#{pzfr}

"It was just here a while ago but yes! Something was watching us..." Yellow Three wheeled away from where he had spotted something - or someone - hidden among the debris. The only trace that something, aside from themselves, had been here was a thin trail of pale slime .

Met with a familiar face, his first impulse is to tow the usual line, the one expected of any hero who was entrusted with a certain number of responsibilities. After all, hadn't that been what the historical record had shown? Where tales that sounded more at home in the realm of fiction were past off as fact.

Had he any chance to live up to the legends of old?

Maybe not, but fortunately, it hadn't served as a deterrent. Hadn't discouraged Miguel from attempting to settle the small matter of an incursion taking place in his own back yard, where malevolent forces had somehow obtained the means to travel across dimensions, with intentions of causing havoc.

Still, despite his intricate knowledge of the problem currently imposing its presence upon them with a crushing weight, the prospect of withholding a crucial announcement encourages the lifting of his shoulders. A welcomed distraction that elicits a harsh, hoarse laugh to leak from the Spider's throat as he entertains the thought.

"All right, cool," Doom agrees easily enough, tugging on her jacket as if it shifted uncomfortably or was out of place.

She's behaving quite a bit more subdued than usual at the moment and she isn't even aware of it. It's because she's feeling... some unknown feeling and she isn't sure why she's feeling it, so she's focused on keeping it in line, whatever it is. Not exactly unknown, but she can't exactly put it together either. It's something between nervous and existential dread. Either way, it feels connected to her soul, her energy, her life, her death, everything that makes her her, and if she can't get this figured out...

Send me ϟ for my muse to tell yours the story behind one of their scars.

It took a bit of deliberation before Kaki decided to tell this particular story.

“I used to not be a fighter, you know,” she started. “I wasn’t until I was already an adult. Originally, I was an emergency responder in search and rescue.”

After a few moments of silence, she pulled the collar of her armor down—the material creaking as it stretched along with the pull of her finger—just far enough to expose a deep, crater-shaped scar just below the left side of her clavicle.

“I got this when we dug a man out from under some rubble. He came to as we were pulling him out, and the first thing he saw was me, holding up the slab of concrete that he had been trapped under.” She let her armor go back to its normal state before continuing. “What we didn’t anticipate was him having a gun—a real gun, with actual metal bullets, not one of the blasters we were used to. The bullet’s still in there. It’s too close to an artery to remove, so…”

She shrugged.

“I didn’t blame the man when it happened, and I still don’t blame him now. I would have been terrified if the first thing I saw after being buried under rubble was someone from the same faction that destroyed my city trying to help me, too. It's a wonder that I didn't drop the slab, crushing us all.

"But, I think that was one of the first times I was confronted with the manufactured hypocrisy of the society I grew up in. After cutting your throat, it extended an opposite hand to offer its help...

@pzfr asked- Rex is hiding a red lightsaber behind his back, whistling a tune.

Something feels off. One could even say there was a disturbance in the force, perhaps. He can't quite say what exactly. A head turns, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into a nervous smile.

"It's not easy, doin' what I do. One day I'll just be servin' bourbon, the next I could be saving someone's life."

Another drag from her cigarette. One of the rare, peaceful nights where she can enjoy the stars with some tobacco and a flask.

"Wouldn't give it up for the world, though. I'm in much better place now than I was back then. You can really get used to this kinda quiet."

"Could've fooled me." And here they thought they'd found the perfect corpse to fill this hole they just dug. Of course, they didn't bother to check for a pulse.