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[lovernotafighter]

[This day had to come eventually, didn't it? Just another one of those damn Blood Gulch Sim Troops arriving here to crash the party, and predictability a little late like always. But hey, it wasn't like he hadn't been busy saving a planet or being blissfully retired or anything equally as important. Nope.

The video shifted a little as Tucker tried to set it upright, but it soon found itself quickly propped at an angle that said this wasn't his first time recording himself; the purpose of such skills would be left up to the viewer to guess at their own discretion. But hey, have Tucker with that beautiful aqua colored armor looking right back at you, even as he sat back down and tried to appear relaxed, cool, okay with ...well, all this. All this.

Ladies in hot tight superhero outfits definitely helped.]

So, yeah, Tucker here. [It felt like an interview with Dylan. Good thing talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do.] Please try to contain your applause, but ladies, feel free to toss your bras in my general direction.

[No shame, this one.]

You know, I was kind of busy back home. [With Church shit. It was always Church shit, and there wasn't a single damn regret for it; in a way, he hoped it kept being Church shit because that meant that bastard was still around. Tucker wanted to be back there, needed to be back there because--] Those idiots - my idiots - have no one to lead them now unless you count Sarge and no one counts Sarge. Shit, I don't even think the Reds count Sarge. Okay, so maybe Simmons does, but whatever.

[He sighed, rubbing his hand over his helmet before he just waved his hand.] But cool, superpowers, am I right? I mean, if I was getting chicks before, I'm getting triple chicks now.

[Let the record show that he was not, in fact, getting ladies before, and that the triple of "zero" is still "zero".]

Look, I just want to get this shit done and over with so I can get back to being a badass back home and get my shit done. So, you know, I'll do what I have to, I guess.

[There's a sigh, that burden of few choices and responsibility - ew - before he cocked is head up.]

Hey, important final question: where do all the hotties hang out around here? There's the title of wingman up for grabs if you tell me.

[At least the video ends there, and everyone was probably better for it.]

Comments

[whyarewehere]

Wait, you actually remember that?

[ Grif just showed it to Rich in an effort to haul him out of that self-deprecating... thing Rich was doing at the time. He hadn't expected it to stick in the guy's head at all. It's a pretty normal scene from the life of Grif. ]

[iamresponding]

Of course I did, your idiot CO was talking about turning you into a smear on the wall.

[A pause.]

Also, weird psychic nonsense happens a lot in my world. Non-telepaths can't always be immune to it but we do at least get used to it.

[He's used to working through the brain fuzz those kind of encounters muddle things with.]

[whyarewehere]

I'm not one to agree with things Tucker says usually, but he's right. That was pretty much every day?

[ It's no big deal. Really. Really really. ]

I mean it sucked, but so does everything. The telepathy thing was definitely weirder, as far as things-that-happen-to-me go.

[ He shrugs. ]

[iamresponding]

Grif, I say this as a CO who quite frequently had to toss his men at things that desperately wanted to kill them -- it's not normal to do that and actually want them to die.

[It's a little freaky, the way Grif just waves it off as some mundane thing, having someone that was supposed to be responsible for keeping him alive always wanting him dead.]

That shouldn't have been "every day." That's not normal. The way things are here every day, where people don't even joke about getting you killed because the idea of it isn't really funny, that's what's normal.

[whyarewehere]

I'm not saying it was normal for everyone, just normal for me.

[ He's honestly a little taken aback by the insistence here. ]

Relax. I obviously didn't die. And considering the man tried for like three years, I think that should tell you everything you need to know about Sarge's effectiveness at like... anything. At all.

[iamresponding]

[Wow.]

Wow.

A) There isn't a special state of crappy you should have to put up with just by virtue of being you. B) Three goddamn years?

Which leads to c) Naaah. I'm just going to sit here in my corner filled with very professional judgement. Deal with it.

[whyarewehere]

[ What even is this? Why is it happening to him? He's being pep-talked or something and Rich is giving way too many shits and this is absolutely horrible. ]

Alright, whatever makes you happy.

[ Which is to say he's going to deal with it by moving on and letting it drop. That's how you handle it when someone is doing... whatever this is, right? ]