K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
"Awesome!" The Dragoon's shoulder bumps playfully against Tal's, boyish enthusiasm radiating through his smile. Always up for a bout with a new opponent, Koa is already imagining the fun they can have with blindfolds on. Not the kind of fun his friend dreams of, alas - though the younger man wouldn't say no, should a partner suggest such a thing. It's important to have skills you can use in multiple settings, and Koa is nothing if not versatile.
Maybe he bristles a little bit at the idea of Ronin outranking him, though the former Commander totally does. "I mean... he's not, like, enlisted, exactly." He rolls his broad shoulders in a shrug, face screwed up into a comically ambivalent expression. "He's like, a consultant, I guess? So technically, when he's here, he outranks me, but day-to-day I'd say I have a little more pull." It's hard to simultaneously idolize your heroes and want to defend your own value as maybe just in this case kinda more, boots on the ground wise.
Also, Koa is proud.
But anyway. Rolling his head over the back of the pew, Koa peers toward a stained glass window, trying to make out the state of the world outside. "Reckon the rain is letting up?" he wonders idly, just in time for the window to light up as electricity surges without. He winces, turning back to Tal with a grimace. "Or maybe not. The weather's been absolutely nuts this year - in Torchline, too. How's Halo been?"
Maybe he bristles a little bit at the idea of Ronin outranking him, though the former Commander totally does. "I mean... he's not, like, enlisted, exactly." He rolls his broad shoulders in a shrug, face screwed up into a comically ambivalent expression. "He's like, a consultant, I guess? So technically, when he's here, he outranks me, but day-to-day I'd say I have a little more pull." It's hard to simultaneously idolize your heroes and want to defend your own value as maybe just in this case kinda more, boots on the ground wise.
Also, Koa is proud.
But anyway. Rolling his head over the back of the pew, Koa peers toward a stained glass window, trying to make out the state of the world outside. "Reckon the rain is letting up?" he wonders idly, just in time for the window to light up as electricity surges without. He winces, turning back to Tal with a grimace. "Or maybe not. The weather's been absolutely nuts this year - in Torchline, too. How's Halo been?"
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
