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And no matter what I do

WHO: Sabriel and YOU, yes you!
WHERE: De Chima and Maurtia Falls
WHEN: The rest of June!
WHAT:
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RISE HQ, Maurtia Falls

[It's strange, not having Armstrong around. Sabriel's been busy though- going over paperwork, calling up government officials, sending messages to potential recruits, and going through everything Armstrong left behind, trying to decipher where she'd left weapons caches.

Most of the time, she's at the desk in her office, especially when she's arranged meetings, but she can occasionally be found in the training rooms, practicing with her sword.]

De Chima 007

[Sabriel's never seen herself as much of a homemaker. She can cook, and keep things tidy, but it's a chore, not a passion. Still, it's cheaper to cook things instead of constantly getting takeout, and it tastes better than prepackaged foods. And Sabriel's the kind of person who takes some measure of satisfaction from doing things properly, even if it's something like cooking or cleaning.

So most evenings, there's the smell of something cooking, or Sabriel just sits in a chair, reading a book or practicing Charter Magic, liking together marks while taking notes with her free hand.]

Feeling sad, any city

[Kaneda, Magicman, Kagerou, Kid... When she has to stop and think about it, it hurts how many people she's lost. Sabriel disapproves of brooding and wallowing- it's a waste of time, and useless- but there are times she can see the appeal. Sometimes, when going about her business, she finds herself stopping at familiar places, remembering time spent with friends- whether fighting, talking, or simply having fun, and trying not to dwell on it.]

None of us belong here. Eventually, all of us will leave.

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[there's a loud crash and a large yelp nearby.]

FRAGGIN'-- SERIOUSLY?!

[sabriel will find riptide a road or so over, having tripped over a car. he's sitting on his butt with a bunch of people around him.]

I said I was going left! Learn how to drive!

[Nothing drags Sabriel out of moping like hearing someone shouting. She heads over, feet skidding to a stop as she surveys the damage, checking to see if anyone's worse than bruised.]

Riptide? What- did you get into an accident?

[he's blocking the street, sitting on his ass and cursing in cybertronian.]

I think so. This idiot can't drive! Tell him, Sabriel. Tell him how stupid he is!

[he guy Does Not Look Happy.]

Traffic law isn't my area of expertise, but how about both of you apologize? [Sabriel keeps her tone calm and reasonable.]

Can you stand up? I'm sure it wasn't your fault, but it's best not to block traffic for longer than you need to.

[riptide stands up, crossing his arms and shaking his head.]

M'not apologising. He cut me off!

And I'm sure he didn't mean to do that, did you? [Sabriel looks at the driver in question.]

[the driver is very indignant about how riptide just stepped into the road and wasn't even near a car, another fucking weird-ass alien import.

riptide just crouches down and pushes the guy's car with a finger.]

Riptide, how much do you know about this world's traffic laws?

[Sabriel gives the driver an apologetic look. How is she going to fix this?]

Absolutely nothing.

[the driver swears again, then decides this isn't the hill he wants to die on and starts getting back into his car.]

I think you ought to learn then. You'll have fewer accidents that way.

Nope.

[crosses his arms again.]

It's very simple though! They have pamphlets and videos and you'll have fewer incidents like this!

I'm good. I don't turn into a car.

[Jacob's had a lot of good to say about this organization, and that's nothing to sniff at. if it's working better than Archangel was, that's definitely a plus for Manabu, but he's still got his doubts. the chaotic nature of ImPorts' comings and goings...that makes for chaotic foundations, doesn't it?

a grim way to think about it, and one he's not apt to thinking like, and yet all the same, the thoughts stew in his head as he finally approaches the building, pulling the door and peering in. he's not exactly sure to expect; a bar? like the one Kanaya had?]

Excuse me...

[RISE is in Helix Station- a building that looks like a fortress built to withstand a siege, even after Revan's more... unusual additions had been removed. The interior isn't much more lively, though it's certainly clean and well maintained.

