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♕ 01 • Arrival
♕ I. Action [The Bay]
[Lotor emerges from the pod in confusion, accompanied by a sleepy (and slightly grumpy) cat, who is curled around his neck. Lotor is also sleepy (and possibly also grumpy). He's on guard, too. He's never had the experience of not knowing where he is before. It looks like he's on a planet. Where is the fleet? Has he been abducted? Wary, he draws his blade, in case there are enemies nearby. At least he's still armed.
Once he has his bearings and is relatively sure that there are no enemies here ready to attack, Lotor reads the pamphlet. He listens very closely to the welcoming speech given by the hologram. The warning about tampering with the hologram is very clear. Well—Lotor doesn't intend to tamper. He just wants to learn a little more about the device and how the hologram is generated, which is why he leans in close and runs his claws across the surface of the stand.]
Hm, I wonder what the energy source is.
♕ II. Action [Genessia City; Library]
[There's a child in the library who has surrounded himself with a massive array of books. They are stacked on either side of him, as well as in front of him, and his attention shifts from book to book quickly. He leafs through one quickly before abandoning it in favor of the next.
His cat, Kova, is still with him, lounging and dosing on the table Lotor has commandeered. Is this child taking up residence? Are cats even allowed in the library? Regardless of how well he's following the library's rules, it's definite that no one is allowed to eat the books, which is what Kova starts doing when he rises, stretches, and starts to nibble on the corner of a page.
Lotor idly waves the cat away.]
Kova, no—I know they're primitive, but they're information retrieval devices.
♕ III. Network: Text
[Having the ability to make a general public transmission of his own, with no oversight? It's new for Lotor, and it's exhilarating to be free from authority, so he wastes little time in making use of the network. Really, what is it if not another source of information?]
I want to know about the others who were brought here. Tell me, what is your name, rank, and planet of origin?
[Those are decent, basic questions to start with.]
♕ IV. Action [Nova City]
[Wandering and exploring his new surroundings has taken up a lot of Lotor's time. He now finds himself in Nova City. Nova City feels a little more like home, if it still isn't quite like living on board a giant warship. Walking past the shops and other businesses, Lotor peers curiously into the windows. Kova, even more tired now, is lying on Lotor's shoulders, asleep. It occurs to Lotor that he should find somewhere to stay soon—for Kova's sake, at least. He needs to take proper care of his animal.
In front of a café, Lotor stops short and stares through the window. Inside, people are seated at tables, eating. The food here is so strange, but he's suddenly so hungry. He remembers the red bills that he found when he woke up. He should be able to use them to buy things. But he needs to determine if this alien food is edible. As if sensing his thoughts, Kova opens his eyes and mews wearily. He's probably hungry, too. Lotor straightens, determined. He's the one in charge here, so he's going to handle this situation.]
Don't worry. I'll find us something we can eat.
[Lotor emerges from the pod in confusion, accompanied by a sleepy (and slightly grumpy) cat, who is curled around his neck. Lotor is also sleepy (and possibly also grumpy). He's on guard, too. He's never had the experience of not knowing where he is before. It looks like he's on a planet. Where is the fleet? Has he been abducted? Wary, he draws his blade, in case there are enemies nearby. At least he's still armed.
Once he has his bearings and is relatively sure that there are no enemies here ready to attack, Lotor reads the pamphlet. He listens very closely to the welcoming speech given by the hologram. The warning about tampering with the hologram is very clear. Well—Lotor doesn't intend to tamper. He just wants to learn a little more about the device and how the hologram is generated, which is why he leans in close and runs his claws across the surface of the stand.]
Hm, I wonder what the energy source is.
♕ II. Action [Genessia City; Library]
[There's a child in the library who has surrounded himself with a massive array of books. They are stacked on either side of him, as well as in front of him, and his attention shifts from book to book quickly. He leafs through one quickly before abandoning it in favor of the next.
His cat, Kova, is still with him, lounging and dosing on the table Lotor has commandeered. Is this child taking up residence? Are cats even allowed in the library? Regardless of how well he's following the library's rules, it's definite that no one is allowed to eat the books, which is what Kova starts doing when he rises, stretches, and starts to nibble on the corner of a page.
Lotor idly waves the cat away.]
Kova, no—I know they're primitive, but they're information retrieval devices.
♕ III. Network: Text
[Having the ability to make a general public transmission of his own, with no oversight? It's new for Lotor, and it's exhilarating to be free from authority, so he wastes little time in making use of the network. Really, what is it if not another source of information?]
I want to know about the others who were brought here. Tell me, what is your name, rank, and planet of origin?
[Those are decent, basic questions to start with.]
♕ IV. Action [Nova City]
[Wandering and exploring his new surroundings has taken up a lot of Lotor's time. He now finds himself in Nova City. Nova City feels a little more like home, if it still isn't quite like living on board a giant warship. Walking past the shops and other businesses, Lotor peers curiously into the windows. Kova, even more tired now, is lying on Lotor's shoulders, asleep. It occurs to Lotor that he should find somewhere to stay soon—for Kova's sake, at least. He needs to take proper care of his animal.
In front of a café, Lotor stops short and stares through the window. Inside, people are seated at tables, eating. The food here is so strange, but he's suddenly so hungry. He remembers the red bills that he found when he woke up. He should be able to use them to buy things. But he needs to determine if this alien food is edible. As if sensing his thoughts, Kova opens his eyes and mews wearily. He's probably hungry, too. Lotor straightens, determined. He's the one in charge here, so he's going to handle this situation.]
Don't worry. I'll find us something we can eat.
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( How do you describe milk to someone who has never tried it?? )
Even some humans have difficulty digesting it.
( She feels a pang of guilt for potentially deterring him like this, but she wanted to make sure he was certain!! )
But if you're sure.
( At which point, she outstretches her hand. )
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I'm a Galra. We have powerful physiologies.
[This does not necessarily mean he can eat anything, but how will he know unless he tries?]
I'm sure. Take me to where I can find this dairy.
[When she reaches out her hand, Lotor just looks at it. His arms remain at his sides.]
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Italian it is!!Integra thought she was being polite, but has to wonder Lotor doesn't immediately reach out for her hand. Is it not a custom in his world? But she isn't about to press the matter, and simply drops her hand to the side. )Alright then, follow me.
( It dawns upon her that anywhere she took him probably wouldn't appreciate Lotor bringing his cat indoors, but she'll find a way to settle the matter when they arrive. )
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I'm Prince Lotor. And this is Kova.
[He indicates the cat, who seems to perk up at the sound of his name.]
What is your name and rank?
[He hasn't seen any reason not to offer up his rank here; Galra are usually identified by rank, in his experience.]
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Well. In my own world, I served as a knight and brigadier general to my country. Here, I've been asked to work as a deputy guardian in Attleton.
( She isn't certain how much he knows about the individual cities, yet, and isn't about to assume. )
However, you may call me Integra.
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Knight and brigadier general? You're a high ranking military officer, then. As prince, I have received the training of a Galra warrior.
[Lotor is used to interacting with high ranking military officers, so he's completely at ease with the idea.]
What does it mean to be a deputy guardian here, Integra?
[He's not used to calling people by their first names, in this casual style, but he takes to it immediately.]