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Kushiko Occasionally, there are times in which one does not devote themselves wholly to the art of training, killing, gathering supplies and the like for the Tenno. After the incident on Fenris, for the time being Kushiko had taken a precaution to avoid being so /overt/ with her frame.

Yet there was some nagging sense of curiosity; not like some others could indulge in but all told, it did her well to actually mingle with people beyond simple combat comrades and such. Besides, given her frame and the like /was/ recognized for bloodily mauling the crap out of a certain cultist it made things easier.

Besides all this, there was a sense that some topics were not completely addressed--not by the Space Marines, Mortimer or William, but by that one one, the one in the mech. It was a very nice mech but back at the village which was now largely cleared of corrupting influences, the black and purple feminine figure of Valkyr stood silent vigil over the remnants of that altar being taken away and purged.

That woman, Yulia wasn't it? ... probably should be over her migraine the Warframe's Operator imagined. She might have to find her after this, or she'd come to her. Hm.
Yulia Koslova     Probably. Mostly. A hefty dose of headache-dulling meds, both in pill form and in nasty-tasting herbal infusion form, along with an enforced nap, have forced the migrane back into a mild aches that Yulia can mostly ignore.

    The young woman emerges from the resident Iron Priest's tent sometime later, not exactly refreshed but looking better than she did immediately after the battle. Somewhere along the way she rebraided her hair, pinning it back peasant-style rather than anything more elaborate, just to keep it out of her face. She blinks a few times to readjust to that thing called sunlight, then has a look around the impomptu campside. And with some relief she sees her mecha still standing there. Like her, worse for wear, but still standing.

    She idly wonders if anyone else is still around, and with nothing more firm than that in her poor abused brain, she starts wandering the camp. She's known the Wolves long enough to be comfortable around them. Most of them, anyway. Maybe not the one she yelled at. But what about that other person?
Kushiko Comfort's a rather strange thing in terms of people to be around--truth be told it's entirely plausible that Valkyr may be inducing a slightly unnerving presence for one simple reason: where the hell are her eyes?

While there's a certain mystique, a beauty to the armored figure there's equally the fact that she does not move very much like a normal being. Fluid, catlike grace--though maybe that's owing to some of the feline-like features. Sleek musculature and lines of fibrous material resembling muscles and contours aside at least.

Alternatively, it could be just as easily her seeming lack of presence from time to time--no sound, no /feeling/ that she's moving around unless one's actually got eyes on the faceless visage of the Warframe. Speaking of moving, she shifts only slightly when Yulia begins to wander--her helmet canting slightly as though she were looking over towards her. Not necessarily /moving/ too much, but the shift in stance is enough of an invite to the pilot...

...at least in theory as she lifts a clawed hand up slightly--not even a wave as much as it is acknowledgement of Yulia's presence. Totally not awkward. Nope.
Yulia Koslova     To be honest, Yulia doesn't completely remember what Kushiko looks like. More the impression of what she looks like - dark, feline, and high-end machine. She's not even sure she got her name, though it doesn't matter since she's forgotten it between then and now.

    So at their second face to face meeting, she stares for a moment that's long enough to be awkward but not so long as to be outright uncomfortable. Then she musters a smile, one that's weak due to how she feels rather than what the Warframe looks like. "Oh. Um. Hello again." Pause. She's not weirded out by the lack of eyes, though it does make it hard to tell where to look at her, so Yulia's gaze wanders over her a bit. "I'm sorry. I've completely forgotten what you wanted us to call you."
Kushiko Names are a funny thing. For what it's worth, even before the Multiverse played merry with it all, Kushiko was extremely reticient about her name. That was her nature, though it was one she was slowly growing out of.

Old habits do die hard all the same.

Whether or not the stare was actually awkward, the Warframe gives no outward indication over--one could imagine a quizzical look all the same with the slight tilt of her head. Eyes or not, the pulsing lights on the presumed 'mouth' of the suit and other points and lines seem to give some sense of physical structure for where one can look. Maybe.

"You did complain about a migraine, didn't you?" That voice is more projection than spoken from the suit itself. There's a fine line but it may be weird. Maybe. "... We are known as Tenno, but you may call us Kushiko if you seek a name beyond that of Valkyr here." Valkyr being the frame designation which may spark some memories from the haze of migraine and suffering.
Yulia Koslova     "Yeah." Yulia absently rubs her temples, as if just mentioning it makes the ache a little worse. "Doing a dragoon leap right on top of Chaos Central like that worked, but I didn't know it was going to hurt that much. At least I can think straight again." Then, she blinks, as remembering that also brings up more the haze from a few hours ago. "That one Wolf Scout, he hasn't threatened you again or anything, has he?"
Kushiko "No, he has not, not that we would allow him to." Such words are offered with the slightest of shrugs. "It's not new to us." That is, being viewed like a devil or something else not of this world. Which was /partly/ true after all. "Why did it hurt?" she wonders aloud: she had seen it but perhaps didn't know the full nature of that mech and if it was linked to Yulia. Or something else!
Yulia Koslova     'We'? 'Us'?

