REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION

[daisy023]

[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.

Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.

More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.

Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.

She mutters to herself.]


I've seen this before... I left this back there.

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[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[He does recognize it the distinct military trained movements, as he patrols from above. As a former Marine, it's all too clear he's looking at a clear soldier. As a current Green Lantern, far be it for him to carry on like this. While she's picking up her journal, he lands behind her, making no sound until he feet start to sink into the snow.]

Those things have a nasty habit of following us around.

[daisy023]

[She jolts into a combat stance upon hearing the snow and a voice behind her. How the hell did this guy sneak up on her? Her hearing is usually better than this.]

Who are you!? Identify yourself right now!

[The uniform only increases her paranoia.]

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

John Stewart, Green Lantern Corps. [He holds up his hands, indicating that he is (seemingly) unarmed).] Relax, soldier. I'm not your enemy.

[daisy023]

[She still doesn't buy it.]

Doesn't ring any bells. Not UNSC. Not Insurrection.

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[He didn't expect her to, but she did ask.]/small>

None of the above. We probably don't exist in your universe. Now, identify yourself, soldier. [There's that edge of command in his voice there, the same kind she's likely used to from her superiors.]

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[swordboning.livejournal.com]

[Shirou is always chilling around SOMEWHERE practicing with his swords, the forest no exception. A guy can't get better without wildly swinging around bladed weapons, right? He's not exactly being quiet either but, hey.

Well, he's loud enough to not be able to hear her at first.]

[daisy023]

[Some time later, she returns to the forest to understand her environment. And notices a man in modern civilian clothes. With a sword. This might have been part of the people from a medieval world. Questions arise about him, but she just moves to the back of a tree, as silently as she could do it, and waits.

She just watches from one of the trees, wishing she had at least her M6D with her. For caution, of course.]

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

[After a short while, the sword disappears into thin air and Shirou has his hands on his knees, huffing for breath. He really wears himself out.]

[daisy023]

[She unconsciously gasps.]

What the--

[That was not how the world was supposed to work.]

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

[Uh oh. He turns to look.]

Ummm...

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[Whenever Daisy finally arrives near the outskirts of the village, she'll probably catch a number of things in the air.

One, there's the scent of something being grilled; steak, to be precise. Second of all, it's making a loud sizzling noise, and there's a smoke plume coming from a charcoal grill, so it's difficult to miss. And then there's a man standing at said grill near a house. He's of course really bundled up from the cold. She'll probably hear the man mumbling to himself while watching his food cook; and he doesn't seem aware of her presence yet.]

Colder than hell out here...

[daisy023]

[She notices the smoke. Training always dictated that it meant there was settlement nearby. She's aware of the town she's in, but she remembers this for several reasons: It means electricity was being generated, that light was out, that the city was on fire... or that something was being cooked.

And she is tempted. All she had to eat, last she remembered, were MRE rations they could gather from fallen units. And it was well-agreed that MRE stood for Meals Rejected by Everyone.

So she puts her back on the wall of a nearby building, and carefully moves towards the cooking spot.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't yet catch sight of her, what with checking whether or not the meat is done, though he thought he might've heard something moving in the snow.

Probably a small animal.]

Looks about done...

[daisy023]

[She was hungry. She did not know how long was she out, and how was she pulled from her world, given what had happend to her position. Maybe it was cryogenic stasis, maybe she had been in a coma, she could not tell. All she knew was that she needed to eat.

But, she reconsiders.

This man had a uniform, and she recognizes it from old videos Déjà used to show them about twentieth-century warfare. Someone from a military... and from Earth of her past?

Even if she could've killed him, she did not know how many of him were here. And the last thing she needed was to be identified as an enemy in a strange land with no backup.

That, and right now, he was the closest thing she had to her world.

She comes out, looking at him, searching for an insignia that could tell his rank.]

Tell me you're from Earth.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[Startled, he turns to see this very large girl near him, and he blinks at the question. He looks at her for a moment. That said, Thirteen doesn't look particularly on edge or aggressive to the new presence, so for what it's worth, he looks

Rank insignia are present on his outfit would no doubt be recognizable. By some case of dumb luck, Erusea used a similar rank insignia that the USA did, revealing a gold leaf; signifying his rank as a Major. He has his flight wings too, strongly suggesting that this man is... or was, a pilot.]

