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A couple of the many changes I would make to Borderlands 3.
Maya lives, she just gets knocked comatose for most of the story (I also want someone to reasonably sit Ava down and talk to her)
As an act of spite, Tyreen sends the phaseleech to Ava. So this young teen will need to deal with these new changes to her body while attempting to break the cycle of death and abuse that this power and Tyreen's soul have dealt with
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        the mocking response isn't enough to earn her verbal one.  not at first.   she doesnât want to give into her rage ----- her sorrow that had led her here.   even as tyreen invited herself into her proximity and TAUNTED her in the guise of two friends sharing a secret.   and wore that smug,   childish smile on her face that so many fallen sirens had seen before they were SLAUGHTERED and consumed by the monster right before her.         how could she turn her back on her sisters like this? lilith and amara had told her that sirens fight together ---- for each other,  stand together-----protect each other,   for as RARE as they were. and now,   standing before a woman that had the potential to kill her,    or worse,   torture her and have her final moments broadcasted on every television station across the galaxy and take what she had for herself to do god-knows-what with them?   to hurt MORE innocent people? it made her stomach turn.  tyreen, troy?  didn't DESERVE to be called sirens.  Â
          witnessing the childish glee in her eyes vaporize completely and transition with an unsettling swiftness into a hungered,   predatory one does make clementine tense.  but she canât let the other know just how much sheâs fazed,   and the teenager keeps the olders eye-contact.   refraining from grimacing at the display of a venomous tongue that peeks out between her lips-----as if tyreen could TASTE her power now.     fingers that lie on her crossed arms clenches,   short nails digging into her skin----just to keep her entire palm from colliding with her nose.  â  you say that as if you KNOW you'll get them. STEALING sirens powers doesn't make you a god, tyreen. it makes you as fucking pathetic as your brother. you donât even fight fair. âÂ
-------- @phaseleechâ   !      /     x    .
I have 2 conflicting theories about the whole "Seventh Siren" thing.
1) The Leech IS the 7th siren. Simply, how would Jack know that there were 6 sirens if number 6 was inactive until 20-30 years ago and may not have even been in the greater galaxy until after his death?
2) The Vault of the Sentinel showed Jack that 6 Sirens existed, along with the Warrior. If Leech is one of the 6, then it makes sense that an information cache would know about it. However, that means the 7th siren was either was sealed away before even the time of the Eridians, or she was so sealed off that the Eridians didn't bother to write it down.
" -- unless you got deets to the DESTROYER. i don't want to hear it. " // phaseleech
@phaseleechâ
Oh they had the information. It was sat comfortably in The Watcherâs mind and in the mind of every dead Eridian. They were only aware of one other Guardian that might know the âdeetsâ on the Destroyerâs situation. Whether or not any human knew...well that was another matter. They could not control the passing of knowledge even if they tried.
âI may, I may not. I would not be so quick to part with the information, however.â The power hungry Siren was someone to be wary of. The leeching powers were bad enough, but could be considered âokayâ at best, in the right hands. In her hands however, The Watcher was sceptical. The powers didnât seem to be able to be used for good. Nothing went right when they were used, lest of all in someone like her. Call The Watcher biased against someone, it wouldnât hurt them.Â
âEspecially to someone like you.â Someone whose intentions were not exactly wholesome. Pandora itself wasnât wholesome. The whole planet seemed to lie in a morally grey area, as did those who lived there. They were not bound to what was right and what was wrong, only to what needed to be done to survive. Yet, The Watcher could tell there were those that lined up less on the side of the evil than on the side of good. Call it a vibe, call it a gut feeling or intuition if you felt like it. The Watcher knew, deep within them, when something wasnât right.
And this woman seemed to stink of it.
Behind the mask, The Watcher gazed at the Siren. Theyâd heard snippets of the echo casts that went out. There was a certain...hilarity about them, but they were also rather dark. There was no chance that The Watcher would be able to convince Tyreen to abandon her plan, her brother might be a little malleable but chances were still slim to none. âAre you certain you want to go through with your plan? It may not turn out exactly how you think.â
" oooooh! disappearing and reappearing murder? loving it! LOVING IT! it's like mumbo jump gone psycho. " // phaseleech
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âI am no psycho,â Zer0 hums and flicks their blade to clear it of the viscera from the cultists theyâd just taken care of. âThey are only screaming brutes, I am an artist.â
They hadnât had an annoying voice over their Echo like this in years. Theyâd kind of missed it honestly.
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[ rip + clothing ]Â Â your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse. // phaseleech and angel!
She rips your bra off. She's rough with it, and you cup her face with your hand before you sink down again "Tyreen, baby, don't be so rough." You coo at her. You lovingly kiss her thighs. "You need to slow down, I won't do this if you're going to be a brat." You warn her, resting your hand against her stomach. You were so lucky, she was gorgeous, charismatic, and powerful. And she seemed like she wanted you, of all people.
" oh nooooo. you killed my followeeers, whatever will i dooooo-- blah blah you're making it reeeeaaal hard for anyone else to be my number one fan, vault thief! it's so flattering seeing how much you ADORE me. " // phaseleech
the God Queenâs shrill, taunting voice has become all too familiar. sheâs in his ear much more than sheâs in the other vault hunterâs ears, calls him her super fan way more than she calls any of the others. he knows itâs because she actually likes him. not your traditional sense of liking someone, of course not, but sheâs clearly into him and heâs into her too, though he thinks she makes it more obvious than he does. after all, heâs supposed to be the good guy, right? and the good guys donât go sniffing after the villains like bloodhounds. a little too late for that, though. a guy has needs and right now those needs happen to be aimed at an evil siren about half his size. Â
âif these idjits were really your fans, theyâd put up more of a fight, girlie! i cut through them like a knife on butter!â he belts out loud and proud, wiping the mess of blood off his face.  âadore you? i donât know about that. i jusâ want to slip into those pants of yours. got a status update for me?  âcause iâm real hungry right now, gorgeous.â
@phaseleech | đ - âŚrub my museâs still covered crotch
   she lost her gun. pinned to the ground. how had she even gotten to this point? tyreen over her, her hand rubbing against her crotch with vigor. moze knew that she could just suck her dry at any point, and didnât understand why she hadnât yet. probably just to tease, and she hated how much she was loving this. yet never let a moan escape her lips. staring at her gun scattered across the room.
   â get off me! â
