001. ☌ seven devils.

[sheistheswarm]

[ The dream tonight is a bit more of a scientific setting than perhaps you are used to. It's in the hallway of an old battlecruiser, the lights flickering on and off. Once you turn, there is a woman standing with her back to you She's in a light white sandex suit, her oddly formed hair pulled up into a high ponytail

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[waterfell]

[Simple: She acts as if she belongs here; no more shying away or holding back or tactfully keeping her distance from this girl. Instead, she boldly approaches the woman despite (or perhaps because of) that energy in the air. She places a hand on her hip.]

That's not a hospitable greeting to a stranger.

[sheistheswarm]

[ Unfortunately for Mercury, Kerrigan can tell. It's not dress or even presence that gives her away. It's the simple fact that no one would act that way on board the Hyperion. No one would even have the audacity to even act that pompous on a battlecruiser with the history that it has.

The electricity feeling spikes. This is the crackling of a level twelve psionic being at your services. ]

A stranger who barges into what's mine is treated as they are: a threat.

[waterfell]

[Mercury is quite good at acting audacious and pompous when she shouldn't, notably her introduction to Beryl. Now is no exception even as the situation becomes more tense.]

If I had any intention of hurting you or this place, it'd already be done.

[It's unbelievable, but she tells the truth anyway:]

I'm here by chance.

[sheistheswarm]

And what chance would that be?

[helpmeguideit]

[ Everything is very unfamiliar. And he's cautious and wary of a stranger. Especially in such a place. He's going to be careful, curious as he approaches. He knows it is a dream. ]

What is this place?

[sheistheswarm]

[ Her eyes narrow slightly. Oh, she can sense someone like her a long long ways away. That immediately jumps him further up on the threat level. There's an audible crack as it continues to build. ]

The Hyperion. Somewhere that you do not belong.

[helpmeguideit]

Ease your mind. I don't belong here, but do you remember falling asleep?

[ He's watching her, careful as he approaches. He can sense the tension in the air. Even without his skillset. ]

[sheistheswarm]

[ Kerrigan just smiles. She can sense his telepathic powers with her own. How nice. ]

"Ease your mind." [ She scoffs slightly. ] I don't remember much of anything.

[auncyenhalig]

[ backing uuuuup Aerith is not interested in fighting. ]

Hey, hey! What's that look for? I didn't think I was that intimidating.

[sheistheswarm]

[ Kerrigan gives a small laugh. The girl is far from intimidating, and she can sense that. She's no real threat, but Kerrigan doesn't trust her. Her expression softens just a tad. ]

What are you doing here?

[auncyenhalig]

Mmm... [ She shuffles back and forth on her feet for a moment. ] Dreaming. Or daydreaming, I suppose. [ People don't always realize what's going on, after all. ] I'm really not here to cause any trouble.

[sheistheswarm]

Dreaming. How could dreaming bring you here?

[no_hometown]

[The setting here is not wholly unlike some areas of Midgar or HQ, so the atmosphere is not completely alien, but it is clearly different. His society has no successful space travel, at least not yet. The space program was shut down indefinitely. He does not know where he is, but it interests him.

Sephiroth returns her gaze, impassive. His own green eyes glow faintly, but they are calm, confident.] My apologies. I did not mean to disturb you.

[sheistheswarm]

[ Hello, Sephiroth. Say hello to your first level 12 psionic being. She eyes him, green eyes looking him over before she lets the defenses down just a bit. She can just sense the military from him. Being a telepath has it's marvels. ]

How did you get here?

[no_hometown]

[The first layer of his thoughts is indeed straightforward, quite military, non-aggressive, benevolent enough.

There also is anger--even to the point of rage--frustration, confusion, and grief, but they are all carefully and well covered, tamped down far beneath the surface layers, so carefully as to be almost hidden from Sephiroth himself, but none of that negative emotion has anything to do with her.

(Even further down, Jenova lies sleeping, a very different entity altogether, but without enough cells to make up a true consciousness yet.)

Sephiroth's tone is perfectly polite; little to find fault with there.]

Unfortunately, I cannot answer that question. I was searching for my friends, and suddenly I found myself here, wherever this may be.

[sheistheswarm]

[ Interesting. He seems just as conflicted as anyone else in the sector. ]

This is the Hyperion.