ten_fwd | Where am I now?

This certainly was a surprise to the sphere hunter. She had been working in a city she thought she would be trapped in forever but when she blinked she was suddenly standing in a bar. Not just any bar either, she was in space. It was a place that she ad only heard about from stories and she never thought that she would be able to see it first hand. Her hope flared as she looked out the windows. This might be a way to finally find her way home.

She walked over to the nearest person, trying her best to stay calm. Her strides were confident and her expression pleasant. She thought about getting a drink but decided there was something else she needed to do first, someone she needed to find.

"Excuse me but do you know where I am?" She paused a moment before continuing. "Wait, on second thought, I think I might have a better question than that. I'm looking for someone..."

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After deciding that she was here for the time being, Yuna began to explore the allotted corridors. She certainly looked like a tourist. As she walked she would stop, stare and then gape at the things that were unfamiliar to her. Spira had some technology but nothing like this, even her air ship couldn't compare.

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He blinks, startled and a little confused. It's rapidly becoming a common expression for him. She recognizes him, but he doesn't recognize her.

"Have we met?" he asks, eyebrows pulling together. She wouldn't be the first person on this ship who has met him in a previous universe, but it is possible she just knows his face because he's Captain America. "I'm sorry, I don't think I know him."

He's trying to be gentle. If he has to disappoint another person, the least he can do is be nice about it.

She felt her face fall at his words. It was two pieces of bad news. "You don't remember?" His face confirms it and it hurts more than she expected. Its different when you see someone who doesn't remember you than them just disappearing. It felt like something stabbed her in the heart, though she tried her best to hide it.

"Ah, I'm Yuna." She decided to start with her name as a thousand thoughts filtered through her mind.

His chair makes a soft scuffing noise across the floor as he gets to his feet. The disappointment she's trying to rein in is still palpable, and it's enough to fill Steve with regret so strong he's at least going to try to remember her. Maybe he's misplacing a face at SHIELD, or she could be someone he encountered in New York. He really wishes it was as simple as that.

"I'm sorry," he says, utterly sincere. "I, uh. I guess there's more than one of me running around. It's made things a little complicated on the ship."

He rubs the back of his neck. 'Complicated' is the nicest word he has for it. It's unsettling having to think about different versions of him across the universe, forming relationships he can't remember, fighting battles he's never fought. It challenges his whole self-perception, but right now he's more concerned over disappointing this young woman. He holds out a friendly hand. "It's nice to meet you, Yuna."

He hesitates, just a little unsure of himself. "Would you like to join me?"

She shook his hand with a smile. "I'd love too. Have you been here long then?" It made sense for him not to remember but then why did she? Her mind slowly begins to unravel the mystery but she quickly hits a wall.

Yuna took a seat next to him and lightly scratched at her cheek. She wasn't sure what she needed to know but she hoped that someone will remember her.

He's polite, remaining standing until she's seated, even offering to pull her chair out for her.

"A few months," he says, once he's resettled. "About five, I think. I'm used to counting days by a different calendar than the one they use here. It doesn't help that it's always dark outside."

He smiles a little lopsidedly, but sobers quickly. "Uh, you're on a starship -- spaceship -- called the Enterprise. People have been showing up from all across the universe. You're safe, though. I promise."

"I see." Yuna tried to keep her smile up even though it was hard. She had always practiced smiling when she was sad because she wanted to be her worlds hope. Now she used that talent once more.

Her arms rested on the table in front of her and for a moment she silently thought about his words. "Its nice to hear that its safe here. I admit that isn't something I'm used too."

Steve knows a thing or two about wearing masks. Even though he tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve more often than not (and gets the third degree from Hill and Romanoff for being a terrible spy), being Captain America comes with its own kind of masks. Some more literal than others.

"Everyone here is just struggling to adjust," he says, nodding in thought. "But the officers in charge have been doing what they can to keep everyone happy. They're part of a Federation of Planets that seems to value peace and diplomacy."

Rather than just preach it while their actions show something else.

His eyebrows knit just slightly. "You're not safe where you come from?"

Yuna had reservations about being part of a group and it showed on her face as he mentioned the federation. Big groups of people always ended up getting corrupted someone, no matter how noble the goal. She sighed and then rested her cheek on her palm.

"That's right. Where I'm from, there are monsters and things that we have to protect ourselves from. Every learns to fight to some degree."

He does notice the look on her face, and after a moment he can guess at what it means.

"I'm not. Federation, that is," he clarifies. For whatever it's worth. She's known him before, so she probably figured that out on her own, but he's a different Steve in a ... really different world. "Most of the people who have been brought aboard aren't."

No one's going to hold out a clipboard and ask her to sign up. At least, no one has yet. Steve is still trying to figure them all out.

His eyebrows jump up his forehead. "There are monsters where you come from? Like wild animals?"

"I see." She lightly tapped her chin while thinking through her current situation. His question snaps her out of her thoughts and she looked up at the hero with a smile.

"Yeah. It's what I am used too. It's.. well the reason why is a little.." She wasn't sure what word to say. It wasn't complicated but it was certainly unsettling. Yuna was used to mix reactions when talking about her world and her duties in it. The Steve that she knew had accepted her oddities but would he again?

The Steve before her now is patient, attentive, and respectful. He doesn't push her past when she's ready, and there's no judgement in his eyes. Just curiosity and interest, and maybe, just maybe, a little concern underneath it all.

It isn't that he doesn't think a girl as fair as Yuna could protect herself. He's known more than his fair share of tough gals and single mothers, fighters and war heroes. Still, it irks his sense of justice to think about her living in that kind of environment, where fighting monsters is the norm.

"Yeah?" he prompts gently, just so she knows he's listening.

Yuna lightly drummed her fingers against the table while she sorted out the best way to explain it. "It's sort of a long story overall but.."

Another breath. "Where I'm from there are these monsters know as fiends. They are the spirits of people who have died and weren't sent. Those spirits envy the living and that envy turns to hate. It is the summoners duty to guide the spirits of the dead to the Farplain."

The truth was that fiends were everywhere in her world and though they have tried to save the souls inside they don't really know how.

He looks surprised again, both eyebrows arched, but other than that his expression doesn't change. Her story doesn't faze him, though it's not the kind of thing he's used to hearing back home. Not from a living, flesh-and-blood person, anyway. Steve grew up a voracious reader, and it sounds very much like a number of stories and myths he has read before.

He beetles his brow, looking intensely thoughtful. "And these summoners ... you're one of them?"

"That's right. I became a full fledged summoner 3 years ago. There is a lot more to than just the sending." It was power over the dead, to speak with them and use their powers at her command. She didn't really like using it anymore if only because Yuna felt that the dead should be able to rest. Though on more than one occasion she has been told it was dark magic and its made a lot of people nervous around her.

She rested her chin in her palms letting out a long sigh. "It's sort of hard to explain things in my world. I'm so used to it while others aren't I always feel like I leave something out."

Where am I now?

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