New Connections (Open)

God, traveling out of the country was exhausting. And terrifying. And anxiety inducing. So was trying to navigate new places, and dealing with crowds of people... Why'd he take this trip again?

Elijah had just gathered up his luggage, somehow managing to weave his way through the sea of people and to the exit of the airport. The Irishman pulled out his phone to check the time, pleased to see that he had gotten through the airport only 15 minutes after his flight touched down. He tucked the smartphone back into his pocket before looking around, feeling oddly exposed without his armor. The metal suit would only draw attention though, so he'd built a small enough copy of his bracers to hide under his suit sleeves, just in case.

The Ginger could hear people gossiping around him, fascinated by the mix of English and Marathi being spoken, but when a group of people pointed toward an Omnic. A very large Omnic. The OR-15 unit Effie had reconstructed! What luck, finding one of the two people he was looking for in a city of millions. He nearly forgot his luggage in his excitement to go and greet the robot, now hyper focused on his whole reason for traveling so far from home.

"Excuse me? Orisa, is it? I have heard much 'ov your work here in the city." He said with a smile, years of speech and manners training still stuck into his habits.

Yuratta walked the streets of Numani, passing as just another member of the Shambali, of course, he was not. His robes, however, still proved an effective disguise. The boy was foolish, moving around as much as he did. While he, and the world, may have thought it was just a Talon operation that was interrupted. There were bigger players involved. And now, Yuratta had been set back a good amount, and Yuratta did not approve of set backs. "Pardon me. Are you the one called Elijah?" He asked, arms tucked into sleeves and head lowered. Yuratta knew, he knew the moment the boy set foot in the city, he knew as he was organizing traffic signals to ensure no one else was around. He knew while he was having Talon snipers, one's that were truly loyal, to take up positions on rooftops and in windows. The trap was set and slowly springing, Elijah's reaction would prove where things went.

The Irishman had excused himself from his conversation with Orisa, after planning a meeting with Miss Oladele, of course. As he turned to make his way to his hotel, he was stopped by the monk imposter. Not that he knew they were faking it.

"Yes, though there are many Elijah's I guess I'm... a famous one though? It feels odd saying that." Eli bit into his lip to stop his own rambling. He offered a hand to shake to the omnic, "Elijah Bray of Aaron Industries. How do you do?" That sounded better. More professional. Butaybe this wasn't meant to be professional. Or maybe he wasn't professional enough. He was still new to the social aspects of his new position.

"Most excellent." Yuratta nodded. "Elijah, do you realize the ramifications of your actions young man?" The Omnic took his hands from his sleeve and waved them towards Eli, metallic rings flew forth, binding his wrists and ankles."You can struggle if you wish, but it will be most painful, and perhaps even lethal." A red dot appeared at the center of Eli's chest, more for show than anything else. "You have caused me and my associates some major set backs, and I don't enjoy set backs." The Omnic stepped forward and held a hand out, very close to Eli's face. "Choose your next words very carefully."

Elijah's smile had dropped and his face went pale at the Omnic's initial reply. Then the air was knocked out of him as he fell to the ground after losing the mobility of his feet.

"Oh dia, oh dia-" His breathing was already picking up, an early sign of a panic attack. He wiggled on the ground a bit, bringing his wrists closer to his face before he noticed the dot. Freezing, Elijah's eyes snapped back up to the omnic, panic clear on the human's face. He tried to back away from the metal hand, though he couldn't exactly get far. "D-Don't touch me. Ná gortaigh dom, Níor rinne mé rud ar bith-" He started rambling under his breath, nearly hyperventilating now.