Dangerzone High -- an unofficial morbit story

[anima]

That's... a lot. I take out my sketchbook and immediately begin transcribing your responses.



I hand them to Armament, who reads them over intently.

ARMAMENT: Why do I ask...?
ARMAMENT: Interesting question.
ARMAMENT: I suppose I wanted to feel less alone, and now, knowing this, I do.
RIJK: Hope it helps, I think...

We sit in silence for an extended period of time, with Armament simply thinking of what to say and I holding this very long nice fish plushie.

ARMAMENT: My hold on... fronting... I'm not convinced this applies to me, but the term seems useful in this situation.
ARMAMENT: Anyways, my hold on fronting is slipping.
RIJK: Oh?
ARMAMENT: Prepare to meet Judge, within a few seconds.
ARMAMENT: Any final questions?
RIJK: Why don't you think it applies to you?
ARMAMENT: I don't doubt Volley and the rest of us are a system; she's been through some shit.
ARMAMENT: But I'm still fairly certain I'm from another timeline.
ARMAMENT: I remember the moments I left there and got here, after all.
RIJK: That makes sense. Hold on, I'll see if anyone has anything else.
ARMAMENT: Make it quick, for both our sakes.