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[ He bites his lower lip to smother his laugh. Even once it passes, though, he still sounds amused. ]

Yeah, sorry.

[ He pauses a second when he thinks he hears movement, but-- nah, probably just paranoia acting up. The echoes of their steps playing tricks on him. So he keeps moving forward. Seems like the wormhole thresher, as much as a pain as it was, did a pretty good job of paving the way for them. ]

Hey. You have any friends here? Like, from Pandora?

Not at all. You're probably the closest thing to a fellow Vault Hunter that I've come across here. [ It's a compliment, Peter. Really. ]

Do you have any friends here? From your home, I mean.

Oh, so handsome, witty, and handy with a gun. [ Peter, naturally, takes everything as a compliment. ] You must constantly be distracted.

And no, not really, but-- kinda, at the same time? [ He shrugs a shoulder. ] It's hard to explain. I've met a lot of people from Earth, and they seem to remember the same stuff as me? Know the same shit about music and stuff, seem to be from the same year. [ He thinks, anyway -- time is a funny thing. ] But this is my first time meeting them. Been wandering the galaxy for most of my life.

But apparently a friend of mine was here before me. Left just before I arrived, which-- Well, I'm glad he got out? But I'm none too happy about him ditching me. [ He puffs out air between his teeth – "tch." ] Little dickmunch.

[ She just gives him a flat look. Did she not just establish that she wasn't attracted to him? ]

My fellow Vault Hunters consited of a dishonorably-discharged ex-soldier, an assassin who spoke primarily in haiku, a Padoran native who allegedly engaged in cannibalism, a teenage girl with a metal arm who built a robotic death machine for her school science fair, and a literal psycho. Draw your own conclusions.

[ Okay, so it might be a little dubious on the compliment front.

And all of that sounds kind of confusing, but the universe was a big place. It stood to reason that there would be people from one's home planet that one doesn't know personally. ]

He couldn't ditch you if you weren't here to be ditched, you know.

[ He turns for a second, regards her silently; the blank face of his mask makes his expression inscrutable. Then-- ]

No one asked you for your logic, Maya.

[ He sounds amused all the same. ]

Anyway. Your team sounds as crazy as mine. Galaxy's best assassin. Genetically modified raccoon with a penchant for blowing things up. Big, burly, guy with a kill count that would make a mathematician scratch his head. A talking tree. Aaaand a roguish, dashing thief with a heart made of coal and plated in gold.

Logic is one of the few services I offer for free.

[ She laughs. A couple of those descriptions bring to mind people that she knows. ] Sounds like they would all get along famously.

If by famously, you mean we'd see their faces on every wanted poster throughout the galaxy -- then, yeah, totally.

You say that like our faces aren't on wanted posters already.

Besides, Pandora has a fairly loose definition of "legal".

Yeah? I can't imagine there bein' very many people there, much less law enforcement, considerin' the colorful wildlife you folks got.

It was a mining planet, but- and this is probably because of the wildlife- most of the workers were convicts. Prisoners and psychopaths. When the mining dried up, the companies abandoned the planet- as well as their workers.

Sometimes it feels like you can't go three feet without running into a bandit camp.

Yeah? [ he frowns, and the story of Pandora reminds him of more than one mining colony he's visited. With how destitute most of those places were, they lent themselves pretty well to acting as rendezvous locations for people up to no good. No law enforcement, no one to give enough of a shit that a bunch of assholes just rolled in. ]

So. What was a nice girl like you doing in a shitfest like that, anyway?

Contrary to what you might think, I'm not made of rainbows and sunshine. I was raised to be a warrior. The chaos on Pandora was exactly what I needed after being trapped in the Abbey my whole life.

But I really came to Pandora to look for any sort of information about my Siren heritage. No one really knows where we come from, or why we can do the things we can do.

So, what, Sirens don't just appear on rocky shores? Like, there isn't like a kickass guitar riff and, BAM, new Siren?

As awesome as that would be, that's probably not how it happens. We're just... born this way.

All anyone really knows for sure is that we have some connection to Eridium- and thereby Eridians- our abilities are always unique, and there can only be six of us in the universe at any given time.

[ meet the blank face of his mask again, which isn't too far from what his actual face looks like right now. ] Eridywhats?

Edited 2015-01-08 17:30 (UTC)

Eridians? You know, the aliens that like to stick giant, scary monsters in subterranean Vaults? We've had this conversation before.

[ Granted, he was coming down from a Haven-induced panic attack at the time ]

[ He blinks, trying to remember, and-- right. His freak out. She was telling him stories to distract him. Lava monsters and Top Gun and ancient aliens and the cloying fear of having his arms pinned to his sides by earth and stone, of being unable to even scream.

He clears his throat abruptly, trying to loosen that weird icy feeling working up his neck. ]

Right. Sorry, nearly forgot. Eridium is some kinda element then?

Yeah. It was discovered after the first Vault was opened. Highly valuable and volatile stuff, but it also apparently amplifies a Siren's powers.

[ She sort of makes a face. Lilith was all about the Eridium, but she's still not totally sold on the matter ]

So-- do you, like, eat it? Or do you just have to be near it or something?

[ THE HARD-HITTING QUESTIONS ]

I think we kind of... absorb it? All Lilith had to do was hold it and she could phasewalk an entire city, so...

Bandits try to eat it, though. They think it gives them slag powers.

Aaaand I'm gonna go ahead and guess that goes about as well as it sounds like it should.

Which is to say, not well at all.

I think it kills them more often than not, yeah.

Huh. So keep the Siren steroids out of your mouth. Good tip to know.

[ they're probably nearing the end of the tunnel, or will be soon enough, and Peter still hasn't seen much sign of any more creatures. ]

You know, I think your worm friend seriously put a damper on our competition.

I think it's more the part where they're trying to eat solid rock, or crystal or whatever it is.

[ She lets out a derisive snort ] Leave it to a thresher to ruin everything.

If we hadn't already killed it dead, I'd be inclined to have some very strong words with it. Most of them would probably end up bein' "how dare you."

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