At What Price Respect

[brave_heart_verity]

Verity in the forum? Not a strange sight. Verity without coffee? Rather less common. Verity slumping, exhausted, into a couch? Unusual. Verity covered in scrapes, bruises, and dust? Definitely strange.

"Help isn't if it's forced on someone. This is true. Someone not in possession of all of the facts cannot give fully informed consent. This is also true. But nobody can be forced to listen." Of course Verity has things on her mind. Who here doesn't? "How do you reconcile that? Is ignorance truly bliss? Or do you do what's needed to save someone despite their choices?"

((A note before you come to play with Verity: she's got a magic spell stuck in her that lets her always know when someone is lying to her. This includes sarcasm and knowing when someone believes something to be true when it isn't. This doesn't include lies of omission. She can also see through illusions. Please respect this; if your character is trying to lie to her, please make that known so she can react appropriately. [I completely understand this isn't going to be everyone's idea of fun.] Thanks.))

Team-building for Impatient Beginners

[rekindledtitan]

She’s finally gone and finished patching up her armor, but Blaze hasn’t shaken her new impression of the Nexus. It’s just not as safe as she thought, which is disappointing to her better nature but much more interesting to her basic programming. It’s worth making a regular patrol route. It’s also, clearly, worth bringing two guns this time. At least they’re both clipped at her back, circuits quietly slumbering.

Blaze doesn’t have the easiest face to read, more from lack of muscles than abundance of restraint. Her stance is quite relaxed as she stands in the Forum, mulling over a question she hasn’t given proper thought in… well, living memory. Her Ghost is, as usual, a quiet presence hovering in her shadow.

“How do you choose the people you want to work with?”