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[achillesheels]

Who: Pyrrha and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: on the marsiva
When: now!

[Pyrrha wakes with a start. Stress and panic are apparent on her face, and she needs to take a few seconds to drop her face into her hands so that she can reorient herself and make an attempt at calming herself down. After a few deep breaths and several seconds to try to put herself back together, she pulls her head up and glances around, and then gets out of bed. She knows what a camera feels like, and she knows that there's one there. So, in the hopes that someone will hear her, she speaks:]

Um... hello? I'm not sure if anyone can see or hear this, and I'm not sure what's going on, but... I need some answers. Like where we are now. I'm Pyrrha Nikos, of Beacon Academy. [She pauses, considering what she wants to say next. Her voice grows stronger as she continues, too.] I demand to be released. I need to find my team—I'm not sure if they're here or not, but I need to find them. I was doing something important, too, so I apologize for being unable to stay.

[And for those on the Marsiva: Pyrrha's wandering around, though mostly keeping to herself. When she does approach people, though, she offers a subdued smile and a hello. She mostly wants to see if other people are doing okay, and also being kidnapped gives her something to focus on because people might? Need help. Also, she wants to get to know people.]

Comments

[kill_switch]

Atroma should be the ones worried about adding stress. That's hardly in your control.

[But she appreciates that the girl can apparently adapt; that's useful, in surviving.]

Has anyone talked to you about augments, yet?

[achillesheels]

Not yet, no. Or at least, not much. What should I know about them?

[kill_switch]

We all receive one when we first arrive. Dictates our role on our prospective ships. [She taps the back of her neck where the small lump of her own augment lives.]

Helps you understand the mechanics of this world. We didn't have any ships in my world - any that were serviceable, at least - but I can pilot the First Breath just fine.

[achillesheels]

So it's useful. [She'd appreciate someone asking permission before doing that, but that's obviously not happening here with the whole situation.]

At least you were given the abilities necessary to do what you needed to do. That specific part isn't so bad.

[And Blake told her to be careful using her semblance, but she doesn't intend on using her semblance for awhile right now, nor test what happens if the augment itself is removed.]

[kill_switch]

Small favors. Certainly better than letting us struggle without context.

Did you have anything like this in your world?

[achillesheels]

Not quite, no. While we had a fair amount of technology and made plenty of use of it, this situation is out of this world.

... Pun not intended.

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa chuckles lightly.] It's a jump, isn't it? Ships, systems, all the unimaginable miles in between.

[She's used to travelling over great expanses of vastness but even then it wasn't in a vacuum.]

You said you were from Beacon Academy?

[achillesheels]

Mm... it's an academy for Hunters and Huntresses, so we can learn how to fight. It's a wonderful school, with wonderful teachers and students.

[kill_switch]

[Now that's something new; the idea of a whole school to teach warriers.] Really? I'd like to see you fight, sometime.

[achillesheels]

Perhaps... sometime. I haven't felt much like fighting since arriving, though it may be a good idea to not allow my skills to get rusty.

[kill_switch]

There's not a lot of conflict here that I've seen, yet, but it's not a bad idea to keep in practice. I spar with my crew mate periodically, you're welcome to join us.

[achillesheels]

I... think I would like that. Once I've had some time to settle in, of course.

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa nods. She gets the need to acclimate.] When you're ready.

Did you find your friends?