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Who: The Exle (

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What: The Exile's adventures and misadventures in a world she wishes she wasn't in.
When: October
Where: All over
Warning(s): Just her sarcasm.

Wyver streets

[ If she's going to be stuck in a quaint little town in the middle of summer, the the Exile is going to make sure to make the most of it. "The most of it" meaning that she will be doing her best to do as little as possible whenever she's not taking mercenary jobs, tuning herself to the Force and being a general annoyance.

All in all, she has less time than she had thought to laze around, but she's certainly committed to both find and make the most of said time.

So she can be found on a corner, sitting cross legged surrounded by children. Most of them are there just for the show, but others bring her things. Small mechanical toys and what not that have stopped worked for some reason or another and which the Exile fixes diligently while listening to stories of the city and it inhabitants. Kids see things, after all. They'll tell her stuff the more untrustworthy adults won't.

She also makes some wooden dolls dance with the Force, so it's a good show all around. ]

Okay, what's next? And no, I'm not fixing your father's heating engine.

Thesa Station Observation Room

[ Be it by choice or by the very nature of her world, the Exile is drawn to the stars. Not that she can really go out there and travel (which she sometimes really, really wants to do) but at least there's a big observatory deck from which she can try to chart the stars and try (and fail) to find some semblance to her world. It this place a different iteration or a completely new beast altogether? It's not the sort of question she thinks will yield any useful answer, at least not to her, but it's a good way to not think about the fact she's stuck down there.

Also, drawing large star maps is a very cool activity when you know what you're doing. She's working on some fancy 3d hologram thing that resembles the star maps of her world, so that's a plus. ]

Maybe some constellations? You'll be... [ She starts connecting some stars on the section of the map she's charted. ] ...the Hutt's tail. Sorry, but someone's gotta draw that short stick.

[ She might also be looking for an excuse to give horrible names to things. ]

A watering hole in Wyver

[ There's cantinas everywhere and while the Exile has never been a heavy drinker she has to admit to herself than the quiet of the place she picked is exactly what she needs. The music is easily tuned out, the patrons want nothing to do with her and she's drinking the equivalent to grape juice, so it's not like she's about to cause some trouble.

The fact she's making her drink slowly spin on the table shouldn't be a cause for concern either.

She's not showing off though; the fact her connection tot he Force has been weakened is evident to her and it bothers her far more than she lets on. It's a good thing in the sense that she feels less like a monster, but it's also a bad thing when she considers the fact that anything but her best might not allow her to thrive in here. Better make good graces with whoever can fix her situation soon.

Meanwhile though, she needs to keep herself sharp.

But the Exile gets a little too sharp maybe, because suddenly the glass shatters (without spilling drink all over her, thankfully) and she feels kind of silly. ]

I'm going to need a sturdier mug. And an actual drink, I think.

Wildcard

[ Idk surprise me? ]

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[The tavern - it's likely not called that but far be it for Fitz to not think of it as such - is a familiar thing, even if he can't find anything worth drinking. But this is the man who used to get good and sauced on blackberry brandy, so it's not like he actually has any taste.

He sees her come in, and takes his time. Watches her.

And then watches her mug shatter. She's a quick thing, to not get any of her drink on her, and Fitz is there is a moment.]

You've a grip to kill a man.

[ The people of Wyver are a bit more to Morrigan's initial liking than the Olympians, though the latter have treated her with quite enough civility over the past few months. Trust is never something to be handed out the way some give gifts during Satinalia, but there is a both a fierce pride and a wildness in Wyver, both of which appeal on an instinctive level.

Setting out to learn Wyver the same way she explored Olympia, she weaves a path through the streets. A woman surrounded by a small audience of children catches her eye, if only because wooden dolls dance as if of their own accord.

She watches for a few minutes from a distance, but once the crowd starts to disperse she approaches, gesturing to the dolls. ]

No clever sleight of hand, I suspect. Are you a mage?

[ She looks up, apparently not surprised at all that he's there, and shrugs. ]

Maybe I just have terrible luck with mugs.

[ She'll find the Exile leaning back, eyes closed in meditation before the more kids come running tocrowd around her. A faint smile crosses her face when Morrigan speaks. ]

It's always entertaining when someone from the public tries to figure how it works.

