02-18-2017, 12:48 AM
“That process still bothers me.” Ratione shivered as he sprinted out of the white void that was the Nexus gate. The armor came to grinding halt on the blank canvas, Jana rocking back and forth in her perch.
“Ya see I got over it really quickly!” She objected, “I don’t see why everybody keeps getting weirded out by it.”
“It is everything changing so suddenly.” The old man explained, raising his hand in a small gesture, “Suddenly you are in a completely different place. Different everything.”
“I guess, but maybe I’m just used to from all the arenas I used to fight in.” Janna unslung her rifle with surprising ease as she put one foot on Ratione’s shoulder and the other against the side of his helm, head submissively leaning out to the side. The yordle scanned the lacking horizon with her scope, occasionally twitching back and forth. “Don’t see anyone that would bother us, don’t think.” She dropped her weapon in front of the old man, arms swinging up reflexively and bringing it back up.
“You dropped this.”
“No shit Sherlock, I need you to carry it.”
“Why can you not?”
“Oh I can, but you can without having to worry about the weight, right?”
“…Yes, you are correct…” Ratione held up the rifle again, a bit higher, “Sling it onto my rear pack, or something behind me. I can’t reach that far.”
“Ugh, fine!” Janna snatched her boomstick and scurried over the Furtumin’s suit for a better position. Eventually, she hung the thing across the back of his jump pack, strap caught between that and the backplate. “All set,” the yordle returned to her perch, resting one arm on top of Ratione’s helm. “Alright, where to now…?” Her eyes snapped from gate to gate, playing eenie-minie-moe with each verse.
“I figured you had somewhere to go. Or are you a wanderer?” The veteran inquired. Janna pat the steel with her small blue hand.
“Nah, I got a place we can hide out, I think.” She rested her hand in her chin, “Don’t wanna run into my old boss though.”
There was a short moment of silence, Janna kicking her feet out back and forth, Ratione still and expressionless beneath his visor.
“If we run into them-“ Janna’s ears twitched as her ride spoke up, “I will take care of them.”
Janna raised an eyebrow, before grinning and giving a light chuckle, “That’s alright big guy, I’m not gonna put you into my bu-“
“I said, -“The old widower interjected with a deep growl, “I will take care of them.”
Janna sat as still as a stone in her spot, eyes wide and ears flattened to her head. “U-uh, yeah… sure…”
“Where is this hide out now?”
“I-it’s-“The yordle breathed for a second, gulping down some air before relaying the directions, “That one, start heading straight across.” She held out her index finger, and Ratione began sprinting his way over.
“Ya see I got over it really quickly!” She objected, “I don’t see why everybody keeps getting weirded out by it.”
“It is everything changing so suddenly.” The old man explained, raising his hand in a small gesture, “Suddenly you are in a completely different place. Different everything.”
“I guess, but maybe I’m just used to from all the arenas I used to fight in.” Janna unslung her rifle with surprising ease as she put one foot on Ratione’s shoulder and the other against the side of his helm, head submissively leaning out to the side. The yordle scanned the lacking horizon with her scope, occasionally twitching back and forth. “Don’t see anyone that would bother us, don’t think.” She dropped her weapon in front of the old man, arms swinging up reflexively and bringing it back up.
“You dropped this.”
“No shit Sherlock, I need you to carry it.”
“Why can you not?”
“Oh I can, but you can without having to worry about the weight, right?”
“…Yes, you are correct…” Ratione held up the rifle again, a bit higher, “Sling it onto my rear pack, or something behind me. I can’t reach that far.”
“Ugh, fine!” Janna snatched her boomstick and scurried over the Furtumin’s suit for a better position. Eventually, she hung the thing across the back of his jump pack, strap caught between that and the backplate. “All set,” the yordle returned to her perch, resting one arm on top of Ratione’s helm. “Alright, where to now…?” Her eyes snapped from gate to gate, playing eenie-minie-moe with each verse.
“I figured you had somewhere to go. Or are you a wanderer?” The veteran inquired. Janna pat the steel with her small blue hand.
“Nah, I got a place we can hide out, I think.” She rested her hand in her chin, “Don’t wanna run into my old boss though.”
There was a short moment of silence, Janna kicking her feet out back and forth, Ratione still and expressionless beneath his visor.
“If we run into them-“ Janna’s ears twitched as her ride spoke up, “I will take care of them.”
Janna raised an eyebrow, before grinning and giving a light chuckle, “That’s alright big guy, I’m not gonna put you into my bu-“
“I said, -“The old widower interjected with a deep growl, “I will take care of them.”
Janna sat as still as a stone in her spot, eyes wide and ears flattened to her head. “U-uh, yeah… sure…”
“Where is this hide out now?”
“I-it’s-“The yordle breathed for a second, gulping down some air before relaying the directions, “That one, start heading straight across.” She held out her index finger, and Ratione began sprinting his way over.
"Our fear is our weapon."