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asgardgenesis2020-04-24 04:16 pm
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video; did you miss her?
[ They say with age, comes wisdom.
This is like that - but with age, came a solid addiction to Margaritas. Wisdom, it can be agreed, is second to this.
But does that give any kind of chill? Wrong. But she is definitely older, even if the details are still the same: flaming red hair, big green eyes, a robotic arm, and a voice horrendously loud as she booms down the connection. Eighteen has become twenty-five has become a bitter, lonely, running hard and fast and mean.
That jittery exuberance is the same though. For anyone who might have noticed her going missing for a couple of weeks (read: anyone who had to listen to her talk all the time at the top of her lungs), she's back.
And she appears to be, solidly, happily, drunk, waving an arm around, that is holding a champagne glass and a gun in the other. ]
'Sup, Asgard! You know how you all said I should get a hobby?
[ That shit-eating grin just gets bigger. ]
Well, guess what, I did -
[ wait for it. She sculls the champagne and throws the glass on the ground. ]
Now I'm a wedding planner! [ She bursts out laughing so hard she snorts before she clears her throat. There is a heavy swing of what appears to be a truly ridiculously sized gun in her teeny-tiny hands that she wields comfortably. ] Well this thing is freaking useless again, I can't believe I leave for like a decade and you guys can't invent guns yet.
Someone get me a margarita, stat. Mama's got a thirst that needs quenching after those freaking weird tentacle... cult.... guys... the creepy beating heart of a vault monster, whatever! I am wasted and I want to stay that way, so point me in the direction of the booze!
This is like that - but with age, came a solid addiction to Margaritas. Wisdom, it can be agreed, is second to this.
But does that give any kind of chill? Wrong. But she is definitely older, even if the details are still the same: flaming red hair, big green eyes, a robotic arm, and a voice horrendously loud as she booms down the connection. Eighteen has become twenty-five has become a bitter, lonely, running hard and fast and mean.
That jittery exuberance is the same though. For anyone who might have noticed her going missing for a couple of weeks (read: anyone who had to listen to her talk all the time at the top of her lungs), she's back.
And she appears to be, solidly, happily, drunk, waving an arm around, that is holding a champagne glass and a gun in the other. ]
'Sup, Asgard! You know how you all said I should get a hobby?
[ That shit-eating grin just gets bigger. ]
Well, guess what, I did -
[ wait for it. She sculls the champagne and throws the glass on the ground. ]
Now I'm a wedding planner! [ She bursts out laughing so hard she snorts before she clears her throat. There is a heavy swing of what appears to be a truly ridiculously sized gun in her teeny-tiny hands that she wields comfortably. ] Well this thing is freaking useless again, I can't believe I leave for like a decade and you guys can't invent guns yet.
Someone get me a margarita, stat. Mama's got a thirst that needs quenching after those freaking weird tentacle... cult.... guys... the creepy beating heart of a vault monster, whatever! I am wasted and I want to stay that way, so point me in the direction of the booze!
[Video]
He's also oddly happy to have her back. Did he even care for her that much? Apparently. ]
A decade?
[ Holy shit. ]
It's not been that long here, Gaige.
[Video]
I don't know, a long fucking time.
[Video]
[ Man. Six years, though. Does make him wonder. ]
So ... What's happened over there then in the past almost decade?
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Oh you know, on the run non-stop with no one left I know on my side of the galaxy and a crazy cult tried to kill everyone by unleashing a vault monster, two people I care about were horribly murdered by them and I didn't know about it until way too late because I've been too busy hiding and running from my teenage mistakes. But the day got saved by some new vault hunters.
I also took up interpretive dance! Just to round out that whole, disappointment to my parents shtick.
But, hey, here's looking at you, big new CEO of Atlas. Heard you survived your first real corporate war.
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At least the final bit is ... slightly more cheerful? He's happy to hear that he can be described as a 'big new CEO', anyway. Excuse him while he preens a little. Smoothing out his hair with a hand and everything. ]
Well, that's to be expected.
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[ Interpretive Dance, of all things? Did that just kind of happen? ]