[ She then opens her eyes, giving her a shrug that doesn't do much to answer her question. ]

The more people ask me that the less sure I am, to be honest. What is magic, when you get to the bottom of it really.

[ Even if the Exile was fairly certain Diana was a warrior just by the way she handled herself, after trading blows with her she can safely say that she grossly underestimated her skills. For someone to hit as hard as she does with such ease, it made her think of the few people that had managed to fight her on equal footing back in her world, but Diana is no Sith, not a Force user. Whatever she can do comes from her world, which makes her wonder whether others are like that back there. Or were, if you want to get sad about it.

Whatever, it was an educative and humbling experience, one that makes her value more the time she spends with the woman. She did send her flying several meters at least once though, so that was fun.

With that out of the way (although she is going to need a good deal of mediation to heal the bruising that is sure to show tomorrow), they decided to move their little outing to the next step. For the sake of picking an actual good place, Exile is letting Diana pick the place to eat. As they walk down a street the Exile can't help to put a hand on her stomach, already complaining for the lack of food. ]

Nothing beats a good meal after some intense sparring. Where are we going, then?

Is that it?

[He sits, and the barkeeper looks him over. He clears his throat and thinks for a moment.]

A beer?

[He says it like a question. The barkeeper gives a laugh and hands it over.]

[ This is not the first person she has met who has a seemingly magical ability and does not appear to think of it in those terms. Ultimately phrases used matter little to her, but the power itself intrigues.

Arms folding loosely over her chest, she feels her lips slant. ]

What do you call it then? Or are we to play coy?

( oddly enough, Diana had found it fun as well. her mother had always feared the heat in her blood, her love for battle — for her part, Diana was not afraid of loving the heat of the moment, the thrill of a fight. it made her feel alive, it was a testament to all her training, it was truly what she was meant for and she felt it keenly with every blow.

she didn't see anything wrong with enjoying battle, as long as her fondness didn't have her starting them with people undeserving or incapable. Exile was neither of those.

the amazon princess still wears a little flush from their sparring, a brightness to her eyes that most assuredly comes just as much from her delight as it does the thrill from trading blows. her hair is pinned up still from their fray, though it's falling now in bits and pieces. she doesn't seem to care. )

What sort of meal do you take after battle? ( Diana inquires, curious. she knows a few places, and will pick one best suited to her companion. )

What else could it be?

[ Come on, take a gander. ]

A beer. Another beer, please.

[ And off he goes to bring her the desired beverage. ]

How have you been? Found ant new words?

The Force.

[ The Exile makes a "yeah, I know" face. It's not the flashiest name ever, but when you grow up using that name it becomes next to impossible to think of any other. ]

Coy doesn't take anyone too far in a conversation.

[ The Exile has no concerns for unkempt hair, her own flowing free. All the unwilling adventuring she's been subjected as of late has left it a bit larger than she's used, but there is no immediate need to care about it, so she doesn't. ]

After battle? Usually whatever happens to come to mind faster or it's easier to get a hold on.

[ Life on a spaceship made meals something of a standard and she never really visited planets for their cuisine, so the chance to try something different and possibly exciting is actually quite new. ]

Literally anything we don't have to kill ourselves will do.

[ She's not picky. ]

( Diana laughs. ) An undemanding palette, I see. ( not a bad thing. Diana herself tends to be fairly easy going, though she will confess to not enjoying much of the modern food Steve had introduced her to. it settled oddly in her stomach, too much grease and oil. )

My sisters were all different. Iphito would never touch meat before or after battle, she said it sat in her stomach like stone. My aunt Antiope would eat whatever she could reach, claiming nothing could sate her after victory.

( her tone is wistful, a little sad, speaking of family she cannot speak to or reach at the moment. Antiope is farther from her than all the rest of the Amazons, at that. her aunt had been taken from her far before the storm took everything else. ) As for me, I like something filling, but not heavy. Does that suit you?

I've had to go on without food to pick from before, you kind of learn to just go with whatever you can get your hands on.

[ On her end of things, the other Padawans and Jedi Knights were trained like her, therefore they all basically had no food preferences whatsoever. Revan wasn't precisely focused on leading a culinary revolution. ]

Sounds perfect. Lots of it, even better than perfect.

I'm sorry to hear that.

