[Athena nods. It’s not that she isn’t grateful. As alien as this place seems to her, she knows she’s being given an opportunity most people on Pandora would die for: the chance to escape the borderlands and find a new life on a core world. She’s just not entirely sure what that opportunity entails.] So schools train people to do all those things? What's it like there? [She imagines it like the training facilities at Atlas, though... better, somehow. At least, she hopes so.]
Yeah. At your age, you'll be given a little taste of everything to find what you like the most. Some general life skills, too. As you learn your aptitude, you'll be able to decide what you want to focus on.
[He seems...very excited about this, despite having a career that did not come out of a textbook at all.]
It's fun. I liked school.
[The old woman is trying to watch the two of them on the sly now, clearly listening to their conversation.]
[Athena seems reassured by Boxer’s enthusiasm. Even if he isn’t really Pandoran, he’s a lot closer than anyone else she’s seen on this planet -- if he could get through school on Eden-4, then it won’t be impossible for her either.]
We had a few lessons at Atlas. Like how to read and-- [She stops mid-sentence when she realizes they’re being watched. She leans over to Boxer.] Why is she looking at us now? [On Pandora, people would have the common sense not to pick fights with Vault hunters, but this woman seems determined to be a nuisance. How did she live to be so old?]
[At Athena's question, the woman looks away in a hurry. In his normal talking volume, he says:]
Don't mind her. She's eavesdropping.
[Boxer places a hand on Athena's head, giving her an assertive couple strokes.]
It's okay--our stop is coming up soon.
[By now, the city atmosphere has faded away into surburbia. White and metallic houses are large and spread apart, and manicured, brilliant blue-green grass lawns are as far as the eyes can see.
When the bus comes to a stop, Boxer stands up and lets Athena go first. As he passes by the old woman, he leans over into her ear, intentionally invading her personal space as he holds out two fingers, digistructing a tiny plastic card between them and holding it out to her. She takes it as if by reflex, but she's clearly uncomfortable about his proximity.]
You ever need someone killed, gorgeous, just gimmie a call.
[The look on her face is horrified as he gives her an overly strong pat on the shoulder, finishing his disembarking. A few in the back let out nervous laughter.]
[Athena takes one last suspicious look at the woman before turning her attention towards the changing scenery outside the window. Without the looming glass buildings, this environment is somewhat less intimidating than that of the city, but no less foreign to her. Fortunately for Boxer, by the time the bus has stopped and they’re disembarking, Athena's interest in what lies outside the bus has already overshadowed her misgivings about the woman and she passes her by without catching Boxer’s none-too-friendly introduction. When Boxer finishes terrorizing the woman and gets off the bus himself, he’ll find Athena with a handful of grass she just uprooted from someone’s yard and a perplexed expression on her face.]
People grew all this? [It had looked so uniform and flat from the bus that she had assumed it had to be something manmade. But no, it’s literally just a ridiculous number of plants cut to the same length and spread out in front of people’s houses. But what’s the point of growing plants if you’re just going to chop them into some weird… carpet… thing? Why is this place so weird, Boxer?]
[She gives him a skeptical look when he says the clump of grass “belongs to someone,” but puts it back nonetheless, returning it precisely to the spot she took it from. Boxer's the one who knows the rules to this place, after all, regardless of how little sense they make to Athena. After a moment, she takes his hand again.]
So people plant all of that… so the dirt doesn’t get messed up? [She sounds like she thinks Boxer might be pulling her leg, even moreso when he explains it as a “fashion thing.”] But they’re plants. It’s not like anyone’s wearing them. [And even if they were, it seems like an awful lot of effort just for appearance’s sake.] Why don’t people grow something they can eat? Or sell?
To make the ground stable. The weather on Pandora rarely changes--depending on where you are--but the skies can be just short of unpredictable here. Heavy downpours, strong wind--you need every defence possible to keep these expensive homes safe.
Sometimes they do grow more practical stuff, but those are usually in private gardens. You know, so other people don't take them without asking.
[...look this place isn't completely different from Pandora.]
[Well, on Pandora, “home defense” still meant a reliable shotgun moreso than a plot of grass. Speaking of which...]