Sabriel's heading down the hallway when she realizes someone's arriving- and turns to greet them.]

Please, come in!

[definitely no bar. actually, this feels more like--] Ah--

[he startles a little, stepping in proper. he straightens with the click of the door closing behind him while he looks for the source of the voice.]

Oh, uh. Thank you... [he hesitates.] I'm--this is the right place, isn't it. RISE? [has to be. but he as to ask.]

Yes, this is our base. My name is Sabriel, I'm the commander.

[Sabriel's out of her armor, dressed in a suitjacket and slacks. She pauses, drawing herself up to her full height and squares her shoulders, trying to make sure she looks authoritative.]

Is there something you needed?

[wow. what were the odds he'd bump right into the commander upon first visit? he mirrors her posture out of impulse.]

I heard about this place from Jacob. He...said it might be a good place to go for help. I've still got some catching up to do, since the last time I was here, Archangel was the organization that was big around here...

[Sabriel clears her throat a little awkwardly. Should she admit she was part of that?]

It's... been a while since then. Archangel did a lot of good, but working outside the law imposes limitations. It doesn't matter how much control criminals have over the police, they can't send them against RISE.

[he frowns, starting to lose some of the tension in his posture.]

Is it really still so bad? The corruption on the inside... [the exact inside he plans on applying for, training for, banking his hopes on.]

There are some good people on the force. But there are many who aren't, and it's... somewhat outside of RISE's jurisdiction, unless they try contracting with a group like the go-fors.

Mm... [looking down for a moment, thinking. he nods, looking back up.] Right. I mean, I can't expect things to be a hundred percent...but it's good to hear for sure what the score is right now.

[a beat.]

I came because I want to understand what this group does...and what it means to the people in and outside of it. Because, ah...[he smiles faintly, looking back at her.] I'm trying to avoid making the same mistakes twice. Is that alright?

No, that's fine. For me, RISE is a way to help protect people and show that imPorts can police themselves- that we're not a threat that requires government intervention to deal with. [Also, a way to get into the government's trust and investigate them, but she's not saying that to a stranger.]

[police themselves...

he doesn't mind the sentiment, but...]

Do you think that's best? I mean, I think it's good to have as many hands around to help each other, but... [he frowns, hands going in his pockets as he tries to put words to what he's thinking. it's a little tough, coming up with those kinds of philosophical things on the spot. he shakes his head.] Mm, I don't know. It's hard to say...

Are you concerned that we might not be impartial? That if its people we care about who commit crimes, we might let them get away with it?

A--! [he startles a little, hands going back up.] N-no! Actually, I wasn't thinking of that at all...! [but he probably ought to, and be a bit more suspicious. but he's just not the time.

self-consciously, he scratches the bridge of his nose, looking past her.] I...I think I was more thinking of...how it would keep ImPorts still separated. From...everyone already here, I mean. [his eyes wince when he looks back.] Something like that.

[Sabriel nods at the question.] I want to do outreach to try to mend that problem. RISE is an organization with some official recognition, so we'll be in a better situation to try to mend those divides. We need to coordinate with local authorities whenever there's an incident.

[he looks somewhat mollified by that, his hands dropping back to his sides with a little exhale. that coordination...maybe he'll be able to do something about that. it's a thought to keep in mind, at least.

after a beat, he follows up, his head tilting just slightly.] So...so, right now... How is it? Between RISE and the authorities...

Aside from a bit of reluctance in Maurtia Falls, fairly well! We have a decent reputation, and imPorts are popular at the moment.

Well-- that's a relief... [slight nod, mouth twitching on one side.] Then...I won't be so worried about that.

A-- [he hasn't explained himself at all; he goes pink, embarrassed in realizing it.] I'm going to be trying to join the police force here, you see. And I wanted to make sure I understand what ImPorts are doing outside of it...so I can help better.

[Sabriel smiles brightly.]That's very admirable- and having imPorts in the police force will certainly help things along.

