First Sortie

[ultra_ace]

[A. 1337 Benny Road - Locked to Housemates]

[It was a normal day in Benny Road when Erica first arrived. Normal meaning that she barely stirred in bed, snoozing all that morning. She didn't get up until at least ten or eleven that morning when she lazily dragged herself out of bed in the morning.

Yawning, she stumbled downstairs and paused at the action. Strange, this wasn't her assignment area. This wasn't even her normal room. Where's all her stuff?]

This is not my usual place. Trude? You here?

[B. Benny Road to Park]

[Erica's wandering around, dressed in a shirt and panties and nothing else. There wasn't any of her usual uniforms anywhere and she wasn't going to wear shorts or a dress if she could use it. Currently, she was poking at a few things here and there, making sure that she wasn't seeing things.

If she sees you, she'll give a wave.] Hey.

Comments

[littleredwolf]

[Sansa turns bright red and quickly averts her gaze at the sight of the other girl wandering around in just a shirt and panties. In Westeros, it's immodest for a woman to show her ankle in public, let alone walk around as exposed as Erica is at the moment.]

Where are your clothes?!

[ultra_ace]

Hmm? I'm wearing them already. [Oh, a person who hasn't seen a Witch before? Weird...]

I'm dressed appropriately.

[littleredwolf]

No you're not! You look like a-

[Sansa is a proper lady and can't bring herself to say 'whore,' so she struggles for a second before indignantly pulling herself up to her full fourteen-year-old height.]

It's very indecent of you to walk around like that!

[ultra_ace]

[Well Erica is sixteen and she waves it off with a light grin.]

Yeah but where I come from, this is totally decent. Got a whole squadron of wingmates without pants back home.

[littleredwolf]

[Absolutely scandalized at this point, omg.]

You must come from a very [- she wants to say barbaric -] strange place, then. In the Seven Kingdoms, a lady must cover herself, lest others think she lacks virtue.

[JUDGING YOU SO HARD but she's also a bit curious, so.]

...what are 'wingmates'?

[ultra_ace]

Huh, that's something Perrine would say, being from a noble house and all. But then again, that's Perrine.

[She grinned, hands on hips.]

Wingmates, to fly in the air? You've never heard of Strike Witches before I take it, from your reactions.

[littleredwolf]

[Sansa takes a sudden step back.]

You're a witch?

[ultra_ace]

Yep. But my strikers aren't here so I guess I'm just grounded for now.

[littleredwolf]

You don't look like a witch.

[Not that she's ever seen one herself, but the romantic tales she loves tend to have a witch or two. Exactly none of them are described as blonde teenage girls.]

[ultra_ace]

What, you think that Witches wear pointed hats like they did so long ago during the medieval era? I'm a modern witch from back home. I don't think Witches have worn the "garb" for almost a generation now.

[littleredwolf]

Witches don't seem to wear much garb at all where you come from.

[u hussy]

[ultra_ace]

Those in service don't. We need our legs free for our Strikers. If we wear pants or a skirt, it gets tangled up in the mechanics.

[captainofthe10th]

[ Someone on the opposite end of dressed is lumbering by, in full battle-plate, toting a cannon that'd normally require a witch to carry one handed. Oh and he's like 8 feet tall. Sup. ]

Isn't that a bit... cold? Even in this weather?

[ultra_ace]

[Sup! Erica's going to look up at Garvel and grin, waving.]

Not at all! It's just comfy for me actually.

[captainofthe10th]

I see. It is somewhat unusual, or so I am told. That is why I do not train in a loincloth [ Anymore. </small.]

[ultra_ace]

Most people haven't seen a Witch before the way they're gawking and saying shameless recently. What year is it? It doesn't look like 1945 even if this place looks like Liberion.

[captainofthe10th]

You would so casually proclaim yourself a witch, then?

[ His demeanor changes, an edge of menace in his voice. ]

[ultra_ace]

[If she was ruffled by his demeanor, she didn't show it. Instead she gave a jaunty salute.]

Yep! 1st Lt. Erica Hartmann, Earth's finest Strike Witches of the 501st, commissioned to defend earth from the neuroi, aliens if you haven't heard of us. We're pretty famous.

[captainofthe10th]

You slay Xenos?

[ultra_ace]

Been that way for years now since 1944. Conventional weapons weren't working, only magic augmented weaponry does. They showed up and we tried to make contact, but they're only interested in blowing up earth.

A.

[fatherangeldust]

[He had been up early that morning... and looked over at the sound of stumbling footsteps. He wasn't expecting to see an undroned child, but it was somehow comforting. Anderson turned his attention towards this newcomer.]

Are ye alright...?

Re: A.

[ultra_ace]

Hmm? Yeah I'm fine. Just kind of surprised that I'm in Liberion somehow. Must have been some night.

[fatherangeldust]

Ah am unfamiliar with that name...

[A small shake of his head.]

... it was hard hard fur meh tae believe, but yer far from home right now.

[ultra_ace]

Really? This looks like a Liberion town...

Hmm... I don't think I could have made a trans-atlantic flight in one night anyhow. Even from Gallia. Where am I?

[fatherangeldust]

[Oh boy... now he understood how others felt when explaining the situation to him...]

Ye are in a town, called Mayfield. Unfortunately...

[A pause.]

... Perhaps ye should sit down.

[ultra_ace]

All right, not like I'm going anywhere. [Sitting down, she leaned to the side.] Mayfield huh?

[fatherangeldust]

[A small nod in response... and then...]

Yer right. Ye won't be goin' anywhaur fer a long while. Ye see, yer trapped... a prisoner within th' city.

[ultra_ace]

Really? Oh crap... how did they manage to do that?

[fatherangeldust]

A good question.

[Clearly... he didn't know... and it bothered him.]

[ultra_ace]

Great. That's... honestly chilling. And I'm guessing this isn't a Liberion town is it...

[fatherangeldust]

Perhaps ye should tell me what a Liberion town is...

[ultra_ace]

Liberion? It's the large continent between the Pacific and the Atlantic. There's Liberion North and South, and it's where one of my wingmates comes from. I think she's from the midwest. Their towns looks something like this, right down to the picket fences.