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[heirtothedragonsfire]

A multiversal plane is not an every day occurrence. Aliens, zombies, sentient robots... they're not a familiar sight either. Despite all of this, Isidor Briar Durant strides into this unfamiliar territory chin up, tailored suit, heels clicking against the ground, as if she owns the place. Viatorus follows nervously behind her, offering her answers whenever the smallest spark of confusion appears in her eyes as she scans area. She takes her time about putting names and terms to the things around her. It is important. She needs to be more than just informed about the Nexus, she needs to be familiar with it.

And then, when she decides she's ready, her intense examination changes with a blink. Isidor clasps her hands together and smiles, becoming the picture of a friendly stranger. "Hello. This is an exciting place, isn't it? Full of interesting people, I'm certain. I'd very much like to get to know you. Your name, a little bit about you and where you come from, maybe."

Comments

[juststeverogers]

"...That's really neighborly of you, Ma'am." There's a slim blonde sitting on a nearby chair who pulls himself up and wanders over, wiping the graphite off his hand from his sketching so it's not so dirty when he extends it in greeting.

"Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Oooh, subtle." Apparently even Isidor can only scare so much of the sass away. They both get friendly smiles, and V gets a wave. Maybe she would have dressed up more if she'd known Isidor was going to be around today; as it is, they'll just have to deal with her doing a Brigitte Bardot in a striped boatneck shirt with black pants and flats. (Why yes, she does own a dozen striped shirts, and yes, they are all different.)

"Still, not the worst first question I've heard here. A for effort." Please oh please let this be understood to be meant as friendly teasing.

[onemorebounty]

*The greeting catches the ear of an athletic woman who, recognizing Viatorus, decides to approach. It isn't until she draws near that it's quite apparent how tall she is, easily 6'4" without the nuisance of heels. The snug blue garment she wears reveals a lean, lithe physique that moves with predatory grace.*

Samus Aran. I'm a bounty hunter, among other things, in the Facet I come from, and I've been in the Nexus off and on for more than an Earth decade, so I know a bit about the local terrain as well. Welcome to, by the way.

[sumarusfinest]

"Katsuya Suou, Ma'am." Quips a well dressed police officer who is patrolling the area. He adjusts his tinted sunglasses as he approaches, before offering her a polite shallow bow, and just to be safe, when he stands upright again holds out a hand in way of greeting.

It's just best not to assume what regard is considered polite to whom in the Nexus.

"I see you're new to this place. You can rest easy, as there is a field preventing danger within the perimeter of the forum. I'm a violent crimes officer from a version of Japan. Have you had any trouble finding anything since your arrival?"

[westfallcorndog]

Not only one person he's never met, but two? Boy howdy, this is his day! Harrowheart approaches eagerly with a smile on his face. His casual plaid shirt and khaki shorts contrasts starkly with the deadly serious runed axes he wears at his belt. For this prim and proper lady he offers a hand to shake. A cold, dead, detached hand which floats of its own accord, bound to his severed wrists only by wisps of blue magic. He offers nervously-lingering Viatorus a hand to shake as well, so long as he doesn't mind shaking lefty-style.

"I'm Harrowheart!" he says without further prompting. "It's great meetin' folks here, ain't it? I think that's half the fun. The other half is all the neat tech. You ever used a phone?"

[bestdadinamestris]

Hold on. Is someone else stepping into the Nexus and immediately trying to gather intelligence? Because a certain intelligence officer is going to need to have a conversation with the one posing the questions.

"Well, then, haven't seen you around here before." The man in the blue military uniform, glasses, and a bright smile seems very upbeat as he approaches. His statement is directed at the woman in front of him, though he makes note of and nods to the shy man behind her. While he may not have spoken to Viatorus, the military man certainly knows who the Dreamwalker is.

"Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes," he offers after a beat. A hand is also extended in greeting. "It's nice to make your acquaintance, miss...?" That slight downward tilt of his head as he asks suggests he's looking for more than just her name, if she's any good at drawing conclusions from subtle hints.

[voidedman]

There's an odd sound from the entity she chose to talk to. Perhaps, from the back, he merely looked like a tall stranger in a black coat, but as he turns, his from oddly clips into the surrounding environment, his form jumping and starting in surprise that someone talked to him.

It almost seems as if he's fading, before he sharply pulls himself back together, staring down at her. A very tall... being.

And he signs quickly, still startled.

Madam? You see me?

[smartass_captain]

"Captain Jim Kirk, ma'am. It's a pleasure."

Well isn't this a clean cut young man in what is clearly some kind of uniform. Military perhaps? He's a Captain of something, that's for sure. And he's wearing a very practiced diplomatic smile.

"First time here?"

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

Were you expecting a normal person and not a 8-foot tall Victorian-styled construct? Were you expecting a more monotone voice rather than her breathy accented voice? Were you expecting this commentary prelude to have a point?

"I am a doll, ergo I do not have need of a name. I dwell within the Hunter's Dream, to aide and comfort the Hunters who come to linger within."

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

"Mind if I ask to what purpose you want this information?" This comes from a woman in a loose black robe floor length, the hood down, revealing a pale face, yellow, faintly lit eyes, and a long handle attached to her belt, with a silver gloved hand resting on her hip.

Her voice is accented, close to some variant of English, and her body language is relaxed, if guarded as well.

"...I do apologize, but I've led a life that, especially recently, it pays to be bloody cautious."