001 ➳ audio + action.

[sinuosity]

Who: Nyssa.
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio.
Action: Around the Marsiva
When: 1/11.

[ A woman's voice, British-accented, commanding, level, says, ]

I am Nyssa, daughter of Ra's al Ghul. I intend to exact justice from our captors, these — Atroma. We are not playthings, and we will not be caged forever.

I will be indebted to those who fight beside me. [ a beat ] If you intend to stop me, your defeat is not only likely, it is inevitable.

[ and the audio clicks off, but a few seconds later on again, ]

If anyone knows how to remove these implants, I would be doubly grateful.



[ Nyssa is prowling about the ship, peering into empty or unlocked rooms, in the common areas. There must be something here she can appropriate as a weapon. Her bow isn't enough. ]





[ When she finds nothing, she returns to the gym, and can be found in her League uniform (sans weapons), either meditating or going through sword kata. ]

Comments

[grounds]

A little, yeah. [She closes the book and stands, moving to meet the newcomer. A slight smile plays on her lips, and she nods to the kitchen.]

Come on, you're probably hungry.

[sinuosity]

[ exCUSE does she look like a stray cat you can feed ]

[ Nyssa follows her, though. ]

[grounds]

[A deadly cat with sharp ass claws and a murder glare. It's why she's doing this.

Octavia puts the book on the counter before moving to the fridge to see what's there.]

I'm Octavia, by the way. What d'you need to know right now?

[sinuosity]

Nyssa.

[ She sits down first at the table, bow in sight, watching Octavia with curiosity. ]

I'm looking for my swords and arrows. They can be replaced, of course, but it's not the same.

[grounds]

[That gets a glance back as she closes the fridge, some cold, pastalike stuff in hand.]

Yeah, I know the feeling. My sword was gone when I arrived. I got a replacement, and it's great, but it's not mine.

[She rejoins Nyssa at the table after grabbing two bowls and two forks.] It sounds like they're not that easy to come by around here.

[sinuosity]

Thank you.

[ For the food. Nyssa waits until Octavia's seated to start eating. ]

Where did you get it from? Is there a blacksmith?

[grounds]

[It's cold pasta, but it's still good. She takes a bite and shakes her head, swallowing.]

Not that I know about. I mentioned mine was gone, and someone I spoke with brought me one. [A pause.] A friend.

[sinuosity]

[ She nods. ]

I would prefer to have my own made to my specifications. In the meantime — there's little risk here, isn't there? Most people I've met appear friendly, but tired.

[grounds]

Maybe toss a request out to the network, who knows what you'd come up with.

[Pasta's poked at with the fork before being eaten.] What risk there might be is pretty much negated by the crap that's been going on lately.

Weird dreams and people seeing your memories. It's pretty intense sometimes.

[sinuosity]

[ Raising her eyebrows, ]

What kind of dreams? Another of the Atroma's desire for entertainment?

[grounds]

More like a waking dream? It's hard to explain. But things turn into something that's important or represents the person. Mine turned into camp back home, and other people... sort of visit?

[Another bite.] Sometimes stuff sets off memories or experiences, and the other person sees them like they were their own.

[She gets off the chair, moving to the fridge again. This time, two bottles of water are brought out!]

Catch. [And one's tossed Nyssa's way.]

[sinuosity]

[ She catches the water bottle without trouble. This is oddly comfortable. ]

You live in a camp? Where?

[grounds]

[Octavia makes a mental note of that as she re-rejoins her.]

Earth, east coast of what used to be the United States. My world's not like a lot of what I've run into here.

[She takes a drink.] Born and raised in space, sent down to Earth one hundred years after a nuclear war.

[sinuosity]

I was born and raised in Nanda Parbat; it's in the mountains. If your world is mine then it may be the future.

[grounds]

Generally, I've been going under the assumptions that they're all different. It helps other people feel better about it, and some worlds here just make no damn sense. So odds of the future stuff are pretty low when you think about it that way.

[More eating. Girl's hungry, okay.] Can't say I've heard of your place, either. Sorry.

[sinuosity]

That's fair.

[ She smiles a little as Octavia keeps eating, and tucks in heartily to her own cold pasta. ]

Well, it is a secret castle in the mountains, I'd be surprised if you had.

[grounds]

[She points her fork at Nyssa.] It'd be a bad secret castle if I had.

[Octavia takes a drink of water before setting her fork down into her now empty bowl.]

But that begs the question: Why a secret castle?

[sinuosity]

[ She laughs, soft and girlish. ]

My father does not like outsiders. He has a vast library he wishes to protect from the world.

[grounds]

Like a library of books or what? I'm thinking there're better ways to hide those than a castle in the mountains.

[She's curious, and she has a feeling there's more to this than a secret stash of paper and print. The woman's get up, weaponry and bottle catching skills only increase her desire to know.]

[sinuosity]

You'd be surprised. We have books stretching back to when Alexandria was burnt. There's a lot men would do to get their hands on that knowledge.

[grounds]

My history's pretty spotty, but that was a long time ago, wasn't it?

[She leans back in her seat, taking another drink.]

So, what? You guard the books or something?

[sinuosity]

Eight hundred years prior, yes.

[ Nyssa shrugs, playfully. It's not often no one recognises the name Ra's al Ghul, and she's finding it.. exciting to pretend for a while that she's only half of what she is. ]

Perhaps I do. Or you can keep guessing.

[grounds]

[Octavia can't help smile herself.]

With no guarantee to tell me if or when I'm right? I think I'll pass. Plus, now's a good time to keep secrets while you can. Everyone's entitled to some of those.

[She pokes at her fork.] As long as you don't try to kill me in my sleep, we're good.

[sinuosity]

[ She laughs, again. ]

Very well. I'll kill you when you're awake.

[grounds]

Fair enough. If that happens, it's on me.

[Octavia hops from her seat, taking her plate and dropping it in the sink. Somehow they always end up clean by the next day. No point in actually washing them.]