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Finding a home...

WHO: Ysera, OPEN
WHERE: On the streets outside the MAC.
WHEN: Backdated to Wednesday the 21st because I meant to do this a while ago, oops.
WARNINGS: Uh...
SUMMARY: So, Ysera finally found her way to the MAC, and there are holes in it. Stupid Nazipires.
FORMAT: ~~Haiku~~ ~~stream of consciousness~~ Paragraph to start.

Since talking with the Batman McGinnis, Ysera had taken the time to look at the comm messages now and then, trying to get an idea of what was going on in this city. However, she had not yet made her presence known to the others brought here. After the initial reaction to her true form she was reluctant to frighten the mortals here further. Seeing the madness of those in the airship and the destruction they caused had only made her more wary of revealing herself fully to the mortals of this city.

However, it was unpleasant to continue sleeping in a mortal form in the small and stunted areas of greenery in this iron, glass, and stone city. It was not like home. The ground was hard packed dirt or strange flat not-stone, and the grass was cropped short and stiff.

So she had come seeking the inn called the MAC that provided lodging for those brought here. And she had found it, or so she believed. But it had been damaged in the attacks earlier. There was still some rubble piled in the gutters along the streets, and the walls of the tall building were cracked in places. Worst yet, in some places there were gaping holes in the walls.

Ysera stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the damaged building with closed eyes. Her slender elven ears twitched at the sounds of the city traffic around her.

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Lamont was walking toward the MAC, finally having the opportunity to personally survey the damages of the city after the battle, and next on his list was the MAC building. He was across the street when he noticed the woman looking up at it as well, but only had a view of her from behind. Away from the battle, his thoughts are now guarded and calm as he crosses the street between cars. Hands in his pockets, he approaches her, keeping a respectable distance so as not to startle the long-eared woman.

"Are you alright?"

Her ears twitched slightly to better hear his voice when he spoke. Then Ysera turned her head, revealing that her eyes were closed.

"Yes, I am well." She inclined her head slightly both in acknowledgment and slight recognition. Though his dreams were now veiled in shadow from her sight, and his demeanor and clothing had changed, she still recognized the feel of his presence. There were very few mortals whom had ever ridden upon her, and she would not easily forget the feel of his dreaming presence.

"Are you, as well?"

He would need to reach out to recognize her, as his guarded nature veiled his own senses. He was curious at the fact that her eyes were closed, and yet she seemed to observe everything around her.

"Quite well, thank you." He flashes a tight-lipped smile before glancing up at the state of the MAC building. "I pray you weren't in that dreadful mess, Miss."

Ysera smiled gently. "That is good to hear."

She tilted her head slightly as he looked past her to the building, then turned to face him fully. "No, I was not in this inn. I was in the... central park, I believe it is called, when the rockets came down and the human blood-drinkers attacked."

"Central Park?" He smiles. It's curious to hear people refer to the names of the places in the city in the manner she is. When she faces him, he turns to her in kind. "I was at my office, myself. Hopefully all the vampires, the blood-drinkers, didn't give you too much trouble."

Edited 2010-04-28 10:34 (UTC)

Ysera's eyebrows twitched up slightly. "You are a government official in this city?" Business offices and office buildings just didn't really exist in Azeroth, unless you were a goblin, and he obviously wasn't.

"But no, the vampires did not trouble me for long." The ones she had encountered on the ground, before taking to the air, had not lasted long after being stepped on.

"Ah, no. I'm a financier, actually." He pauses, as her opinion that he was an official and not a generic businessman causes him to consider that his title may need an explanation. "I help people invest their money in companies, as well as finding them services that meet their needs."

"Ah. You are an adviser to the wealthy and the nobility. You are a man of many talents." She inclined her head slightly to him.

"Thank you." His smile takes on a more genuine feel. "Not just the rich, the everyman deserves the opportunity to improve their own situation as well. Every wealthy man must start from something." He glances back at the MAC. "I've helped a few Imports move out of these apartments and support themselves, now. It's not a bad facility really, but it is an easy location to target, as the recent attacks proved. I did live here for a time myself."

Ysera glances back at the MAC, eyes still closed. "I was told this inn is the place foreign 'Imports' are intended to stay." She pauses a second. "Some were not particularly polite about saying I should stay here. This city must not see many non-human visitors." She shakes her head slightly before continuing. "I am loathe to take part in segregation, but I doubt I could be confined here if I wished to leave. More pressing for now is that I cannot continue to spend my nights in the park. It is not nearly as comfortable as home." Not that she looks as if she's been spending her nights sleeping in the rough.

He considered correcting her, but when it came down to it, the MAC could be considered an inn, taking into account the transitory nature of its occupants.

"There are those, who are not receptive to our situation. They feel better, believing their neighbor is as human as they are, and aren't likely to set the building on fire or accidentally activate some other sort of destructive ability." He shakes his head, watching her. "There are visitors who have found living space where they are not segregated, even though they appear to not be human. They tend to cluster together, but at least they have the option to choose where they live."

"I think you'll find these apartments to be more accommodating than the park."

"Is it so common for those from other worlds to be capable of great destruction? Is it so uncommon for the humans here to have power of their own?" She shook her head slightly. "In Azeroth, humans are just as capable of great destruction as any other race."

