voice; un: redgrave

[shishkabob]

So we got space Zumbas or whatever you call 'em, [Roombas, they're Roombas,] an armory, a fake outdoors, a rock band, a music room, movie nights, strawberry ice cream, empty pizza boxes—shame on you all for not sparing a new guy some pizza, by the way, I could've used that—and an upcoming play. 'S'all great and all, love the variety here, but you know what I didn't find?

[A pause, for dramatic effect. Then, mock-disappointed:]

Any heavy metal records. I'm shocked, you guys. You're telling me nobody here listens to Iron Maiden? System of a Down? Metallica? Hell, at this point I'd even take Nine Inch Nails and they don't even count. Next supply drop I'll ask Viveca to pull a few records and my old jukebox in, get you guys a crash course in the best of the genre.

[With that out of the way, Dante switches subjects, the jokey disappointment now gone in favor of a slightly more serious but still casual tone:] By the way, anybody up for a spar? If we're gonna go on a mission soon, I'd like to stay sharp, see what I'll be working with. You want a fight, come find me in the training room. I'm the guy in red with the big-ass sword, can't miss me.

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[shishkabob]

[A chuckle.] Yeah, thanks, kiddo, [and he gives the word a special teasing emphasis,] I appreciate the help.

Cute you think I haven't picked up more skill than you just by dint of experience.

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

[He's grinning even if it can't be seen; it can be heard.] No problem. It's the responsibility of the young to take care of the old, ya know. Just doin' my part.

I've just always been good at everything.

[Nope, no humbleness here at all. Just straight up matter-of-fact about it, too.]