voidtreckerexpress | The Finest Edge [Open]

Who: Guri and YOU! (Open)
Where: Gymnasium, Garden, Others - As for a setting if you have an idea?
When: Jelly 24
What: With the event out of the way, Guri can start to be herself.
Warnings: Probably none.

Gymansium

One had to maintain excellence. She certainly understood that. And now that her hair was - finally - back into its natural, shoulder length mass instead of her looking like a particularly blond bush, she could start to flex her muscles. Figuratively and literally.

She had taken very quickly to the gymnasium, in part thanks to the purple jumpsuit the very nice Arachnid Lady had made for her. It was, joyfully, even purple. She found she liked purple, and did not know why. Perhaps this was one of those preferences that humans talked about? If so, she hoped she found find more.

She'd even found a balance beam, which she was in the process of using. Shoes off, hair falling wildly, she whirled and tumbled her way back and forth across it with fluid grace and without a hint of hesitation, executing flips and splits, spirals and moves with her natural precision. But also with something else. A ghost of a smile on her face, as if she were actually enjoying the opportunity.

Perhaps more unfairly, after five minutes of that exertion, she dismounted - in a double flip and perfect landing - without a hint of sweat on her brow.

Later, she could be found working a punching bag, and the punching bag was definitely getting the worst of it, but the sound of things. She wore no gloves.

The Garden

Those encountering her in the garden would find her peacefully cross-legged, her chin resting on a hand. And just watching some tiger lilies. Anybody in the garden for any length of time would notice that she simply didn't move. She was just unnaturally still, the only motion a slight rising and falling to indicate that breathing was occurring. Other than that, even in terms of blinking, she remained perfectly still.

The flowers, of course, were unmoved by this. But flowers are always good at having sang-froid.

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She shrugged. "I was here. There was equipment. Therefore, I began."

Her thought processes are fairly straightforward and do not suffer from doubt, in the traditional sense.

"So, that's a no. No one gave you a tour, huh?" Trunks half-smiles, amused.

"No," she replied, with a shrug. "I wandered on my own."

"I'm surprised you didn't find it then. Anyways, would you like that tour now?"

She shrugged.

"I wasn't looking. I can be quite singular when after an objective. And very well. If, of course, you wouldn't mind telling me exactly who you are, first."

Wow, and he thought he could be focused when he was feeling stubborn! But to be so singular minded, huh. "Sure, I'm Trunks. I've been here a while."

"Trunks. That is an unusual name, for an organic. And how long is a while?"

"A few months now?" An organic? That was a new, and strange, way to refer to him. He tilted his head in curiosity.

"How do you find it, after that time?"

She was, after all, quite curious what this place was like in the long term.

"For me? Aside from worrying about my world back home, the Train has been pretty wonderful. I've gotten to experience some things I've never had the chance to before. I don't really even mind our mission as a whole on this train--although I dislike that it kidnapped us with no input from us, as it were."

"That is disconcerting. It does weigh somewhat on my mind. Has there been any indication of the riving force or intelligence behind the train in that time?"

"The train sometimes responds to feedback we leave it for new cars. It also did allow us once to ask 3 questions each. From what I heard about talk afterward though, it wasn't easy for the train to do that which is why it doesn't do it more."

She thought about that for a long moment, falling in next to him for the actual tour.

"So new cars simply...arrive? Interesting. But I would assume all other requests have to be in line with that architecture..."

It would probably be easier to start the tour with the training gym, but Trunks took them in the opposite direction. Heading for the Engine and supply stores first, as he was going to do this right.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just know that there's a way to leave the train feedback. Whether it answers or not, I couldn't tell you personally."

She nodded in reply, hands folded behind her back.

"Still, useful information. More than I had, for a start." She was quiet a moment after that. "There is no hint of staff? Conductors, and so on?"

"Not that any of us have seen." Trunks replied. "Although we are forced asleep for some amount of time. I'm not sure how long. But basically if you're somewhere else, whenever the designated time hits--and we're not sure what that is either--you'll be forced asleep, and then wake up in your cabin. Even if you didn't fall asleep there.

"Which will be strange for me," she adds, listening carefully. She isn't even aware of any 'off' switches that can be flipped, really - she shuts down when she chooses, and then just for recharging.

"It's strange for a lot of us, really." It hadn't been too far of a walk through the different cars, before they came to the Engineer's car. With it's big sign on the wall. "This is the engineering compartment."

"What is strange for me," she said, pointing at the sign, "is that I can read it. It's in Galactic Basic. What language does it appear to be, to you?"

Because she's got some questions about that sort of thing.

"I think that's a thing the train does. Translate everything so we can all understand each other and itself." At least that was what Trunks thought he'd heard. "Our SCAs seem to do the same thing when we're on missions."

She's quiet a moment longer at that.

"Does nobody ever think about that?" she asks, finally. "The power to do that, to translate simultaneously, into, what, let's say several dozen languages at once? Including what we say and what we see?"

She shakes her head.

"That by itself requires an advancement and power greater than anything I have ever even heard theorized."

"A few of us have been trying to find out more." Trunks said quietly. "Most of us just try to deal with it, because we don't have answers. Or know how to get answers."

"On a train that only allows us off at stations or places of its choosing," she adds, working it through.

"Making it impossible to know."

"Welcome to one of the greater frustrations a lot of us try to not think about."

"Is there some form of list of attempts made to leave the train in flight? And what foiled them?"

Because she can do methodical like nobody's business.

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