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[inquisitor_lavellan]

It was just another day on the job as a mercenary.

Scenario 01 - Genessia City - (not) breaking a leg

The pickpocket hit Alleyana's client and then ran like hell to get away from the armored elf at their side. It didn't do any good. A hooked chain snagged the thief around the ankles and then they were flying through the air, landing at Alley's feet.

While the thief was still dazed from that, Alley planted an armored boot on their leg and applied pressure. "Give it back," the elf ordered, as calm as could be. Once her client's money was back in their hands, Alley picked up her foot and unhooked her grappling chain, letting the thief limp off. That leg wasn't broken, but it would have been if the warrior had been trying.

Scenario 02 - Genessia City - no trespassing

Alleyana stood in front of a closed door, her shield bolted onto the flat bar that made up her left forearm. She stood facing out, at passerby, clearly blocking the way in. It wasn't a popular destination, just a little pawn shop, but her employer had wanted privacy... and so privacy they would get.

The scarred elf didn't have her weapon drawn, but her body language was clear; she didn't need it to stop anyone from getting in. And if she did? Well... maybe it was better to try a more diplomatic approach if one wanted inside. Or if one was just curious.

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scenario 2

[imalooter]

Of all the cities he'd paid a visit to here, Genessia seemed the most like home. Nova City was too modern, Everglade was too Sleepy Hollow, and Fayren belonged in a fairy tale. He supposed he could have looked into settling down in Attleton, but a few visits there was too much like suburbia. Fet hated the suburbs. So, Genessia would be his new home while he tried to figure this place out.

First, after the reports he's heard of the other places, and this place too, outfitting himself with some appropriately homegrown weapons was a good idea, and if the old man taught him anything, which he'd taught him a lot, it was that pawn shops were a great place to find things that can be modified.

Standing at well over six feet and broad of shoulder, Fet was well aware he cast an imposing shadow, but he came up short as he approached the door to this particular establishment. Was that...armor? A shield? Pointed...ears? There were elves in Fayren, he reminded himself. He pasted on a charming smile once he was within earshot, his Ukranian accent giving his words a melodious lilt.

"So, does this mean this one's closed today?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

The Inquisitor was accustomed to Avvar, who were usually taller and broader than this stranger, and Qunari, who were always bigger yet. But this was one of the larger regular humans she'd seen, certainly.

Alley tipped her head a little to one side to look up at the stranger, unperturbed. The shield bolted to her false arm, currently hanging at ease at her side, was huge and a bit... spiky. It looked like it weighed nearly as much as she did.

"Until my client is done, it is," Alleyana replied calmly. She wasn't automatically going to be threatening to someone just asking questions. Only if he tried to muscle past... that would be a mistake. "It could be five minutes; it could be an hour."

scenario 1

[firefandance]

Yukiko had finished getting everything she had needed for her other little venture. Things were going well at least and she was happy. However as she was about to head home, she had come across the whole situation and was honestly surprised.

Mostly because of the thief limping off. Whatever they had done they obviously hurt someone. "Did you really need to be that harsh?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Yes," Alleyana tucked the coiled chain away. She only had the one hand; her other forearm was just a flat metal bar from just below the elbow, down. "A bruised leg is nothing; that idiot will pick a better mark next time."

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[followthetwine]

Merrill was jogging through the streets, having found a cat and decided to follow it. Because it could probably lead her to even more cats. And she would have to live with cats since it seemed like even griffons didn't exist here.

But she recognized that grumpy look. Merrill liked to think she was good at picking out people by their grumpy looks. She had known enough grumps.

She stopped right in front of Alleyana. "You know if you smile more, people won't walk away."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley was, in effect, a captive audience! "Maybe I prefer they do. This ain't some diplomatic mission I'm on."

[followthetwine]

"But that's no way to make friends!" Merrill said. Because that was the important part.

"You look so... So... So intimidating here. Friends would fix that, you know."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"I'm here to do a job," Alleyana frowned, "not make friends. Were you... chasing a cat?"

[imalooter]

He frowns slightly in thought, nods, and takes a cigarillo out of his vest pocket and lights it, moving to lean against the side of the building as he does so. He clenches the smoke between his teeth, the wraps his lips around it, inhales, and lets the smoke out slowly. If he was going to be here a while, he may as well get comfortable.

"So, what's your story, huh? You don't see armor like that round here very often."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley glanced down briefly at her own armor. The metal was all dragonbone, tinted with silverite; the leather was all dragonhide. It was custom-made specifically for her, for the Inquisitor, and thus it was unique even on her own world. Not that wearing armor was odd there, though it was a bit odd to see an elf so well-geared.

"It's the kind of world I'm from," she said, back to watching passer-by, "more like Fayren, but with less pretentiousness. Mostly."

01

[toaster_puppy]

In a daze, the thief hobbled into Genos and bounced off with a pained gasp. Genos let him go with a stern stare at his back until the thief had disappeared around a corner. As tempting as dealing with him would be, he was more interested in the one that had taken the thief down. A vigilante? A bounty hunter maybe?

"Who are you?" As always, Genos was full of tact.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alleyana kept an eye on her client, but also took a moment to stare at Genos, too. Was that... armor? From the neck down?

"Alley. Who are you?"

[toaster_puppy]

"Genos." He looked her up and down, curious. No one dressed normally here or the world he came from, but he rarely saw full armor one someone that wasn't prepared for a fight. The scars alone suggested she was plenty capable.

"Hero, S-class." That meant little here. "Where are you from?"

He flat out ignored her client.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Thedas," Alleyana tipped her head a little to one side. "Does it matter? I haven't seen armor like yours before." Because what else would she assume a cyborg's body was?

[toaster_puppy]

"It would matter if I knew where or what that was." It was worth a shot. "As for my 'armor', it's my body, it's full robotic."

There went the hope of asking her if she'd seen more like him. He'd found no leads on the mad cyborg yet... Maybe that was for the best.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"I've never heard that word before," said the elf in plate and chain and leather armor.

[toaster_puppy]

Hm. Well different worlds also meant different levels of technology...

"I take it you don't know what a cyborg is?" Genos was starting to get used to that. It's not like he knew what she was. He could guess but he might not know what word she'd call herself.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"No," Alleyana moved a little, without even having to think about it, to stay in range of her client. "Not a clue."

[toaster_puppy]

Genos was still oblivious to how out of place his presence was.

"It can be hard to explain. I am mechanical." That was the short answer, he could go on for much longer. "What are you? Human?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

That startled a quick, sharp bark of a laugh out of Alley. "No."

She waited a moment, and then added, "...I'm an elf. Never seen pointy ears before?"

[toaster_puppy]

"I have, it's not clear what species they represent here. What can be an elf is just as varied." Genos had met three different sorts so far. Pointy ears were a common feature.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Have you met humans with pointy ears?" Boy was that a disturbing thought, coming from the world she did.

[toaster_puppy]

"Not yet, but I imagine it's a possibility here. I could have them myself if it served any purpose. I am not strictly human, however." Genos didn't need his appearance to be any more strange, not that he was the least bit interested in altering anything that wasn't for combat performance.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Yeah, I'm still unclear on what you are," since they were talking so bluntly and all, which suited her fine. She shifted to stay in range of her browsing client again, but didn't seem to be dropping the conversation.

[followthetwine]

"But that's the best time to make friends! It's how Hawke made all of hers," she paused, thinking, trying to remember how Hawke met everyone. "Well... How she met most of us."

She paused again, this time looking down the road she had just been running on. "I wouldn't say chasing it, no. I just wanted to see where it lived. Cats usually stick together, you see."