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Sarah Connor	Monday afternoon. With the day off, Sarah looks around the neighbourhood. Just in case! Whether there are Terminators around, or just to look familiarise the quickest way out, she is always looking around new neighbourhoods. Always. Besides, it's always nice to work out in a new place. If there is one thing that New York, and the surrounding areas, has its lots of parks with jogging trails. She just clocked in her first rep around the park, and was stretching her legs before deciding whether or not to go around again. It was a dull day. Not many people were around because of that. And with the school year underway, even the park proper was silent.
Bai Wuyun	It's always a good idea to be aware of one's surroundings. This is something that Bai Wuyun has learned and learned again, typically the hard way -- by being ambushed. The days of the war he knows are long ago, but the awareness he learned from it remains a part of him. From his particular vantage point, he'd noticed the woman enter the park. He'd watched her then as she'd made that one turn around the jogging trail of the park. And his curiosity was piqued, which was a thing that wasn't difficult to do. He often blamed his curiosity on the feline part of his nature. It often amused him to do so. He shifted his position, rising to his feet on the branch he had been sitting on, and then he lightly steps off it. It's a short enough drop to the ground, and he lands easily on his feet before he steps out from amongst the trees and into the park proper. His steps are soft, and the robes he wears make silken whispers of sound. As he steps out into the park itself, he deftly plucks a lollipop (dark green, if one were to notice such a detail) out of what appears to be nowhere, and the wrapper of it crinkles as he removes it before slipping the sweet treat into his mouth.
Sarah Connor	When she noticed the leaves move in a particular pattern larger than the normal birds or animal, Sarah was alert. Mind you, the terminators aren't very sly, and she'd never known them to climb up trees to spy. But there was always a slight chance! When the leaves parted on Bai, she wasn't sure. He /looked/ like a human being.. sorta. Not a terminator. She kept an eye on him, just in case. But the lollipop made her shake her head. So far the terminators had not taken up the humans' peculiarities - like lollipops. They discovered coffee at the diner, but even then most of the time the coffee sat in front of them getting cold. This one seemed to be enjoying his lollipop. Then again, Sarah had learned to read humans vs. machines very early on in order to stay alive. Stretching her arms over her head, she peered again at Bai.
Bai Wuyun	Indeed, the Haixingren does look human, at least to outward appearances. Inwardly is where things get a little bit... weird. His choice of clothing is also an oddity, though there are times when it fits in better than others, especially here in Chinatown. Different festivals tend to cause people to bring out clothing of an older style, or so he's noticed. Some might consider his hair to be another oddity -- long enough to reach his knees, the sides are drawn back and twisted to be held in place with a hairstick. The fingers of his right hand lightly twirl the stick of the lollipop briefly before he lowers his hand to his side, and judging by the movement of the lollipop's stick, his tongue pushes the candy to rest between his teeth and cheek. He has certain peculiarities, the lollipops being but one of them. But they're better than smoking, which would damage both sets of his lungs. And he rather enjoys the sweet treat -- one of the few sweets he actually eats. He tried coffee, once -- tried it, and instantly disliked it. Tea is, by far, his preference. His dark gaze passes from toe to head of the woman, and once he's nearer to her -- not quite within arm's reach -- he inclines his head towards her in a sort of greeting. "It is a good place to train, to practice," he says softly, his words having an unusual accent to them. Nowhere from this world, at least. He speaks English rather than his native tongue, though the words may have a bit of hesitance behind them, for his hours of learning it haven't quite given him full comfort with using the language.
Sarah Connor	Her Chinese is rather poor - almost non-existent. So when Bai doesn't speak in his native language (she /thinks/ it would be a dialect of Chinese), Sarah is actually grateful. It was the use of the word 'training' that has her up in arms. Most people wouldn't use the word 'training' for someone jogging around the park. Yes, she WAS training, but who was he? And how does he know? Sure he looks odd. He speaks with a horrible accent. She faces him, and takes a really good look at him. This isn't a terminator, but neither was he normal. She decided that the use of the word 'training' was deliberate, and likely to suss her out. "Sometimes. Depends on what I have come to do. I don't like my training to always be the same."
Bai Wuyun	Alas, she'd have even more difficulty with his actual native language, if he were to choose to speak it. Yet he has a translation device, even if he were to resort to using it, so she'd not be left without a means of understanding him. He does appear Chinese, or at least Asian, and so it's logical to presume that he'd speak one of those dialects. Many others within Chinatown have made that presumption, which has made him grateful for his translator. Indeed, most people wouldn't call jogging training. But most people aren't Bai Wuyun, and most people haven't served time in a war. He understands what jogging can do for a body, as well as other physical activity. He used to jog and run and partake of many other activities when he was training. He tilts his head a touch to one side, his gaze holding to her as he studies her while she does the same to him. The choice of wording had been entirely deliberate on his part, and so she's absolutely correct to presume so. A hint of a smile touches at the corners of his lips, and he gives a small nod to her words. "This is true. A varied regimen is best. It trains the muscles better and makes them more enduring to physical stresses," he says softly, a thoughtful note to his voice. "At least, I found it to be so," he adds.