What about bandits? [She looks at the houses as they pass, taking in the broad windows. All that glass looks nice, sure, but it seems like a structural weakness from Athena’s point of view. It’s why Atlas didn’t tend to have many windows in their facilities. Yet this place shows no sign of damage from past attacks, which means that it has to have some form of fortification.] Are there hidden turrets? Guards? [And please don’t tell her that grass just happens to defend against bandits too.]
In jail. There's...[A pause. How to put it in a way Athena would understand? ] "proper" law enforcement here, kinda like guards. When people break laws they're thrown in a big boring concrete box with a bunch of other law-breakers. Occasionally they take 'em out for a walk or make them do community service. Fancy way of saying they're made to do work for free. Things no one else wants to do but they have to get done.
So, it’s like the brig. [Well, at least if you ignore the parts about community service and occasionally being let out. And if the brigs here hold every bandit on the planet, then they’re probably considerably bigger than those they had at Atlas. Athena thinks on this for a moment.]
No one’s going to try and put you there, are they? [After all, he is technically a bandit according to most corporate law on Pandora, being an unsponsored Vault Hunter and all.] You said the things you did on Pandora don’t count here.
[Probably a lot nicer too. Gotta be humanitarian and all that.]
No, of course not. Everyone knows that the only way to stop a Vault Hunter is to buy the services of a bigger, meaner Vault Hunter, and we don't waste our time on jails or brigs.
Don't need to worry about the former, either. Picked my battles wisely--made sure I didn't piss anyone off who could afford my kind of bounty.
[That earns Boxer another skeptical look from Athena.] You attacked Atlas, [she points out. Then again...] But they don’t like Vault Hunters, so they probably won’t send one after you.
[Don’t mind them, new neighbors. Just a Vault Hunter and a little girl in military uniform discussing the subtleties of paid bounties. Athena ticks through her mental list of other potential dangers.]
What about wild animals? Or corporations? Or... explosive plants? [Surely something has to be dangerous here.]
[He scoffs. Atlas.] I didn't keep anyone alive that could've put me at the scene.
[Believe it or not, Boxer is actually a welcome sight--once they get closer to their destination. There are two kid-aged neighbors--brothers, a bit older than Athena, playing in their yard--that just about lose their minds when they see him, running up to the fence to try to get his attention. "He's back! He's back! HEY, DJ!"
Boxer gives them a friendly wave as they go by, but he doesn't have any time to spare for conversation.]
There are snakes sometimes. They bite, but it's not venomous. There are some rude dogs every so often.
[Athena stares openly at the boys. In general, she has little experience with children who aren’t other assassin recruits, but even if she did, these boys have little in common with the children she’d be likely to meet on Pandora. Unlike Boxer, she doesn’t wave to them, but it’s just as well; they seem more interested in him than her.
His answer gets an eyeroll.] Those don’t count. I mean animals that can kill you. [She supposes dogs could potentially kill someone, but “rude” isn’t exactly the descriptor of a killer beast.]
Why did they call you “DJ?” Do you have another name here?
They exist on this planet, but...you actually have to try to find them. And even then, you're not allowed to kill them. Protected species...black market trade...blah blah blah.
The Bronsten boys? Oh, they call me that because I mix.
[Of course!]
I go by all sorts of names, depending on what people got to know me for.
[Yeah, that vague “protected species” stuff goes right over Athena’s head, mostly because she’s used to a creature’s rarity being directly proportional to how badly people want to kill it.]
“Mix?” Mix what?
[The idea that “Boxer” is possibly just one alias out of many is a strange one. There’s also the fact that Athena’s introduction to Boxer had had nothing to do with boxes or boxing, but then she supposes that “Atlas-base-destroyer,” while badass, is kind of a mouthful to say. And it's not like "Athena" is the name she herself was born with either.] Do you still remember the first name you had?
Music. Suppose I haven't shown you, have I? We've been so busy doing other things...
[They come to a piece of land that is particularly large, protected by a tall, white, ornate fence. A large mansion sits some yards away, and there's no janitorial bots whizzing by to collect the snow, allowing it to grow on the blades of grass. Boxer places his free hand on a panel beside the gates, and after a delay, there's a click that starts the gates moving inward to allow the both of them passage.
Boxer squeezes Athena's hand, not for her sake, but because he can barely contain his excitement about being home. As for her question, though...he beams brightly, focused on the building ahead of them as they take their final steps.]
