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Cracks knuckles time to break this game in

Who: Mio & U
When: The day of arrival
Where: main promenade & atrium
Summary: Post-orientation, Mio feels distinctly disoriented.

[Main Promenade]
[Alright, well.

Alright then.

Following the orientation video she spent a few dazed minutes just staring around the area and the people, feeling like they all must have similar 'is this for real?' question going through their heads as she does. She wants to cry and she wants to scream, but mostly she just feels so baffled by the suddenness of anything that she can't do any of that.

She glances at the duffel bag and frowns at the suit inside--granted, it's still better than her own clothing (torn, dirty, splattered with what suspiciously looks like...blood?? A lot of blood. Concerning) but still. Space suit.

Mio turns away, fully prepared to just leave the little group and go off on her own, but only gets a few feet away as she starts looking at her other bag that's come with her.

--And promptly tosses both bags away from her with a yelp of panic. As they hit the floor, out from the smaller bag she'd brought with her tumbles an antique camera and a certain charm, but it's the camera that seems to have her attention most. For a moment Mio looks like she's either going to start hyperventilating or maybe kick the camera, but after a tense moment she slowly crouches down to start picking things up again with trembling fingers. She hesitates reaching for the camera though, with a look like she's half-afraid it might suddenly bite her.

Also aware that her outburst might've drawn some attention, she says a quick:] Sorry. [There, now no one will bother her and everything is Normal And Fine.]

[Atrium]

[Sometime later, Mio sits in the atrium, staring blankly at...nothing, really. She doesn't appear to be focusing on anything in particular, but there's a death grip on the antique camera from earlier as it rests on her knees. She's managed to find her way to her room to shower and change and have a bit of an emotional breakdown in peace; it had taken a lot of internal debating to finally drag herself out of the room to explore the ship a little more.

(What did it matter if she did or didn't? She should've just stayed in and maybe the'd forget about her and she could just...disappear. Somehow. Fade away?)

Mio got as far as the atrium before just collapsing on a bench and that's where she was currently and had been for the past half an hour, just. Staring. Once in a while her eyes scan the area without really seeing anything, but otherwise she hasn't really moved. There's a haunted sort of look about her and a peculiar set of bruising around her throat. It's butterfly-like, like... Well, sort of like someone's tried to strangle her. They look painful and fresh. That's normal.

After a few moments Mio looks down at the camera and slowly raises it to look through the viewfinder. Everyone around here was alive, right? Maybe? Hopefully?? After a few seconds of debating she goes ahead and takes a few test shots. Sorry if she accidentally gets you in the shot?? You'll probably be fine, provided you're not an spirit or something occult/paranormal/etc. Probably. Those sensitive to such things might be able to pick up that there's definitely some exorcism powers going on there though...

Otherwise enjoy your photo randomly being taken!]

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(the outcry catches her attention. the only other girl in the orientation session, getting harassed already? go figure.

with a roll of her eyes, unsurprised, sombra edges out of the room with her own bag slung over her shoulder, very unsatisfied with the feet-first drop into the unknown. only one thing in her life has ever been this jarring and that sure as hell didn't involve the vast expanse of space, but she's adept at sorting out her feelings alone. preferably not while there's a skittish young girl holding up a camera like she's stepped into the plot of goosebumps' "say cheese and die". classic.)

Hey, don't worry about it. (comes the perpetually sly voice, taking mio's side at a distance some people like to call... invasive.) I did the same thing when I saw the uniform. They got the colour right, but you can't make me talk about the design—

(and that's about when she spots the blood, turning a shoulder to look at her straight.

while not expressly concerning to her (this girl's a stranger and, despite the pretty face, who knows what trouble she's been up to?), blood left to dry is old and stagnant and potentially a hazard with the amount of crammed onto this ship with no way off but limited escape pods. don't want anything nasty being spread.)

Hold on, amiga, what happened there?

