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thelegion2017-04-12 09:41 am
hallaifyouherd) wrote in thelegion2017-04-12 09:41 am
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I greet you, my fellow Legionnaires.
[ The image accompanying said greeting is that of a young woman with pointed ears and tattoos across the upper part of her face, peering inquisitively into the camera. She thinks she's got this broadcast option thing down. ]
In case we haven't met? My name is Marjara.
[ Her lips quirk upwards, before her expression grows a little more somber. ]
I've been thinking something through. And I think I know what I want to do. But a little experience from other people who might have gone through similar circumstances would help. I think.
[ She's not going to ask them to choose for her. Gods knew she'd never let someone make her mind up for her before now, and she wasn't about to start...but learning about the shift? The consequences? The little things that came along with it that you might not initially think about? Might be worth the time to ask. ]
Have any of you lost a part of you, a limb or...something else of similar importance, and chose to have it replaced? Would you be willing to speak of what it was like for you?
If not, I still thank you for your time.
[ The image accompanying said greeting is that of a young woman with pointed ears and tattoos across the upper part of her face, peering inquisitively into the camera. She thinks she's got this broadcast option thing down. ]
In case we haven't met? My name is Marjara.
[ Her lips quirk upwards, before her expression grows a little more somber. ]
I've been thinking something through. And I think I know what I want to do. But a little experience from other people who might have gone through similar circumstances would help. I think.
[ She's not going to ask them to choose for her. Gods knew she'd never let someone make her mind up for her before now, and she wasn't about to start...but learning about the shift? The consequences? The little things that came along with it that you might not initially think about? Might be worth the time to ask. ]
Have any of you lost a part of you, a limb or...something else of similar importance, and chose to have it replaced? Would you be willing to speak of what it was like for you?
If not, I still thank you for your time.
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[Junkrat beams, full of teeth. He really does love it when people compliment his skills. It, uh, doesn't happen often, at least not genuinely.]
Oh, it felt strange ta begin with. Bein' able ta send messages ta yer fingers but gettin' nothin' back, that takes some gettin' used to. But I've had these fer years now, and if I'm not wearin' 'em, I'll reach fer somethin' and get all confused when it stays put!
[He laughs, wholeheartedly, not a lick of shame with the admission.]
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I imagine you would. I've had those days myself.
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Junkrat giggles, balling his hands into fists delightedly.]
Don't be too hard on yerself. Everyone's broken in their own way, even if ya can't see it.
[He lets out a more tame chuckle.]
Ya got somethin' ta barter, I'll make ya somethin'.
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[ She didn't bring much...but she's capable of crafting things as well. Maybe something useful, if the gardens prove to be of any help. Maybe something to help with that...perpetually being on fire thing he has going on. ]
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Junkrat gives her an animated shrug.]
What's yer specialty?
[Or so the art of bartering goes: a skill for a skill.]
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[ She lifts her hand into view, and a second later flames lick upwards like a candle being lit. ]
Magic.
If you want specifics, fire and lightning elemental spells, potions, and crafting certain weapons and armor. Although you may have me beat, in that regard.
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[It's a weird comment to make. Don't look too much into it. Junkrat rubs at his chin in thought and tries not to think about how jealous he is that she can just conjure fire out of nothing.
Though he already is. Another thing to not look too hard into.]
Tell me more aboooouuuuut...Potions!
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As to the sort of potions, it depends on the herbs I can find or grow here. I've some that can heal, tonics that can make you less vulnerable to various elements, and some variety of grenades.
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[He listens to the list of things, but once she gets to the end--
There's no debate.
Junkrat's dangerous grin grows slowly. Potions that work like grenades? Either they're chemical cocktails he already knows, or there really is something about this magic that'll make them different to him. Something to dissect and experiment with.
And to blow things up with.
That's always the most important part.]
Grenades! I want grenades. Ehehehehe!
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[ Not that she can see, anyway. Unless he meant the other kind of fantasy which...
Yeah, no, just ignoring that option. Check out that enthusiastic response. ]
Alright, grenades it is. Antivan Fire is pretty useful in a fight, I've found. We can start there, see how you feel about it.
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[That's Junkrat-speak for "I lost interest in this conversation so we're moving on."]
I need measurements. Wanna drop by me workshop or me habitat? Either works fer me. Habitat's a tad more comfy.
[No.
No it's not.]
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I'd hate to cause damage to your sleeping arrangements by accident.
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[He texts her the directions to get there. It's in with the living quarters, because no one told him he couldn't use it as a workshop.]
I'm pretty busy lately so drop me a message when y've got time ta drop by. Won't take too long.
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Oh. And I've completely forgotten basic manners. What should I call you?
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I don't imagine you'll be hard to spot.
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[What. What is that supposed to mean.]
Nah, mate, just look fer the fire at least a head over everyone else.