[At first, Athena looks at the mansion with the same general inquisitiveness and uncertainty that she looks at everything else on the planet with. But then Boxer actually starts leading them towards it and she goes from merely curious to flat-out disbelieving. Surely this can’t be their home -- it makes Boxer’s opulent hideout on Pandora look like a tiny shack in comparison.
But as they walk closer and closer, it becomes clear that this is indeed their home now. Athena stares wide-eyed as they approach the threshold, for a few moments awed into silence. Eventually, she finds her voice.]
Besides Red and I, there's three full-time staff. There are six others that work here, but they live off-site.
[And speak of the devil, here's one of them--a well-cut, well-dressed gentleman with greased-back hair opens the front door for the two of them, giving them a low, respectful bow as they enter.]
Oh, knock it off.
[Despite his stuffy appearance, he doesn't seem to be the type; when he stands up straight, he's trying (and failing) to hide a shit-eating grin. As the door closes, there's a soft voice from the top of the half-spiral staircase in front of them.
"Hi."
The owner of the voice is a slim, average-height woman with shockingly bright red hair and just as shockingly bright blue, angular tattoos all down her left half. She wears a ivory dress that uses a jewelry-reappropriated shield as its brooch. She comes down the stairs, taking slow, deliberate steps down the stairs as she glides her hand across the rail.
Boxer watches. Even with half his face anything but human, he looks at her as if she's not only the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, but it's the first time he's ever seen her.
Sorry, Athena. You've been forgotten about for a moment.
Red finishes her descent and chuckles. She barely comes up to his shoulders, as he runs to close the few feet between them.
"After all this time, I can still render you speechless."
He takes her by the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around him. Both of them can't help but laugh a little, and as he comes to a stop he reaches up to give her a kiss on the mouth as he still holds her.]
I missed you.
["Me too."
Boxer lets Red down to the floor and she kneels, gracefully, in front of Athena. She reaches out and puts her tattooed hand on top of Athena's hair, running her fingers through affectionately.
[The name “Red” gets Athena’s attention; Boxer had mentioned her earlier as the person who had ordered him to storm the Atlas facility where Athena was being held, but besides that, Athena knows little to nothing about her. All she knows is that it usually takes a lot of money or a lot of influence to be able to boss a Vault Hunter around. And judging from her current surroundings, Athena would guess that it's both.
As it turns out, Athena doesn’t have to wonder in vain for long. After they’re ushered into an impossibly large foyer, a gentle voice draws her gaze to the top of the stairs.
There’s no doubt that the woman in white is the mysterious Red. And it’s very easy to see how she received that name. But even moreso than her fiery red hair, it’s those unmistakeable blue tattoos that really catch Athena’s attention. She’s a siren. Boxer’s boss is a siren and he hadn’t even told her. She glances towards him in an almost accusing fashion, but it’s clear his attention is elsewhere at the moment.
And then he’s running towards the woman (running towards A SIREN like it’s a sane thing to do) and scooping her up and Athena is quickly rethinking her assessment of Red as his boss, or at least, as just his boss. She’s also scrunching up her nose a little bit because ew. Kissing.
Fortunately it doesn’t last very long. Unfortunately that means that the Siren’s attention is now on her. Athena stands stock-still as the woman kneels down in front of her, visibly tensing when she reaches towards her with a tattooed hand... and then relaxing slightly when said hand only strokes harmlessly through her hair rather than vaporizing her on the spot.
Of course, not being vaporized means she actually has to think of something to say.]
Red stands up and holds out her hand for her to take, while she looks over her shoulder to Boxer and gestures vaguely and wordlessly. He nods at the nonverbal exchange, and Red turns her attention back to Athena.
[She takes the woman’s hand as if to prove it, though Red might catch her throw a nervous look in Boxer’s direction after she does so, as if she’s still waiting for him to supply an explanation on why his girlfriend is a being straight out of ancient legend.]
[Boxer offers her nothing but a smile and a small wave as Red takes her down a hallway perpendicular to the staircase. He takes his leave up the stairs, and is soon out of sight.
"Most people haven't. Still...you should know better than to lie to one." Her tone is light and airy, along with her smile, not nearly as harsh as the chastising message might have otherwise been delivered.