[Mio jumps, startled at being addressed. She looks at Sombra with a bewildered expression and even looks around a moment as if to make sure it's her the other is talking to. When it becomes clear it is, Mio's expression becomes a bit--complicated. On one hand, relief-- someone talking to her! Someone presumably not dead! On the other hand, suspicion--why is she talking to Mio in the first place?

Offering reassurance, it looks like, but Mio isn't sure how to take that either.] There? [She echoes, and then looks down at herself. Oh. Right. That. The bruises on her throat ache in reminder of everything that had been happening to her not even an hour earlier and for a moment she feels like just giving up. Maybe it'd be better if she just collapsed and broke down and they could-- Do...something? Somehow toss her into space and send her back home?

Alright, no, that didn't make sense. She couldn't afford to look completely insane here, but she also didn't have a good explanation for] It's not mine. [ALRIGHT NO THAT DIDN'T SOUND ANY BETTER.

Mio looks up, fearful, and shakes her head.] Sorry, that didn't-- That didn't come out right. I mean... I'm fine. Just... a lot happened?

[ You know who has decided to take it easy, and just take a nap in a tree?

Koumyou is making the effort, either, as the tree part sounded like a good idea at the time. He is half-dozing in some branches liberally covered in leaves he doesn't recognize as anything in Shangri-la, eyes mostly shut. There are people passing through, a girl who looks worse for wear stopping to sit on a bench not far off, and for the moment he's just listening to the sounds of people and nature.

When a light flashes, he comes to a decision.

Koumyou visibly startles, loses his balance with a yelp, and promptly falls some four meters to the ground in a flurry of white robes. ]

Ouch.

Edited 2016-12-11 20:11 (UTC)

[Mio is on her feet in an instant, looking halfway between either fleeing or running over to make sure he's okay. Her fingers tighten on the camera a moment before she figures the politer thing to do would be to check out that he hasn't broken anything-- she did, apparently, cause him to fall out of the tree.

Which... Why was he up there to begin with? Who did things like actually nap in a tree?? She'd been half-convinced he was some sculpture or something because real, normal people didn't do that. Right?

...Yeah, she should probably go make sure he's okay. She hurries over, concerned, and hesitates once she's a couple feet away] Sorry. [Mio eyes him] Are you, um... Alright? You didn't break anything, did you?

[ It had been a comfortable tree! A perfectly reasonable one for napping, but not at all fine for art installations. From his new perspective, he's also decided it's not the best for falling out of, as well. ]

Ahaha, that wasn't a very good fall, was it? Ouch. [ As he sits up, he reaches into his robe and pulls out a golden crown and frowns at it. That hadn't been fun to land on, but it apparently remained unscathed. The ceremonial garb of a Sanzo priest was durable, if nothing else. He holds it up briefly, as if to prove nothing was, in fact, broken. ] It's been through worse.

There isn't a good way to fall. Is your leg oka-- [She cuts herself off abruptly, the question coming out almost instinctively. She purses her lips, frowns at him like somehow it's his fault, and then continues with:] I meant, is the rest of you okay and not broken?

[Who cares about a crown!? It's a curious thing though, and she leans in slightly to get a better look. From the crown she then examines his robes, frowning.] What kind of priest wears a crown? [ROYAL... PRIEST? Look, she doesn't know. She doesn't know anything anymore.]

[ He didn't come up with the uniform, okay? Geez... ] It's fine. I'm Buddhist.

[ It's a bit of a muddled answer, but she had asked so many questions. After a moment, he places the crown on top of his head. It's probably a safer place to keep it, even if it gets a bit sweaty after a while. Without any particular grace, he pushes himself to his feet. ] 30th of China, Koumyou Sanzo.

What- What does being Buddhist have to do with anything? [Mio closes her eyes a moment and takes a breath. Does she really want to know what answer he'll come up with for that question though? Does she??

She stares at him for a moment more, debating on if she should introduce herself as well or just leave now that she knows he's apparently all okay.. Physically, anyhow. She eyes him slowly, the crown pulling his look together rather nicely. It'd be better if he didn't seem to have that constant goofy look about his face, but she supposes it's rather impressive.]

