrol and heard you speaking. You are perhaps-- new here?" He ventured, the plethora of little clues to this effect adding up to this.
Despite his imposing stature, he felt no immediate intimidation. After all, he looked so very like a Judge; his presence was therefore nostalgic, in a sense.
Titus managed a smile back, mostly mirroring the young fellow's expresion, and said, "There is little harm you could likely do me in the first place.... but you said you were on patrol? Are you a member of the PDF, then? I understand defense forces tend to recruit quite young members, but still, this seems somewhat excessive."
He nods, when queried about his status as a newcomer, "This place is most strange to me. In some ways it is a bit nostalgic though. It reminds me of the planet I grew up on."
For his part, Titus felt mostly confusion about the strangely confident little boy. He was used to children reacting to him with reverence or wonder. This boy is treating him as an equal, or someone to be assisted. The sensation was... intriguing him.
"The PDF?" He questioned, smile growing curious. "I am afraid I am unaware of the term. I am on patrol with the General, who heads a small security team for the good of the city. I am hardly a defense force, in an of myself." This earns a soft laugh and a shake of his head. "Though I assure you you ought not judge too harshly upon age alone."
An officer he might not be, but a defender? He did consider himself one, in the highest order. Brawn and Years were not the only paths to ensuring safety.
"I am also sorry to inform you that this is likely not the planet you grew up upon. Thought it is heartening, that you find it near to your own culture. It should reduce your shock greatly then, I'd imagine."
"The planetary defense force. Ah... the General. What can you tell me of this fellow? Or lady, as the case may be." Titus amended, after his recent experiences on Graia showed him the mettle of female commanders.
"Worry not about judgement. Younger men than you have become aspirants to the Chapter and died for the glory of the Imperium. But you did not look like an aspirant, so I was curious."
He cocked his head, slightly, and said, "Shock? I haven't seen my home planet in centuries. Why would it shock me to find myself not on it now?"
"The General? Ah. He is, in fact, the General of another world's army-- but every bit the man his title may imply." He would find it strange, to refer to him as anything other. "I find him impressive in moral and wording, but also firm and strong, to support these nobler aspirations." A nod here, very much fond of the respectable man that commanded the security forces here of his own free will.
"I fear I am also not acquainted with your 'aspirants' or Chapters, so it is not false to say I am not one." And, looking a little amused, he finished lightly. "That is not what I assumed shocking. I thought perhaps being in another world altogether may surprise you."
"Well, tell me this General's name, and where to find him. I intend to consult with him immediately. If there are Generals and patrols here, there is a war. And for an Astartes like myself, there is only war."
He shakes his head, and says, "Being in different worlds is hardly unusual for a man such as myself. I have shed blood in the dust of many worlds, and will undoubtedly do so again, before things are over."
"... No need to shed blood? What sort of place is this? There is always war, and someone always is plotting to harm humanity. I cannot believe that there is no such danger at all, here."
He looked at Larsa with consternation in his scarred face.
"Surely there must be... some task for me here. Otherwise it would make no sense for me to appear at all."
One such noise did catch his ear, from up ahead. None too subtle, either. The bright face of the clock mingled with the sheen of the moonlight and in combination, they glossed over the sizable bulk of the... thing... up ahead, striking it an impressive feature. Much assured as he drew closer that the noise was words, and therefore the hulking mass hume or at least sentient, Larsa called out softly, "Hello?"
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He kneeled, his armor making a heavy clank as he takes a knee before Larsa, trying to meet him eye to eye, or close enough. "Good evening, Mortal. I intend you no harm."
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'Mortal' was another word that made him curious... but these were questions for a latter time.
"Good evening." He gave in reply, smiling openly. "Rest assured, I mean no harm either. Merely, I was on patrol and heard you speaking. You are perhaps-- new here?" He ventured, the plethora of little clues to this effect adding up to this.
Despite his imposing stature, he felt no immediate intimidation. After all, he looked so very like a Judge; his presence was therefore nostalgic, in a sense.
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He nods, when queried about his status as a newcomer, "This place is most strange to me. In some ways it is a bit nostalgic though. It reminds me of the planet I grew up on."
For his part, Titus felt mostly confusion about the strangely confident little boy. He was used to children reacting to him with reverence or wonder. This boy is treating him as an equal, or someone to be assisted. The sensation was... intriguing him.
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An officer he might not be, but a defender? He did consider himself one, in the highest order. Brawn and Years were not the only paths to ensuring safety.
"I am also sorry to inform you that this is likely not the planet you grew up upon. Thought it is heartening, that you find it near to your own culture. It should reduce your shock greatly then, I'd imagine."
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"Worry not about judgement. Younger men than you have become aspirants to the Chapter and died for the glory of the Imperium. But you did not look like an aspirant, so I was curious."
He cocked his head, slightly, and said, "Shock? I haven't seen my home planet in centuries. Why would it shock me to find myself not on it now?"
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"I fear I am also not acquainted with your 'aspirants' or Chapters, so it is not false to say I am not one." And, looking a little amused, he finished lightly. "That is not what I assumed shocking. I thought perhaps being in another world altogether may surprise you."
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He shakes his head, and says, "Being in different worlds is hardly unusual for a man such as myself. I have shed blood in the dust of many worlds, and will undoubtedly do so again, before things are over."
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It was an awfully complex matter, after all.
"I doubt there will be need that you should she blood here, soldier."
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He looked at Larsa with consternation in his scarred face.
"Surely there must be... some task for me here. Otherwise it would make no sense for me to appear at all."
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