2153/Jedi and Ninja in Paragon City

Jedi and Ninja in Paragon City
Date of Scene:	03 May 2015
Location:	Paragon City <CoH>
Synopsis:	A wounded Yari meets Revan in Paragon City!
Cast of Characters:	414, 691

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Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari Takane /hates/ hospitals. The smell, the constant white of it all, and being unable to /do/ something useful gets to her easily. Thus it is that as soon as Yari has gotten permission to slink out of Confed Medical, that she's found her way to the rather active Paragon City. The ninja is decked out in civilian dress this time, a cute little sundress she picked up at a local shop. Thankfully /not/ one of the spandex numbers that seem so popular with the local superheroes. Yari can't understand that one.

Her mission today? Gather intelligence and get the lay of the city. She honestly has no idea of any Confederate-leanings on either side, and so, Yari is crutch walking her way towards the various statues that litter the park. Her dark skin is /far/ paler than usual, given her recent injuries, twintails bobbing along as she pauses before the statue of one of the heroes.

Miss Sparrowsong, a hero that stopped a major disaster in the city. Yari closes her eyes and smirks.

"...At least one can't say that the warriors here don't go unappreciated." It's a little much for her, but Yari Takane can enjoy the sentiment of remembering the past and the ones who helped raise civilization up so.

Revan (414) has posed:
     From the onset following a sudden rescue mission, Revan had been impressed.

     The technology was at once behind what she was accustomed to and yet significantly more advanced; there seemed to be holographic technology, yet many still made use of voice-only 'phone' devices. The transit system moved with almost glacial speed, yet interdimensional travel appeared to have been a long-accepted reality.

     But most impressive of all was that class stratification was far less pronounced that what Lowri had seen throughout her own galaxy. While there were certainly divisions within the city between the well-off and the...less-than well-off, the City of Tomorrow did not relegate its lower classes below the surface of its towers of glass and metal. It had its flaws -- the glow of the War Walls was a constant reminder of the constant threats the city endured -- but Paragon City was a vast improvement over Taris, even before the Sith bombarded the planet into rubble.

     And, of course, there was the decided lack of prejudice regarding 'aliens'. It was ironic, really; here was a city plagued by constant invasions by aliens, yet there were enough alien 'superheroes' that the populace seemed to regard them as no different than humans, either respecting their privacy -- or business when they were rushing to stop some bank robbery or other -- or else indulging a bit of star-chasing. And humans dressed peculiarly drew even less of a glance, enough that a woman dressed in Jedi robes went nigh-unnoticed.

     Lowri had left her cloak on the Ebon Hawk, wearing simply what amounted to a black long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and boots, with her lightsabers fastened to her belt and her platinum hair pulled loosely back into a thick braid. Had anyone from her own galaxy seen her, they might have assumed she was a simple padawan satisfying her curiosity on the plaques scattered throughout Atlas Park. And read them all she was, entering the information she read into her datapad. It might seem odd that someone would take the trouble, but there she was, clearly enjoying herself.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Really, it's /nice/ to not get odd looks. Even in her country's capitol, human-centrism runs fierce and hot. Yari is just glad she got tossed in with Gaius' Legion, one of the more diverse ones. Paragon's heroes and denizens have barely batted an eye, one or two of the more vocal and outgoing supers having offered a flight to the local hospital, or else some healing.

Yari, with a bit of a blush, is set down by a passing hero, a masked man resembling a mexican wrestler more than traditional superhero.

"Ah...thank you." Comes the ninja, coughing and lighting her pipe as the big man laughs heartily.

"All in a day's work, citizen! Enjoy your stay in the city, and please be more careful! Luche-man, AWAYYYYY!!!" Whooooosh! In a burst of super-powered flight, away goes the helpful Luche-man.

Yari leans on her crutch, shaking her head.

"...What an odd city." Sighs the Au Ra, before finally noting Revan. A glance goes to the lightsabers at her belt. Yari's head tilts in curiousity.

Then she notes the data pad. Hmm.

"Are you a tourist as well, Ma'am?" Comes Yari curiously, voice quiet but her overall demeanor sharp despite her uterly thrashed look. Military experience, perhaps? Yari offers a pipe, the woman already lighting another one as she juggles crutch, lighter, and pipes with tail and arm. It's a bit awkward.

She doesn't ask her /real/ question, but between the occasional glance and Jedi senses, it might not be hard to pick up on Yari's real interest here.

Revan (414) has posed:
     The Guardian finally looks up from her engrossment, the near-white bangs falling away just enough to give the ninja a glance at the eye hidden beneath them, and the fact that it's a starling light grey rather than the dark blue -- nearly violet -- of the other. Yet while the mismatched eyes might be unsettling for some, her smile certainly was anything but; a friendly smile which could encourage some of her trustworthiness. It might even make some assume she was harmless, thought the lightsabers went a long way to dispelling that notion.