...I'm Amakura, Mio. [She bows, polite, and then straightens] And-- [Mio looks to the side as if to look for someone to introduce them as well, but obviously there's no one there. She closes her mouth with a click of teeth and stares at the empty space a moment before looking back at him.]

I guess '30th of China' is part of a title? [what the fuck is a sanzo]

They like to keep count how many Sanzo priests we've been through, for some reason. [ They being the Three Aspects, of course, but he won't clarify. She doesn't seem to recognize the importance of the title. That is more than fine by him, and he grins genuinely at her. ]

It's a title that doesn't mean much more than what you see.

[So it's a useless title then??

No that'd be mean, she doesn't even actually think that, but she is giving Koumyou a look like he's set himself up for a huge burn and he should really be thankful she's not a mean person at heart.]

It doesn't really mean anything in a place like this anyhow, right? ...Well, I guess they might still have Buddhism and other religions in the future. In space. [Future... space... Mio makes a slightly pained expression at having remembered that]

...This is too crazy...

[It's overwhelming -- the Eluvio, this whole situation. Hayatori understands dimensional portals through time and space, but never before have they occurred outside of Nakatsu Kuni. With no signs of Oni -- he checked -- it cannot be the work of the Metagnost. He doesn't necessarily believe what they have been told, though for now it is the working truth. Either way, there is nothing to be done but adapt.

He needs time to think things through. Back in Utakata a troubled mind always lead one to the Guardian Tree. The atrium is no match, but the presence of nature is enough to provide some small comfort. He quietly tucks himself away in a corner, keeping the entrance in his line of sight, and meditates.

It is much later when the click of Mio's camera draws his attention and he opens his eyes. He watched her earlier, when they arrived, and recalls her odd reaction to the camera she wields. He almost leaves her be, until his Mitama mentions that there is a spiritual power in her photo-taking. Wisely, he has never ignored Jiraiya.

Activating his Eye of Truth, Hayatori sees for himself: there is a glow about the camera in her hands and a patch of crimson illumination on her throat unlike anything he has seen before. It is confirmation.

Hayatori neatly gets to his feet and approaches Mio. He wears his hood and mask, and his plover blades are sheathed and mounted at his lower back. Her body language suggests the she is skittish, and so he ensures that his steps are slow and actually audible, so that she has time to notice him coming. Stopping near her yet not too close, he speaks in an even, stoic tone. Yet there is curiosity in his visible eye and the minuscule tilt of his head.]

What are you doing?

("it's not mine" gets a very immediate chuckle from her,) Heh. Obviously. You wouldn't be around if that much blood was outside of your body. (she doesn't sound too concerned, but the girl looks like she's just seen a ghost, something that sits wrong.

sombra's never hurt a young girl before and she has no reason to start. and all things considered? seems like mio's going to be her newest teammate.)

It's okay. Chill out, alright? You're gonna wanna change ASAP, so I suggest finding the nearest washroom before someone screams "bloody murder". (a shrug, open-armed, eyebrow high.) I'm not skittish, but you think the rest of the ship is gonna feel the same, huh?

[Mio tenses when she notices him approaching--sorry Hayatori, but the whole 'hiding most of your face' thing is rather intimidating and suspicious. She frowns at him, her grip on her camera tightening even if the pictures might not harm him, she figures throwing it could do just as well if she had to.

He just seems curious though, but she doesn't let her guard down.] Just... [The sentence 'what does it look like I'm doing?' hangs on her tongue, but she looks at the camera and reminds herself that with all this weird different times and dimensions thing maybe he... doesn't know what a camera is?? She doesn't know.]

...Just taking pictures. If there was anything interesting... [Or if anything reacted to her pictures. She's still not entirely sure this isn't some weird afterlife thing.] Do you, um, know hat a camera is?

