((this one popped into my brain last night and kept me awake for a good half-hour))
((Edit: Wiregeek here - too lazy to fire up my laptop so I'm pretending I'm @DJ w00t this morning))
Evangelia, teenage leader of The Legendary, perched morosely on top of a Council base wall in Striga Island. Staring blankly over the ocean, she mostly blended
into the shadows of the evening. The bright blonde hair stood out, though. Fortunately for them, the Council soldiers guarding this base were more incompetent
than most of their ilk, and were on the other side of the small compound warming themselves around a barrel fire. Wrapped in her thoughts, she didn't even
blink at a blue projectile landing in the midst of the crowd of zombies in the hollow near the compound. The glowing figure that resolved from that projectile
launched itself again, leaving crushed and frozen zombies lying on the ground as it leaped towards the wall, auras dropping away as it flew, until the steaming
form of a de-powered Mag Flashlight landed on the wall next to her with barely a sound from his landing.
Mag stretched, eyeballed the situation, and sat down on the wall next to Evangelia. When she didn't say anything, he grunted, and the two sat in silence
for a few minutes. Finally, he spoke.
"I could give you the whole line about having been there, having stared the darkness in the eye an all that." Mag said, in a level voice. "But I
don't think you need to hear it. You're doing a good job, and have a good team. Those two things will get you through your doldrums a lot better than
anything I _could_ say. You're doing a good job, kid. Don't worry about it."
Eva turned back to the gathering gloom of an increasingly dark Striga night, and pondered this. As a war wolf wandered into the hollow before them, and was
immediately set upon by the zombies gathered there, she nodded and looked up at the armored form beside her.
"You're right, you know. I've got a VERY good team."
Mag nodded agreement, and pointed off to the left. "Let's grab the ferry and hit Peregrine. The carnies are up to no good, and you _know_ how much fun
it is ruining their day."
Eva ventured a smile. It seemed to feel right, so she kept it on. Mag took a careful step away and his armors flared into being. Through the ice, he regarded
her with a level stare, then winked. The two figures shot off into the night, a blure of blue and a blure of gold.
((Edit: Wiregeek here - too lazy to fire up my laptop so I'm pretending I'm @DJ w00t this morning))
Evangelia, teenage leader of The Legendary, perched morosely on top of a Council base wall in Striga Island. Staring blankly over the ocean, she mostly blended
into the shadows of the evening. The bright blonde hair stood out, though. Fortunately for them, the Council soldiers guarding this base were more incompetent
than most of their ilk, and were on the other side of the small compound warming themselves around a barrel fire. Wrapped in her thoughts, she didn't even
blink at a blue projectile landing in the midst of the crowd of zombies in the hollow near the compound. The glowing figure that resolved from that projectile
launched itself again, leaving crushed and frozen zombies lying on the ground as it leaped towards the wall, auras dropping away as it flew, until the steaming
form of a de-powered Mag Flashlight landed on the wall next to her with barely a sound from his landing.
Mag stretched, eyeballed the situation, and sat down on the wall next to Evangelia. When she didn't say anything, he grunted, and the two sat in silence
for a few minutes. Finally, he spoke.
"I could give you the whole line about having been there, having stared the darkness in the eye an all that." Mag said, in a level voice. "But I
don't think you need to hear it. You're doing a good job, and have a good team. Those two things will get you through your doldrums a lot better than
anything I _could_ say. You're doing a good job, kid. Don't worry about it."
Eva turned back to the gathering gloom of an increasingly dark Striga night, and pondered this. As a war wolf wandered into the hollow before them, and was
immediately set upon by the zombies gathered there, she nodded and looked up at the armored form beside her.
"You're right, you know. I've got a VERY good team."
Mag nodded agreement, and pointed off to the left. "Let's grab the ferry and hit Peregrine. The carnies are up to no good, and you _know_ how much fun
it is ruining their day."
Eva ventured a smile. It seemed to feel right, so she kept it on. Mag took a careful step away and his armors flared into being. Through the ice, he regarded
her with a level stare, then winked. The two figures shot off into the night, a blure of blue and a blure of gold.