"I should hope so." Ysera brushed a hand down the front of her dress-like robe. "My body is not made for dwelling in such small trees." The ground was out of the question. It was too hard packed to be comfortable for this body, and there were too many people passing through day or night for her to be relaxed enough to sleep on the ground. It had been hard enough for her to dream while in the trees.

"It only takes an accident, or someone willing to abuse what they have to make people wary of others."

"If the humans here are anything like the ones from where I come from, such magic that the porter gives the Imports is unheard of, except in stories. Any destruction they are capable of, which is unfortunately, quite a lot, still requires the use of machines."

"True. Doubly so when done with malice in mind..."

Ysera shook her head. "They seek to protect their own from what seems an invasion of forces they do not understand. It is not... polite, but I understand it. It is a natural, instinctive reaction. Just as we know we do not belong here, so do they know it. And as you mentioned, even we 'Imports' close ranks against a perceived threat or hostility."

He gives an agreeing nod to her words. She strikes him as a knowledgeable individual, and not one viewing the world through rose-colored glasses.

"Then I believe that makes both parties equally guilty of perpetuating the situation." His grave tone agrees with his statement, as he glances back at the building. In an instant, his somber mood lightens and he gives Ysera a polite smile.

"But where are my manners, talking about such things and keeping you from your rest. If you should like, may I show you to your room?" He motions a hand toward the building.

Ysera tilted her head slightly and then smiled. "Your assistance would be appreciated. I find myself out of my element in this city."

"I'd glad to help. You do still have the metal tags the machine gave you, I hope?"

Ysera reached into her robes and drew out the necklace and metal tags. "Yes. I had hoped it would provide a clue as to the master of the laughing construct."

"Mm." He nods as he notes the tags, quick eyes scanning them for information. "The Transporter seems to favor remaining an unknown." Shrugging off the thought, he smiles. "But for now, we might as well see you settled and in more comfortable surroundings."

"Is that it's master's title?" Ysera sounded thoughtful as she spoke. Then she turned to him and smiled. "Please do. Show me the way."

"But first, I should like to know the name of the man whom offers me his aid." She holds out her hand to him in the manner of a noblewoman of Stormwind, palm down and fingers inclined downward. "I am Ysera."

Without missing a beat, he takes her hand, and delivers a perfectly practiced motion of a hand kiss that doesn't touch the knuckles, but comes politely close.

"Ysera, pardon my lack of manners, I am Lamont Cranston." He delivers smoothly as he straightens up, there is a pleasant air of familiarity with his etiquette as he offers an arm.

Ysera smiles and inclines her head slightly. "Think nothing of it." She smoothly takes his offered arm despite her eyes remaining closed. "Please, lead on, Lamont Cranston."

"As you wish." He nods as he leads her into the lobby, locating her room using her tags, making certain she is able to note how he goes about it in case she needs to use the service again at a later date. Once they know where she will be staying, he leads her toward the elevator.

"Ysera, may I ask where you called home before your arrival?"

Ysera pays close attention, despite not opening her eyes. She needs to know how this stuff works if she's going to be sleeping here.

At the question, she looks slightly melancholy for a brief instant before replying. "I came from the world of Azeroth. I made my home in the Eye, the complex my family built for me."

It takes most of his discipline to school his natural curiosity as to how she manages with closed eyes, but he does what he can to keep his mind closed. He suspects it may be some sort of telepathy or telekinesis, but he'd rather not find out by her reading his mind.

"Azeroth...I believe the place has been mentioned over the communicators on occasion." Hopefully, none were enemies of the woman. "I doubt you'll find the living arrangements here as pleasant as such a home, but I hope they are alright." He swiped her tags, the door to the sparse apartment opening at the prompt. He returned the dogtags, standing just outside of the door.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression curious. "Others have mentioned Azeroth? Do you know who?"

She inclined her head slightly as she accepted the tags before stepping into the small apartment. A soft sigh escaped her. "You are correct. This does not compare to home. But it will suffice for now."

Anna... saw her and eyes went wide. Holy shit.

She waved her over, trying her damndest (and failing) not to sound nervous. "Uh... staying at the MAC building too?" she asked.

Ysera cocked her head slightly as her ears twitched in curiosity at Anna waving at her. Then she turned to approach the woman. Her eyes remained closed the entire time, though.

"...Perhaps. This is the MAC inn, then, is it not?"

"Less an inn, more a hostel?" she said. "You get the room, utilities and furniture - thassabout it. But this is the MAC building."

"I see. You stay here, then? Where might I find the proprietor?"

She laughs. "You'll be greeted at the first floor. Show her the tags - uh, you should have come in with them, they're medals with your name on them - and she'll give you a key. From there, if you want my help with the high-tech I can show you how it works."

Ysera reached into her robes to draw out the chain with the tags. "This?"

She tilted her head slightly. "What high-tech do you speak of?"

"Gas stove, your comm-link, the television, the fridge, fire alarm, and various stuff for cleaning. Things like that. Tech I took for granted when I was 10, and am happy to have now. Cept for the comlink."

"Ah. I have had some instruction on the use of the comm device. The rest... I may need some assistance." She frowned slightly as she glanced up at the building again.

"It's pretty intuitive, mostly. I don't know about the tech level you had back home, but this stuff is reliable."

"Technology in my world is not as widespread as here. Even where it is prevalent, it is not the same as here."

She inclined her head slightly to Anna. "I am not without knowledge of how to work engineering devices. I will see what I can manage."

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sorry for the huge delay

it's okay :D

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