[I should apologize for all posts in advance.]

[walkingballpit]

[ The camera feed turns on, and it's immediately an in-focus, decently framed shot. Robbie actually has experience with selfie feeds and took the time to learn the controls before he started shooting.

The content is being winged, though, because it's really hard to screw up hello. Robbie grins at the camera. ]

The Pledge of a Legion, so that's a thing.

[ There's just enough of a rush to his voice to slur the edges of the words into "Pledge of Allegiance". Saying hi doesn't mean he can't amuse himself for a split second while testing the waters for possible temporarily-borrowed contemporaries. ]

Never actually had to vow before. Sign things, yes. This is kind of more official than I like to work, but a team's a team. You guys can help me with the future deets, and I'll start working on that new catchphrase for you.

[ And a new pledge, and a new team name, because wow. It's all so on-the-nose that it hurts, or maybe it's the smell of raw earnestness wafting around this place. He might've written up a few theoretical oaths for the New Warriors, back in the day, but he never got around to showing them to anyone. Enacting them, though, that takes consensus. Robbie doesn't think he'd have managed it.

He throws a deuce, because he'll never have another chance to confuse future alien peoples. ]

What up, Legion? Speedball in the house.

Comments

[walkingballpit]

Except you just said 'swell'.

[ Why, yes, Robbie is going to hang this on the technicalities with a shit-eating grin in place. After all, it's not like this guy's got anything useful to contribute to the conversation. Robbie's given him ample opportunity, and it's wearing him down. ]

And you don't even know if a war is over.

[ This is perilously close in tone to 'you are such an idiot.' ]

[whyarewehere]

I said it because you said it!

[ This is clearly an important thing to get very defensive about just now. ]

And hey, it's not my fault nobody tells us anything.

[ It actually kind of is, Grif is the one who was so incompetent he got put out there to begin with, but. ]

I'm just glad I'm here so I don't have to put up with any of that crap anymore.

[walkingballpit]

Aha! So you admit you said it!

[ He has triumphed, you have lost. Just succumb to loserdom, population: Grif. ]

Yeah. I'm glad I'm here too. I mean - I was in the middle of about fifteen different things there, but here has a definite perk. And a half.

[whyarewehere]

Me saying it doesn't mean I'm using it! You're giving it too much power!

[ It's like an ancient nether demon rising further and further from its abyss every time they think about it. ]

I'm not usually a fan of doing things. I'm the opposite of that. But I have to say the assholes-to-bullshit ratio around here is actually pretty favorable compared to where I'm from.

[ There is a lot more bullshit, but he actually likes some of the people he sees on a day to day basis. It's a trade. ]

[walkingballpit]

You saying it is the exact definition of using it! You formed the syllable with intent to pronounce! There is no wiggle room here.

[ You could almost say it's rising in a swell. ]

And yeah, the ratio has to be pretty good. You've got me, Rich, Vance, Sam plumping up the non-bunghole side. I'm not sure what side of the colon you come down on though.

[whyarewehere]

[ On the arguing-about-talking end of this conversation, Grif has been reduced to a frustrated noise and an eyeroll. He keeps going, making a face about the bunghole-and-colon-related metaphor that's going on here. ]

That was the worst mental picture anyone's ever given me in the first five minutes of me knowing them.

Just so you know.

[walkingballpit]

My work here is done.

[ Robbie salutes the screen with exaggerated hand flourishes. ]