On finally moving onto Dreamwidth

[noblefive]

So. Ya finally decided to make the move, huh?

Well, I've got to say, I'm glad I'm one of the people you decided to tandem with that other place. Still not happy with waking up in a new place every other week, though. Might want to work on that.

...So, now what?

Comments

[helljumper]

Good question. [Stated casually, while he's leaning off to the side all cozy and comfortable against some random wall.] Think the most we can do at the moment is wait and see what happens, though.

[noblefive]

Don't mean I don't have to like it.

[helljumper]

[Indifferent shrug.] Don't think we have much of a choice whether we like it or not, Spartan.

[noblefive]

[A grunt just there] It feels like a forced stand-down.

[He's not that picky about ranks and stuff. Here, at least.]

[helljumper]

Maybe. Can't say I don't find this whole situation annoying myself, but there really isn't a whole lot we can do besides adapt and deal with whatever comes our way.

[Like their kind tend to do.]

[noblefive]

Nothing is coming our way, soldier. At least, nothing yet.

[A SPARTAN is generally more antsy about getting back into the fight than a regular human]

If we had some Covvies to take pot shots at, I'd be more than happy.

[helljumper]

[Oh, Rookie is too, but he can also appreciate the calm before the storm - so to speak.]

Well, if you happen to come across any, sir, be sure to tell me.

[noblefive]

Sure thing.

Hell, we could even have a bit of a competition, huh? How many of the bastards we can shoot down.

[helljumper]

[Impression of a grin in his tone, tilting his head.] Always up for a friendly competition, if you are, Spartan.

[He knows he probably won't win, but that doesn't mean he'll make it all that easy for the Spartan either.]

[noblefive]

Won't be as friendly for the poor Covvie bastards that get in the way!

[More than an impression of a grin, there]

[helljumper]

[There's a laugh.] It never is.

Just makes it more fun for us, though.

[noblefive]

Hey, they made the mistake of picking a fight with us, who says we shouldn't enjoy it.