Sarah Connor	Well, if she didn't know before, she knew now. "That's about the size of it. And not always jogging." Hell, Sarah didn't jog at the same time consistently. The terminators wouldn't give her the same time. She couldn't predict when they would attack, so she trained at different times of the day and night. "Seeing that you look like a cross between a Buddhist and some old time movie, how to you know I'm not just jogging for a marathon, huh?"
Bai Wuyun	A smile touches at the corners of his lips, and the man inclines his head towards her at her words. His gaze slips from her for a moment, to pass over the park, and then returns after that brief scan. "It is good, to not always engage in the same activity. A body requires variety," he says softly, lifting his right hand in a faint gesture. His own activities have varied times that they happen at, and seldom the same thing at the same time for multiple days. It's simply the way he is. He takes a moment to be quiet then, the lollipop in his mouth being moved by his tongue, brought away from his cheek to rest on his tongue a moment before he slips it over to his other cheek. Given that his words haven't been garbled by that lollipop's presence, it would seem this is a familiar thing for him. One of his eyebrows arches upwards at her comment about his appearance, and he can't help but to chuckle at the words. "That is an entirely fair assessment," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. "I am neither Buddhist nor from an old movie," he says softly, his gaze holding steadfast upon her for a long moment. "As to how I know... you do not have the look of someone who runs to run, to compete with others in the same. You are a warrior. It is in the way you move, and it is in the way you watch the things around you," he adds.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake comes walking into the area, looking up in the air. He has a controller in his hands, and is piloting a drone. It is colored red mostly with yellow and black highlights. He is walking at a leisurely fashion. Looking down to the controller now and again, but unlike most drone flyers he is keeping aware of his enviroment.
Sarah Connor	Sarah has to laugh under her breath. "Damn Diana." He wasn't wrong, just she's not used to this many people who noticed it. Then again, in this neck of the woods, heroes were abundant. Something which she isn't used to. She caught Tim over *there* with his drone. "Here comes another one who hides in plain sight. Don't know who he is, but if you suspected me, you will suspect him."
Bai Wuyun	Perhaps it's the sound of the drone's motor or perhaps it's the colour of it -- the red and the yellow, or perhaps it's a combination of both factors. Either way, some part of the drone catches Bai Wuyun's attention. His gaze lifts away from the woman standing near to him, and his eyes narrow slightly as he watches the drone's flight. He chooses not to interfere with it though he could if he wished to, and his gaze lowers back to Sarah. Such technology existed in his home. "My apologies, I do not know anyone named Diana," he says softly, inclining his head towards her in an apologetic fashion. "I suppose war finds every world, in time," he adds, frowning a touch before he gives a faint shake of his head, his long hair whispering against his back. He's quiet for a moment then, and he moves his left arm to slightly adjust the fall of his sleeve. "I am Bai Wuyun," he offers then, by way of introducing himself to her. One of his eyebrows lifts a touch of out amusement, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "We all hide, in some way or another. One who has walked the path of a warrior is perhaps more likely to recognize another who does the same," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. There's more than one thing that he hides, after all -- from being a warrior to being an alien and other things besides. His gaze turns towards the man who controls the drone, studying him as the fellow takes a few steps, and he gives a small nod. "Mm," he affirms.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake does hid his training pretty well, at least while he is not in costume, but he has taken some self defense classes to at least cover some of that. He looks over and spotting the people looking at him, he will offer them a nod in greeting. His drone gives him a decent view of the area, and he taps in a few commands onto the controller, and it starts a preset circuit.
Sarah Connor	Sarah takes a bit before she responds to Bai. "You aren't young. It's not many who can live so long in the face of battle." Battle, as opposed to war. Then again, what she lives could be considered war easily. "Name's Sarah." No last name is offered. "Wonder what he's looking for?" And then, louder. "Diana Prince. She mentioned to me that I move like a warrior. Very few people are astute enough to tell that about others. Usually people put on their blinders and go about their own little ways. It's probably better that way."
