Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-1524575-20160616204843/@comment-26809040-20161110030027

(Don’t ask. What matters is I'm back for now.)

Varrus stood still on the fields of glass, at the edge of the sea of bronze bodies, staring out at the sun above. He blinked, again and again, trying to clear his vision of the after-images that persisted from the battle. He had been warned against engaging in battle by the disciples multiple times, and now he saw why. He had not yet adjusted to his new sight, and the stress of a firefight had left the blurred after-images of four or so grenades and a hunter drawing his golden gun on Varrus's field of view. The giant stood there, trying to fight off the headache he knew was coming, until a familiar voice broke his concentration.

"Hey, asshole."

Fer came limping ever so slightly down a hill of sand and shattered metal corpses towards the solitary guardian, her features split between anger, concern, and relief beneath her helm.

The titan turned, and despite his newfound headache, smiled.

"Fer! What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you've been looking for me this whole time I've been gone!"

"No, I just figured I'd stop by and enjoy the scenery. Gotta say, sand and metal sure make for a great vacation vista. Of course I've been looking for you, asshat! You disappeared without telling anyone where the hell you were going, and looked like shit when you came back in the first place! What the hell are you doing on this dustball with the disciples?"

"I... It's a long story. I'll give you the shortest possible version along with the others, deal?"

The warlock stood there for several seconds before uncrossing her arms with a sigh.

"Fine. But you owe me at least seven rounds of rumble for this whole thing."

"Heh, if we make it through whatever's going on, you're on."

The two turned and slowly made their way back towards the lighthouse, where friends and acquaintances had gathered.