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Chimera Corsair: I
I: Hitting the Books (Vault)
Despite her large size, formidable strength and unusual physiognomy, she did find time to perch - perhaps on the very largest and tallest chair available to the library, likely as not seated comfortably on a tabletop of some particularly sturdy material. She was once again engrossing herself in research, this time delving into the intricacies of the local language and of all things, the units of measure involved with cooking. She was certainly not so involved in her reading that she could not see anything else that was moving - her long habits being what they were.
II: Of the Prices of Ale (General)
So where would a 7'8" black and white chimera with an unusual eye, enough strength to carry a motorcycle and the skills of a long-range killer and spy take her ease? The tavern, of course! She would find her way to the alehouse, the Corsairs' source of drinks, the place that tended to attract more wanderers, strangers and such that a certain Mesopotamian space station. She would seek and locate a stool tall and sturdy enough to hold her remarkably muscular hindquarters far enough from the ground that she would in fact relax atop it and even keep her tail from becoming a hazard to navigation. She tended to look for darker ales, when she was in a more social mood - which she was. And when really wishing for a strong one, something clear with more bite than every snap of the world's most famous archaeologist's whip. She would look then to see who else was in the place, since this was now the point of contact for meeting others in the same line.
III: What Snows of the New Year (General)
The new year had arrived, and it was not long since she had arrived. She found herself walking outside near the docks, as most bundled themselves away or worked upon the ships as she strode past. She was relaxed, surprisingly so, and lightly dressed for once. She then found a place far from dishing lines, boats and ships and there was her goal, the frigid waters - and soon she was swimming as she had only in her wintry home waters and then, she was on the shore, taking in the wintry sun with all the joy some would see on a tropical summer beach - and there was certainly enough room if any were at least going to see what she was about, or even swim.
IV: Wildcard
Is there a scene or interaction that you would like to do? Just ask!
Despite her large size, formidable strength and unusual physiognomy, she did find time to perch - perhaps on the very largest and tallest chair available to the library, likely as not seated comfortably on a tabletop of some particularly sturdy material. She was once again engrossing herself in research, this time delving into the intricacies of the local language and of all things, the units of measure involved with cooking. She was certainly not so involved in her reading that she could not see anything else that was moving - her long habits being what they were.
II: Of the Prices of Ale (General)
So where would a 7'8" black and white chimera with an unusual eye, enough strength to carry a motorcycle and the skills of a long-range killer and spy take her ease? The tavern, of course! She would find her way to the alehouse, the Corsairs' source of drinks, the place that tended to attract more wanderers, strangers and such that a certain Mesopotamian space station. She would seek and locate a stool tall and sturdy enough to hold her remarkably muscular hindquarters far enough from the ground that she would in fact relax atop it and even keep her tail from becoming a hazard to navigation. She tended to look for darker ales, when she was in a more social mood - which she was. And when really wishing for a strong one, something clear with more bite than every snap of the world's most famous archaeologist's whip. She would look then to see who else was in the place, since this was now the point of contact for meeting others in the same line.
III: What Snows of the New Year (General)
The new year had arrived, and it was not long since she had arrived. She found herself walking outside near the docks, as most bundled themselves away or worked upon the ships as she strode past. She was relaxed, surprisingly so, and lightly dressed for once. She then found a place far from dishing lines, boats and ships and there was her goal, the frigid waters - and soon she was swimming as she had only in her wintry home waters and then, she was on the shore, taking in the wintry sun with all the joy some would see on a tropical summer beach - and there was certainly enough room if any were at least going to see what she was about, or even swim.
IV: Wildcard
Is there a scene or interaction that you would like to do? Just ask!
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She gave a sidelong glance at a wall and a long sigh. "It sounds like the two cultures that became the places you speak of do have ones that correspond, but they were never allies, barely friendly and more than once, they were at war."
When she looks back, there's a strain in those off-colored eyes, but it lasts no longer than a blink before she is relaxed again. "It could be. I will say - I eat few vegetables. I had to acclimate to having any dairy in my diet, and that is in small amounts with some chemical assistance that was remarkably easy to find in my home, but here, I could not say."