     "I'm a bit obvious, aren't I?" Revan quipped with a soft chuckle. "It's nice to see another out-of-towner, if you catch my meaning. Enjoying the city so far?"

     In contrast to her demeanour and banter, Revan scrutinised the Au Ra in turn, using mostly her natural powers of observation with only a light touch of the Force to sense some idea of motivation and surface emotion. Unlike some Jedi, she found gauging emotion to be even more useful than surface thoughts. Simply taking in details could tell a person just as much as simple Force powers, but the two of them in concert painted a more complete picture. An Elite as she was, possibly a soldier, injuries which seemed to be combat-related. And while the Guardian had yet to meet even the majority of people in the Union, she knew better than to make assumptions. The ninja could be unaffiliated, or a part of the opposing faction...the one aligned with the Sith.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari, like a good ninja, tries to blend in when she can. Here? She attempts to do so by mirroring Revan's smile. It's far more subdued, the ninja still far too young and inexperienced to pick up the subtle cues that so often give her away: it's difficult to take the soldier out of Yari after having lived the life for so long. It doesn't help that she never /quite/ seems to relax, muscles always tense. Someone probably needs a chiropractor.

The lightsabers /definitely/ dispell the harmless notion. They capture much of Yari's attention, an equal mix of wariness and fascination.

"This is a..." Pause. How to put it politely.

"Colorful city. I've never seen one so shattered by war and strife, and yet is so filled with acceptance. I did a little reading into Paragon's history. There was an invasion. But these..." She flicks her own horns lightly.

"Only get me the occasional curious or admiring glance." Yari finally gives a genuine smile.

"I could get used to a place like this. Even if the local guardians are a bit...mmm...unusual."

As for Revan being out of the ordinary?

"You don't quite match the particular kind of 'colorful' that makes this city what it is. If I'd guess..." Yari turns, looking Revan over openly.

"Military. Maybe ex-military. Those boots look a little well-trod. Probably a traveller of some sort. Am I warm?" Sometimes, being up front and truthful can be as potent as the best deception.

Then she shrugs. "Sorry, I'm curious about people. I don't mean to intrude. Yari Takane." She pauses, rubbing her head, trying to remember the local greeting. There's a hand being offered.

Then there's a little wistful sigh.

"If I actually manage to grow old, I could retire in a place like this."

Revan (414) has posed:
     Blending in was a matter of either passing oneself off as a normal citizen or one of the city's superheroes and already-present inter-dimensional visitors. To her credit, the ninja blended in as well as anyone could have even as the Jedi appraised her.

     Though her own memories of military service had been fabricated by the Council, she could still rely on them to point out soldiers and the like out to her. The Garlean had not only the professional bearing which stood out, but the inability to truly relax hinted at that even more. Not enough for the casual observer, most likely, but those false memories told Lowri otherwise. That was what stood out more than even the Centurion's draconic features....which, strangely, seemed to be more common.

     "It certainly is, in more ways than one" the Guardian agreed with a slight grin, appreciative of the ninja's mental deftness. "It could be that being dramatically saved by all kinds makes them more accepting...or at least used to it."

     A curious expression crossed Revan's face. "I'm guessing you're discriminated against in your own world?" she asked, her own insatiable curiosity getting the better of her before her expression was replaced by one of slight chagrin. "Ah, sorry. I ask too many questions, sometimes."

     Pale eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. Those were some impressive observations. "I'm not sure one of these.../colourful/ uniforms would work for me," she quipped with a similar slight grin. "Heh...but I suppose you could say that. But I'm not the only one, right?"

     Yari was awarded a soft chuckle. "I'd be a hypocrite if I admonished anyone on being curious," she admitted before the friendly smile returned. "It certainly is a nice place," Lowri agreed. "Peaceful, but it has character."

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
There's a small frown on Yari's face. She waves her hand.

"Something like that. Humans hold most of the power where I'm from." Then, she shrugs.

"But I'm lucky. There's a very smart, very forward thinking human that wants to change things. And I believe he's capable of it. I just have to endure until then." Comes Yari, a hint of optimism in her voice. Not only a soldier, but perhaps the idealistic kind. She shrugs.

"Besides, if I hone my skills enough, that won't matter."

Another shrug from the lizard. "I'm in a talkative mood after being in a medica. It's fine. Sometimes it's good to talk about these kinds of things. You have a good ear, anyway."

Yari chuckles. "Not uncommon, or so I hear. When you're used to moving from place to place, it's hard to stop." A small sigh.

"But I'm being /too/ talkative." One final glance to the odd devices on her belt.

"I don't mean to pry, but what /are/ those?" She finally asks, tail flicking at the lightsaber hilts.

Revan (414) has posed:
     Though the other woman was, for all appearances, human herself, she nodded with polite sympathy. "That seems to be the rule for too many worlds, regretfully," the Jedi noted before she smiled again. However, a keen mind might discern that there was a great deal she was hiding, or at least obfuscating. While she projected amicability and understanding, there was something off about her reaction to that idealism, as of she had seen tragedies which might have been born from it.