They come to a room with two armored guards flanking the door. Inside, it's spacious--about three-fourths the size of Boxer's hideaway on Pandora, but clean and new-looking. The bed looks like it's never been laid on, the drawn curtains are holeless, and the carpet is devoid of any stains.
"This space is all yours. I know it seems like quite a bit, but let's get you washed up and dressed for dinner, and then you can poke around to your heart's content."
She waves a hand towards the door that leads to the equally spotless bathroom.]
[Her gaze tracks Boxer as he disappears up the stairs, before snapping sharply back towards the woman when she speaks.] Oh. Er… Sorry... ma’am.
[She follows Red through the mansions palatial halls, though her attention is not on her opulent surroundings but on the woman herself -- specifically on the tattoos that mark her as a siren. Athena’s heard stories that a siren’s tattoos change color when she uses her powers, and that if you pay attention, you can see the markings move as if they’re alive. She thinks she can see them moving, but it might just be a trick of the light.
Athena is initially alarmed when they come to a door flanked by two guards, but then she figures that they’re just as likely to be there to keep people out rather than to lock people in. At any rate, they allow them entrance without a word and then Athena is in a room that’s easily the size of a house back on Pandora. She looks around in amazement at how spotless it all is, as if it had all come into existence seconds before they entered the room. And it’s all hers? She’s never even had her own room before, much less one this luxurious. It’s almost hard to wrap her head around.
And then Red is ushering her towards the bathroom, talking about “getting dressed for dinner.” Athena’s head tilts to the side in puzzlement.] But… I’m already dressed? [Dusty Atlas uniform and all.]
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[He seems...very excited about this, despite having a career that did not come out of a textbook at all.]
It's fun. I liked school.
[The old woman is trying to watch the two of them on the sly now, clearly listening to their conversation.]
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We had a few lessons at Atlas. Like how to read and-- [She stops mid-sentence when she realizes they’re being watched. She leans over to Boxer.] Why is she looking at us now? [On Pandora, people would have the common sense not to pick fights with Vault hunters, but this woman seems determined to be a nuisance. How did she live to be so old?]
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Don't mind her. She's eavesdropping.
[Boxer places a hand on Athena's head, giving her an assertive couple strokes.]
It's okay--our stop is coming up soon.
[By now, the city atmosphere has faded away into surburbia. White and metallic houses are large and spread apart, and manicured, brilliant blue-green grass lawns are as far as the eyes can see.
When the bus comes to a stop, Boxer stands up and lets Athena go first. As he passes by the old woman, he leans over into her ear, intentionally invading her personal space as he holds out two fingers, digistructing a tiny plastic card between them and holding it out to her. She takes it as if by reflex, but she's clearly uncomfortable about his proximity.]
You ever need someone killed, gorgeous, just gimmie a call.
[The look on her face is horrified as he gives her an overly strong pat on the shoulder, finishing his disembarking. A few in the back let out nervous laughter.]
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People grew all this? [It had looked so uniform and flat from the bus that she had assumed it had to be something manmade. But no, it’s literally just a ridiculous number of plants cut to the same length and spread out in front of people’s houses. But what’s the point of growing plants if you’re just going to chop them into some weird… carpet… thing? Why is this place so weird, Boxer?]
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Athena, put that down. It belongs to someone.
[He holds out his hand. Do something else with those hands besides terrorizing people's yards--we've still got a lot of walking to do.]
Grass is useful stuff. It helps prevent soil erosion and makes a soft ground to walk barefoot on. You'll get to try it yourself later.
[Hopefully the groundskeepers are prepared for whatever havoc Athena determines apt to wreck on the gardens.]
People spend a lot of time and money making sure that it's kept short. It's kinda like a fashion thing.
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So people plant all of that… so the dirt doesn’t get messed up? [She sounds like she thinks Boxer might be pulling her leg, even moreso when he explains it as a “fashion thing.”] But they’re plants. It’s not like anyone’s wearing them. [And even if they were, it seems like an awful lot of effort just for appearance’s sake.] Why don’t people grow something they can eat? Or sell?
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To make the ground stable. The weather on Pandora rarely changes--depending on where you are--but the skies can be just short of unpredictable here. Heavy downpours, strong wind--you need every defence possible to keep these expensive homes safe.