She snorted. Was there an oath in that sound? The ire that showed in her eyes made it clear in that moment. "Hardtack and salted meats were my lot. No fish. No greens from the sea. Just enough to keep me strong and mobile."
The look deepened as she turned her eyes away again. "Reaping, that was the other part of my work."
She exhaled then and finally seemed at ease. "Forgive one who despises the bondage of sentient beings lamenting her lot and has promised to break the chains of many. And see the debt that those that hold the keys paid with interest." She looked back once more. "I will try what you make, Shu-san, be it a nibble or a feast."
She actually burst into a shining, clear smile.
"The taste of freedom exceeds the value and delight of all spice or sauce."
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Shu chides gently, sliding into an attitude that would be familiar to anyone who knew her. Always the overbearing type, she shakes her head and holds up the book on preparation of foodstuffs as if she were imparting the secrets written within. ...Well. To a certain degree, she was.
"You must maintain a proper balance of nutrition. Especially as a warrior. Eating solely meats and -- " She hesitates to call hardtack 'bread'. " -- flour will cause you deficiencies that will weaken you in the long run. Of course, since you are not accustomed to a balanced diet, reintroducing these foods correctly will need to be a multiple-step process, or your digestion will be overwhelmed. Then it is decided. Tomorrow, I will cook you a meal with small samplings of grains and vegetables to counterbalance the yang qi of your meat dependence."
One may observe that Oki's opinion was not required during this decision.
"Freedom is a wonderful thing, but death due to scurvy or kidney failure is not."
Having said her piece, she slides back into her more genial expression. "I am hearing that your journey here has been a difficult one. So please, you must take care of your health while you have this time of respite."
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"You have a very good grasp of nutrition and the needs of soldiers and indeed the qi of those you work with."
She tilts her head and nods once again. "Oh believe me, I am doing that with some precision. One of my parents swam the seas of the north, consuming the flesh of fish, cetaceans, small mammals and similar, and hunted in coordinated packs." She looked more thoughtful. "The other subsisted on the meats of the high mountains, be it on wing or hooves." She let out a soft laugh. "It was also why I grew fond of the scent of certain kinds of incense or have any sense of smell, strange as it might seem with a snout like this one."
She tapped the side of her nose and laughed softly.
"But you are right. Health is a resource that can and must be curated and kept in good condition. So! Proper diet, exercise of the body and..." She lifted the book in one of her hands. "Exercise of the mind. Shu-san."
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"The people of my home have been farming the same land for generations. In the present, we have become the suppliers for all of Yan - indeed, even many foreign nations rely on the crops of Dahuang. In times of Catastrophe, all of Terra goes unfed. So even here, I consider it my duty to ensure that our warriors receive ample sustenance to continue their work."
She glances curiously at the book that Oki holds to see what she is perusing.
"What is it you would train your mind in today?"
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Oki is holding a book concerning the state of the art of bullets and their construction, as it happens, along with a few cookbooks.
A chimera of diverse interests.
"Cookbooks, state of things with blades and arms. There also seems precious little writing on coffee, I am sad to say."
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Insofar as it didn't really contribute to feeding anything in particular, apart from low-level addictions.
"Although I have a vast amount of tea, if you would find it a suitable substitute. Is there anything in particular about the weaponry you are interested in? Or are you simply perusing to find what technology exists in this world? Indeed, the discrepancies can be a mystery to me. They have no ability to create spacecraft and have little infrastructure in their world, and yet they are advanced enough to use power armors the likes of which Terra has not even imagined."
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"Ah, tea! Something I saws very rarely indeed once I had moved to what was my primary base of operations and business. Its consumption is highly regionalized, as is coffee. I moved from what you'd term a polar tea-drinking culture to a polar coffee-drinking culture."
She chuckled softly.
"If you have a good powder-based and whisked green tea available it would be a true and rare delight. As for studies? Knowing how much there is to work with, using the technology available, and also learning new things in general are part of my discipline. I am sadly not well-versed enough in metallurgy to create the specific alloys needed for one piece of equipment, not yet."
She laughed again. "Armor has its own set of limitations, even from my home."