"--And now, YOU will fall!"

Okay, so, a massive bomb dropped for me, and I am moving up to Illinois with my boyfriend, so I will be on an unknown-length hiatus. 

This is applied to all my active accounts, which are;

@sirenmerc, @suspiciousneighbor, @moiselleindistress, and of course, this one. Now, I don’t know how long exactly this will be, but I already have an apartment set up, already transferred to a job up there– I’m basically already set. 

“--Alright, Ulaz...” She assumed a stance, a slow smirk forming on her lips as she rolled her shoulders in preparation. She relied on her physical strength as much as her Phaselock ability, and weapon expertise, as much as anything... But no one would suspect just how much of a fighter--A survivor--She truly was until they witnessed it for themselves... 

She let silence hang between them. Allowed tension to build, before she charged him head-on, and collided into his body, quickly ducking down, with her leg sweeping underneath him to start their sparring session.

This would be a challenge, and she knew it...

“Trust me, if Bandits fuck this up, I’ll really fuck up their day.” She chuckled softly, and shook her head. “–But no, Bandits don’t come this close to a settlement, usually, not one they know is filled with armed citizens. They’re crazy, but not that crazy.”

“Now c’mon…I’m excited to see it too. I’ve seen it loads of times, but, I’ll tell you…It never gets old for me. It’s just so beautiful…” She carefully took one of his large hands, giving him a patient smile, before looking towards the direction of the door leading outside. She slowly opened the door, the draft of cold wind blowing inside. She shivered briefly, before a wide grin found it’s way on her face. “–You ready for this?” She asked him finally, giving him a quick glance, before looking once again outside.

“Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I could go out for a bit.” 

He followed Maya outside. He couldn’t help but let his jaw drop when he saw the huge amount of snow plied all over the place. He had never seen such an impressive display of weather like this. He kicked at the snow, quickly taking note how fluffy and light it was. It was almost like sugar, but it was just all water that fell from the sky, but frozen and isn’t hail. 

“Isn’t it, though?” She replied softly, the smile on her face failing to shrink in his presence as she showed him her home-- What she had made her new home. At the current moment, she was barefoot, as she was used to the snow by now, and allowed her bare feet to sink into the snow. She sighed through her nostrils and closed her eyes... This would never get old...

“–I can relate…” She sighed softly, raising her hand to her forehead. She wasn’t going to dare tell him not to, knowing she would do the same exact thing. She’d train that much harder. –She would just hate to see him get hurt again. Or get hurt worse.

“…” She couldn’t hide the fact she was worried for him. The thought of almost losing him– It terrified her. But she was silent, only breathing in quaking breaths through her nostrils. She looked up to him, cared for him. This was harder for her than she would ever admit…

                                         Damn her vulnerability…

“I know.” Being with her for this long has given him some insight to how she thinks, and shockingly she thinks quite similarly to him, they both want to stay as strong as they possibly could. No matter what happens to them, and no matter how much it takes. 

“...Okay. I’ll take that.” She replies softly, allowing her eyes to drift up to meet his masked face, her eyes softening to the point it looked like they were almost watering. “--You know, that...You could never be weak...Not even if you tried...Right?” She confessed, with a short laugh, smiling. There was visible tears now, but, at least she was smiling.

She briefly took a moment to collect each gun. If they came of no use to her, she could always sell them toMarcus, where they would fetch a good price, and would essentially provide weapons to the settlers scattered acrossPandora. Being Charitable and Earning money while doing it…                                                                                            Win/win, she would say.

“–Right. Tough break.” She responded when she finished listening to his story, while wrapping up with the collecting of the scattered weapons. Once finished, she stood upright.

Verne went his way up to the big sign that said “Catch-a-ride” spinning in big, glowing letters.

“Y'know i’m an alien right? I’m normally asked that first, but no one has ever just rolled with it. Like, i’m not illegal, i’m inhuman. And illegal in some areas.

So just to clear things up to move things along, I don’t carry space aids, I am NOT going to shove a giant machine up your butt, and I don’t abduct farm livestock. Those are stereotypes popularized by a rambunctious race known as the bghfrs, or black eyes in human tongue, they like to pose in blurry photographs.”

Verne breaked himself at the machine, observing the console i nfront of him.

She just followed after the alien, lifting her brows as he talked, silent for most of the way, until he finished his first statement. “Yeah, I know you’re an alien, man. It’s cool with me--We don’t get them around Pandora often, but you’re welcome here as long as you don’t cause trouble.”

She continued to follow after him, and couldn’t help but laugh when he stated that he wasn’t the stereotypical alien-- That he wasn’t going to PROBE HER?! This guy was hilarious... And she may, or may not have snorted.

“--Ah, man!” She said, after a break from her laughter as she continued to follow him. “You’re--You’re somethin’ else! Awesome, though!”

She then chuckled softly as the alien stood in front of the Catch-A-Ride, and stopped behind him.

“–Well, well…Look who’s out of bed.” She remarks softly, and turned her head to face him.

“Nothing stops you, does it?” The look on her face,was a worried, concerned one, though a soft smile graced her features, and her icy eyes softened.

“–Don’t worry, I’m the same way. I won’t rat you out. …Just be careful.”

At this point, Ulaz had already put on his mask. He wasn’t about to train and risk getting torn apart by any of the training equipment they had here, and well, if he got caught, at least by anyone other than Maya. He wouldn’t be recognized right off the bat. 

“--I can relate...” She sighed softly, raising her hand to her forehead. She wasn’t going to dare tell him not to, knowing she would do the same exact thing. She’d train that much harder. --She would just hate to see him get hurt again. Or get hurt worse.

“...” She couldn’t hide the fact she was worried for him. The thought of almost losing him-- It terrified her. But she was silent, only breathing in quaking breaths through her nostrils. She looked up to him, cared for him. This was harder for her than she would ever admit...

“Hey, Ulaz…You mentioned one time how you never got to really experience snow. Since the snow storm cleared up, you want to see it?” She asked with a smile.

“I promise–If you end up not liking it, we’ll go back inside. I just knew you’d appreciate it more than someone who would take it for granted.”

“Well, of course… I’m just a little concerned with going outside knowing that there’s the possibility of bandit attacks.” Of course, if she said it was alright to go out there, then he wouldn’t give it another thought. 

“Trust me, if Bandits fuck this up, I’ll really fuck up their day.” She chuckled softly, and shook her head. “--But no, Bandits don’t come this close to a settlement, usually, not one they know is filled with armed citizens. They’re crazy, but not that crazy.”

“–Alright, look; I know we just met and all, but…”

“If you need to confide in someone… Need to get something off your chest, I’m here, okay? I know I’m just a stranger to you…But, You can trust me.”

She then laid back down. “–But I’ll humor you. You just try to get some sleep too, okay?”

“I’m fine.” 

Ulaz didn’t know her well enough to trust her with this information. Well, not a lot of information just yet anyway. He just wasn’t sure if she was going to kill him later or not. 

“--Okay...” She couldn’t blame him, for not trusting her this early. Trust was hard to come by, but he... He seemed like someone she could trust. Something just told her...

       Pray that your loneliness 

                                       may spur you into finding something to live for, 

                                                                                                             great enough to die for. ( independent ; selective ; lance ; art credit )