[ oh that checks out. he almost laughs, actually, at how wildly perfect brawler is.
theres a surge of pride that beats true in his own resonation, that metallic microphone of all anxiety you claim, filled with the sense that of course vi could manage this. that there'll be nothing to worry about, that - well. maybe she won't have to awaken the same way, with all the trauma that comes with it. or maybe she'll find something different. something better.
the fear that blares across her echoes, too, an anxiety he takes on himself, curls close to his chest. not if he has anything to say about it, strohl thinks. not again.
either way, he stares up at vi, a smile dawning onto his face slow but sure. ]
That's the way! Would've been stunned if it'd been Mage. [ there's a wild delight to the way he says that, grinning near ear to ear as he puts his hands on his hips, checking out her cool sick archetype.
one of us, the feeling resonates. a part of our crew. ] One of my favourites, too, brawler - how do you feel?
[ she's sort of just - not flexing, but moving around? trying to see her range of movement. she's pretty quick, and she's definitely heavy. a punch would take someone out. ]
Hah. No thanks to the magic. [ she does not Like the Arcane
but she does like this. she does like feeling like she's part of something. she likes feeling like she could just slot right in, and it'd be okay. no mess. no fuss. just... friends, who won't change for the worst on her, people who want the same things she does. ]
Pretty fucking good, though. This thing would wallop the shit out of a lane runner.
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theres a surge of pride that beats true in his own resonation, that metallic microphone of all anxiety you claim, filled with the sense that of course vi could manage this. that there'll be nothing to worry about, that - well. maybe she won't have to awaken the same way, with all the trauma that comes with it. or maybe she'll find something different. something better.
the fear that blares across her echoes, too, an anxiety he takes on himself, curls close to his chest. not if he has anything to say about it, strohl thinks. not again.
either way, he stares up at vi, a smile dawning onto his face slow but sure. ]
That's the way! Would've been stunned if it'd been Mage. [ there's a wild delight to the way he says that, grinning near ear to ear as he puts his hands on his hips, checking out her cool sick archetype.
one of us, the feeling resonates. a part of our crew. ] One of my favourites, too, brawler - how do you feel?
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Hah. No thanks to the magic. [ she does not Like the Arcane
but she does like this. she does like feeling like she's part of something. she likes feeling like she could just slot right in, and it'd be okay. no mess. no fuss. just... friends, who won't change for the worst on her, people who want the same things she does. ]
Pretty fucking good, though. This thing would wallop the shit out of a lane runner.