Scorched Earth Policies

[rekindledtitan]

Blaze tends to treat the Plaza as one stop on her patrol route through the Nexus - and usually the last stop, at that. Today, however, she’s not going anywhere else. She didn’t even stop to repair the burns and blade-marks that mar her white armor before she showed up, and she doesn’t sit now. When her boots hit the paving stones she strides a little way further in and just stands there, metal face locked in a frown. Her tiny silver Ghost materializes beside her shoulder, shell spinning as he studies his troubled Guardian.

"If you found out someone erased part of your history from the records, how would you deal with that?” she blurts out, never one to hold back on her thoughts. Her helm’s gripped in her left hand, and she taps it against her leg uneasily. “You think there are any stories that just shouldn't be remembered?"

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[magnetite_plz]

"Guns?"

And oh, the head tilt is back again. She flutters over Blaze's shoulder and plants both hands on the Exo's armor as she leans over her mistress to look at the weapons clipped to her back.

"Ah, yes. A favored weapon among humans. I've never used one before. I imagine aiming them is the same as magic though." She spares a glance toward Ghost. It's all the same, right?

[rekindledtitan]

Blaze turns to watch Angel peer over her shoulder, eyes bright with amusement. It's a good thing her weapons are attached barrels-down. Angel's so cute when she gets curious.

"You know, I never asked a Warlock that. Want to find out? I could teach you how to use one."

[magnetite_plz]

She would have looked down like that even if the barrels had been pointing up. The demon is curious but not always the most brilliant when it comes to things most people would find to be common sense.

"I would. If it will make me a better fighter then I will pick up any skill you would teach me." She pulls back to smile down at the Exo, unable to contain her excitement at the prospect of getting to help her mistress more fully.

"Thank you, Blaze."