You-- [Mio pauses, expression growing baffled. It's good advice, probably, and she looks down at herself and then finishes gathering her bag.]

...Thanks. [There's a lot she could say here, a lot of sentences starting in her head and unable to verbalize. She hesitates and then slowly picks up the fallen camera, frowning at it before she straightens and shoves it in the bag as well.] You are taking this pretty well.

[There's a difference between not being skittish and being this blase about it. Mio eyes her, more curious than suspicious]

Don't worry about it. I've seen worse. (out of all of the things she could say — somehow she opts for the only true one.

a bit of a darker topic to touch on, considering the fact that she's been on the wrong end of massacres, but there's nothing for it. while anyone would say "she's too young to go through this", sombra's mind immediately readjusts to the scene and wonders how the girl will grow stronger for having witnessed something terrible. or done something terrible.

a tilt of her head, the curiosity making her smile.)

All the commotion is over, for now, right? You just gotta give yourself some credit for keeping it together through the bad shit and treat yourself to a hot shower, if they even have water on this hunk of metal. 'Kay?

(oh, just thought of a discussion that's decidedly lighter—)

And speaking of bad shit? You notice we're totally a minority?

Yes.

[Though he has no personal experience with them, and those he knows are earlier kinds, he does know of them.]

...

[Hayatori is silent for a moment as he weighs how best to ask his next question. He does not want to come off as though he is interrogating her, or force her to answer. In the end he takes a subtle approach with an easy way out.]

Ordinary pictures?

[ Entirely useless for all practical purposes. It's not something he'd set himself up for accidentally, after all.

But his smile doesn't give that away. ]

Anything only means what you make of it, right?

Edited (grammar wow) 2016-12-18 05:35 (UTC)

Oh.

[Because... oh. She imagines people have seen worse things before, those people must exist, but her easy dismissal throws Mio completely off guard. Later she can look back and be thankful for it, because it leaves her too baffled to focus on her own trauma for the moment. The distraction is nice.

She looks at her bag a moment, collecting her thoughts, before she nods, her shoulders slumping a little in relief at what was to come. A warm shower. Food. It had been-- Days? Mio doesn't actually know how long she was trapped, but she's starving.]

Minority? [Mio looks up again, frowning as she tries to make sense of that before she looks around. How were they in the minority? Did she mean in general, all of them? Or the two of them? It was just these guys and-

Ah. She suddenly makes a bit of a face as she realizes] ...Why are we the only girls here? Whose idea was that?

[She tenses suddenly, defensive, and her eyes dart to the side with a mild anxiety.] Of course they are. Why wouldn't they be?

[But her voice is a little high and that combined with her shifty look and all does little to be convincing. She seems to realize that herself, though, and her gaze goes back to him, accusing and sullen as if somehow her inability to keep the emotion off her face was his fault.

Her fingers tighten on the camera again and she looks around, wishing there could be some kind of distraction. How does she even begin to explain something like this?]

...They're ordinary right now. [Which explains absolutely nothing. Mio sighs, irritated, and shrugs.] If something-- different was in the shot's way, something would've happened.

[For a brief moment Mio just looks confused, then irritated, before she finally sighs and just shakes her head.] Now I can believe you're a priest. [Saying dumb things like that. Sheesh!!]

But you can't make something out of nothing. That's not how it works. Everyone brought in here like us is on the same page-- titles like a priest or a prince, there's no difference anymore. It's not recognized by anyone that matters.

[But then Mio frowns at him, expression almost accusing. Why was she arguing about this anyway? It's not like she cared.] ...Well. If you want to still carry the title or whatever, it's not like it's anyone's business either...

I sensed some kind of power emanating from you.

[Hayatori says, explaining the reason behind his curiosity as he slowly raises his hands in surrender. While he would like to know exactly would have happened, he doesn't press his luck.

She's not a Slayer or he and Jiraiya would know, so thinking of Kikka, he asks:]

Are you a priestess?

