It seemed that with the arrival of Alva, the room which housed most of the information hubs of the base was instantly a lure for her; like a moth to the flame, she flocked to that room. She had explored the rest of the base, Gaia and her general existence had seemingly just shocked Alva. Gaia was impressive, likewise so was this base, but with Alva it was like everything was just so fantastical.
Getting to talk to those present was something which she seemed more hesitant over, it wasn't like anyone could blame her, she was the newcomer coming into the base and trying to get to know who was who, where did they all come from, what were their names, but also; they had the advantage, they all knew each other already, even those which clearly came from this land had more of an advantage, even if a small one.
Zo was as kind and as helpful as ever, Varl was understanding to Alva's shellshocked moments, Erend did try and joke, which left Alva looking confused. Nureka was more than happy to talk and Kotallo was his usual quiet self; though he did exchange some words with Alva, those words were rather short, and to the point. All in all, Alva seemed more than happy with going over all the information she could get her hands on. The process of giving her a new Focus, the fact she already had one raised more questions to those around her, but a new Focus came with wonderment. Everything was seemingly amazing.
It was hard to pry Alva out of her room and away from learning about everything and anything, from what those in the base had sort of learned, was that though she had a Focus, it was not like theirs, it was much, much older; but the information that she could and could not access was like picking and choosing, most seemed redacted, her ability to access forbidden material would come with a big cost. It was a curious thing, to muse over what exactly could be considered forbidden; Alva was hesitantly forthcoming with the fact that that would class as anything that would contradict what was known. That was understandable, no one liked having their faiths, beliefs, or what they thought was true to be proven wrong, false and or non-existent.
Even with Alva appearing, life seemed to just flit back into its old ways. Though hearing the clashing of weaponry had Nureka leaning away from her work and leaning to the side. She could just about see the main room; the circular space seemingly having been made into a makeshift fighting ring. Leaning her chin against her palm, her eyes flicked between Zo and Erend; Nureka smirked, Erend was slower than Zo, but his strength could outmatch and outdo hers by a long shot. It was interesting to watch, and even from where she sat, she was struggling to see just who was winning.
She pushed the goggles back down over her eyes and commenced her work again, the small sparks which came up from her working away just fizzled in the air and withered to nothing. Nothing flammable was present; she wasn't going to add starting a fire to her list of things that she had done to the base. Her previously worn-out armour was resting on a dummy nearby, admittedly it was one used mainly for training, but she didn't see how or why she couldn't use it for this purpose. It wasn't until seeing it strapped to the dummy that she realised that she didn't and shouldn't have even classed that as armour. Just what was a few pieces of machine parts? That wasn't armour, how she managed to avoid serious damage from those Frostclaws was a mystery to her.
Maybe it was luck? Nureka scoffed in thought before continuing on this track; it was pure skill, that was what that was. Shaking her head and ceasing getting lost in thought, she tweaked this last piece and sat back with a thoughtful expression on her face. Pulling the goggles down, she let them rest around her neck as she turned the helmet over in her hands, her eyes flicking over the smaller details, she was seeing if something was amiss before popping it on her head. Leaning back, she put her feet up on the desk away from any and all tools and pieces she was working on and looked upwards at the ceiling.
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Fanfiction"I have not met a Banuk before. Only heard tales, I did not think to see one here." It was a polite way of Kotallo saying that what he had heard, were fanciful tales of hermits in snow covered hills who did not wish to socialise with the wider world...