Sometimes they do grow more practical stuff, but those are usually in private gardens. You know, so other people don't take them without asking.
[...look this place isn't completely different from Pandora.]
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What about bandits? [She looks at the houses as they pass, taking in the broad windows. All that glass looks nice, sure, but it seems like a structural weakness from Athena’s point of view. It’s why Atlas didn’t tend to have many windows in their facilities. Yet this place shows no sign of damage from past attacks, which means that it has to have some form of fortification.] Are there hidden turrets? Guards? [And please don’t tell her that grass just happens to defend against bandits too.]
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Just kidding!]
In jail. There's...[A pause. How to put it in a way Athena would understand? ] "proper" law enforcement here, kinda like guards. When people break laws they're thrown in a big boring concrete box with a bunch of other law-breakers. Occasionally they take 'em out for a walk or make them do community service. Fancy way of saying they're made to do work for free. Things no one else wants to do but they have to get done.
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No one’s going to try and put you there, are they? [After all, he is technically a bandit according to most corporate law on Pandora, being an unsponsored Vault Hunter and all.] You said the things you did on Pandora don’t count here.
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No, of course not. Everyone knows that the only way to stop a Vault Hunter is to buy the services of a bigger, meaner Vault Hunter, and we don't waste our time on jails or brigs.
Don't need to worry about the former, either. Picked my battles wisely--made sure I didn't piss anyone off who could afford my kind of bounty.
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[Don’t mind them, new neighbors. Just a Vault Hunter and a little girl in military uniform discussing the subtleties of paid bounties. Athena ticks through her mental list of other potential dangers.]
What about wild animals? Or corporations? Or... explosive plants? [Surely something has to be dangerous here.]
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[Believe it or not, Boxer is actually a welcome sight--once they get closer to their destination. There are two kid-aged neighbors--brothers, a bit older than Athena, playing in their yard--that just about lose their minds when they see him, running up to the fence to try to get his attention. "He's back! He's back! HEY, DJ!"
Boxer gives them a friendly wave as they go by, but he doesn't have any time to spare for conversation.]
There are snakes sometimes. They bite, but it's not venomous. There are some rude dogs every so often.
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His answer gets an eyeroll.] Those don’t count. I mean animals that can kill you. [She supposes dogs could potentially kill someone, but “rude” isn’t exactly the descriptor of a killer beast.]
Why did they call you “DJ?” Do you have another name here?
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The Bronsten boys? Oh, they call me that because I mix.
[Of course!]
I go by all sorts of names, depending on what people got to know me for.
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“Mix?” Mix what?
[The idea that “Boxer” is possibly just one alias out of many is a strange one. There’s also the fact that Athena’s introduction to Boxer had had nothing to do with boxes or boxing, but then she supposes that “Atlas-base-destroyer,” while badass, is kind of a mouthful to say. And it's not like "Athena" is the name she herself was born with either.] Do you still remember the first name you had?
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[They come to a piece of land that is particularly large, protected by a tall, white, ornate fence. A large mansion sits some yards away, and there's no janitorial bots whizzing by to collect the snow, allowing it to grow on the blades of grass. Boxer places his free hand on a panel beside the gates, and after a delay, there's a click that starts the gates moving inward to allow the both of them passage.
Boxer squeezes Athena's hand, not for her sake, but because he can barely contain his excitement about being home. As for her question, though...he beams brightly, focused on the building ahead of them as they take their final steps.]
Yeah.
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But as they walk closer and closer, it becomes clear that this is indeed their home now. Athena stares wide-eyed as they approach the threshold, for a few moments awed into silence. Eventually, she finds her voice.]
How many people live here?
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[And speak of the devil, here's one of them--a well-cut, well-dressed gentleman with greased-back hair opens the front door for the two of them, giving them a low, respectful bow as they enter.]
Oh, knock it off.
[Despite his stuffy appearance, he doesn't seem to be the type; when he stands up straight, he's trying (and failing) to hide a shit-eating grin. As the door closes, there's a soft voice from the top of the half-spiral staircase in front of them.
"Hi."
