[Video | Junk Pile]

[imnotyours]

[Yep. Lyra's been hanging out in the junk pile. And by hanging out, when she tells people that, she really means camping out there because the temple reminds her too much of being with Mrs. Coulter.

So, yeah, it's really just not comfortable being there.

She's got herself a pretty nice little place established, though it's not really that great for a kid and her daemon, but she's stubborn.

Right now though..]

It ain't real easy to find food people can eat around here. So, um, anyone know where I can get some stuff to bring back to camp?

[Arms crossed, she acts all cool and collected as she asks but she's really hungry at this point.

So much so that it's showing in Pan who's curled up in her arms as a rabbit looking quite down trodden.]

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[Video] - Action okay?

[notyourblueangel]

[The Junkpile itself is little to no help, as its surface appearance changes pretty much daily. But there are enough markers in the background for him to guestimate a triangulation. He'll also use the signal of her comm like a homing beacon. Worst comes to worst, he'll get into the area and she'll spot him. He nods.]

I know roughly where you are. And no bother. I'm in the area. I'll be there shortly. Leave your comm on - I'll track the signal.

[Video] - Sure!

[imnotyours]

Right, yeah. It'll be on.

[She fiddles with it a bit before huffing some, glancing away.]

thank you.

[Video - Action] 8D

[notyourblueangel]

[He can't help a faint smirk - that wasn't easy, was it? He can kind of understand, though.]

You're welcome. I'll be there in a breem or so.

[And true to his words, about ten minutes later, she'll hear the approach of . . . something large. Huge. Twenty-feet huge. He'll look around, finally locating the source of the signal as his optics fall upon the girl. He steps closer and kneels down, nodding in greeting.]

Lyra. Heh, find a friend? [He's referring to the creature on her shoulder who apparently has just managed to be out of camera shot before.]

[Action] C:

[imnotyours]

A what?

[Lyra mutters it to herself more than TC, shaking her head before plopping down with Pan in her lap to wait. She's use to the giant robots types by now so when the seeker approaches she only startles a little bit, clutching onto her daemon so he doesn't fall out of her lap.

And then she's peering up..and up.]

Huh--oh. No, this is Pan. He's my daemon.

Hello, sir.

[The rabbit lifts it's head, ears perking some as he peers up at TC as well.]

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[notyourblueangel]

[He nods in greeting. He doesn't know enough about organics to completely rule out that "animals don't talk". Besides, they've got a gun-toting, bad-attitude raccoon running around here somewhere, so who's he to argue?]

Daemon? Is that a . . . species?

[Even as he asks, he reaches down – slowly, so as not to startle or overtly seem to threaten – and offers his hand, palm flat.]

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[imnotyours]

No, daemons are the manifestations of peoples souls where I come from. When you're young, they can change forms and then when you get older and mature or wotever, they settle on one form for good.

[Lyra peers at his hand before moving to climb onto it, keeping Pan close as she hesitates a moment then sits down.

Just to be safe.]

[notyourblueangel]

Soul?  That's the organic equivalent of a spark, right?   [He's reaching to poke gently at Pan with a fingertip, half-expecting the tiny creature to be intangible.  He catches himself before actually does so, though, making himself drop his hand.]   Anyway . . . you've said you're hollow?  Uh . . . hungry?

[imnotyours]

I think so. Ain't that the thing in your--Don't touch him!

[She scoops Pan up and holds him close, the daemon taking the form of a ferret and disappearing into the girl's coat.]

You can't just touch a person's daemon! That's against the rules!

[notyourblueangel]

[The Seeker's first reaction is to want to scowl at being scolded by an organic, and an immature one at that. But if touching a manifestation of someone else's spark might do damage, or there was some other similar reason, he supposed he couldn't fault her for being upset. He keeps his expression neutral, though he can't help asking...]

Rules?

[imnotyours]

You can't touch another person's daemon! 'Cause it does weird things and it means weird things!

p[She really doesn't know all the specifics of it yet because she's young so, well, bear with her.]

Only daemons can touch each other and people can touch each other.

[notyourblueangel]

Means weird things?

[Asking more out of curiosity than anything. And he couldn't blame her for not knowing all the specifics yet. He's OLD even by Cybertronian standards, but he couldn't elaborate on all the details and consequences of why it'd be bad to touch his spark if asked. He nods.]

But a person can touch their own daemon, right? And vice versa? [Just double-checking, since he's seen them interact with each other physically.] So Pan's an energy being made up of your spark . . . soul . . . energy. He looks like he's solid...?

[imnotyours]

[Lyra sighed--almost huffed.]

Means you really like them or something. I dunno. That's what the masters at Jordan said.

[But she also wasn't sure how right they were; she's not going to risk it though.]

Course we can! Pan's my daemon so of course I can touch him. Just no one else can.

[notyourblueangel]

I see. [Not fully, but hey.]

[They'd been walking while they talked, and the Hub came into view.]

Here. The Pantry is that part over there.

[imnotyours]

And I can just take what I want?

[Seemed fishy to her but if Thundercracker said it was okay she'd go with it.]

[notyourblueangel]

I don't know exactly how it works. You'll have to ask whoever's in there. [Since this part is built specifically for humans and other organics, it's too small for him to get into, so he'll be dropping her off and waiting outside.] I'm sure there's some stipulation, though probably a minor one considering the people who set this up. I think I remember hearing something about if you find something in the Junkpile and you're not in immediate need of it, donate it to the Pantry. Something like that.

[imnotyours]

....Right. Okay.

[Seems easy enough.]

..Thanks for bringing me here, by the way.