#nameless-will

Another day, another dollar:

An old saying Darya heard lots during her youth.

Needless to say, the routine of a Galactic Federation agent chipped away each day. The more time she spent working on their behalf, the more integral their escapades were to building her identity. Not that Darya had any objections, seeing how she was starting to recognize the faces of her peers.

It was nice.

They were nice.

However, the federation's good spirits sunk every time Darya questioned how much longer until they stop by Earth. They were dead silent.

It was an odd sensation.

What could they be hiding...?

Curious as Darya may be, she could never find the right time to investigate. Especially between intermittent shootouts and objectives seeming to turn on a dime whenever trouble is identified.

Darya could wonder what reason Onomatopoeia had calling her to her quarters.

( nameless-will. ) ━━━━━━

"Hey Stranger. Do you dance? How about a dance battle!"

                        ❛   oh?   me?   ❜   you   point   to   yourself,   surprised.   sienna   eyes   glance   around,   left,   then   right,   making   sure   no   one   else   is   within   earshot   before   answering.  

I ended up getting Boothill's LC when he was around in anticipation of turning her into a Break Effect Monster that I experiment with to use alongside Harmony trio of MC, E6 Yukong and/or Ruan Mei. Y'know. Just for the hell of it.

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I humbly request you show more of those findings when you get the chance!

Seeing builds, fun screenshots, bro I eat all of this up for breakfast. Not to mention I'm learning a good thing or two out of it myself!

The 5D brain of borrowing the cowboy's gun to give to march.

"Aye, Cú! When are you gonna show me how to use spear. I need to get good with as many weapon types as possible, and Dan Heng's reach with his is still difficult for me to get past. Way I figure, learning how to use one'll give me the perspective I need to get around one."

He had been training on his own when the trailblazer called for him. Crimson spear rested on his shoulder as the other approached, the sides of his mouth lifting into a wide grin the more he heard them talk. Marquez was asking him to teach them. In other words, they wanted him to be their mentor. Actually, at no moment did the trailblazer said that at all, but that's what the galaxy ranger understood. To think he would once acquire a student of his own... it would be a lie if he were to say that he didn't find the entire situation rather exciting.

"That depends. If you're going to learn from me, first, you have to understand that I won't go easy on you just because you're my friend." But, at least, he wasn't going to be as unhinged as his teacher. The entire time he spent in that reality marble, he was certain that all their training matches and the strikes of her spear were meant to kill him. He never understood if she trained him to death because she refused to go easy on who would eventually become her successor, or if she had simply forgotten how humans were supposed to work. "Second, there's no quick route to reach a mastery level. Doesn't matter how much of a natural you are."

"Hey, bro. So which animations has Welt shown you from his world? We watched a little bit of Gundam, but I think it was just one of them in like a series or sum'n. The one that really stuck with me was that Gurren Lagann show, though."

"Believe in the me that believes in you." Somehow those words felt sacred with how seamlessly they're pulled off. For the anxious, for the new, it was a motto meant to instill a shared helix of courage above all else. Oddly enough, despite how new it was, the starting mark about Gurren Laggan managed to hit a chord. Strange.

Caelus's features melted to the sort that reflects fondness. "Honestly speaking? He's been more invested in showing me his personal projects. You've ever heard of the number called Arahato? Probably as much of a classic as you'd come to get from the guy." What was noted was how long he'd spend looking at that old sketch book, how often he'd grab some grub, sit back with the creative soul and just have excited back and forths.

In a way? It was really fun. There was a form of merit in letting these passions be finely shared.

"It's been goin' wonders in getting me off that Hollywood action movies kick from the 80s. Dunno why, but they always felt like the odd end weekend stuff to tune into."

A dismissive wave is soon made. "Neither here or there though. I've never got to fully watch the whole spectacle with the giant mechs, the spirals, the hotblooded human spirit n' all... Which, is all things I'd definitely be into. So why in the hell haven't I been gettin' into it sooner!?" Caelus openly muses, only to have an amused smile crack.

"What's your personal rating for it? I think that's a better question."

Dibs: accepting