    At first, Yulia thought it was a slip of the tongue, or maybe she was misunderstanding. But the more Kushiko uses those pronouns, the more likely she really is using them as intended. Weird. Not bad weird, just a not normal kind of weird. But she doesn't call her/them on it. Not yet anyway.

    "Well..." Yulia begins, but then pauses again as she's not sure even where -to- begin an explanation. "...it's complicated, and if my explanation doesn't make any sense, it's because it has to do with things that just doesn't make sense to mortal organic brains. Mine or theirs." She makes a one-handed gesture in the general direction of the Wolves.

    Another pause. "Oh. Right. I'm Yulia Koslova. Yulia is my given name, Koslova is my family name. I'm all right with calling you Tenno, or Kushiko, whichever makes you more comfortable."

    Right, enough stalling. She returns to trying to explain the unexplainable. "I don't know whether you know anything about what these people call The Warp, or big-C Chaos? It's like this other realm or dimension that's full of energy, not really controllable though it can kind of be tapped and can kind of be harnessed."
Kushiko In this explanation, she listens--one could imagine a stony stare from the Warframe standing there, tail flicking from one side to another, the anchor-like end tracing the air behind her. She inclines her head only once at first, with regards to the name as she continues that tacit silence.

Oh yeah. There's definitely some peculiarity going on here.

"Yulia then. As to the Warp, or Chaos as they are known: only what the Lotus has told us, and what she has told us reminds me enough about the Void." A slight pause. "The Void from the universe I come from at least."

Indeed, she nods her head once. "Another person describing it like you are lends credence to that idea... and given what you say and how that man and his reacted, we cannot blame them at all. While we are not of this 'Warp', we are of the Void ourselves." As she says this, she gestures with a hand; cautiously at that, given those of the Space Marine chapter /probably/ might be somewhere watching but once she's satisified they're not watching too closely?

The proferred hand becomes a closed fist, and as it opens again little misty streams of energy follow the fingertips like a tiny maelstrom at first. Lilac-pink matching the wavering threads of energy as the faceless Warframe seems to be 'staring' to judge Yulia's reactions. Anyone can produce energy but the fact is this energy looks nothing /like/ energy. Turbulent clouds and miasmic light.

"... let us say we knew enough not to tell them too much lest they presume the wrong idea." Even this much would let any Space Marine very much presume the /wrong idea/ about what the Warframe is. Or isn't. She hopes Yulia can connect enough dots.
Yulia Koslova     Yulia's eyes widen at the display, and her eyes remain fixed on the thready tendrils as they form a handful of a tempest. Surprised? Yes. Fear? ...Well, maybe a little. But once she's over the initial shock, it seems like she's more amazed than afraid. "...can all of you do that, or just some of you?" she asks, her voice hushed now, partly because she doesn't want to break any concentration, and in part because she doesn't want to call attention either.
Kushiko That hand holding that energy gives that aforementioned Void energy a slight 'toss' only to reach out, grabbing it and making it dissipate like it were strangled out of existence. "... to varying degrees, yes. There's more but we will not make a scene. Nova does it a lot but that's because she creates and controls antimatter with it."

There's also the fact that the young girl behind it all is basically some Void-infused being who couldn't control her power to begin with but that's not yet for this discussion.

"The Void changed us. We couldn't control it. We didn't ask for it, but it's what we are."
Yulia Koslova     The mini-tempest now gone, the young woman's eyes search Kushiko's eyeless helmet again. "I see. Well, no I don't. Not really. But I can sort of understand." Yulia's voice isn't quite as hushed, but she still keeps it low. "Maybe a little more than they would. I mean, the Space Wolves are more open-minded than some of the other groups serving the Empire of Man, but they're pretty superstitious and set in a certain way of thinking."

    She musters up a smile again, still thin. "I'm a kind of psychic. Not a psyker, like what you'll hear them talk about. Different universe. Back home on Zeon, they call me a Newtype."

    Which still isn't true. But trying to explain to everyone just what she -is-...the lie is easier.

