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[stormfist]

Who: Jayden and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes - fleetwide
Action: If you want? - SS Goldstone
When: not too long after the latest shuffle

[ Oh, look. Another week, another round of people coming and going. She happens to be looking through posts and information on her device (out of sheer boredom) when she notices something in the rosters change... Curiosity gets the better of her, and she reads through the list, noting anything different. She especially notes the absence of a certain name. And she really, really especially notices that it's now impossible to contact her. ... Damn.

So, she sends out a text to the network as a whole instead. ]

if anyone's looking for Betamax-8, Exo Warlock, used to be on the bishop - name's stricken from roster. so she's gone.

[ She wants to say "gone home" but she's not sure she believes that. Jesus, now that she's actually confronted personally with people she knows coming-and-going, she has to think about it, and it's all... off-putting. How about that. ]

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[stormfist]

[ Jayden's a little surprised that he taps out - he was doing damn well, after all. But she's starting to get worn out as well. So when he bends over, she lets herself start breathing deeply as well, arms dropping to her sides as she looks up to the ceiling. ]

Necessary stamina. [ What? It's true. ] You kept up, though. Seriously. ... Nice throws, too. Shit.

[expellerhead]

[hey fuck u maybe if he did raids every day instead of ten tons of deskwork he'd be able to run to the fucking moon too]

Also necessary. [sighs and straightens up, fixing his hair and heafing to the water station] Though they're not worth much if my opponent can break half of my holds. [which she did]

[stormfist]

[ you don't want to run to the moon friend, it's all hollowed out and evil now. lots of green, glowy shit down there. so gross. ... Also? Stop underselling your skills.]

Only after figuring out how. Took me a minute. [ She rolls one of her shoulders. ] You did knock me on my ass a few times before that.

[expellerhead]

[underselling himself is part of his strategy ok don't knock it] I would be embarrassed of myself if I couldn't at least once. [there, you happy?] You said you're a Guardian; what exactly does that entail?

[stormfist]

[ she'll catch on. at some point. ]

We push back the Darkness. [ dryly. Okay, so maybe everyone referring to things as ~The Darkness~ still seems incredibly melodramatic to her. But... since it is a real thing, time to elaborate!

... But don't mind her stretching her arms a bit as she talks. ]

Bunch of alien races are the enemies of the Traveler. Showed up centuries ago, wrecked all of our shit, destroyed everything. So right before it died, the Traveler sent Ghosts out to find people capable of helping. Guardians. We protect the last remaining city on Earth, we fight off the aliens who trashed our shit, and we try to restore the Light back to the Traveler.

[ Done with her stretching, she takes a deep breath, and now it's her turn to start toward the water station. ]

So in short, I fight. All day, every day. Wherever they need to send me. Earth, Venus, Mars, Saturn...

[ It's subtle, but her tone implies she doesn't resent it. It's fact, and she's fine with doing whatever she can to help. ]

[expellerhead]

[why do half the people here have these crazy mmo backgrounds]

...that sounds tedious. [brings over some water for her too, like a fucking gentleman] So by centuries ago, does that mean the war is centuries old, or that both you and the war are getting on in years?

[stormfist]

[ because the other half are either too anime to function or belong on the cw - if not already straight outta the cw. ]

It's a lot to do, yeah. [ She wasn't expecting the water. djfskal but she takes it with a nod. ] Thanks.

[ She pauses at the question though. ... Then shrugs a shoulder and p much blurts out, ] The war's centuries old, I died centuries ago. Ghost woke me up about two years ago. Makes for some questionable age math.

[expellerhead]

'Woke you up,' huh... [revived her, that is. brought her back to fight day in and day out, not that she looks particularly perturbed by it.] That's a pretty fantastical story. I think you can go ahead and call yourself hundreds of years old.

[stormfist]

[ She's good at burying shit, that's all. ]

Can't decide if that sounds more impressive, or depressing. [ She's pretty amused, though. ] Would be weird filling out any paperwork, writing my age as "couple hundred and something".

[expellerhead]

[ALSO A HELPFUL SKILL]

Pretty sure whether or not "couple hundred or something" sounds impressive or depressing depends on your delivery.

[stormfist]

[ Damn right it is :|b ]

Yeah? What kind of delivery should I aim for, then?

[expellerhead]

Asking me for advice on presentation? [gestures to entire self] Do I look like an appropriate judge of that?