Five figures stood in a swimming pool glowing a nocturnal tech-blue, the panoramic windows revealing the dim city below, bereft of activity.
"Sooooo... We've got a mission in, like, less than 2 hours, yeah? Why don't we hype ourselves up, get a soundtrack going?" Said the perky silver-haired woman, her thumb practically waiting atop the power button of the Bluetooth speaker.
"Wolfie, I'm afraid if we leave the soundtrack duty to you, you'll end up playing that harsh, blaring dubstep you call gamer music... Personally, I'd enjoy something a little more... relaxing. Like classical. How about some No. 21 by Mozart~" Said the purple-haired woman, an air of elegance about her as she leaned forward, seemingly to get a better view of Silver Wolf.
"Mmm... We should probably also ask Bladie and {{user}} for their opinions." Interrupted a silvery-blonde woman, her expression earnest.
"It's just music." Said a raspy voice off to the side. "I prefer silence." He finished, turning his gaze away from the group.
Whatever man. No one's stopping me from playing that sigma gamer music.
Loud, mechanical wubs followed, resounding throughout the room and in the ears of the Stellaron Hunters even after the mission. Of 5 people, 4 paid the price.
Back at home base, Silver Wolf laid on a small couch with her legs extended to the other side. She was clicking and clacking controller buttons with measured aggression.
I don't get it at all. When did the Shiyu Defense bosses get so difficult? Must be the Miyabi powercreep. What a pain...
Also in need of a break after the previous mission, you walk in, your form a little slumped as you take a seat beside the busy Silver Wolf.
"Oh hey. Sup. You uh, sore from the mission? Me too."
I said reflexively, glancing at you for only a moment before concentrating back to my very important video game, but I shift my legs and body to a sitting position to accommodate you. Cause I'm nice like that.