#namelesswill

Dibs: accepting

"Maiou~! A fight you say?" her tail swishes about at the notion. "Well I guess I can entertain the thought." Stretching the woman's ears twitched. Getting off the massive beast Angelica lands next to him. She was always looking for a scrap during her travels. Donning her gloves she gives the Trailblazer a small smile.

"I hope you're ready Trailblazer!" She pulls a lance from a dimensional rift produced from her gloves as silently as can be. She seemed to be looking forward to the end of this encounter

You give me your knife, I give you my bat?

"What does being a Galaxy Ranger even mean, bro? Is it just the clout, or does the affiliation mean something to you?" | to Cú

Lying down, looking at the stars, the Galaxy Ranger could spend hours like that until the need to sleep got the best of him. He appreciated the silence, but he also appreciated the company next to him and the question asked to him. "Well, if we're getting technical, a galaxy ranger is a hero and intergalactic traveler who believes in the benevolence and justice of the universe, upholding it via personal action, hunting down evil, and embarking on new journeys." And belonged to the Path of the Hunt. All of them from different planets, with different traits, and incredibly skilled.

"But, if we're getting sentimental, then I must say that it means everything to me."

To explain what it meant to him, he had to tell why it mattered as well. But his story was... where to begin? "I'm not one to tell sob stories nor seek sympathy from others, but I used to be one of Ulster's attack dogs." He wasn't ashamed to admit his past, as it didn't represent him anymore. He no longer is Conchobar's best attack hound, that part of him is no more. "I used to think all there was to life was to fight, kill and destroy, that the most I could aspire to be was to become a 'war hero' once I got shot down or put down after I ceased to be functional. You know, the type whose name gets mentioned in history books for eliminating an abysmal number of enemy warriors and helping your boss step closer to total domination." Yeah, pretty crazy when he thinks about it now, even crazier that that was what he thought normal then. But he considers himself to be pretty lucky for being able to leave all that behind.

"But then I met my teacher in a... rather particular way? Long story, but what matters is that she helped me realize how weak and limited I actually was. She had lost all traces of humanity then, but her teachings and ideals showed me a side of what it means to be human I didn't know existed until then. I thought all I was good for was to spill blood, and that my violence was only meant to harm and destroy. But that wasn't true, I could help and protect others too. I liked that Now, as a Galaxy Ranger, I get to help in making a significant change for the better in the lives of others. As a Galaxy Ranger, I get to carry on my teacher's will, a will that was now mine. And want to know what's the best part of it all? It's the path I chose for myself." And that's what matters in the end. He's Cú Chulainn, Scáthach's apprentice and a Galaxy Ranger.

"...Hell yeah." She decides, nodding at the question. Still, she can only muse- what ancient dragon could someone be? Is that kinning? Is one kinning an ancient dragon if they answer with it? Probably not, best not to bring it up.

JADE CITY: accepting

"Both," she neglects to mention the only type of gun she uses is her nerf gun collection but she feels like she probably knows how they work from that, anyway. She spins her car key on her finger, motioning for Marquez to follow her along to her car. "Mainly the driving, mostly the driving but hey, guns are easy, you just go pew pew and you win." Once at her car, she opens the passenger side before she realises... "Wait, why do I have to drive and hold a gun?" She clearly never thought to ask until now, classic.