Bai Wuyun	For a long moment, Bai Wuyun watches the man who controls the drone. He offers a nod of greeting, yet there are no words to accompany the gesture. For a moment afterwards, he still watches, then lifts his gaze to the drone as it begins a circuit. A touch of a frown finds the corners of his lips. "It seeks," he comments, the words both a guess and a statement. What it seeks, he has no idea, but he knows such things are used for looking. His gaze lowers back to Sarah, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and one of his shoulders faintly lifts. "It depends on one's perspective," he comments, sounding a touch amused. He's quiet for a moment, perhaps deciding how to say what he wishes. "To the human perspective... I am not young," he says softly, studying her. He gives a small nod, as though perhaps to lend weight to his words. The human perspective -- it's an odd choice of words, isn't it? He looks past her, across the park and towards a stand of trees, drawing in a deep breath. "I have seen years' worth of battles in the name of a war that often felt as though it could not be won," he says quietly, then gives a small shake of his head. "It was a time long ago, and a place far from here. A lifetime ago," he adds, a bit quieter yet. He died in that war, and so to him, it truly was a lifetime ago. Battles make up a war -- he's seen both. Bai Wuyun turns his gaze back to her and he gives a small nod. "It is an honour to meet you, Sarah," he says softly. He doesn't question the lack of a last name. He glances towards the man controlling the drone, and he gives a small shake of his head. "I do not know, but it is a question that could be asked," he says softly. One of his eyebrows lifts slightly, and he gives a nod. "People do not see what they do not wish to see, what they do not know how to see. They go about their business without paying attention to others'," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. "It might be said that they are self-absorbed."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake will walk over to the couple a brow raised slightly as he takes in the man's clothing but does not comment on it. "Hello, how are you doing this evening?" He will ask her, and nods to Bai "And hello, as well." He offers his hand.
Sarah Connor	"Do you think that's so bad? To be self-absorbed? My greatest belief would be winning the war without anyone realising they lived through it." Then a little louder. "I've been at this war almost half my life. At this point, I don't know how to be anything else." Sarah shrugs. "You are lucky." She chuckles when Tim joins them. "What about you?" She faces him. "There's no way you've been at this for very long." She adds for Bai, "We could be the weavers at the Loom." Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos.
Bai Wuyun	The Haixingren knows that he's a bit of an odd sight with the clothing that he's wearing. What he wears is typical of his people, which he knows is rather atypical here. He's used to getting somewhat odd looks for it. His gaze lowers briefly to the hand that's offered, and it takes him a moment to reach out his right hand in order to accept it. While the act of a handshake is an everyday occurrence between people here, it's not something he's very familiar with. But he's trying. "Good evening," he offers in greeting, a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "I am Bai Wuyun," he adds. It seems only fair to give his name. He looks to Sarah, considering her queestions, and he lifts one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. "Perhaps it is, sometimes. Perhaps it is not, other times. I do not know this place well enough to know for certain which might be better," he says softly, a bit uncertainly. Earth is still an alien place to him. "If only all wars could be won in such a means -- such was not the case, in my home." One of his eyebrows lifts slightly, and he gives a small nod to her. "It becomes instinct. Ingrained in one's mind and body and soul. A warrior's ways and habits. It is hard, if not impossible, for a warrior to cease being what they have been trained to be... save for by death," he says. Those instincts are still in him, even though he doesn't readily appear the part. "Perhaps," he allows, in response to her statement of being lucky. He's alive, after all, and that's something. He chuckles softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Those who weave the strands of Fate?" he asks softly, a touch of curiosity to his voice.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake nods and says "Tim Drake." He does not add on the Wayne, not the he is denying it, people just normally act different around him when he adds that part, maybe not as bad here but in Gotham for sure. He looks to Sarah "At this? I have been working on drones and electronics since I could hold a soldering iron." He tells her not realizing he maybe marking himself as an enemy to her. "
Sarah Connor	Sarah quirks a brow at Tim. "Definitely not. You still have so much growing up to do." Which isn't a bad thing. "Not the dones. No." As for being a potential, Sarah doesn't know a single terminator who could answer a question like that without giving a hint of intelligence. Tim really thought that he was answering the question, and it showed. "We were talking about how long we have been fighting the good fight, so to speak. Though I'm beginning to suspect that Bai is the oldest." Which makes him Atropos. She nods to Bai, as she explains,"The Spinner who makes the wool. The Allottor, who measured out each. And the Cutter, she who snips the threads and weaves them in. In some legends, they are the life cycles, with Atropos being blind. In some legends, She was all three in one, and would present herself with what aspect which was needed."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake 's phone beeps, and he looks down at it, and mutters a bit "If you will excuse me, seems the drone hit something on it's route, I am going to have to go get it and work on it's programming some." And with that he is heading out and away.