    "I'm not linked to the warp like a psyker is," she tries to explain. "But apparently I'm still more sensitive to it than ordinary humans. So that warp blast from crushing the rift before it opened really hurt mentally."
Kushiko Slow is the nod from the Warframe for a moment as the helmeted woman glances quietly to one side, then another. Mercifully for now, they weren't being given much attention beyond the standard wariness (and probably owed to the fact that they weren't from around here!) so they could keep going. For now.

"That... isn't unfamiliar to us." Not that she could explain why--just a feeling, old memories in a pockmarked landscape of amnesiac dissonance at times not withstanding. Nonetheless, she simply tilts her head once, then twice. "Psychic... Newtype?" That term was unfamiliar to her. All the same, she wonders if what /she/ does might do something weird. What with the energy transference she runs from such a far flung point. Though given what she said, maybe she HASN'T probed her Warframe's delicious brainmeats.

Damn Newtype mind probes.

Ahem. "That makes sense, now that we think of it. We'll have to be careful around you, I think, but hopefully not."
Yulia Koslova     For her part, Yulia hasn't been too worried. She's earned the respect of Karian and those closest to him. So long as they don't deliberately start calling attention to their strange otherworldliness, they should be fine.

    Should be.

    "The philosophers call Newtypes as people no longer bound by Earth's gravity. But really, it's more like that we think on a different wavelength. We're a lot more...aware?...I guess that's the best way to put it. Aware of everything going on around us, and understanding what's going on around us." She briefly flashes a self-depreciating smile. "My husband's much better at it than I am, honestly. We also tend to be good at piloting mobile suits as part of that. That's more where my talents are."
Kushiko Now the pieces are coming together at least. Well, as much as they /can/ come together, all things told. "We'll have to learn more about that, but... I think I know what you mean. Less arrogance about it at anyways." She pauses in her voice projection.

This is when she turns up her hand again; a slightly tangle of energy flickering, then an actual, single panel projection of the face behind it all. And... one might remember that misty, miasmic look of the energy. That's present in the holopanel given form though the presence of the so-called suit Operator from before.

"I suppose that's why they thought we were a 'psyker' too besides the power we use." A slight pause, and both Warframe and Tenno offer a slightly apologetic shrug. "Forgive us. We're a little shy sometimes, or so we've been told."
Yulia Koslova     Yulia didn't get a good look at Kushiko's face when she revealed it before, so this may as well be the first time. She leans in , just a bit to better see without making it seem like she's crowding. Human? Or very close to human-looking, anyway.

    Doesn't matter to her. Kushiko's already established herself as a person, and that's all that matters.

    The smile is still thin and now a bit lopsided, but it's genuine. "It's okay, Tenno. Sometimes it's easier to not stick your face out where everyone can see it when you don't have to." Another short pause, and she finally gives in to curiosity. "Um. I hope I'm not being too rude by asking this, but are you really in there, or are you piloting remotely?" She's not so rude as to point, but she does gesture toward the Warframe.
Kushiko Human enough is a good way to describe it; sadly there is a reason for Karian's questioning of what happened to her--those eyes. Some strange energy to them, also an equal demeanor of someone who has had no issue, no compunction with a wildly absurd amount of death and despair. Someone who went to that level of breaking and came back again.

But those eyes glower--a ring of faint luminescence that sometimes flicker when she speaks--something decidedly otherwordly. Probably a REALLY good thing that Hrolfur isn't here to take a far better look than before, he might rethink his notions. "Kushiko is fine." she remarks faintly. "And usually it's easier. But since you shared something, we figured we ought to share something too, at least." There's a slight smile to that question of whether or not she's rude to ask.

"Yes, I am in here. I'm also here. Transference is what it was called. Our power, giving this Warframe life, and in turn, purpose."
Yulia Koslova     "Kushiko, then." A nod, followed by a frown. A slightly troubled frown as Yulia starts to grasp what she's being told. "I see...I think?" She's still looking mostly at the projection of the teen's face, though her eyes flit toward the helmet from time to time, as if she can't quite decide now where her face really is. "Sometimes I ask questions that upset people, or have classified answers, or both. One of the hazards of actually talking to people, I guess."
Kushiko "Tell me about it," the Tenno dryly remarks, "We don't have many people we get to talk to that isn't all about well, killing us instead." Valkyr closes her hand for now, dissipating the projection though continuing to talk. "You should rest some more. We're just going to look over things here, and maybe we'll meet again. We can talk more." The Warframe itself shifts a little bit, a slight noise of muscle underneath straining against the suit. A blink and you'll miss it moment. "It's weird, but we like the opportunities."