Sensed... Oh. [So he was someone who could sense that sort of stuff? That makes her feel a little bit better-- he's someone who might actually understand little, rather than someone who'd see her as a weirdo.

She relaxes some, but tenses again briefly at the question, hesitating.] I... Yeah. [She supposes it's something like that. Twin shrine maidens and all, and she's a Remaining and... Maybe it's not something bestowed upon her officially, but by virtue of being a twin (having been a twin) it was sort of automatic.

Mio shrugs] I mean, I guess. I don't have fancy robes or a shrine or anything, but... [She trails off and glances to him, a tad embarrassed and guilty] Sorry. For snapping at you and all. [Another pause and she gestures to the camera, figuring he should get a little better of an explanation now] It's an exorcising tool, but it works like a regular camera unless there's something actually able to be exorcised in the shot.

(yeah, she made that bit of a face too when she first realized. which gets a tinkle of a laugh from her, leaning in just enough to hover outside of mio's personal space bubble.)

Hah, I've got no clue. But it seems like they were trying to fill a quota to me. (the way life is, though far less in her world than in the stone age of early y2k.) I guess we gotta stick together, here, if we're gonna be a couple of stunners working with a troupe of panting men.

(a wink, straightening.)

I mean, that's how it always goes. Right?

[ What an interesting response. He wouldn't have expected not making sense to somehow make him more likely to be a priest. ]

Just so. [ It took her a while to get around to it, but she eventually made his point just fine. ] It's what you make of it. [ His expression softens into something particularly vague, kind but distant. ] As long as it matters to me, even that pointless title means something.

Oh. [Somehow, it hadn't occurred to her that the title of being a priest might actually mean something to him. Having her own priestess status (and subsequent 'Remaining' status) shoved on her without her say had certainly soured it to her. The mark on her throat seems to burn.

She tilts her head back somewhat to regard him carefully. His words alone tell her that probably he worked hard for it, probably it was something he actually wanted out of life, and her callous judgement of it being useless and meaningless was unnecessarily cruel given the circumstances. Ashamed, she chews on her bottom lip and lowers her gaze, turning her camera over in her hands as a distraction.]

Sorry. I... [Mio doesn't really know what to say or how to explain herself.] Sorry. I was just-- [no that wasn't a good start.] I didn't mean to imply-- [No that wasn't right either. She sighs and peeks up through her bangs at him, at a bit of a loss.]

[Mio watches Sombra, taking note of the not-quite breech of personal space. Unsure how to feel about it, she decides it's easier to just ignore it and focus on her words instead.

There's a twitch of a smile and a soft 'heh' of amusement and Mio looks away with slight embarrassment.] I think we could take them. [Them vs. the world, it's fine. They'd win.

She supposes there's been fewer reasons for friendships--alliances?--before, and this was as good a reason as any. And though a bit odd, Sombra seems... nice? Different. Interesting. It's almost the same thing. So Mio nods as if in confirmation and looks back, bobbing her head lightly in a sort of bow to be at least-semi polite.] I'm Mio.

I know we could take 'em.

(the embarrassment is endearing, but at least she's not too modest. feminine wiles can do one hell of a lot more than people seem to grasp; it's easier to speak to someone who knows what the hell you're talking about. sombra, satisfied with the team-up, flips her hair and straightens with a warmer smile.

when she was this age, she was into quite a bit of trouble herself.)

Mio. I'm Sombra. (hand moving to a hip, her other motions broadly to mio's things.) Cute camera. Antique?

I think... [ He sounds thoughtful and not at all offended. ] I don't know what you mean. We are just getting to "it's nice to meet you," aren't we?

[ His tone is entirely too patient and pleasant for a man that had just been insulted. The last thing he wants is for her to feel bad for seeing things from an honest perspective.

All in all, she hadn't been wrong. ]

Edited (don't judge me ) 2016-12-22 03:34 (UTC)

[Mio looks baffled a moment, openly shocked at the-- acceptance? She's not sure how to describe it to herself, but the smooth way he seems to offer forgiveness for her rudeness (thought 'forgiveness' might imply she's done something that needed forgiving anyhow, which he apparently doesn't and it makes Mio's head hurt a little trying to make sense of it all).

