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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2022 9:09 am
They hadn't treated her unkindly at all, if anything most regarded her as they had always done. Her occasional reappearance at their safe haven was uneventful, she 'existed' and that was that. She was potentially at odds with several who had sided with the Commodore, but for others...? Well, she wasn't so sure.
When it came to the majority of cadets she hadn't known them all that well. It had been a failing that she acknowledged as her own. While there had been chances to bond while they were there, she hadn't actually attended many of them and as such, she barely knew them beyond their brief entries in the database. Yet in one of the most stressfull encounters of her life she had been afforded an opportunity to acknowledge that there were perhaps some she should have tried to get to know just a little more.
What she did know however, was that the majority of her kind had remained together. Though she had taken refuge with a generous Squire and her sibling, the majority of the Velencians had remained here in their safe house. She didn't necessailry have any specific reason for being here, her research very much felt like it was outside of this house, but perhaps there was something else that drew her here. She hadn't necessarily grasped the concept of 'fate' until she reached Earth, but they were right that on occasions there did seem to be instances where you meandered in no clear fashion...only to have the purpose revealed a little later.
Would this be one of those moments?
At least she didn't have to wear her glamour here and she could be herself, recognised as one of their own for good or for bad. Regardless in an odd way she knew she could rest easy. While she may not see eye to eye with them all, this was their safe haven and no one would strike out here. Where caution was needed for Chaos and Order alike, here she could breathe just a little easier.
...Here she didn't have to shuffle her feet and approach with caution just in case someone or something lashed out at her.
She could be found in her 'usual' spot when she came to visit. Out in the courtyard of their abode, setting up little tin cans she had collected, all that she could practice her aim. Naeria had proven to have much more skill than she did in their last battle and as a result, Valnyr was determined to improve... even if it meant she had to put in a few extra hours between this and her existing research.
Nevertheless, she wasn't against company if it happened to wander her way. She'd just prefer the company of those who weren't quite so adoring of the man she regarded with considerable trepidation.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2022 6:34 pm
They'd chosen to live within the safehouse, even though it housed those who had sided with the Commodore. Neryn never judged them for their decisions; they just wanted to protect their home after all. Yet, when it had come down to it, Neryn couldn't bring themself to put their life over that of those on Earth. There were so many people here, each with their own lives and own stories, that to simply abandon them to their fate had shaken Neryn's entire resolve in the mission. It's why they'd ultimately backed down, ultimately sided with the White Moon.
They would still reclaim their homeworld, they would still thrive, but there had to be a better way.
Neryn spent more time in the safehouse than they'd care to admit, even with taking university classes. It felt... more right to be without their glamour and to not be mistaken for one gender binary or the other. They were heavily looking into gender studies courses for next term though, if only to help perhaps get into a human field to help change the overall thinking. The whole concept of economy and capitalism and money still flambergasted Neryn and they were loath to be a part of the system.
They wandered into the courtyard, text book open with their translator app blinking as it scanned the page. The soft tink of tin on stone brought their eyes from the book to the other occupant.
"...Valnyr?" Neryn asked softly, closing the text book with a snap. They had not seen Valnyr in a while - the other cadet didn't live in the safe house after all - so it was a bit of a shock to see her. Thankfully she looked alright, if focused on target practice.
The last time Neryn had seen her, it was down the sights of her blaster during the battle. They wondered if Valnyr held a grudge for that... They hoped not, but so many things had come into question during that event... so many things had happened. People had died. They'd understand if Valnyr did not want to speak to them.
It would hurt, but they would understand.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2022 10:40 am
She knew that voice! She paused in her set up, hand poised above one of the cans as she looked round. They were in a better environment now, one without stress, one without pain and anxiety, and yet there was a possibility that anxiety remained in some capacity. The young woman wasn't naïve to this, she was aware of her own trepidation when she entered the safe house so to assume others didn't experience such things would be foolish.
"Neryn," she replied with a warm smile.
The last time they may have seen one another may have been an instance where she had been shot, but Valnyr had known that while she made her choice, others had been forced to make one too. While Valnyr may not have seen eye to eye with the choice at the time, she did understand that Neryn had been entitled to make it.
...And Valnyr had to be prepared to accept the consequences.
"You're ok," she observed, finally straightening and turning to face them as they approached. She seemed relaxed enough and certainly seemed to be welcoming, but whether Neryn would read it appropriately remained to be seen. Emotions, particularly in the face of uncertainty were a strange thing, Valnyr knew that all too well now that she had to walk on eggshells around those she had wanted to see as allies.
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