[ All wry humor. Still, she shifts in place a little to raise one arm over her head, zeroing in on that elusive shimmering spot with all the laserlike focus of a hunting falcon. When their seal curves away sharply in clear refusal to move any closer, Urbosa snaps her fingers --
-- splitting the "fracture" wide open with a thunderbolt that strikes so close as to rattle bones and deafen bystanders. The memory can't hold together under the assault and unravels, leaving Jim and Urbosa standing (albeit awkwardly close) precisely where they were before the memory took over. It seems like nobody else noticed their brief absence. ]
[ Uh huh. Don't think she doesn't see that internal struggle my dude.
Points for the segue into introductions, though! Urbosa can't help but chuckle a little at the understatement (Just "hi", huh? Cool as a cucumber. She likes that!) but gives him a polite nod in return. ]
Great. [ Genuine, that, and he smiles. ] Thanks for navigating that, I'd have been - well, I have no idea, frankly, if anything in that would have stuck, but it's probably best not to have found out.
[ Illusion? Psychic disturbance? Doesn't matter, Jim is keen on avoiding being stepped on regardless. ]
It never is, so I've heard. My group had to use transport ships, and both cities shot us out of the sky.
[ A thrilling adventure he'd like to avoid seeing a repeat of. But: ] I'm actually not sure what's worse, struggling out of that, or having memories broadcast everywhere against our will.
There aren't any quiet days on this planet, though.
Not the best way to endear themselves to outsiders.
[ Some of the tech here still throws her off, but there's not much Urbosa can really do about it aside from a stare, shrug, and move on. The usual. Getting shot out of the sky, though? That's some next-level stuff. ]
Do they honestly expect people to forget an incident like that?
Outsiders aren't the most loved population, here, no matter where they're from. The two cities have a history of hating each other, and extreme nationalism on both sides.
[ Jim shrugs. ]
I'm not sure if they even know refugees were the ones in the transports. Tensions were so high at the time we all had to be smuggled into civilization. All this-- [ the display for the new refugees, the posturing, the events. ] Is because of they way you all were beamed down. They think it's some kind of religious sign.
[ He thinks, anyway. Jim's grasp on religions and spiritual cults is shaky at best, being so unfamiliar with anyone believing in that sort of hocus pocus. ]
Tossed to the Lynels. What a waste. [ Rock and a hard place, etc etc. ] There must be unclaimed territory somewhere. Relying on charity with strings attached leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
[ How does that saying go? "We the unwilling, led by the unqualified, to kill the unfortunate, die for the ungrateful"... ]
I did. Although I can't say I agree with their decisions.
[ Disseminating a "peacekeeping" or pioneering force between a rock and a hard place isn't very good strategy. Even the vanguard of a group needs a stable place to work from. She shakes her head, making a helpless gesture with one hand and heaving a sigh. ]
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[ All wry humor. Still, she shifts in place a little to raise one arm over her head, zeroing in on that elusive shimmering spot with all the laserlike focus of a hunting falcon.
When their seal curves away sharply in clear refusal to move any closer, Urbosa snaps her fingers --
-- splitting the "fracture" wide open with a thunderbolt that strikes so close as to rattle bones and deafen bystanders. The memory can't hold together under the assault and unravels, leaving Jim and Urbosa standing (albeit awkwardly close) precisely where they were before the memory took over. It seems like nobody else noticed their brief absence. ]
Hah! So much for that.
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Jim wobbles for a brief moment when the illusion of momentum is yanked away, and then looks up at the woman he's still squished up against. ]
Nice.
[ --Uh, the lightning bolt, not. (Though she's smokin' hot lbr.) He takes a step back. ]
Hi. Jim Kirk, pleasure to meet you.
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Points for the segue into introductions, though! Urbosa can't help but chuckle a little at the understatement (Just "hi", huh? Cool as a cucumber. She likes that!) but gives him a polite nod in return. ]
And you as well. I'm Urbosa.
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Great. [ Genuine, that, and he smiles. ] Thanks for navigating that, I'd have been - well, I have no idea, frankly, if anything in that would have stuck, but it's probably best not to have found out.
[ Illusion? Psychic disturbance? Doesn't matter, Jim is keen on avoiding being stepped on regardless. ]
Did you just come down from the station?
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[ I mean. Worst case scenario they get flattened by robomecha. No big deal, right?
Urbosa shakes her head slightly, giving him a rueful smile. ]
I did, yes. Wasn't quite the welcome I was expecting, though.
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[ A thrilling adventure he'd like to avoid seeing a repeat of. But: ] I'm actually not sure what's worse, struggling out of that, or having memories broadcast everywhere against our will.
There aren't any quiet days on this planet, though.
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[ Some of the tech here still throws her off, but there's not much Urbosa can really do about it aside from a stare, shrug, and move on. The usual.
Getting shot out of the sky, though? That's some next-level stuff. ]
Do they honestly expect people to forget an incident like that?
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[ Jim shrugs. ]
I'm not sure if they even know refugees were the ones in the transports. Tensions were so high at the time we all had to be smuggled into civilization. All this-- [ the display for the new refugees, the posturing, the events. ] Is because of they way you all were beamed down. They think it's some kind of religious sign.
[ He thinks, anyway. Jim's grasp on religions and spiritual cults is shaky at best, being so unfamiliar with anyone believing in that sort of hocus pocus. ]
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Tossed to the Lynels. What a waste. [ Rock and a hard place, etc etc. ] There must be unclaimed territory somewhere. Relying on charity with strings attached leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
[ How does that saying go? "We the unwilling, led by the unqualified, to kill the unfortunate, die for the ungrateful"... ]
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[ Not anywhere viable at the moment, though, as far as Jim's aware. He shrugs. ]
The situation is - well, you heard the Natha when they woke you up, right?
[ Shit's crazy and they're all supposed to help build the future. ]
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I did. Although I can't say I agree with their decisions.
[ Disseminating a "peacekeeping" or pioneering force between a rock and a hard place isn't very good strategy. Even the vanguard of a group needs a stable place to work from.
She shakes her head, making a helpless gesture with one hand and heaving a sigh. ]
Well, no point in complaining. We'll make do.
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[ Or eaten by the universe. Whatever. Jim huffs a laugh and nods. He likes that attitude, because it's one they share. ]
No other choice. [ Upbeat! ]