[her expression comes as a relief, so he relaxes a little.] Mm, I really hope so. If that's the case...I'll look forward to working with you in the future!

[he extends a hand.] I'm sorry for not introducing myself properly. I'm Manabu.

[In De Chima, Eda goes running everyday just to stay trim and alert. She's running near a nice looking park and she spots this moody lookin kid with a too sharp haircut and is so mopey, it's killing her vibe. It's nope of her business really, but she stalls for a bit too long watching this kid.]

[Sabriel stops, looking out of the corner of her eye. Even sliding towards misery, she can't completely ignore her surroundings.

It might just be nothing- just a jogger staring at a somewhat well known imPort.

Still, she starts walking.]

[Eda doesn't even know that the mopey girl is a well known imPort. One of the downsides of being new, ya know. Still, the jogger is still staring at Sabriel, even asks a question.]

You alright?

Just thinking. [Sabriel's expression immediately shifts to something more neutral. She's not in the habit of spilling her feelings to strangers.]

Ya know... I know it's tempting to go into the park and think for while.

But usually you do that in the privacy of your room.

[Wow Eda, be rude now.]

[Well, that's pushing Sabriel away from brooding- into just feeling annoyed.]

Isn't that what parks are for? Walking and thinking?

Maybe. But it's lovely day out, girl. It's too pretty to go out moping.

[Wow, what a jerk.]

It's only natural. [A calm man's voice echoes from behind. A middle-aged priest, hands folded behind his back, seems to have been observing her as he passed by- though he seems to have appeared from out of nowhere.] Whether at the end of our allotted time, or as life takes us from one destination to the next.

[He inclines his head to indicate at her hip.] Or maybe you mean that in some other way?

[Not many normal people carried swords around, in this era.]

[ooc; I'm assuming she has her sword on her! lmk if she doesn't usually carry it]

[She does it sometimes, let's just say she was this time.

Sabriel twitches, barely suppressing the reflex to react as though she's been attacked.]

I mean metaphysically, imPorts don't fit into this world. When we die, we don't enter this world's afterlife, and none of us can access it even if our powers would normally allow it.

[Hm. Make that two ways.]

[Duo's eyebrow raises, looking at her for a long moment before he takes another step forward, hands digging into his pockets instead.] With a device that can control even Death, that's to be expected, I suppose. If the existence of imPorts is unnatural to this world, it makes sense that our souls can't cross into whatever place they're meant to go.

If one exists, here. We're not made of the same 'stuff'.

[He gives her a thoughtful look, then extends his hand.] I get a feeling like I've met you, someplace.

[Sabriel takes his hand, shaking it.]You probably saw one of my posts on the network. My name's Sabriel.

Sabriel... [Tilting his head as he shakes, it slowly filters in, the name on the network post that he had replied to not long after he arrived.] Ah.

You're... one of Hers, right? [He digs his hands in his pockets again, looking back at the building she was staring at.] ...No wonder. It's for the best that we all get out of here eventually, of course, but it's hard to adapt to the loss of those you build your support structures around.

[Boy, did he ever know that.]

More than anyone else's. [Sabriel nods at the comment.]

I've met people here- people who were my friends, almost family- and now they're gone. And I'm not sure what to do about it.

[Duo looks wistful as he considers the issue.] It's ...sort of sad. The people I met the last time, the ones most important to me, who I thought I'd never be able to handle the place without- once they were gone, it was almost too easy how I got on past it.

But... I guess I'd always lived that way. I should have expected it. [Even though he never really got over it at all.]

How long you been here, Sabriel?

A bit more than two years, not counting several months I was Ported out. [She's Abhorsen though. She's supposed to be able to handle things on her own.]

Mmm, about average, from what I've gathered. [He tilts his head.] Yeah. You can see a lot of people come and go, in that amount of time.

....I was there for a year, and saw so many pass through. Friends from home, new ones. Wonder how long it'll be this time. [At least he knows better than to try and get attached to anyone this time, right? Right?]

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