Can't say I am. Strangereal is the name of the world I'm from. ...You're new to Luceti, aren't you?

[stilldontgotit.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere between the forest and the village, Daisy might spot a teenage boy carrying an unusual sword. While he isn't out to cause trouble, recent events have prompted him to spend extra time training.

If she thought Shirou's magic antics were odd, then it'll probably be just as hard to fathom some of the techniques Riku's practicing. For example, he picks up a rock and gives it a toss, only for it to come to an abrupt halt thanks to some stop magic. An aero spell sends bits of snow whirling through the air.

These spells aren't particularly powerful, mind you; Aqua's still schooling him on the basics. However, this isn't a particularly traditional training routine.]

[daisy023]

[The sword looked like an ornate element, at first sight too impractical to be wielded even for combat... But that is not what blows her mind.

She had seen far too many alien vehicles operating without gravity. She had stolen and destroyed them every time she had the chance to, and slain all Covenant that were seen near it. But she had never seen gravity being defied like that.

Her tall figure enters the section of the woods, eyeing the levitating rocks, for a moment unaware of the weapon the silver-haired person was wielding.]

How is it even possible?

[stilldontgotit.livejournal.com]

[Hm? Give him a second, and he'll turn to face her. Briefly, he's caught off guard by her height, but before long he brushes it off. Since she asked...]

Stop magic. Basically, I can use it to control time.

[daisy023]

[At least it's a somewhat more reasonable explanation than just attributing it to magic.]

But you don't have any form of technology. [A slispace drive, for instance.] And it's done only to on a few select elements. It's just impossible.

[stilldontgotit.livejournal.com]

Maybe where you're from, but magic like this is pretty common in all the worlds I've seen.

[Heck, even Sora knew stop magic, and learning it wasn't too hard.]

I don't know how to explain it; it's just something I picked up recently.

[And, hm. He'll go ahead and do another quick practice spell, this time blizzard magic!]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[To say Charlotte is on cloud nine, despite the weather... is probably a pretty accurate statement. Really, she's just prancing around the village today, aimless save for having a good cheer from what happened the morning yesterday (which is only just settling in now) and such. Which means... bundled up for the weather, it's a civilian innocently rolling up the base of a snowman which is on the other side of that cover for you, Daisy.

Honestly, that's probably an alien sight, right? ...Or maybe not. Either way, it's happening, complete with her humming to herself]

[daisy023]

[It is not an unseen sight for her... but one she had seen only in her earliest memories, nonetheless. Her childhood during Sargasso's winters.

Having witnessed only the supernatural, and things that defied the laws of reality, she just watches from behind a tree.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Cool, then you can observe this. At this her coat obstructs the ridiculous of her chest... a little. As much as one can obstruct boobs literally as big as someone's head. Either way, she's just joyously rolling until, confident it's big enough, she nods to herself and then sets out to roll the next part. Roll, roll...

And yes, unaware of the soldier behind the tree]

[daisy023]

[Okay. That defies the laws of physics. So much for normalcy. On another life, she would have felt envy.

SPARTAN-023 looks at her defining traits, only noting a carefree demeanor (absent in combat zones), probable age adolescence, and all that she seems to be doing is making a snowman. Something not uncommon to do in winter... and something Daisy missed from her childhood.

Daisy identifies no firearms, knives, or uniform, and unless she puts herself in the killing range of those things, this person does not represent a threat.

Out of curiosity, but still filled to the brim with paranoia about the residents here (with good reason), Daisy approaches closer to her, now in the closest tree near her where she's rolling the midsection of the snowman. And unaware of the trail of steps in the snow she just made.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...Was there a sound? Nope. Charlotte barely took notice of it. Medium... rolled. With some great effort, she puts her hands around it and lifts it atop her current ball. There. She looks around, considering where she might start the third. And it is at that time that she notices there... seems to be more steps here than she made. Or at least, big footprints! Bigger than here feet, at least.

Was someone walking that earlier? Probably. Shrugging that off as a little strange, she sets to work on the next ball]