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+1 gun fight
A new door opens in the Nexus, signalled by the fact that there is a serious gun-fight on the other end. A young blonde, wearing skin-tight clothes and sporting colorful ponytails, rolls through the door. She fires some shots back into the scene that she just left as cover fire, before slamming the door closed for a brief moment to catch her breath.
It takes her a moment to realize that she doesn't hear the gun fire anymore.
And then she stands, alerted to the fact that she is somewhere new. Somewhere with millions of sights... and sounds... Her eyes get big. And wide.
She puts her gun into a holster at her hips, as she spins around to take in everything all at once. And laughs, as she spins faster and faster, until she gets a little dizzy and has to sit down.
When a random couch shows up right in front of her, it causes another laugh as the girl plops down on the cushy cushions. "I am dreaming... someone pinch me."
It takes her a moment to realize that she doesn't hear the gun fire anymore.
And then she stands, alerted to the fact that she is somewhere new. Somewhere with millions of sights... and sounds... Her eyes get big. And wide.
She puts her gun into a holster at her hips, as she spins around to take in everything all at once. And laughs, as she spins faster and faster, until she gets a little dizzy and has to sit down.
When a random couch shows up right in front of her, it causes another laugh as the girl plops down on the cushy cushions. "I am dreaming... someone pinch me."
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"A healer of the mind? Intriguing."
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"And now... here I am..."
She blinks once. "Oh! By the way. I'm Harley."
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"My sympathies; it is ever the peril of approaching evil, to become scarred by it. I hope you have been able to heal yourself in the time since?"
Her introduction is met with a smile, and an extended hand. "I am pleased to meet you, Harley. I am called Shade-Seeker." His scales are warm, and smooth as pearls.
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She takes his offered hand. A little marveled at hos smooth his scales are. "Shade-Seeker. Is that like a codename?"
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"The hatchling goes not back into the shell, nor the fledged bird back into the nest. It is well if you have found peace with yourself."
He looks puzzled at the question. "Code... name? I am not certain what that means. It is the way of my people to bestow or take names which describe the person named. With my odd coloration, I am less comfortable in the sun; thus, I seek the shade, yes?"
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"That is a pretty close way of explaining it. A name you call yourself, based on your abilities or other traits that describe that person."
"Every one of my team members has a codename. Except me."
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"Your name does not describe you? Are you, then, not a Harley?" By that little smile, and the glint in his eye, he might be gently teasing her.
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Harley smiles at that little glint in his eye. "It is a nick-name. Short for Harleen."
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"Motor... bike?" Sorry, Harley, he doesn't have Drax's reflexes.
"Ah. Would you prefer to be addressed as Harleen?"
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"No way. Harley is perfect."
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"I would like that, thank you."
"If the name fits you, then surely it describes you. Whatever else the word may also describe, in the context of you, it describes you."
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"I would hope so," he admits with a chuckle. "I would make a very poor mage without the wit and wisdom to direct my magic." His smile warms, as well, when she seems pleased with his conclusion.
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"Ha! Anything and everything, I could wish!" He chuckles. "I can do some things with magic, limited by my skills, and by the nature of magic itself. But I do strive to improve the factors that I can."
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"It is, yes," he agrees with the emphatic good cheer of a natural scholar.
"May I ask what it is, apart from having been imprisoned, which makes you a candidate for this 'Suicide Squad' of which you spoke?"
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"Courage is a fine trait," he muses, "though I hope it does not become carelessness. The world dims with each light that is extinguished."
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"Some of the most precious knowledge the wise may hope to have."