     "'That's good to hear," Revan replied in contrast to that sense. "Sometimes all it takes is one person with a vision to crate a better world."

     Another light laugh, though there was something off about it, as if the Guardian was both amused, yet hiding something through it. Though whether that was her observations and scrutiny or something far darker was anyone's guess. "There's nothing worse than being laid up for a week. I can empathise. But I enjoy listening. Any chance I have to learn something, I tend to take. It can be a bad habit, I'll admit."

     But that earned another grin. "True. And it's hard to /not/ be curious, especially when you're thrown head-first into a much larger world."

     Then, she found herself in a position that she couldn't avoid; in fact, she probably shouldn't attempt to. Being a Jedi was essentially painting a deliberate target on one's back, a way to grab attention of the dark forces away from the powerless. It might not have been the most tactically-advantageous in every situation, but that came with the job.

     Revan feigned mild surprise, pale eyebrows raising slightly. "oh, these? My means of defending myself. They're called lightsabers."

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari clenches her hand, becoming slightly more animated. Or, at least, as animated as she can. Her tail swishes all the more. Though normally quite keen, it seems she misses that slightly off note on Revan's words and body language, too caught up in her own dreams to note it.

"Exactly! One day, the only thing that will matter is skill and dedication! What you work for and earn determine your place in society, not what you were born as! Then maybe we can settle down and..." Gulp. Yari blushes for a moment, looking away.

"Ahem! It's all about progress. With skill and determination, one can make their dreams come true." She nods to herself.

Someone's /definitely/ idealistic, there. She palms it off by latching onto another angle of conversation.

"Well it seems like you've come to the right city. Half the 'heroes' I talk to seem all too eager to talk about their home. I guess I don't blame them. Amazing it doesn't fall apart, if half of the rumors are true." Scowl! Just the thought of a bunch of lawless, worthless garbage tainting this admirable city gets her garlean blood boiling.

She rubs her head a bit. "Ah. The Multiverse. I'll give you some free advice: don't think too much about it. I about drove myself insane the first week. And don't go eating any strange fruits." Shudder. Bad times, that.

There's a little hiss of interest, Yari wobbling a little as she leans down a smidge to get a better look.

"Light...saber? A magic sword, then? I can't see a blade."

"Is that a common weapon where you're from? It must have a strange balance, unless the blade retracts. Is it really made out of light?" She might just sound a little bit like a kid right now, before this strange new concept!

Revan (414) has posed:
     As Yari became more animated, however, Lowri's chuckle became more genuine, or at least without the slight sense of off-ness. "That's a noble goal. If that kind of society already exists in some worlds, who's to say it's unattainable in others?"

     The Guardian grinned. "You've got a pretty positive attitude," she commented before her smile faded a fraction. "Still, be careful. Sometimes even the best of intentions can blind a person to what they do."

     Yet the moment passed quickly, and the slight smile returned. "There's a lot of culture and history here," Lowri agreed, though silently noting the scowl. "And you're right, most people don't seem to mind all the questions."

     At the advice, however, the Jedi laughed softly. "Different realities is a little new to me, but I like knowing how it all works. Even if the answer isn't easy to come by, I don't mind." She paused, then added with what might have been almost a giggle, "I'll keep the part about the strange fruit in mind, though."

     Once again, Revan chuckled lightly, unhooking the hilt on her left. "It's not magic, no. The hilt here..." she hefted the hilt, "Contains a crystal which channels light through it, forming a blade of energy when it's activated. There aren't that many substances it can't cut through. Right now it's shut off, so theres no blade."

     The pale-haired Guardian shook her head. Once more, she would have to essentially out herself...but ultimately, she would need to regardless of the circumstances. "It's not very common. Lightsabers are the weapons of the Jedi Order."

     And it wouldn't take a genius to connect the dots.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari crosses her arm. "While wariness has its place, if you don't believe in your dreams and those you work with, then you'll become nothing more than a living husk of a person. Passion is what keeps a person alive."

Then she smirks. "...I try to be self-aware, anyway."

She rubs her chin. "If you want to find out everything like that, it's going to take some time. There's too many worlds. It's a bit overwhelming, actually. But if you want to travel and learn about other worlds? You'll never get bored, at least." She chuckles just a touch.

And then she's focusing on the light sabers. Her eyes are a little wide her, trying not to /drool/ at what one could accomplish with such a weapon. Then she squints.

"It must have a terrible weight to it, though. Too easy to knock the user off-balance."

A shrug.

"But don't mind me. Jedi Order, hmm?"

She looks up to the darkening sky.

"Never heard of it. Have a nice night, Ma'am. You're fun to talk to, I hope we meet again." A little awkward bow, and she crutch-walks off!