The owner of the voice is a slim, average-height woman with shockingly bright red hair and just as shockingly bright blue, angular tattoos all down her left half. She wears a ivory dress that uses a jewelry-reappropriated shield as its brooch. She comes down the stairs, taking slow, deliberate steps down the stairs as she glides her hand across the rail.
Boxer watches. Even with half his face anything but human, he looks at her as if she's not only the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, but it's the first time he's ever seen her.
Sorry, Athena. You've been forgotten about for a moment.
Red finishes her descent and chuckles. She barely comes up to his shoulders, as he runs to close the few feet between them.
"After all this time, I can still render you speechless."
He takes her by the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around him. Both of them can't help but laugh a little, and as he comes to a stop he reaches up to give her a kiss on the mouth as he still holds her.]
I missed you.
["Me too."
Boxer lets Red down to the floor and she kneels, gracefully, in front of Athena. She reaches out and puts her tattooed hand on top of Athena's hair, running her fingers through affectionately.
"And this is my little goddess..."]
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As it turns out, Athena doesn’t have to wonder in vain for long. After they’re ushered into an impossibly large foyer, a gentle voice draws her gaze to the top of the stairs.
There’s no doubt that the woman in white is the mysterious Red. And it’s very easy to see how she received that name. But even moreso than her fiery red hair, it’s those unmistakeable blue tattoos that really catch Athena’s attention. She’s a siren. Boxer’s boss is a siren and he hadn’t even told her. She glances towards him in an almost accusing fashion, but it’s clear his attention is elsewhere at the moment.
And then he’s running towards the woman (running towards A SIREN like it’s a sane thing to do) and scooping her up and Athena is quickly rethinking her assessment of Red as his boss, or at least, as just his boss. She’s also scrunching up her nose a little bit because ew. Kissing.
Fortunately it doesn’t last very long. Unfortunately that means that the Siren’s attention is now on her. Athena stands stock-still as the woman kneels down in front of her, visibly tensing when she reaches towards her with a tattooed hand... and then relaxing slightly when said hand only strokes harmlessly through her hair rather than vaporizing her on the spot.
Of course, not being vaporized means she actually has to think of something to say.]
Hi. [Well… it’s a start.]
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"You don't need to be scared, Athena."
Red stands up and holds out her hand for her to take, while she looks over her shoulder to Boxer and gestures vaguely and wordlessly. He nods at the nonverbal exchange, and Red turns her attention back to Athena.
"Allow me to show you your bedroom."]
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[She takes the woman’s hand as if to prove it, though Red might catch her throw a nervous look in Boxer’s direction after she does so, as if she’s still waiting for him to supply an explanation on why his girlfriend is a being straight out of ancient legend.]
I’ve just… never met a Siren before.
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"Most people haven't. Still...you should know better than to lie to one." Her tone is light and airy, along with her smile, not nearly as harsh as the chastising message might have otherwise been delivered.
They come to a room with two armored guards flanking the door. Inside, it's spacious--about three-fourths the size of Boxer's hideaway on Pandora, but clean and new-looking. The bed looks like it's never been laid on, the drawn curtains are holeless, and the carpet is devoid of any stains.
"This space is all yours. I know it seems like quite a bit, but let's get you washed up and dressed for dinner, and then you can poke around to your heart's content."
She waves a hand towards the door that leads to the equally spotless bathroom.]
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[She follows Red through the mansions palatial halls, though her attention is not on her opulent surroundings but on the woman herself -- specifically on the tattoos that mark her as a siren. Athena’s heard stories that a siren’s tattoos change color when she uses her powers, and that if you pay attention, you can see the markings move as if they’re alive. She thinks she can see them moving, but it might just be a trick of the light.
Athena is initially alarmed when they come to a door flanked by two guards, but then she figures that they’re just as likely to be there to keep people out rather than to lock people in. At any rate, they allow them entrance without a word and then Athena is in a room that’s easily the size of a house back on Pandora. She looks around in amazement at how spotless it all is, as if it had all come into existence seconds before they entered the room. And it’s all hers? She’s never even had her own room before, much less one this luxurious. It’s almost hard to wrap her head around.
And then Red is ushering her towards the bathroom, talking about “getting dressed for dinner.” Athena’s head tilts to the side in puzzlement.] But… I’m already dressed? [Dusty Atlas uniform and all.]
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