Bai Wuyun	"It is an honour to meet you, Tim," he says softly, giving a small nod. If the 'Wayne' had been added on, then it would have no impact on the way he treated the man -- he doesn't know anything about the name. One of his eyebrows quirks up slightly as he glances towards the drone and then back to the man, and he gives a small nod to accept the answer. Electronics have never particularly caught much of his interest, but he can understand how they would. When Tim excuses himself to tend to the drone, he gives a small nod and watches the man head out. Then his attention turns back to Sarah, to listen as she speaks. His brow wrinkles slightly as he considers what she's said, and he gives a small shrug of one of his shoulders. "Perhaps. The war in my home started years before I joined it. I trained for a number of years first, and joined when I was thirty. It lasted for a dozen years beyond when I joined," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. It was years ago, and the war had been exhausting in many ways. He doesn't remember all of it -- some memories simply aren't there, but he doesn't tend to speak of the war very often. He still fights now, but it's for other things than the survival of his people. "Mm. The one who chose the manner of death and ended lives. It is... fitting," he muses, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He had killed, in the war, but it was either that or be killed, and so what choice did he have? He chuckles softly, and then he gives a small nod. "I do not know much of the Fates, as they serve this world, but that -- what you have shared, and what I have said, amounts to what I know. Fate... it can be fickle, sometimes," he says softly, his tone thoughtful. "It gives and it takes, and sometimes... if luck is on your side, what it gives is a second chance," he adds, a touch of a wistful note to his words. He crunched the last of the lollipop off the stick, then lifted his right hand to remove it from between his lips. The stick is then tucked away into somewhere that's nowhere at the same time -- from the same nowhere that the lollipop had first come from. "Do you favour a flavour?" he asks, curiosity in his words.
Sarah Connor	Sarah listens to him reminisce about his home planet. At least she was aware of off worlds - even if in her own thoughts, off world meant one of the alternative earths. Tim excused himself, and she waited for him to disappear, to turn back to Bai. Where he spoke of the Fates. "They are legends, and myths, and stories. Nothing more than that. If I believed them, the outcome would be determined, and my life would be simpler. As it stands, I still have to work my tail off in the hopes it will be enough." Of course he asks her the hard question: what flavour is her favourite. To which she hasn't a clue. All the flavours are about the same when you are fighting for your life on a daily basis. "My favourite? How so?"
Bai Wuyun	A hint of a smile touched at the corners of his lips, and he lifts one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. "To all things of myth and legend and story, there is a grain of truth. In some cases, the grain is small," Bai Wuyun says softly. "At least, that is what I have been raised to believe. But then -- I am also possessed of magic, so perhaps I have a reason to believe in things," he adds, a thoughtful note to his voice. "One's life is not predetermined. It is the choices we make that determine the path of our lives," he muses, giving a small nod. He had to believe that, given the path his own life has taken. "It will be enough. You must find it within yourself to keep faith in that, if nothing else," he says softly. There have been times when he's had to keep faith in his own choices and actions, that they would be enough. He chuckles softly at her response to his question about lollipop flavours, and there's a touch of amusement that comes to his dark eyes. "Your favourite. The one that you would enjoy to eat the most, to taste the most. To savour the most," he says softly. "I have quite an assortment of flavours to choose from, so it is likely that I have whatever your favourite happens to be," he adds, giving a small nod to her.
Sarah Connor	"I have no choice but to carry on." If she gave up.. if the terminators took out John.. the whole world would be all for not. It's been the only thing that had kept her going the past 18 or so years. But it was hard. And lonely at times. Bai explained about the flavours, and still Sarah had no answer. "I don't really know how to answer that. I really don't eat candies." With her regime so that she was always on the top of her form to beat the terminators, there weren't enough times when she just let loose. And candies were, by definition, letting loose.
Bai Wuyun	"It is either carry on or die. And death is not something I am eager to experience," Bai Wuyun says, a hint of a smile touching the corners of his lips. He's not eager to experience death again. He's already been dead once. He isn't likely to be lucky enough to live through it a second time. "We all fight for something. Or for someone," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. Life can be challenging sometimes. Everyone faces their own, it seems. Bai Wuyun tilts his head a touch to one side at her answer, and he gives a small nod. "No matter what you fight, or what you fight for, there should always be at least a moment or two in each day that is for you to enjoy something," he says softly, a thoughtful note to his voice. "One of each flavour would be too many at once. Other than the lollipops, I do not eat candies very much. But the lollipops... I eat them often. They replace a habit that is much worse," he comments, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. He pulls out a chocolate one, a peppermint one and a vanilla one, and he offers them all to her. "For you," he says, giving a small nod to her.
Sarah Connor	Without warning, Sarah holds out her hand and accepts the lollipops. And stares at them. Then him. "For me? What's the catch?" In Sarah's life there were always catches. Though the chocolate one smells pretty darn good.
Bai Wuyun	There's a small nod from him, and he releases the lollipops to her hand before lowering his hand back to his side. One of his eyebrows quirks up as she stares at them, and he chuckles softly. "They will not bite, I assure you. They have few ingredients to them, and they are flavoured naturally," he says softly. He prefers natural flavours to artificial ones. "Yes. They are for you. There is no catch to them. They are a gift," Bai Wuyun says, a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "Simply ask me if you wish more of them. I can give you any of those flavours, if you like them, or I can give you different flavours, if you wish to try others," he adds. Random acts of kindness are important.