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WHO: 7
WHERE: About the village and surrounding forest
WHEN: Month of January prior to One Man Show
OPEN TO: OTA, prompt for Wanda
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

It had taken a bit for 7 to get over her first hangover, which wasn't as bad as when she'd been legitimately ill yet was the experience was possessed of horrors of its own and it would be too soon a thing to revisit. The moment she's feeling slightly better, she's up and out.

The schedule she maintains is more active in the late afternoon and evening, stopping by the Inn for lunch and again for dinner before heading out to do her Patrols, partnering with however she'd been assigned, or if it's an off-night just doing some general Exploring.

It's cold out, and she's never exactly dressed for it, but she makes up for that by keeping active; always moving, scaling trees, hoping from roof to roof. Being human sized in a human world - especially one as sparsely populated as this - meant there was a severe lack of things for her to spring off of or to or about, but she makes do with what she had.

Bathed in moonlight, she can most easily be found as a spectre darting among the shadows, spear in hand, bola hanging from her belt, and her cave wolf skull-mask obscuring her face.

Closed to Wanda

7's a late sleeper, so the knocking at the door catches her just as she's starting to rouse for the day. Eddie's out, wherever it is he went to, so it fell to her to answer the door.

She opens it and blinks in the daytime light, clothes rumpled from sleeping, hair falling out of its braid.

"Hey?"

Closed to Kat

It's been a few months since 7 has first arrived in the village. She's starting to get used to being surrounded by what she considers is a crush of people, and while she appreciates her solitude still she has found it's been nice to have friends; people she searches out for their companionship and that human connection that wasn't too far removed from the close friendships she'd formed with the other dolls.

She and Kat had talked on New Year's, but then again they were both pretty ... sloshed. Now that 7's recovered from the epic awful hangover that resulted from that night, she wanted to check on her friend and hang out when they were both of a clearer head.

There's a sharp knock at Kat's door.

"Kat, are you in? It's 7."

Closed to Venom

It was a highlight of her day - or nights, rather - after she'd had dinner and when most people are settling down for the night, when she's not scheduled for patrol she goes out hunting with Venom. He doesn't need her there; he's more than capable of taking down his own meals, but 7 appreciated being allowed to join in. It was a rush; riding along his back as he bounded through the woods, helping to herd quarry toward him, playing lookout and looking for the next target.

It's always been one of her favorite parts of living here, even from their earliest tussle before she knew who he really was, but now there's this odd extra layer; seeing him makes her smile, holding onto his back and feeling the wind against her cheek brings her the purest joy.

She finds him, fitting her skull mask over her braid and preparing for the night. "So, what are you in the mood for?"

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Leonardo's eyes widen and he claps in delight. "Do you? Ah, that is wonderful. He is truly an inspiration, I read all of his codex pages. I made several inventions off of his ideas." He knew very few minds as shrewd as the one behind those pages, and the fame just kept growing in his mind. The real man himself! Here!

He focuses on her. "What is he like?

She recoils somewhat, getting the full enthusiastic focus aimed at her, but doesn't step too far back.

"He's ... reliable. Steady. He's my unofficial father here. He teaches me about ..." Being Human, "being in a place crowded with people. There weren't a lot of people where I came from and it's been, an adjustment. Altaïr has helped me along."

Leonardo does try to tamp down some of his enthusiasm, but it is powerful when his mind is latching onto things. He'd be the very worst if they were talking of flying machines. "I am not surprised to hear that. After all, he was a father of a kind to his order, and the people within it. Or so the records say."

He tilts his head curiously. "You are from a smaller village then? I know many a person brought to my city of Firenze who were not prepared for the energy. My own apprentice-to-be Salaì, for example, although he is still too young to officially be brought in yet." Leonardo shakes his head. "I apologize, I am rambling.'

"There were less than ten of us." Which is not at all a lie. "This many people has been a lot to get used to."

She doesn't mind the rambling; it's better to let other people talk. "Firenze was a big city, then?"

"Less than ten?" Leonardo's astonished. He has no idea how a situation like that would be possible. How did they procreate? He wasn't going to just ask her that, because it is none of his business, but his mind naturally tries to wrap around such a small village or group of people. Perhaps they are a troop of some kind. "This is very difficult to get used to then, yes. You seem very comfortable now!"

He smiles and bobs his head. "Oh yes, it would be overwhelming for you. We have more than ten people to a given street at the least." He loves it so much and it's clear in his tone. "It is a center of art and music and innovation. A wonderful and busy place."

"It sounds wonderful." Going by his tone, even if that amount of people is hard to wrap her head around. "Everyone here has been so nice and helpful, letting me ... I guess, come to terms about it on my own time.

"It is. I am very biased, but I have been to other countries and none have truly compared." Leonardo glances around. "It is also warm. I have never been this consistently cold in my life. I nearly froze when I got out of the fountain." He had to be shooed off to the inn until he could feel his limbs again.

"May I ask where you lived before? I have heard of traveling companies or mercenaries in that small a number before, but not a village."

"I don't know what it was called, or where it was located. It was ... it had been a much bigger city once, but war had destroyed it and we were all that were left."

She's gotten pretty good about describing her world while dodging over the fact that it didn't actually involve any humans at all.

Leonardo turns grave at that information, his sympathy immediate. "I am sorry. That must be difficult to experience. I know I would be devastated to see so much destruction." There are so many people in this village with pain and darkness in their past, and he feels blessed every day to have escaped it in his own life.

"I am glad you survived at least. Are you pleased to be away from it, or do you miss your life there all the same?"

"It was hard, but I was only there for the tail end of it." Meaning she was only emotionally attached with the others that she was with as the rest of the city, the world, crumbled.

"I do miss it, though. I miss my friends." She misses being tiny in a large world that she could jump and run about.

"I love the world, despite its flaws and troubles, I would be very sad to see it damaged." It simply isn't something he's built for, destruction and devastation. He wouldn't have been as strong as her and her friends. He can tell she is very strong, she has a will power to her, it's impressive.

He smiles sadly and nods. "I already do, and it has been only a short time. I wish there was a way to choose to go back, and allow people who prefer this place to stay."

"Maybe seeing what men had become might have changed your mind."

That makes her stop and think for a moment, but even with the friends she's made here, there was too much she yearned for from home to spend much consideration with staying. "I think if I were given that choice, I'd go home. But, I am glad for the friends I've made here."

Leonardo's eyes flicker with some sorrow, because she clearly speaks of true experience there. And he cannot argue. The darkness in men's hearts can overturn their best instincts.

"I am certain they feel the same for you, and hope I can be added among them." Yes he imprints on people that quickly. Sorry, 7.

[maybe good for a wrap?]

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