( Diana has rarely ever suffered for want of anything, being a princess. the first she saw of shortage was only once she started along the battlefronts of the world war, and truly the memory of those is still enough to shake her. it's unfortunate to think of someone suffering without such a basic need.

as for now, neither of them should need starve. Diana nods, and when they hit a corner she starts down another street, walking backwards for a few steps until she is sure her company is following. she's clearly leading, now, all Exile has to do is follow. )

I am sure they can manage lots of it if you are willing to pay for it. Restaurants are that way.

Don't be. It was self imposed. I'm not calling myself "Exile" for the added flair.

[ it's always easier to make fun of it rather than accepting what happened back then. Besides, a decade of hard living in isolation has made her rethink much of what she believed to be true.

She's not precisely good at following, but Exile does so regardless. ]

I'll give money where it's due. Can't let you pay for both of is anyway.

[He's next to her, then, and his lips curve a little in a smile.]

Trying to find out who did the thing that made us end up here.

[But-]

You would be surprised at how much people refuse to talk.

And you?

Got anything? So far I've heard a lot of nonsense, not to mention most people are just happy to be alive still.

[ She shrugs, her annoyance showing. ]

People just move on.

Nothing really. People were afraid of dying.

[Fitz just shrugs a little. Oh. Look. Beers. He takes one and takes a drink, pleased for a moment by it.]

Do you think we'll move back?

It's a bit difficult to be afraid when you don't even know what's happening until after the fact.

[ She stares at her beer for a moment before taking a sip. ]

To Olympia? Maybe some. There's a whole lot of political undertones going on that we're not exactly privy to here.

Well.

[He takes another long drink.]

I'm glad to not be involved in that.

[Politics are complicated and he did not want to be involved, and he won't lie about it.]

[ The second sip is more like a full swing. ]

It's a pain, but knowing what's going on might be an acceptable trade off. I'm not quite convinced myself yet though.

( Diana considers that silently. she supposes she is an exile of sorts herself, extricated from Themyscira by her own decision to leave in attempts to follow a duty the queen no longer believed in. she understands the logic, though she also isn't sure she agrees.

food was a vital part of every existence. walking the path of an exile didn't except you from it — the idea of not having much was still a little sad, no matter her flippancy.

she decides to respond to the second bit instead. ) Oh? Can't you? Is this not how this sort of thing works? ( she's bluffing: Diana has no idea how a "date" works, if this could even be called that. she's never been on one, and the amazon idea of courtship was ... . . .. . shall we say, different. )

You're going to need another drink if you plan on doing that.

[Oh boy does he know.]

Maybe I will. Won't you?

[ Don't make her drink alone, that would be just pitiful. ]

[ It's easier to make jokes of the most traumatic thing that has ever happened to her with someone that has no idea. Sure as hell she wouldn't do this with Atton or Bao-Dur, specially not the second. ]

I mean, I could, but where would my manners be?

[ Exile's idea of courtship is to steer away from it as much as possible, to say the least. She's bad for people, the end. ]

One day you'll treat me to something and then I'll do the same, but for now I think it's best to just split it even, don't you think?

( if you want the full and honest truth, Exile, ) To me it matters little. Whatever suits you.

( at least you aren't like Bruce, who will determinedly try to pay for everything if she doesn't grab the check before he can. and she may be a demigoddess but he's surprisingly quick, that guy. )

On Themyscira we shared all. There was no need for money.

Well, you can treat me to something other time.

[ She's not even kidding. ]

I know a few folk that might feel light on the head just by hearing that. Back the Temple--

[ Ah, but should she dwell on those memories? ]

I grew up on a similar mindset, although we always knew there were rules to the world we had to follow when we ventured out. Nothing as simple as isolating yourself and ignoring them either.

We shared all, though that was not to say there were no rules.

( there were, and all made by her mother. for the health and prosperity of them all, she had been told, ever since she was a very small girl. now... seeing what she has of her mother, and her refusal to participate in their duty, Diana is forced to question. )

I wonder what my mother would say of me now, disobeying so many of her commands. ( was she more of a sorrow than a joy, now? it is sad to consider that she may never know. )

I'm not getting fall down drunk, not here.

But I'll have one more.

[He's setting the limits. Also, getting really drunk - drunk enough to fuck this up - means lowering his defenses in a place he doesn't know well.]

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