Her gaze lowers again, face red as she feels suddenly embarrassed for entirely different reasons] ...It's nice to meet you. [The urge to apologize again is still there, but she bites her tongue.]

You're... a weird sort of guy... [And yet she still insults him, nice Mio. She shakes her head a little.] But, that's not really a bad thing, I guess.

Thank you. [ Because, really, why not?

His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he laughs, nothing but honest, harmless amusement in the sound. People tended to get used to him in time, and this is certainly a pleasant enough introduction for now. ]

It's nice to meet you, too. It is a strange place, isn't it? I've never been to space before today, I think. [ A pause. ] Probably.

You think? Probably? [She echoes him in pure disbelief.] How do you not know? You either have or you haven't.

[Mio finds herself wondering just how actually sane he is, and how much of this is just an act. She also wonders just how much of her time will be spent wondering this exact thing. She has a feeling she could spend an entire lifetime studying it and never get any closer to an answer]

How do you know?

[ It's a perfectly reasonable question. ] I like the trees you find in space.

[She is not having this conversation. Why is this even a thing. She feels a little like she's going to explode from some overload of "what the fuck"]

From the space? [THAT'S HOW ONE WOULD KNOW.] It's--space! You'd know! There's... stars. And stuff! [She's can hardly articulate a proper answer here in her flustered state.]

That doesn't seem very clear at all. Where does all the foliage fit in? [ Now he's just being difficult. ]

[She reaches out and pokes him-- his cheek, if she can, but she'll take is shoulder or an arm or whatever. Her brow furrows in a sort of accusing disbelief, like he's clearly hiding something from her here]

You're so lifelike, but you can't possibly be a real person.

[this is a normal turn to a normal conversation]

Ah, thank you.

[ After a slight delay, he frowns. ] I think...

[She sets her camera aside to reach up and take his face boldly in her hands, squishing his cheeks together as she watches him with narrowed eyes.]

Are you a real person?

[ His face is warm like faces ought to be, and his cheeks squish to a satisfyingly silly expression.

His words are somewhat distorted, but he answers honestly: ] I can't promise you anything, but I'll try to be.

[She stares at him flatly for a moment, before examining where her hands meet his skin. She's curious, half-wanting to reach out with her abilities and see if she could find something, anything that would get her some understanding of this strange man. He is warm, and she realizes with an embarrassed start that she sort of misses that kind of warmth from another person.

A week. It had been a week of not seeing the sun or another living person other than Mayu, and even then Mayu had kept disappearing. She was starving-- for food, for the sun, for touch.

But he's not Mayu, and this was already bordering on lewd what with the random face-touching, she doesn't need her weird longings adding to it. Face turning red, Mio snatches her hands back like she's been burned and crosses her arms over her chest, half-hugging herself instead. Her throat aches again.]

...You either are or you aren't. [You can't keep insisting on taking a middle-ground, Koumyou!!] You're either real, or I really finally cracked after-- everything. But I guess it doesn't really matter either way anyhow.

[Nothing matters etc etc ~~eat arbys~~]

[ He can almost imagine what Goudai would say if he were here as well, scolding him for causing trouble. He drops his gaze briefly before looking to her again.

After a moment, he reaches out and pokes her cheek. ]

You seem real, so I must be, too. That's a relief for me.

[She reaches up instantly to press a hand to her cheek where he poked, jumping in surprise. Her face turns a darker shade of red, expression flustered as she struggles with a response.

Who just went and said things like that? She doesn't understand why it'd be a relief, except maybe as a marker of his own sanity, but... it makes her feel warm all the same. Mio looks downward again.] Stupid. [She mumbles after a moment, her hand still on her cheek.]

...It is for me too, I guess.

Edited 2016-12-28 23:07 (UTC)

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