We Are Our Avatars XI (Open)

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At Viyang's command, The girl took an exaggerated deep breath, held it for several seconds, then released. Afterwards she appeared calmer, only occasionally sniffling as she tried to wipe away the tears still on her face. She accepted the box of tissues from Edward with a "Thank you." and used them to clean off her face.

She yelped and fell over onto her side in response to the latest tremor.

"Ha, you didn't even flinch! I'm impressed!" She said as she backed off from the guard and turned to Viyang.

"Sorry cupcake, but this is about as calm as I get!" With a large grin on her face, she slowly walked up to Viyang, then extended her arm for a handshake. "The name's Gash."

She looked at the frightened girl and chuckled. "Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you. Eh... unless I don't see you and accidentally step on you or something."

OOC last post just in case it was missed

"Likewise." She nodded and made a soft smile.

"It must be that woman with the giant sword back in the portal room. She is quite loud."

Anik stood around, feeling a bit lost on what to do. She had thought about comforting the girl after all, but as she realized that several people already cared for her, she just listened.

Finally she produced a folding white cane out of her backpocket, which had been hidden by her hair, unfolded it and started carefully walking outside, until she stopped and hesitated. "How long until you can give me some clothes?" she said. "And I obviously don't have a home here. Is there some place I could stay?"

"You probably don't want to act like that outside of here. You might get arrested." the officer warned Gash.

Viyang looked at Gash's hand, but didn't take it. "Viyang Bel-Ae." she replied.

The guard who had previously spoken with Anik approached her, leading her towards the shops inside the port. "We don't have accommodation set up for people in your situation, but there are hotels and places like that. There's also a group for people that have traveled between universes in the area, so someone there might be able to help."

"Christ," Edward exclaims, "this place is so unsafe for kids, child protection agencies will have a massive fit," he helps the little girl up.

He nodded toward the sign that read counselling. "Plenty of people tumbled through at the same time back there. I'm going to check that out. See if there's a way out of here. I don't like being around civilians like this"

"Heh, good choice. I was going to crush your hand." Gash told Viyang. She looked around for a door. "Now how do I get out? I want to see your guards try to arrest me."

Shana looked for a map of some kind that would show where she was in the building, in addition to exits to the outside.

Edward turns his head towards Gash; afterwords towards the guards. In front of said guards he makes some hand gestures which could either mean he wants her to be sent to.... whatever violent hell hole she came from.... or something very lewd.

Anik let herself be led, hoping she might get comfortable clothing. She regularily switched between covering herself and not, not sure on what was appropriate.

"Hmm ... if I could get money, a hotel might be best. We're in the middle of a city, right? No hospitable wilderness around or something? ... umm ...

might be best to check out this group. Could you lead me there after we got clothes? Maybe someone of them would be able to accompany and help me if I need it."

"I wouldn't push your luck. You might get killed." the guard replied, pointing at the doors. "The way out is to the left."

Shana wouldn't see any sort of map, however the hall she was in was essentially just a straight line. It had been mentioned earlier, to Dalahar, that the exit was on the left after leaving the portal room, which Shana might have heard. There was also a sign informing her she was at Gate 2, and another sign overhead which pointed her to the exit. Both signs were bilingual, in English and French.

"We are in a city, yes. And there isn't any wilderness nearby, but there are nature reserves. And Mont Royal itself is less built up."

The girl stood up with Edwards help, giving him another "Thank you." After taking some time to dust off her clothes, she glanced around once more before meekly asking, "W-Where am I?"

Gash looked quizically at Edward. "You want to do what to me? Damn, you're nasty."

With that, she headed for the exit, but bumped into Tresh on the way there. She stopped in her tracks and stared at him- or his armor, rather- with an expression of complete awe. "Holy shit..."

The door labeled Counseling lead to a short hallway, which had a few more of the waiting room chairs along one wall and a plant on the other. At the end was as door with a Forster glass pane in it, open slightly.

Tresh looked down at the stunned woman. His cloak having fallen from his shoulders. He saw no reason to hide his armour. He was curious however as the woman wore stone, like a suit of rockrete. He wondered how she moved. "Stone eh? Never seen anyone make armour of that before." He grunted, stopping at the door to the counselling hallway.

Shana made her way towards the exit and patiently waited for the others to come.
"Sure would like to find a place to eat after we get out of here." She thought out loud.

