last_free_city Timid test run

[betterwithglasses]

1) [ During a lull in the battles, Shion can be found sitting on a bench in the Foundry District with a large, blocky weapon fastened to her arm. Apparently there is a lot on her mind, given the quiet muttering she was making. Occasionally she looks up and around, as if looking for someone while she does a little maintenance on the M.W.S. Care to interrupt the space case? ]

2) [ Shion's wanderings have found her in the Wards district, though she looked rather dismayed and concerned by what she saw. It was more than a little bit of culture shock - her own world was so much more advanced, even in the poorer areas. It was a little difficult to move around through the area, but she managed it - somehow. It's only a matter of time before she bumps into or trips over someone though. Maybe even literally. ]

3) [ Shion was not used to fighting on her own - though she was not a weakling by any means. Yet at the same time, she was prone to distraction, and when she fought, she had always had KOS-MOS with her. Had she made the right decision, coming to this place after handing KOS-MOS over on Second Miltia? Had sh- oh WHOOPS, not paying attention in battle costs Shion, as an attack knocks her back and onto her duff. ]

OW~!

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>_< It is. It really is.

[oforder]

[ Wilhelm leans his hand on his fist as she stumbles over herself, remaining quiet while she tried to backpedal. Despite Wilhelm almost never showing emotion, there was something distinctly amused in his eyes. ]

To the people here, it is likely fascinating, yet terrifying.

[ Just like Joshua. Or the "Gundams." Or E.S. Asher. Or, well, anything else here. ]

Shion, I must ask something of you.

[ Wilhelm then folded his hands together, and leaned his chin on his thumbs, his elbows on the table. ]

Vector does not exist here. You are not my employee in this place. I appreciate the respect and formality, but I would like you to relax. Can you do that for me?

[ Despite how monotonous Wilhelm's voice is, he made an effort to try to sound friendly. Getting her to trust him, knowing what everyone else from their universe here knows about him, would go a long way. And this was always a good start. ]

[betterwithglasses]

[ To the people here - oh yes, definitely. She considered this for a few minutes, green eyes darting up in surprise when she was addressed. ]

Ah - [ Relax. A- ha ha ha ha. She should. Why not? She bowed her head, sheepishly. ]

Yes. I'm sorry, sir. [ Wilhelm. Not sir. But rather than correct herself, she took a breath. ]

Of course you seem to have adjusted quite well here, yourself. Have.. you been here long? [ She was already trying to remember the last time she'd ever seen mention of the CEO - and it seemed a world away. Even back home it seemed a world away. ]

[oforder]

There is no need to apologize. [ Good, good. Some headway. He is hoping to gain her trust soon, and quickly. It will make it more difficult to believe everything Jr. will inevitably tell her, or so he hopes. ]

Only for a few days.

[ Wilhelm replies, folding his hands on top of one another on his desk. ]

Have you seen any others from our universe here?

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[ Quite possibly! But It will be nigh impossible when it hits the topic of Kevin. ]

I've come across a few, yes. Jr., and my coworker Allen - and KOS-MOS. I haven't come across anyone else yet.

I wonder, back home they must have noticed we've gone by now.

[oforder]

[ That's a topic he's not looking forward to, even if it's inevitable. ]

I'll help keep an eye out, then.

[ Even if it's for entirely self-serving reasons. ]

Besides your M.W.S., what else were you able to bring here, Shion?

[betterwithglasses]

[ Shion smiles at the offer. ]

Thank you, sir. Is there anyone you're hoping to see as well, that I can watch for in turn?

[ And a puzzled blink. ]

What else? It's just that - and my datapad, of course. I'm afraid I didn't have much time to pack anything when the Valkyrie came.

[oforder]

What about your A.G.W.S.?

[ Wilhelm leans forward a bit on his desk, leaning his chin on his fists. ]