Gash ignored what Dalahar said. "You just a golem, or is that actually armor?" She spoke slowly, still entranced by the suit.

"You're in Montreal, in Canada." one of the guards informed the young girl. "What's your name? Can you remember what happened to you?"

Shana would see a Tim Horton's near the port, through the glass windows, where she would be able to get food, assuming she could get Canadian money.

Edward coughs, shortly followed by him answering the little girl's question:"It's... complicated.... But the gist of it is that some weird and complex physics stuff happened which resulted in you being in an other Earth." Sadly realising it might make the little girl panic more, he follows up his answer with some uplifting reassurance. "But eh, don't worry. They said they might take a week to get you back. And if they don't, I'll do it myself."

From within the office came the sound of a chair scooting back. "Hello? Who is it?" a voice inquired from within.

Arriving at the shops, Anik would take everything the guard gave her, including long trousers, boots, a bra, a pullover and a coat, as well as gloves, scarfs and toque. Even though she did not really like clothes, being really really warm was more important to her right now. She hoped the guard had at least some fashion taste, as she had to fully trust him.

After they were done, Anik mentioned the group the guard had spoken about before again, asking to be led there.

The guard, having decided Anik would be sufficiently protected from the cold, led her to the counseling group's door.

"There's flesh under this armour." He began. "Not a golem. This is just mk IV power armour."
He heard the noise from down the hall and set off to find the source of the voice

Gash grabbed Tresh's wrist, and though she was considerably stronger than an average human she still might not be able to stop him. Either way, she would stay with him. "Where can I get one like it?"

The source of the voice was from inside the office. A small, slim woman in typical business wear was inside, standing up behind the desk and sorting some papers. "Need a consultation?" she asked.

When the woman grabbed his wrist instead of yanking her with him he turned around. Remain calm. She doesn't mean anything by it. "Lengthy process, genetic augmentation, gene forging, sub dermal layer to fix the armour to. Doubt they've got anything like this hear." He gestured around. "I wouldn't worry, armour doesn't make the soldier" he said as he turned.

When he arrived at the office that made the noise and as the small woman he looked at her. "Getting a lay of the land, like to know my surroundings. Consultation for what?" He asked standing in the doorway, bending down to peer in

"Nnn... Nina. I think that's my name." The girl replied to the guard, seeming to be having some trouble recalling her name. She shook her head in response to his second question. She listened to Edward speak, tilting her head to one side as he did. After he finished, she closed her eyes and her head rolled back, snapping back into righted position with her eyes opening a moment later. "It feels like I'm supposed to be here." Now to find out why...

She found Tresh going into the door labelled "Counseling" and walked after him. She approached the woman behind the desk.
"Excuse me? What is this 'counseling?' Is this some psychiatrist?"

"Some people, especially those that come here by accident, have a hard time adjusting to this world. They need someone to talk to, to help them adjust or deal with where they came from. I'm here to help if you want to talk about anything." the woman explained calmly to Tresh and Shana, ignoring Gash. She looked past Tresh to the guard leading Anik in. "Is she alright?"

Arriving a little after the huge armored man, Tresh, Anik recalled his voice (especially because it came from such a height). Now fully clothed, however still wearing the colorful blindfold, she tried to stand next to Tresh, so she could understand more.

Not sure who else was there, she chimed in the conversation between Tresh and the consultant:

"Hello, my name is Anik. I'd like to know where people like us, who just arrived here, could stay.
And ... I would need someone to accompany me, so I can learn the lay of the land as well ..."

I wish there had been something like this where I arrived last time ... she thought.

Just like Cyrene
The pardoner of the serrated Suns, Cyrene. Space marines weren't troubled by their actions or ther was the general idea, the truth they were just as
Vulnerable to mental damage as the next person they just had a better outlet for it. "some kind of pardoner? Hmm I think adjusting won't be a problem."

Tresh resides he is blocking the door and stands to one side of the door, waiting outside. "I can still hear." He said to anyone who asked

"You can't remember? Well, that's an issue. What about... your family? Your home? Can you remember those things?" the guard asked Nina.

Viyang sat down on the floor nearby, having decided to keep watch over the girl, since she had nothing better to do and since Nina was likely the most vulnerable of the interdimensionals.

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